𐔌·˚ 𝄞 Everybody Loves Somebody ᥫ᭡ post shinjuku gojo x jazz singer f!reader
︵‿ ♪ "Everybody loves somebody sometime..."
An ivory haired man sits in the cosy back corner of a dimly lit jazz bar. His chin is propped in his hand, a private smile resting comfortably on his lips as the soft hum of music fills the air.
His bright blue eyes carry the weight of a lifetime, where the echoes of youth, scars of battle, and quiet traces of grief have lingered in silence. But in this moment, they are muted and submerged beneath a newer, deeper feeling.
His gaze is anchored on you; the graceful sway of your figure as you sing into the mic, your voice rising like a warm current, wrapping the room in a delicate spell and drawing every listener in.
︵‿ ♪ "And although my dream was overdue..."
As his mind drifts, a fond memory tugs at him. The day of your first anniversary, where you led him back to your shared apartment with a shrug, putting on your favourite vinyl record to set the atmosphere while you improvised a meal.
By the time the dishes were set on the table, the date you had been planning for months—ruined by bad weather—was already long out of your minds.
You laughed and chatted just as you would have if the day had gone as expected, sang and danced as much as you pleased in the privacy of your own living room, before snoozing off into peaceful slumber, engulfed in one another's arms, as you wouldn't have been if you'd had to journey a tiresome way back home.
Because that was how you made life feel... like nothing that went wrong truly mattered. Where once there were doubts and frustrations, you showed him that sometimes the best thing to do was to simply let go.
"What's happened has happened, and there is no reason to hold on to it. Process the feeling, but don't let it linger." Your words stuck with him, like a calm breeze ready to blow away any stress he should feel. "... remember, we've got countless days ahead of us."
︵‿ ♪ "Your love made it well worth waiting..."
Before you, life had been a neverending maze. The weight of responsibilities, expectations, and of being the strongest persistently chasing him through it. You found him there admist the chaos and gently guided him out, aiding him with the kindness and understanding he never knew he needed so badly.
You finally catch his gaze for the first time this evening, sending him a wink. Your eyes like crescents and lips curved up into the most breathtaking smile.
Here he is at your show, after saying he wasn't sure he'd be able to make it, rushing through — or rather plainly ignoring — whatever workload was unfortunate enough to have been placed in his care so that he could be there for your special night.
He watches you in silence, grinning proudly. Perhaps he looks a bit ominous, sitting alone in the shadows like some cartoon villain, possibly plotting how he might whisk this stunning jazz singer away to his secret lair.
But he is no villain and owns no lair. He's merely a fool, helplessly smitten by love. And what more is there to adore than the woman — radiant and enchanting — singing joyously on stage before him?
The woman who gave his life meaning again, who made his troubles feel like nothing more than small fragments of the past that he no longer has to carry. The one who claimed his heart in its entirety—you.
︵‿ ♪ "For someone… like you!"
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random set of facts about football's golden boy, satoru gojo! nsfw,fluff&crack ⸝⸝ find more here!
footballer!gojo, who made his professional debut at the ripe age of seventeen, in which he scored a header and gave himself a nosebleed from celebrating into the goal post.
footballer!gojo, who, apart from football, is a huge sports nerd in general. ask him about anything from darts to synchronised swimming, and you’ll get a historical breakdown, complete with obscure trivia, and an unexpected 15 minute detour that somehow ends in 1885 with absolutely no return to the original point.
footballer!gojo, who enjoys fucking you doggy style while you're wearing nothing but his jersey. he loves having both the view of his name and number on your back along with his girthyyy cock ramming deliciously into your squelching pussy.
footballer!gojo, who also enjoys having you ride him, especially if you're completely naked with just his medals around your neck, dangling in front of your tits and his face. when you start complaining about a neck ache, he'll flip you over and fold you in half with no hesitation.
footballer!gojo, who spent two out of his three minute ballon d'or acceptance speech rambling about you.
