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things you don't teach

synopsis — all you wanted was to pass physics. instead, you start spending nearly every day at satoru gojo’s apartment, trading relentless teasing for his not so quiet study sessions. he’s a walking ego with way too many opinions, but somewhere between passing late nights that stretch longer than planned, gojo stops feeling like just your tutor. by the time he leaves for a two-week competition that suddenly feels unbearable — you realize the real problem isn’t physics at all. it's to solve whatever is going on between you and your tutor.

pairing — nerd! gojo x fem! reader (feat. suguru and nanami)

(art credit: @3vangel1ne_ on tiktok!)

not proofread yet!!! please ignore the mistakes i'll correct them asap <3

content — college au, slowburn-ish, stangers to lovers trope, fluff, eventual smut, heavily inspired by The big bang theory, nerd! gojo, inexperienced! gojo, this time it's readers turn to teach him (how to eat it), switchy gojo, switchy reader, big dick gojo, gojo loves tits, making out, dry humping, riding, multiple orgasms, pussy eating, blowjob, overstimulation, dirty talk, piv, unprotected, borderline breeding kink????

wc — 15.4k

taglist → @junuru @satorvswifey @seokiify @shylightfire @blissfullymes @vickyhereforgojo @idkwhsttonamemyself @ethereal-moonlit @our-lady-avon @lost-in-horrorland @feoniemayyhh

Friday afternoon, your shift just ended, and you're already curled up in the library studying for the upcoming finals. Work in the morning, which you have to complete with a maximum of five hours of sleep on a good day, then go straight to the library and study.

During finals week the college library is open 24/7 so you don't have to worry about getting sent home. But the library closing would've been the least of your problems when you can't get past question three.

The margin of your notebook is full of doodles, your head is resting on your palms, and your chest is slowly heaving with every disappointed sigh you let out. Yeah, this wasn't exactly effective, but you can't teach yourself the topic, at least not this one.

Physics has been getting harder and harder lately, and sometimes not even paying attention during lectures can help when you don't understand half of what the professor's saying. Hiring a tutor is also out of the question with today's outrageous prices that you can't afford with the minimum wage you get paid at your customer service job.

You slowly exhaled through your nose as you got up and decided to look for some physics books that could help.

The school library isn't huge, but surely there's something on the topic.

Except... there isn't.

You trail along the shelves twice, checking every section just to make sure nothing was misplaced, but it's hopeless. Nothing relevant, not even an old, dusty edition.

You were about to give up when a sharp thump drew your attention, a tall boy with messy white hair dropped a tower of books onto the librarian's desk.

"Name's Gojo, I need to rent these out." the lady gazes over to her computer with a huff as the man states confidently.

She typed slowly on the keyboard before looking back at the guy and then lowered her glasses on the bridge of her nose, "Looks like you haven't brought back 'Essentials of physics', 'The fabric of reality' and further three books from the educational section. And would you look at that, you are way past the deadline. Now, would you mind returning these back to the shelves? Thank you." she finishes then slides the stack back towards the guy.

"What? But I need these!"

"I need those other books back with the late fee included before you rent out new ones. Maximum five per person. These are our regulations, sir." she states in a monotone voice, like she has to repeat this exact sentence over and over.

"Shit, whatever," says the guy and turns around with the books in his hand.

Now that you're done staring at the scene, you recall hearing his name before. He's Satoru Gojo, the genius from your lecture. The prof always uses his work as an example for everyone, by now you've heard his name more times than you can count on one hand. And apparently, he's been hoarding every physics book on campus.

"Hey uh, sorry to bother you. I overheard you got a few physics books? I can't find a single one left." you approach softly, standing in his way.

"Sorry, but I have no clue where they are." You sigh in disappointment, but wait. This is Satoru Gojo. The smartest guy in your class.

"You're the 'good at everything' Gojo, right?" that catches his attention, a teasing grin creeps on his face, "Is that what they call me now? The brilliant brain? The clever crane? The—"

"Uh yeah... Could you help me with a physics problem? Just one exercise." You cut him off, cheeks flushed.

He agrees and you lead him to the table in the corner you had claimed as yours for the day. He drops the books on the table then fixes his glasses as he leans over the problem.

"This one's easy," you expected him to explain it to you a little, maybe write down each step in detail, but instead he took your pen between his fingers and solved the problem in under a minute.

"You didn't have to... solve it," you mutter, eyes wide open as he had already finished.

He picked his books back up, blurted a proud 'you're welcome', ready to turn away,

"Wait! Could you explain it to me? I mean, you figured out the problem, but that doesn't really help me." he only waves back with one hand, not bothering to stop, "Sorry, don't have time for that. I have to get ready for important things."

You fidget with your fingers, nervous that he would actually leave you. Desperation kicked in.

"What do you want? I can get you free movie tickets in exchange!" you raise your voice a little hoping it would stop him, and it does.

"Free what?" his ears perk up and he stops dead in his tracks, "How?" he raises an eyebrow skeptically, "I work in a movie theater. I can sneak you in no problem."

The way to get a the attention of a guy like Gojo, is through free movie tickets. Early screenings, fresh cinema popcorn, surround sound, that's his type of wet dream.

He narrows his eyes, weighing the offer, "Can you get three? To any movie I want?" you shake your head in disbelief, but you stop yourself before you could say something smart.

"Depending on how you do as a tutor, anything can be arranged." is what you simply say, hoping this would persuade him.

He stares at you for a good half minute before nodding his head in agreement, settling down on the seat beside your own.

He really wanted those tickets, because the way he explained each step was so clear and simple.

He made it clear and simple.

Any exercise that was similar to this one, with a little help from him, you aced it easily.

"Great job, as expected." he pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, "Just a little help from the smartest and you've already improved!" this sounds like a compliment more meant for himself than for you so you just ignored him.

"If you keep this up you'll get those movie tickets in no time."

"If I keep this up? You want me to actually tutor you?" he raises an eyebrow, confused at your statement.

"Three times a week," you declare.

"Once a week, maybe, if I have time," he crosses his arms in front of his chest and leans back in his seat.

"Three times weekly for three tickets."

"Once. I'm a busy man." Gojo says firmly, like there's no way to change his mind.

You glance at the pile of Game of Thrones books beside him, "Busy? Really?"

He groans, glaring at the stack like it betrayed him. "...Fine, three times."

Gojo was the one to ask you for your contacquestion were the one likely to stand him up. You exchanged numbers and you got back to your work as soon as he was out of sight. Not long after that, his footsteps slowly faded back in, and you looked at him in confusion.

"Hey, do you think there's any way you could distract the front desk lady while I sneak out with these?"

______________

"I'm tutoring today, so please don't walk around the house naked."

His roommate, Suguru, barely glances up, unmoving on the couch.

"Neither of us do that besides you, Satoru," he says with a sigh, "Is the mother coming too?" Suguru glances at Satoru from the corner of his eye, like he's not eager to find out.

"Nope." he says, popping the 'p' at the end, "It's not a little kid and their milf mom this time. A girl begged for my help the other day and I just couldn't say no."

"...I doubt that's what happened." Kento appears from the kitchen, mug in hand.

"A girl?" asks Suguru in surprise, his back automatically straightening, "You're telling me, you're bringing a girl over?"

"It's not like that. She's not my type or whatever." he shrugs his shoulders, "as I said, she desperately needed my help," a confident smirk crept up his face at that, "I'm just being generous."

"Right..." Suguru trails off, changing the TV channels until The lord of the Rings comes on the screen and immediately set the remote down, "Well, good luck with that. Don't forget to introduce her to me."

"He's going to scare her off," Kento joins Suguru on the couch as he sips on his coffee.

"Probably, but Satoru is without a doubt the best she can get if she's running out of time."

Gojo is about to say something back before the doorbell rings. You're here.

He instinctively combs his fingers through his hair and fixess his clothes before opening the door to let you in. Suguru side-eyed the open door, curious to see the first-ever girl guest to step into their shared home.

You didn't think much of going over to Gojo's apartment. He warned you beforehand that he has 2 roommates, but assured you they wouldn't bother the lesson. That's why when you knocked on his door, you didn't expect to be met with both of his roommates cozied up on the couch. But you have no place to judge, you're the one intruding afterall.

Gojo steps aside to let you in, "Welcome to our humble abode," you cringe at that.

You open your mouth to greet his friends, but the words freeze in your throat.

"Oh!" you yelp in surprise, "Woah, you must be really big fans of superheroes!" the blonde on the couch visibly tensed, "Are you jealous? That Spider-Man figure took me eight tutoring sessions to afford," Gojo says as he closes the door, pointing to one of the many action figures on the shelf behind the couch with his thumb.

"Hey, I'm Suguru," says the black-haired man, straightening his back as you walk closer, "We never thought Satoru would ever invite a pretty girl here, so excuse the mess."

"Oh, no worries. And thank you!" you introduce yourself to both men, trying to avert your gaze from the huge Star Wars poster next to the TV.

You found out the blonde one's name is Kento, but he left after Gojo opened his mouth about the movie they were watching.

"Come, I'll show you my room."

You follow Gojo, passing by Kento as he steps into his room before taking a right turn towards the destination.

Now Gojo Satoru's room was a different sight. If you thought the several action figures in the living room were a lot, it doesn't even compare to the current sight in front of you.

Shelves packed with comics which were neatly arranged, row of figures stood on display, each one carefully positioned, as if Gojo spent hours deciding the perfect stance for every superhero. Different sizes in various hero suits of each superheroes presented in plastic cases, you could practically feel the obsessive attention to detail.

There's a soft gleam projected on the figures in the case, you can't help but take a closer look.

"You've got... three versions of the same guy,"

"Correction; it's three different eras, sorted by timeline—" he starts explaining, but it's just white noise to you.

For all the chaos not a thing is out of place. No dust, no clutter, and the air smells clean too. Like men's shower gel and aftershave maybe.

Posters swallowed one whole side of his wall, you could barely see the wallpaper. You knew he's a nerd, but this is unlike what you've imagined.

You turn slowly, taking it all in, all the colors, the glint of the perfectly dusted figures, the slight hum of the fan of his PC setup in the background, it felt like him. Overstimulating and loud.

"I know," he starts, his hands slipping into his pockets, "It's fucking cool."

"How much did you spend on these?" you ask what you've been wondering about since you first set foot in here.

"You never ask that question from a collector," you raise your hands in surrender.

"Are you all collectors? You, Suguru, and Kento?" he nods at that, walking over to his desk to make space for you.

"This is all mine, but we bought stuff together too, that's what you saw out there." he nods his head in the direction of his now closed door, "Little secret; Nanami actually has the biggest collection. You wouldn't have guessed, right?"

"Who's your favourite hero?" Gojo leans forward with an infuriating grin as if he asked the big question, which could decide how exactly this session is going to go.

You blink, caught off guard, "Uh... I don't know. Maybe... Superman?"

The silence that follows is loud. You nervously take in the sight of his room once again only to notice no trace of any Superman merch.

You messed up.

"Superman?" he huffs and rolls his eyes, "Oh no, we've got a basic answer on our hands."

You roll your eyes, "What's wrong with Superman?"

"His story is lazy and glasses as a disguise... like, really?" his bottom lip juts out and he falls back into a chair behind him, hands still in his pocket, "Bet you only like him 'cause he's hot." he's lounging in the chair, now twirling a pen between his fingers, eyes narrowing in a teasing manner.

You raise an eyebrow, "What? No, I don't!"

"Yeah right," he scoffs, his long legs spinning himself around in his gaming chair, "You totally don't like his six pack, his huge biceps—"

"My bad, my favourite hero is not Batman's cousin's best friend's little brother, who only appeared in one comic in 2001," you cut him off, and you gracefully sit down in the chair next to him, "Gojo, let's just start."

He sighs but complies, "Did you bring everything I texted you?" he fixes his glasses while he takes out books from a drawer near him.

"Yes, I have everything," you say, you start digging in your bag to pull out the notebooks he asked for. "See? Prepared student, ready to learn."

"Great," he sighs to himself and and rolls closer to the table, "Because we're covering the chapter everyone seems to hate."

You deflate immediately, "Great! Can't wait..."

Gojo stars explaining with his whole body, he gets completely immersed in the topic. He winces loudly whenever he takes a second to think then continues gesturing wildly, throwing his hands around, still twirling the pen between his thumb and index finger. As he waits for you to understand he tilts his head, squinting as he scans your face for any sign of confusion. If he found a flicker of hesitation in your answer, he fixed his glasses and started again, determined and patient. Gojo can't have you leave here confused. When he does something he goes all out.

"Alright," he announces and turns a page in the book, "We'll circle back to this, but let's continue with velocity. The sexy part of physics."

You don't even dare to question him, but you just have to ask, "How is velocity sexy...?"

"It's all about movement," he grins, "But it's also very simple; velocity equals displacement divided by time."

He writes down the formula in neat handwriting and underlines it twice. Gojo explains it more thoroughly before pushing his chair to the corner of his room and rolling out a whiteboard on wheels already covered in equat,ions and formulas from top to bottom. Colored drawings were scribbled at the edge of the board to help you understand precisely.

"Go on. Solve them with the formula in mind," he gestures towards the board then crosses his arms.

"Woah, you were prepared," you almost let a giggle slip as you take a marker from his desk.

You solve the example equations and underline the answer, "So, it equals 18 meters per second."

"Clever girl!" he encourages with a thumbs up.

The silence between you is loud. He rubs the back of his neck, suddenly embarrassed.

"...Sorry. I've only ever taught first-years before you."

You shake your head before averting your gaze back to the board to solve each problem left. He intently watches you as you explained each step before answering each question.

"Thanks to my genius, you won't be failing velocity on the test."

"Don't be full of yourself! I just needed another explanation... of everything."

Satoru Gojo might've been an annoying, overconfident, insufferable nerd on any other day but he wasn't as annoying when the actual tutoring took place. He was still everything else though.

Your friends were shocked to find out who your teacher was, because they were just a little jealous of you. One of your girl friends in particular voiced her envy of you for 'Being tutored by a hot nerd'. You pretended you didn't hear her.

Gojo?

Hot?

Yeah right.

What Gojo actually is... is attentive.

He remembered your every struggle when studying together and he tried his best to help you overcome them. He remembered your favourite marker to use on his whiteboard and only prepared that color for you. Gojo remembered you like to drink coffee post-shift just to keep yourself awake and not fall asleep mid-writing. He started handing you a steaming cup of coffee the moment you walked in.

Of course, he never spared you the self-praising comments, but slipped a couple to you, too.

"Look at you! You're and getting good enough to rid yourself of me," he suddenly cleares his throat, "Not quite there yet, but soon."

Or

"You told me this was your kryptonite," he straightens, eyes narrowing at you, "You were never bad. Just needed someone to teach you right."

Or

"My star. My pride and joy. The apple of my eye—"

And sometimes a little backhanded...

"...huh," he peers over your shoulder to look at your notebook, "Didn't expect you to get that on your first try."

He also wasn't bad company himself. Sometimes he just rambled about one of his interests, or told you a fact he newly learned, or boasted about a new achievement. He loved to talk and it made you comfortable in a way. Lately, you've been looking forward to the sessions.

You knock once, and only step inside once you hear a faint 'Come in'. On the other side, Suguru's sitting comfortably on the couch with a laptop balanced on his knees. Nanami is sitting beside him, focusing on the TV.

"Make yourself comfortable," Geto says without looking up from the screen, "Satoru's not back yet."

Nanami gives you a small wave as you set your bag on a hook.

"He's not back yet? But where is he?"

"Library." Nanami answers, "He's been there almost every day this week."

"Yeah," Suguru adds, "He's been studying like crazy for the show," he says while typing away on the keyboard, "Shit, what's wrong with this now? Satoru just fixed it for me last week." he snaps his laptop shut.

"...Show? Elaborate, please." you ask, settling down on the arm of the couch.

"Our show." Geto says like it's obvious.

You blink at his response, "Meaning...?"

"We're on the school quiz team. The final rounds are coming up. You know, rival schools, big event. He's getting ready."

You blink at Suguru, but slowly a smile creeps up your face, "That's still a thing in college?"

"It is," affirms Nanami, "But it wouldn't exist here at all if Gojo hadn't persuaded the administration into forming one."

"And you're both in it?" they nod at that, then you turn to Kento, "Didn't expect you to join too. Guess Gojo can talk anyone into anything."

Nanami adjusts his glasses, clearly trying of not to react, but Suguru next to him smirks.

"Don't mind him. He's a little embarassed." he says, "Even if he was the first one to sign up after Satoru—"

"If you'll excuse me," Kento suddenly cleares his troath, cutting off his friend, "I'll cook something. Would you like anything?" he turnes to you.

"Nope, thanks." you smile sweetly, loving the teasing Nanami constantly gets from his two roommates. It's endearing in a a way.

Without a warning the front door slams open, echoing in the hallway. Gojo storms in, heading straight for his room until he spots you from the corner of his eyes.

"...Great" he mumbles under his breath.

Yeah, he definitely forgot the session, but you doubt he would ever admit to it.

Gojo straightens immediately and combs through his hair with his fingers, "I'm gonna shower first then I'll meet you in my room. You can revise while I'm gone."

"You didn't forget about her now, right Satoru?" teases Geto, clearly entertained by the situation.

"Obviously not," the white haired scoffs, but his gaze wavers, "I'll be quick." he promises, before disappearing in the hall.

So you wait in his room. You sit in silence, taking in the view of the now familiar room, still amazed by it all to this day. You take out the book from the left drawer of his desk and flipped to the last chapter to occupy yourself until he's back.

That quick shower turned into a thirty-minute shower. The door bursts open and you sit up, ready to confront your tutor for delaying your relax time back at your dorm.

"I thought you drowned in there! What took you so—" you can't finish the question, words get stuck in your troath from shock.

There's Satoru Gojo in nothing but a towel slung low around his hips, toned torso on full display in front of you. His abs tighten with a relieved exhale, making his towel slide dangerously low, stopping slightly below his V-line. His arm muscles tense as he searches for clothes in the upper shelf of his closet, now his wide back faces you, all those lean muscles flexed with each stretch while stray water droplets fell from his still wet hair to his back, sliding down his spine. You would never admit to it, but the sight almost made you drool.

You didn't know he worked out.

"Forgot to take clothes with me." he turns back with a shirt and sweatpants in his grasp, eyes slowly taking in the view of your still expression and slightly flushed cheeks, "You like what you see?" Gojo cocks up one eyebrow, the corner of his lips slowly curling upwards.

"In your dreams."

"Too distracting? Stare all you want." he walks a little closer to you, staring you down, still smirking with squinting eyes (because he wasn't wearing his glasses currently) as you got redder and redder each passing second.

You tried to look at anything else — your book, the ceiling, his nerdy collection — but your attention drifted right back at him the moment you lost focus.

That towel was holding on for dear life.

"There," he spoke the moment he caught your eyes lingering on him just for a moment.

"I'm not staring." you scoffed, looking to the side before looking him in the eye.

"Right, my bad then. Must've been my imagination."

"Obviously."

"Right, right. Totally."

You opened your mouth to fight back, but at that moment Gojo gently reached for your wrist.

"Relax," he started before you could pull away from his grasp, "I won't do anything you don't like," his voice was raspy, your pulse skyrocketed at the tone.

He softly guided your hand upward, placing your palm right against the heat of his stomach. Gojo let out a low exhale, muscles tightening under your fingertips. His lashes lowered, exploring your reaction with his lidded blue eyes.

You don't know what kind of power took over you, but your hand slid lower on its own, your fingers dipped in the grooves of his muscles. It was soft but also hard, you couldn't help but poke him. Gojo was caught off guard, his hold on your wrist had long loosened, too shocked to do anything about it. The muscles once again flexed under your fingers just as Gojo's breath hitched. You ignored him and kept going lower—

Was he flustered? You didn't consciously choose to keep going, your brain still wasn't caught up with your hand.

Wait.

WAIT.

Your hand was going too low—

Gojo's eyes widened, "H-hey—"

"What do you think you're doing?" you flinched back mortified, "M-Me? What are you doing?" he took a step back, his body halfway turned from you as to put some distance between you, "You put my hand there!" you defended immediately, the words coming out a little slurred.

"I didn't tell you to go south the border!"

You scoffed, trying to come up with an excuse, "I wasn't thinking!"

"Clearly!"

"Can we stop talking about this now?" you rubbed your forehead, "Go put some clothes on."

"...Yeah, okay." you take a peek at him from between your fingers, "Look..." he resumes after a bit of silence, "it's not that big of a deal, I know I'm hot."

"You're not helping."

"Rule one of overcoming embarassment," he puts a finger up, "Act like you meant to do it."

"Gojo, I'm not gonna pretend I meant to grope your—"

"Abs. Let's just stick to abs." you groan at that, holding your head in frustration.

