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synopsis— nerdjo is your tutor who’s secretly obsessed with you. what happens when he finally breaks?

warning: smut so, MDNI!!! gojo is OBSESSED!! pinv sex. rough sex? finger-sucking. fingering. nose bleeds. unprotected sex. cream pie. edging. dom!gojo. PUSSYDRUNK gojo. tummy bulge. oral (f.receiving). slight dry humping. mentions of masturbation (m). confessions. getting together in the end.

note: hellooo!! i’m actually shocked that a few people saw, and enjoyed my last upload. thank you so muuuuch!! i figure i might as well get this brain working and give you another. please bare with me, im not the greatest at writing smut. when the idea popped into my head, i just HAD to write it out. i hope you enjoy, and feel free to leave your honest feedback<3

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never in a million years did satoru gojo expect that he’d become your arranged tutor for the end of semester exam. the man has quite literally been obsessed with you since the start of the school year.

how could he not be obsessed? you were gorgeous, not just on the outside. he loved the way that you were so kind to everyone around. he loved how you shared your materials with others when they ran out. he loved how you’d smile and wave at him when you’d catch him staring.

so yeah, he was pretty freaked out the first time you guys met up in his dorm to study. though, satoru gojo was the type to seem unbothered on the outside no matter how he truly felt. he’d stay calm when explaining formulas to you, he’d have a kind but neutral expression on his face through the few hours you were over.

once you’d leave, he’d face palm and groan to himself as if feeling guilty for feeling so strongly for you. as days passed and you’d come over everyday after class to study, his infatuation only grew deeper. he’d catch himself seeking you out in class and studying your every move rather than focusing on the lecture.

it didn’t stop there, he started having thoughts. dirty, nasty thoughts that made him feel sick with guilt. he thought he’d suppressed them, until you’d come back over to his dorm to study.

he noticed that you’d always wear such short skirts. his eyes would drop to your thighs, they look so soft and he just wants to squeeze them. his eyes focused on your face would drop down as you’d lean forward to take a look at his notebook.

your breast nearly busting out the seams of your low cut shirt. he’d grit his jaw, fist clenching under his desk. even down to the way you’d smile when he told you that you were doing a good job with the equations. the way you’d twirl a strand of your hair in concentration.

it’s almost like you’re taunting him on purpose. he tried, really tried to push those feelings aside. that is until one day in class, you’d dropped your pencil. you’d bent down right in front of his desk to pick it up. he didn’t mean to look, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away.

he saw it, that baby pink thong you’d had on that day beneath your skirt. he’d saw way more of your soft ass then what he should’ve. he tears his eyes away before anyone catches him.

heat travels straight down to his groin, his jeans suddenly feel suffocating. he crosses his legs to hide his raging boner. his focus is gone, eyes staring down at his notebook as the clock ticks almost mockingly.

as soon as he’s back to his dorm, he shoving his pants down. his cock flushed, leaking, and so painfully erect. every time he closes his eyes, the scene flashes before his eyes. gripping himself and stroking in fast, tight motions.

he’s too hot and out of it to feel guilty for thinking of you this way. all he’s focused on now is the way his hand grips his aching cock, pretending it was yours.

he thought that finishing to the thought of you would make the thoughts somehow magically disappear. oh was he incredibly wrong. they didn’t just go away, they got worse. the vision of you under him would haunt him even in deep sleep.

he’d wake up before his alarm, groaning as his hips rut against his mattress to try and surpress the ache between his legs. no matter what he did, the thoughts never went away. even though he kept things professional whenever he’d actually be around you.

then the day came. you knocked on his door, test results in hand and a big, proud smile on your face. he’d invite you in, smile, and congratulate you.

then the realization would hit, the tutor arrangement has ended now. no, no he couldn’t let you go. not after being this close to confessing.

hearing you say that your leaving, that the arrangement period has ended, and sounding so okay with it is what sent him to his breaking point. it’s the way that you think he’d be okay with just letting you go after tempting him for weeks. his resolve crumbles.

you’re in the middle of thanking him for all of his help, for helping you become successful. he’s sitting back in his desk chair, facing you. his eyes deadpanned on your face.

when you finish speaking, he erupts into a deep laughter. his shoulders shake as he places his hands over his face. you give him a confused look. “satoru? did i say something funny? i don’t understand.” his laughter simmers to a low chuckle.

he slide his glasses off with careful hands, folding them up and setting them on his desk. he’s leaned back in his desk chair. “of course, you don’t understand. gosh y/n…you really have no clue, huh?” his eyes lift to your face.

your body goes still on the other side of his room, brows still furrowed. his hands find the arm rest of his chair, pushing himself to his feet. he takes slow steps after slow steps towards you.

“you think that’s it? that you get to run off after i’ve spent so long helping you get to this point?” his voice is low, and rough with something you can’t quite put a finger on. “wasn’t that the point of the arrangement?” you murmur, lashes blinking up at him as his steps bring him closer and closer to you.

you find yourself taking steps backward. “that’s true, but that all went away the moment you first showed up in that slutty little skirt.” he scoffs a reply. “satoru..” you breath out and he finally steps right in front of you, leaving nowhere for you to turn. your back is against the wall.

“i’ve been driving myself mad with just the thought of you. you can’t just walk out when i feel this strongly for you. tell me…you feel the same, don’t you?” his voice comes out in a whisper. his piercing blue eyes staring right through you. you blink up at him.

the tension between you two is so thick you could cut it with a knife. a flush creeps up your neck and cheeks, you turn your head to the side to avoid his gaze.

his hand cups your cheek, turning you to look at him again. “you like me don’t you, pretty girl?” his eyes flick between yours. you let out a shaky exhale. “yes…i like you, a lot.” your words come out airy and soft.

his thumb traces over your bottom lip. “i knew you did baby. all this time and you were just begging to get my attention. you’ve got it baby, you’ve got it all.” he leans closer, hand slipping into your hair to tilt your head back as he crowds you against the wall.

his body presses to yours and he towers over you. you feel heat coiling low in your gut. a feeling you haven’t felt in quite sometime. you’ve never seen this side of satoru before, it’s exciting. “well now that you know, what’re you going to do with that information?” your voice rolls out in a whisper.

his face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath fanning against your lips. a smirk curls on his face, almost evil. his hand in your hair tightens just a bit more. his head leans down beside your ear. “oh baby, there’s so much i plan to do with that.” his voice low and deep in your ear.

his warm breath fanning against your neck. his lips brushing right against your pulse point. “like what..?” you breath out quietly. your chest rising and falling as the anticipation and excitement builds.

a silence falls between you both for a moment. next thing you know, his mouth is on yours. it’s not sweet or slow in the slightest. it’s deep, and rough. your tongues tangle and teeth clash. his hand has a firm grip on your jaw as he devours your mouth.

he yanks your body up against the wall, your legs instantly wrap around his hips. he carries you over to the bed, tossing you down with a force that knocks a soft breath from your chest. he’s back on you in an instant.

his hips slot between your legs, lips taking yours in another deep kiss. he groans into your mouth when you nip his bottom lip. his hips roll against you, giving you the first feel of his erect cock beneath his sweatpants.

you gasp, the kiss breaking. his hips continue to roll against you in nasty circles. “you feel that? you feel what you fuckin do to me baby?” he grits out as a moan rolls off his tongue.

his lips trail down your neck in hot, open-mouthed kisses. he sucks on that sweet spot right below your ear. you open your mouth to speak but satoru beats you to it.

“don’t worry, i’ll make sure you feel it, all of it. you just be good f’me and take it baby, okay?” his voice comes out low and rough. his tongue flicks out and drags along the fresh mark on your neck, you let out a shaky sigh.

he breaks away from you, almost tearing your clothes apart by how eager he is to get them off of you. your shirt is first to go, bra following right after. he stops a moment to look at your bare breasts, nipples peaked.

he can’t resist, each of his hands grab handfuls of your tits. he squeezes, mushing them around. his thumbs graze over your hardened nipples, then pinching and rolling them between his fingers. the motion draws a shaky sigh from your lips.

“oh baby, you’re perfect.” he comes down to press a sweet kiss right between your breasts. his hands drag down your sides, curling into the waistband of your skirt and tugging it off.

his eyes almost light up at the sight beneath it. that same, baby pink thong he’d caught a glimpse of that day you’d bent over in front of him. “this fuckin thong…haunting me..” his voice rumbles out in a gravelly tone. his finger curls into the elastic band, pulling it back then releasing it to crack against your skin.

you yelp at the sting, the sound making satoru chuckle deeply. he leans down to press a opened mouthed kiss right to where the stinging skin starts to welt.

he lifts up, arms crossing on either side of his body and curling into the hem of his shirt. he lifts it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. he’s quite chiseled for someone who mostly studies.

his hands push your thighs apart, exposing the damp patch on those infamous baby pink panties. he grins to himself, eyes traveling up your body to meet your eyes.

the way you look right now, mostly naked, hair splayed over his pillows and with that needy look on your face. it’s something straight out of satoru’s dreams.

“d’you know how long i’ve wanted this? this exact moment has played in my head so many times, but of course this tops any fantasy i could ever have.” he hums out, his hand tugging the strings of his sweatpants undone.

once the sweatpants drop, you catch a glimpse of the raging hard on beneath his boxers. your eyes widen. for a nerdy guy, you definitely weren’t expecting him to be packing a fucking monster in his pants.

a low chuckle rumbles from his chest. “i know, crazy right? don’t worry, i wont hurt you baby, i’ll be sooo good to you.” he leans down presses kisses to your face. his hand travels between you both, finding its way to your clothed pussy.

his fingers press against your clit through the damp fabric, rubbing slow circles. you let out a soft sound. “satoru..” you gasp in a breathy voice.

“hmm? what is it, pretty girl?” he hums out in a sly tone. your hips buck up against his fingers. “i want to feel more..” you whine out, his hand pulling away from you. instead, tugging your panties off smoothly.

“yeah? then let me get you all nice and ready for me.” he grins, lowering his head between your parted thighs. a moan tears from your lips as his tongue drags through your puffy pussy lips. he chuckles against you.

his arm hooks one of your legs over his shoulder as his face nuzzles deeper into your slobbering cunt. his tongue flicks out and circles your clit. his eyes flutter as he tastes your sweet slick on his tongue. he doubles down, licking and sucking your clit into his mouth.

the action pulls a moan from your lips, your head falling back. his fingers nudge against your drooling entrance before sinking in deep and curling. your back arches slightly off the bed as you chant out his name. “fuck— satoru..”

the sound of his name rolling off your lips like that makes him moan into you, the sound vibrating through your body. his fingers pull out, then pump back into you deep in steady thrusts.

he hums in satisfaction while he fucks you with his mouth and tongue. his fingers scissor you open to stretch your tight walls to better accommodate what’s to come shortly. moans roll off your tongue, your fingers tugging at his hair.

heat pools in your gut, that familiar band coiling tight as you near your orgasm. “s-satoru…i’m gonna cum..” you breath out through moans. he hums against you, suddenly retracting his fingers and mouth from your aching pussy.

you whine at the loss of contact. satoru’s lips glisten with your slick. “toruuu, why’d you stop?” you drawl out in a whiney tone. your gummy walls now clenching around nothing. “ah ah ah. i want you to save it baby, that way you can cum all over my cock.” he hums.

“but—“ you protest, opening your mouth to complain. suddenly, something fills your mouth. it’s satoru’s fingers, the ones that had just been inside of you. “i don’t want any back talk baby. just take what i give you okay?” he retorts in a low voice.

you nod, his fingers coated in your slick press against your tongue. he flashes a smile. “gooood girl, now suck.” he drawls out. his fingers pump in and out of your mouth. you drag your tongue against his fingers and suck obediently. his smile grows wider.

“that’s it baby, you listen so well. now just for that, i’m gonna give you what you want.” he withdraws his fingers from your mouth. he bends down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips.

he pulls back, finally tugging his boxers off. his cock springs free. hard, flushed, and leaking a tremendous amount of precum. he grips himself at the base, squeezing and giving himself a long, slow stroke. he grunts.

he drags his fat tip through your slick folds. you let out a shaky sigh. “you’re so wet pretty girl. i don’t know how i’m going to survive this.” he coos at you. your chest rises and falls. he guides your legs to lock around his hips. he nudges his tip against your needy hole.

your breath stutters. “i’m gonna take care of you baby. promise.” he hums, kissing the corner of your mouth before finally pressing in. he slips inside inch by agonizing inch. his head falls forward against your shoulder.

the stretch tears a moan from the both of you. it’s a delicious feeling. his hips stutter, he was originally trying to take his time but he just can’t hold back. hips hips press forward in a hard thrust, his cock bottoming out inside of you. he fills you completely, stretching you wide. you yelp.

“fuuuuck..” he whimpers out. “i can’t…can’t hold back, im so…sorry” he voices out raggedly through heavy breaths. you open your mouth to speak, but that’s shortly interrupted by satoru’s deep, hard thrusts.

he lets out a guttural moan as he pulls out almost fully, just to plunge in deep over and over. his thrusts harsh from the start, pulling broken moans from your lips. your eyes fall on his face.

his eyes are squeezed shut tight. his thrusts punishing. you watch through bleary eyes as a small red droplet rolls out his nose. “t-toru….your nose is bleeding..” you manage to choke out. his thrusts falter, halting. his eyes flutter open.

he wipes his nose with the back of his hand, seeing the definite blood there. he chuckles breathily. “y-you just feel so good…i can’t take it..” his hips grind deep into you. you shudder, a breathy sound leaving your lips.

he pulls out suddenly, only to flip you onto your stomach. he raises your hips up, ass on display to him. one hand runs down your spine to arch you just right for him. his other hand squeezes the fat of your hip.

he realigns and plunges in deep and fast. the quick motion dragging a moan from both of you. his thrusts start off just as punishing as before, but now at a deeper angle.

his tip kisses your cervix with each time he pushes his cock deep into your gummy walls. the feeling is enough to make your toes curl and your fingers fist into the sheets. you turn your head to the side to look back at him.

your eyes are heavy lidded and your lips are parted with moans rolling off your tongue. he pounds into you at an almost frantic pace. “toruuu..s’good!” you gasp into the pillows.

