WARNINGS: NSFW — smut; p in v sex, creampie, subby gojo (whimpering gojo again wohoo), pussywhipped!gojo, implied first time, praise, pillow under hips trick, slight overstim, shy nerd satoru, dirty talk, a little humor, slight playful r!jealousy.
A/N: like i did with frat!jo, this is my take on nerd!jo. might not be much different lmaoo. | artist: @/3vangel1ne_
the room was dim, just the soft blue glow from satoru’s monitor still on, in the corner because he’d forgotten to turn it off.
his glasses were slightly crooked, white hair a complete mess from your fingers earlier. you were already — obviously — naked under him, legs hooked loosely around his hips, still trying to catch your breath from the way he’d eaten you out like it was a final exam he refused to fail.
he’d been so nervous at first. fumbling with the condom wrapper, mumbling apologies when the lube bottle slipped from his long fingers and rolled under the bed. you’d laughed, kissed him stupid, told him to relax and to simply enjoy.
now?
now he was buried inside you, rolling his hips slowly in a way that made your toes curl against his lower back. every drag of his cock felt devastatingly good, like he’d mapped every sensitive inch of you.
“fuck—satoru-,” you gasped when he changed the angle just slightly, nudging that spongy spot that made you babble incoherent things.
he let out a shaky laugh against your throat. “y-yeah? there?”
you could only nod, nails digging into the backs of his shoulders.
then he did it.
without warning he reached over, grabbed the spare pillow beside your head, and— all while still fucking into you with that same maddening rhythm —slid it under your hips.
that new tilt changed everything.
your back arched involuntarily as the head of his cock pressed harder, deeper, right against that swollen, needy place inside. your next moan came out broken, voice breathy with pleasure.
“oh my god!—”
he moaned low in response, hips stuttering for half a second like your reaction had punched the air out of him.
“b-better?” he whispered, voice wrecked, pupils blown so wide you could barely see the baby blue in his eyes shielded by his crooked glasses.
you stared up at him, dazed, thighs trembling. “how—how the fuck do you even know that?”
satoru froze mid-thrust, and you felt his cock twitch hard inside you. it made you whimper a little.
“eh?” he asked, cheeks flushed red.
your walls tightened around him on purpose, watched his lashes flutter. “the pillow thing. with who, ‘toru? who did you do this with first? did you lie to me?-“
his face went scarlet from his neck to the tips of his ears even more. poor boy who swore you were his first hook up now was deemed a traitor.
“i—i didn’t—” he tried to hide against your shoulder but you grabbed his jaw, forced him to look at you.
“tell me.” you mumbled, pouting a little, moving your hips slightly.
he swallowed hard, cock pulsing so violently you felt it in your stomach, as he slowly began to rock his hips again, not fully on the rhythm of before.
“i… watched. a-a lot.” he stammered. then, he dropped his head on your shoulder as he began to lose his composture. “like. hours. a-and read- forums— damnit, re-reddit threads! reddit! descriptive ones! y-yeah, i-“
you giggled, arms around him again.
“you studied how to fuck me?”
he sounded like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
“i didn’t want to be bad,” he mumbled. “n-not for you. i- i just— made notes… oh, fuck” he cursed softly when you pressed him tighter against you.
“you're so cute" you smiled against his lips, rolling your hips up to meet his next thrust. “i bet you got hard even thinking about this"
“i- y-yeah, i did" he nodded, blue eyes glassy with pleasure, "a-and ‘m not sorry,” he panted, starting to move again faster , like your teasing had flipped a switch. “i jus' wanted to be good for you- oh my god”
"are you close, 'toru?" you whispered, nails softly raking down his back as he kept thrusting into you.
"yeah-" he nodded eagerly, breathing hard, "you're- just, ah, squeezin' me so good, shit, m'sorry, m'sorry-"
He loses rhythm for a second, hips jerking erratically before he finds it again—faster, deeper, pillow keeping you perfectly elevated so he can bully that spot over and over, making you moan alongside the creaks of the bed and the bedframe against the wall.
"sa-satoru!" you cried his name, back bowing, nails leaving red lines down his back as you clenched so tight he choked on a curse, feeling the first spasms of your orgasm.
“fuck—fuck, that’s it, that’s it—” he fucked you through it, pace turning sloppy, desperate. “i'm gonna come, baby, p-please-"
“yes—yes, inside, 'toru, please—”
his rhythm fractured; hips stuttering, thighs shaking, glasses sliding further down his sweaty nose. he looked and was wrecked. his hips kept jerking forward in tiny, helpless little thrusts like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, filling you up while he gasped your name over and over like a prayer.
“shit—shit, ‘m sorry—‘m still—still coming—”
you threaded your fingers through his white hair, tugging gently until he lifted his face. his glasses were completely fogged now. you kissed him slow and sweet, tasting salt and desperation on his tongue.
he whimpered into your mouth when you deliberately fluttered your walls around his oversensitive length.
“f-fuck—wait—wait, baby, ‘s too much—” he whined, but didn’t pull out. if anything, he sank a little deeper, like he couldn’t bear to leave.
you smiled against his lips. “you studied… just for me?”
he buried his burning face in your neck again, voice muffled and small. “i…made a whole google doc,” he admitted miserably. "cleared my browser history twice."
NERD!GOJO that spanks your ass till it all pretty and pink, just the way he likes it. If only you didn't get a 70% on your exam
Letting your sweet virgin roommate NERD!GOJO nut sooo deep inside your pussy, your too cock drunk to even realize he's fucking it back into you
NERD!GOJO and his pretty roommate cant stop moaning as she hops on his dick
NERD!GOJO who had a rough day in class so to cheer him up he buries himself beneath you soft cheeks
how could NERD!GOJO not fuck you over his gaming chair , you kept begging for his attention even when he told you he was in the middle of a match, but how could he ignore his needy baby?
NERD!GOJO who fingers you until you shaking and whimpering, he just loves hearing your sweet little moans
long dick NERD!GOJO making you take every inch of him
torturing NERD!GOJO’S pretty cock after you catch him masturbating to you (could correlate with this fic)
NERD!GOJO lets you grind your cunt on his thigh when he's too lazy to fuck you
you've been such a good girl, getting all the practice answers right that NERD!GOJO he can't help but eat your sloppy cunt until you cry out for him
this is the aftermath of NERD!GOJO finally getting inside your warm cunt
18+ riding your nerdy bf till his glasses fall off ˚₊·͟͟͞͞♡
There’s something incredibly hot about riding your nerdy boyfriend until his glasses slide down his nose. He’s usually so composed, always in button-ups, always with those cute wire-rimmed glasses perched on his face, always muttering about formulas or code or whatever he’s nerding out about that day. But right now? He’s a complete mess.
You’re straddling his hips, knees planted firmly on the mattress, riding him to the hilt. Every roll of your hips makes his thick length slide perfectly inside you, hitting that spot that makes you moan softly. His hands are gripping your thighs, fingers digging in like he needs something to hold onto.
“Baby—” he stammers, voice cracking. His glasses are already slipping, sliding down the bridge of his nose as his head tips back against the pillow. His cheeks are flushed, hair messy, lips parted as he tries (and fails) to keep his breathing steady. You smile down at him, grinding your hips in a slow circle, watching the way his eyes flutter behind the fogging lenses.
“You look so cute like this,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss him. His glasses bump against your nose, but you don’t care. You just keep riding him, faster now, taking him deeper. He moans into your mouth, hips jerking up to meet yours. One of his hands slides up your back, the other stays on your hip, guiding you as you bounce up and down on him.
“God, you feel so good,” he breathes, voice shaky. “I can’t- I’m gonna—” His glasses finally slip off completely, landing somewhere on the pillow beside his head. His eyes, those pretty, unfocused eyes, lock onto yours, wide and desperate.
You ride him harder, chasing your own pleasure while watching him fall apart underneath you. When you come, clenching tight around him, he follows right after with a broken groan, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you.
Afterward, he lies there panting, glasses askew on the pillow, looking completely wrecked and blissed out. You lean down and kiss him softly, brushing his messy hair back from his forehead. He laughs breathlessly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down to his chest.
your sweetheart of a boyfriend seems like he can't do dirty talk no matter how much he tries, but how can he deny his filthy thoughts when you ask him to be real with you? — nerd!jo x fem!reader. smau. new established relationship. slightly suggestive texts. smut under the cut. kissing, cunnilingus, fingering, slight dirty talk, usage of names like 'baby', 'sweet girl', 'babe', etc. the texts are general, tbh, but the last slide is more relevant to this fic. masterlist. wc: 2.5k minors and ageless blogs dni.
"s-shit," satoru's voice comes out in a quiet, breathless moan. "this is exactly what i meant— when.. when i told you about the thing.."
the air in your room is warm. maybe it's just his feverish skin from how hard he's been blushing all afternoon. making out wasn't new to him any more, not after you taught him the first time you both kissed, but it didn't make him blush any less— in fact, it was a permanent sign of his affection and the effect you have on him. you raise an eyebrow, slowly pulling away from him as you look into his half lidded, icy blue eyes, your hand gently brushing over his soft cheek as you smile. "oh? yeah, what 'thing' was it again?"
you're on top, of course, because satoru said he likes it, and to be fair, it feels way more satisfying to feel his thighs tense up under you with each kiss you exchange. his snowy hair is easy to reach like this, and the way his big, careful hands settle on the softness of your hips makes you feel lightheaded.
his fingertips unknowingly play with the belt loops on the waistband of your denim shorts, his glasses still seated on the bridge of his sharp nose even though they've been sliding down too easily— he had mentioned taking them off during your little kissing sessions, but you'd denied, murmuring something about how the sight of those frames getting all foggy and crooked on his pretty face got you going.
"earth to my pretty boy?" you murmur, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth gently, leaving that sticky, shiny print of your lip gloss on the already shimmering area.
he hums, blinking out of his dreamy state. "mmh? yeah, i meant.. when you.."
you smile softly— that signature smile of yours that makes him whimper again, because only he knows that it's not all innocent as it looks. "...i can't say it."
he shudders at the feel of your warm breath as you sigh against his jaw, your sweet but teasing words drifting through the loud pounding of his heart. "you have to."
"but it sounds so mean— i dunno... don't wanna... mmh, sound like a weirdo." he whines out between the kisses you press into his jawline, his ear, the sound going breathless once you sink your teeth into the pale skin of his neck.
he's stubborn. he knows whatever he just thought (and had been thinking for a long time) is not at all polite. hell, he's sure that he has never said such a thing to anyone, and he always thought he would never do it even with his future girlfriend.
but you are his girlfriend now. you have been for a few months. judging from the way you tease him and poke at him to say it, you wouldn't be mad or offended.
still...