"Just be calm. Calm like me," his towel slips down again, your eyes flutter down for a moment before you fix your attention back to his face. His face shot down then hurriedly pulled his towel back up.

"...Just go change, please," you shake your head, trying to erease your memory of the past couple minutes.

The rest of the session went well, and suprisingly he didn't bring it up again, which is out of character for him. You thought he would turn back before leaving to change and hit you with a teasing comment, but he surprisingly saved you the further humiliation. He came back and never spoke of whatever happened again. You can only hope he won't stop tutoring you, because from now you just have to wait a couple more weeks and this will forever be over. You will never have to see his stupid face again. You never have to hear his stupid voice as he lectured you because you haven't played mario kart, or seen a movie he thinks is mandatory to watch. Your days will go back to normal, quiet and... boring.

"I think I should get going. We can go through it again tomorrow," you stand up to pack your things.

"Since when did the 'three times a week' turn into everyday? You're my only client at this point." he teasingly smiles with a pen hanging from his mouth.

"Since I'm risking my job to sneak you and your nerdy friends into the theater."

As the silence set in, Gojo suddenly paused and pushed himself to the window. Thick, dark clouds covered the sky, rain now hammering against the window.

"Shit," you sigh and your hands stop the packing, "Do you have an umbrella I could borrow?" you smiled weakly.

"Umbrella? You're gonna be swept off the street."

As much as you wanted to get away from him today, he was right. If you leave now, your clothes are going to be drenched during that 20 minute walk and then you'd end up sick, missing work... not an option.

"Just stay until the storm calms," Gojo says, patting a finger on his thigh, "We can't have you sick when tests are coming up," he teases, his bottom lip jutting out in fake sympathy.

You roll your eyes and drop yourself on his bed. He followes without hesitation, crashing on the mattress beside you with a dramatic exhale.

"Teaching you tires me out. Having to explain something over and over—"

"Try being in my place, having to listen to you for hours. Now that's tiring." you smile and close your eyes to listen to the rain outside in the silence.

"And you couldn't find anyone better than me even if you tried. You're lucky I'm a genius. Any other guy would have let you fail."

He repositions, purposely putting his leg over yours, so you playfully kick him off until only his foot brushes yours. He doesn't move away.

"Hey," Gojo says suddenly, "If you were a superhero, what would your power be?"

You hum, thinking, “Mind reading probably. It would be nice to know what everyone's thinking.”

"You wanna know what goes on inside my brain?" he pokes your thighs with his pinky.

"Let me guess," you start, "League of Legends, what Marvel movie you want to rewatch next, but in the end you'll still decide on Endgame, because in your words 'It's the greatest piece of fiction to ever grace this Earth. Oh, and today's dinner."

"Choose a different power, you can already read minds."

"It's a pattern. You're just easy to figure out."

He laughs, bright and unbothered, “My turn. I’d want x-ray vision so I could—”

“Finish that sentence and I’m walking home in the storm.”

You chat for a while then you remember something.

"Oh, Suguru said you've been studying really hard lately."

"I always study hard, that's where i get my genius from." he shrugs his shoulders.

"Hmm, he also said you're going to a show." you turns to him, his eyes still on the ceiling, "Oh yeah— Physics Bowl."

"And when is it?"

"In two weeks," he starts, "We made it to the last rounds so we'll have to travel for the matches."

"This is so stupid." you laugh.

"How is the country's smartests competing for glory stupid?" he raises an eyebrow at your take, "Grown men competing on a quiz show. You'll figure the reason."

"It's a prestigious academic competition. Last time we won first place, Suguru said the ladies loved it."

"Does Suguru go on a lot of dates?" Gojo opened his mouth to reply but you already knew the answer, "Don't answer that."

"So, final rounds? Won't it be hard?"

"Maybe it'll cause me little problem."

"A little? What happens if you lose?"

"Nah, I'll win." he smiled proudly, "Anyways, we'll stay in dorms and have matches every other day or so."

"Multiple?" he nodded lightly, "Wait, how long is this competition?"

"Two and a half weeks long."

"Two and a half weeks?!"

"Yeah I just said that."

A sudden uneasiness took over you. You've been seeing him almost everyday for a while now, no wonder you feel weird, but your chest feels a little too tight.

"You should come visit," you abruptly looked at him, "We can catch up on your studies and you'll experience my victory first hand."

"I'm not that desperate," he raised an eyebrow at that which made you let out an airy chuckle, "Also I can't. I have school and work."

"You won't survive 2 weeks without me."

"Don't flatter yourself."

"Aren't you gonna miss me?"

"No," you said too fast.

He turned his head to you and spoke in a low voice, the word smoothly rolling off his tongue, "Liar."

He leaned up until he rested on his elbow, gaze dropping down to your face.

"You can facetime me anytime you get stuck. Or you can just open Youtube and watch me live if you ever miss me too much."

You swallowed hard, his face felt closer to yours now than before. Your gaze danced between his features; his perfect white lashes, glowing blue eyes that tried to read you, his plump pink lips that shined from his tongue licking over it. He swallowed hard too, adam's apple bobbing with the act. His breathing felt quicker, you could feel the soft brush of it on your skin. You pushed yourself up slightly, his lips were positioned right above yours. You could lean forward and they would touch. His lashes fluttered and his face tilted slightly to the side. You reached out to him—

"You're camping, STOP CAMPING! Fucking cheater."

You sat up immediately at the sound of Suguru's voice, and Gojo squeezed his eyes shut, sighed heavily, then slowly followed after you.

He cleared his troath, "Wait, they're playing. Without me...?"

You touched your flushed cheeks trying to calm yourself. What was that?

He inhaled sharply and turned to you, "Wanna beat their ass with me?"

Surprisingly you agreed. You spent the forced hang out playing with Gojo and his friends. Turns out you're pretty good.

"Since when did we agree you'd play against me instead of with me?" said Gojo after losing for the nth time in a row, "And this is her first time playing," spoke Nanami with a smirk on his face, "I'm just holding back, because she's a girl." Gojo whined as he threw the controller aside.

"Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that." you said as you stood up ready to get your bag, "I'll get going now. The storm has long calmed down."

Gojo stood up to see you out, following behind you after you said bye to his roommates.

"Goodbye Satoru." he then tripped over the corner of a rug, "You okay?" you blink at him.

"See you!" he avoided the question and quickly closed the door behind you.

You made a habit out of staying at his place post study session. He always found an excuse to keep you around, but you never really wanted to leave anyway.

Two weeks.

That's all you have left until Satoru Gojo leaves to compete for glory. You're not sure if it's out of desperation — given the amount of days left to spend time with him, but it's not only him who comes up with excuses anymore just to hangout a little longer. It's you too. You need to treasure the little time you have left with him, until the finals start and you won't even have time to breathe. You're not sure why you feel so uneasy, nervous about Satoru leaving, but he has been a huge help to you, and seeing him everyday was a part of your routine. The idea of breaking your routine just makes you nervous.

The time left passed quickly. Every lesson was quick paced and dense to make sure he taught you everything before finals, because by the time he comes back it is already time to write the tests. Satoru himself had to study for his little show and college, but considering all this he still made time for you.

The one thing that changed is him. Sometimes you caught him blushing when he messed up a sentence. Satoru was so visibly tense here and there, his body language took a 180 turn. From man spreading in his gaming chair, twirling his pen between his fingers to nervously bouncing his knees when he was thinking, his eyelashes fluttered as he gazed around his room while you waited for an answer. This was all new to you, but maybe you just finally got to know him. It was kinda cute.

You may be wrong, but you felt like he wanted to show off in front of you. You always rolled your eyes when he boasted about himself and he'd just ignore you, but lately he searches your reaction, then his lips curl downwards slightly if you ignore him. But he doesn't always manage to impress you and then fumbles completely.

Just a name a few of these obnoxious situations...

While you silently were solving an equasion, Satoru played with a pen like usual, flipping it around his slender fingers. He tried balancing the pen on the tip of his index finger, and it worked.

"Look!" he eagerly exclaimed, smiling proudly.

You gave him one confused look then went back to writing. Satoru tried again, only for the pen to roll off his finger and patchetically flop onto the floor.

You stared down at the pen, he stared down at the pen.

He cleared his throat as his face slowly turned pink, "So... are you done?"

You bit your cheek to keep yourself from smiling.

two.

Satoru cannot stay still. He paces around his room sometimes, dusts his figures off since he's already there, or gazes out the window with his hands behind his back like an actual teacher, as he waits for you. This time he wanted to see how you were managing with the problem. He looked over your shoulder, then moved to sit on the corner of the table with his hand crossed to look cool. He leaned back, except he missed.

Satoru stumbled back against the wall, the loud thump snapping you out of your focus.

He straightened his back, pretending like nothing happened, his eyes fluttering between the desk and you, and leaned back against the wall like that's what he wanted from the get go.

This time you couldn't hold back a chuckle.

three.

His hands were eagerly explaining the current topic, waving them in your face like it would help you understand better. He leaned back to stretch, his shirt slipping up and exposing his lower abdomen. You of course took a quick peek and Satoru noticed. He let out a sigh of relief and ruffled his hair, then went back to explaining, but not before making sure you watched his every move.

However, his hair was sitting on his head like a bird's nest, white trands sticking upwards beginning to knot. You couldn't focus on what he was saying so you let him know the condition of his hair.

He tried fixing it, but just made it worse, "Let me," you reached out to him and he froze in place.

You combed his hair out with your fingers, brushing it down like how it was before.

"There, much better." he smiled widely before continuing.

You found yourself giggling in your room at these memories. You're spread out on the bed, bunch of notes in front of you, because supposedly you're studying, revising after a session with Satoru. Instead your brain is replaying him in your head.

You think about him when he's enthusiastic about a topic, clearly enjoying every second of talking. When he's correcting an exercise you just finished, sleeves pushed up as his forehead rests on his hand. You remember not that long ago when he got really nervous around you and knocked over a bunch of stuff on his desk. The way he grimaces when he's thinking, tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek.

Last week he suggested you watch a movie with him as a quick mental break for both of you as you were clearly struggling to focus. He took some snacks out from the drawer next to his bed, a couple chips and sweets and he grabbed the bag of chips first. It was painful to watch him stuff his face, crumbs falling all over his bed and shirt.

You remember he licked the salt of his finger without thinking.

"Oh my god," you squeezed your eyes shut as you muttered to yourself.

This is so stupid. He is stupid. He's brilliant and annoying and messy at the same time, and maybe that's what keeps you on your toes. The way he gets so focused on things he forgets how he looks. The way he doesn't try and still looks effortlessly hot.

Your brain can't help but wander further. You're asking yourself the real questions.

Would his dick be as tall as he is? Does he shave down there?

You recall when you saw him in only a towel, the outline of his dick too obvious under the fabric. When it almost slipped off him you could see a fair happy trail under his belly button. Overall he's pretty hairless, if he keeps the happy trail he must know girls like it.

Wait, does he hook up with a lot of girls?

At first, you doubted he had any experience by a quick look, but after your first interaction with him, he seemed very confident in himself. But when would he have time for that? You see him everyday, he has school too, he works out and also studies.

Wait, there's no way a girl would sleep with him after seeing his room.

Besides you. You're the exception.

But now he's leaving.

In 2 days.

Satoru asked for one little favour a day before he's leaving and that is to train him and his friends for the conpetition. You collected a bunch of questions in the topics he texted you and made little cards with the correct answer on the back. It took you a long time to individually cut the paper and write the questions and answers, but it's the bare minimum after he tutored you for so long.

Satoru let you in once you knocked on the door. You had to bypass the fortress in front of the door, all of their packed suitcases waiting in one pile.

"You're bringing all this? It looks heavy." you ask them after almost tripping over a bag.

"We're prepared." said Satoru with a grin on his face, like it didn't bother him that he can't see you for the next two weeks.

"Let's just get this over with." you sigh as you finally glance at the guys, they all sat in a custom shirt, a made up nerdy team name displayed in huge font in the front.

Satoru walked to sit next to Nanami on the couch, squeezing him between himself and Suguru as they both spread their legs as wide as possible. You peeped the back of his shirt where his name was also printed on the the shirt.

"What is that name? Infinity and beyond? How is that connected to physics?" you raise and eyebrow, amazed by the pink design.

"Easy," started Satoru, "Well obviously It's a reference to Buzz lightyear," he clicked with his tongue, "You don't say?" you reply, sarcastically.

"But also infinity is a very important concept in math and physics — limits, the limitless, space, all that. You get it now?" Kento sighs at Gojo's explaination, gesturing to the chair they prepared for you in front of the couch.

You sat down, cleared your troath ready to host them a little practice match to warm them up for the 2 long weeks ahead of them.

"Pink suits you," you looked up, knees facing towards Satoru, "Matches your hair."

They sat quietly before Satoru realised you're talking to him, "Err, thanks."

Finally, you started leading the practice match, "Shout your name if you know the answer." they nod, and lean forward ready to answer the questions.

You sorted the cards going from easy to hard, so the beginning went by fast. As the questions got harder they took longer to answer. You let out a chuckle at their focused expressions, it was serious for them.

"Suguru! Uh, Less dense air means less energy loss to air resistence?"

"Correct!"

Suguru celebrates at his correct answer, Kento sits still, but Satoru scoffs, "I knew that too."

You roll your eyes, but they linger on the white haired man for a little.

"Your glasses are slipping," you blurt out before you have the chance to stop yourself.

Satoru blinks, "They are?" he asks as he pushes them back up.

It's totally not suspicious you noticed his glasses are not in the same position its always in.

Kento glanced between you two, then looked away like he realised something, but decided it's none of his business.

"Good eye." he says and you hum in reply.

"...Next question!" you announce then follow up by another difficult question.

You noticed whenever Satoru didn't know the answer or didn't shout first he sulked. At first it was cute, but he was starting to be too loud for your liking. For anyone's liking.

"Come on, you know I was first!" he threw his hands up in the air then melted back into the couch with a pout on his lips.

"No, it was Kento. You kept looking at him waiting for him to answer." you pinched the bridge of your nose.

Next time, before you could finish the question Satoru tapped Suguru's right shoulder to distract him, "Satoru, if you don't let the others answer you will be disqualified! You're one team." he opened his mouth to complain so you shot him a look that made him quiet.

"You shut him up... how?" Suguru's eyes widened, his voice filled with amusement.

You smiled to yourself, your chest now feeling tighter.

He knows who's daddy.

"Next question!" they all lean forward, lower arms resting on their knee as they wait for the question.

This time Satoru seems more relaxed. His eyes are resting on your face, the way you're biting your lips. Then they drift lower, watching you pull a knee up the chair. You read the question and are met with two thinking faces. Satoru inhales sharply, but instead of words he lets out a sigh.

Nanami answers first, "Correct!" you nod.

Suguru leans back as his hands form a fist and Satoru is just looking at you, his lips curling upwards.

"See? I was being good."

"I didn't say anything." you say, but you copy his expression.

You reposition in the chair, the air now feeling a bit chilly. You knew you should've brought a sweater with yourself.

Satoru's eyes snap up to your shivering form, "You cold?" he asks, already halfway standing.

"I'm fine," you reply immediately then hesitate, "...okay, maybe a little, yeah."

He turns to the hallway, "It's probably in my room."

You lift an eyebrow, "Your hoodie, I mean." he adds after seeing your confusion.

Kento was on his phone after seeing Gojo eagerly stand up after seeing you uncomfortable, thinking it's time for a break anyway. He now looks up from the screen.

"Her hoodie?" he asks before he could stop himself, mentally punishing himself now for questioning him.

Satoru stills, "Yeah," he says, trying to sound casual, "From last time."

Heat crawls up to your cheeks after seeing his unconvienced friends' faces. You hurry to defend him.

"I forgot it."

"It's happened more than once," Satoru chuckled a little, then paused after seeing your expression.

"He's exaggerating." you laugh, trying to play it off.

"I'm not," he says, quieter now, "You forget stuff a lot..." he wanders off at the end with his hands stuffed in his pocket, looking everywhere but at you or his friends.

You give a quick smile to his friends then disappear down the hall.

Nanami lets out a sigh he had been holding for a while and Suguru grins.

"How much of her stuff is in your room?" Suguru is the first one to start.

"...Some."

"Define some."

"A hoodie, a charger she keeps here just in case, a hair tie, couple notebooks..." he rubs the back of his neck.

"Those are daily use items." says nanami.

"She studies here!"

"Yeah, everyday." Suguru scoffed which turned into a chuckle and after Nanami joined, it turned into a whole laughter.

They were both making fun of Satoru right in front of him. He crossed his arms and flopped back down on the couch, eyebrows furrowed and mind overthinking. They cannot be right, this is totally normal, he thinks. You like being here, because it solves your one worry; physics. Not because you like him or something.

Satoru is still trying to convince himself when you walk back in. He's ready to get over his thoughts, and seeing you does just that.

"Sorry, I took yours instead. It looked more comfortable."

And not because this smelled more like you.

Satoru's speechless. Nanami nudges Suguru with his elbow.

"...what?" you freeze after seeing Satoru's face.

"J-just don't forget to give it back."

He's acting weird, but you don't concern yourself with him anymore, you're used to it. However, Satoru is struggling in his head... and pants.

Not now Toru junior!

Gojo feels two things rising. Heat up his cheeks and his dick. He can't hide both, he uses the sacred tactic; a pillow over his lap. He reached back and pulled the cushion away, then melted into the couch with a red face.

He's fucked.

You of course noticed. He hoped hiding himself wasn't too obvious, but you knew. Nanami and Geto were side eyeing him, they both knew what his struggle was. You look at Satoru with a soft smile, you love that he's flustered because of you. He's hard because of you. Maybe, he likes you too?

Your eyes flick up to him once again, then you place your focus back on the cards. You shuffle the little amount of remaining cards and pause at a long question. You remember rewriting it multiple times just to make sure it was clear.

"Last and hardest question."

They all groan, then you read it. Silence settles between all three of them. Suguru gives up and relaxes on the couch, already chuckling at his friends' expressions. Kento frowns then tries, but his answer was incorrect. Satoru is looking at the ceiling, his lips mouthing something. He looks at you and answers quietly and unceartainly.

You pause, your lips stretch into a straight line. It's not perfect, but it's close.

"...I'll give you half a point."

"Only half?"

"You missed a part," you say then show him the thorough answer.

He sighs, seemingly not satisfied, but he accept it.

"I think you're ready. Not quiet perfect, but not hopeless," you stand, ready to gather your stuff.

Gojo moves to stand, pillow still in his lap. You grab everything, say your goodbyes to his friends, but he hurries to walk you out. He closes the door behind him, then stares at you. Your gaze is fixated on the floor.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"I don't know just... I guess I'll miss this." you gesture between you with your index finger.

He scoffs softly, "It's only two weeks. You'll survive. And you'll pass, because of me."

"It's two and a half weeks, but yes, I know," you softly roll your eyes, struggling to make a point, "I'm getting tutored by the biggest nerd, there's no other outcome."

You hesitate before him, like you want to say more, but you keep it simple.

"Text me when you arrive."

"You'll know everything that happens, I won't hold back."

"See you, Satoru."

You get on your tip toes and place a soft kiss on his cheek. He's at a lost for words, but you turn around and leave him hanging there.

He sprints a little after you, "See you!" he shouts with pink ears.

He walks back in, his friends freeze, exchange a glance then thair gaze lands on the white haired man.

"You missed your chance," Suguru shook his head in disappointment.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Gojo turns, his voice defensive.

"How many girls have crushed on you before?"

"...Some."

"How many pretty girls have crushed on you?" he raises and eyebrow, already expecting the answer.

"None, but that doesn't matter. Me and her are very different. She didn't mean it like that." he denies and denies, acting oblivious.

"She puts up with your deranged personality, she wears your clothes, constantly comes over... Satoru, think."

"He won't know." Nanami joins.

"He will. Give him some time."

"I don't know!" both his friends sigh, "We leave in 10 hours, I can't do anything about it now."

"You're a pussy."

Gojo waved them off and left to his room. He throws the pillow on his gaming chair, his eyes drift to the backrest, seeking his missing hoodie.

"Aw man, it was my favourite one!" he whined.

He should feel more annoyed you forgot to give his hoodie back but instead, he feels his chest flutter at having an excuse to see you again.

Unbearable.

That's the one word you have felt for the past two weeks. Satoru hasn't texted you nearly enough for your liking. It's always the same scenario. Good night texts after he announces their team has successfully gone through another stage (,all thanks to him of course). It was time to admit it to yourself, you miss him.

You miss him so much you're actually watching the live streaming of each round on Youtube, accompanied by further 6 viewers who were just relatives — mainly mothers — of the competitors.

Mentally, you slap yourself for being so pathetically down bad for a man.

You don't blame him for not texting much. You ignored him a couple times when you were at work or class and then forgot to text him back. But when the Sun goes down, and your mind isn't occupied by stress it's hard not to think of Satoru Gojo. Your tutor, your friend and crush.