"and i'd like to say thank you to my girlfriend, of course. i mean, obviously. you've been there with me through the best games, the bad ones, the injuries, the… moods. thank you for putting up with me and my... 'shenanigans', and uhhh, for never letting me get too full of myself. or too miserable. you really mean the absolute world to me... more than any of this ever could—" he squints at the front row seats. "ohh. she's mouthing at me to stop."
footballer!gojo, who joked afterwards that he now has 5 ballon d'ors, referring to the one currently in his hands, and the ones that will next be in his grasp as soon as you two get back to the hotel. (your boobs and your ass, duh)
footballer!gojo, who calls you his lucky charm, but what he really means is the innocent polaroid of you that he carries with him until the start of every game. it's a selfie you took at your first live football match — the very match where he scored his first pro hat trick. you insist it's just a coincidence, but he thinks not.
footballer!gojo, who just has to make you sit through every single edit he comes across of himself, most of them made on capcut by thirteen year old fanboys. he even has a secret social media account dedicated to liking and commenting on them.
goldenboyfan161616 commented: 🔥🔥🔥 gojo more like GOATjo. btw can u do a tut for the 2rd transition
gojosixeyeditor replied: it's a template
footballer!gojo, who never fucks you out of frustration, unless he gives a really disappointing performance in a match. 0-3 at home? then, that's 3 rounds of him fingering and tongue fucking you until you're squirming and in tears, just to pull away as soon as he feels that twitch and spasm he knows all too well.
footballer!gojo, who by now is well accustomed to praise, takes it in stride. but when it comes from you, he cherishes it deeply. He's heard it all before from fans, journalists, and footballing legends alike, but your acknowledgement of his achievements feels like an applause that goes beyond football.
footballer!gojo, who won't ever admit he's possessive but will always have an arm draped over your shoulder when you're around his teammates or other athletes. he'll get particularly wary of one certain person—his biggest football rival—who seems a tad bit too interested in you for his liking.
ᡣ𐭩 Riding nerdjo's arm while he's on a gaming call | 18+ MDNI
The ache between your thighs was becoming unbearable. Your fingers are tired, and your toys have been long gone since you started dating your boyfriend. Nothing made you feel as good as he did. Speaking of which... your boyfriend?
Oh, that's right. Your boyfriend!
He'll definitely be able to relieve the neediness that is consuming you whole. Unfortunately, he is currently too deep into a gaming session with his friends to come to your aid.
Now, that may be the reason that's stopping him from deep diving into your pussy right now, but what's stopping you from just...
The door to satoru's bedroom clicks open, and you casually walk in. He acknowledges you immediately, turning in his seat slightly to greet you with a sweet smile before nodding to the bed, his way of inviting you to chill.
Oh, how you loved his ability to pick up on things. You suppose it's only a matter of time before he sees the flush in your cheeks, the rubbing of your thighs, and the look in your eyes.
You smile back, propping yourself on the edge of his bed.
He turns his attention back to the screen in front of him, and speaks into his mic. "Don't start yet. I'll be right back."
Leaning back on your elbows and crossing your legs, you give him your best 'fuck me' eyes. There's no doubt that by now he's noticed you're wearing nothing but a tiny tank top and cute little undies that proudly display a wet patch at the crotch.
"Heyy, babe. Lovely of you to join me," he says, pausing to stare at you. You can practically see the cogs turning in that mighty mind of his. "I'm gonna top up on some snacks. Y'want anything?
You shake your head, holding your seductive gaze. "Just be quick."
Satoru nods and leaves the room, though not without doing one more double take.
By the time he's returned, your patience was thinning. You needed him now, and you needed him bad. You want his fingers inside you, his tongue, and obviously, his dick!
But as he relaxed back into his seat, putting his headphones on and giving the go-ahead for the game to start, you decided you're going to have to settle on something else.
"Babe? Everything okay?" He looks up at you, eyes widening with each action you were taking. You peel his hand off the mouse, bringing it down to level with your thighs, before hooking his arm through your parted legs.
"Woah– w-wait. What're you doing?" He's quick to mute his mic, trying not to lose too much focus on his game while also staring up stupidly at you. He stammers again at your silence, bringing a slightly trembling hand up to adjust his glasses. "I- i promise I'll come to you after. Just wait a little longer?"