“yeah? you’re takin it so fuckin well baby.” he punctuates his words with a smack to your ass. the sting making you yelp. your pussy gushes around him at the contact. he groans in pleasure, his pace increasing.

your hips buck back against him, fucking yourself back onto his thick cock. a creamy ring of arousal forming at the base of his cock each time he plunges back in deep. “fuck, yes baby squeeze me juuust like that.” he lands another crack to your ass. you squeal, walls tightening around him.

you moan into the pillows, drool pooling out of your mouth and into the fabric. the room fills with the sticky “plap! plap! plap!” sounds of skin meeting. he leans over you to kiss your cheek, chest pressed to your back. “you getting close baby? i know, i can feel it…” he hums into your ear.

he pulls out, rolling you onto your back again. he lifts your legs over his shoulder and sinks back into your sloppy cunt. his pace frantic and desperate.

you let out a cry of pleasure. your head falls back into the pillows. his cock drags against your sweet spot with every thrust, making your brain turn into mush, leaving you babbling nonsense. “wanna see your face when i make you cum….” he grits out, hands holding your hips tight enough to bruise.

your walls clench around his throbbing cock each time he hits your sweet spot. you’re so close, so so close. your vision is starting to white out and your body is starting to tremble and that spring coils tighter in your gut.

his hand presses against the imprint of his cock in your stomach. “gonna cum…right here baby. gonna fill you up.” he whines out. your walls have his cock in a chokehold. “t-toru…m’cumming!” you moan out in a whiney tone.

“do it, cmon pretty girl, give it to me.” his fingers find your clit, rubbing fast circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. his cock splitting you open and hitting every sweet spot inside of you. your eyes roll into the back of your head as your orgasm takes over your whole body.

your body locks up and that spring snaps. your walls clamp around his cock, squeezing the life out of him. you let out a cry as your face twists in ecstasy. you cum all over his cock, coating him as your body shakes.

“fuuuck! m’cumming!” satoru whimpers. he thrusts once, twice, then burries his cock deep and spills into you. thick, creamy ropes of his cum fill you up to the brim. his body shudders through his orgasm.

satoru collapses over you. you both pant heavily as you come down from the intense highs, bodies covered in a thick sheen of sweat. he’s still stuffed inside of you, cock twitching as he empties everything inside of you.

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once the high fades, satoru lifts off of you. he gently pulls out, his cum leaking out of you. he takes a look at your fucked out face. he comes up, brushes your hair from your sweaty forehead. “are you okay, pretty girl?” he murmurs softly now as the heat passes. he nuzzles his nose against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your skin.

you blink at him with a lazy smile. “m’okay..just sleepy..” you hum softly. he chuckles softly, his thumb brushes a drop a sweat from your eyebrow. “let me clean you up, then you can rest okay baby?” he coos softly. you give a lazy nod. he gets up and heads to the bathroom after pulling on his sweats from the floor.

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once he returns, he offers you a drink of water which you take. he gently cleans up the mess between your thighs. he makes sure to handle your body with care after what he just put it through. once he’s finished, he tosses the rag into the laundry bin.

he comes back over, he slides a fresh pair of his boxers up your legs, then one of his shirts over your head. his hand rubs softly over the slight bloat of your belly, admiring how much he had filled you.

he crawls up the bed, shifting under the covers beside you. he wraps an arm around your body, pulling you into his chest. you hum in content as he rubs your lower back.

“i’m so glad that you like me back.” he hums softly. you lift your head to look at him, you blink sleepily up at him and smile softly. “does this mean im your girlfriend now?” you mumble, too sleepy to speak anything above a whisper.

“is that something you want? i mean, i really hope you’d say yes.” he replies, brushing hair from your face. “of course i want that.” you chuckle softly with a smile.

“so, you’ll be my girlfriend?” he smiles, eyes flicking between yours. “of course, silly.” you hum, a sleepy smile on your face. his expression brightens. “score!” he mutters in a giddy tone.

you giggle softly. there’s the dorky satoru you’re used to. you lean up and press your lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss. he reciprocates it with a happy hum. his arms wrap tighter around you.

your legs tangle beneath the blankets. silence falls except for the hum of the a/c and soft breaths between you two. he presses a kiss to your hair as your head lays on his chest again.

sleep soon takes you both under, warm in each others embrace. happy, content, and so excited for what the future holds for you both.

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note: okayyy, round two. how was this oneee? i’m still not the greatest with smut, but i tried my best. i hope you enjoy! please leave suggestions on what i should do next, thank you:)!!

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 joel miller size , praise kink ( mdni , blurb )

currently been thinking about joel with a major size kink. it’s no brainer that he’s a big man—huge chest, huge biceps, tall and just a overall large, with a strong, mesmerizing body. he’s just huge! it drives you absolutely batshit crazy.

especially now, when he has you pressed down the mattress—your legs draped over his broad shoulders with his hands on each side of your head as he drives his also huge cock into you.

making you almost choke.

he'll bring his hands from against the mattress to your hips—the sheer size of his hands engulfing your entire hip as he slams them against his hips. the nasty, euphoric skin slapping 'plap! plap! plap!' as he drives into your smaller frame with grunts and the fluttering of his eyes. as if mesmerizing your smaller body wrapped around him so beautifully.

“joel!” you hitch, eyes fluttering shut as you scram your hands to grip his thighs.

“yeah girl, it’s okay baby. you can take it yeah? you always do.”

he’ll grunt in your ear as you pat his thigh for some sort of relief as he absolutely obliterates your cervix.

“so tiny, ain’t ya baby? hah—”

or!

he’ll praise the living hell out of you—whether in bed or not. you’ll be outside with him, teaching you how to ride a horse, making sure you’ll know how proud he is of you for learning. for leaping and taking the courage to let your old man teach you.

sometimes, when he’s tired but still wants to feel you, he’ll ask you to ride him with that sweet, thick drawl of his—so naturally, how could you ever resist your old man?

you'll be on top, thighs on either side of his hip, hands planted firm onto his hard chest as you bounced gently and clearly unexperienced as to how to even ride him due to his big size. you’ll whine and shake your head with a soft murmur of ‘i dunno—i can’t—’

afraid you’re not making him feel good so you’ll shy away, checks a flushed color and hair uncomfortably sticking to your sweaty skin.

he’ll hum, shaking his head in disapproval of you shying away. lifting a hand of his to peel away the hair where it sat uncomfortably.

“none of that baby, come on, let your man show you.”

moving those big calloused hands to your hips and guide you with soft praises as you ride him. grunting as he subconsciously thrusts his hips upwards into you.

“atta girl, you’re doing good.”

“yeah baby, see you’re getting it…”

your hips now grind onto his thick cock as you let out those soft moans that gradually turn louder—making the older man want to corrupt and ruin you even more.

you'll slide your soft hands to his scarred, muscled shoulders gripping them tightly as his guiding gets rougher. you both reaching y'all's climax.

once you both finish he’ll stay in you for a while, guiding your hips slower than before and letting you ride out your high as you whimper—eyes tightly shut as joel moves one hand to caress your cheek tenderly.

“you did so good baby.”

“always so good to your old man, yeah?”

“my girl…”

gently and wholeheartedly praising you for doing your best and pleasing your man.

credits to @strangergraphics for the divider!

i wrote this on a whim last night and edited it this morning so hoping yall like it !!!! 🪽

[madsama]

brown eyes

joel miller x f!reader

summary: an incident while on patrol left a tear in joel’s favorite jacket. in desperation to save it, he is introduced to the town’s best seamstress. little does he know his small visit would end up leaving him love-struck.

part two

“dammit”

joel grunted as he held up his favorite brown jacket that now had a large tear in the chest. what a stupid thought it was that he could make it over a mangle fence without consequences. shaking his head at his own mistakes, he turned his head to the front door where tommy entered.

“still mad at y’self?”

tommy asked with a smirk smothered across his face. making himself comfortable on the couch and kicking up his boots on the coffee table.

“starin’ at it ain’t gonna fix it”

joel glared over at him in response and placed the jacket on the table. he made his way over to sit on the recliner and threw his head in his hands. even though it seemed silly to him, tommy knew how much joel loved that jacket. he gave joel a few more moments of silence before chirping in again.

“y’know, there’s a gal in town that does repairs for those kinda things”

joel lifted his head.

“really? who?”

“she lives just a couple blocks from here. has a small shop set up in her garage”

joel slumped back into the chair. hand caressing his chin as he gave it thought. he refused to find another coat so he had no other choice.

“alright. show me then”

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the two of them made their way to a small cottage house with a matching garage next to it.

“the door is just around the corner. i’ll leave you to it”

tommy said, patting joel on the shoulder as he walked away.

joel wouldn’t say that he was nervous but he was. he had never been to a shop like this, let alone wasn’t sure exactly what to ask for. he let out a deep breath and opened up the door to the shop, a bell rang just above his head.

as he took a few slow steps in. soft music from a radio echoed. he stopped when he saw you turned around at your desk. a young woman, possibly in her mid-twenties. hair long and beautifully done in a braid. the smell of vanilla filled the air. a breeze coming through the open windows as the curtains danced around.

you stood up from your desk. turning to face him, your eyes meeting his. you greeted him with a gentle smile.

“haven’t seen you in my shop before. how can i help?”

joel froze, his tongue numb. his heart began to race. he was so locked into your gorgeous eyes. he took a moment to reply, confused by what he was feeling in that very moment. your aroma was calming, sweet and everything that took his breath away. he clutched harder onto the jacket.

“hi. i-i uh was told ya can fix things like this?”

he said holding out his coat. you nodded and took it from his hands. you lifted it up, getting a better look at the damage. you hummed as you analyzed it. joel sticking his hands in his pockets, waiting patiently for your response.

“accident on patrol?”

you ask, looking over at him. he nodded.

“there are others that come in with similar incidents. i can definitely get this patched up for you”

joel sighed in relief.

“thank you” he said.

“of course. i’ll just need you to put it on for me so i can pin what i need to and make sure the end result will look right. think ya can do that for me, please? you said to him.

he gulped almost choking at the thought of you being so close to him. his hands shaking as he slid his arms into the jacket, doing as you commended. you didn’t stare but you could tell that he was nervous. maybe it was his personality? maybe he was shy? definitely could not be because of you, you thought.

he was undeniably handsome. tall, with broad shoulders and brown curly hair with a few grey strands painted in. standing close to him, he smelled of worn leather, black coffee and a hint of sawdust. you could feel the heat of his body as you leaned in to get a closer look of at the damage.

“do you normally have it buttoned or unbuttoned when you wear it?”

you questioned, doe-eyes looking up to meet his waiting for a reply. he nodded yes. with pure instinct, you reached towards his chest and buttoned up the jacket. you started at his neck, then to his chest where it was rising up and down at a steady pace. all the way down to where the hem met his waist. it was a gesture out of pure innocence, but joel couldn’t help but feel something deep down in his stomach. a feeling he had not felt in a long time.

“you really put a dent in this, huh?” you said with a chuckle.

“i appreciate everything ya’ll do for this town, though. we wouldn’t be safe if it weren’t for you”

your words created a small blush on his cheeks.

“it’s no problem at all” joel replied.

he looked down at you. watching as you scrunched up your nose as you focused. you attached a few more pins and stood back to check your work.

“ok! that should be everything i need. just remove the jacket carefully and i’ll write you up a ticket”

he did as you said and placed the jacket on the counter.

“go ahead and come back on thursday this week and i should have that all fixed for ya”

joel nodded his head.

“thank you” he replied, making his way to the door before you stopped him in his tracks.

“wait! i didn’t get your name!” you shouted from behind the counter.

before joel could respond you said,

“i’ll just put brown eyes, that okay?” you said smirking up at him.

his heart was practically out of his chest at this point. the nickname rolling off your tongue like it was nothing. he gave you a shy smile and you waved him goodbye, shutting the door behind him.

he gave himself a moment to let his heart slow down before making his way back home. the cool autumn breeze flowing through his hair as he took a deep breath in and out. this was not what he had expected. so many different emotions that hit him like a truck.

but at the end of the day, all he could think about was how much he was looking forward to seeing you again.

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OK. this is my first ever joel miller fanfic so please go easy on me 🥲 this might be a small series… stay tuned! - m

[im-not-a-pleeb]

Lessons in Sex

Joel Miller x Female Reader

Mmm thinking about Female Reader who's obviously never had sex-ed because... you know... the whole apocalypse thing?

cw: Previous Malnourishment Mentioned, Reader Ovulates and is a Virgin, Heavy DDLG Vibes, Joel is the Consent King, Age Gap, Praise Kink, Fingering, Aftercare of a sort? a/n: Straight up PWP, slightly icky but the retraint I showed was insane. Still, heed the warning. Sorry for being a freak 😔🍑. I feel like I've been uploading like crazy lately but brainfog is insane bc I don't have a clue what I'm writing ngl. I may have been possessed or smth.

1.9k Words

AO3

"Hell, I never thought I'd be giving this particular speech again." Joel mutters under his breath. "You... you do know about sex, right? When a man and a woman– or– just two people. Can be whoever. When two people get together and—"

"I know what sex is." You cut him off.

"Okay." He scratches the back of his head. "Well, what you're feelin' is your body's way of sayin' it wants it."

[Joel Masterlist]

When you're first taken into Jackson you're malnourished and of course your body isn't able to keep a healthy cycle. You've never ovulated before because you weren't getting the nutrients required. Whatever you managed to scrounge up in the wilderness was barely enough to survive day to day. The energy you could make went to keeping you alive. Any other system that didn't serve that same purpose got repressed.

But inside the settlement? You ate well. It only took a few months before your hormones were able to function as they normally would. Only—you thought there was something wrong.