You look to at the bright screen of your laptop set up in front of you on the bed, some tabs open of topic you should revise, but instead of doing that you get a better idea.

You reach for your phone and open Satoru's contact, dialing him without giving it much thought.

As you wait for him to pick up you're biting your nails, shifting in your seat, nervously changing positions. What are you even going to use as an excuse?

"Hey?" your breath hitches at his voice, "Everything's okay?"

"Hi, yeah. Everything's fine," your fingers slide to your collarbones, awkwardly rubbing them, "Hope I'm not bothering."

"A little yeah, but don't worry about it. What's up?"

"Haha, funny." he chuckles on the other line at your sarcastic comment, "Um, my laptop is all weird, can you fix it?"

"Probably. What seems to be the problem, genius?"

You open settings, just to click on something, "Something's wrong with the display."

"Yeah, no. I can't help with that, you gotta get a new one." you ignore him and continued.

"It seems smaller. Where can I fix this?"

He hums, clearly enjoying this, "Go to settings. Display. Scaling."

You follow along, even if he can't see what you're doing right now. You listen to his instructions, his voice which feels softer than usual.

"Did it do the job?" he asks after a couple seconds pass.

"It's fixed, thanks."

"'Course it did. Everything else is okay? Nothing else went South while I wasn't there?"

"Are you in a hurry or what?" you roll your eyes.

"No, just making sure I'm useful even from another city. I can help with stress too. I can show you where the right pressure point is on your foot, in case that's something you're interested in...?

"What? No," you dismiss his stupidity then hesitate before you continue, "...Just been thinking."

"That's not good. Thinking too much might overwhelm your brain."

"Oh fuck you."

"What have you been thinking about?" you can almost hear him smile while asking.

"Well— studying," you lean back against the headboard, "It's harder to focus without your explaination."

"So me?"

"What?"

"You've been thinking of me?" he clarifies.

"Yeah." the other line is silent, he probably didn't expect you to admit it so quick.

"...Me too. I've been thinking of you too." he inhales sharply, "It's boring here. No one's interested in what I have to say. Whenever I teach you a subject you look at me with doe eyes."

"You're very confident in yourself," you scoff, but it turns into a sweet smile, "I got used to you yapping."

"So you love it, don't you?" he chuckled.

"You would never say that to my face," you twirl your hair, "You got all flustered when I kissed you goodbye."

"...I'd forget how to talk if you were with me." he admitted and ignored the last part making you giggle.

"Well, don't forget to get your hoodie when you come home after your victory."

"Wouldn't dare," his voice dropped, "I've been freezing."

"Stop by the dorms when you arrive," you press the phone closer to your ear, "And I know you don't need it, but good luck for tomorrow."

"Your good luck wishes won't go to vain, we will win."

"If you do, I'll have a surprise waiting for you."

"Ooh, give me a hint!" he suddenly sounds so excited, just like a puppy.

"I'll be waiting!"

You ended the call and threw your phone aside. There's still a couple days left.

You decided it; you want Satoru. And what you want, you will get.

You washed your hair, used a body scrub, shaved, all that while waiting for Satoru. He texted you he'd arrive in a couple hours, just enough time for you to do some self care. He promised first thing he'd do is come to you and you just can't wait much longer.

You finished up with everything, tidied your desk, stacked your books in the corner, made your bed and sprayed some air freshener. Finals were right around the corner, you don't have much longer to study, but thanks to your phenomenal tutor neither are you nervous about it anymore. You plan on going over the topic a little, just to make sure you don't forget the details. But today you're looking forward to more than just a study session.

He texted you and as soon as you got it you rushed out your dorm, running down the stairs quicker than ever. You can't recall the last time you ran, especially not to a man.

They just stepped out of the car, all three of them, when you spotted the familiar white fluffy locks. He had a huge bag slung over his shoulder when he turned around, a smile crawling on his face when he noticed you.

"Saw my score? Told you we'd win." Satoru grined, pride barely contained.

He just gets the sentence out before you jump in his arms, fingers clutching his hoodie as you kiss him right on the lips.

His bag slipped from his shoulder hit the concrete floor with a thud. For a second he was completely frozen, then his hands moved, carefully settling around your waist to pull you in. He eased against your lips, reciprocating the kiss.

"You were so good!" you pulled back, arms wrapped around his neck, looking up at him with glowing eyes, "I was watching it on my laptop."

His smile softened, "Yeah?" that's all he manages to get out, then a second later he continues, "Hey... you wanna get out of here?"

"Uh huh! Bye guys!" you peeked over Satoru's broad shoulders to say goodbye to Geto and Nanami, "And congratulations!"

Suguru watched as you dragged Gojo away by his hand, sending him and Nanami a small wave, "Damn, I should've said hi first." Nanami just shook his head with a soft smile on his face as they started getting back into the car.

The walk up the stairs was just you asking a bunch of questions from him, still holding his hand firmly. He answers everything, little distracted by your hand, but he clutches his fingers around yours.

You opened your door and flopped down on the bed with a loud exhale. The white haired man just stood still, slowly taking in the sight of your girly room.

"What?" you ask, a smile tugging at your lips, "You haven't said a word in ten seconds and that's weird."

"Just... never been in a girls room before. It smells nice in here."

You grin then you remember something. You push yourself up, grab a scrunchie from your desk, and step into the hallway to loop it over the doorknob before closing the door again.

Gojo raised and eyebrow as he watched you flop back on the bed.

"It's for privacy," you explain innocently, "People won't bother us."

Gojo remembered Suguru once told him if there's something on his doorknob do NOT barge in. It hasn't happened yet, but he keeps it in his mind.

You patted the mattress of your bed, "Sit." he moves, a little stiff at first, then settles down beside you.

"I prepared something for us before the finals." you say as you search your nightstand and hand him a stack of flashcards.

He lifts an eyebrow, "You still need studying after all I taught you?" he clutches his chest sarcastically, finally relaxing in his seat.

"Just need a little revising," you shrug, "Might be useful for both of us."

You clap your hands, "Quiz me."

He's shuffles the cards until he spots a card he likes. You answer quick and correct.

"Next!" you instruct.

After each question Satoru's grin widen. You answer precisely, not missing a beat before speaking.

"Good to know you were paying attention." he says after another correct answer.

"Naturally," you tug a strand of hair behind your ear, "Let's up the stakes."

His ears perked up, "What do you suggest?"

"Each time I answer correctly," your eyes narrow, "You have to kiss me as a reward."

He gulps, "...And what if you miss?"

"I won't, but whatever you want." you analyse his reaction.

"For each wrong answer you have to play just as many rounds of Mario kart with me," he thinks of the punishment quickly, and fixes his glasses before he adds, "...I can't believe I'm going along with this."

Next question comes up, he purposefully choose a hard one which made you pause for a second.

"...Correct." he murmurs, his voice a little weak. You have a smug look on your face when you shift coser, the distance between you shrinking until his knee brushes yours. Up close, you notice the faint crease between his brows, the way his lashes lower to stare at your mouth.

He looks so pretty.

You place your hands on his shoulder, testing his reaction, giving him time to pull back if he wants to. That thought doesn't even cross his mind. His body stays still, like he's afraid one wrong move will break the moment.

You lean in and press a brief kiss to his lips. You pull back immediately, settling into your original spot like nothing happened, "Next question."

He clears his throat, pushes his glasses up, and keeps reading withoit comment.

"And that's not correct..." he hisses and grins at your shocked expression, "No kiss for you this time." he teases, voice confident.

You cock an eyebrow at his tone, unimpressed, but your smile betrays you.

"That's one round of Mario kart for me, I guess."

The game continues. Each correct answer draws you closer. Each kiss lasts a fraction longer. The longer he allowed you to kiss him the more you wanted.

"Okay, this is easy," he says eventually after stopping at a card, "But we gotta practice these ones too."

Again, you answer without hesitation and he's already leaning foward, his lips parted like he forgot he's supposed to wait.

"This time answer me something," he raises an eyebrow, but waits for you to continue, "What was one thing you missed the most while you were away?"

"That's not your reward." he says, voice laced with hesitation.

"I changed my mind." you shrug.

"Did you now?" you look at him waiting for him to finally answer, then he bites his lips, "You," he says, serious, "I missed having you around." you widen your eyes at his blunt confession.

Your breath stutters as you exhale.

"Next question," he moves on then pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with slight shaky hands.

"If you continue to do that I won't be able to keep my hands off you." he freezes on the spot, looking at you as if he's trying to figure out if you're bluffing.

"Really?" he asks in disbelief, voice coming out higher than usual, almost hopeful.

"Just kidding." you burst out laughing at his still form and he rolls his eyes before asking away.

You get it correct, then another, then another until a familiar question comes up.

"What does velocity equal to?" he smiles even before finishing the question, getting reminded of your first session together.

"Velocity equals displacement divided by time," you say, "That answer deserves two points."

"An easy one like that?"

"If you haven't noticed I make the rules of this game."

You reach up, fingers sliding to the back of his neck and pull him in.

"One." you murmur when you pull away, only to lean in again.

This kiss lasts longer. His finger brushes your thigh, then drifts upward toward your waist. You break away just before it could settle there.

"Two."

Silences stretches between you. His hand is pressing into the mattress, eyes heavy lidded and fixed on your mouth. They shine from his spit and you lick your lips without thinking. You wipe off the excess before gesturing him to read the next one.

He winces before reading, "This is a hard one. I'd say this counts as three points." you narrow your eyes at him before he asks the easiest question ever.

You chuckle before saying the answer and he shrugs with a grin on his face, already pulling you in by your waist. He kisses you once, twice, three times before you're pulling away. Suddenly his grips tightens around you, his lips on your again before you could resist.

"That's four, Satoru." he doesn't concern himself with your reasoning, kissing you again like his life depends on it.

He speaks against you, words a little muffled, "I think you're ready."

His face tilts back when you climb onto his lap, hands framing his face to keep him still as you kiss him properly this time. His lips are so soft and so addicting, you can't physically pull yourself away from his warmth.

His mouth moves with confidence that makes your thoughts scatter. Every kiss feels deliberate and practiced, soft one second, then suddenly firm and rough. When his lips press harder, your teeth knock together, the small clack sending a jolt through you both.

Before you can invite him, his tongue slips against yours. You instinctively meet him halfway, burshing against each other. His lips are slippery, they move with yours in a perfect rhythm.

You pull back just enough to breath. What has it been like, five minutes? Ten? You don't even know anymore.

Satoru's breathing mirrors yours. He's looking up at you like he's trying to take you all in at once, eyes dragging over your low cut top with no attemp to hide it, until you lift his chin up to kiss him again. Again. Then again.

He's everywhere. His chest is pressed flush to yours, his hands move with purpose to map your body. They slide along your back, tracing your waist, then dip to your hips. Your breath hitches when he grips your ass.

Your thighs tremble from holding yourself up, but the overwhelming warmth draws you to him. You finally let yourself sink down, putting your weight on him, and the quiet sound he makes in response send electricity through you.

He grips your ass to pull you even closer and that's when you feel it. He's getting hard.

God, you want to fuck him so bad.

You involuntarily grind down on him hoping he'd notice you're already dripping just from a little making out. He whines into your mouth which just makes the situation in your panties worse. You take one of hands from your ass and bring it to your front, allowing him to feel your tits up. And he does immediately.

You pull away and brace yourself on his shoulders to grind down harder. His dick is already rock hard. When you look down between you his bulge is visible, but you can't see it fully.

"How big are you, Satoru?"

He snaps out of his daze, his eyes leaving your chest, "My uh... my dick? I'm not that big." You smile softly at him then your mouth opens to pant, "We'll make it work."

He's nervous a little so he let's you guide him.

Satoru Gojo is the smartest, but he's not smart enough to not get caught staring at your tits, "Hold them." he gulps, embarassed that you noticed, but he lifts a hand to squeeze them like before.

You move your hand between your bodies, still riding his clothed cock, but you stop to pull his pants down. You bite your lips before you pull him out of his underwear.

Well... he was lying.

The tip of his dick is leaking precum, it's thick and long, and it's a pretty, pale color. He's the expectation of what a perfect dick would look like. You take him into your hand and he loudly exhales.

"Oh fuck."

You stroke him while looking at his expressions. His eyes are fixated between you, on your hands and biting his lips, his chest heaving up and down with flushed cheeks. You let go of his rock hard dick and straddle him once again, rubbing your clothed pussy on his bare cock.

His eyes drift up to your face, guiding your movements on top of him. His tip is hitting your clit with each slide, you can't hold back your noises anymore.

"You're so beautiful," his eyes roll to the back of his head, before he relaxes into you, "Fuck, It's so good."

You rub against him quicker, his hands helping you. The little whines he let's out motivates you further, picking up the pace to his liking.

"Wait, I'm close." he warns, however his hands don't stop dragging you down.

"I don't care." you flip your hair to the side, grinding your tits one his face.He opens his mouth and lick up your cleavage, desparate and hungry. He's moaning louder, breathing harder and he's so close he feels his dick pulsating against your wet panties.

"There, ah— it's so good." you praise Satoru, his tongue vibrating against your skin as pretty, whiny noises leave his mouth.

Your legs start to cramp, you're sweaty and tired. Just need a little more, go on for a little longer. He frowns, panting against your skin, his glasses are crocked they're fogging up. When you feel his grip tighten around you, you stop and drag him in.

Satoru's legs shake under you from the edge, he almost spilled all over you, but you can't let that happen just yet from a little dry humping.

"I want you in my mouth," you push at his chest to lay back and you scoot back to settel between his legs, "Try not to cum too quick, okay?" you tease, but he's stunned you want to give him a blowjob.

"I can't promise anything." he holds back a gasp as you rip his sweats and underwear off him with one quick tug. His cock jumps in excitement when you do as much as breath near it.

"Have you ever gotten your dick sucked?" you take your lips between your teeth as you eye his lenght. Heavy, and leaking. You try not to show your doubt about your capabality to take all of, what was it... nine inches? down your throat.

"Once. Not a fond memory of mine." he looks up at the ceiling and squeezes his eyes closed, trying to calm his twitching dick. You lick on the tip once and his thighs flex.

"Holy shit— do it again." you comply, holding him against your lips as you rub them around it with your tongue out. His hips buck up, your tongue slides lower, coating it more spit.

"I'll try my best to be a better second second experience." you wrap your lips around his head and slowly sink lower and lower.

It took you three tries to swallow him without gagging. Each time you tried, you managed to sink down further, but as soon as you felt his tip hit the back of throat you had to pull of him.

You pull of him to catch your breath. He glances up at you, and you're one of a sight. There's spit drooling down your chin, your mascara is rolling down your face joined by your tears. Your makeup took way too long for you to not care about it's state anymore, but as reward you got to listen to his noises of bliss and watch him squirm on your bed.

"Take the cards and read them to me," he's utterly confused, but he listens to you anyway, "Know you said I'm ready. But more practice can never hurt. If I get one wrong, that's how many time I'll stop."

"Why am I getting punished?" his lips curl downwards as he fixes his glasses to read the cards.

"Because if I get it wrong, that's on you. It reflects your teaching skills."

"You're unfair."

No one can blame you for getting a couple wrong on purpose. His reaction is just too entertaining from each edge.

"That's— incorrenct." he doesn't even finish reading before you pause. His muscles flex as he tries holding himself back from cumming.

"Don't stop. I can't last any longer."

You watch him in pity as he humps the air. You're clenching your thighs together watching him, you're sure by now your panties are ruined.

Next he reads an easy question, and you think about teasing him further, but you want to taste him already. No reply comes from you, you keep sucking him into your mouth and his eyes are fixated on his cock disappearing in your mouth. The cards fly free from his hands, scattering all over the bed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuhhhh—" he spurts his load on your tongue, with each bob of your head it escapes your lips mixing with your saliva.

He bucks up into your mouth to ride out his orgasm, however you were not ready for the sudden hit against the back of your mouth and pull off him immediately. You slurps back the drool and wipe it off as you watch his cum pool around his base.

"Best blowjob I've ever had." he's breathless, and fucked out.

"You came already?" you tease, wiggling your eyebrows.

He's ready to protest, but he shrugs instead, "This was a learning experience. What about round two?" he sits up to drag you onto his lap, but you push him back on the bed with a palm to his cheat.

You trail up kisses from his balls, lick over his happy trail and rock hard abs until you reach his mouth and kiss him with your slick lips. Your tongues collide at contact, his tastebuds picking up the taste of himself.

"Have you ever eaten pussy before?" you ask and he gulps, looking around the room before answering.

"No...?"

"Let me teach you." you pull your shirt over your head, tits spilling out of your bra, and he can't stare at anything else.

Painfully slow you unclip your bra and right then he sits up and latches a mouth at your tits. He's licking around your nipples, biting down on it here and there. Then he focuses on the other; repeating his technique before you can push him back and lay beside him. Reaching over to his face, you take his glasses off and wear it on your face like a trophy.

He squints immediately and smirks at you, "You look like a nerd."

With one swift move you pull off your pants, leaving your panties on just so he can see the mess he caused. He sits up to position himseld between your spread legs, and he just looks and admires.

"Touch me." you don't have to tell him twice, his finger is already brushing against your clothed pussy, trailing along the hem before it slips under it. A moan slips out before you can realise, his cold finger sending a shiver down your spine.

"Can I eat your pussy?" he asks as he snaps the band of your underwear and you nod in approval, "You're so wet." he states, mouth watering at the sight.

"Start slowly." Satoru is already laying before you, mouth dangerously close to your bare pussy.

His tongue experimentally licks up your slit, you hiss, but you stay unmoved, keeping eyecontact with him. He listens well, he's slow and deliberate with his moves. He's hesitant to hold onto your legs, but when they twitch he does anyway in fear of them clamping around his head. Although being trapped against your pussy doesn't sound too bad. Tongue is flattened against you as he drags it up from bottom to top.

"Focus on my cl— ahh." his lips close around your clit and he sucks hard. You should've known he's familiar with human anatomy. Your hand clamps on his head to pull him against you, your legs threatening to close around his head.

"Mhhmmm." Satoru softly pats your thighs to soothe you and burries his head deeper.

"Right there, keep doing it, Satoru." you lift up your stolen glasses to see him better, hid tongue lapping around the bud. Why is he so skilled?

"Have you been eating healthy?" you blink at him, "You taste so good. I read it somewhere that your diet could reflect on—" you take a fistful of his hair and drag him back to position. Can't believe he paused to tell you something stupid.

"Please shut up and keep going." you whine out, not containing your noises anymore. He matches you, humming against you as he twirls his tongue on you, lapping at your hole then sliding it inside, tongue fucking you with his nose pressed to your clit.

"So good, you're so good."

Fuck, he doesn't need a teacher.

It feels like he has done this before. Wait... has he? You wouldn't call him experienced, he's eating it so good he deserves the title eater.

"S-stop, Satoru get up," he stills, his hand loosening its grip on your thighs. Big blue eyes search your face for any signs of discomfort, hoping it might give him a clue of what he did wrong.

"You lied to me." you shut your legs, looking at him with your eyes narrowed. Honesty is very important to you, even if he had eaten a girl out before you wouldn't mind that too much. But he ate a girl out and lied to your face that he didn't, that is unacceptable. If that is the case, his present you have prepared for him will go to waste, bacause you can't let him get away with that.

"What? No I didn't," he sits back on his ankles, shoulders hanging low, "I would never lie to you."

"Again. That's two, Satoru. Who knows how many lies of yours I have believed so far."

"Please tell me what I did wrong," he hovers over you. You swear you noticed his eyes go glassy for a second.

"You lied to me about never eating a girl out before." you push at his chest when he tries to lean down.

"What?" his lips curl up, "Am I that good?" he said, confidence dripping from his voice. It's hard to get used to him constantly switching between shy and cocky, but honestly with the position he got you in, you kinda like it.

"Is this actually your first time...?" you waver, unsure about your previous claim.

"I pinky promise," he kisses you on your lips, wandering down to your jawline then neck, coating your skin in wet kisses, "Can I make you cum now?" he sits up again, pulls his shirt over his head, and as soon as you nod your head he dives back in to finish what he started.

This time around he makes sure you won't escape, his hands clamp around your legs, pulling you onto his face. He's loud and nasty, lewd noises clash with your moans, but whatever he's doing down there it's working. Sheets are wrinkled from you squirming and gripping onto them, Satoru's hair is a mess after you pulled on it so many times. Except you couldn't help it when he made such a sweet sound when you tugged on his white strands. The glasses are halfway off your nose, but you're so close.

"Keep doing what you're doing, o-okay? Don't switch it up when I'm close." he humms in reply.

One large hand plays with your nipple and that is when you feel the band in your stomach tighten and snap, your orgasm coming crashing down.