"i can't, babe," he sighs, shifting his head and burying his face in your neck, hiding the way his cheeks burn when your arms wrap around his neck tighter and you lean into him with a soft giggle.
his back presses into the headboard, and he shifts slightly so his spine isn't uncomfortable but it's also because holy fuck—
"'toru," you whisper again, your hands being light as they slide down his front, over his pecs and down his abdomen, playing with the fabric of his gray t shirt. "tick tock, baby. i'm waiting."
he closes his eyes. his eyelids feel weirdly hot, just like his skin, even though his fingertips are freezing cold from nervousness as they slide under the soft fabric of your cami top.
this was just supposed to be a make-out session while you two waited for your takeout to arrive. not a dirty talk lesson. but when his pretty girlfriend has plans, satoru can't say anything to oppose, even if he's struggling to let the foreign words out.
"when you kiss me," he starts, his voice shaking already but he swallows the flustered feeling down as he continues. "like, when you're hugging me tightly and kissin' me... your— your chest, it presses up.."
you hum, impressed about his attempt and what he means to say as you play with his silky hair, smiling more in encouragement as you coo. "yeah? go on. be real with me."
"yeah. okay." he quietly repeats the word in an audible exhale, eyes closing shut like the phrase took the life out of him. "they press up against me, and i.. hah, baby, it's so hot. makes me feel all dizzy."
"what is this 'they'?" you giggle softly, knowing damn well that you're just not helping your poor boyfriend out. your hips roll against him once. slowly, like you know what it does to him when he can feel the rough denim of your shorts brush against the tent in his sweatpants.
"your tits." he moans out, finally— and his cold hands drift up your top to brush against the smooth expanse where your ribcage expands from your soft gasp.
"and they're always so warm." he whines, almost complaining now as the words spill out of his mouth with each movement of your crotch against his. his hands finally shift up to carefully— because satoru is never reckless with your expensive little tops— lift up the fabric to bunch up over your chest, exposing the sweetness that lies underneath.
his blue eyes grow wide at the way your breasts rise and fall out of that lacy little bra— light pink, intricately detailed, and yet so, so annoying because it's hiding you from him.
he's already been bold enough. he won't admit that he prefers it when you walk around his room without a bra under your tops, because it's so weird to say out loud that he likes seeing the full shape of you.
...he thinks about it anyway.
he's still speechless as he blinks once, twice, saliva naturally collecting in his mouth as he swallows in an effort to not drool over you like a dog.
"can i—"
"duh."
the quick, impatient response from you makes his gaze snap up to your eyes, as if he's thinking that he misheard you. you sigh in frustration, hands squeezing his shoulders as you shift against him again, earning a shaky sigh of pure bliss from his pretty mouth. "i said yes, 'toru. stop zoning out when i'm right here."
he doesn't know what to do first. hands? mouth? his mind swirls into a tornado of fog.
then his nimble fingers gently tug at the bra like that's enough to take it off. you almost do a double take.
does he... not know how to take off a bra?
he tugs it upward again, watching the way your tits spill out a little from below, and the sound leaves his throat in low volume, so subtle you'd almost miss it if it weren't for the way his eyebrows furrowed like he was in pain.
oh?
you stay silent.
because clearly, he's enjoying this, pawing at you— like the tease is far more enjoyable than just exposing your skin to him in a quick move. the way his dick twitches under you is a clear sign. you almost moan at the thought of him being such a freak without even knowing it.
"p-pretty," he sighs again, adjusting his glasses as he leans in now, both hands sliding over the expanse of your back as he brings you closer to his torso and settles his face against your chest.
never in your life have you seen a man take his time like this.
his lips brush over your soft skin, warm breath against the lace making your thighs squeeze around him as you hold on tighter and play with his hair, whispering quietly. "gonna touch?"
"mmh? not yet.."
he whispers, and your eyes snap open at the words. "why?"
"wanna enjoy it," he mumbles, suddenly casual, like he's in his element now that you've stopped hurrying him. he nuzzles your chest, breathing in the scent of you— perfume, sweat, your lotion combined. so perfect that it makes him groan again.
after a minute, his hands finally undo your bra quicker than you'd expected. the lace is carefully taken off and set aside by his pretty, pale hands. the veins on the back of them, running up his forearms and disappearing under the sleeves of his t shirt— they make you bite your bottom lip.
his mouth takes one puffy nipple in— tongue swirling around it like he's read a goddamn textbook about exactly this. his eyelashes flutter as he pulls his head back, not letting go of you until you moan at the tug of his mouth. "'toru.."
he hums, letting go, but moves to your other nipple with a soft sigh. "can't be partial."
you almost want to laugh, but the way his hands and mouth co-ordinate to fondle your tits and suck on them at the same time is actually so well-timed. not surprising for who he is. he's so gentle, it makes your mind dizzy with want.
"you're taking your sweet time," you whisper softly, almost tauntingly sweet, "are you stalling? don't wanna fuck me? i won't be mad if you say no."
he huffs against your skin, his nose grazing the underside of your breast while his hand travels between your bodies, pressing over your soft tummy— almost lingering there for a moment and then moving down to undo the buttons of your denim shorts. "i'm exactly where i wanna be, babe. lie down on your back f'me?"
how can you even say no if he's asking you with such a sweet tone?
god, this man is a problem.
your eyes focus on the ceiling for a moment as you rest on your back, soft thighs giving under his touch as his hands tug the denim lower, fully discarding the pair of shorts.
satoru doesn't hesitate this time.
he presses his face against damp, sweet-smelling lace, arms looping around your thighs, palms resting flat on your lower belly to anchor you down. he's flushed, hair sticking up in different directions and eyes closed shut behind his glasses as he whimpers against you. "i can smell how much you want me, pretty. you want me, don't you? i know she does."
at this point, you're just stunned, lips parted in awe, a quiet sound escaping just as he rests the flat of his tongue against your aching pussy. "fuck, satoru, don't play."
he feels you clench around nothing under his tongue— feels the shift in your muscles when they contract, and realising that it's all because of him and for him only encourages him further. "i won't. promise. always wondered how you taste..."
with a feather light touch, he hooks his fingers under the fabric and tugs it to the left, exposing you to his warm breath, glistening and puffy.
two fingers gently spread you open— his blue eyes twinkle the way they usually do when he's conducting an experiment or finding a particularly interesting statement in some encyclopedia. he's not ashamed of the thoughts he's thinking now, and mumbles freely. "i think you've got the prettiest pussy i've ever seen. not that i've seen any, well, not that i want to see any other—"
you whine at his words and cut him off, squeezing his head between your thighs as you look down at his sweet face, which only makes your skin burn with unexpected surprise. "you're such a freak."
"huh?" he asks absentmindedly, drunk on the scent of you as the tip of his tongue flicks your clit just once, watching your entrance flutter at the contact. "no, i'm just making observations, s'all."
"that's exactly what makes you a freak. you're a natural, 'toru," you murmur, tugging at his soft hair as you guide him closer to you, if that were even possible. "now stop talking and start eating."
he nods, ever the obedient boyfriend, and his tongue slides between your folds. he sucks just once, tasting your essence, his spit warm over your skin as your hips lift up naturally from the pleasure. he's figuring it out, figuring you out, the warmth of being between your heavenly thighs blurs his vision due to the fog in his glasses as he murmurs breathlessly. "take these off of me, sweetheart? can't see you. need to see you."
you nod, taking his glasses off gently as you fold them and set them aside— but he doesn't give you time for the task, instantly dipping his tongue in just once, your hips begin to rock against his face— god, his nose hits your sensitive clit so perfectly. it's been more than half an hour that you were soaked and ready for him, and the slightest bit of attention makes you swear that you're gonna cum any minute.
"wait. gotta prep you," he suddenly whispers like it's a rule, even though you're practically dripping. you tremble, glossy lips opening to respond, only to fall apart wide when he slides a finger in, deep and slow until his palm presses right against you. "you're tight. doesn't hurt, right? let me know, baby."
"i'm literally about to cum," you moan through a clenched jaw— finding him to be so damn attractive like this, and equally annoyed because he isn't even aware of how he affects you. your hand weaves through his hair again, "keep talking to me."
he presses a soft kiss to your clit, tongue playing with it while his finger moves gently, feeling your pillowy walls, adding another for company. "m'kay."
his fingers move in a proper rhythm now, curling deep, and he rests his head against your thigh while watching the way your pussy takes his digits like it's his favourite tv show. the sounds leaving your lips get louder and he speeds up, taking it as a sign to bring you to the high as his thumb presses against your clit, hard. "close yet? is that your pussy making those sounds? didn't know that was possible..."
your spine arches against the soft mattress.
"oh, fuck!" you squeal, your fingers twisting into snowy streaks of hair as your eyes squeeze shut, "coming, 'toru!"
he hums, lazy and sweet, kissing your pelvic bone with a gentle smile as he watches you. "i know, sweet girl. breathe."
his fingers stay deep in you until you've calmed down (which you haven't, not really). your stomach is tense, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath as he carefully pulls his hand away. he tastes you on his fingers, and can't help but moan out loud. "i knew this, too. real sweet."
this can't be the same guy who couldn't say tits twenty minutes ago.
as if sensing your hazy confusion and shock, he smiles again, shifting to hover next to you, one arm around your body and the other sliding through your hair gently. "you said you wanted me to be real with you. that's what i'm doing."
he tugs your panties down entirely while still speaking with the sweetest tone to his voice. "now, i need you to open those legs wider for me. is that okay? you'll take my cock, won't you?"
extra credit: edging the favorite lab rat until she cries
warnings/nsfw: smut; p in v sex, creampie, heavy edging, overstimulation, sadist!gojo, slight degradation, crying kink, mindfuck narration, praise mixed with humiliation, possessive creampie, aftercare, nerdjo being a total freak under the glasses, dirty talk, clinical dom vibes with humour.
song recomms: eoO by bad bunny, maria by justin bieber and bumpy ride by mohobi ;)
he texts you late: “need a volunteer for extra credit psych/bio crossover project. my room, now. bring nothing but yourself. door’s unlocked.”
you show up thinking it’s actual studying. he’s in his usual oversized hoodie (hood up, glasses slightly fogged from the mini-fridge cold), hair a chaotic white mess, but his eyes are sharp behind the lenses. the room smells like energy drinks, old comics, and that faint metallic tang from his hidden toy drawer.
“perfect timing,” he says casually, closing the door behind you with a soft click that feels way too final. “we’re testing human physiological response to prolonged sensory deprivation and edging stimuli. purely academic. you in?”
he doesn’t wait for a real yes - just smirks when you hesitate, already pulling out the blindfold (black silk, probably stolen from some cosplay prop). “subjects don’t get veto power. strip to your underwear and lie down.”
you end up on his bed, wrists cuffed to the headboard (those same hidden ones from the snack drawer incident), ankles loosely tied spread with soft rope he “borrowed from the physics lab.” blindfold on. darkness. his voice turns clinical, almost bored - the ultimate mindfuck.
he starts slow. a single fingertip tracing your collarbone, down between your breasts, circling one nipple until it pebbles painfully hard. no pressure, just endless teasing circles. stopwatch clicks.