You ignore his words, pulling you panties to the side and grabbing his chin at the same time. "You just focus on your game... kay, pretty boy? I'll be fine right where i am."
He nods, looking dumbfounded as his hand moves away from your lower back to his mouse again. From where you are, you can just about make out the faint voices leaking out of his headphones.
"Satoru, you there?"
"Um, y... yes. I'm here, sorry."
He glances at you once more when you begin to grind on his forearm, and you let out a sigh of relief.
Lips curved up into a pleased smile, you slump forward, throwing your arms around Satoru's neck and dropping your head low.
"Dude, where's that rustling coming from."
"I think satoru... you good, bro?"
"Yeah, never been better."
He covers his mic briefly to whisper to you. "You gotta keep quiet, baby. They're gonna know."
You whine, a tad bit annoyed that you went to rodeo on the same side as his mic, but picking the former wouldn't have made much of a difference. He suddenly flexes him arm, a sharp gasp slipping out of your mouth from the sensation. Your pussy lips are parted perfectly against the curve of his muscle, and when he presses upward, it adds just the right amount of pressure to your clit making you arch and moan out lowly.
Satoru is built. He goes to the gym almost as often as he games (translation: very often), which you're extremely thankful for, as the pleasure you're feeling from endlessly riding his toned forearm is edging you closer and closer to an orgasm as we speak. And though you'd never like to admit it, the thought of the slight chance of getting caught by his friends riled you up even more.
"Mmmh, T-Toru..." you breathe out. "I-I'm soo..."
He whispers, "Close? Keep going, angel. You're doing so great for me."
You peer down at him. His eyes are still fixed on the monitor, and he's chatting away with his friends, using terms you couldn't begin to understand. God, you are so attracted to him. You're nerdy boyfriend was about to make you cum on his arm just from sitting there and looking pretty.
Breathy, hushed moans spill from your throat as you're nearing your high, and it takes everything—nails gripping on his shoulders, thighs squeezing shakily around his arm, and biting down so hard on your lip you'd surely bleed—for you to not cry out as you came on Satoru's arm. Your hips stutter, liquids gushing out and dripping onto the floor. A hand flies over your mouth, muffling your desperate gasps and moans, while another you felt came to cup at your pussy.
Shuddering, you pull back.
"Hi, princess. I got you." Satoru's warm voice reaches your ears as he guides you onto his lap.
Immediately, you lunge in for a kiss, and he kisses back, letting you melt into his arms while he soothingly patted your back.
"Toru, baby, that was... so hot," you mumbled mindlessly into his chest. "Wanna try this again sometime."
You feel the rumble of his boyish laugh before you hear it, and your heart flutters, completely enamoured by everything he does.
"Hmm, maybeee during a time where I'm not on a call, if that's alright with you," he teases. "How 'bout now we take this to the..."
Your eyes follow to the direction in which he bobbed his head, and you grin in response.
"A proper round this time, ay?"
He presses a kiss to your lips, and then another, and while you're giggling into each one, his hands suddenly jump up to his ears.
"Toru, babyyy, your mic is still on~"
Laughter escapes you from seeing Satoru's cringed expression, and he grumbles. "Fuck you, suguru."
ᡣ𐭩 Nerdjo putting his glasses back on during sex | 18+ MDNI
You slow your bouncing on your boyfriend's dick as you feel some movement going on at his end. Unnatural movement. His hands reaches to the side. Curiously, you tilt your head. "Toru?"
"N-no. Keep moving, I'm just- ngh." He throws his head back, eyebrows knit in pleasure as you start moving again.
Bringing a hand back to your waist, he grips it tightly at the sensation of you fondling his balls and lets out a whine continuing to pat around the bedside table.
And finally, he brings it back into your sight. It's holding something. His glasses. You almost snort.
"Want to... hic n-need to see you," he says, fumbling them onto his face. "Don't want to cum to a blob."
You erupt into a fit of laughter, cunt squeezing with each huff of air and movements coming to a halt as you slump onto his chest. He groans. "H-hey! Don't laugh at me. And p-please keep moving."
You lift your head, giving him a teasing smile before pressing a tender kiss to his cheek.