You felt so tingly, so hot, all the time. Your heartbeat was faster than usual and your underwear was slicker than it should have been. It felt like you needed something, but you didn't know what. The sensations only got worse the more you tried to ignore them and you began to grow concerned. What was happening with you?

Maybe you should have gone to a doctor, but it just seemed so scary. You trusted Joel more than the physician so it only made sense to turn to him first. And if he thought something was off, you'd go to the medical house in the morning.

"I think something's wrong." You blurt, sat on his couch and fidgeting something awful.

"What's goin' on?" He sits on the coffee table in front of you, his long legs bracketing yours.

"I... I don't feel right." You look down, swallowing. It was even worse now that you were near to him.

"How so?" He prompts, patiently trying to help you figure out your problem.

"I've been running hot this whole week and I feel so funny. Here." You settle a hand over your tummy.

"Maybe you got a stomach bug." Joel leans forward and presses the back of his hand to your forehead. "You been sick?"

"No." You shake your head, looking up at him with eyes full of worry. "I don't think it's that. I feel funny here, too." Your fingers dip down over your pelvis.

"Oh." He clears his throat. "Oh. I think I know what's goin' on with you."

"You do?" You breathe out in relief.

"Yeah. Mind if I ask you somethin' you might consider real personal?" When you shake your head, he goes on. "Do you feel all achey right about here?" He cups between his own thighs and then points to you. "You been getting a little wetter than usual?"

"Yeah." You admit, crossing your legs. The friction makes you stutter. "Sensitive. Is that bad? Should I see a doctor?"

"No baby, it's not bad at all." He reassures you, gently rubbing circles on your knee. "It's actually perfectly normal."

"Then what is it?"

"Hell, I never thought I'd be giving this particular speech again." He mutters under his breath. "You... you do know about sex, right? When a man and a woman– or– just two people. Can be whoever. When two people get together and—"

"I know what sex is." You cut him off.

"Okay." He scratches the back of his head. "Well, what you're feelin' is your body's way of sayin' it wants it."

You blink. Could that be right?

"When you start feelin' all hot and bothered like that, all slick between your thighs, it means you're aroused." He explains.

"Can you make it go away?" You plead, shifting again and the seam of your jeans press against the spot that send tingles down your thighs. "Please Joel?"

"I'm not..." he takes a deep breath, mulling over a choice in his head. "Fuck. Yeah. Yeah, I can make it go away. But you gotta trust me. You gotta let me touch you to help. That alright with you?"

You nod. Anything. But that wasn't satisfactory for him.

"I gotta hear you say it. You know consent? Both people gotta agree." Joel informs you.

"I agree." You whimper.

"Okay. Okay, that's good. God help me, so do I. Now, I think it's gonna be easiest if you get on my lap for this." He helps you stand but before you can sink down, he pauses. His hands on your hips keep you stood between his legs, tugging you a step closer by your belt loop. "These need to come off first. You want me to...?"

"Yes please." You brace shakey hands on his shoulders while he helps you step out of your jeans. He rubs those big, warm hands up and down your thighs, coaxing the blood flow towards your hips. Joel's eyes are glued to the front of your cotton panties and you watch him swallow down air.

"Alright, you're doin' real good." He murmurs, slipping his thumbs into the sides of your underwear. "Gotta take these off too, that okay?"

You hesitate a moment. Nobody had ever seen you naked before. Not fully. Not like this.

"Need your words or we stop. I can help you without touchin' if that's what you're—"

"No." You cut him off. "I like your touching. It's okay."

"Kay." Joel rumbles and he peels off the flimsy garment. "There we go. Come sit. You okay?"

"Mhmm." You gasp, feeling the cool air drift along your heated folds. He helps you straddle him, your thighs spread wide over his and something clenches low in your core. This wasn't helping. It was only making you feel even more needy.

The older man anchors you on his lap, thumbs brushing the creases of your hip.

"Before we start, I gotta know sweetheart. You ever touch yourself? You know how?"

You weren't really sure what he meant. This was the first time you'd felt like this. Usually you were preoccupied with finding shelter or weapons or killing zombies. When you shake your head you swear his grip gets tighter for a second.

"I'm gonna show you the basics then."

Joel's thumb slides down through your curls until it nudges where the tingles come from. A moan leaves your mouth before you can even register it and your hips twitch forward.

"Oh..."

"This is called your clit." He says, slowly dragging circles across the nub. "Feelin' good?"

"Yeah." You gasp, clutching his forarms and looking down. "Really good."

"This is what you do when you need to make that ache go away."

"But you said sex makes it go away."

"I know baby. But there's lots of ways to have sex. It don't just need to be penetration."

"It doesn't?" You ask, enthralled by watching his movements.

"It doesn't." He confirms. "But some people like it a lot. Reckon you might too." He replaces his thumb with two fingers, tracing your clit before dipping lower. They swirl around your entrance and he groans himself when he feels how slick you are. "You're drippin'." He rasps, collecting some of the wetness and bringing it back up to smear over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"That's a good thing." He tells you, resuming his circles with his thumb. They're firmer this time, and slippery. "It means you're ready."

"Ready for what?"

"For sex. To feel even better than this."

"Really?" You shudder, your hips rocking into his touch.

"Yeah. But I'll teach you 'bout that another time. Right now's all about you. Since it's your first time we gotta build up to the big stuff."

You whine and he huffs a laugh, squeezing your waist with his free hand.

"Easy. You wanted my help, you're doing it my way." His fingers slide down to nudge your hole and your breath hitches.

"Joel..."

"This is your pussy." He says. "She's all wet to get ready for a cock. But you're not getting that tonight." He presses a finger to the tight muscle, barely fitting his nail inside before pulling out. "This is arousal." He shows you the clear, slick liquid on his index. "When your pussy wants somethin' inside of her, she gets herself ready. The wetness helps things slide in real easy. Juuuust like this." He pumps one of his fingers inside, pushing and pulling before it's all the way in.

You squeal, feeling weird and a little bit of hurt with the stretch. But then he curls inside of you and pushes against a part of you you hadn't known existed. Your toes curl and your mouth drops open and the pleasure which blooms behind your eyes overrides any sting.

"You like that?" He grins, slowing his thumb to a stop. You squirm in his lap, panting.

"Do it again." You beg, hopping a little on his legs.

"Say, 'please'."

"Please." You keen and he curls his finger again, stroking the spongey spot inide you. Your silken walls flutter and you back bows when he sets a rythym; pumping his finger in and out of your dripping channel and hitting that special place each time.

Joel has you squirming in no time, sweat gathering behind your knees as he works your pleasure with an expert touch. He starts thrumming your clit again and you feel something different rising now.

"Joel?" You moan, clenching and trying to keep this new feeling from overtaking you. He notes the panic in your voice but he doesn't stop. "W- wait. I'm gonna pee."

"Aww, honey, you ain't gonna pee." He coos. "You're gonna cum. That's the reward for trustin' me and lettin' me help. Feel your legs shakin' now?"

"Uh huh." As if on cue your right leg jumps.

"That means you're close. You're gonna feel all better. Take a deep breath for me. You can do it." He coaxes as the pleasure grows and grows. "Gonna give me a big cum for your first time? Just let it go, baby. Just feel. Don't fight it, it's okay." His fingers pump faster and the sound of it is obscene. All at once your orgasm crashes over you, stealing your breath and tipping your head back as the most intense sensation hijacks your body.

"Look at that." Joel moans, fucking you through it and slowing down when you start to twitch from overstimulation. "What a good girl, I'm so proud of you. You did so well." He drags his finger out of your fluttering pussy to stroke your inner thigh, helping you come down.

"That's what I needed?" You breathe, dropping your head to his chest.

"I'd say so. You feeling better now?" He strokes his other hand down your back. "Is the ache gone?"

"Yeah." It was sated for now, but you were still aware of it lingering. "Thank you, Joel."

"I'm glad I could help. And that you came to me." He pats your thigh, signalling you to stand. Your legs are so shakey that you nearly fall and he catches you with a deep chuckle. "Woah, easy. Got you shaken' like a newborn foal." He sits you back on his couch before helping you pull on your clothes again. "You good?"

"I'm good." You tell him, lost in a happy, hazy state of mind. "I'm so good."

"Alright." He brushes the side of your face. "You did so well, I want you to know that." Joel tells you and you nod.

"Can you teach me more tomorrow? I might... I might need help again." You sink into to the cushions of his couch. They were worn but so incredibly comfortable.

"I'll always help you with whatever you need baby." He says solemnly. "Now stay put, I'm gonna get you some water."

[tays-writing]

!nerdjo x reader

Your boyfriend cannot call you a slut without having a full mental breakdown. You make him do it anyway.

cw: NSFW. reluctant dirty talk, blowjob, throat fucking, cum swallowing, humor, fluff & smut.

cr: inkyck on ig

“You’re a fucking little—”

Satoru’s hand flew up to cover his face so fast his glasses nearly went flying. His ears were already red and the rest of him was rapidly catching up.

“Baby, I can’t.” The words came out muffled against his palm in a mortified groan.

Satoru Gojo — top of the physics department, future Nobel hopeful, the guy who still used highlighters color-coded by topic difficulty, and the softest, most hopelessly whipped boyfriend on campus — was currently having a full-blown crisis of character while the most popular girl in three different friend groups sucked his soul out through his dick.

You were on your knees between his spread legs on his dorm bed, lips still wet and shiny, looking up at him with the most devastatingly confident expression a person mid-blowjob could possibly manage. His hard cock rested against your lower lip, twitching traitorously every time you spoke.

You blinked slowly. Then you smiled that same smile that had half the campus wrapped around your finger.

“You can,” you said sweetly, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and bringing the flushed head right to your mouth. You dragged the tip slowly across your tongue, back and forth, tasting the precum that was already beading there. “You’re supposed to be the smartest guy in the whole physics department, Toru. You can manage to say some filth.”

Satoru peeked at you through his fingers. Those impossibly blue eyes were wide behind his slightly askew glasses, looking like a deer about to get absolutely wrecked.

“I— I can do equations in my head,” he muttered. “I cannot call my girlfriend a… a… that.”

His free hand hovered uselessly near your hair, fingers twitching like he wanted to touch but didn’t trust himself not to stroke it gently instead of yank.

“Come on.” You tilted your head so your hair spilled over one shoulder, then leaned in and slowly dragged the flat of your tongue up the underside of his cock from base to tip. “Grab it. Pull a little.”

He made a sound that was half moan, half dying animal. He finally settled his hand in your hair, but the grip was so careful it was basically a caress.

“Satoru.” You frowned at him.

“Fuck— okay, okay— you’re… you’re a very enthusiastic— No. You’re a fucking little—” he started again, determined this time, only for the rest of the sentence to die in a strangled noise when you took just the head into your mouth and sucked hard and slow, eyes locked on his. Your tongue worked under the tip, filthy and deliberate, while your hand stroked the rest of him, slick with spit. You didn’t go deeper. You just kept that tight, wet pressure on the most sensitive part and waited, challenging him to actually follow through.

“—shit. Shit. Baby— that’s not fair, you know I can’t think when you do that.”

You pulled off with a wet, filthy pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to the flushed head of his cock. You rested your chin on his thigh and looked up at him with deliberate, teasing innocence. The kind of look that belonged to someone who knew exactly how good she looked on her knees in a university dorm room, while her boyfriend—the same boyfriend who still got flustered when you sat on his lap—tried desperately not to combust.

“Hair,” you reminded him gently, reaching up to guide his other hand to the back of your head. “And throat. And dirty talk. You promised you’d actually try tonight. Not just panic and call me an angel again.”

“I’m trying, baby, I promise,” he said weakly. His fingers threaded carefully through your hair, more petting than gripping, like he was stroking a particularly beloved cat instead of preparing to fuck your face. The contrast between the careful touch and the way his cock was now fully hard, flushed, and shiny with your spit was almost comical.

“That’s not trying, Satoru,” you said, voice already a little rough. “That’s petting me like I’m some cute plushie. I asked you to grab my hair and fuck my throat. So either do it, or I’m going to keep teasing you until you actually snap.”

“Fuck—fuck, okay—” He was breathing hard now, chest rising and falling under his sweater. “You’re such a—such a good girl, taking me so deep, Christ—wait, that’s soft again. You’re a—you’re a filthy little thing who likes choking on my cock. Is that better? Did that sound okay? It felt weird coming out of my mouth.”

You hummed encouragingly and took him deeper until the head of his cock nudged the back of your throat. His breath hitched into a high, broken sound that was pure Satoru. His fingers tightened in your hair for half a second — real pressure, real grip.

He groaned.

“You’re so good for me. My good girl. You could have anyone and still you’re here, choking on the nerd’s dick. Fuck. That sounded possessive. Is possessive allowed? I feel like possessive is allowed.”

You nodded, sucking him harder.

“Fuck—baby—fuck—” His voice cracked again. “You’re so good. So fucking good for me. Taking every inch like you were made for it. Such a fucking little—slut.”

The second the words left him you moaned around him. Low and real, the vibration going straight through his dick. Your eyes fluttered for a second and you took him deeper on purpose, throat relaxing around the head like you were rewarding him for finally saying it.

Satoru made a broken sound, hips jerking once before he could stop them.

“Oh— fuck— you liked that?” His voice cracked. His fingers finally tightened properly in your hair, not careful anymore. “You— you actually liked that. Shit. Okay. Okay.”

He started moving your head himself.

Not hard at first — still a little hesitant, still clearly fighting himself — but deeper. Steady. Using the grip on your hair to pull you down until your nose brushed his stomach, then letting you up just enough to breathe before doing it again. Every time the head of his cock dragged over the back of your throat you moaned around him, wet and low, and the sound made his hips jerk harder than he meant to.

“Fuck— look at you,” he breathed, voice rough and almost disbelieving. “The same girl everyone stares at in the dining hall and you’re on your knees taking my cock like a fucking slut. Made for this. Made to choke on me.”

You moaned again, louder this time, eyes watering as he pushed deeper. Spit ran down your chin in thick strings. Your thighs pressed together instinctively.

Satoru’s breathing was getting messier by the second.