“phase 1: light tactile stimulation. duration: 10 minutes. subject is already exhibiting goosebumps and minor vocalization. interesting.”
you squirm. he chuckles low. “shh. data requires stillness. try not to ruin the experiment by cumming too early - probability’s only 4.7% right now.”
next: ice cube from his mini-fridge. he drags it over your stomach, down your inner thighs, then presses it right against your clit through your panties. the cold shocks you into a gasp; he holds it there while narrating.
“temperature differential causing rapid vasoconstriction followed by rebound vasodilation. subject’s hips are bucking involuntarily. cute. but unscientific. hold still or i restart the timer.”
when you’re dripping, soaked through the fabric, he finally peels your panties aside. tongue - warm contrast to the ice - flat and slow laps from entrance to clit. no sucking, no speed, just relentless, measured strokes like he’s charting every twitch.
“phase 2: oral stimulation. time to first near-orgasm: 7 minutes 42 seconds. subject is whimpering incoherently. vocal data logged.”
he edges you mercilessly. brings you right to the brink - thighs shaking, pleas muffled against the blindfold - then stops. completely. hands off. stopwatch resets.
“aww, poor variable. denied at 98% threshold. that’s three edges now. your arousal index is off the charts… but no release until i say the hypothesis is proven.”
by the fourth edge you’re crying softly under the blindfold, tears soaking the silk, begging in broken whispers. “toru-please-it’s too much-
he leans in close, breath hot on your ear, voice dropping from clinical to cruel-sweet.
“wrong. it’s exactly enough. say the hypothesis out loud, baby: ‘i’m a needy little experiment who cums only when her sadist nerd tells her to.’ say it clearly for the recording.”
you sob it out, voice cracking. he groans - first real crack in his composure - and finally, finally sinks two fingers deep, curling hard against that spot while his thumb grinds your clit in tight circles.
“good subject. hypothesis confirmed. now cum for the data.”
you shatter - whole body arching off the bed, cuffs rattling, a choked scream he smothers with his mouth. he doesn’t stop. keeps fingering you through it, drawing out aftershocks until you’re oversensitive and twitching.
then the blindfold comes off. glasses still on, but his eyes are dark, hungry. he uncuffs one wrist just to flip you onto your stomach, yank your hips up, and slam in from behind in one brutal thrust.
“fuck-empirical evidence: your pussy was designed for this cock. take the rest of the trial like a good lab rat.”
he fucks you hard, mean, one hand around your throat (light pressure, just enough to make your head spin), the other spanking your ass in rhythm. “cry louder. i want quantifiable decibels.”
when he finally fills you - hot, deep, grinding to push every drop in - he collapses over you, panting, kissing the tears off your cheek.
“session complete. a+ performance. we’ll need… repeat trials. for science.”
after everything he pulls you into his lap (still leaking his cum), wraps you in his hoodie, strokes your hair while murmuring, “you were perfect, baby. so responsive. daddy’s proud of his favorite test subject.” feeds you snacks from his stash, lets you play with his legos while you come down.
details, giving 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 a handjob whilst he pathetically tries to study for his AP biology class :( (18+)
content, fem!reader, slight sub dom themes, semi-public sex (library), mommy k!nk if you catch it lolz, handjob, short (1.1k), probably not proof read enough
a/n: it's funny; i don't care for gojo at all. but nerd!gojo? i can get past that. this is my first smut fic ever, so i do hope you all enjoy!
a/n 2: it's 12:00am, on the dot, and if i have to add all my words back bc tumblr took them off for having two tabs open and words that are somehow illegal in tumblrs world, strike me down.
satoru is usually very serious about his studies, especially his biology class. always, he'd have study dates on his own in the library revising for what was at least a millennium on whatever assignment he had due the following week. in some instances, he didn't even have an assignment; he'd just study for the fun of it.
pathetic, yes, but what else could he do? it's not like he had a girlfriend to go on dates with, or study with;
until he did. you.
the prettiest girl on campus, permanently glossed lips, loved by all, and wanted by.. well, everyone, for some reason dating the sorry excuse of a man and epitome of a geek, satoru gojo, who had a completed periodic table puzzle framed in his dorm and still had a psp 3000 as a 20 year old in 2025.
and yet, unlike the average person would expect, he would still stay in the library studying for hours as if it were his humble abode. to think, to have a girlfriend like you, he would focus on you more, or at least study with you. and yet, he chose not to. in fact insisting not to, stating his studies are a 'him' thing, hoping you wouldn't be offended.
because he was entirely bullshitting.
the actual reason he's so adamant on not letting you study with him, or around him, is because your presence is enough to turn him on. he'd say he couldn't explain it, the reason your existence made his body go hot in all the right places and suddenly be unable to speak a coherent sentence when around you, but of course, satoru could. considering the fact that he had studied neuroscience, he had ironically covered the science behind arousal.
so when you begged to spend time with your boyfriend during his precious study time, he mentally sighed because he knew that with you and your nature, and his woeful amount of decorum, he wouldn't exactly be using his hands for writing on paper.
believe me, he tried his best, originally having his wired earphones writing bullet points into his notebooks about natural selection. then, he had made eye contact with you, batting your eyelashes at him. he'd turn away, trying to keep his eyes glued to his paper and read the words over and over again of his textbook to avoid your gaze so he didn't act like a virgin and catch a boner immediately.
that was until you had taken off one of his earplugs and he heard you purr his name. "satoruuu, i'm bored." and that's all it took, as a tent slowly begun to uncomfortably in his pants. you couldn't blame him, your voice was so honeyed that whenever he'd hear it, dopamine went straight to his dick. internally cursing himself, satoru can't help but respond. "yesyes i know, but i need to study," he'd not-so-quietly mutter, his tone coming off more aggressive than it should because he's becoming sexually frustrated by the second at the fact that this is happening. he looks at you immediately, realising how he sounded as he watched a pout form on your face.
"i'm so sorry baby, i didn't mean it, i promise, it's just that my studies are important, it's not you!" he'd apologise profusely, his expression now worried. however, you weren't annoyed. you instead leaned in closer to him, placing your hand dangerously close to his crotch.
"i just wanted to talk to you, 's all," you're lying straight through your teeth as you start to tug on his belt — an indicator that you whatever you wished to do was more than just mere conversation. "we're in a library," he would protest, worried about getting caught doing such an obscene act in a place of learning.. so you did the right thing and removed your hand. "alright, you can keep studying."
he'd be happy for at least a second, and not a second later he would blurt, "nono, you can still do it while i study, please.."
what the fuck was he saying? ideally, satoru should be thankful. he wanted to study. his studies mattered — but the strain in his boxers mattered more, caused his voice to turn almost pitiful as his morals waned just so you could touch him.
and here he was, proving his original thoughts right. well, half right. he would be still be writing on paper with one shaking hand, as he used his other to shield his whimpers. he couldn't help himself, the way that your hands wrapped itself around him so delicately, stroking him up and down just right caused him to let out a whine. "f-fuckkk", he'd mewl, his mind beginning to grow hazy, completely fixated on the sensation that made his tip flush.
truly, the way he found himself in this situation is an absolute mockery. he couldn't read the words on his page if he tried, his glasses now fogging up, almost falling off his face due his heavy breathing, the rise and fall of his chest growing more fast paced with every pump each heartbeat matching the throbbing of his dick against your fingers.
"shh, satoru, we're in a library, you wouldn't want us to get caught, would you?" you would playfully tease him, adjusting his glasses back onto the top of his nose bridge reminding him of his previous statement before he consented to this mess. he frantically shook his head, babbling, "n-no, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm s-so sorry-"
and like the little minx that you were, you would only jerk him off faster with both your hands, giving attention to both his tip and the underside of his shaft. satoru had fully lost it by this point, the overstimulation making him teeter off the edge like a lit fuse growing shorter and shorter, and started bucking his hips into you, chasing his high like it was going to leave him. "mhmm, please, pleasepleaseplease mommy, i'm gonna have an org-"
his back arched as hot, thick streams of white fluid coated your fingers and the corners of his textbook. "mhm, ride it out," you'd talk him through his orgasm, him following your orders as he rode his hips into you until he couldn't any more.
you wiped the fog off of his glasses as you planted a sweet kiss onto his cheek. he would smile at the contact, still recovering, until his eyes widened as they landed onto his textbook, (barely) stained with his load. "no, my book!"
you would have face palmed in that moment if you didn't have his cum all over your fingers. what. a. dork.
but the bigger issue was how much one of you were going to have to pay the suguru geto , the one in ap CSA, to hack into the school's system to delete the footage of you two off of the security cameras.
summary: Satoru finds company in the most expected places with the least expected person. nerdjo x stoner!reader
features: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, plot with some smut, p in v, choking, praise, oral(f), creampie, finger sucking, tit sucking, biting, hickies, lots of smoking weed, accidental ingestion of weed, alcohol consumption, blacking out, anxiety and panic attacks, ac: @/dewbiscuits
wc: 21k
There were a few times Gojo saw you in the library.
The times like right before finals and everyone has filled up the tables on every floor and he has to do circles before finally finding an empty space. The occasions he has seen you, it's usually in some corner, feet propped up on the table and your textbook in lap or on your phone. Not the most efficient way to study, but he wasn't there to judge.
He was there to study, as he was every night leading up to an exam. It was easier to focus in the campus library. Especially when his roommate was loud with whatever quest he decided on that night. It was never the same two nights in a row - gaming, girls, getting drunk.
Gojo didn't care too much for it. He was in school to get his degree and get out, not fuck around and waste his time and money by having to repeat classes.
He liked to study. It was calming - headphones on blocking out the world and all of his focus going into his notes. He didn't have to think about any other aspect of his life when he was nose deep in his textbooks.
Once he was in his groove, hours passed by in what felt like minutes. Pages and pages of his notebook were filled with practice questions, extra notes to remember, and summaries of everything he'd been over.
He didn't notice the way his fingers tapped against the table to the beat of his music or that his head would bop along too. He didn't notice the way he'd mumble to himself when he realized what the solution to his practice problem or how he grumbled when it took him longer than normal to figure it out.
It was cute, how into it he got. Someone like him must have loved the degree he was taking.
And he did. Gojo was a physics major and he loved it. He loved learning all the different ways the world worked and all about these crazy theories. Every course he's taken was interesting.
Most times it was late into the night when he realized he should pack up and head home. The daylight completely vanished from the sky as he treks across campus to his dorm. The exhaustion won't hit him until he hears the sound of his roommate even out in the hallway.
It's not that Gojo didn't like his roommate, it was just that Sukuna was loud. And not just sound wise - his whole personality was loud. Bright hair, obnoxious laugh, the way that he just believed he was on top of the world all the time. He was a decent guy but living with him was a learning curve.
Tonight, Gojo sighed before pushing open the front door of their shared dorm. He could hear the bumping music three doors down and realized it was a Thursday night - Sukuna's favourite night to have people over for a pregame before hitting up whichever bar they decided on.