"Why don't you just keep them on the whole time, hm?" you ask, voice breathy and body shuddering at the feeling of his dick throbbing inside you.
Satoru brings a thumb to your clit, adeptly running tight circles on it making you arch and moan. "I- hah c-can't with the way you- fuck... kiss me. They get all wonky 'n I end up just seeing ha-half of ya." He's panting, eyelids heavy and fluttering. "Also don't want them to br- oh! . . . break! these are qui–"
You cut him off by shoving your breast in his mouth, an attempt to shut him up—but alas, he continues to mumble lazily against your skin. Something about how "They get really foggy too," and you roll your eyes fondly.
You're grinding harder now, your sweet moans flowing pleasantly into Satoru's ears while he continues to suck and massage your tits, rubbing even faster at your clit.
He leaves your breast panting, a string of spit connecting your nipple to his bottom lip, where he bites.
Your lips quirk up, hips lifting to the point where he's almost unsheathed, and then you lean down, breath fanning his ear, voice low and hoarse, "See me now..?"
With that, you slam back down.
"Ohhhh fuck. yes!" he sobs out, eyes squinting and teeth gritted as you quicken your pace. "Y'look so hot, baby. i'm so c-close. f-feels amazing."
You push a hand in between his pillow and his head, grabbing a fistful of hair and crashing your lips onto his. Your mouths move against each other in a desperate, slobbery kiss. His hips stutter, dick twitching against your plush walls, and you feel your orgasm creeping up.
He pulls away gasping and moaning, hands jumping back to your waist to hold you down as he thrusts into you. You cry out his name, fingers clawing his chest.
Just moments later, he's cumming hard, eyes snapping shut and mouth hanging open as he twitches inside of you. You're quick to follow, bringing him back into a kiss.
And once you break off, you fall onto the space beside him, being met with the face of a man high on cloud nine.
Satoru's glasses are foggy and wonky, and this might just be your eyes deceiving you, but they may be slightly cracked as well.
"Oooops," you say, a soft giggle slipping out of your sheepish grin at the state of him.
Hair tousled, eyes lidded, and mouth slightly agape, the corners lifted up into the most dashing smile.
𖤐꒱ Trying Something New nerd!gojo x f!reader ⸝⸝ find more here! ⊱ cw: face riding, coming untouched
As much as Satoru enjoys his not-so-little makeout sessions with you in the library, he enjoys them much more in the comfort of his own dorm, especially when there's no excuse of "we've got studying to do" or "assignments to finish."
He's fortunate enough to have a roommate who spends most of the day out and most of the night partying. Come to think of it, Satoru doesn't think he's ever seen the guy talk about or do any sort of studying. Hell, he's not even sure he's seen him around campus at all. Does he even attend the college?
Whatever. He doesn't care. All he cares about is that this means he can have his girlfriend over any time of day and for however long he wants. You'd have the whole room to yourselves.
So here you are, lying across his bed like you own it while he stares at you from his desk. You're finally starting to make progress on a particularly difficult assignment you've put off for days, and Satoru has been waiting oh-so-patiently for you to finish so he can waste no time kissing you silly.
That's the agreement you two came to: complete your assignments before any sort of intimacy. It's the reason he's across the room right now and not next to you. Otherwise, he would, without a doubt, be squeezing your soft skin and nuzzling into your shoulder while you try to stay focused.
You're staring intensely at the paper in front of you, biting lightly on the end of your pen before suddenly sitting up.
"Gah! I can't do this anymore," you sigh. “I'm all out of writing juice. Can't finish. Don't wannaaa…"
Throwing yourself back, you shoot your boyfriend a pout. Satoru continues to stare at you, tilting his head slightly and giving you a sympathetic look. He doesn't budge from where he's sitting.
You were hoping he'd come over immediately at your words and pull you into the sweetest kiss, but of course, he doesn't. You should've known better.
Satoru may love being intimate with you more than anything in the world, but by agreeing to this arrangement, he's taken on a challenge: keeping his hands and mouth off you while you finish your damn assignment. Only when you complete it can he give in to his urges.
"Toru," you start with a grin. "Why don't you c'mere, hmm?" You roll over onto your tummy, kicking your legs up as you teasingly bite the tip of your index finger.