“You like it when I say that, don’t you?” He thrust a little harder, still not fully rough but no longer careful. “You like being my filthy little thing. Looking up at me with those eyes while I use your throat. Fuck— you’re so wet for this, aren’t you? I can tell. You’re dripping just from having my cock in your mouth.”

You couldn’t answer with words, so you did the next best thing.

Your hand slid down between your legs, under your skirt, and you touched yourself right there on your knees with his dick buried in your throat. The second your fingers found your clit you moaned hard around him — open, desperate, the vibration going straight through his cock — and Satoru completely lost it.

“Oh my god— are you— are you touching yourself?” His voice cracked into something high and wrecked. His grip tightened in your hair and his hips started moving properly now, short, deep thrusts that made wet, filthy sounds every time he bottomed out. “You’re touching yourself while I fuck your throat. Jesus Christ. You’re such a dirty fucking slut. My dirty cockslut. Taking it so well and getting yourself off on it—”

He was babbling now, half dirty talk, half overwhelmed genius who couldn’t process how hot this was. His thrusts got faster, less controlled. You kept rubbing yourself in time with him, fingers slick, moaning every time he pushed deep enough to make you gag.

“Fuck— fuck, baby, I’m— I can’t—” Satoru’s rhythm stuttered hard. “You’re gonna make me come. You’re touching yourself and moaning around my cock and I can’t— shit—”

He shoved deep one last time and held you there, cock pulsing hard against your tongue as he came down your throat with a broken, high sound that was pure Satoru. Thick pulses of come that you swallowed around him while your own orgasm hit almost at the same time — sharp and sudden, thighs shaking, a long muffled moan vibrating around his cock while you kept rubbing yourself through it.

Satoru finally loosened his grip like he’d just woken up from a fever dream. He pulled you off gently, hands shaking, and stared down at you with completely ruined blue eyes — glasses fogged, face scarlet, sweater still on, looking like he’d committed a crime against physics itself.

You licked your lips, still catching your breath, fingers still between your legs.

“…I can’t believe I just did that” he whispered, voice completely gone.

You smiled up at him, wrecked and satisfied.

“You did perfect, Toru.”

He covered his face with both hands and groaned like he was dying.

“I’m never recovering from this. I said ‘slut’ three times,” he whispered, sounding both horrified and oddly proud. “And ‘cockslut.’ And I held you down. I actually held you down on my dick and said filthy things.”

You grinned, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You did. And it was hot.”

“It felt illegal. Like I was violating some fundamental law of the universe.”

“It was requested,” you reminded him. “And you’re getting better. Next time maybe we’ll get past the panic phase faster.”

He laughed, soft and breathless, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with the same careful fingers that had just held you down on his cock.

“I still like calling you baby better” he admitted, voice dropping into that warm, private register that always made your chest ache.

You kissed the tip of his nose. “I know. But I like choking on your cock while you call me a slut.”

Satoru made a wounded noise and buried his face in your neck.

“You’re actually going to kill your soft, nerdy, hopelessly awkward boyfriend with pure filth.”

“That’s the plan,” you said cheerfully, carding your fingers through his ridiculous white hair. “Death by blowjob and slow corruption. Very on-brand for the physics genius who still blushes when I sit on his lap in the library.”

He groaned into your skin, but you could feel him smiling.

“Next time I’ll do better. I promise.”

You believed him.

Even if “better” still sounded a lot like love.

hehe

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[sprigsofhazel]

Cricket

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: pure sweet fluff, meet-cute, affectionate dialogue, implied sexual activity (non-explicit), age gap, older man x younger woman, soft!Joel

Word Count: 1.1k

Notes: Enjoy! If you enjoyed it, please like, reblog or comment, I’d love to hear from you. <3 I've got many more stories in the works! Masterlist ~ AO3 ~ Fic Recs

You stood there looking down at the joint compound in your left hand & the wall spackle in your right, trying to decipher the difference. Not noticing the older man down at the end of the aisle you were in.

A few minutes went by with your brows furrowed & you were still no closer to making a choice between the two as you let out a frustrated sigh. 

“Something I can help you with, darlin’?” A voice said a few feet away from you.

You turned, startled but smiling. “I, uh—yeah, actually—” You looked up, expecting to see a man donning an employee vest. “—you work here?” you asked, noticing he was just in a plain T-shirt & jeans, holding a few items in his hands.

“No,” he said, with a kindness in his eyes. “Just saw you looked a little… perplexed.”

You huffed out a small laugh. “Oh, well… would you possibly be able to tell me the difference between these?” you asked, holding both tubs out towards him.

He stepped closer, squinting down at what you held. “Spackle & joint compound, huh?” He took the one from your left hand.

“They’ll both patch holes, but this one—” he lifted the joint compound slightly—“is what you want if you’re fixin’ somethin’ bigger. Dries smoother, sands easier.”

You nodded, pretending that made perfect sense while your eyes trailed up the line of his arm to where his sleeve strained against his bicep. “Right. Smoother. Easier,” you repeated, slightly distracted. 

You thanked him, but instead of walking away, you kept talking. About how you’d watched three different YouTube videos on patching drywall & were still convinced you were going to end up with a wall that looked like paper mache. About how you’d already been to the store twice that week & somehow forgotten the same thing both times. And about how all you wanted was to hang a few photos, not renovate the damn place.

You could hear yourself rambling, words tripping over each other, but you couldn’t seem to stop. Every nervous habit you had decided to show up all at once. Your laugh was too loud & your hands moved too much.

Meanwhile, he just stood there, calm & unbothered, with a small grin on his face, listening to you fill the silence.

By the time you finally stopped talking, you weren’t entirely sure what you’d said, or if any of it had made sense. He told you everything you’d need for the job that you had explained to him earlier during your meandering, and then gave you a few helpful tips. You thanked him again, & when you finally walked away, your cheeks hurt from smiling. 

As you exited the building, walking out into the parking lot, your purchase swaying in the bag you held, a voice called out from behind you. 

“Hey—”

You turned, already halfway to your car. He was standing just outside the automatic doors, then began walking toward you the moment your eyes met.

“Uh,” he started, a quiet laugh under his breath. “I’s wonderin’ if I could, maybe take you out to dinner sometime.”

You looked at him, the words taking a moment to register. “Dinner?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice softer now, like he wasn’t sure if he was stepping over a line.

He was older than you, by more than a couple of handful of years & he looked so unsure of himself that it made your heart ache a little… the way his hand circled his own wrist, thumb dragging a nervous path along the tendon there. 

For all the confidence he’d had inside the store, there was a shyness to him now, one you hadn’t noticed before. But then again, maybe it’d been there all along, hidden beneath the sound of your own blathering. 

“Dinner,” you repeated again, mostly to buy yourself another moment. Your heartbeat skipping ahead, eager to meet whatever was coming. 

His brow furrowed, looking at you as he started, but then down at the ground. “Ain’t gotta be dinner if you’d rather not. Could be lunch, or coffee, or—uh, actually just forget I asked.”

You shook your head, smiling softly, trying to put him at ease. “No, no—dinner’s good.”

That made him look up again, made his grin come back.

“But,” you added, stepping closer, “you gotta help me.”

He raised an eyebrow, amused. “Help you?”

“Yep,” you said, holding up the bag in your hand. “You take me to dinner, & afterward you have to help me patch up my wall.”

He chuckled. “You drive a hard bargain, sweetheart.”

“Is that a yes?” you smiled.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling back. “It’s a yes.”

_______

Now, a few months later, you still couldn’t believe how easy it was to be with him. Because with Joel, everything was different. He was older, yeah & gruffer, sometimes. But dating him hadn’t been messy & confusing the way it had been with other people. With Joel, it was steady, straightforward & his words lined up with his actions. 

He was also maddeningly handsome, & the sex was earth-shattering. You’d never experienced anything like it. No one had ever made you feel so known & undone all at once. And ever since that first time, neither of you had been able to get enough.

One evening, you were on your back, stretched out on the couch, with your head in his lap, talking away about the day you’d had, when you finally took a breath & closed your mouth.

“Never met anyone who talks as much as you do,” he teased, running his fingers lazily through your hair.

You opened your eyes to look up at him, catching him grinning down at you. 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Didn’t say it was bad. Just sayin’... kinda like the first time I met you, you wouldn’t stop chirpin’.” 

“Chirpin’?” you echoed, laughing.

“Yeah. Like a little cricket.” His thumb brushed along your temple. “Couldn’t get a word in edgewise.”

Your eyes widened as you came to the realization. “That’s why you call me Cricket?”

“Mm-hmm, I ‘member standin’ there just listenin’ to you chirpin’ away, all bright-eyed. Thought to myself, there goes my peace & quiet.”

You grinned, still looking up at him. “And yet, you still ran after me & asked me to dinner.”

Joel huffed a quiet laugh through his nose, hand drifting down to trace the curve of your jaw. “Yeah, I sure did.”

Tilting your head towards his body, cheek resting against his thigh, you closed your eyes, then asked, “You miss the peace & quiet you had before me?”

His fingers slipped back into your hair, starting at your temple, combing through the soft strands just past your ear before curling back out, tracing the same path again & again.

“Nah, I didn’t know what I was really missin’ till you showed up, Cricket. I’d take ‘ur chirpin’ over peace & quiet any day.”

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[fanficlyssa]

Nerdjo x reader

summary: your tutor has a crush on you. maybe a bit more than a crush.

nerd gojo, college campus, nerdjo, student reader, social media, tutoring, mutual crushing, suggestiveness, crush, erection, fem reader, shoko ieiri mention, suguru geto mention, virgin satoru

You were struggling. Each lecture just made you feel disoriented and confused after. You had no set schedule or order when it came to studying, and your grades were starting to show that— which just stressed you out even more. If you kept going at this pace, you’d surely fail the semester.

Which is why Satoru Gojo is— quite literally— the best thing that ever happened to you. You meet him in a library, searching for some textbook your professor mentioned earlier in lecture that day— you didn’t have a clue of what exactly you were even looking for, honestly. Then his tall frame stood over you, immediately startling you.

“Holy shit!” You exclaim, flinching harsly. Those words came out louder than you expected them to. A few students shoot glares at you from various directions and you feel your face get warm in embarrassment.

His eyes widen, realizing he startled you. “Oh gosh, apologies.” his kind voice spoke.

You turn your head, actually getting a good look at him and you’re pleasantly surprised. He doesn’t look scary at all… just… regular. He was standing there, a light smile on his lips. He’s wearing a basic white shirt, light wash jeans fitting loosely around him. A pair of black converse neatly laced. He is noticeably handsome. Taller than you. Muscular. Soft, pink lips. Bright white hair. Big, blue, beautiful eyes innocently wide behind the clear lenses of his glasses. They are pretty. Just like the ocean under sunlight.

“I-I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry. I was just gonna ask if you need help finding anything.” He says, gesturing to the shelf of books you ruined while shuffling through them for at least 5 minutes now. He was watching you across the room the entire time, debating if he should go up to you or not. You furrow your eyebrows, staring at him. He wasn’t a worker here. Why was he trying to help you?

You shake your head, feeling stupid as you look back at the mess you made on the bookshelf. “No, no! I’m fine. Just.. looking around.” You shrug.

You were definitely feeling nervous. His voice was so clear. So sharp. So deep. Everything about him was appealing.

He purses his lips in uncertainty before beginning to speak again. “Really?” he questions.

“Really.” You nod reassuringly.

“Okay.” he responds, calmly. A smile still on his face.

What a strange interaction.

He wasn’t trying to get your number or anything, like most guys would. He seemed like he genuinely wanted to help. Rare. It almost upset you that he didn’t ask for your number. He was so handsome, who wouldn’t want some of that? You scoff and block out your desperate thoughts.

He stands there, waiting for you to speak again. You don’t.

You simply shoot him a quick smile before walking away with your bag slung over your shoulder and your phone in hand. As you walk away you hear a faint “See you around.” spill from his lips. You feel a pang in your chest. Not a negative feeling. Just a feeling.

You then went straight to your dorm, grabbing some of your hygiene products and making your way to the communal showers. You were always grossed out at the idea of sharing showers with other students. Strangers. But you try to make the best out of it. You shower, do your skincare routine, and brush your teeth. You go back to your dorm room, wrapped in a large towel. You then rub some lotion on your legs and arms, slip into an oversized shirt and some shorts, and slump comfortably in bed.

You grab your phone, texting a few friends back and scrolling for a while on social media before finally putting it down and closing your eyes to sleep. As soon as you did so, a buzz disturbed you.

You crack open your eyes, staring at your phone on the nightstand. It was lit. You grab it and notice an Instagram notification.

‘Satoru.Gojo followed you’

Everytime someone requests to follow you, you get a little anxious and check your page to see if you have anything dumb posted. Anything that’d be bad for first impressions. You check your highlights and all of your posts. Nothing silly up right now. Anyway, you barely even post besides random shit on your close friends (which only a few people have access to) and pictures of yourself, food, or aesthetically pleasing scenery.

You check his page before accepting his request. He has 923 followers, 78 following. He seemed to follow other students and a few celebrities here and there. You guys had some common mutuals. You follow him back. His account is public. There are just a few posts. He used to play on his high school basketball team, you notice from his older posts. His recent ones are just pictures from vacations or pictures with his friends. He has no bio. His profile picture is him smiling and posing with some guy wearing a manbun. It didn’t take you long to realize he’s the guy you met earlier in the library. Such distinct and unique features. White hair. Bright blue eyes. How did he manage to find you on here? In his profile picture, he has on a different pair of glasses. They were tinted sunglasses instead of clear ones you saw him wearing earlier. He’s wearing a navy blue sweater with a teddy bear on it. His friend looks annoyed in this picture. He seems to be the one annoying him. You’re pretty sure that friend is Suguru Geto from one of your classes.

You were starting to get a bit nervous. What time is it? You immediately pull down the tab to check the time. 11:24 pm. A bit late to be following people on Instagram.

He immediately sends you a text, only about two minutes after you followed him. You click on it to see what it says.