It wasn't too bad - four people he recognized were scattered on his couch.
Geto had one arm along the back of the couch, playing with the ends of Yuki's hair as they chatted. Gojo had known him even longer than he'd known Sukuna - the two went through first year orientation together but quickly realized the different paths they were one. Still, they'd keep in touch.
Toji and Shoko were rolling what looked to be joint on his coffee table. He hoped it was just tabaco and they were just snooty bastards who preferred to hand roll their cigarettes.
Considering how late it was getting he assumed this was it. They gave Gojo a wave as he walked by, headphones still over his ears but no music playing.
"Satoru," Geto dragged out his name. He could have pretended to not hear him but it had been a long time since the two had seen each other. He pushed down his headphones to rest around his neck. "You joining us tonight?"
"Gojo come with!" Yuki excitedly clapped her hands together at the idea.
"Nah not tonight," he rejected in the most chill tone he could muster up at this hour. He trekked along, hoping to avoid any further conversation.
Sukuna was in the kitchen digging through their shared fridge.
"Hey," he popped up as Gojo tried to sneak by. "Sorry we're headed out pretty soon here, didn't think you'd be back this early."
Early? It was just past 10pm.
"All good." Truthfully, all he wanted to do was go shower and crash into bed but with there only being one shared bathroom he'd have to wait until their guests were gone.
"Hey, uh," Sukuna closed the fridge door. He rubbed at his shoulder for a second before continuing, "I know it's not your scene but we're going to this party next Saturday if you want to join. It's not going to be anything crazy."
Technically, he could.
His exam tomorrow wasn't until the afternoon and then he was free until the following Thursday where he'd have a quiz to study for.
That being said, Gojo didn't go to parties - especially not the ones that Sukuna attended. The music was too loud and he hated how shit faced people got. He walked into an unfortunate fucking-in-the-bathroom scene once and he swore off ever having to piss at a party again.
"I'll let you know," he shrugged - aka I'm not going. His usual response whenever he was asked to go out. "Have fun tonight."
Sukuna nodded in thanks. He clapped a hand down on Gojo's shoulder before joining his friends again.
Gojo wasn't sure if Sukuna actually enjoyed living with him. He was sure that some partying going want-to-be frat boy would have been better off instead. But, he never complained about having him as a roommate and regardless of their vastly different personalities and went as far to include him in things.
Thirty minutes later the dorm was silent. Gojo locked himself up in his room while he waited for them to leave. He'd done a review of the notes he made during that time, the midterm tomorrow was a big one and he wanted to make sure he was well prepared.
There were empty cans on the bathroom counter, thankfully no further mess. Sukuna was fairly decent about cleaning up after his friends, there was still a good chunk of the time that Gojo found himself tidying up. Not that he minded all that much, he liked the place cleaner than most guys his age so he was okay putting in the extra work to make it that way.
He couldn't be bothered to that moment, just wanting the shower he'd been craving for the last hour.
Gojo sighed as the hot water pounded down on him. He was tired, mentally too. As much as he did love the courses he was in and studying until late hours of the night, it took a toll too. Midterm season was coming to its end and he spent more time in the library than he did his own room.
Maybe he should go to the party next weekend.
He deserved a break. Deserved a couple of beers. The few parties he went to over his university years he remained mostly sober, only indulging in a few drinks and never enough to be hungover the next day. The anxiety surrounding over drinking and forgetting the things he could say or do was too much, he couldn't handle it.
Gojo rested his forehead against the cool tile. Maybe he'd go. Maybe. He'll make a decision after a few more inquiries.
It took all of his will power to drag himself from the shower to his bed. Half dried and not caring he slipped under the perfectly made duvet still naked.
A break would be good.
A release from all the stress he had building up over the last few weeks. A few beers, trailing around Sukuna as he said hello to all his friends, and introducing him to girls that were clearly more interested in his taller roommate. It wasn't his ideal of fun but it was good every once in a while.
"F-fuck," Gojo groaned out. He was pent up, anxious about his exam tomorrow and doubled down with the thought of maybe going to a party.
It was a... temporary solution to his stress. A lazy fist jerking his aching cock. No need for him to try to be quiet because he was home alone. One of the rare times he indulged in these random spikes of desire.
It's sloppy, no rhyme or rhythm. Quick jerks that have his shoulders caving in and loud moans that echo in the empty space. His imagination running through some faceless girl who's got a sloppy cunt just for him. Someone who begs him to fuck her harder and harder until she's a bubbling mess of cum and desire.
"Ah- shit, p-please," he whines to himself. It hits him hard as thick shots of white coat his torso. His breathing is heavy as he strokes every last bit out. It takes him a few minutes to catch his breath and furthermore clean himself up again.
Still stressed. Still thinking about how maybe he will just go to that party.
~~~~~~~~
Gojo was mostly used to the foot traffic that went through his dorm room. The two bedroom space was small, barely a kitchen and a pathetic excuse of a living room. One small bathroom separated the 2 bedrooms.
However, it was rare for there to a) be a knock on the door, most people just let themselves in at this point b) for there to be someone coming over when Sukuna wasn't home.
He thought he misheard the first time, sure it was some background noise in the video game he was playing. Two minutes later it came again, angrier and louder this time. He paused the game before tripping over himself to race to the door. A loud thud echoed, followed by a curse.
There was no composing himself before he flung the door open, already feeling horribly guilty for not coming at the first knock.
"Took you long enough, I'm already doing you a favour coming all the way over least you could - Oh shit sorry."
It took Gojo a moment to realize where he recognized you from. The girl from the library, feet kicked up in the corner. It was the same dark hoodie he'd seen you in before. He'd never seen you this close before, didn't realize that under that hood you had such a pretty face.
He watched the confusion on your face as you checked the door number, then back down at your phone as if you were making sure the address matched.
"Sukuna live here?" You finally looked up into his eyes. Your own widened for a moment before shying away. Gojo felt his cheeks warm, suddenly realizing how disgustingly under dressed he was to be speaking to someone he didn't know.
Ratty Digimon t-shirt from high school that he swore to himself he'd finally throw out (he didn't), mismatched socks, an old pair of sweats that a hole in the crotch. At least he was wearing underwear. After his exam earlier that day he couldn't care less about what he looked like with no plans on leaving.
"Huh?" you leaned in some when he didn't answer right away.
"He lives here," Gojo tried to stop the flush rushing up his neck from spreading. God this was embarrassing. You pushed past him, letting yourself into the dorm. He got a strong waft of weed and floral perfume from you. "He's out right now."
"Ugh, what a piece of shit," you grumbled. He's never seen you around here before - he knew most of Sukuna's friends. Maybe he managed to successfully lock himself in his room the times you had been over. "When will he be back?"
"He just went to the gym, probably a couple of hours," Gojo shrugged. He scratched at the back of his neck, unsure how to handle this situation. Not to mention he felt awkward under your gaze. Whatever you were here for, clearly you weren't happy to do it. "Can I, uh, help with anything?"
"You can tell that dumbass not to fuck off when he texts me to bring him his stuff," you nearly growled with annoyance. Gojo winced at your curses towards his roommate.
"I'll uh, let him know."
"And tell him if he ever sends that motherfucker Naoya my way again I'm going to have Choso beat his face in. I swear - Ugh, sorry I'm pissed off," you shook your head, cutting yourself off. It wasn't fair to take your annoyance of Sukuna out on his white-haired roommate.
Gojo stood with wide eyes, even more not sure how to process you standing in his living room with this rage rolling off of you. Who knew someone with such a cute face could hold so much anger.
"I need a joint," you rubbed a hand down your face.
Gojo watched as you rustled inside the pocket of your hoodie and pulled out a clear plastic bag with - what he was 95% sure - was weed inside.
You held it out for him, giving it a little shove when he didn't grab it right away. Reluctantly, he grabbed the bag between his two fingers as if he didn't want to touch it.
"Either you can pay me what he owes now and figure it out later, or Sukuna can pay double the next time I see him. Personally, I'm fine with the latter."
Sukuna sucked at paying Gojo back. He would always have his rent in on time - that was never the issue. It was the small things - buying dinners, spotting him cash for a case of beer, new things for their dorm. Last thing he wanted was to be part of this... drug deal.
"Um, I guess I'll let him know that you owe him double then, too." Just another thing to tac on the list of things he has to break the news of to Sukuna.
"Perfect, well... thanks then."
And you were gone, so quickly that Gojo swore he hallucinated the entire experience. He stood there for a full minute before realizing he was still holding the bag of weed and that you truly were just standing there. He set the bag down on the coffee table and stalked over to the window.
Just as you said, a puff of smoke blew from you as you walked away from his dorm, burning joint between your fingers. Even with your frustration, you still had a lazy walk - no urgency whatsoever.
God did he just do a drug deal? What would happen if the school found out? His perfect record shattered all because a little bag of weed. Anxiety spread through his chest filling up every nerve in his body.
Gojo stood in the bathroom, scrubbing his hands until they were raw and red as if it would wash away what he'd just done.
~~~~~~~~
Gojo sat in the back corner of the library. Hood up, headphones on and nose deep in his textbook.
The quiz he had tomorrow wasn't even a difficult one but his nerves all week had been shot. He found comfort in the library, comfort in perfecting his knowledge until he basically memorized every line.
When Sukuna got home from the gym last weekend Gojo was an anxious mess. He'd been pacing so much his calves were burning and his skin was raw from the scratching. He went over every single possibility of what could go wrong with the bag of weed sitting on his coffee table.
How he could get kicked out of school, how he could go to jail, an academic misconduct, the possibilities were endless.
It wasn't until Sukuna got home and assured him that none of that would happen. He believed him, truly, but deep down his anxiety was still getting the best of him. Sukuna had a barky laugh at Gojo's anxiety - it wasn't the first time that he's seen him go through this. He didn't mind talking him off the ledge, especially this time when it was his fault.
Everything was fine. He was fine. Nothing to be worried about. He just needed to keep telling himself that over and over until he felt okay again.
Later that night Sukuna came back smelling similar to what you had that afternoon. Deep skunky stench clinging to his clothes, his breath, filling up the dorm so strongly until Gojo had to resort to his room to avoid it.
That same smell filled his nose again as he sat at the library. Gojo looked up from his textbook, heart nearly jumping out of his chest at the shock of someone sitting across from him. How long did they go unnoticed?
"'bout time you looked up."
You'd been sitting there for nearly five minutes before he even noticed you. The same, poor, white-headed guy you yelled at was hiding away in the corner. Even with his hoodie up it was easy to spot the white tufts sticking out and the shiny blue eyes hiding behind those big round glasses.
He was so engrossed in his studies, and by your guess, music so loud, that he didn't notice you join him at the table. The library was packed and there were no tables free, you invited yourself over to his.
His cheeks were flushed pink as he realized you were sitting there. It was intriguing watching him. He twirled his pen between his fingers, head bopping along slightly to whatever music he was listening to. He silently mumbled to himself as he worked through problems on his own.