He pushes his glasses up, avoiding your gaze. "Nope. Y'said it yourself. No touching, no kissing until we've completed our assignments."
"Well… you have!"
"And you haven't."
You frown. So mean, you think. If he's suddenly going to be so self-restrained, then you're just going to have to pull him right out of it. Assignment be damned, you've got a new mission on your hands.
You get up, trying to act aloof as he quietly watches your every move. You can tell he's reaching his limit from the way he's fiddling with his pen and the edge of his notebook. This should be easy.
You waltz around his room for a bit, pretending to inspect his modest manga collection and checking out his unfinished lego death star before you start slowly approaching him.
He tenses, looking up at you nervously as he leans back deeper into his seat. His hands are glued to the arms of his chair as if to say, "I'm not giving in that easily." Smirking, you slip a knee onto the space between his thighs, bracing your hands on his shoulders.
"I'd be the one breaking the agreement, ya know." You lower your face to his level, grazing your lips against his ear. "So… you don't have to feel bad. Think of it as a win. You've proved to yourself that you can easily hold back from touching me for a solid… what? Three hours?"
Adjusting your position, you hook your arms around his neck and sink fully into his lap. His hands remain tightly gripped where they are, and he keeps his face turned away from you.
Since when did he decide to become so self-controlled? You internally roll your eyes, beginning to press soft kisses along his jaw. He's such a determined boy. Always sees through all of his challenges, promises, and goals, however silly they might be. It's one of the reasons you fell so deeply in love with him.
"Satoru." You pull back, looking at him, and he turns to face you as well, looking a bit sheepish.
You giggle at the expression. He's so cute, it makes you want to take a bite out of him. He lets out a breath at your reaction, finally loosening up and letting his hands fall onto your hips.
"Look, I don't want to start this just to find you cutting it off a second later." He punctuates that with a pout, and you just stare back at him, surprised, still smiling.
"You'll say you had a lightbulb moment or somethin' and go off to finish your paper. Then you'll forget about this altogether and start doing something else." He huffs. "I mean, that's fine if you finish, but then you're leavin' me hangin' again!"
You burst out laughing; you weren't expecting a little rant.
"Aww, puppyyy," you say, cupping his face with both hands and pressing a quick peck to his lips. "I promise I won't, okay? I mean, I want this as much as you do! How often is it that I'm the one initiating?"
He responds with a shy smile, and this time, you lean in for a proper kiss. Satoru closes the distance, pressing his lips gently onto yours. You shiver from feeling his feathery touches move along your waist.
You continue to kiss for a while, grabbing onto each other softly and keeping it fairly tame.
But as you go on, things start heating up. His touches turn into squeezes, and the kiss gets sloppier and sloppier.
Your body is burning up, and you might actually start steaming if you don't get your clothes off right this second. So, you practically jump off of him, hurriedly slipping off your jumper with one hand while the other drags and tosses him onto the bed.
"Satoru, need more of you." You whine, hovering above his seated figure. He's quick to pull you onto him, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses along your neck.
You and Satoru have been together for just over six months now, and you guys have had sex countless times. Each time was as hot and memorable as the other, as good as any girl could ever ask for, albeit rather vanilla. But that's just how it is with Satoru. He's too sweet, too shy for anything other than good ol' missionary, and honestly, you don't mind one bit.
He's made you finish every time, which is more than enough for you, and the raunchy build ups plus the sweet aftercare makes up for any other fun you could've been having in the bed. You pressumed anyway that if the time ever comes where you wanted to spice things up, your ever-loving kind-hearted boyfriend who wants nothing but to please you would be willing to indulge.
"Babe, I've been thinking." He pulls away from you, flushed and breathless.
"You have?"
He's lying flat on the bed now, legs hanging off the edge as you're straddled on top of his torso with your hands pressed heavy against his chest.
He responds with a breathy laugh, eyes lidded with lust.
"Yea, I have. Been thinkin' about you and... um," his face flushes even more, and his eyes keep darting away from you. You hum, nails scratching his chest as you lean in to give soft pecks along his jaw.
"I've been thinking 'bout how I want you to..." he trails off again.