"T-toru fuck," he helps your ride out your orgasm, yet he doesn't stop there, "Slow down—"

"Mhh, sorry I— I can't," voice is muffled by your pussy lips, "...You taste too good." his hands hold your waist down to keep you from shaking uncontrollably. Even so it's to no use. All you do is whine, managing just in time to hold back a scream. His tongue flicks over the sensitive bud over and over, until you finally wiggle yourself out of his grasp and kick him away by his chest.

He sits, looking at the mess he made, pussy drooling with his saliva, his chin is glistening from your juices, and he can still smell you just like when his nose was burried inside you. Not noticing your feet trailing down his hard abdomen he admires his art while you heave, then looks down when you press your sole against his hard cock. Even he's surprised he managed to pop another boner again so quick.

"You really are a genius."

"Told you so." he licks his lips and reaches over you to take back his glasses.

"How do you know all this? My teaching felt useless." you pout.

"I uhh... I looked it up on the internet." he murmured under his breath.

"You looked it up?" you blink at him, then you break out in a giggle, "You wanted to eat me out?" you tease.

"I was hoping when you said you missed me, you meant a little something else too." his eyes flicked down to his dick with a shit eating grin on his face.

"But you went overboard," you blurt out, pressing down your heel harder. He hisses. "Without permission."

Lips open to protest, maybe to apologise, yet the pressure on his dick is so hard he just whimpers.

"Mhh, I'm sorry. Just wanted to make you feel good." his hips buck forward, rubbing himself against your foot. Of course he, of all people, would be into it when you meant to hurt him a little.

You climb on top of him, his mouth already reaching for your boobs to latch a mouth on your nipple, but you squeeze his cheeks to lift his face up. His dick is stading against his abs, twitching when he feels your pussy hover over his tip. His hands replace his mouth, twirling your nipples between his fingers, almost like the pen he always plays with during sessions.

You guide his lenght between your pussy lips and slide up and down on it, his tip hitting your clit in just the right spot. Strong hands tighten around you, dragging you forward then pushing you back in a quick motion so he can feel something on his aching hard cock.

"I wanted to kiss you so bad that one time," you take a breather before adding, "When I had to stay longer, because of the storm. I wish Suguru and Kento wouldn't have interrupted us."

"Really?" he bit into his lips to hold back a moan, "I was too nervous to make a move. I wish I had done it a minute earlier, then we wouldn't have been interrupted." he's looking into your eyes like you're everything he has ever wanted. Wet lashes are clumped together, and he's admiring you from below, his body moving against yours in a desperate pace.

"I wish your towel would've fell off." slowing down your hips, you make rougher motions with more purpose; to tease him.

"Are you going to s-sit on it?" one hand leaves you to prop himself up on the bed, trying to act composed, but it's all crumbling apart before you.

"All you have to do is just ask for it."

"Please, just a l-little. Let me feel you."

"There's nothing little about you, even just the tip would split me in two." you whisper against his lips, your pussy sliding against his cock.

"Show me." he quickly replies, eyes darting between your sweaty bodies and where they meet.

"You could barely fit into my mouth a moment ago. I don't think it'll fit." you pout innocently, holding yourself up by his shoulders and taking a hold of his huge cock.

"Is that a real situation? It won't fi— nghh," his pupils shake before you smack yourself down on him followed by a wet, squelching sound. He'd been yearning for this since the moment he left his dorm, two and a half weeks ago. The feeling of your velvety walls tightly hugging his thick cock. His glasses fog up when he presses his cheek to your chest, watching your tits bounce in awe. Your arms hug his head and he's dying to suck a nipple, but your move don't favour that and he's stuck staring.

You're bouncing on top of him, with each move the tip of his dick is hitting your cervix. Instead of pain, the pleasure replaces it all, motivating you to bounce on it faster. Satoru can feel the power slowly draining out of you, whenever he feels your moves getting sloppy, his biceps flex as he slams you against himself. His crotch is dripping from your juices, your clit is rubbing against his hips as yours meet his, your eyes rolling back in the overwhelming pleasure.

"Toru, it's ah— so big," you're pulling your own hair, not knowing where to hold onto, "You like it? You like it if I call you that?"

"Huh, what?" his tongue sticks out, he's focusing on not nutting inside of you this exact second, "Toru? Yes, yes I love it."

"I imagined this so many times." he gushes, whimpering in between lines, "I-I think I'm in love."

You can't even react, your legs are giving out, you're panting and you can't keep your eyes open. He pulls your torso to his and he starts meeting you in the middle. You yelp when he lays back, dragging you down with himself and immediately pistoning into you from below. He loves you above him, but he can't let you do all the work. Your tits are dangling in his face and takes up on the chance to pamper them in kisses.

"Fuck, Toru, if you keep doing that I'm going to cum."

"Does it feel as good for you as it does for me?" you nod and burry your head in the crook of his neck. He's holding you down so hard your skin stings where his fingers dig into your flesh, yet you still manage to steal a passionate kiss from him.

"It feels so good, it's so deep," you wipe your lips before you drool all over him and sit up straight, "Before I forget," you support yourself on his chest, his eyes are struggling to look into yours as they keep gazing between you, "You can cum inside me. That's your gift."

His hips stutter against yours, his power drains through his movements.

"I can?" his eyes are hopeful, now focused entirely on you, "Say it again." he's pistoning into you, chasing his high now even more desperately.

"Toru, I want you to stuff me full of your cum, so much that it drips out of my pussy when you pull out. Then I want you to fuck it all back into me, and make sure it won't spill. Not a single drop."

Satoru whimpers one last time before his hips fuck into yours and freeze in place as his cum drains into you. His balls contract and his orgasms comes crashing down, his chest still, not breathing so the only thing he can feel is him emptying his balls inside you.

The tip hits that one gummy spot inside you that triggers ecstasy, your walls pulse around him when you reach your second orgasm. You move just enough so you can ride out your orgasm, Satoru shaking a little from overstimulation. You want to pull off, but he holds you down.

"Please stay a little longer." he begs, wanting to feel you warm his cock. Fingers are rubbing your skin, caresing the red marks he'd left on you. It feels soft and calming, somehow making it easier to breathe.

"You know," Satoru says after a beat of silence, "I didn't think I actually had a chance. I still kind of don't." he looks off to the side.

"Still don't?" you say arcastically, head nodding down where you're sitting on his dick.

"Still don't," he sweetly smiles, "I wanted you for so long. I just don't think I realised it soon enough. In hindsight, I was painfully obvious."

You trace slow circles over hia chest, feeling his breath change under your touch, "Now that you mention it," you say softly, "I don't think I've felt this relaxed with someone else in a long time."

His ears perk up, a shy smile appearing on his face, "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He swallows, hands tightening around your waist, "That's good. I mean—" his exhale turns into an airy laugh, "That's good to hear."

He pauses, and you reach for his hand on you, "I'm bad at this part," he confesses, "Not the flirting. I'm an expert at that," you roll your eyes, "I mean the honest, romantic part."

You lean forward and rest your forehead against his, "You're doing fine. Way better than at flirting."

He nudges your nose with his, "So I was wondering — no pressure — if you'd want to be with me. Officially." his thumb brushes your side hesitantly, like he asked the riskiest thing ever.

You blink at him, mouth opening, but nothing comes out.

"Girlfriend. I mean. If that's okay. If not we can pretend nothing happened." he rushes to talk instead of you, tripping on his words.

"Satoru," he stills, "Yes, I want that."

For a second, he just stares at you. Then he breaks into a wide grin, like he has won in life, muscles relaxing under you.

"Wow, okay. I— I'm really happy." he's bad at expressing his emotions, but you understand his excitement.

You give him a long kiss that's certain, but there's still one more questions lingering in his head, "The movie tickets are still up right? There's this new movie coming out in June—"

"There's months left until Summer. You have to do something for me in the meantime." you teasingly smile.

"Well, my expertise is computers, and since you still don't know your way around settings, i'll tutor you." you smack him in the arms

"Be careful, I might not need you anymore after that."

"Maybe. But you'd miss me."

three weeks later

Exam season ends in a blur of stress and all nighters. You pass everything, minimum B across the board. Thank to Satoru Gojo, you passed your physics exam with a B+, which he celebrates like he personally made that achievement.

"See? Even I couldn't have written that test better." he says, slinging an arm over your shoulder as you leave the college building.

"You got an A+ Toru..."

He ignores you then his head snaps to the side and loudly announces to a random group of people passing by, "Hey, this is my girlfriend!"

You tug at his hoodie, "...Who are these people?"

"No idea." he says cheerfully.

Across campus, every five minutes he keeps telling people you're dating.

"This is my girlfriend."

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend."

You're embarassed to say the least and you exhale in relief when the next people you walk by aren't randoms, but Satoru's close friends, Geto and Nanami.

"Guys, this is my girlfriend."

"Yes, we've gathered." said Nanami.

"Are you coming over this Saturday? We're ordering take out then we play something for the rest of the night." Suguru leaned towards you.

"Can't, sorry. Saturday is for the girls this week." you apologise then excuse yourself to the bathroom.

When you're out of earshot Gojo's smile drops.

"I know what you're doing." he says, voice low.

"What?" Suguru raises an eyebrow, already knowing he's about to hear some bullshit.

"You want all the milfs I bring over," Gojo continues, eyes wide and unhinged, "And now you want my hot girlfriend too?"

Nanami adjusts his glasses turning to walk away.

"I'm crazy, just so you know." Gojo adds, blue eyes still wide open to punctuate his words.

Suguru stares at him, unamused, "Yeah, you convinced me."

By the time you come back, his friends are gone and you question Satoru about it. He tells you that Suguru made a move on you that you just didn't understand.

"You're fucking crazy." you laugh at his silliness and smack him in the arms

"Yes, and you're mine."

The End

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Naoya Zenin hates buttons.

They called it a celebration. A show put on to convince the world the Zenin clan is glorious instead of rotten. Everyone important gathered; clan heads and heirs, while by your side (unfortunately) stood your husband, Naoya Zenin.

Arranged of course, you'd never choose him. The clan choose efficency, a good bloodline, that's how you came into the picture. Naoya chose you, because he was told to.

He made sure you wouldn't forget that since.

He looked unfairly good tonight. Teal, formal kimono tailored to fit him perfectly like all his other clothes. His hand rested on your lower back as a reminder to you, and a show put on for the other clans.

"You're awfully quiet," Naoya murmurs in your ear, his breath's like a tickle on your skin, "Tryin' not to embarrass me already?"

You smile widely, looking around the room and gracefully waving to the strangers, "Don't worry, husband. I'll let you handle that all on your own."

His lips twitch, but fixes his expression before you could notice the crack in his perfect persona.

The night unfolds exactly like always, you put on the perfect wife act while Naoya fixates his attention on other women he finds to be more respectable than you.

Lanterns dim and doors slide shut as soon as the last guest leaves, bringing silence for the night. The Zenin estate returns to its natural state of emptiness and hostility.

You kick your heels off as soon as the servants come to your side to help you shed your formal clothes to something more comfortable. The heels slide across the floor with a loud clatter as you let out a heavy sigh from the burden of pretending.

Naoya turns, his eyes flick down then back up, irritation spreading across his face, "Unbelievable," he scoffs, "Do you have any sense of grace?"

You shrug, letting the servant loosen your kimono at the shoulder. His degrading words barely register anymore. Marrying into the Zenin clan comes with getting accustomed to this — his voice, his disdain.

"Funny. I thought I did a pretty good job tonight. Did I not play the role of your feminine, worthless wife well enough?"

He snorts, the servant, undressing him neatly, folds the outer layers of his clothes.

"Femininity isn't about putting on a show. It's about knowing your place."

"Oh, you're right." you chuckle, not even looking his way, "Why are we married again?"

"I didn't have a choice," he replies easily, "Doesn't mean I gotta like it."

"Naoya-sama, your bath is ready." a servant bows before retreating into another room.

He's almost undressed, the servant leaves him in his white shirt and pants, meanwhile, your servant was still working through the endless buttons on your back.

Naoya turns already, "Can you try to keep the act on a little longer? It's a waste of effort if you just ruin it with talking."

Your fingers twitch by your side, "Careful," you mutter mostly to yourself, "One day that mouth's going to get you killed."

He stops. His fists flex, nails digging into his palm when he turns around.

"What'd you say?" an airy, unamused laugh leaves his mouth.

You open your mouth to repeat what you said, but it's not fast enough for him.

He crosses the room in three strides and grabs your face, fingers pressing into your jaw, hard enough so your eyes are on him. His eyes are sharp, furious, looking at you like a lower form of life.

"Say it again." he insists.

Your heart is pounding against your ribs, trying to escape his grasp, but it's no use; his grip tightens. The servant bows hastily, nearly tripping over themself as they scurry out of the room, sliding the door shut behind them.

"Come on, say it again." he says quieter, leaning closer to your face, eyes searching your face for a little break in your expression. Fear. Regret. But he can't find either.

You shove his wrist away, "Get your hands off me."

"You really think you can talk to me like that?" he snaps at you, voice getting louder the more he leans in, "In my house?"

You step back and he follows until you're pressed against the wall, his hands braced to the wall on either side of your head.

"You forget yourself," he starts calmly, dangerous, "This marrige exists, because it benefits me. Had I said no, you'd be licking the boots of your brothers back at your pathetic clan. They married you off, because that is all you're good for." he spat and you turn your face from him.

"Thank you for liberating me, dear husband! I love the mighty Zenin clan with all my heart!" you coo sarcastically, finding pleasure in the way his face contorts into disgust, "Your smart mouth doesn't make you powerful. It makes you stupid."

You stare right into his eyes while he's crowding you in, wide body blocking every escape. His face is a breath away from you, eyes burning with irritation.

"Step away, Naoya."

He chuckles, but there's no humor in his voice, "You're really asking to get hurt."

You inhale sharply to argue again, but his hand closes around your throat, firm enough to tilt your head back and he kisses you hard. It's not romantic, not careful, it's not meant to be any of that. It's meant to shut you up, to remind you who he is, and it seems to work. For a split second you freeze, trying to push him away, but his hand is too tight on your neck.

Clap.

Your palm comes down hard on his face. The room goes silent, his hand on your neck slips away.

Naoya's head turns slightly on impact. He looks up at you through his bangs, eyes dark, lips curling downwards.

You don't wait for him to talk, you grab his collar and drag him towards you to kiss him — messy, angry, teeth knocking. He makes a sound that turns into a low scoff as he kisses you back harder. His cheek is marked by your palm and it stings, but at least he doesn't have to listen to you talk. His hand snaps to your waist to reclaim control.

Your back hits against the cold stone wall again, and you pull Naoya onto yourself. His knee rests between your legs, and you let out a sigh in between kisses. You feel his hands slide up your back, fingers catching on the fabric.

Buttons. So many buttons.

He impatiently undoes one, then another, but he struggles on the third. He groans and pulls back to focus on his fingers.

"Who made you wear this?" he asks then he clicks his tongue, but you kiss him instead of answering.

His movements get rougher, his fingers are fumbling, "Can you hurry up?" you sigh in annoyance. He glares at you as his fingers still try on your back.

"Tch — fuck."

He gives up and lets out a frustrated sigh, walking toward the hallway to call for a servant.

"You," he points at the shocked servant, "Undo this."

The servant goes pale but moves quickly to your side, hands trembling as they work through the buttons efficiently, eyes firmly averted.

Naoya stands before you with crossed arms, jaw clenched, muttering curses under his breath. When the servant finishes they bow and leave as fast as they can.

His gaze lingers on your body when the last piece of clothing finally slides off you, leaving you in your underwear while he is still fully dressed, making him feel in control. His eyes stop at your tits, biting his lips before pulling you in for another rough kiss, his tongue brushing in your mouth before you can invite him in.

Deep down Naoya accepts the bitter truth:

He really does hate buttons.

And that his dick's been hard the moment your palm landed on his face.

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things you don't teach

synopsis — all you wanted was to pass physics. instead, you start spending nearly every day at satoru gojo’s apartment, trading relentless teasing for his not so quiet study sessions. he’s a walking ego with way too many opinions, but somewhere between passing late nights that stretch longer than planned, gojo stops feeling like just your tutor. by the time he leaves for a two-week competition that suddenly feels unbearable — you realize the real problem isn’t physics at all. it's to solve whatever is going on between you and your tutor.

pairing — nerd! gojo x fem! reader (feat. suguru and nanami)

(art credit: @3vangel1ne_ on tiktok!)

not proofread yet!!! please ignore the mistakes i'll correct them asap <3

content — college au, slowburn-ish, stangers to lovers trope, fluff, eventual smut, heavily inspired by The big bang theory, nerd! gojo, inexperienced! gojo, this time it's readers turn to teach him (how to eat it), switchy gojo, switchy reader, big dick gojo, gojo loves tits, making out, dry humping, riding, multiple orgasms, pussy eating, blowjob, overstimulation, dirty talk, piv, unprotected, borderline breeding kink????

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Friday afternoon, your shift just ended, and you're already curled up in the library studying for the upcoming finals. Work in the morning, which you have to complete with a maximum of five hours of sleep on a good day, then go straight to the library and study.

During finals week the college library is open 24/7 so you don't have to worry about getting sent home. But the library closing would've been the least of your problems when you can't get past question three.

The margin of your notebook is full of doodles, your head is resting on your palms, and your chest is slowly heaving with every disappointed sigh you let out. Yeah, this wasn't exactly effective, but you can't teach yourself the topic, at least not this one.

Physics has been getting harder and harder lately, and sometimes not even paying attention during lectures can help when you don't understand half of what the professor's saying. Hiring a tutor is also out of the question with today's outrageous prices that you can't afford with the minimum wage you get paid at your customer service job.

You slowly exhaled through your nose as you got up and decided to look for some physics books that could help.

The school library isn't huge, but surely there's something on the topic.

Except... there isn't.

You trail along the shelves twice, checking every section just to make sure nothing was misplaced, but it's hopeless. Nothing relevant, not even an old, dusty edition.

You were about to give up when a sharp thump drew your attention, a tall boy with messy white hair dropped a tower of books onto the librarian's desk.

"Name's Gojo, I need to rent these out." the lady gazes over to her computer with a huff as the man states confidently.

She typed slowly on the keyboard before looking back at the guy and then lowered her glasses on the bridge of her nose, "Looks like you haven't brought back 'Essentials of physics', 'The fabric of reality' and further three books from the educational section. And would you look at that, you are way past the deadline. Now, would you mind returning these back to the shelves? Thank you." she finishes then slides the stack back towards the guy.

"What? But I need these!"

"I need those other books back with the late fee included before you rent out new ones. Maximum five per person. These are our regulations, sir." she states in a monotone voice, like she has to repeat this exact sentence over and over.

"Shit, whatever," says the guy and turns around with the books in his hand.

Now that you're done staring at the scene, you recall hearing his name before. He's Satoru Gojo, the genius from your lecture. The prof always uses his work as an example for everyone, by now you've heard his name more times than you can count on one hand. And apparently, he's been hoarding every physics book on campus.

"Hey uh, sorry to bother you. I overheard you got a few physics books? I can't find a single one left." you approach softly, standing in his way.

"Sorry, but I have no clue where they are." You sigh in disappointment, but wait. This is Satoru Gojo. The smartest guy in your class.

"You're the 'good at everything' Gojo, right?" that catches his attention, a teasing grin creeps on his face, "Is that what they call me now? The brilliant brain? The clever crane? The—"

"Uh yeah... Could you help me with a physics problem? Just one exercise." You cut him off, cheeks flushed.

He agrees and you lead him to the table in the corner you had claimed as yours for the day. He drops the books on the table then fixes his glasses as he leans over the problem.

"This one's easy," you expected him to explain it to you a little, maybe write down each step in detail, but instead he took your pen between his fingers and solved the problem in under a minute.

"You didn't have to... solve it," you mutter, eyes wide open as he had already finished.

He picked his books back up, blurted a proud 'you're welcome', ready to turn away,

"Wait! Could you explain it to me? I mean, you figured out the problem, but that doesn't really help me." he only waves back with one hand, not bothering to stop, "Sorry, don't have time for that. I have to get ready for important things."

You fidget with your fingers, nervous that he would actually leave you. Desperation kicked in.

"What do you want? I can get you free movie tickets in exchange!" you raise your voice a little hoping it would stop him, and it does.

"Free what?" his ears perk up and he stops dead in his tracks, "How?" he raises an eyebrow skeptically, "I work in a movie theater. I can sneak you in no problem."

The way to get a the attention of a guy like Gojo, is through free movie tickets. Early screenings, fresh cinema popcorn, surround sound, that's his type of wet dream.

He narrows his eyes, weighing the offer, "Can you get three? To any movie I want?" you shake your head in disbelief, but you stop yourself before you could say something smart.

"Depending on how you do as a tutor, anything can be arranged." is what you simply say, hoping this would persuade him.

He stares at you for a good half minute before nodding his head in agreement, settling down on the seat beside your own.