“Hey, my friend told me you’re struggling with your classes. I was wondering if you would like some help. I’d be happy to help. I’ve tutored other students before.”

You read the message with some butterflies in your stomach before typing up a response. A friend told him about you?

“what friend?” You reply, immediately regretting it. It seems like a cold response to such a kind message.

“Shoko Ieiri. You guys are close, no?” he replies.

You read his text message. Shoko. You met her two years ago. You guys hang out pretty often and you even stayed at her house for christmas break last year. You do remember telling her about how this semester is kicking your ass. She’s close friends with Satoru and that other guy, Suguru.

“oh, right. we are pretty close.”

He reads your message but doesn’t send a response, which leads you to send another message.

“you would tutor me?” You ask.

“Yes.” He replies.

You bite your lip, starting to think. Moneys tight right now. This kid seemed.. pretty rich (based off the various vacations he had up on his instagram) and not ready to waste his time tutoring for a low price.

“that sounds great but i don’t really have the money to pay for it right now. thanks for offering tho.”

You close your phone, feeling disappointed and annoyed. It buzzes again. You raise your eyebrow. He texted.

“Moneys not an issue.”

He’d tutor you for free. What’s he gaining out of that?

“oh, okay. well are you free on wednesday and thursday night? those are the days leading up to my chem exam. friday.”

“Got it. I will call you then.” He says, then sends his phone number, with a little smiling emoji right after.

“okay. thank you! goodnight.” you respond.

“Of course. Sleep well.”

You feel more butterflies in your stomach. Why would he wanna tutor you for free? Could he be interested in you? You shake your head. He probably just wants to do something in his free time— to be helpful.

- - - - - -

Wednesday rolled around quick. You weren’t doing a totally awful job at keeping up with your studies but you definitely needed some help. You sit in your dorm room, staring at the various papers, books and the laptop gleaming infront of you, lighting up the dark atmosphere. You were a bit anxious the whole day— to see him again. Control yourself, you think. It’s only tutoring. Nothing more.

It’s 6:39 pm when he rings your phone. You saved his contact as soon as he gave you his number. You’ve heard his name multiple times around campus from students and even some professors but you never met him personally. He’s pretty popular. Known to be smart, social, and kind. What’s there not to love? Shoko mentions him every now and then. They’re definitely close, but she doesn’t talk about him much.

You pick up his call, speaking first. “Hello?”

He clears his throat. “Hello, I’m at the parking lot.”

You raise an eyebrow. At the parking lot? Why would he be there? You expected to meet him at his dorm or in the library, or even outside in the grass field where some students study occasionally.

You ignore it. He certainly has a reason to be meeting you there. “Okay. I’ll be there.” You tell him. He made an ‘Mhm’ noise of acknowledgement and then hung up.

- - - - - -

After a five minute walk or so, you’re standing in the parking lot, looking around for his car. After a few seconds, you notice him standing outside of his car and calling your name casually— as if you guys are already friends. He’s very welcoming, you have to admit. You walk over to him and he opens the passenger door for you.

The two of you greet eachother, both taking a seat in the car before an awkward silence fills the vehicle. You broke that silence.

“So why are we in your car?” You ask with pure curiosity in your tone, looking up at him.

He grips his steering wheel and looks back at you. At first he’s genuinely confused by your question until he realizes the nature of it. “Oh right. I don’t live on campus. We’re going to my house.” He explains. You nod, a quiet ‘Oh’ coming out of you.

He then gets a good look at you. You look all done up. Light makeup complimenting your features. Your hair is nicely styled. You have simple jewelry on your neck and wrist. You’re wearing a pink skirt and a matching pink tank top. His eyes wandered down to the lace of your white bra sticking out, your pleavage plump. He looks away and swallows, his adams apple bobbing. You don’t notice at all.

His eyes then go down to stare at your plush thighs sitting pretty on the leather car seat. He immediately looks away from you. Feeling like some stupid pervert.

“Um- I live pretty close.” He adds, as he starts his car, pulls out of the parking lot and into the road. It’s a calm drive. The tree leaves swing in the wind. The road empty and silent. The sun is setting, leaving the sky a beautiful orangey pink color, barely any clouds visible.

“So, we’re only going over chemistry, right?” He asks you. You turn to him. His eyes were on the road, but they darted towards you, waiting for your response.

“Yeah, yeah. I need to focus on it for my exam. Today and tomorrow.” You answer. He nods. You sit there thinking before speaking again. “We can do other subjects after this. I definitely need the help.” You joke. He lets out a light chuckle and nods once more.

“Right, of course.” He responds. You smile softly. “I’m not sure how long you’re gonna be tutoring me, though? I.. I don’t wanna waste your time or anything. I’m very grateful for this, obviously. I hope I can get more academically advanced soon so I can get out of your hair.” You blurt out. You watch as his eyebrows furrow, but his eyes don’t leave the road. He shakes his head.

“I don’t mind tutoring you for any amount of time. Really. We can keep going until the end of the semester if you need it.” He replies. “I genuinely don’t mind.” He emphasizes.

You felt your stomach flutter a bit. He was being so kind. A soft ‘Okay’ leaves your lips before you pull out your phone, finding something to do on there so you don’t look so bored.

You feel him glancing at you every now and then. You two don’t say anything to each other the rest of the drive but the atmosphere is calm and comforting.

After a few minutes of driving, he pulls into his driveway. You put your phone in your bag and stare out the car window, at his house. It’s really nice. Big. He steps out of his car and opens the passenger seat— letting you out before you can even do it yourself.

You follow him to his doorstep cluelessy as he turns the keys in the lock. He takes off his slides at the door and makes his way upstairs. You don’t take off your shoes at the door. Your sandals make a clicking noise with each step as you trail behind him.

His house is huge. Stunning kitchen. A spacious living room with a large flat screen TV above the brick fireplace. You follow him into his room. Nobody seems to be home.

His room is neat. Dark bed sheets and multiple pillows decorating his bed. A fluffy blanket neatly folded in the corner. He has a large bathroom in his room and a balcony. Jeez. He has polaroids above his desk, books adoring the shelves and a laptop sitting there unopened. He has a few stuffed animals and unopened figurines in the corner of his room on an isolated shelf. He also has a few lego sets over there too. A huge carpet covered almost all of the wooden tile in his room. His closet doors are shut closed, with an empty laundry basket infront of it.

“You have a nice room.” you complimented, the sunlight from the balcony window shining on you as you speak, causing you to squint a little. You could hear a genuine smile in his voice as he muttered a soft ‘Thank you’. You can’t see him speak. You only saw his back as you were right behind him. You wanted to see him smile. You got butterflies in your stomach every time he did.

He sits down on his king sized bed and pats a spot next to him for you to sit. You kick off your sparky sandals and sit next to him, criss cross apple sauce. He took off his sweater, leaving him in just a tight black shirt and black sweatpants. You stared at his large biceps for a spilt second before looking away immediately. Biting your lip. Control yourself.

As he pulled out all the supplies from his bag, explaining whatever subject he was going over, you couldn’t help but zone out. You never expected to be in such a situation. In Satoru Gojos house. In his room. On his bed. Studying with him.

“Are you listening?” He says, while looking at you— which snaps you out of your thoughts. You immediately dart your eyes up at him.

“Of course. Yeah, yeah I am.” You swallowed. That’s a lie. You had no idea what he was saying just now.

He stares back— raising an eyebrow slightly. He then looks up and down at you. He’s honestly heavily distracted as well. Your skin is just so smooth. Your nails and toes are nicely painted and your cleavage is nice and plump. And your skirt is just so short. He couldn’t get over it if he tried. The criss cross position you were sitting in didn’t make it any better for him. He swears he can see your panties under that skirt. It’s in his head more than he’d like it to be. Suddenly the room feels hot and each word that leaves your lips sounds like music to his ears. He was anticipating you talking a little more. He’s craving it. He avoids eye contact with you as he continues to go over the topic, this time with stuttering and nervousness in his tone.

You listen to him attentively now, not wanting to be caught in a daze again. The nervous tone of his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you. He stutters literally every time you guys make eye contact. You listen to him speak for a minute before eventually interrupting him.

“Hey, are you.. like okay?” You ask, genuinely concerned.

“Huh?” He whines, unexpectedly.

Your eyes widen.

His eyes widen.

Why did he just whine?

Oh.

He’s hard. He makes it painfully obvious. His eyes mistakenly dart to his own crotch area as soon as you speak to him. Like an idiot.

You notice the slight bulge through the thick fabric of his pants. He notices you notice. You notice he notices you noticed. He notices you notice he noticed you noticed.

He starts to freak out, hands getting sweaty and clammy. Forehead tense.

“Um, h-hold on.. excuse me.” He mumbles before getting up to go to his bathroom and immediately shutting the door. You sit on his bed, absolutely dumbfounded. He was hard? From.. explaining chemistry? Why? Did he have a crush on you this whole time? Did he ask to tutor you to get you in his room and…

Your thoughts trail.

- - - - - -

Meanwhile, Satoru is having a mini meltdown in that bathroom. Why does he have to be so bad at controlling himself— he thought. Pull it together. He doesn’t know why he agreed to do this, knowing he has a raging crush on you. He has for a while now. He notices you on campus. At the cafe, at the gym, in the hallways, in the food court, literally everywhere. He stalks your instagram like it’s his religion. He blushes every time Shoko mentions you in conversation. This was his chance to get at you and be some sort of help towards you and now he’s totally ruining it with his pathetic fucking erection.

“Fuck.” He whispers under his breath, trying to tuck his dick into his waistband in a way that it doesn’t show. He knew there was no chance of it going down. At all. Not while you were wearing that tiny ass skirt. He takes a few deep breaths before walking back out. Casually. Well, as casual as one can be in that situation. Satoru is not one to get super nervous like this. He’s not a loser, is he??? He’s not some weird pathetic nerd either.. right???

Eventually, he walks out of his bathroom. He sits back down a little further away from you than he was before. “Apologies. Where was I?” He asks, clearing his throat. He’s uncomfortably shifting, like, every second now as he begins to ramble on again about chemistry. He’s really trying his hardest to help you— No— help himself. Help himself not look like a desperate, touch starved dumbass infront of the girl he likes.

That’s exactly what he feels like. A desperate, touch starved dumbass.

You could hear the shakiness in his tone. Anyone could. At this point, a deaf person could.

You put your hand on his and he goes completely silent, his eyes widening bigger than planets.

“Um.. Satoru, do you like me?”

He swallows, his adams apple bobbing in his throat. “W-what?”

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let me know if i should do a part 2 and any tips or thoughts u have! reblogs, comments, and likes are very very very appreciated. thank you for reading! we love nerdjo around here lol

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cw/ themes: nerdjo x f!reader, humanities major reader, STEM major gojo, mean gojo, satoru has a HUGE ego, satoru loves berating reader, mathematics tw, academic stress, power dynamics, satoru becomes a softie, calorie counting, sexually suggestive, fïngering, degradation, (sorta) enemies to lovers, suguru mentioned, wc: 5.8k based on this writing request ~

“How many times do I have to tell you - you DON’T have to expand the exponentials each time! Just use the same-base product rule!” Your freshly hired tutor yelled, slamming his hands on your flimsy dorm room table in frustration.

“You can be less mean about it–” You said, feeling anxious from how commanding and ruthless he was.

“I mean – seriously? You’re asking me to be less mean when it’s not getting through your thick head? This is shit that you should’ve learned in high school?!” He continued, his hand running through his disheveled white hair with a scowl on his face.

“Listen. That’s the reason I hired you. I wasn’t good at math. I just need to fucking pass this summer elective, okay?” You looked down, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to roll down your cheeks any moment.

“Even if I doubled my hourly rate, it won’t be enough to tolerate your stupidity.” He scoffed, standing up from the wobbly chair to walk around your room to cool his temper down.

“Please, Satoru. Just this once. I promise once I get my second midterm grades up, I won’t be bothering you too much anymore. I need to pass.” You pleaded, standing up yourself to circle him.

“Fine. But you need to book me more regularly. Because clearly, your self-practice isn’t enough to understand the bare basics of algebra, let alone calculus.”

“Yes, sir.”

—

When you tanked your first midterm for Calculus 1, you had no choice but to seek help from someone else. Going to your professor led you to connect with tutors, who had previously taken the course and were now Teaching Assistants. Scrolling through the tutoring portal, you kept seeing a name pop up again and again - Satoru Gojo, a senior student in Mechanical Engineering with 400 reviews, all rated above 4.5 stars. But his hourly rate made you shiver. $50 for ONE hour. That was insane. Surely, he can’t be that good?

But what could you do? With your scholarship on the line and your friends unable to help much, since they were also humanities majors like you, you decided to use the income from your 2nd part-time job to pay for the tutor temporarily.

As a bioethics major that technically put you under the humanities and social sciences department, you thought you’d escaped the mumbo jumbo of numbers and illogical theorems to focus on more concrete ideas involving ethical theories, rights of patients, laws and health policies, while still being somewhat related to the field of ‘science’. That had made your family of doctors somewhat okay with your decision, as you were the sole member to express your disinterest with dealing with the stress of *actually* being a STEM major who’d be forced to take random math courses. Yes, you hated math that*much.

But as cruel fate was, during the middle of your degree, you were informed that you’d have to take at least 1 ‘technical’ elective to meet all your course credits. Looking through the list, you realized you’d take the lowest level of math being offered, which was Calculus I. Shouldn’t be that hard, right? You were gravely mistaken. Because with what confidence you’d solved problems soon vanished when you saw a shining ‘F’ and ‘meet me before midterm 2’ in your e-mail inbox.

—

You sat waiting in the STEM library on campus for your third session, 15 minutes too late, before Satoru showed up, panting and breathless with thin beads of sweat on his brows, with his headphones hung across his neck.

“Shit, sorry. Was stuck in office hours for a course I’m TAing for.” He flung his backpack on the chair next to him and scrambled to take out his teaching notes that were scattered in his folder. He was so old-fashioned – he preferred writing on paper and had openly expressed his disinterest towards using your iPad for teaching, because he believed paper was the best for retaining information.