"H-how long have you been sitting there?" He managed to choke out while so flustered. He pulled his headphones off and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
"Few minutes," you shrugged. The nonchalance in your tone made him envious. So calm, carefree - he wished he could be like that. "You're kind of cute when you study."
It was true - he was cute - but really you wanted to see if his face turned even more red. Poor guy looked like he wanted crawl in a hole and die with embarrassment. Your lips curled up into a cheeky grin.
He didn't even know what to say to that. More so, he didn't know how to react around you.
He was still anxious from your last encounter. His heart palpitated even more as you leaned into your hands on the desk.
"So Sukuna's roomie, do you mind if I study here? It's kind of busy."
You were obviously high - even Gojo could quickly tell. Red hazy eyes, lingering skunk smell, even your movements were lagged. Not to be rude - but he didn't think people like you studied at all - even if he had seen you here a few times.
"Um, Gojo - or Satoru - whichever," he mumbled out. "My name, I mean."
"Sa-to-ru," you enunciated every syllable trying it out. "I guess that's easier than Sukuna's roommate. Y/N."
"Y/N," He repeated. Pretty. "Um, yeah, you can sit."
You could sit but there was not a fucking chance he'd be able to focus anymore. He watched you with a keen eyes as you pulled out your laptop and books. You didn't say much else, putting on your own headphones as you found your own groove.
Thirty minutes passed. Silence.
Not a single word came from either of you. Gojo's eyes darted between the notes he made zero additions to and the scrunch your face every time you came across something you didn't know. His headphones rested over his ears but no music played. Instead he listened to your pen tapping against the desk and how you shuffled every five minutes.
He kept tugging at the strings of his hoodie. Watching above the rim of his glasses at every chance. If you felt his eyes on you, you didn't say anything about it.
Another thirty.
Gojo managed to focus for maybe ten minutes before you distracted him again. A little pout on your glossed lips when you struggled to figure out the solution. He could hear your sighs through the headphones, each one getting more and more frustrated.
"I need a smoke," You decided, standing up suddenly. "And a coffee. And a fucking a break."
Gojo pulled his headphones down around his neck, watching as you dug around your bag until you found the lighter and the joint you were searching for.
"Can you watch my stuff?" There was a joke on the tip of his tongue - one about how they just met and how he could be a thief. Maybe just funny enough to get a little laugh out of you. Instead, he managed a nod.
When you were out of eyesight, Gojo spun your laptop around to get a look at whatever had you so frustrated. Between a quick read of the chapter you had open he was able to solve it pretty quickly. He typed in a few bullet points where you left off in hopes it would help when you got back.
He went back and forth for five minutes if he should leave any notes. Would you find it weird? In the end he left them there.
Gojo didn't have anything left to study. It was just a quiz tomorrow - one that he didn't even need to review his notes for. Yet here he was - spending extra hours in the library because you decided to sit with him.
Which was stupid because his heart annoying raced with anxiety the entire time. He felt trapped in his seat and the horrible pit in his stomach would not go away. Yet here he was, watching your stuff and helping you study. Waiting, getting impatient for your return.
Most of his things were packed up by the time you got back. Two iced coffees in hand and a slight cough still left in your lungs. Gojo's nose twitched, not used to the smell at all. Thankfully, he didn't think you noticed.
"You done studying?" You slid the second drink over his way.
"Mostly," he lied. There wasn't anything left for him to study. He knew his notes inside and out. "Thank you, you didn't need to get me anything."
"Least I could do for bombarding your space. And for yelling at your the other day. Sorry about that," you logged back into your laptop. Immediately, you noticed the additional notes that were certainly not there before you left. "Did you do my work?"
Gojo flushed, playing with the arm of his glasses. "Err, just pointed you in the right direction you looked like you were getting frustrated. I hope that's okay."
"Have you taken this class before?"
"No, but I read your textbook a little and put it together." It wasn't anywhere near his expertise, but Gojo was always good at figuring things out quickly." "I'm sorry I shouldn't have -"
"Ah, so Shoko was right, you are super duper smart." You leaned in. This guy just kept getting more interesting. One look at your work and he's figured it out while you've been stuck on it for ages. "Thank you, Satoru, I appreciate it."
Why did his name sound so good coming from you?
"Y-you're welcome," there was only a single beat of silence, but he couldn't stand the uncomfortableness of it. "So um, how do you know Ryo?"
"We have some mutual friends. Shoko introduced us, she's been around a few times you might know her." Gojo knew her - she was a frequent flier in the house, always trailing the smell of cigarettes behind her. "Sorry again about the other day, I was... in a bad mood. Sukuna knows how to get me even more annoyed."
"S'okay," Gojo shrugged. He was certainly not okay. It took him two days to feel somewhat back to his normal self.
"Did you, uh, get your money?" He watched your scowl form and grow - an answer all in itself. You took a long sip out of your drink. "He's pretty shit at paying people back."
"He's just a piece of shit in general," you argue, smiling a little as Gojo laughs.
"He's not that bad. He's been a decent roommate." Gojo tries to defend. There was a silence, he toyed with his glasses again. "Do you um, often, uh... sell?"
"Why you want some?" you gleam up at him, hint of a grin on your lips. Gojo furiously shook his head, a little laugh came out of you from it. "No, I don't. It was a one time favour. But... You let me know if you ever change your mind."
"I will not but thank you."
"Oh Satoru, you're too innocent for this world."
~~~~~
Satoru was not someone you would have expected to enjoy living with Sukuna.
You chatted for well over an hour after you grabbed coffees. He wasn't just smart - he was a full on geek. Digimon, mangas, video games, hell he even mentioned that he was in theatre when he was younger. But gosh, he was just so cute when he got excited about all those things.
He wasn't what you expected - nerdy as hell sure - but he was kind with a sharp tongue.
The past few days he lingered in the back of your mind. Subconsciously you looked for that mop of white whenever you roamed campus.
He stuck to his usual spots outside of classes. The library, his dorm, the coffee shop in the science building that was on the top floor and overlooked the campus. He claimed it was the best spot on campus to enjoy some time away from the clutter of books and people.
You on the other hand? Hidden spots between buildings to sneak a smoke, lingering around the campus quad to see your friends. Skipping classes because you forgot or didn't feel like it. Not the same kind of lifestyle - the only overlap is both of you wanting to hide away in the library.
He intrigued you for sure. Satoru was different than the rest of the people in your life, you liked that.
"Y/N" Shoko dragged out your name. She dragged you to this party that she assured was 'lowkey' and was far from it. You sat on a disgusting, grimey couch with burn holes all over it in some basement of a frat. Parties were fun. Frat parties? Not so much.
A blunt burned away between your fingers. Fried out of your mind already, you passed it over to Shoko. She looked ridiculous, cigarette in one hand blunt in the other and a solo cup of alcohol nestled between her thighs. You should have known she was going to go hard tonight she'd been whining all week about how she hated her life during exam season.
Music bumped loudly enough from upstairs that it bled into the basement. The crowd of people dancing and drinking upstairs rumbled through the roof above you. It was busy downstairs too, dozens of people in the hazy space but it was quieter. Most people were high not drunk - some both.
"Let's go upstairs," Shoko tried to convince you. Your head lulled back to rest on the couch, eyes glazed over at her. There was no shot you were getting up from that couch. Not when you could barely even feel your toes and any movement was three times slower than it should be. "Please please pleaseeeee. Ryo just texted me that they've been here for a while and have been looking for us."
"Couldn't be looking that hard, he knows we'd be down here," you shrug. Carefully up pluck the cup between Shoko's legs for a sip. The blunt made your mouth unbearably dry this time. "Tell him to come to us."
"No I want to go drink more anyway and all the liquor is up there," Shoko put out her cigarette and the rest of the blunt in the ashtray in front of her. Her arm looped tightly around yours and before you could complain she was hauling you up to your feet.
"Hey wait I wasn't done with that -" you complain at the no longer lit blunt.
"You're off your rocker high as shit, anymore and you're going to literally melt into the couch," Shoko scowled at you. She pulled you along by the arm towards the stairs.
It was even more busy than when you arrived. Bodies every where, sticky floors, so many pairs of tits threatening to spill out of the tight shirts they were wearing. Mentally, you glared at Shoko - never again would you believe her when she said it was going to be a small party.
I'm too fucking high for this.
You found yourselves in the kitchen, two cups of whatever monstrosity was created. Shoko continued to search the crowd - if it was for Sukuna then he shouldn't be that hard to find he was a head taller than everyone else.
White.
Bright white in the dark house - like a beacon almost.
What the actual hell was he doing here? You redirected Shoko towards him, likely the one she was looking for was over there.
"Satoruuuu," You sang out - stepping all the way up on your toes to reach as close as you could to his ear. His back was towards you but as soon as he heard his name he spun around. His glasses were low on the bridge of his nose, bright eyes shining towards you. He wore a black button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and jeans - basic but still so different than the attire you've seen him in before. Sexier.
A loose smile lit up his face.
"You keep popping up every where now, Satoru. If I didn't know better I'd say you're following me." There it was - the pink cheeks that he usually had from shyness.
Regardless of the shyness, he leaned down to your eye level. He smelt divine, wearing some woody cologne that you're sure he's never warn around you before. It made you lean in just a little bit more. His breath reeked of alcohol as it fanned across you cheek.
"You're high."
"And you're drunk as shit," you giggle. Was this really the same guy that was geeking out in the library only a few days ago? The alcohol really washed away all his pent up anxiety. "I wouldn't have pegged you as the kind of guy that goes to parties."
"He's not, nearly dragged him here," Sukuna slung an arm over Satoru's shoulder. He wasn't much taller than Satoru, but broader in ever way. Your eyes narrowed at his appearance. "I didn't know you two were friendly."
"You owe me money you dick."
"Ah fuck," Sukuna tapped his pockets like he was looking for his wallet just to come up empty handed. Typical. "Gojo do you have any cash on you?"
Without even hesitating Satoru went to pull out his wallet. You raised your hand to stop him. Not a chance.
"No no, I don't want his money Sukuna, I want yours. Have it for me the next time I see you or I'll send Choso over to get it. Got it?"
Satoru's eyes darted between the two of you at the interaction. He was glad you weren't losing your shit like last time at least. Still, it was hard to gauge what kind of friendship you held with the pink haired giant.
"Yes ma'am," he faked saluted. The full cup of alcohol sloshed around in his hand. He licked the spillage, looking up to Shoko with a new glint in his eyes. With a final tap on his roommate's shoulder, he bid farewell, "I'll leave you kids to it then. Promise I'll have cash for you next time."
Shoko and Sukuna followed each other deeper into the crowd of people, leaving the two of you standing there - seemingly out of place. The tip of Satoru's finger traced around the rim of his cup. He looked nervous to be left alone, like clinging to Sukuna was the only comfort he had in this foreign place.