He really wanted those tickets, because the way he explained each step was so clear and simple.

He made it clear and simple.

Any exercise that was similar to this one, with a little help from him, you aced it easily.

"Great job, as expected." he pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, "Just a little help from the smartest and you've already improved!" this sounds like a compliment more meant for himself than for you so you just ignored him.

"If you keep this up you'll get those movie tickets in no time."

"If I keep this up? You want me to actually tutor you?" he raises an eyebrow, confused at your statement.

"Three times a week," you declare.

"Once a week, maybe, if I have time," he crosses his arms in front of his chest and leans back in his seat.

"Three times weekly for three tickets."

"Once. I'm a busy man." Gojo says firmly, like there's no way to change his mind.

You glance at the pile of Game of Thrones books beside him, "Busy? Really?"

He groans, glaring at the stack like it betrayed him. "...Fine, three times."

Gojo was the one to ask you for your contact info like you were the one likely to stand him up. You exchanged numbers and you got back to your work as soon as he was out of sight. Not long after that, his footsteps slowly faded back in, and you looked at him in confusion.

"Hey, do you think there's any way you could distract the front desk lady while I sneak out with these?"

______________

"I'm tutoring today, so please don't walk around the house naked."

His roommate, Suguru, barely glances up, unmoving on the couch.

"Neither of us do that besides you, Satoru," he says with a sigh, "Is the mother coming too?" Suguru glances at Satoru from the corner of his eye, like he's not eager to find out.

"Nope." he says, popping the 'p' at the end, "It's not a little kid and their milf mom this time. A girl begged for my help the other day and I just couldn't say no."

"...I doubt that's what happened." Kento appears from the kitchen, mug in hand.

"A girl?" asks Suguru in surprise, his back automatically straightening, "You're telling me, you're bringing a girl over?"

"It's not like that. She's not my type or whatever." he shrugs his shoulders, "as I said, she desperately needed my help," a confident smirk crept up his face at that, "I'm just being generous."

"Right..." Suguru trails off, changing the TV channels until The lord of the Rings comes on the screen and immediately set the remote down, "Well, good luck with that. Don't forget to introduce her to me."

"He's going to scare her off," Kento joins Suguru on the couch as he sips on his coffee.

"Probably, but Satoru is without a doubt the best she can get if she's running out of time."

Gojo is about to say something back before the doorbell rings. You're here.

He instinctively combs his fingers through his hair and fixess his clothes before opening the door to let you in. Suguru side-eyed the open door, curious to see the first-ever girl guest to step into their shared home.

You didn't think much of going over to Gojo's apartment. He warned you beforehand that he has 2 roommates, but assured you they wouldn't bother the lesson. That's why when you knocked on his door, you didn't expect to be met with both of his roommates cozied up on the couch. But you have no place to judge, you're the one intruding afterall.

Gojo steps aside to let you in, "Welcome to our humble abode," you cringe at that.

You open your mouth to greet his friends, but the words freeze in your throat.

"Oh!" you yelp in surprise, "Woah, you must be really big fans of superheroes!" the blonde on the couch visibly tensed, "Are you jealous? That Spider-Man figure took me eight tutoring sessions to afford," Gojo says as he closes the door, pointing to one of the many action figures on the shelf behind the couch with his thumb.

"Hey, I'm Suguru," says the black-haired man, straightening his back as you walk closer, "We never thought Satoru would ever invite a pretty girl here, so excuse the mess."

"Oh, no worries. And thank you!" you introduce yourself to both men, trying to avert your gaze from the huge Star Wars poster next to the TV.

You found out the blonde one's name is Kento, but he left after Gojo opened his mouth about the movie they were watching.

"Come, I'll show you my room."

You follow Gojo, passing by Kento as he steps into his room before taking a right turn towards the destination.

Now Satoru Gojo's room was a different sight. If you thought the several action figures in the living room were a lot, it doesn't even compare to the current sight in front of you.

Shelves packed with comics which were neatly arranged, row of figures stood on display, each one carefully positioned, as if Gojo spent hours deciding the perfect stance for every superhero. Different sizes in various hero suits of each superheroes presented in plastic cases, you could practically feel the obsessive attention to detail.

There's a soft gleam projected on the figures in the case, you can't help but take a closer look.

"You've got... three versions of the same guy,"

"Correction: it's three different eras, sorted by timeline—" he starts explaining, but it's just white noise to you.

For all the chaos not a thing is out of place. No dust, no clutter, and the air smells clean too. Like men's shower gel and aftershave maybe.

Posters swallowed one whole side of his wall, you could barely see the wallpaper. You knew he's a nerd, but this is unlike what you've imagined.

You turn slowly, taking it all in, all the colors, the glint of the perfectly dusted figures, the slight hum of the fan of his PC setup in the background, it felt like him. Overstimulating and loud.

"I know," he starts, his hands slipping into his pockets, "It's fucking cool."

"How much did you spend on these?" you ask what you've been wondering about since you first set foot in here.

"You never ask that question from a collector," you raise your hands in surrender.

"Are you all collectors? You, Suguru, and Kento?" he nods at that, walking over to his desk to make space for you.

"This is all mine, but we bought stuff together too, that's what you saw out there." he nods his head in the direction of his now closed door, "Little secret... Nanami actually has the biggest collection. You wouldn't have guessed, right?"

"Who's your favourite hero?" Gojo leans forward with an infuriating grin as if he asked the big question, which could decide how exactly this session will go.

You blink, caught off guard, "Uh... I don't know. Maybe... Superman?"

The silence that follows is loud. You nervously take in the sight of his room once again only to notice no trace of any Superman merch.

You messed up.

"Superman?" he huffs and rolls his eyes, "Oh no, we've got a basic answer on our hands."

You roll your eyes, "What's wrong with Superman?"

"His story is lazy and glasses as a disguise... like, really?" his bottom lip juts out as he sulks, falling back into a chair behind him, hands still tucked in his pocket, "Bet you only like him 'cause he's hot." he's lounging in the chair, now twirling a pen between his fingers, eyes narrowing in a teasing manner.

You raise an eyebrow, "What? No, I don't!"

"Yeah right," he scoffs, his long legs spinning himself around in his gaming chair, "You totally don't like his six pack, his huge biceps—"

"My bad, my favourite hero is not Batman's cousin's best friend's little brother, who only appeared in one comic in 2001," you cut him off, and you gracefully sit down in the chair next to him, "Gojo, let's just start."

He sighs but complies, "Did you bring everything I texted you?" he fixes his glasses while he takes out books from a drawer near him.

"Yes, I have everything," you say, you start digging in your bag to pull out the notebooks he asked for. "See? Prepared student, ready to learn."

"Great," he sighs to himself and and rolls closer to the table, "Because we're covering the chapter everyone seems to hate."

You deflate immediately, "Great! Can't wait..."

Gojo stars explaining with his whole body, he gets completely immersed in the topic. He winces whenever he takes a second to think then continues gesturing wildly, throwing his hands around, and he twrills the same pen between his thumb and index finger. As he waits for you to understand he tilts his head and squints as he scans your face for any sign of confusion. If he found a flicker of hesitation in your answer, he fixed his glasses and started again, determined and patient. Gojo can't have you leave here confused. When he does something he goes all out.

"Alright," he announces and turns a page in the book, "We'll circle back to this, but let's continue with velocity. The sexy part of physics."

You don't even dare to question him, but you just have to ask, "How is velocity sexy...?"

"It's all about movement," he grins, "But it's also very simple. Velocity equals displacement divided by time."

He writes down the formula in neat handwriting and underlines it twice. Gojo explains it more thoroughly before pushing his chair to the corner of his room and rolling out a whiteboard on wheels already covered in equat,ions and formulas from top to bottom. Colored drawings were scribbled at the edge of the board to help you understand precisely.

"Go on. Solve them with the formula in mind," he gestures towards the board then crosses his arms.

"Woah, you were prepared," you almost let a giggle slip as you take a marker from his desk.

You solve the example equations and underline the answer, "So, it equals 18 meters per second."

"Clever girl!" he encourages with a thumbs up.

The silence between you is loud. He rubs the back of his neck, suddenly embarrassed.

"...Sorry. I've only ever taught first-years before you."

You shake your head before averting your gaze back to the board to solve each problem left. He intently watches you as you explained each step before answering each question.

"Thanks to my genius, you won't be failing velocity on the test."

"Don't be full of yourself! I just needed another explanation... of everything."

Satoru Gojo might've been an annoying, overconfident, insufferable nerd on any other day but he wasn't as annoying when the actual tutoring took place. He was still everything else though.

Your friends were shocked to find out who your teacher was, because they were just a little jealous of you. One of your girl friends in particular voiced her envy of you for 'Being tutored by a hot nerd'. You pretended you didn't hear her.

Gojo?

Hot?

Yeah right.

What Gojo actually is... is attentive.

He remembered your every struggle when studying together and he tried his best to help you overcome them. He remembered your favourite marker to use on his whiteboard and only prepared that color for you. Gojo remembered you like to drink coffee post-shift just to keep yourself awake and not fall asleep mid-writing. He started handing you a steaming cup of coffee the moment you walked in.

Of course, he never spared you the self-praising comments, but slipped a couple to you, too.

"Look at you! You're getting good enough to rid yourself of me," he suddenly cleares his throat, "Not quite there yet, but soon."

Or

"You told me this was your kryptonite," he straightens, eyes narrowing at you, "You were never bad. Just needed someone to teach you right."

Or

"My star. My pride and joy. The apple of my eye—"

And sometimes a little backhanded...

"...huh," he peers over your shoulder to look at your notebook, "Didn't expect you to get that on your first try."

He also wasn't bad company himself. Sometimes he just rambled about one of his interests, or told you a fact he newly learned, or boasted about a new achievement. He loved to talk and it made you comfortable in a way. Lately, you've been looking forward to the sessions.

You knock once, and only step inside once you hear a faint 'Come in'. On the other side, Suguru's sitting comfortably on the couch with a laptop balanced on his knees. Nanami is sitting beside him, focusing on the TV.

"Make yourself comfortable," Geto says without looking up from the screen, "Satoru's not back yet."

Nanami gives you a small wave as you set your bag on a hook.

"He's not back yet? But where is he?"

"Library." Nanami answers, "He's been there almost every day this week."

"Yeah," Suguru adds, "He's been studying like crazy for the show," he says while typing away on the keyboard, "Shit, what's wrong with this now? Satoru just fixed it for me last week." he snaps his laptop shut.

"...Show? Elaborate, please." you ask, settling down on the arm of the couch.

"Our show." Geto says like it's obvious.

You blink at his response, "Meaning...?"

"We're on the school quiz team. The final rounds are coming up. You know, rival schools, big event. He's getting ready."

You blink at Suguru, but slowly a smile creeps up your face, "That's still a thing in college?"

"It is," affirms Nanami, "But it wouldn't exist here at all if Gojo hadn't persuaded the administration into forming one."

"And you're both in it?" they nod at that, then you turn to Kento, "Didn't expect you to join too. Guess Gojo can talk anyone into anything."

Nanami adjusts his glasses, clearly trying of not to react, but Suguru next to him smirks.

"Don't mind him. He's a little embarassed." he says, "Even if he was the first one to sign up after Satoru—"

"If you'll excuse me," Kento suddenly cleares his troath, cutting off his friend, "I'll cook something. Would you like anything?" he turnes to you.

"Nope, thanks." you smile sweetly, loving the teasing Nanami constantly gets from his two roommates. It's endearing in a a way.

Without a warning the front door slams open, echoing in the hallway. Gojo storms in, heading straight for his room until he spots you from the corner of his eyes.

"...Great" he mumbles under his breath.

Yeah, he definitely forgot the session, but you doubt he would ever admit to it.

Gojo straightens immediately and combs through his hair with his fingers, "I'm gonna shower first then I'll meet you in my room. You can revise while I'm gone."

"You didn't forget about her now, right Satoru?" teases Geto, clearly entertained by the situation.

"Obviously not," the white haired scoffs, but his gaze wavers, "I'll be quick." he promises, before disappearing in the hall.

So you wait in his room. You sit in silence, taking in the view of the now familiar room, still amazed by it all to this day. You take out the book from the left drawer of his desk and flipped to the last chapter to occupy yourself until he's back.

That quick shower turned into a thirty-minute shower. The door bursts open and you sit up, ready to confront your tutor for delaying your relax time back at your dorm.

"I thought you drowned in there! What took you so—" you can't finish the question, words get stuck in your troath from shock.

There's Satoru Gojo in nothing but a towel slung low around his hips, toned torso on full display in front of you. His abs tighten with a relieved exhale, making his towel slide dangerously low, stopping slightly below his V-line. His arm muscles tense as he searches for clothes in the upper shelf of his closet, now his wide back faces you, all those lean muscles flexed with each stretch while stray water droplets fell from his still wet hair to his back, sliding down his spine. You would never admit to it, but the sight almost made you drool.

You didn't know he worked out.

"Forgot to take clothes with me." he turns back with a shirt and sweatpants in his grasp, eyes slowly taking in the view of your still expression and slightly flushed cheeks, "You like what you see?" Gojo cocks up one eyebrow, the corner of his lips slowly curling upwards.

"In your dreams."

"Too distracting? Stare all you want." he walks a little closer to you, staring you down, still smirking with squinting eyes (because he wasn't wearing his glasses currently) as you got redder and redder each passing second.

You tried to look at anything else — your book, the ceiling, his nerdy collection — but your attention drifted right back at him the moment you lost focus.

That towel was holding on for dear life.

"There," he spoke the moment he caught your eyes lingering on him just for a moment.

"I'm not staring." you scoffed, looking to the side before looking him in the eye.

"Right, my bad then. Must've been my imagination."

"Obviously."

"Right, right. Totally."

You opened your mouth to fight back, but at that moment Gojo gently reached for your wrist.

"Relax," he started before you could pull away from his grasp, "I won't do anything you don't like," his voice was raspy, your pulse skyrocketed at the tone.

He softly guided your hand upward, placing your palm right against the heat of his stomach. Gojo let out a low exhale, muscles tightening under your fingertips. His lashes lowered, exploring your reaction with his lidded blue eyes.

You don't know what kind of power took over you, but your hand slid lower on its own, your fingers dipped in the grooves of his muscles. It was soft but also hard, you couldn't help but poke him. Gojo was caught off guard, his hold on your wrist had long loosened, too shocked to do anything about it. The muscles once again flexed under your fingers just as Gojo's breath hitched. You ignored him and kept going lower—

Was he flustered? You didn't consciously choose to keep going, your brain still wasn't caught up with your hand.

Wait.

WAIT.

Your hand was going too low—

Gojo's eyes widened, "H-hey—"

"What do you think you're doing?" you flinched back mortified, "M-Me? What are you doing?" he took a step back, his body halfway turned from you as to put some distance between you, "You put my hand there!" you defended immediately, the words coming out a little slurred.

"I didn't tell you to go south the border!"

You scoffed, trying to come up with an excuse, "I wasn't thinking!"

"Clearly!"

"Can we stop talking about this now?" you rubbed your forehead, "Go put some clothes on."

"...Yeah, okay." you take a peek at him from between your fingers, "Look..." he resumes after a bit of silence, "it's not that big of a deal, I know I'm hot."

"You're not helping."

"Rule one of overcoming embarassment," he puts a finger up, "Act like you meant to do it."

"Gojo, I'm not gonna pretend I meant to grope your—"

"Abs. Let's just stick to abs." you groan at that, holding your head in frustration.

"Just be calm. Calm like me," his towel slips down again, your eyes flutter down for a moment before you fix your attention back to his face. His face shot down then hurriedly pulled his towel back up.

"...Just go change, please," you shake your head, trying to erease your memory of the past couple minutes.

The rest of the session went well, and suprisingly he didn't bring it up again, which is out of character for him. You thought he would turn back before leaving to change and hit you with a teasing comment, but he surprisingly saved you the further humiliation. He came back and never spoke of whatever happened again. You can only hope he won't stop tutoring you, because from now you just have to wait a couple more weeks and this will forever be over. You will never have to see his stupid face again. You never have to hear his stupid voice as he lectured you because you haven't played mario kart, or seen a movie he thinks is mandatory to watch. Your days will go back to normal, quiet and... boring.

"I think I should get going. We can go through it again tomorrow," you stand up to pack your things.

"Since when did the 'three times a week' turn into everyday? You're my only client at this point." he teasingly smiles with a pen hanging from his mouth.

"Since I'm risking my job to sneak you and your nerdy friends into the theater."

As the silence set in, Gojo suddenly paused and pushed himself to the window. Thick, dark clouds covered the sky, rain now hammering against the window.

"Shit," you sigh and your hands stop the packing, "Do you have an umbrella I could borrow?" you smiled weakly.

"Umbrella? You're gonna be swept off the street."

As much as you wanted to get away from him today, he was right. If you leave now, your clothes are going to be drenched during that 20 minute walk and then you'd end up sick, missing work... not an option.

"Just stay until the storm calms," Gojo says, patting a finger on his thigh, "We can't have you sick when tests are coming up," he teases, his bottom lip jutting out in fake sympathy.

You roll your eyes and drop yourself on his bed. He followes without hesitation, crashing on the mattress beside you with a dramatic exhale.

"Teaching you tires me out. Having to explain something over and over—"

"Try being in my place, having to listen to you for hours. Now that's tiring." you smile and close your eyes to listen to the rain outside in the silence.

"And you couldn't find anyone better than me even if you tried. You're lucky I'm a genius. Any other guy would have let you fail."

He repositions, purposely putting his leg over yours, so you playfully kick him off until only his foot brushes yours. He doesn't move away.

"Hey," Gojo says suddenly, "If you were a superhero, what would your power be?"

You hum, thinking, “Mind reading probably. It would be nice to know what everyone's thinking.”

"You wanna know what goes on inside my brain?" he pokes your thighs with his pinky.

"Let me guess," you start, "League of Legends, what Marvel movie you want to rewatch next, but in the end you'll still decide on Endgame, because in your words 'It's the greatest piece of fiction to ever grace this Earth. Oh, and today's dinner."

"Choose a different power, you can already read minds."

"It's a pattern. You're just easy to figure out."

He laughs, bright and unbothered, “My turn. I’d want x-ray vision so I could—”

“Finish that sentence and I’m walking home in the storm.”

You chat for a while then you remember something.

"Oh, Suguru said you've been studying really hard lately."

"I always study hard, that's where i get my genius from." he shrugs his shoulders.

"Hmm, he also said you're going to a show." you turns to him, his eyes still on the ceiling, "Oh yeah— Physics Bowl."

"And when is it?"

"In two weeks," he starts, "We made it to the last rounds so we'll have to travel for the matches."

"This is so stupid." you laugh.

"How is the country's smartests competing for glory stupid?" he raises an eyebrow at your take, "Grown men competing on a quiz show. You'll figure the reason."

"It's a prestigious academic competition. Last time we won first place, Suguru said the ladies loved it."

"Does Suguru go on a lot of dates?" Gojo opened his mouth to reply but you already knew the answer, "Don't answer that."

"So, final rounds? Won't it be hard?"

"Maybe it'll cause me little problem."

"A little? What happens if you lose?"

"Nah, I'll win." he smiled proudly, "Anyways, we'll stay in dorms and have matches every other day or so."

"Multiple?" he nodded lightly, "Wait, how long is this competition?"

"Two and a half weeks long."

"Two and a half weeks?!"

"Yeah I just said that."

A sudden uneasiness took over you. You've been seeing him almost everyday for a while now, no wonder you feel weird, but your chest feels a little too tight.

"You should come visit," you abruptly looked at him, "We can catch up on your studies and you'll experience my victory first hand."

"I'm not that desperate," he raised an eyebrow at that which made you let out an airy chuckle, "Also I can't. I have school and work."

"You won't survive 2 weeks without me."

"Don't flatter yourself."

"Aren't you gonna miss me?"

"No," you said too fast.

He turned his head to you and spoke in a low voice, the word smoothly rolling off his tongue, "Liar."

He leaned up until he rested on his elbow, gaze dropping down to your face.

"You can facetime me anytime you get stuck. Or you can just open Youtube and watch me live if you ever miss me too much."

You swallowed hard, his face felt closer to yours now than before. Your gaze danced between his features; his perfect white lashes, glowing blue eyes that tried to read you, his plump pink lips that shined from his tongue licking over it. He swallowed hard too, adam's apple bobbing with the act. His breathing felt quicker, you could feel the soft brush of it on your skin. You pushed yourself up slightly, his lips were positioned right above yours. You could lean forward and they would touch. His lashes fluttered and his face tilted slightly to the side. You reached out to him—

"You're camping, STOP CAMPING! Fucking cheater."

You sat up immediately at the sound of Suguru's voice, and Gojo squeezed his eyes shut, sighed heavily, then slowly followed after you.