“That’s alright. Bought you an iced matcha, by the way.” You smiled, pushing the drink that was trickling with droplets of condensation from the extreme summer heat.

“I don’t drink that sugary shit. Kills my gains.” He muttered, unenthusiastically pushing the drink away.

Gee, thanks. He’s such an asshole.

Satoru was clearly very intelligent. From his description alone, it had seemed that he was one of those typical, lanky, skinny nerds who have extremely pathetic communication skills. Imagine your surprise when he showed up with a backpack covered in band stickers, a side labret lip piercing, and a physique that would make sorority girls sprint to have one night with him. It didn’t make sense; how he found time to study, tutor, be a teaching assistant, and somehow still have a killer, lean and muscular build. It had made you mad when you first saw him, because years in the gym couldn't have gotten you to look as good as he did.

And his personality matched up to his appearance. As if attractive guys weren’t cocky enough, he was beauty with brains, and he was very, very aware of it. He was very sure of himself and very confident with his words – something that made you slightly fearful of him during your first couple of teaching sessions with him.

You weren’t shy, per se, but your confidence would never match up to someone like him. He’s the kind of person who has everything going on for him – like a protagonist of a popular rom-com movie who gets the girl and gets into Harvard.

“Are you listening?” He tilted his head to meet your line of vision, which was focused on his veiny hands, tapping the red pen against your assigned homework.

“Uh… yes–sorry, you were saying…I forgot the signs for my trigonometric integrals?” You quickly darted your eyes away to focus on the line he’d underlined boldly.

“Yeah. Keep a lookout for the csc/cot and sin/cos conversions. The signs flip for both differentiation and integration.” He insistently circled the formulas. “It’s basically mugging up this stuff. Or scribbling it in your exam aid sheet. This isn’t even covering the combinations that we’ll have to cover by teaching you the integration by parts rules.”

“Understood,” you nodded, all knowingly, while your brain scrambled to understand the logic behind why the signs flipped.

“Don’t pretend to understand. Here, look–” he grabbed your hand and traced it along a sinusoidal curve he’d drawn that looked like the logo of Arctic Monkeys.

“The sine wave goes up fastest at 𝑥=0, where its slope is 1, matching cos(0)=1. They’re reversed.” His calloused hand still gripping yours, making you draw your index finger up and down the slopes. 

Your stomach did the thing from his touch, butterflies making you feel slightly light-headed. It’s probably because I skipped lunch, you lied to yourself.

Before you could question your sanity, he withdrew his hand to grab the iced matcha that was super diluted now to bring it to his mouth as he took a careful sip.

“Wait, this ain’t half bad.” He said, his eyes widening from the taste, as he smacked his mouth to taste it better.

“Knew it. I’ll get you the sugar-free syrup next time.”

“You better. Owe me food for tolerating your dumbness, too, btw.” He smirked, sliding his notes to you while he zipped his backpack shut after the lesson you both had.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“No, sweetheart. Tomorrow’s Friday, and I do happen to have a life,” he chuckled, his hand on his hip in a sassy manner.

“But my midterm is on Tuesday. I’ve hardly any days left…” Your eyes widened in horror, scared you’d fail again this time.

“I’ll tell you what – if you’re open to it, swing by my room on Saturday morning, and we can have a couple of back-to-back revision sessions for what we’ve learned and solved so far, yeah?”

“But I don’t know where your dorm room is?” You asked, with a quizzical expression.

“Phones exist for a reason, airhead. Just text me before you plan to visit, yeah?”

—

You’d spent the rest of your evening going through Satoru’s formulae and notes that he’d neatly arranged in a format that was easy to grasp. For so much that he had on his plate, his neat handwriting was unexpected to say the least.

But your mind kept drifting to the moment he held your hand, and how his grip had left you feeling funny. Maybe it was because of how touch-deprived you were these past couple of months trying to focus on academia, you decided.

But he also used words that were way too personal to use on a tutee… Sweetheart? Wait. No. Scratch that. He rolled his eyes when he used the word of condescension. Of course it was used to belittle you. As if you were a dumb child whose brain was still developing.

Before you could spiral into your overthinking when you should be focusing on your study prep, your phone buzzed 3 consecutive times.

Unknown number: it’s satoru. the south hall dorms btw. 2247 Unknown number: oh and don’t forget the matcha on saturday  Unknown number: stop overthinking your grades and study, or else i’ll make you do practice problems till your eyes bleed You: how’d you find my number? Gojo: oh my god. keep up. your tutee profile on the school portal had it. You: good. i almost took you for a creep. Gojo: and bring snacks. i was serious about the food thing.

Fatass.

—

You woke up Saturday morning drenched in sweat from the intense heatwave that was doing numbers on your body. The heat was so oppressive, you were wondering if making a run solely for Satoru’s iced matcha (yes, sugar-free this time) and a bag of chips was worth it at all. Just to pass a course you shouldn’t have taken to begin with.

Knock.

Nothing.

Knock. Knock.

“Bro, can’t you fucking wait till I take my shower—” the door swung open as Satoru stood there, shirtless, glistening contours of muscles, wet hair, a towel hanging dangerously low on his waist, and a look of pure horror on his face, making you swallow a lump forming in your throat.

“Shit. Sorry. Thought you were Sugu–uh… my roommate.” He stuttered.

“No–I’M sorry. Should’ve shown up later, I’ll just wait outside–” 

“No. It’s my fault. Woke up drunk like an idiot and delayed my schedule. Sit at my desk? I’ll get dressed in a jiffy in the washroom.”

Before you could protest, he’d already pushed down the door stopper to let you in and sprinted to the washroom inside the room. You walked inside the room to see 2 desks and 2 beds, trying to inspect the owners. 1 of the beds had bright purple sheets and a cozy purple, fluffy blanket, and above the headboard, the wall was covered in band posters and anime characters. You presumed it was Satoru’s side of the room, since his roommate’s was a stark contrast with navy blue bedding, and tiny plants neatly covering the periphery of the bed frame. ‘Toru is definitely not the type to care about having a serene space to doze off to, you thought. 

His desk was a mess, unlike his neatly tucked sheets and bedding. Notes from courses, sheets scattered across the wooden desk, a random monitor that was holding on for dear life flashing dead pixels, and more than 10 cans of Redbull and Monster. Your eyes drifted to a single pictured frame of Satoru and presumably his parents, where teenage him looked extremely different from how he did now (besides the nerdy glasses). He was visibly thinner, his face somehow chubbier with stray pubescent hairs on his chin, braces, and his posture was underconfident as he slouched to avoid facing the camera. 

"You're staring." Satoru's voice crept up from behind you, amused. "Never seen a guy’s room before?"

“I…no. Was just observing how you actually looked like a nerd.”

“Yeah, yeah — I know how shocked you are,” he continued, "I was fifteen. Had the whole sitting-at-home-to-game-for-12-hours-and-avoid-people thing going on. It was tragic."

"I can't imagine you being anything but insufferably confident."

"Confidence is learned, sweetheart." He finally glanced at you, something softer in his expression now. "The math came easy. The rest took work."

“The rest?”

“Yes, sweets. No one comes out of the womb with a six-pack and piercings. I worked hard to look the way I do now.” He plucked the matcha from your hand and took a long sip, droplets of water dripping down his brows from his wet, washed hair. “This tastes acceptable. You’re excused for unprofessionally snooping around your tutor’s room.”

“You can’t call it snooping if I was just taking in the surroundings of a new place you invited me into!” You set the chips on his desk. “Although, Satoru, I must say, your room is relatively cleaner than I’d imagine.”

He settled into his desk chair, spinning to face you. “Surely you’re being sarcastic.”, he said, rolling his eyes, pointing to the mess on his desk.

You opened your mouth to reassure him that you’d seen messier workspaces before, but he was already pulling out his notes, the energy shifting into something more focused. His demeanor changed when he was about to teach, the cocky smirk fading into something concentrated and serious.

"Alright. We're doing integration by parts today, and I'm not leaving this room until you understand it." He pulled a chair up beside his desk, patting the seat. "Sit. And actually pay attention this time."

—

Two hours later, you were both sprawled on his floor, your notes scattered between you like fallen autumn leaves. The integration by parts formula was finally starting to make sense (or at least you could recognize it when you saw it), which felt like progress.

"I think I'm getting it," you said, staring at the popcorn ceiling. 

"I can tell. You have a very expressive face. It's actually kind of convenient for teaching… I can see exactly when you're understanding something and when you’re not." His face leaned way too close to your face to take in your expressions, as the strong smell of his freshly, fruity shampooed hair assaulted your nostrils.

Your cheeks flushed. "That's not.. I'm not that obvious."

"You literally just made that cute little annoyed face." He mimicked your expression, comically widening his eyes and slackening his jaw with exaggeration. "The 'oh no, he's using math words again' face."

"I do NOT look like that." You insisted, looking away to avoid the slight flush on your face from being obvious.

"You absolutely do. It's adorable, actually. In a pathetic sort of way."

A moment of silence stretched between you, comfortable and strange. You'd expected him to be insufferable all morning, berating you. Instead, he'd been relatively patient (well, patient for Satoru meant he'd only called you an idiot three times instead of ten). But the sweet terms of endearment seemed out of character for him. 

“Can we take a break now? It’s been more than 2 hours.”

"Okay," he said, fixing his posture. "One more practice problem. If you get it right, I owe you lunch, and if it’s wrong, you’re paying."

"Bold of you to assume I'm paying for anything after your hefty prices." But he was reaching for his notes, already scribbling down a problem. "Fine. I’ll sprinkle in some free sessions, but you’ll have to continue working with me after your midterm."

"That's not a fair trade. You’re basically asking me to keep you as your tutor until the finals so that you get paid more!"

"Life's not fair, sweetheart. By the looks of how it’s going, don’t you think you’ll need more help if you don’t pass the 2nd midterm?"

You snatched the paper from his hand, determination settling in your chest. "Give me five minutes. I’m not going to promise going broke over a tutor I unwillingly hire."

He watched you work, and you could feel his gaze on you – not judgmental, but curious. You ignored it, focusing on the problem, working through the steps he'd drilled into you.

When you finished, you looked up, anticipating under “idiot”. "Well?"

His crystal eyes scanned your work, and for a long moment, he said nothing. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face, which was completely disarming.

"Holy shit," he said. "You actually got it right."

"SERIOUSLY?"

"You got it right." He was laughing now, shaking his head. "After two hours. I'm genuinely impressed."

Your face broke into a smile so wide it almost hurt. "I did?"

"Yeah, dumbass. You did." He reached over and ruffled your hair like a pet with his long, delicate fingers, the gesture surprisingly fond. "Now let's go get food. I'm starving, and you owe me."

"I don't owe you shit. The deal was you pay if I get it right.”

"If I’m paying for a meal, it’s going to be called a ‘date’, sweets." He tilted his head to smirk at you.

“You and your ego again.”

“I don’t spoil my students like this. You should be grateful, dumbass.” And there he was berating you again.

—

“So,” you said, waving the chopsticks in your hand, “What hobbies do you have besides insulting your tutees and academia?”

“Pfft. There you go again”, he rolled his eyes while mixing the wasabi in his bowl of soy sauce, “Playing pool with friends, um… rock climbing, going to concerts.” 

“Rockclimbing? That explains why you're so lean.” 

Oops. Didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“So you’ve been staring, huh?” he chuckled, shoving the last salmon sushi in his mouth before you’d have a chance. “Tutees shouldn’t be thinking about their tutor’s physique.”

“And tutors should also not start a study session shirtless.” You argued, logically.

“Oh please. I saw how your eyes were all over my body in the mere seconds I opened the door. You were pathetically obvious. With your easy-to-read face.”

Caught. Let me play it off. Can’t let this asshole think I’m into him or something.

“I was looking because I felt pity for how skinny you looked. Go ahead, order another sushi roll. You’ll practically fly away. I’ll pay.” You joked.

“You’re telling me you were looking at me out of pity?” He’d latched onto your comment about his physique.

“Absolutely.” You stole a piece of the dynamite roll before he did. “You’re clearly surviving on energy drinks and no real food. As your tutee, I feel a moral obligation to intervene.”

“I’m on a cut, actually. I need to calculate my macros.”

“Seriously. How much of a nerd are you? Measuring your food too?”

He grinned. "I calculate everything precisely. It's what makes me superior to you in every way."

"In every way?" You raised an eyebrow. "Pretty sure I could out-argue you on any ethical dilemma. You'd be lost within five minutes."

"Try me."

"Okay." You set down your chopsticks, considering. "A terminally ill patient refuses treatment that would extend their life by 6 months but with severe side effects. The family wants you to override the patient's decision. What do you do?"

Satoru's brow furrowed. "That's not fair. You've been studying this for years."

"Thought you calculated everything?"

"I calculate numbers, not..." He gestured vaguely. "Real-life moral scenarios"

"See? Superior in every way, my ass."

"Your ass is pretty superior, actually."

You choked on your tea. "Excuse me?"

"I said your ass is–" He was grinning now, insufferably. "What? I'm just being honest. You have a great ass. It's a scientific observation."

"You're... something," you answered, trying to ignore the heat between your thighs.

He reached across the table and stole your last piece of sushi. "And yet, you're still here. Still laughing. Eating on my dime." He paused, his expression softening just a bit. "Still making me want to be less of an asshole."

"You're doing a terrible job at that, by the way."

—

"Okay," Satoru said, settling onto the floor and patting the spot beside him as you continued your post-lunch study session. "We're doing practice papers until you can do them in your sleep. No excuses."

You settled beside him, close enough that you could smell his cologne this time that made your brain feel fuzzy. You tried to focus on the worksheet he was sliding toward you, but your eyes kept drifting to his veiny hands, again.

He glanced at you, one eyebrow raised. "My hands, right? You have a thing for them."

"I do not. I was just seeing your Chrome Hearts rings. Seriously, how much do you even make to buy that?"