Like Shoko did earlier, you looped your arm into his. He eased into your hold. It hit you - he was anxious to be here. That cup of alcohol was probably calming his nerves, much as the joint you had earlier eased yours. He chugged back another large sip. His face scrunched up at the strong taste.
His gaze slid over you. Up your bare legs, you chest, lingering at your neck before finally analyzing every bit of your face. You looked different than the last time he'd seen you.
"You look pretty," Satoru complimented. It was much the same to every other girl in this party. Skimpy little dress with the addition of layered necklaces and bracelets. He was probably the only one here who would have chosen pretty over sexy. "Very pretty."
"Thank you Satoru, you look very handsome yourself." It was your new life mission to see those cheeks of his always have a pink blush to them. "Does Sukuna usually drag you out to these things?"
He shook his head. This was the first time that you'd seen him at a party before. Maybe you just hadn't noticed him but he stuck out in these kinds of crowds.
"I didn't want to come tonight," he admitted, slurring his words slightly. "I was going back and forth and Ryo promised it was going to be a small party and it's not. I don't like it."
Sounds like Sukuna and Shoko had similar promises.
"What's it like being high?" Gosh he was talkative when he was drunk. Satoru took another sip out of his cup. He looked at the bottom as if there was a hole in it and that was the reason it was empty, not because he'd been pounding it back. "I want another."
He didn't give you the chance to answer his question - with your arms linked he led you back to the kitchen so he could refill his cup. It was more spacious in there at least. Regardless, you missed your spot downstairs and the blunt you didn't get to finish.
Shoko was right though, two more puffs and you'd start twitching. The stupidly annoying spasms that you got when you smoked just a little bit too much. It was a teetering sign that you were close to greening out.
"I can't believe Ryo would leave me like this," Satoru sighed, a fresh new cup in his hand. He leaned against the kitchen counter, head tilted back and exposing his throat. "He promised he wouldn't."
He sounded like a whiny kid about it - a cute one at least. Satoru didn't look so out of place here, not as much as you would have expected. He was certainly handsome behind those nerdy clothes he hid behind.
It was a pleasant surprise running into him here of all places.
"You have me," you patted his arm, feeling the surprising bit of muscle under the tight shirt. "I'm sure he wouldn't have left you otherwise."
"Promise you won't leave me?"
"Pinky promise, Toru."
~~~~~~~
You woke up drenched in sweat. Literally drenched. The sheets were soaked, hair stuck to the back of your neck, and every bit of moisture was void of your mouth. Hellish.
Satoru, to no surprise, needed to go home shortly after your pinky promise. He was way too drunk and reached the level where you were sure he was going to start puking everywhere. You couldn't have been bothered last night to find Sukuna and tell him to bring his roommate back - instead just sending him a text that you would do it yourself.
It was a battle to get Satoru back to his home. He was so large and so drunk that leading him anywhere was a task that really needed two people. You made it (thankfully with zero puking in the car ride, he passed out as soon as he sat down).
His room was about as you expected. Clean, organized, nerdy little posters scattering the wall above his desk. A bookshelf filled with all different textbooks, manga's, and casual reads. It was so Satoru.
As soon as he crossed into his room his clothes were stripped off and he was crawling into bed. You nearly had to beg him to drink the glass of water he left on his nightstand ahead of time. The next biggest mistake? The way his fingers latched onto your wrist and he looked up at you with desperate eyes asking you to stay with him.
You promised not to leave me.
At least you weren't hungover.
A heavy arm was slung over your waist, firm body snug against your backside. Satoru had latched onto you as soon as you joined him in his bed (which he nearly begged to have you in). He was a furnace in his (almost) nakedness. Only his briefs were providing a barrier between his rock hard morning wood and your ass.
In any other situation, you might have considered grinding against it harder. With Satoru? You knew his ask to stay with you was purely innocent.
His arm tightened around you as he groaned himself awake. There was a moment of perfect stillness followed up by him nearly sprinting out of the room. Not even ten seconds later you heard the vile sound of him throwing up in the bathroom next door.
Gross.
The perfectly sweet moment that could have been waking up in his arms ripped away with the reminder that he was hungover.
When the sounds of gagging came to a stop you begrudgingly got out of his bed to go check on him.
Satoru rested his back against the side of the tub, legs sprawled out and head hung in his hand. He looked worse for wear.
"How are you feeling Satoru?" You leaned against the frame of the door. On the way over your noticed Sukuna's door was cracked open - likely he didn't come back last night. He jumped at the sound of your voice - like he forgot that he woke up next to you. "Can I get you some water?"
He meekly nodded, avoiding looking at your directly. It seemed like without his glasses his eyes shined even brighter. What a beautiful blue indeed.
When you returned, he was still in the exact same position. He gladly accepted the water and the antiacids you rummaged around for. After swallowing both, he hovered over the toilet bowl as if he was about to throw up again. Thankfully he kept it down.
His cheeks were flushed, eyes watery. If it wasn't the situation that he was in you'd argue he looked fucking sinful. Satoru had a lot more muscle under those clothes of his than you anticipated. No where near his roommate - but there was some definition there. He was long and lean.
His eyes dragged up your bare legs, to the t shirt he lent you, and finally your own wandering eyes.
"That's my shirt," his voice was raspy.
"It is."
"You're wearing my shirt... and no pants," he continued with the obvious observation. The heel of his palm rubbed into his bare chest right above his heart. You could see the thoughts racing through his head and the growing concern reaching his face. "Why - why are you here? What..."
The pace of his hand increased, eyes darting around the room trying to connect the dots of why this situation came to be. His breathing increase - faster and harder as if the air won't fully reach his lungs.
His shoulders were tense, pulled up to his ears like he's physically bracing his body against the onslaught of these thoughts. He switched between tugging at his white hair and rubbing his chest. Eyes darting around the room like it's closing in on him. Small signs of anxiety multiply.
Satoru stumbled over his words - asking half questions before moving onto the next. You can't fully understand him but he's anxious about last night you're sure.
No, not just anxious it's panic.
He was reaching the start of an panic attack.
Calmly, you sat down next to him. The space was small but you kept far enough away not to touch him. Didn't want him to feel trapped in the safety of his own home.
"Toru," you began. There's been a few times you've seen this before. Your roommate, Shoko, everyone's had moment of anxiety and you know sometimes it's hard to back down from that feeling. This was something more. "It's okay. Do you not remember all of last night?"
He shook his head tightly. "Do you want me to to go over what happened? Nothing bad happened - you didn't do anything wrong, okay? Nothing bad happened to you or anyone else."
There was hesitation. You reached out to grab the hand not clawing at his chest before stopping. Without thinking twice he grabbed it, pulling it close to him like an anchor. He glanced over at the corner of his eye, nodding once for you to continue. He hated this feeling of not being able to remember what he did or said and who he was with.
You told him everything - starting with the pinky promise not to leave him alone at that party. The drinks he pounded back and how carefree he became - the big smiles he wore. The friends you introduced him to and how you ran into Sukuna and Shoko later in the night. Satoru gave a dramatic hug and a kiss on the cheek to Sukuna who barked out a laugh and gave him a peck back.
How you danced to the beat of the music together, sweaty bodies touching and swaying until he became aware of his stomach was starting to hurt from the alcohol and you needed to bring him home. Satoru watched you so intensely as you smoked a new joint while waiting for your ride back to his home. Wordless, but captivated.
You told him about getting him to bed and how he asked you to stay with him. Politely, with no ill intentions. How he insisted you wear one of his shirts instead of the tight outfit you wore all night. Lastly, with his request to stay in his bed, because it wouldn't be very gentleman like to have you sleep on the couch.
The longer you spoke the more he calmed down. His hand dropped from his chest, his breathing slowly returning back to normal. You could feel the tension drop from his body along with his grip on your hand loosening.
"I was with you every minute last night, I promise you you have nothing to be worried about. You were nothing but a sweetheart," you assured him. He dragged his long legs up to his chest, keeping a hold of your hand and subsequently pulling you a little closer to him. "Do you want to stay here? Do you want me to stay here?"
Another single nod. He tucked his head between his knees, white hair going in every direction. You stayed, not moving, not saying anything until he was ready.
Ten minutes went by. Fifteen. Nearly twenty by the time he was fully calmed down.
"I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for Satoru," you promised. His hand - your intertwined hands - literally dripped sweat onto the bathroom tiles. It didn't matter, not if it helped him relax. He peeked up at you, trying to read your expression to see if you were sincere.
With Satoru... you felt different with him. You wanted to watch out for him, wanted to have his focus on you. It's been fun getting to know him. Maybe he didn't plan to have you see this side of him so quickly but this was a part of him too.
"My ass is starting to hurt." You try to lighten the mood. He seems mostly okay now. Salty streaks stain his cheeks, eyes glassy and red. He's safe with you, whether he fully knows it or not.
Satoru huffed out a chuckle. He tucked his head one more time and with a final deep breath peeled himself away from you. The side of the tub you leaned against suddenly felt like ice.
He stood before you (in all his near naked glory) with a hand stretched out to help you up. After a moment of admiring him (which he clearly noticed you do because his other hand went to cover his crotch) you accepted.
"Please don't look at me like that."
"I wasn't," you lied. He watched you saunter out of the room, clearly swaying your hips just a little extra. "Brush your teeth you just threw up."
~
Gojo decided to shower. For a few reasons - he hoped it would help the hangover go away, he felt disgusting from the amount of people who bumped into him, and mostly importantly he was hard as fuck.
He was a mess of emotions: anxiety, shame, regret, admiration, and horny. Really horny.
Those few brief moments of waking up with you in his arms may have been the best moments of his life. Your ass melded into his body - though he was embarrassed by the fact that you'd felt his morning wood. And to see you in nothing but his shirt? Gojo was ready to melt away.
Cold water wasn't enough - he needed his fist and the image of your thighs engraved in his brain to finally feel some reprieve.
He felt a new wave of emotion when you talked him through his panic. Of course he was grateful for helping him before it could reach it's peak - but mostly he was in shock that you so easily picked up on and adapted to the situation. Gojo had worked himself through panic attacks before, none of them had he eased out of so quickly.
He still felt like shit when he got out of the shower. The hangover loomed over him like a dark cloud but at least he didn't feel like he was going to throw up anymore.
With minty fresh breath and a towel tied tightly around his waist he padded back to his room. Your clothes from the night before were crumpled on the floor but you were nowhere to be seen. Gojo called out your name to see if you were elsewhere in the apartment but there was no response.
Did you leave in such a rush that you forgot your things? No - there's no way you would just up and leave like that after staying with him for so long. He didn't see your phone - and it wasn't until he passed by his desk did he notice something off.
One of his notebooks was open. In big letters 'BRB :)' was scribbled in orange highlighter. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. You were coming back. He didn't get to thank you properly - for everything.
Gojo changed into a pair of sweats and tried going through all of his t shirts to find one that was clean and not incredibly nerdy. Why did he have so many Star Wars shirts?