He cleared his troath, "Wait, they're playing. Without me...?"

You touched your flushed cheeks trying to calm yourself. What was that?

He inhaled sharply and turned to you, "Wanna beat their ass with me?"

Surprisingly you agreed. You spent the forced hang out playing with Gojo and his friends. Turns out you're pretty good.

"Since when did we agree you'd play against me instead of with me?" said Gojo after losing for the nth time in a row, "And this is her first time playing," spoke Nanami with a smirk on his face, "I'm just holding back, because she's a girl." Gojo whined as he threw the controller aside.

"Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that." you said as you stood up ready to get your bag, "I'll get going now. The storm has long calmed down."

Gojo stood up to see you out, following behind you after you said bye to his roommates.

"Goodbye Satoru." he then tripped over the corner of a rug, "You okay?" you blink at him.

"See you!" he avoided the question and quickly closed the door behind you.

You made a habit out of staying at his place post study session. He always found an excuse to keep you around, but you never really wanted to leave anyway.

Two weeks.

That's all you have left until Satoru Gojo leaves to compete for glory. You're not sure if it's out of desperation — given the amount of days left to spend time with him, but it's not only him who comes up with excuses anymore just to hangout a little longer. It's you too. You need to treasure the little time you have left with him, until the finals start and you won't even have time to breathe. You're not sure why you feel so uneasy, nervous about Satoru leaving, but he has been a huge help to you, and seeing him everyday was a part of your routine. The idea of breaking your routine just makes you nervous.

The time left passed quickly. Every lesson was quick paced and dense to make sure he taught you everything before finals, because by the time he comes back it is already time to write the tests. Satoru himself had to study for his little show and college, but considering all this he still made time for you.

The one thing that changed is him. Sometimes you caught him blushing when he messed up a sentence. Satoru was so visibly tense here and there, his body language took a 180 turn. From man spreading in his gaming chair, twirling his pen between his fingers to nervously bouncing his knees when he was thinking, his eyelashes fluttered as he gazed around his room while you waited for an answer. This was all new to you, but maybe you just finally got to know him. It was kinda cute.

You may be wrong, but you felt like he wanted to show off in front of you. You always rolled your eyes when he boasted about himself and he'd just ignore you, but lately he searches your reaction, then his lips curl downwards slightly if you ignore him. But he doesn't always manage to impress you and then fumbles completely.

Just a name a few of these obnoxious situations...

While you silently were solving an equasion, Satoru played with a pen like usual, flipping it around his slender fingers. He tried balancing the pen on the tip of his index finger, and it worked.

"Look!" he eagerly exclaimed, smiling proudly.

You gave him one confused look then went back to writing. Satoru tried again, only for the pen to roll off his finger and patchetically flop onto the floor.

You stared down at the pen, he stared down at the pen.

He cleared his throat as his face slowly turned pink, "So... are you done?"

You bit your cheek to keep yourself from smiling.

two.

Satoru cannot stay still. He paces around his room sometimes, dusts his figures off since he's already there, or gazes out the window with his hands behind his back like an actual teacher, as he waits for you. This time he wanted to see how you were managing with the problem. He looked over your shoulder, then moved to sit on the corner of the table with his hand crossed to look cool. He leaned back, except he missed.

Satoru stumbled back against the wall, the loud thump snapping you out of your focus.

He straightened his back, pretending like nothing happened, his eyes fluttering between the desk and you, and leaned back against the wall like that's what he wanted from the get go.

This time you couldn't hold back a chuckle.

three.

His hands were eagerly explaining the current topic, waving them in your face like it would help you understand better. He leaned back to stretch, his shirt slipping up and exposing his lower abdomen. You of course took a quick peek and Satoru noticed. He let out a sigh of relief and ruffled his hair, then went back to explaining, but not before making sure you watched his every move.

However, his hair was sitting on his head like a bird's nest, white trands sticking upwards beginning to knot. You couldn't focus on what he was saying so you let him know the condition of his hair.

He tried fixing it, but just made it worse, "Let me," you reached out to him and he froze in place.

You combed his hair out with your fingers, brushing it down like how it was before.

"There, much better." he smiled widely before continuing.

You found yourself giggling in your room at these memories. You're spread out on the bed, bunch of notes in front of you, because supposedly you're studying, revising after a session with Satoru. Instead your brain is replaying him in your head.

You think about him when he's enthusiastic about a topic, clearly enjoying every second of talking. When he's correcting an exercise you just finished, sleeves pushed up as his forehead rests on his hand. You remember not that long ago when he got really nervous around you and knocked over a bunch of stuff on his desk. The way he grimaces when he's thinking, tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek.

Last week he suggested you watch a movie with him as a quick mental break for both of you as you were clearly struggling to focus. He took some snacks out from the drawer next to his bed, a couple chips and sweets and he grabbed the bag of chips first. It was painful to watch him stuff his face, crumbs falling all over his bed and shirt.

You remember he licked the salt of his finger without thinking.

"Oh my god," you squeezed your eyes shut as you muttered to yourself.

This is so stupid. He is stupid. He's brilliant and annoying and messy at the same time, and maybe that's what keeps you on your toes. The way he gets so focused on things he forgets how he looks. The way he doesn't try and still looks effortlessly hot.

Your brain can't help but wander further. You're asking yourself the real questions.

Would his dick be as tall as he is? Does he shave down there?

You recall when you saw him in only a towel, the outline of his dick too obvious under the fabric. When it almost slipped off him you could see a fair happy trail under his belly button. Overall he's pretty hairless, if he keeps the happy trail he must know girls like it.

Wait, does he hook up with a lot of girls?

At first, you doubted he had any experience by a quick look, but after your first interaction with him, he seemed very confident in himself. But when would he have time for that? You see him everyday, he has school too, he works out and also studies.

Wait, there's no way a girl would sleep with him after seeing his room.

Besides you. You're the exception.

But now he's leaving.

In 2 days.

Satoru asked for one little favour a day before he's leaving and that is to train him and his friends for the conpetition. You collected a bunch of questions in the topics he texted you and made little cards with the correct answer on the back. It took you a long time to individually cut the paper and write the questions and answers, but it's the bare minimum after he tutored you for so long.

Satoru let you in once you knocked on the door. You had to bypass the fortress in front of the door, all of their packed suitcases waiting in one pile.

"You're bringing all this? It looks heavy." you ask them after almost tripping over a bag.

"We're prepared." said Satoru with a grin on his face, like it didn't bother him that he can't see you for the next two weeks.

"Let's just get this over with." you sigh as you finally glance at the guys, they all sat in a custom shirt, a made up nerdy team name displayed in huge font in the front.

Satoru walked to sit next to Nanami on the couch, squeezing him between himself and Suguru as they both spread their legs as wide as possible. You peeped the back of his shirt where his name was also printed on the the shirt.

"What is that name? Infinity and beyond? How is that connected to physics?" you raise and eyebrow, amazed by the pink design.

"Easy," started Satoru, "Well obviously It's a reference to Buzz lightyear," he clicked with his tongue, "You don't say?" you reply, sarcastically.

"But also infinity is a very important concept in math and physics — limits, the limitless, space, all that. You get it now?" Kento sighs at Gojo's explaination, gesturing to the chair they prepared for you in front of the couch.

You sat down, cleared your throat ready to host them a little practice match to warm them up for the 2 long weeks ahead of them.

"Pink suits you," you looked up, knees facing towards Satoru, "Matches your hair."

They sat quietly before Satoru realised you're talking to him, "Err, thanks."

Finally, you started leading the practice match, "Shout your name if you know the answer." they nod, and lean forward ready to answer the questions.

You sorted the cards going from easy to hard, so the beginning went by fast. As the questions got harder they took longer to answer. You let out a chuckle at their focused expressions, it was serious for them.

"Suguru! Uh, Less dense air means less energy loss to air resistence?"

"Correct!"

Suguru celebrates at his correct answer, Kento sits still, but Satoru scoffs, "I knew that too."

You roll your eyes, but they linger on the white haired man for a little.

"Your glasses are slipping," you blurt out before you have the chance to stop yourself.

Satoru blinks, "They are?" he asks as he pushes them back up.

It's totally not suspicious you noticed his glasses are not in the same position its always in.

Kento glanced between you two, then looked away like he realised something, but decided it's none of his business.

"Good eye." he says and you hum in reply.

"...Next question!" you announce then follow up by another difficult question.

You noticed whenever Satoru didn't know the answer or didn't shout first he sulked. At first it was cute, but he was starting to be too loud for your liking. For anyone's liking.

"Come on, you know I was first!" he threw his hands up in the air then melted back into the couch with a pout on his lips.

"No, it was Kento. You kept looking at him waiting for him to answer." you pinched the bridge of your nose.

Next time, before you could finish the question Satoru tapped Suguru's right shoulder to distract him, "Satoru, if you don't let the others answer you will be disqualified! You're one team." he opened his mouth to complain so you shot him a look that made him quiet.

"You shut him up... how?" Suguru's eyes widened, his voice filled with amusement.

You smiled to yourself, your chest now feeling tighter.

He knows who's daddy.

"Next question!" they all lean forward, lower arms resting on their knee as they wait for the question.

This time Satoru seems more relaxed. His eyes are resting on your face, the way you're biting your lips. Then they drift lower, watching you pull a knee up the chair. You read the question and are met with two thinking faces. Satoru inhales sharply, but instead of words he lets out a sigh.

Nanami answers first, "Correct!" you nod.

Suguru leans back as his hands form a fist and Satoru is just looking at you, his lips curling upwards.

"See? I was being good."

"I didn't say anything." you say, but you copy his expression.

You reposition in the chair, the air now feeling a bit chilly. You knew you should've brought a sweater with yourself.

Satoru's eyes snap up to your shivering form, "You cold?" he asks, already halfway standing.

"I'm fine," you reply immediately then hesitate, "...okay, maybe a little, yeah."

He turns to the hallway, "It's probably in my room."

You lift an eyebrow, "Your hoodie, I mean." he adds after seeing your confusion.

Kento was on his phone after seeing Gojo eagerly stand up after seeing you uncomfortable, thinking it's time for a break anyway. He now looks up from the screen.

"Her hoodie?" he asks before he could stop himself, mentally punishing himself now for questioning him.

Satoru stills, "Yeah," he says, trying to sound casual, "From last time."

Heat crawls up to your cheeks after seeing his unconvienced friends' faces. You hurry to defend him.

"I forgot it."

"It's happened more than once," Satoru chuckled a little, then paused after seeing your expression.

"He's exaggerating." you laugh, trying to play it off.

"I'm not," he says, quieter now, "You forget stuff a lot..." he wanders off at the end with his hands stuffed in his pocket, looking everywhere but at you or his friends.

You give a quick smile to his friends then disappear down the hall.

Nanami lets out a sigh he had been holding for a while and Suguru grins.

"How much of her stuff is in your room?" Suguru is the first one to start.

"...Some."

"Define some."

"A hoodie, a charger she keeps here just in case, a hair tie, couple notebooks..." he rubs the back of his neck.

"Those are daily use items." says nanami.

"She studies here!"

"Yeah, everyday." Suguru scoffed which turned into a chuckle and after Nanami joined, it turned into a whole laughter.

They were both making fun of Satoru right in front of him. He crossed his arms and flopped back down on the couch, eyebrows furrowed and mind overthinking. They cannot be right, this is totally normal, he thinks. You like being here, because it solves your one worry; physics. Not because you like him or something.

Satoru is still trying to convince himself when you walk back in. He's ready to get over his thoughts, and seeing you does just that.

"Sorry, I took yours instead. It looked more comfortable."

And not because this smelled more like you.

Satoru's speechless. Nanami nudges Suguru with his elbow.

"...what?" you freeze after seeing Satoru's face.

"J-just don't forget to give it back."

He's acting weird, but you don't concern yourself with him anymore, you're used to it. However, Satoru is struggling in his head... and pants.

Not now Toru junior!

Gojo feels two things rising. Heat up his cheeks and his dick. He can't hide both, he uses the sacred tactic; a pillow over his lap. He reached back and pulled the cushion away, then melted into the couch with a red face.

He's fucked.

You of course noticed. He hoped hiding himself wasn't too obvious, but you knew. Nanami and Geto were side eyeing him, they both knew what his struggle was. You look at Satoru with a soft smile, you love that he's flustered because of you. He's hard because of you. Maybe, he likes you too?

Your eyes flick up to him once again, then you place your focus back on the cards. You shuffle the little amount of remaining cards and pause at a long question. You remember rewriting it multiple times just to make sure it was clear.

"Last and hardest question."

They all groan, then you read it. Silence settles between all three of them. Suguru gives up and relaxes on the couch, already chuckling at his friends' expressions. Kento frowns then tries, but his answer was incorrect. Satoru is looking at the ceiling, his lips mouthing something. He looks at you and answers quietly and unceartainly.

You pause, your lips stretch into a straight line. It's not perfect, but it's close.

"...I'll give you half a point."

"Only half?"

"You missed a part," you say then show him the thorough answer.

He sighs, seemingly not satisfied, but he accept it.

"I think you're ready. Not quiet perfect, but not hopeless," you stand, ready to gather your stuff.

Gojo moves to stand, pillow still in his lap. You grab everything, say your goodbyes to his friends, but he hurries to walk you out. He closes the door behind him, then stares at you. Your gaze is fixated on the floor.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"I don't know just... I guess I'll miss this." you gesture between you with your index finger.

He scoffs softly, "It's only two weeks. You'll survive. And you'll pass, because of me."

"It's two and a half weeks, but yes, I know," you softly roll your eyes, struggling to make a point, "I'm getting tutored by the biggest nerd, there's no other outcome."

You hesitate before him, like you want to say more, but you keep it simple.

"Text me when you arrive."

"You'll know everything that happens, I won't hold back."

"See you, Satoru."

You get on your tip toes and place a soft kiss on his cheek. He's at a lost for words, but you turn around and leave him hanging there.

He sprints a little after you, "See you!" he shouts with pink ears.

He walks back in, his friends freeze, exchange a glance then thair gaze lands on the white haired man.

"You missed your chance," Suguru shook his head in disappointment.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Gojo turns, his voice defensive.

"How many girls have crushed on you before?"

"...Some."

"How many pretty girls have crushed on you?" he raises and eyebrow, already expecting the answer.

"None, but that doesn't matter. Me and her are very different. She didn't mean it like that." he denies and denies, acting oblivious.

"She puts up with your deranged personality, she wears your clothes, constantly comes over... Satoru, think."

"He won't know." Nanami joins.

"He will. Give him some time."

"I don't know!" both his friends sigh, "We leave in 10 hours, I can't do anything about it now."

"You're a pussy."

Gojo waved them off and left to his room. He throws the pillow on his gaming chair, his eyes drift to the backrest, seeking his missing hoodie.

"Aw man, it was my favourite one!" he whined.

He should feel more annoyed you forgot to give his hoodie back but instead, he feels his chest flutter at having an excuse to see you again.

Unbearable.

That's the one word you have felt for the past two weeks. Satoru hasn't texted you nearly enough for your liking. It's always the same scenario. Good night texts after he announces their team has successfully gone through another stage (,all thanks to him of course). It was time to admit it to yourself, you miss him.

You miss him so much you're actually watching the live streaming of each round on Youtube, accompanied by further 6 viewers who were just relatives — mainly mothers — of the competitors.

Mentally, you slap yourself for being so pathetically down bad for a man.

You don't blame him for not texting much. You ignored him a couple times when you were at work or class and then forgot to text him back. But when the Sun goes down, and your mind isn't occupied by stress it's hard not to think of Satoru Gojo. Your tutor, your friend and crush.

You look to at the bright screen of your laptop set up in front of you on the bed, some tabs open of topic you should revise, but instead of doing that you get a better idea.

You reach for your phone and open Satoru's contact, dialing him without giving it much thought.

As you wait for him to pick up you're biting your nails, shifting in your seat, nervously changing positions. What are you even going to use as an excuse?

"Hey?" your breath hitches at his voice, "Everything's okay?"

"Hi, yeah. Everything's fine," your fingers slide to your collarbones, awkwardly rubbing them, "Hope I'm not bothering."

"A little yeah, but don't worry about it. What's up?"

"Haha, funny." he chuckles on the other line at your sarcastic comment, "Um, my laptop is all weird, can you fix it?"

"Probably. What seems to be the problem, genius?"

You open settings, just to click on something, "Something's wrong with the display."

"Yeah, no. I can't help with that, you gotta get a new one." you ignore him and continued.

"It seems smaller. Where can I fix this?"

He hums, clearly enjoying this, "Go to settings. Display. Scaling."

You follow along, even if he can't see what you're doing right now. You listen to his instructions, his voice which feels softer than usual.

"Did it do the job?" he asks after a couple seconds pass.

"It's fixed, thanks."

"'Course it did. Everything else is okay? Nothing else went South while I wasn't there?"

"Are you in a hurry or what?" you roll your eyes.

"No, just making sure I'm useful even from another city. I can help with stress too. I can show you where the right pressure point is on your foot, in case that's something you're interested in...?

"What? No," you dismiss his stupidity then hesitate before you continue, "...Just been thinking."

"That's not good. Thinking too much might overwhelm your brain."

"Oh fuck you."

"What have you been thinking about?" you can almost hear him smile while asking.

"Well— studying," you lean back against the headboard, "It's harder to focus without your explaination."

"So me?"

"What?"

"You've been thinking of me?" he clarifies.

"Yeah." the other line is silent, he probably didn't expect you to admit it so quick.

"...Me too. I've been thinking of you too." he inhales sharply, "It's boring here. No one's interested in what I have to say. Whenever I teach you a subject you look at me with doe eyes."

"You're very confident in yourself," you scoff, but it turns into a sweet smile, "I got used to you yapping."

"So you love it, don't you?" he chuckled.

"You would never say that to my face," you twirl your hair, "You got all flustered when I kissed you goodbye."

"...I'd forget how to talk if you were with me." he admitted and ignored the last part making you giggle.

"Well, don't forget to get your hoodie when you come home after your victory."

"Wouldn't dare," his voice dropped, "I've been freezing."

"Stop by the dorms when you arrive," you press the phone closer to your ear, "And I know you don't need it, but good luck for tomorrow."

"Your good luck wishes won't go to vain, we will win."

"If you do, I'll have a surprise waiting for you."

"Ooh, give me a hint!" he suddenly sounds so excited, just like a puppy.

"I'll be waiting!"

You ended the call and threw your phone aside. There's still a couple days left.

You decided it; you want Satoru. And what you want, you will get.

You washed your hair, used a body scrub, shaved, all that while waiting for Satoru. He texted you he'd arrive in a couple hours, just enough time for you to do some self care. He promised first thing he'd do is come to you and you just can't wait much longer.

You finished up with everything, tidied your desk, stacked your books in the corner, made your bed and sprayed some air freshener. Finals were right around the corner, you don't have much longer to study, but thanks to your phenomenal tutor neither are you nervous about it anymore. You plan on going over the topic a little, just to make sure you don't forget the details. But today you're looking forward to more than just a study session.

He texted you and as soon as you got it you rushed out your dorm, running down the stairs quicker than ever. You can't recall the last time you ran, especially not to a man.

They just stepped out of the car, all three of them, when you spotted the familiar white fluffy locks. He had a huge bag slung over his shoulder when he turned around, a smile crawling on his face when he noticed you.

"Saw my score? Told you we'd win." Satoru grined, pride barely contained.

He just gets the sentence out before you jump in his arms, fingers clutching his hoodie as you kiss him right on the lips.

His bag slipped from his shoulder hit the concrete floor with a thud. For a second he was completely frozen, then his hands moved, carefully settling around your waist to pull you in. He eased against your lips, reciprocating the kiss.

"You were so good!" you pulled back, arms wrapped around his neck, looking up at him with glowing eyes, "I was watching it on my laptop."

His smile softened, "Yeah?" that's all he manages to get out, then a second later he continues, "Hey... you wanna get out of here?"

"Uh huh! Bye guys!" you peeked over Satoru's broad shoulders to say goodbye to Geto and Nanami, "And congratulations!"

Suguru watched as you dragged Gojo away by his hand, sending him and Nanami a small wave, "Damn, I should've said hi first." Nanami just shook his head with a soft smile on his face as they started getting back into the car.

The walk up the stairs was just you asking a bunch of questions from him, still holding his hand firmly. He answers everything, little distracted by your hand, but he clutches his fingers around yours.

You opened your door and flopped down on the bed with a loud exhale. The white haired man just stood still, slowly taking in the sight of your girly room.

"What?" you ask, a smile tugging at your lips, "You haven't said a word in ten seconds and that's weird."

"Just... never been in a girls room before. It smells nice in here."

You grin then you remember something. You push yourself up, grab a scrunchie from your desk, and step into the hallway to loop it over the doorknob before closing the door again.

Gojo raised and eyebrow as he watched you flop back on the bed.