"A lot." He was grinning.

Your cheeks burned. "Can we just focus? Please?"

"Fine, fine." He held up his hands in mock surrender. “Funny how you like my hands after calling me skinny.”

—

Twenty minutes in, you were actually starting to feel good. The rules were making sense. The answers were coming together. You'd even managed to solve a chain rule problem without his help.

He leaned in to demonstrate, his shoulder pressing against yours. The warmth of him seeped through your bare shoulder, and you found yourself holding your breath.

"See the pattern here?" He was pointing at the problem, but you weren't looking at the paper. You were looking at his face now, the sharp line of his jaw, the way his pink lips moved as he explained.

"You're not listening," he said, but his voice was softer now.

"I am," you lied.

"No, you're not." He turned to look at you, and suddenly you were face to face. "You're doing the thing again."

"What thing?"

His voice dropped lower. "It's okay. I don't mind."

You should have looked away. But you couldn't. His eyes held yours, and there was something in them that made your heart hammer against your chest.

And then he reached up to push a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your skin.

The contact was brief, but it sent a shiver through your entire body. Your breath caught and your skin tingled where he'd touched you. Just as quickly, he pulled his hand back. Like he hadn't meant to do it.

"Sorry," he muttered, looking away. "Your hair was in the way of the problem sheet."

"It's fine," you said, but your voice came out too loud, as if you were guilty.

He cleared his throat and turned back to the worksheet. "Anyway. The pattern. It's a chain rule with a trig function inside. You have to–"

But you weren't listening anymore.

"Satoru?" you said softly.

"Yeah?" He still wasn't looking at you.

"I-um…" You swallowed. "I think I should go now."

He looked up then, his brow furrowed. "Hmm?"

You stood up too quickly, your legs wobbly. "I just… I think I need to practice on my own for a bit. Before the midterm. Get my bearings."

He studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he nodded slowly. "Okay. Whatever you need."

You gathered your things, your hands shaking slightly. He walked you to the door, his hands in his pockets.

"Same time next week, after midterms?" he asked.

"I'll text you. After the midterm. Let you know how it went."

"Whatever's going on in that head of yours isn’t as important as your grades, hmm? Focus on that, yeah?” 

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

—

The walk back to your dorm was a blur. You replayed the moment over and over: his fingers on your skin, the way your heart had stopped, the way you'd fled like a coward.

It's nothing, you told yourself. He's just a flirt. That's what he does. It doesn't mean anything.

—

Tuesday morning arrived sooner than you’d like, your stomach feeling nauseous. You'd barely slept, spending most of the night tossing and turning while your brain cycled through integration formulae… and the memory of Satoru’s fingers on your skin.

Your phone buzzed as you walked to the exam hall.

Gojo: you're going to crush it. go through the trig identities. double-check signs. Breathe. Gojo: also, i’m stealing that jacket. It looks way too comfy. 

You stopped walking, whipping your head around to look around, only to find a man jumping like a happy pup from the top floor of the STEM building, phone in hand. Even from this distance, you could see his grin.

Me: you're insane. Gojo: you're going to pass. go get 'em, sweets.

You pocketed your phone, shaking your head, and walked into the exam hall with a smile on your face.

—

The exam wasn’t too bad. Two hours of the exact type of problems your tutor had made you practice showed up. Sure, some of them you’re sure you miscalculated. But you were confident it couldn’t have been as bad as last time. Satoru's voice echoed in your head as you solved through each question: “Breathe, check your signs, you've got this”

—

The results came back 3 days later.

Grades are now available. Your grade for Calculus I Midterm 2 is: B.

You stared at the screen. Read it again. And again.

"B?" you whispered. "I got a B?!"

You grabbed your phone, almost dropping it in excitement.

Me: I GOT A B Me: SATORU I ACTUALLY DID IT Me: I'M GOING TO CRY

You didn't even wait for a reply to his text and called him.

He answered on the first ring. "Told you. You're welcome, by the way."

"I got a B," you said, your voice cracking. "Satoru, I got a B."

"I know. I read your texts. Relax. I was hoping you’d get a B+ at least."

"Shut up. I'm having a moment."

He laughed, a deep chuckle. "Okay, okay. I'm proud of you. For real. You worked your ass off."

"Thank you. For everything. I couldn't have done it without you. Although you were very mean throughout."

"Flattery? What alternative universe am I in?" A pause. "So. Final exam prep starts next week. Same time?"

"Actually… Can we start sooner?"

"Sooner?"

"I want to keep seeing you. For sessions, I mean–" You winced at your own words. "I want to make sure I don't slip back with the new material. You're… a good tutor. Even if you're an asshole."

"You think I'm a good tut–"

"DON’T let it go to your head."

"Too late. It's already there." 

A pause.

"Same time Saturday? My room?"

"Saturday works."

"I'll treat you with coffee this time."

“You better.”

—

And so it went.

Saturday sessions became a ritual. Twice a week. Then three times, whenever his schedule allowed. The tutoring became secondary to the time spent together with each other. The banter, the teasing, the getting-to-know-each-other, the way he'd say “good girl” when you got a problem right.

You'd text him at odd hours, and he'd always respond. He'd send you stupid memes about calculus, and sometimes random things that made you snort as you lay in bed at night. He'd show up to sessions each time with *your* favourite coffee order he influenced you on; a salted iced caramel latte. 

Somewhere along the way, you both knew that the line between tutor and something ‘more’ began to blur.

—

It was nearly midnight that evening, and you were still in his dorm room. The session had started at seven, but neither of you had noticed the time passing. His roommate was at the library studying for finals, which meant it was just the two of you, only the dim desk lamp illuminating your faces now.

“You know, I was hoping you’d get it wrong so I could insult you.”

"Is that a thing? You like insulting me?"

"Yeah. I love your sad, pathetic face."

You laughed, leaning back on your hands. The movement stretched your cropped top, and you caught his eyes flickering down to the bralette peeking through for just a moment before snapping back to your face.

"Okay," he said, clearing his throat. "Let's do one more question–"

"You know," you interrupted, "for someone who's supposed to be soooooo smart and stoic, you're really bad at hiding your reactions, too, tutor."

His ears went red. "I wasn't–"

"You absolutely were." You leaned in, just a little. "It's okay. I don't mind, either, sweetheart."

The air between you two thickened. He was looking at you differently now, as he was trying to figure out what you’d say next while a pink blush crept across his cheeks.

"Sweetheart?" he said, his voice lower than usual. "What are you doing?"

"I don't know." You were closer now, close enough to see his dilated eyes. "What are you doing?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he reached up, slowly, giving you time to pull away, and caressed your cheek, not pulling his hand back like he previously did. 

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. "Tell me this is a bad idea. And I'll stop."

You should have stopped him.

“I don’t want you to stop, Satoru.”

—

His lips found yours before you could second-guess yourself. The kiss was soft at first, curious and explorative. But when your hands reached the nape of his neck, and you pulled him closer, tangling your fingers in his hair, he deepened it.

You ended up on his bed (somehow) and the next thing you knew, you were beneath him, the weight of his warm and solid body pushing you against his plush pillows.

"Satoru…" you breathed, your hands fisting in his shirt.

"Fuck–I love how you say my name," he murmured against your lips. "I know we shouldn't. But I can't stop…" He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes half-lidded. "I can't pretend anymore. I've been trying. God, I've been trying. But every time you look at me, I can't—"

"Stop talking," you whispered, pulling him back down.

His laugh was breathless against your mouth. "Bossy?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

He did. His hands found the hem of your barely-there shirt, fingers brushing the bare skin of your waist. You shivered at the contact, and he stilled immediately.

"Too fast?" His voice strained.

"No..." You pulled him closer. "Don't stop."

He didn't. The shirt came off. Then his. The dim lamp cast shadows across his chiseled chest, and you traced the lines of his built shoulders, the dip of his collarbone, as he watched you with hooded eyes, begging for more.

"You still think I’m malnourished?" he murmured.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

You kissed him like a hungry animal this time, the touch of his hands raking through your body, and the soft moans and whimpers he made when you pulled him closer.

His mouth found your neck, and you gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair.

"Satoruuu"

"Tell me what you want," he said against your skin. "Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

You couldn't form words as your fogged brain could barely think. All you knew was that you wanted him, and you didn’t want to stop. "I want…" You swallowed, your voice trembling. "I want you."

He lifted his head to look at you, and his smile switched to a smirk. “I knew it, sweets. Since the day you met, that little head of yours was smitten by me.” 

—

His hand slid lower, and you arched into his touch. His fingers hastily slipped below your sweatpants and traced the outline of your sweet little cunt against your soaked underwear.

“Oh, my god. You’re so wet down there…” He whispered, staring into your eyes as his fingers circled slowly around your clit and tight entrance, “We won’t need any lube, my little slut.”

“Satoru!”

“What? I’m being honest…”

Your own hand drifted down his jeans to unbuckle his belt, and the anticipation of what’d come next with the zip! – the sound made your cunt throb. Occasionally, during those sessions where you should’ve been staring at the worksheet and not him, your eyes drifted to the obvious bulge through his jeans, and you’d imagine how big he really was.

But as your hands started slowly fisting his clothed cock under the covers–

Click. The door swung open.

"Satoru, I forgot my—"

Both of you froze.

His roommate stood in the doorway, keys in hand, eyes wide. For a long, agonizing moment, no one moved.

"Fuck I—" Suguru backed away slowly, his face bright red. "I'm just gonna come back later. Much later. Like, tomorrow. Sorry…"

The door slammed shut. Silence.

Satoru dropped his head to your shoulder, his body shaking with suppressed laughter and suppressed desire. "Oh, my god."

"I'm going to die," you said, your face buried in his neck. "I'm going to literally die of embarrassment."

"He's not going to say anything…" Satoru was still giggling. "He's probably going to send me a very long, passive-aggressive text about 'common courtesy' and 'giving him a heads up'."

"That's not funny!"

"It's a little funny."

You hit his chest. "I hate you."

"No, you don't. Not with how wet you are for me right now"

You lifted your head to glare at him. His snowy hair was a sweaty mess. His lips were swollen from kissing you. 

"And your cock is twitching in my grip with how hard you are for me," you giggled.

He grinned. "I know."

—

Your phone buzzed an hour later, after you'd both managed to stop laughing long enough to get dressed and salvage your dignity.

Gojo: so. about what happened. Gojo: i'm not sorry about any of it. Gojo: but i am sorry my roommate has the worst timing in the history of the universe. Me: i'm still processing… Gojo: take your time. i'll be here. and so will my throbbing cock i’m going to tend to myself :( Me: satoru! Gojo: but also, just so you know… i'm not going to pretend that didn't happen. i'm not going to act like i don't want you. Gojo: because i do. i want you. all of you. not just the… sex thing… Me: satoru… Gojo: too much? Me: no. just... give me a second to catch up. this is all happening really fast. Gojo: take all the time you need. Me: thanks. Gojo: goodnight, sweetheart. ik you’re going to finger that pretty cunt to the thought of me ;)) Me: satoru im going to cut your dick off

—

You set the phone down and stared at the ceiling before you’d eventually reach for your bedside drawer vibrator.

Your final was next week. You had so much studying to do. So much to figure out. But right now, all you could think about was the warmth of his hands on your skin, your tutor’s hands, and the way he'd looked at you,  the way he'd said 'I'm yours'… oh god.

You didn't know where this was going. But for the first time, you weren't so scared of getting yelled at by your mean, cocky tutor, or the math problems he’d whisper in your ears.

a/n: proofread once so ik i've made hella mistakes editing this draft but who caressss #fuckit omg he's so mean and bratty, i lowkey think reader could spank some sense into him alsooo, sorry if there's too much math, i wanted it to be realistic! lmk if you'd be open to a part2! likes and reblogs appreciated as always <3 pictures from pinterest: but art tags were @ gojosiloh (?) and @ albdgreen (couldn't find either on Tumblr, lmk!)

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ texts with your tutor Gojo Satoru (nerdjo). PT10

PT1 , PT2 , PT3 , PT4 , PT5 , PT6 , PT7 , PT8 & PT9 here!!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ before you read...

featuring : female!user , nerdjo (aka toru) , geto suguru, fratjo (aka sato), ryomen sukuna, choso kamo, shoko ieiri, utahime iori, some random chick idk.

(implied) pairings : sorority!user x nerdjo

.ᐟ.ᐟ : college AU , swearing , death threats (in a /joke way) , very blunt and kinda rude nerdjo , a bit of fratjo, slowburn , opposites attract, nerdjo HATESSS fraternities & sororities.

(psst.. read authors note at the end pls. thank u <3)

a/n : please take note that I am not sure if this is accurate to how irl fraternities and sororities work, so please do educate me and correct me if I make any mistakes whatsoever while writing this <3

1st taglist 🔖: @ex1acy @mrskamikazekaito @0-kry @hannahzg8 @shamelesslawyerdreamerauthor @engeneforever123 @luvgg3 @je-llly @ghost-noodles @undedin @sugurusdevotedlvr @sweetpapriikaa @nightmarenyxx @danlovestay @raicecakes-and-buldak @yversz @sunnyl1ght @ihe4rtme @jiyoonly @averagetheaterlesbian @celestialhvns @timelylovergirl @gem-xox @wqsrs @syerra67 @shroomyyyy @beepbeepimasheep123 @yvres @nightpoolpink @raccoonlover-11 @gojoful @sanniesfavoriteprincess @crescentmoonnn @snowstriper101 @gojojogo06 @1cckedheart @kaldominusrex @starrgirlarchive @kaidostwin @icantbreatheeazie @looha @rune1920 @kekaekeke @hiidratedd @jnnifrsbdy @lawlietleftpinktoe @satorvsslvt @baboon-milk333 @ellybellylovesryomen

a/n: hahaha guess who's back from her sickbed.... lowkey after getting sick, I had ZERO motivation to write dude it was TORTURE. after reading other people's smau's I'm back in tiptop shape, I fear this series is probably gonna end soon omg thank u to everyone whose been so (not so)patiently waiting for updates, I love u guys🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗 also, the taglist for this series is officially CLOSED, I'm sorry to some of the people I didnt get to put into the taglist.