The front door swung open before he could find a shirt.
"Satoruuuu," you called out, a little giggle in your voice. He was trying to go through his shirts faster but you reached his door before he could find one. For a second time that morning you looked at him with those eyes. "Oh. Sorry."
High-induced eyes trailed across his bare torso. The absolute primal stare you gave him made his recently relieved cock twitch back to life. Drips of water trailed down him still from his hair that was matted down.
He caught himself staring too. You wore the same shirt as earlier but now it was also the pair of sweats he was looking for earlier. They were clearly too long for you. The waist band was rolled up several times and they were bunched up around the ankles. How did you manage to make his ratty old clothes look so sexy?
"I uh, sorry," he repeated back your apology. Gojo grabbed a shirt nearest to him and cringed when he realized there was a giant Kirby on it. It would be too awkward to put back but he needed you to stop staring at him like that. It was bad enough you'd already seen him in just his underwear - more so that you were comforting him in just his underwear.
"I think your cheeks are almost as pink at Kirby, Toru," you laughed. "Are you feeling better? I ordered us some McDonalds."
Gojo gave you a playful glare and followed you into the living room. It was quite the feast you had ordered. The food was spread out across his coffee table, along with two coffees as well. He damn near moaned taking the first sip of it.
"I didn't know what you wanted so I got a little bit of everything," You explained. "And I ordered it while smoking so everything sounded delicious."
"You're not hungover too?"
"No, I don't drink much anymore," you shrugged. "When I started smoking weed drinking was less interesting to me."
Gojo chewed down a few more bites. "What made you start smoking?"
"Nothing made me start," you began with a little laugh, "Shoko let me try it one time, I just liked it more. No hangover, no forgotten decisions, I didn't wake up with anxiety. Sorry - I'm not trying to convince you at all I just wanted to explain myself."
Gojo shook his head, he knew that. Although everything you just described was what he had literally just gone through.
"I um, don't really drink so I don't know my limit too well - as you can tell," Gojo explained himself. He felt his hands get clammy recalling your morning together. "So I just wanted to say I really appreciate you watching out for me last night. And taking care of me this morning. I owe you - however you want. If you need help with school or anything let me know."
"Getting to see you almost naked was payment enough."
Gojo spit out the sip of coffee he was trying to take. He hacked up the rest of what was stuck in his lungs as you laughed so hard tears formed in your eyes.
"Please stop."
"I will not."
~~~
[10:31pm] Y/N: Toruuu
[10:36pm] Y/N: Satoruuuuuuuuuuuu
[10:47pm] Y/N: Toruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
[10:55pm] Y/N: omg wait is it past your bedtime
[10:55pm] Y/N: omg it totally is. kk well sweet dreams I'll ask you tomorrow <3
[6:31am] Satoru: Good Morning
[6:32am] Satoru: What did you want to ask me?
[8:06am] Y/N: do you workout
[8:13am] Satoru: That's what you wanted to ask me? Ryo and I go sometimes but I don't usually
[8:16am] Y/N: hmm
[8:16am] Y/N: send pic next time a juicy bicep pic
[8:16am] Y/N: plz plz plz
[8:18am] Satoru: Are you high?
[8:22am] Y/N: maybe
[8:22am] Y/N: still meant it
[8:23am] Satoru: I will not
[8:24am] Y/N: :'(
~~~~~
Gojo was sprawled out on the couch, long legs spread as he slouched. PS5 controller in his hands and eyes glued to the screen. Sukuna was similar, one leg propped up on the table in front of them. It was one of the few nights that they were both home without anything to do and decided to play some Fortnite together.
"Oh shit they're on me," Sukuna refocused on the TV. "Last two."
"I'm coming," Gojo pulled up just in time to eliminate the last player right as Sukuna went down. It was close but he managed to get the victory. "Nice man, about time I'm tired of getting our asses kicked."
"For real we were on a serious losing streak there," Sukuna set down the controller and stretched his arms out. "Classes have been good?"
"Yeah, It's a pretty light semester besides my one class," Gojo nodded. It always felt a little awkward at first when they did hangout. Once they found their groove it went smoothly - or maybe this was just another thing Gojo overthought about. "You?"
"Could be worse," he shrugged. Sukuna didn't care about his grades like Gojo did. As long as it was a pass that's all that mattered. "Yo, Geto was saying that he wished you'd come out with us more often."
"You know I'm not really a big fan of parties," he scratched at the back of his neck. The occasional one - sure - but he couldn't, nor did he want to, keep up with them. "Let me know you guys do something actually casual I'll try and make it."
They readied up for another round, the timer counting up at a particularly long wait in the lobby. Gojo tapped on the back of his controller as silence consumed them.
"Hey, uh," he started. How could he ask this without sounding like a creep? "You know Y/N right?"
"Yeah, she's one of Shoko's stoner friends. She comes out with us sometimes, comes in clutch when you want a joint. You seem to already know her, what's up?"
"Just..." Gojo trailed off as they entered a new game. "Just want to know more about her I guess. She um, took care of me at the party when I got too drunk. Been talking to her ever since."
"Man you were fucked," Sukuna laughed at the memory. Not in a condescending way, but it still put of spike of anxiety through Gojo. "She's good like that though. Happy to take care of people if she thinks they deserve it. Puts 'em through hell otherwise. Naoya made that mistake already."
Gojo nodded along. They fought against a hard duo in the game and lost pretty almost immediately.
He set down the controller, took a sigh and leaned back against the couch. So she deemed him worthy enough to take care of? Would you still feel that way the next time? He enjoyed spending time with you, enjoyed texting you too even though he wasn't really a texter.
He found himself staying up later than he normally would to keep your conversations going just a little bit longer. He'd dive towards his phone at every notification.
"You like her?" Sukuna cocked a brow. Not what he expected Gojo's type to be at all. He'd expect some other nerdy girl that they could geek out together. Not a stoner with a rep of partying.
Gojo flushed. He liked seeing you, talking to you, he certainly liked admiring you too.
"Think you can handle someone like that? She's a lot more than what you're used to."
Gojo wasn't 'used' to anyone. He didn't date much, didn't sleep around with random people. He stuck to his usual crowd of intellects and didn't stray unless it was Sukuna driven. But he felt the difference with you. You didn't push him in a bad way, didn't ask for him to keep his interests and grades to himself. Like you'd only accept his true self and nothing less.
"Yeah man, I think I could."
~~~~~
"You're not even studying, don't you have better places to be than here?"
"Not really."
You were sitting across from Satoru in the library again. You found him here more often, sitting with him even if it was just for a few minutes between classes or for hours late at night. He spent a lot of time here - subsequently so did you.
It was clear he came here right after class - worn slacks that had been wrinkled throughout the day, a black sweater vest over his button up. Same glasses as usual hiding those beautiful eyes of his.
You learned Satoru had two main outfits - any variation of the one he was currently wearing which was generally for class and another of sweatpants and either a plain hoodie or some geeky shirt which was reserved for lounging. Only once have you seen him in jeans - which was at the party you both went to weeks ago.
In those weeks you'd seen him nearly every other day. In between it was texting - the occasional call.
Your friends teased you for adopting the 'campus nerd'. Shoko complained how you could be spending your time with such hotter for fun people - like Geto or Toji. Choso barked out a laugh every time you told him you couldn't hangout because you were with Satoru. Poor kid is going to be tainted by you he'd claim.
Choso was a complicated relationship. He'd sell you weed, smoke with you, fuck you sometimes when you really needed it. It was nothing serious - for both of you. Choso knew you didn't like him like that but he was happy to sink his cock into you when you asked so nicely. It worked.
Satoru was refreshing. He didn't act or think like your usual crowd. He asked about your life like he was genuinely curious not because it felt like a common courtesy. You could relax around him, be real without the influence of weed making you yourself. There were no dark basements hot boxed with 10 people sharing a blunt. No drunk fucks trying grab your ass. No back alley joints in the freezing weather.
There was quiet library hangouts. Video games in the dark, cuddled up in blankets. Listening to him babble about his physics courses because he genuinely loved what he was learning and it was fucking adorable. There were late night giggles and shared stories.
So no, he wasn't 'fun' like Geto or Toji, but he sure as hell made you laugh and enjoy yourself.
"Wouldn't you rather be back in your room instead of here?"
"Nah," you shook your head. "Mei Mei, my roommate - she's got this fucking weird relationship with her brother and he's over all the time. I don't like to be there when he's over."
Satoru nodded in understanding. It explained a lot for him as to why he's seen you here so many times before - and why you've joined him as well. Not that's going to complain about having you keep him company (even if it was distracting when he really needed to study).
"Sorry to hear that."
"Nah, it's fine," you shrugged. There were only a couple of months left in the academic year and you wouldn't have to live with her anymore. "Means I get to spend more time with you."
"Wouldn't you rather hang out with your friends?"
"Toru are you saying we aren't friends?" You pouted. "Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"No!" He squeaked out a little too loudly, receiving glares from some of the people nearby. "I just um, mean you're not obligated to keep me company."
Maybe your new obsession was watching his cheeks grow pink. It was so easy to make happen. You cheeks rested in your palms, elbows on the table, the same pout still there.
"Are you done studying?" Satoru shrugged. Not really but he could pick it up again later. Later when he was alone and could focus properly instead of looking up at you every two minutes. "Let's go get some food. There's a new udon place on campus that looks good."
Satoru's stomach growled at the mention of food. Regardless if he was done studying he realized how starving he was. Quickly, methodically, he packed up his things. The bag was slung over his shoulder and he was ready to go.
You asked him about what he had been working on as you made your way out of the library. He got into this whole explanation of his assignment and how exciting it was that new breakthroughs were still happening. His hands were dramatically telling the story right along with him.
You looked a little silly walking together. Satoru in his preppy outfit, hair perfectly styled and a clean backpack over his shoulders. You were the opposite - ripped up jeans, dirty sneakers that you'd been meaning to replace, oversized hoodie. He didn't seem to mind.
As per many times you were on your way to get food, you pulled a joint out from the metal case you carried around. A few hand rolled ones were safely nestled inside.
Satoru watched as you felt around in all your pockets, unlit joint hanging between your lips. Searching.
"Ah fuck," you cursed. You were missing your lighter again, they seemed to be disappearing more often lately. Not that they were pricey to replace but it was a real pain when you didn't have a single one on you and wanted to light up.
"Here," Satoru unzipped the small pocket on his bag and and pulled out a small, metal square. A lighter. A really nice Zippo one at that. You flipped it over in your palm, a sun was engraved on it. He clearly dropped some cash on this thing.
"Why do you have a lighter, you don't smoke at all?" You questioned, but graciously accepted it. Fucking Choso stole your lighter yesterday when you saw him. Piece of shit.
He watched you block the wind with your hand and the small glow emitting on your face as you lit it up. Satoru had watched you every time you lit up a joint when he was near, he couldn't help it.