"It's for privacy," you explain innocently, "People won't bother us."

Gojo remembered Suguru once told him if there's something on his doorknob do NOT barge in. It hasn't happened yet, but he keeps it in his mind.

You patted the mattress of your bed, "Sit." he moves, a little stiff at first, then settles down beside you.

"I prepared something for us before the finals." you say as you search your nightstand and hand him a stack of flashcards.

He lifts an eyebrow, "You still need studying after all I taught you?" he clutches his chest sarcastically, finally relaxing in his seat.

"Just need a little revising," you shrug, "Might be useful for both of us."

You clap your hands, "Quiz me."

He's shuffles the cards until he spots a card he likes. You answer quick and correct.

"Next!" you instruct.

After each question Satoru's grin widen. You answer precisely, not missing a beat before speaking.

"Good to know you were paying attention." he says after another correct answer.

"Naturally," you tug a strand of hair behind your ear, "Let's up the stakes."

His ears perked up, "What do you suggest?"

"Each time I answer correctly," your eyes narrow, "You have to kiss me as a reward."

He gulps, "...And what if you miss?"

"I won't, but whatever you want." you analyse his reaction.

"For each wrong answer you have to play just as many rounds of Mario kart with me," he thinks of the punishment quickly, and fixes his glasses before he adds, "...I can't believe I'm going along with this."

Next question comes up, he purposefully choose a hard one which made you pause for a second.

"...Correct." he murmurs, his voice a little weak. You have a smug look on your face when you shift coser, the distance between you shrinking until his knee brushes yours. Up close, you notice the faint crease between his brows, the way his lashes lower to stare at your mouth.

He looks so pretty.

You place your hands on his shoulder, testing his reaction, giving him time to pull back if he wants to. That thought doesn't even cross his mind. His body stays still, like he's afraid one wrong move will break the moment.

You lean in and press a brief kiss to his lips. You pull back immediately, settling into your original spot like nothing happened, "Next question."

He clears his throat, pushes his glasses up, and keeps reading withoit comment.

"And that's not correct..." he hisses and grins at your shocked expression, "No kiss for you this time." he teases, voice confident.

You cock an eyebrow at his tone, unimpressed, but your smile betrays you.

"That's one round of Mario kart for me, I guess."

The game continues. Each correct answer draws you closer. Each kiss lasts a fraction longer. The longer he allowed you to kiss him the more you wanted.

"Okay, this is easy," he says eventually after stopping at a card, "But we gotta practice these ones too."

Again, you answer without hesitation and he's already leaning foward, his lips parted like he forgot he's supposed to wait.

"This time answer me something," he raises an eyebrow, but waits for you to continue, "What was one thing you missed the most while you were away?"

"That's not your reward." he says, voice laced with hesitation.

"I changed my mind." you shrug.

"Did you now?" you look at him waiting for him to finally answer, then he bites his lips, "You," he says, serious, "I missed having you around." you widen your eyes at his blunt confession.

Your breath stutters as you exhale.

"Next question," he moves on then pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with slight shaky hands.

"If you continue to do that I won't be able to keep my hands off you." he freezes on the spot, looking at you as if he's trying to figure out if you're bluffing.

"Really?" he asks in disbelief, voice coming out higher than usual, almost hopeful.

"Just kidding." you burst out laughing at his still form and he rolls his eyes before asking away.

You get it correct, then another, then another until a familiar question comes up.

"What does velocity equal to?" he smiles even before finishing the question, getting reminded of your first session together.

"Velocity equals displacement divided by time," you say, "That answer deserves two points."

"An easy one like that?"

"If you haven't noticed I make the rules of this game."

You reach up, fingers sliding to the back of his neck and pull him in.

"One." you murmur when you pull away, only to lean in again.

This kiss lasts longer. His finger brushes your thigh, then drifts upward toward your waist. You break away just before it could settle there.

"Two."

Silences stretches between you. His hand is pressing into the mattress, eyes heavy lidded and fixed on your mouth. They shine from his spit and you lick your lips without thinking. You wipe off the excess before gesturing him to read the next one.

He winces before reading, "This is a hard one. I'd say this counts as three points." you narrow your eyes at him before he asks the easiest question ever.

You chuckle before saying the answer and he shrugs with a grin on his face, already pulling you in by your waist. He kisses you once, twice, three times before you're pulling away. Suddenly his grips tightens around you, his lips on your again before you could resist.

"That's four, Satoru." he doesn't concern himself with your reasoning, kissing you again like his life depends on it.

He speaks against you, words a little muffled, "I think you're ready."

His face tilts back when you climb onto his lap, hands framing his face to keep him still as you kiss him properly this time. His lips are so soft and so addicting, you can't physically pull yourself away from his warmth.

His mouth moves with confidence that makes your thoughts scatter. Every kiss feels deliberate and practiced, soft one second, then suddenly firm and rough. When his lips press harder, your teeth knock together, the small clack sending a jolt through you both.

Before you can invite him, his tongue slips against yours. You instinctively meet him halfway, burshing against each other. His lips are slippery, they move with yours in a perfect rhythm.

You pull back just enough to breath. What has it been like, five minutes? Ten? You don't even know anymore.

Satoru's breathing mirrors yours. He's looking up at you like he's trying to take you all in at once, eyes dragging over your low cut top with no attemp to hide it, until you lift his chin up to kiss him again. Again. Then again.

He's everywhere. His chest is pressed flush to yours, his hands move with purpose to map your body. They slide along your back, tracing your waist, then dip to your hips. Your breath hitches when he grips your ass.

Your thighs tremble from holding yourself up, but the overwhelming warmth draws you to him. You finally let yourself sink down, putting your weight on him, and the quiet sound he makes in response send electricity through you.

He grips your ass to pull you even closer and that's when you feel it. He's getting hard.

God, you want to fuck him so bad.

You involuntarily grind down on him hoping he'd notice you're already dripping just from a little making out. He whines into your mouth which just makes the situation in your panties worse. You take one of hands from your ass and bring it to your front, allowing him to feel your tits up. And he does immediately.

You pull away and brace yourself on his shoulders to grind down harder. His dick is already rock hard. When you look down between you his bulge is visible, but you can't see it fully.

"How big are you, Satoru?"

He snaps out of his daze, his eyes leaving your chest, "My uh... my dick? I'm not that big." You smile softly at him then your mouth opens to pant, "We'll make it work."

He's nervous a little so he let's you guide him.

Satoru Gojo is the smartest, but he's not smart enough to not get caught staring at your tits, "Hold them." he gulps, embarassed that you noticed, but he lifts a hand to squeeze them like before.

You move your hand between your bodies, still riding his clothed cock, but you stop to pull his pants down. You bite your lips before you pull him out of his underwear.

Well... he was lying.

The tip of his dick is leaking precum, it's thick and long, and it's a pretty, pale color. He's the expectation of what a perfect dick would look like. You take him into your hand and he loudly exhales.

"Oh fuck."

You stroke him while looking at his expressions. His eyes are fixated between you, on your hands and biting his lips, his chest heaving up and down with flushed cheeks. You let go of his rock hard dick and straddle him once again, rubbing your clothed pussy on his bare cock.

His eyes drift up to your face, guiding your movements on top of him. His tip is hitting your clit with each slide, you can't hold back your noises anymore.

"You're so beautiful," his eyes roll to the back of his head, before he relaxes into you, "Fuck, It's so good."

You rub against him quicker, his hands helping you. The little whines he let's out motivates you further, picking up the pace to his liking.

"Wait, I'm close." he warns, however his hands don't stop dragging you down.

"I don't care." you flip your hair to the side, grinding your tits one his face.He opens his mouth and lick up your cleavage, desparate and hungry. He's moaning louder, breathing harder and he's so close he feels his dick pulsating against your wet panties.

"There, ah— it's so good." you praise Satoru, his tongue vibrating against your skin as pretty, whiny noises leave his mouth.

Your legs start to cramp, you're sweaty and tired. Just need a little more, go on for a little longer. He frowns, panting against your skin, his glasses are crocked they're fogging up. When you feel his grip tighten around you, you stop and drag him in.

Satoru's legs shake under you from the edge, he almost spilled all over you, but you can't let that happen just yet from a little dry humping.

"I want you in my mouth," you push at his chest to lay back and you scoot back to settel between his legs, "Try not to cum too quick, okay?" you tease, but he's stunned you want to give him a blowjob.

"I can't promise anything." he holds back a gasp as you rip his sweats and underwear off him with one quick tug. His cock jumps in excitement when you do as much as breath near it.

"Have you ever gotten your dick sucked?" you take your lips between your teeth as you eye his lenght. Heavy, and leaking. You try not to show your doubt about your capabality to take all of, what was it... nine inches? down your throat.

"Once. Not a fond memory of mine." he looks up at the ceiling and squeezes his eyes closed, trying to calm his twitching dick. You lick on the tip once and his thighs flex.

"Holy shit— do it again." you comply, holding him against your lips as you rub them around it with your tongue out. His hips buck up, your tongue slides lower, coating it more spit.

"I'll try my best to be a better second second experience." you wrap your lips around his head and slowly sink lower and lower.

It took you three tries to swallow him without gagging. Each time you tried, you managed to sink down further, but as soon as you felt his tip hit the back of throat you had to pull of him.

You pull of him to catch your breath. He glances up at you, and you're one of a sight. There's spit drooling down your chin, your mascara is rolling down your face joined by your tears. Your makeup took way too long for you to not care about it's state anymore, but as reward you got to listen to his noises of bliss and watch him squirm on your bed.

"Take the cards and read them to me," he's utterly confused, but he listens to you anyway, "Know you said I'm ready. But more practice can never hurt. If I get one wrong, that's how many time I'll stop."

"Why am I getting punished?" his lips curl downwards as he fixes his glasses to read the cards.

"Because if I get it wrong, that's on you. It reflects your teaching skills."

"You're unfair."

No one can blame you for getting a couple wrong on purpose. His reaction is just too entertaining from each edge.

"That's— incorrenct." he doesn't even finish reading before you pause. His muscles flex as he tries holding himself back from cumming.

"Don't stop. I can't last any longer."

You watch him in pity as he humps the air. You're clenching your thighs together watching him, you're sure by now your panties are ruined.

Next he reads an easy question, and you think about teasing him further, but you want to taste him already. No reply comes from you, you keep sucking him into your mouth and his eyes are fixated on his cock disappearing in your mouth. The cards fly free from his hands, scattering all over the bed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuhhhh—" he spurts his load on your tongue, with each bob of your head it escapes your lips mixing with your saliva.

He bucks up into your mouth to ride out his orgasm, however you were not ready for the sudden hit against the back of your mouth and pull off him immediately. You slurps back the drool and wipe it off as you watch his cum pool around his base.

"Best blowjob I've ever had." he's breathless, and fucked out.

"You came already?" you tease, wiggling your eyebrows.

He's ready to protest, but he shrugs instead, "This was a learning experience. What about round two?" he sits up to drag you onto his lap, but you push him back on the bed with a palm to his cheat.

You trail up kisses from his balls, lick over his happy trail and rock hard abs until you reach his mouth and kiss him with your slick lips. Your tongues collide at contact, his tastebuds picking up the taste of himself.

"Have you ever eaten pussy before?" you ask and he gulps, looking around the room before answering.

"No...?"

"Let me teach you." you pull your shirt over your head, tits spilling out of your bra, and he can't stare at anything else.

Painfully slow you unclip your bra and right then he sits up and latches a mouth at your tits. He's licking around your nipples, biting down on it here and there. Then he focuses on the other; repeating his technique before you can push him back and lay beside him. Reaching over to his face, you take his glasses off and wear it on your face like a trophy.

He squints immediately and smirks at you, "You look like a nerd."

With one swift move you pull off your pants, leaving your panties on just so he can see the mess he caused. He sits up to position himseld between your spread legs, and he just looks and admires.

"Touch me." you don't have to tell him twice, his finger is already brushing against your clothed pussy, trailing along the hem before it slips under it. A moan slips out before you can realise, his cold finger sending a shiver down your spine.

"Can I eat your pussy?" he asks as he snaps the band of your underwear and you nod in approval, "You're so wet." he states, mouth watering at the sight.

"Start slowly." Satoru is already laying before you, mouth dangerously close to your bare pussy.

His tongue experimentally licks up your slit, you hiss, but you stay unmoved, keeping eyecontact with him. He listens well, he's slow and deliberate with his moves. He's hesitant to hold onto your legs, but when they twitch he does anyway in fear of them clamping around his head. Although being trapped against your pussy doesn't sound too bad. Tongue is flattened against you as he drags it up from bottom to top.

"Focus on my cl— ahh." his lips close around your clit and he sucks hard. You should've known he's familiar with human anatomy. Your hand clamps on his head to pull him against you, your legs threatening to close around his head.

"Mhhmmm." Satoru softly pats your thighs to soothe you and burries his head deeper.

"Right there, keep doing it, Satoru." you lift up your stolen glasses to see him better, hid tongue lapping around the bud. Why is he so skilled?

"Have you been eating healthy?" you blink at him, "You taste so good. I read it somewhere that your diet could reflect on—" you take a fistful of his hair and drag him back to position. Can't believe he paused to tell you something stupid.

"Please shut up and keep going." you whine out, not containing your noises anymore. He matches you, humming against you as he twirls his tongue on you, lapping at your hole then sliding it inside, tongue fucking you with his nose pressed to your clit.

"So good, you're so good."

Fuck, he doesn't need a teacher.

It feels like he has done this before. Wait... has he? You wouldn't call him experienced, he's eating it so good he deserves the title eater.

"S-stop, Satoru get up," he stills, his hand loosening its grip on your thighs. Big blue eyes search your face for any signs of discomfort, hoping it might give him a clue of what he did wrong.

"You lied to me." you shut your legs, looking at him with your eyes narrowed. Honesty is very important to you, even if he had eaten a girl out before you wouldn't mind that too much. But he ate a girl out and lied to your face that he didn't, that is unacceptable. If that is the case, his present you have prepared for him will go to waste, bacause you can't let him get away with that.

"What? No I didn't," he sits back on his ankles, shoulders hanging low, "I would never lie to you."

"Again. That's two, Satoru. Who knows how many lies of yours I have believed so far."

"Please tell me what I did wrong," he hovers over you. You swear you noticed his eyes go glassy for a second.

"You lied to me about never eating a girl out before." you push at his chest when he tries to lean down.

"What?" his lips curl up, "Am I that good?" he said, confidence dripping from his voice. It's hard to get used to him constantly switching between shy and cocky, but honestly with the position he got you in, you kinda like it.

"Is this actually your first time...?" you waver, unsure about your previous claim.

"I pinky promise," he kisses you on your lips, wandering down to your jawline then neck, coating your skin in wet kisses, "Can I make you cum now?" he sits up again, pulls his shirt over his head, and as soon as you nod your head he dives back in to finish what he started.

This time around he makes sure you won't escape, his hands clamp around your legs, pulling you onto his face. He's loud and nasty, lewd noises clash with your moans, but whatever he's doing down there it's working. Sheets are wrinkled from you squirming and gripping onto them, Satoru's hair is a mess after you pulled on it so many times. Except you couldn't help it when he made such a sweet sound when you tugged on his white strands. The glasses are halfway off your nose, but you're so close.

"Keep doing what you're doing, o-okay? Don't switch it up when I'm close." he humms in reply.

One large hand plays with your nipple and that is when you feel the band in your stomach tighten and snap, your orgasm coming crashing down.

"T-toru fuck," he helps your ride out your orgasm, yet he doesn't stop there, "Slow down—"

"Mhh, sorry I— I can't," voice is muffled by your pussy lips, "...You taste too good." his hands hold your waist down to keep you from shaking uncontrollably. Even so it's to no use. All you do is whine, managing just in time to hold back a scream. His tongue flicks over the sensitive bud over and over, until you finally wiggle yourself out of his grasp and kick him away by his chest.

He sits, looking at the mess he made, pussy drooling with his saliva, his chin is glistening from your juices, and he can still smell you just like when his nose was burried inside you. Not noticing your feet trailing down his hard abdomen he admires his art while you heave, then looks down when you press your sole against his hard cock. Even he's surprised he managed to pop another boner again so quick.

"You really are a genius."

"Told you so." he licks his lips and reaches over you to take back his glasses.

"How do you know all this? My teaching felt useless." you pout.

"I uhh... I looked it up on the internet." he murmured under his breath.

"You looked it up?" you blink at him, then you break out in a giggle, "You wanted to eat me out?" you tease.

"I was hoping when you said you missed me, you meant a little something else too." his eyes flicked down to his dick with a shit eating grin on his face.

"But you went overboard," you blurt out, pressing down your heel harder. He hisses. "Without permission."

Lips open to protest, maybe to apologise, yet the pressure on his dick is so hard he just whimpers.

"Mhh, I'm sorry. Just wanted to make you feel good." his hips buck forward, rubbing himself against your foot. Of course he, of all people, would be into it when you meant to hurt him a little.

You climb on top of him, his mouth already reaching for your boobs to latch a mouth on your nipple, but you squeeze his cheeks to lift his face up. His dick is stading against his abs, twitching when he feels your pussy hover over his tip. His hands replace his mouth, twirling your nipples between his fingers, almost like the pen he always plays with during sessions.

You guide his lenght between your pussy lips and slide up and down on it, his tip hitting your clit in just the right spot. Strong hands tighten around you, dragging you forward then pushing you back in a quick motion so he can feel something on his aching hard cock.

"I wanted to kiss you so bad that one time," you take a breather before adding, "When I had to stay longer, because of the storm. I wish Suguru and Kento wouldn't have interrupted us."

"Really?" he bit into his lips to hold back a moan, "I was too nervous to make a move. I wish I had done it a minute earlier, then we wouldn't have been interrupted." he's looking into your eyes like you're everything he has ever wanted. Wet lashes are clumped together, and he's admiring you from below, his body moving against yours in a desperate pace.

"I wish your towel would've fell off." slowing down your hips, you make rougher motions with more purpose; to tease him.

"Are you going to s-sit on it?" one hand leaves you to prop himself up on the bed, trying to act composed, but it's all crumbling apart before you.

"All you have to do is just ask for it."

"Please, just a l-little. Let me feel you."

"There's nothing little about you, even just the tip would split me in two." you whisper against his lips, your pussy sliding against his cock.

"Show me." he quickly replies, eyes darting between your sweaty bodies and where they meet.

"You could barely fit into my mouth a moment ago. I don't think it'll fit." you pout innocently, holding yourself up by his shoulders and taking a hold of his huge cock.

"Is that a real situation? It won't fi— nghh," his pupils shake before you smack yourself down on him followed by a wet, squelching sound. He'd been yearning for this since the moment he left his dorm, two and a half weeks ago. The feeling of your velvety walls tightly hugging his thick cock. His glasses fog up when he presses his cheek to your chest, watching your tits bounce in awe. Your arms hug his head and he's dying to suck a nipple, but your move don't favour that and he's stuck staring.

You're bouncing on top of him, with each move the tip of his dick is hitting your cervix. Instead of pain, the pleasure replaces it all, motivating you to bounce on it faster. Satoru can feel the power slowly draining out of you, whenever he feels your moves getting sloppy, his biceps flex as he slams you against himself. His crotch is dripping from your juices, your clit is rubbing against his hips as yours meet his, your eyes rolling back in the overwhelming pleasure.

"Toru, it's ah— so big," you're pulling your own hair, not knowing where to hold onto, "You like it? You like it if I call you that?"

"Huh, what?" his tongue sticks out, he's focusing on not nutting inside of you this exact second, "Toru? Yes, yes I love it."

"I imagined this so many times." he gushes, whimpering in between lines, "I-I think I'm in love."

You can't even react, your legs are giving out, you're panting and you can't keep your eyes open. He pulls your torso to his and he starts meeting you in the middle. You yelp when he lays back, dragging you down with himself and immediately pistoning into you from below. He loves you above him, but he can't let you do all the work. Your tits are dangling in his face and takes up on the chance to pamper them in kisses.

"Fuck, Toru, if you keep doing that I'm going to cum."

"Does it feel as good for you as it does for me?" you nod and burry your head in the crook of his neck. He's holding you down so hard your skin stings where his fingers dig into your flesh, yet you still manage to steal a passionate kiss from him.

"It feels so good, it's so deep," you wipe your lips before you drool all over him and sit up straight, "Before I forget," you support yourself on his chest, his eyes are struggling to look into yours as they keep gazing between you, "You can cum inside me. That's your gift."

His hips stutter against yours, his power drains through his movements.

"I can?" his eyes are hopeful, now focused entirely on you, "Say it again." he's pistoning into you, chasing his high now even more desperately.

"Toru, I want you to stuff me full of your cum, so much that it drips out of my pussy when you pull out. Then I want you to fuck it all back into me, and make sure it won't spill. Not a single drop."