ノノ very important query, if I did a small written section for the next episode would ygs fw it? lmk in the comments (I'm thinking of writing a dramatic confession or something idk I'm still thinking)

© all rights reserved! please do not steal, imitate, copy, translate or post any of my works anywhere else, I'm ONLY on tumblr. and DO NOT feed my works to ai, I do not use ai for any of my writings so if you support usage of ai or use ai for writing, please click off of my blog. thank you! ^^

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ texts with your tutor Gojo Satoru (nerdjo). PT9

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7 , PT8 & PT10

⊹ ࣪ ˖ before you read... 📖

featuring : female!user , nerdjo (aka toru) , geto suguru, fratjo (aka sato), ryomen sukuna, choso kamo.

(implied) pairings : sorority!user x nerdjo

.ᐟ.ᐟ : college AU , swearing , death threats (in a /joke way) , very blunt and kinda rude nerdjo , a bit of fratjo, slowburn , opposites attract, nerdjo HATESSS fraternities & sororities.

a/n: I'm sorry for the incredibly late update LMAO Tumblr fucking crashed on me FIVE TIMES while trying to post this that I crashed out and had to close my eyes for a bit LMFAOAOAO and I've been stumped with assignments all week that I didn't have the energy to write and post anything... BUT I'M BACK NOW (I think), I'll get to the requests ASAP

1st taglist 🔖: @ex1acy @mrskamikazekaito @0-kry @hannahzg8 @shamelesslawyerdreamerauthor @engeneforever123 @luvgg3 @je-llly @ghost-noodles @undedin @sugurusdevotedlvr @sweetpapriikaa @nightmarenyxx @danlovestay @raicecakes-and-buldak @yversz @sunnyl1ght @ihe4rtme @jiyoonly @averagetheaterlesbian @celestialhvns @timelylovergirl @gem-xox @wqsrs @syerra67 @shroomyyyy @beepbeepimasheep123 @yvres @nightpoolpink @raccoonlover-11 @gojoful @sanniesfavoriteprincess @crescentmoonnn @snowstriper101 @gojojogo06 @1cckedheart @kaldominusrex @starrgirlarchive @kaidostwin @icantbreatheeazie @looha @inumakiiisgf @rune1920 @kekaekeke @hiidratedd @jnnifrsbdy @lawlietleftpinktoe @satorvsslvt @baboon-milk333 @ellybellylovesryomen

© all rights reserved! please do not steal, imitate, copy, translate or post any of my works anywhere else, I'm ONLY on tumblr. and DO NOT feed my works to ai, I do not use ai for any of my writings so if you support usage of ai or use ai for writing, please click off of my blog. thank you! ^^

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ texts with your tutor Gojo Satoru (nerdjo). PT8

PT1 , PT2 , PT3 , PT4 , PT5 , PT6 , PT7 , PT9 PT10

⊹ ࣪ ˖ before you read....📖

featuring : female!user , nerdjo (aka toru) , geto suguru, fratjo (aka sato), utahime iori, shoko ieiri, ryomen sukuna, choso kamo.

(implied) pairings : sorority!user x nerdjo

.ᐟ.ᐟ : college AU , swearing , death threats (in a /joke way) , suggestive jokes kinda, very blunt and kinda rude nerdjo , a bit of fratjo, slowburn , opposites attract, nerdjo HATESSS fraternities & sororities.

a/n : please take note that I am not sure if this is accurate to how irl fraternities and sororities work, so please do educate me and correct me if I make any mistakes whatsoever while writing this <3

a/n: so sorry this came late omg I was supposed to post this last night but low key fell asleep LMAOOO anyways, I feel like this is just a small filler honestly

taglist 🔖 : @ex1acy @mrskamikazekaito @0-kry @hannahzg8 @shamelesslawyerdreamerauthor @engeneforever123 @luvgg3 @je-llly @ghost-noodles @undedin @sugurusdevotedlvr @sweetpapriikaa @nightmarenyxx @danlovestay @raicecakes-and-buldak @yversz @sunnyl1ght @ihe4rtme @jiyoonly @averagetheaterlesbian @celestialhvns @timelylovergirl @gem-xox @wqsrs @syerra67 @shroomyyyy @beepbeepimasheep123 @yvres @nightpoolpink @raccoonlover-11 @gojoful @sanniesfavoriteprincess @crescentmoonnn @snowstriper101 @gojojogo06 @1cckedheart @kaldominusrex @starrgirlarchive @kaidostwin @icantbreatheeazie @looha @inumakiiisgf @rune1920 @kekaekeke @hiidratedd @jnnifrsbdy @lawlietleftpinktoe @satorvsslvt @baboon-milk333 @ellybellylovesryomen (I did NOT know there was a limit to mentions, I'm so sorry to the people who were asked to be tagged LMAO)

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ texts with your tutor Gojo Satoru (nerdjo). PT7

PT1 , PT2 , PT3 , PT4 , PT5 , PT6 , PT8 , PT9 & PT10 here!!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ before you read... 📖

featuring : female!user , nerdjo (aka toru) , geto suguru, fratjo (aka sato) , utahime iori, shoko ieiri, ryomen sukuna, choso kamo, random anon

(implied) pairings : sorority!user x nerdjo

! ! : college AU , swearing , death threats (in a /joke way) , very blunt and kinda rude nerdjo , a bit of fratjo, slowburn , opposites attract, nerdjo HATESSS fraternities & sororities.

a/n : please take note that I am not sure if this is accurate to how irl fraternities and sororities work, so please do educate me and correct me if I make any mistakes whatsoever while writing this <3

taglist 🔖: @ex1acy @mrskamikazekaito @0-kry @hannahzg8 @shamelesslawyerdreamerauthor @engeneforever123 @luvgg3 @je-llly @ghost-noodles @undedin @sugurusdevotedlvr @sweetpapriikaa @nightmarenyxx @danlovestay @raicecakes-and-buldak @yversz @sunnyl1ght @ihe4rtme @jiyoonly @averagetheaterlesbian @celestialhvns @timelylovergirl @gem-xox @wqsrs @syerra67 @shroomyyyy @beepbeepimasheep123 @yvres @nightpoolpink @raccoonlover-11 @gojoful @sanniesfavoriteprincess @crescentmoonnn @snowstriper101 @gojojogo06 @keeponlovingyu @1cckedheart @kaldominusrex @starrgirlarchive @kaidostwin @icantbreatheeazie @looha @inumakiiisgf @rune1920 @kekaekeke

© all rights reserved! please do not steal, imitate, copy, translate or post any of my works anywhere else, I'm ONLY on tumblr. and DO NOT feed my works to ai, I do not use ai for any of my writings so if you support ai slop please kindly click off of my blog. thank you! ^^

dividers credit: @/pixopix !! ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

[rnposluv]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ texts with your tutor Gojo Satoru (nerdjo). PT6

PT1 , PT2 , PT3 , PT4 , PT5 , PT7 , PT8 , PT9 & PT10 here!!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ before you read...

featuring : female!user , nerdjo (aka toru) , geto suguru, fratjo (aka sato)

(implied) pairings : sorority!user x nerdjo

! ! : college AU , swearing , death threats (in a /joke way) , very blunt and kinda rude nerdjo , a bit of fratjo, slowburn , opposites attract, nerdjo HATESSS fraternities & sororities.

a/n : please take note that I am not sure if this is accurate to how irl fraternities and sororities work, so please do educate me and correct me if I make any mistakes whatsoever while writing this <3

a/n: when will this series end? who knows... the slowburn really be slowburning LMAOOOO the drama comes and the plot thickens even more each episode oml

requests are open! feel free to request anything! I'm seriously running out of ideas help TT

taglist 🔖:

@ex1acy @mrskamikazekaito @0-kry @hannahzg8 @shamelesslawyerdreamerauthor @engeneforever123 @luvgg3 @je-llly @ghost-noodles @undedin @sugurusdevotedlvr @sweetpapriikaa @nightmarenyxx @danlovestay @raicecakes-and-buldak @yversz @sunnyl1ght @ihe4rtme @jiyoonly @averagetheaterlesbian @celestialhvns @timelylovergirl @gem-xox @wqsrs @syerra67 @shroomyyyy @beepbeepimasheep123 @yvres @nightpoolpink @raccoonlover-11 @gojoful @sanniesfavoriteprincess @crescentmoonnn @snowstriper101 @gojojogo06 (rlly hope I got everyone)

© all rights reserved! please do not steal, imitate, copy, translate or post any of my works anywhere else, I'm ONLY on tumblr. and DO NOT feed my works to ai, I do not use ai for any of my writings so if you support ai slop please kindly click off of my blog. thank you! ^^

dividers cred: @/pixopix !! ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

[rnposluv]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ texts with your tutor Gojo Satoru (nerdjo). PT5

PT1 , PT2 , PT3 , PT4 , PT6 , PT7 , PT8 , PT9 & PT10 here!!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ before you read.... 📖

featuring : female!user , nerdjo (aka toru) , geto suguru, fratjo (aka sato)

(implied) pairings : sorority!user x nerdjo

! ! : college AU , swearing , death threats (in a /joke way) , very blunt and kinda rude nerdjo , a bit of fratjo, slowburn , opposites attract, nerdjo HATESSS fraternities & sororities. (note: this part is kinda just a filler cuz I'm writing up a bday post for another character heh)

a/n : please take note that I am not sure if this is accurate to how irl fraternities and sororities work, so please do educate me and correct me if I make any mistakes whatsoever while writing this <3

a/n : the twins are constantly at each others throats LMAOOO sorry for keeping u guys waiting, got really busy at school and couldn't find the time to post this😭😭 I'll try to post more during the weekends tho, u can count on that!!

requests are open! send me requests before I run out of ideas please gulps

taglist 🔖: @ex1acy @mrskamikazekaito @0-kry @hannahzg8 @shamelesslawyerdreamerauthor @engeneforever123 @luvgg3 @je-llly @ghost-noodles @undedin @sugurusdevotedlvr @sweetpapriikaa @nightmarenyxx @danlovestay @raicecakes-and-buldak @yversz @sunnyl1ght @ihe4rtme @jiyoonly @averagetheaterlesbian @celestialhvns @timelylovergirl @gem-xox @wqsrs

© all rights reserved! please do not steal, imitate, copy, translate or post any of my works anywhere else, I'm ONLY on tumblr. and DO NOT feed my works to ai, I do not use ai for any of my writings so if you support ai slop please kindly click off of my blog. thank you! ^^

dividers cred: @/pixopix !! ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

[rnposluv]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ texts with your tutor Gojo Satoru (nerdjo). PT4

PT1 , PT2 , PT3 , PT5 , PT6 , PT7 , PT8 , PT9 & PT10 here!!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ before you read.... 📖

featuring : female!user , nerdjo (aka toru) , geto suguru, fratjo (aka sato)

(implied) pairings : sorority!user x nerdjo

! ! : college AU , swearing , death threats (in a /joke way) , very blunt and kinda rude nerdjo , a bit of fratjo, slowburn , opposites attract, nerdjo HATESSS fraternities & sororities.

a/n : please take note that I am not sure if this is accurate to how irl fraternities and sororities work, so please do educate me and correct me if I make any mistakes whatsoever while writing this <3

morning after...⊹ ࣪ ˖

a/n: OUUUU THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGG ahaha... did u guys think this was the end? 👀 there's still a few more parts to this series LMAO and I'm hoping u guys are still invested in this cause I'm so hyped to continue the rest of this !

also, requests are open! if you have any requests dont be shy to drop em on me heh...

taglist 🔖 : @ex1acy @mrskamikazekaito @0-kry @hannahzg8 @shamelesslawyerdreamerauthor @engeneforever123 @luvgg3 @je-llly @ghost-noodles @undedin @sugurusdevotedlvr @sweetpapriikaa @nightmarenyxx @danlovestay @raicecakes-and-buldak @yversz @sunnyl1ght @ihe4rtme @jiyoonly @averagetheaterlesbian @celestialhvns @timelylovergirl @gem-xox @wqsrs

© all rights reserved! please do not steal, imitate, copy, translate or post any of my works anywhere else, I'm ONLY on tumblr. and DO NOT feed my works to ai, I do not use ai for any of my writings so if you support ai slop please kindly click off of my blog. thank you! ^^

dividers cred: @/pixopix !! ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

[rnposluv]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ texts with your tutor Gojo Satoru (nerdjo). PT3

PT 1 , PT 2 , PT4 , PT5 , PT6 , PT7 , PT8 , PT9 & PT10 here!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ before you read.... 📖

featuring : female!user , nerdjo (aka toru) , geto suguru, fratjo (aka sato)

(implied) pairings : sorority!user x nerdjo

! ! : college AU , swearing , death threats (in a /joke way) , very blunt and kinda rude nerdjo , a bit of fratjo, slowburn , opposites attract, nerdjo HATESSS fraternities & sororities.

a/n : please take note that I am not sure if this is accurate to how irl fraternities and sororities work, so please do educate me and correct me if I make any mistakes whatsoever while writing this <3

a/n: sorry this took like a hot minute BUT WE'RE BACKKKUHHH it's all coming together now heh... prepare yourselves

also cough cough requests are opened if anyone wants to request smaus, oneshots or anything else ahahaha hmu

taglist🔖 : @mrskamikazekaito @0-kry @hannahzg8 @shamelesslawyerdreamerauthor @engeneforever123 @luvgg3 @je-llly @ghost-noodles @undedinside @sugurusdevotedlvr @sweetpapriikaa @nightmarenyxx @danlovestay @raicecakes-and-buldak @yversz @sunnyl1ght

© all rights reserved! please do not steal, imitate, copy, translate or post any of my works anywhere else, I'm ONLY on tumblr. and DO NOT feed my works to ai, I do not use ai for any of my writings so if you support ai slop please kindly click off of my blog. thank you! ^^

dividers by: @/pixopix !! ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