Oh? You think. That's new. He's never asked you to do anything before. "Mmmh, go on, puppy. What d'ya want me to do, hm?" You murmur sweetly into his jaw, your fingernails still grazing at his chest.
"Wan' y'to..." You can sense the uncertainty in him, so you give another encouraging hum.
"Um... sit,"
You leave his face. "You want me to sit on your face?"
He blinks at you, mouth agape.
"Heyyy, don't get all shocked on me now, hehe."
God, if he couldn't have turned you on even more. You take the courtesy of removing his glasses for him, leaving your position briefly to place them on the bedside table.
And then you turn back. "I'd like that. You want me to, yea?"
Sensual was your tone, and the sentence went through one ear and right down to Satoru's groin. He nods eagerly, pretty mouth still agape and bright blue eyes watching you in awe. He loves it when you take charge like this, moving things along when you've deemed him unsure.
You begin to slip your panties down, kicking them off onto the ground before crawling back to him. You give him one more kiss before pulling away to position yourself just under his face. Now, you've certainly been eaten out before, a few times in past relationships, but never have you actually sat on a guy's face. You remember asking one of your exes if he'd want to try, in which he responded with a scoff and a "that's a bit much, innit?"
So Toru wanting you to do this really caught you off guard, and here you are now breathing heavily as you lower yourself onto his face. He's already got his large hands wrapped around your thighs and wastes no time in kissing your cunt. You gasp, hands moving down to grab his hair.
You're not sure if he's ever eaten anyone out before, you've never thought to ask, but all you can think about right now is the feeling of excitement bubbling up in your chest and the small waves of pleasure starting to build up at your core.
Satoru licks you once, poking his tongue in your hole before dragging it up to press flatly against your clit. He's kneading at your thighs now and you begin to grind down, unable to control your movements.
He continues to tongue at your hole as you press your clit down onto the bridge of his nose. It's pure bliss that you're feeling, and you just can't help the breathy moans that are spilling out from your throat.
"Ah, so... mmh, so good 'toru." Your hands stay in his snowy locks, fingers rhythmically lacing through and tugging the hair.
He moans into you, one hand moving from your thigh to palm the painfully hard tent at his crotch. You're grinding down harder now, hands moved from his head to grip the sheets in front of you.
You soften your grinding after a thought popped into your head that you could perhaps be going a little to hard, especially if this is his first time, and God, the last thing you'd want is to accidentally suffocate him. You imagine yourself explaining to the paramedics, "Look... if you were feeling what I was feeling, I think you'd be losing your mind and putting your whole weight on to him too!"
Your thoughts were cut short by the jolt you felt from Satoru pinching lightly at your clit. You gasp, looking down as he tilts his head up at you to speak.
"Heyy, don't hover, baby. I can take it."
You felt breathless from hearing the husk of his voice and ecstatic after seeing the state of his face: the lower half covered in your slick and his expression dazed and relaxed. You needn't worry. Satoru is right where he wants to be.
You nearly came there and then as he pulled you back down hard. And if you weren't vocal before, you're definitely vocal now. Soft, drawn out moans leave your mouth as he continues to thumb at your clit and prod at your hole. His other hand moves back up to you, pressing you down so he can feel you more. The pressure you feel building up at your core was becoming unbearable, and you begin to stutter against him.
Satoru brings his other hand to your cunt, and carefully starts playing with your folds, spreading and rubbing, and teasing at your hole. He looks up at you, eyes full of pleasure and getting drunk on the sight of you throwing your head back and panting, drunk on the sight of you feeling deeply pleasured and on the warmth of you against his mouth.
Satoru Gojo was drunk in love—drunk on your pussy, and absolutely hammered on his love for you. Once finally stuck a finger into your hole and wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard, you reach your high.
Your thighs clamp tightly around his head, and your nails dig harshly into his scalp. The pressure has him lightheaded and squeezing his eyes shut, hips bucking and spasming at the same time. He groans into you as he comes in his pants, completely untouched by you and barely even by himself.
As you continue to grind and whine, he holds you down, letting you ride out your orgasm while he mindlessly drew circles on your thighs. He was satisfied. You were satisfied, and he was satisfied that he was able to make you feel so good.