Satoru whimpers one last time before his hips fuck into yours and freeze in place as his cum drains into you. His balls contract and his orgasms comes crashing down, his chest still, not breathing so the only thing he can feel is him emptying his balls inside you.

The tip hits that one gummy spot inside you that triggers ecstasy, your walls pulse around him when you reach your second orgasm. You move just enough so you can ride out your orgasm, Satoru shaking a little from overstimulation. You want to pull off, but he holds you down.

"Please stay a little longer." he begs, wanting to feel you warm his cock. Fingers are rubbing your skin, caresing the red marks he'd left on you. It feels soft and calming, somehow making it easier to breathe.

"You know," Satoru says after a beat of silence, "I didn't think I actually had a chance. I still kind of don't." he looks off to the side.

"Still don't?" you say arcastically, head nodding down where you're sitting on his dick.

"Still don't," he sweetly smiles, "I wanted you for so long. I just don't think I realised it soon enough. In hindsight, I was painfully obvious."

You trace slow circles over hia chest, feeling his breath change under your touch, "Now that you mention it," you say softly, "I don't think I've felt this relaxed with someone else in a long time."

His ears perk up, a shy smile appearing on his face, "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He swallows, hands tightening around your waist, "That's good. I mean—" his exhale turns into an airy laugh, "That's good to hear."

He pauses, and you reach for his hand on you, "I'm bad at this part," he confesses, "Not the flirting. I'm an expert at that," you roll your eyes, "I mean the honest, romantic part."

You lean forward and rest your forehead against his, "You're doing fine. Way better than at flirting."

He nudges your nose with his, "So I was wondering — no pressure — if you'd want to be with me. Officially." his thumb brushes your side hesitantly, like he asked the riskiest thing ever.

You blink at him, mouth opening, but nothing comes out.

"Girlfriend. I mean. If that's okay. If not we can pretend nothing happened." he rushes to talk instead of you, tripping on his words.

"Satoru," he stills, "Yes, I want that."

For a second, he just stares at you. Then he breaks into a wide grin, like he has won in life, muscles relaxing under you.

"Wow, okay. I— I'm really happy." he's bad at expressing his emotions, but you understand his excitement.

You give him a long kiss that's certain, but there's still one more questions lingering in his head, "The movie tickets are still up right? There's this new movie coming out in June—"

"There's months left until Summer. You have to do something for me in the meantime." you teasingly smile.

"Well, my expertise is computers, and since you still don't know your way around settings, i'll tutor you." you smack him in the arms

"Be careful, I might not need you anymore after that."

"Maybe. But you'd miss me."

three weeks later

Exam season ends in a blur of stress and all nighters. You pass everything, minimum B across the board. Thank to Satoru Gojo, you passed your physics exam with a B+, which he celebrates like he personally made that achievement.

"See? Even I couldn't have written that test better." he says, slinging an arm over your shoulder as you leave the college building.

"You got an A+ Toru..."

He ignores you then his head snaps to the side and loudly announces to a random group of people passing by, "Hey, this is my girlfriend!"

You tug at his hoodie, "...Who are these people?"

"No idea." he says cheerfully.

Across campus, every five minutes he keeps telling people you're dating.

"This is my girlfriend."

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend."

You're embarassed to say the least and you exhale in relief when the next people you walk by aren't randoms, but Satoru's close friends, Geto and Nanami.

"Guys, this is my girlfriend."

"Yes, we've gathered." said Nanami.

"Are you coming over this Saturday? We're ordering take out then we play something for the rest of the night." Suguru leaned towards you.

"Can't, sorry. Saturday is for the girls this week." you apologise then excuse yourself to the bathroom.

When you're out of earshot Gojo's smile drops.

"I know what you're doing." he says, voice low.

"What?" Suguru raises an eyebrow, already knowing he's about to hear some bullshit.

"You want all the milfs I bring over," Gojo continues, eyes wide and unhinged, "And now you want my hot girlfriend too?"

Nanami adjusts his glasses turning to walk away.

"I'm crazy, just so you know." Gojo adds, blue eyes still wide open to punctuate his words.

Suguru stares at him, unamused, "Yeah, you convinced me."

By the time you come back, his friends are gone and you question Satoru about it. He tells you that Suguru made a move on you that you just didn't understand.

"You're fucking crazy." you laugh at his silliness and smack him in the arms

"Yes, and you're mine."

The End

[apploomie]

things you don't teach — teaser

synopsis — all you wanted was to pass physics. instead, you start spending nearly every day at satoru gojo’s apartment, trading relentless teasing for his not quiet study sessions. he’s a walking ego with way too many opinions, but somewhere between passing late nights that stretch longer than planned, gojo stops feeling like just your tutor. by the time he leaves for a two-week competition that suddenly feels unbearable — you realize the real problem isn’t physics at all. it's to solve whatever is going on between you and your tutor.

full post here!

pairing — nerd! gojo x fem! reader (feat. suguru and nanami)

content — college au, slowburn-ish, stangers to lovers trope, fluff, eventual smut, heavily inspired by The big bang theory, nerd! gojo, inexperienced! gojo, this time it's readers turn to teach him, switchy gojo but mainly sub, dom! reader, big dick gojo, gojo loves tits, making out, dry humping, handjob, riding, multiple orgasms, pussy eating, blowjob, overstimulation and more to come!

wc — 10k-15k, we'll see

taglist → not in plan, however if people are interested then I might

"So, final rounds? Won't it be hard?"

"Maybe it'll cause me little problem."

"A little? What happens if you lose?"

"Nah, I'll win." he smiled proudly, "Anyways, we'll stay in dorms and have matches every other day or so."

"Multiple?" he nodded lightly, "Wait, how long is this competition?"

"Two and a half weeks long."

"Two and a half weeks?!"

"Yeah I just said that."

A sudden uneasiness took over you. You've been seeing him almost everyday for a while now, no wonder you feel weird, but your chest feels a little too tight.

"You should come visit," you abruptly looked at him, "We can catch up on your studies and you'll experience my victory first hand."

"I'm not that desperate," he raised an eyebrow at that which pushed you to let out an airy chuckle, "Also I can't. I have school and work."

"You won't survive 2 weeks without me."

"Don't flatter yourself."

"Aren't you gonna miss me?"

"No," you said too fast.

He turned his head to you and spoke in a low voice, the word smoothly rolling off his tongue, "Liar."

He leaned up until he rested on his elbow, gaze dropping down to your face.

"You can facetime me anytime you get stuck. Or you can just open Youtube and watch me live if you ever miss me too much."

You swallowed hard, his face felt closer to yours now than before. Your gaze danced between his features; his perfect white lashes, glowing blue eyes that tried to read you, his plump pink lips that shined from his tongue licking over it. He swallowed hard too, adam's apple bobbing from the action. His breathing felt quicker, you could feel the soft brush of it on your skin. You pushed yourself up slightly, his lips were positioned right above yours. You could lean forward and they would touch. His lashes fluttered and his face tilted slightly to the side. You reached out to him—

[apploomie]

You wanted this, right? | Lee Jeno

╰┈➤ pairings! : toxic ex!jeno x reader (jaemin x reader)

warnings! : making out, jealousy, rough sex, spanking, jeno loves your ass, mating press, jeno is a manipulator piece of shit

synopsis! : you tried to make him jealous, the need to prove he no longer has a hold on you, but jeno refuses to let go. no matter how hard you try to move on, he pulls you right back in. and the worst part? you don't really want to escape.

wc! : 2.5k

He wanted to get under your skin and he succeeded, but he had no idea you weren't going to back down, not without a fight. Fine. Two can play this game.

From that moment on, your only mission was to make Jeno regret everything, and you just knew the way. The best way to mess with him is through his jealousy issues and you're ready to play that card. Jaemin was at the party too, you knew because ever since the "break" he'd been texting you, filling the empty space Jeno left behind.

Supposedly it was a break, but judging by the way Jeno was making out with some girl, her blonde locks tangled between his fingers as she sucked bruises into his neck you figured you'd gotten your answer. If Jeno could move on so easily why couldn't you? Jaemin could be a lot of fun for you tonight.

The people dancing and jumping around made it hard to pass between them, but getting to the bar was main priority. Getting drunk was step one in your plan. Only problem was that Jeno and his company were stationed there. He would definitely see you.

Not ideal, at least, not yet. Not without Jaemin.

"Tequila," you ordered your drink, voice stern. A tequila is the way to start out.

While the guy was pouring your drink out Jeno noticed you just as he leaned in for another sloppy kiss with the girl pressed up against the wall beneath him. Only this time he didn't close his eyes and when the position let it he maintained eye contact. His lips moved skillfully, his arms caged her in, palms braced against the wall on either side of her head while her hands clung to his chest and neck.

You could almost feel him against your own lips, getting reminded of how he used to hold you and kiss you just like that. But the only thing you craved right now was the bitter taste of tequila, so when it was ready, you drank it and walked away from him without sparing him another glance.

Getting tequila drunk is the real party drunk. You can feel the bass in your veins, all you want to do is dance and scream the lyrics to the music. A few more shots warming up your system got you just there.

You quickly got a couple of shots in your system with the help of Jaemin and Jeno's other friends. All of them started off with the topic of your and Jeno's break, asking how you felt, if you were okay. But the way they invited you to many drinks, the way their touch lingered on you for a second too long told you all you had to know. They weren't mourning Jeno's relationship, it looks like.

Jaemin soon took all of your attention, any little thought of Jeno vanishing the more you looked into his pretty eyes, the more his hands gripped onto your waist. You couldn't restrain yourself, with your hand wrapped around him you pulled him close enough to kiss his neck. You exhaled against his skin, peppering the side of his neck with wet kisses, his collarbones, and any part of his skin you could reach with your mouth.

"Come on pretty," he murmured, voice thick with amusement, "My lips are up here."You haven't kissed anyone but Jeno in years. You hesitated.

"What's wrong?" he raised his eyebrow with a soft smile, "Need some help?" his finger brushed under your chin, tilting your face up to his.

Jeno easily made out with someone else and you're hesitating about kissing Jaemin. It's pathetic how it was hard for you to do the same, you can't let him win.

With the determination to win, you leaned in capturing Jaemin's lips between yours. He let out a low exhale as he eased into you, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. The warmth of his tongue, the way he melted into you, it was intoxicating.

The hunger, the rush of need felt with Jaemin had long been absent with Jeno. The kiss felt electric, your whole body easing into his, letting his hands roam around your body, his touch mapping out places that had gone untouched for far too long.

As you pulled back Jaemin looked dazed, captivated. His eye locked onto you like he couldn't look away from you, not even if he wanted to. You reveled in the way he craved you, showing you he wanted you.

You danced, body moving with the rhythm of the music, Jaemin's fingers intertwined with yours as he spun you around, laughter escaping your lips as he guided you back against him, your back flush against his chest. You continued to dance, grinding on him with the help of his hand guiding your hips. You reached back, fingers threading through his hair, pulling down for another sloppy kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth. Jaemin groaned into the kiss, his hands exploring your body. But you weren't the only one caught up in the moment.

You could feel Jeno watching.

His gaze was heavy, burning a hole through your body, watching how you moved against Jaemin. He mirrored your movements with the girl against him, his strong hands holding her, pulling her close but his eyes? They were locked onto your every move.

The girl ground against him, spun in his arms, even guided Jeno's hand on her chest but it wasn't enough. She couldn't hold his attention the way you could.Your pride pushed you further, you had to show Jeno he doesn't matter to you anymore.

You leaned up, lips brushing against Jaemin's ear.

"I want you, Jaemin." you whispered, voice laced with lust, "Need you so bad." his breath hitched as your nails dug into his skin.

Jaemin chuckled, the sound sweet but dark, "You asked so nicely, Angel. How could I ever say no to you?" his voice dripped with something sinful, but it was the way his finger slipped under the hem of your dress that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I'll get us something to drink and then we can find a quieter place?" he spoke against your shoulder, pressing a soft, teasing kiss on your tender skin before your hands slipped out of his grip.

And just like that, you were alone.

Alone except for the pair of eyes which still lingered on you, only this time closer than before.

"Enjoying the party?" Jeno spoke through gritted teeth, towering over you as he looked down into your eyes with a piercing gaze.

"Are you not?" you shot back, look unwavering.

"Not anymore."

"Oh? So now I'm bothering you? Don't you have something better to do?" you turned, ready to walk away. He wasn't about to ruin your night, not when Jaemin showed you what it was like to be wanted unlike him.

"No, I don't."

He reached for your hand, stopping you in your tracks, his hold was firm, almost desperate. "You know there's nothing better than you."

You scoffed, "That didn't seem like it five minutes ago when you had your tongue down someone else's throat." He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, "She's not a better kisser than you," Jeno spoke with a low voice, lips inching closer to yours, "And I know Jaemin is not better than me."

As much as you wanted him to be wrong, he didn't lie. You should have fought back, pushed him away, and screamed at him to fuck off, but you didn't. Instead, you melted into him.

Your arms sneaked around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Just for a moment, you felt whole with him, his touch, his lips, even when you knew you shouldn't. His lips moved like they always belonged against yours, like they never left.

Jeno has way too much power over you, you shouldn't crave his touch and shouldn't have ever let him control you like this.

But God you wanted him.

He pulled back, and you thought you were dreaming, that he was never actually here, and you felt your world shatter again, until you felt a pull at your hand. Jeno's warm hand held yours like they used to, guiding you away from the crowd, up the stairs where there were less people. He didn't stop until he found an unoccupied room, locking the door behind you.

"Jeno-" His strong hand grabbed under your thigh, lifting you over his shoulder with ease, drawing a surprised yelp out of you. On the way to the bed he couldn't resist, he slapped your ass with his free hand and harshly bit down on your skin.

"Quiet." he shut you up before you could make a sound, throwing you on the bed. He didn't leave you a second to move he flipped you over and lifted your dress higher until your ass was on full display for him. Jeno's hand roughly threaded the skin on your butt before he kneeled down in front of the bed to press wet kisses over the faded red mark that his hand had left there.

All your attention was focused on him, not noticing as his hand quickly slipped your panties off you, only gasping as you felt his warm, wet tongue on your hole.

You sighed loudly, toes curling at the feeling. You whimpered out his name, his hand moving to spank you again before diving back between your cheeks.

With one finger he collected your dripping arousal before fucking it back into you, his digit curling inside of your tight pussy.

His mouth was occupied, but you wished he would talk to you. Wish he would say anything, apologize to you or just make you feel loved after leaving you for weeks with zero contact. But you didn't have enough willpower to confront him, not when he fingered you so good.

Before you could feel the knot in your tummy build up he stood up, leaving your wet pussy empty and unattended.

"Please Jeno..." he left your mind foggy, that was all you could whimper out.

He let out a low chuckle, "You want me to fuck you so bad it makes you look stupid." he was right, you were his dumb little toy. All it took him was a couple of words, and you threw yourself at him.

If you had more pride, you wouldn't be in this position, but instead, you gripped the sheets when you heard him unbuckle his belt.

"My stupid little girl." his voice was soothing and soft as he spread your cheeks, his tip lingering at your entrance. You bit your lips in anticipation and closed your eyes wanting to focus on him completely.

His cock slowly entered you, filling you up halfway through already, but he didn't stop until your hips were flush against his. Your eyes rolled back, and pained whimpers escaped your lips while you got used to his size again after weeks of not feeling him.

"Fuck, you're so big," you blurted out before you clenched your jaw, a shaky breath leaving through your nose.

You reached behind you and grabbed his thigh to stop him from moving, but he pushed your hand away. The bed squeaked as he put his right leg up on the wooden frame, both his hands roughly grabbing your hips, his weight pressing you into the mattress. The position made it easier for him to thrust into you and fuck you so hard it made your skin red.

"S-slow down," you begged while Jeno fucked you, moves coordinated and rough. He didn't listen, your words might have only encouraged him.

The tip of his dick hit your tight walls right where you needed it the most while his heavy thrusts created a contrast. It hurt so good.

"You thought you could get away with flirting with my friends, hmm?" one of Jeno's hand slipped from your waist to your head, pushing it into the mattress. Your moans became muffled by the sheets each time his dick hit your spot.

You couldn't reply even if you wanted to.

"Kissing with Jaemin right in front of me? What have you become? You're a slut now?"

"Fuck—"

"Answer me, Baby." a pained hiss escaped you as he took hold of your hair and pulled you up slightly, forcing you to arch your back.

You grabbed over his hand, hoping he would loosen his grip, "I only want you."

"Liar."

All you could hear from him was heavy breathing, he didn't let out another sound. The sound of skin slapping took over the whole room only a faint sound of music infiltrated through the closed door.

He let go of your hair, your head fell back into the mattress. As you looked behind you, Jeno's lips were pursed as if he was actively trying to keep in his noises. His neck glistened from the sweat, skin decorated with purple bruises that he got not even an hour ago. With each thrust, his moves became clumsy and desperate, you knew he was getting closer and so were you.

He leaned over you to angle his hips, making you almost scream as he hit your spots over and over, pleasure taking over your whole body. All you could do was close your eyes and take everything he's giving you.

"Oh god..." tears swell in your eyes, but he didn't stop.

"Fuck," he held his breath, selfishly chasing his own high, only using you for his pleasure.

You couldn't even warn him, the band in your tummy tightened and finally snapped, and you came all over his cock.

Your legs began to shake from overstimulation, still Jeno showed no signs if stopping yet.

"Fuck, Jeno..." he couldn't hold in his groans anymore, he thrust inside you a few more times before pulling you against himself and burying his dick deep inside of you. His muscles tensed up as he came inside you, filling you up completely. Jeno took a few moments to himself before he pulled out and collapsed on top of you.

A shiver ran down your spine as his cold finger traced your arm, his hold tightening around you. The air was thick, with everything left unsaid, both of you needing a moment to breathe before facing the inevitable.

"Baby," Jeno whispered softly, his voice almost hesitant, "I don't like seeing you with other men."

You let out a heavy sigh, too drained to argue with him, "I don't like seeing you kiss other girls either, but you broke up with me."

"I know." his grip on you tightened, his lips finding the spots he'd been rough with earlier, pressing gentle, remorseful kisses to your skin.

"I'm sorry, I want to be a better boyfriend for you."

"I love you."

Did he mean it? You weren't sure. But you loved him. And right now that was all that mattered.

You can't resist him, not even Jaemin can have your attention the way Jeno does.

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33. b-b-b-BLOCKED

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how long do yall like the oneshots to be?

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im just curious,,,, personally i prefer the 2nd option

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32. no more secret

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31. mark lee look alike contest (gone wrong)

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(wc: 426)

Quickly packing up your stuff you decided to walk to your favourite small coffee shop a couple blocks from your apartment. It was already dark outside due to the weather getting colder, but that didn't stop you from drinking a coffee like you always do.

You hoped your favourite barista was on shift today, she makes the best coffee's whenever you go there, no one else does it like her. You hurried your steps, being slightly desperate, and it didn't take you long to arrive after 5 minutes.

To your surprise there was a line in front of the checkout, probably because of the new pumpkin spice latte being back in stock. You sighed but took a place in the queue, going on your phone to distract yourself from the crowd.

"Are you always this detached from reality?" asks a random voice to the left, making you jump a little in suprise, "Wha- oh."

There stood Mark Lee with a smile on his face holding two cups of coffee in his hands, one extended towards you.

"Wait, Mark?" you raised an eyebrow, subconsciously taking the cup from his hand, "What is this?" you finally acknowledge the beverage, "I saw you stood in the line. I was ahead of you so why make you wait? It's for you." he rubbed the back of his neck with his now free hand.

"You were here this whole time?" he's right, you are detached if you didn't notice the man you've been compeletely obsessed with for the last couple of months standing right in front of you, "And you really bought this for me? Thank you," you shyly said, now realising who you are talking to. Why can't you have a big mouth when he's here?

"Of course, wanna have a chat? I came here to unwind a little honestly, I don't mind company!" he cleared his troath before speaking, looking a little awkward.

"Oh..." your mind went blank.

Not only did you not prepare yourself to meet Mark, he wanted to chat with you. One on one. No way.

"I would, but I actually haven't fed Kitty yet," you came up with an excuse not to embarass yourself again.

"I was planning on grabbing a coffee and walk back home, so sorry Mark." he looked a little disappointed, but nodded his head understandingly, "That's fine, like, I get it."

You felt bad, terribly, but for your own mental health you had to do it. Or will it make it worse? You weren't sure, but you managed to get yourself out of this situation.

30. date w fine shyt (y/n compeletely partially fucks up once again)

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29. free ice cream free head

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28. mark lee getting passed around (not fake)

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27. HE WANTS to get to know ME

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26. Jaemin's ip adress is 192.158.1.38

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im working on so many smut oneshots but i will not have them done before i finish front row soo yall have to wait😭😭🙏🙏

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25. everyone is homosexual

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