You slowly got off after the pleasure died down and went to lay next to him.
"You alright?" he asks, head facing yours.
He wraps an arm around you, pulling you into him.
You press your face into his chest and nod
"There's absolutely no way you haven't done this before," you mumble, head still in the clouds.
"Hah, was I good?" he asks, wearing a proud smile. He gave your arm a squeeze. "Must've been pretty good. Got your thighs quivering 'n all."
You bite his shoulder in response, and he draws you in closer for a hug. "I love you," he whispers, pressing a kiss onto your head.
"I love you too, Toru."
You kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips and already reminiscing on the activity from just moments ago.
"Want to do this again sometime, baby. Please?"
He chuckles. "Maybe after you finish that assignment. Shouldn't be too long, right?"
"Well, fuck." You get up, pinching your nose. "Wow. Way to ruin a mood, Toru."
"Ahhh, sorry." He laughs at you as he pulls you back into a cuddle. You really can't believe he was laughing at your pain right now! But you might just have to rush off to finish the assignment if it meant you'd get to ride Satoru's face again. You just might have to.
𖤐꒱ All in Kisses & Touches nerd!gojo x f!reader ⸝⸝ find more here!
Satoru can be quite fidgety, especially when he's focused. If there's a pen in his hand, he's either writing away or skillfully spinning it. If he's holding something soft, he'll inevitably squeeze or knead it, and even when his hands are empty, they are yet to still; he waves them about while talking or taps his fingers restlessly on the table. He is incredibly expressive with his hands, and it's nothing short of compelling.
On another note, he seems to have a bit of an oral fixation. It's no secret that he has a sweet tooth; he treats himself to fresh baked goods nearly every day, enjoying them thoroughly while he studies. He has a massive appetite and often eats portions three times the size of an average person's, and it's all to accommodate his broad, toned frame, really.
And when he's not eating, he is just blabbering away! Between his restless hands and that pretty mouth of his, he can't seem to stay still or quiet for more than a minute, can he?
Now, what could this translate to in a relationship. Perhaps grabby hands pawing at you nonstop, or needy lips constantly pressing kisses all over your hands, arms, neck, face-
Satoru loves kissing you. It might be his favourite thing ever, next to his studies and the expansion of his already vast knowledge. During your makeout sessions in a tucked away corner of the library, he'll kiss you deeply and immersively, as if you could disappear from his grasp any moment now. He fogs up his glasses and crooks their placement in the process, always ending with you being the one to yank them off and place them safely on the table.
You don't let your face slip away from his for more than a second—not that he'd allow it anyway. His hands would be grabbing, squeezing, and kneading every soft piece of skin he could find. They're everywhere, moving from your waist to your thighs, to your face, and briefly passing by your hips before landing in your hair with his fingers twirling around the strands.
He's so cute like this. So desperate. Your little puppy.
And when it finally (or unfortunately, for him) comes time for you to pull away, he'll look at you with longing eyes and quivering lips, all wet 'n puffy. You can see it in his expression that he's begging for "just a little longer."
"Sorry, baby, it's getting dark 'n I gotta catch the bus." You cup his face, giving him a sweet smile before landing a soft peck on his cheek.
He pouts, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck, nodding and mumbling a quiet "okay." You pull him off after a good minute (which felt more like five seconds to him), much to his dismay, and start packing away your notes and stationery splayed across the table. He mirrors you, picking up his own things.
"Gosh, we really ended up not doing much studying now, did we?" You giggle. "Same place, same time tomorrow?"
He smiles at you, packing up the last of his belongings before starting to clear up the open books on the table. "Yeah, 'course. These books aren't gonna study themselves."
"It's your fault, ya know." You scrunch your nose, giving him a teasing, bright-eyed smile. "If you could just keep yourself off me for one second, then maybe we could get some real studying done."
At that, he shakes his head, his face adorned with a shy smile as he walks up to you with books in hand and his bag hanging off his shoulder. "Sorry, babe. Can't help myself. Love you too much."
He wraps an arm around your shoulder, lowering his face so you can slip his glasses back onto him.
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