It was the same every time. Your hand protecting the flame, the other flicking the lighter. Joint between your lips holding it up until the tip is lit. Eyebrows scrunched up just a little bit as you concentrated. One second. Two seconds. Puff of smoke past your lips. Body relaxing.
"You keep losing yours," he answered simply. Your eyes shot over to him.
"You went and bought a lighter just in case I didn't have one?" You asked, confirming if you were right. Satoru nodded.
He watched you several times in the last few weeks of digging around your bag for a lighter just to come up empty handed. Not only did he watch, but he remembered, he did something about it. He thought of you outside of your time together and put this selfless purchase just so he could maybe help you out.
Fuck.
That's so sweet. Literally the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you even if it was something so small. He noticed your huffs when you didn't have a lighter on you. He noticed how you lost them, misplaced or forgotten them. He bought one, to keep on him, just in case it would be of use to you.
He didn't smoke. Didn't want to smoke. Yet here he was carrying around a lighter just for you.
Emotion waved over your, your heart suddenly aching.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
For the first time in a long time you felt tears threaten to well up in your eyes with glee.
Satoru stopped walking as you did. You looked between him and the lighter. His breath caught in his throat as you slammed into him, arms tight around his waist and cheek nuzzled into his chest. It took him a moment to realize what was going on, another until he returned your sudden hug.
"You're too kind to a tainted soul like me, Toru."
"You deserve the world, the moon and all the stars, Y/N."
~~~~~
[4:12pm] Y/N: can you plz help me with some homework. I'm dying here.
[4:14pm] Pinky Pie: For sure. When?
[4:19pm] Y/N: I'm at the library rn but whenever. it's not due for a week
[4:20pm] Pinky Pie: lol
[4:20pm] Pinky Pie: I'm here too where are you
[4:21pm] Y/N: LOLLLLLLLLL
[4:21pm] Y/N: I'm on the second floor by the window. ummm like the window that looks down in that corner where people go to makeout bc they think people can't see them but I can in fact see them.
[4:25pm] Pinky Pie: That's oddly specific.
[4:25pm] Pinky Pie: And I unfortunately know exactly which one you're talking about. Be there soon.
[4:27pm]: Y/N: thank youuuu. I offer buying you dinner in return.
[4:31pm] Pinky Pie: Don't worry about it, I'm happy to help you :)
[4:33pm] Y/N: wait are you wearing button up or sweater vest today
[4:34pm] Pinky Pie: A button up, why?
[4:34pm] Y/N: omg plz roll your sleeves up while explain things to me that'll be so hot. I'll even call you Sensei
[4:35pm] Pinky Pie: No.
~~~
[7:13pm] Sunshine: Mei Mei is gone 4 the weekend come over
[7:18pm] Pinky Pie: I'm not a booty call ask nicely
[7:23pm] Sunshine: Satoru can you please come over and watch movies with me to keep me company. Your presence would be most gracious.
[7:24pm] Pinky Pie: On my way!
The opening credits of Revenge of the Sith roared on your tv. Satoru insisted you watch the Star Wars movies in chronological order instead of by release order. The first two movies had been watched last weekend, now you were on the third.
Pizza was ordered and on its way. The two of you each cuddled up in your own blankets with an empty couch cushion between you. Your new perfect night in.
"Oh shit I forgot my water bottle in the kitchen," you realized, starting to get up before Satoru stopped you.
"No no, I'll go get it, you watch."
"Thank you Toru, help yourself to whatever you want in the fridge too," you told him. While he's gone, Anakin finally makes his first appearance on screen. You hear him clanking around in the kitchen.
He was comfortable in your space. Comfortable with you. No longer the awkward mannerism he had when you first met. More bold with his quips towards you. Smiling more, laughing more. The real him, not just this shell he uses to protect himself against the outside world.
He's not afraid to talk about the things he likes - even when he knows you don't understand any of it. He doesn't feel guilt when he comes to you excited that he aced another exam or ashamed when he didn't do quite as good as he wanted to.
He's noticed the same about you. You're not afraid to ask for his help with some homework. You'll lip him off just for fun because you know that he knows it's all just fun to get him embarrassed. He likes to answer all your silly questions.
Your legs were sprawled over his thighs as you watched in mostly silence. Satoru would point things out in the film as you watched. It was clear when there was a scene coming up that he had a fun fact to tell you about, he'd get all antsy and impatient for the scene to finish before explaining something about it.
The pizza arrives right after Obi Wan kills General Grevious.
Satoru once again offers to go get it. This time you pause the movie. He wobbles slightly as he stands but brushes it off from sitting for too long.
It's a long time before he gets back. Like way too long for just picking up a pizza from downstairs. Long enough that you're starting to worry if he locked himself out and couldn't get back in. Or maybe the delivery guy saw how pretty he is and tried to kidnap him.
You keep checking your phone to see if there's any texts or calls from him but nothing. Five more minutes then I'm going down to check on him.
In the next two your front door is clicking open and the warm smell of pizza fills your nose. Thank god.
"Something does not feel right," Satoru's legs are heavy as he carries both pizzas. His mouth is dry and his head feels light. He plops back down on the couch with such force that it gets pushed back.
"How so?"
"I feel... I don't know like..." Satoru tries to explain the feeling but can't grasp the words he's looking for. Something shocking considering he's usually so elegant with words.
It isn't until you notice the redness in his usually bright eyes do you realize he's right - something isn't right. There's a little smear of chocolate on his cheek - the side opposite to where you were sitting and hadn't noticed until now.
"Oh no," you realize what's going on.
"What? What's wrong?" Satoru starts to panic.
"Did you, um, eat any of the brownies out in the kitchen," you ask. The answer is obvious already. He nodded hesitantly. "How big of a piece?"
Satoru shaped out the approximate size he had with his hands.
"Oh no," you mumbled to yourself again. His eyes were so gone. His hands were sweaty as you grabbed them both into yours. "Toru, you're high as shit right now."
"I... I'm what?"
"You're high as shit."
"What?"
"I'm not repeating myself again." This is not good. Satoru had told you so many times that he didn't want to smoke weed. Although, this isn't really smoking. Now, you've accidentally gotten him stoned out of his mind - especially with the amount of brownie that he ate. "Those were pot brownies. I'm so sorry Toru I should have told you before hand."
"I'm high?" You nod. It's taking everything in you to hold back the laughter fighting to break out. This was not at all how you anticipated your night going.
"Are you okay?"
"I think so?" He sounded unsure. He looked down at his hands as if they'd give him the answer he was looking for. "I'm... so hungry. Everything feels heavy. I... my arms literally feel so heavy."
"Want me to feed you?" You joked. The first time high... he was lucky that it's the munchies and no lingering anxiety. Knowing him, you assumed it would have been the latter.
"Please?" He looks over at you with these beautiful glazed eyes, a little pout on his lips. So fucking pretty is what he is. There's a lightning of ache in you, there's a moment of wanting to indulge and a realization you couldn't.
"One slice, then the rest you're on your own."
Satoru moaned at his first bite. Fully moaned. Like moaned in the way that your thighs pressed together and your chest felt warm.
You were so close to him as it was, pressed into his side with his slice of piece in your hands. Hearing him like that? God it did not help with your earlier thoughts.
"I think this is the best pizza I've ever had," he chewed with his mouth open. This was so not like his usual self.
"You have the munchies, everything is going to taste good." Me included. "I'm so sorry Toru, I really didn't mean for this to happen."
"s'okay Sunshine," he was eerily calm about this. You expected him to panic and freak out, but here he was accepting it with open arms. "You always look so happy when you're smoking, I've been a little curious."
Oh my god Choso was right, you were corrupting him.
Satoru chomped his teeth together, silently asking for another bite.
He sat with his legs spread, arms loose at his sides. In a somewhat bold move, you decided to haul both of your legs overtop of one of his. Just so it's easier to feed him. He didn't seem to mind - going as far as to wrap his heavy arm around your waist.
"I don't want you smoking because of me, that's never been my intention."
"I'm not." Another big bite. "I wouldn't have if you didn't drug me."
"I didn't drug you!" You lightly smacked his chest with your free hand. "You drugged yourself. Never trust a brownie in a stoner's home."
"It feels like it's getting stronger," Satoru tried to explain the sensation he was feeling. His fingers nestled their way under you clothes, dragging them in little circles against your bare skin.
"It will, for a little while. Edibles kick in slowly and you ate a lot. If you start to feel sick at all let me know, okay? I don't want you to green out." He knew what that meant after a quick google search when he looked into weed - which he'd done not long after you started hanging out.
The single slice of pizza you promised to feed him was gone. He rested the open box on his other thigh, and you both chowed down. Clearly, you should have ordered two pizzas. Satoru ate nearly the entire large on his own with the exception of two measly little slices he left for you.
Next was a bag of chips.
A chocolate bar.
Another chocolate bar.
3 ginger ales.
Then there was the absurd amount of laughing as Anakin burned to death in Mustafar which was definitely not a scene you would have laughed at. He laughed so hard tears streamed down his face. Laughing as he poked your cheeks. Laughing at the sound your couch made when you reached to grab a sip of your water.
Finally, as Satoru reached the end half of his high, was the lanky limbs looking to snuggle into you.
He got tired as the movie ended. His already heavy limbs becoming even more limp as sleep threatened to take him over.
"Satoru, I'm not getting trapped under your on my couch - if you want to sleep go to my bed."
"I don't want to leave."
"I didn't say you had to leave I said go sleep in my bed." It was just his head laying on your thighs, one arm wrapped around them. He had a death grip on you. One of your hands rested in his hair, nails scratching along his scalp.
"Noooo," he whined shaking his head and holding you tighter. "Feels too nice like this."
"I can keep scratching in bed, promise."
This would be the second time you're having a sleepover. Though the first time Satoru couldn't remember any of it. This was a (mostly) conscious decision. You could have offered to go sleep in Mei Mei's room, you could have slept on the couch. The selfishness in you didn't offer either.
"Promise promise?"
"Yes, Toru."
So he followed you to your room. His feet dragging across the floors, blindly trusting you through the dark hallway to you room. The layout was different than his dorm, he didn't know where thing were but he trusted you fully.
So tired, Satoru peeled off his clothes like he was going to sleep in his own bed on instinct. It wasn't until you turned around did a quiet oh leave your lips at the sight of him near naked again.
"S-sorry, I'll put them back on," he reached for his pants. He was too sleepy to be thinking properly - too high to be thinking properly.
"S'okay, sleep how you're comfortable Toru." He didn't argue, just pulling back the blankets and slipping into your bed. "Close your eyes I'm changing."
He listened to you shuffling around, resisting the urge just to take a little peak. Just one, just to ease his curiosity. No. No he couldn't betray your trust like that.
The dim light that he could see behind his eyelids switched off, then the dip in the bed as you joined him. His breathing was so steady you though he fell asleep in that short amount of time.
Satoru wrapped his long arm around your torso, snuggling deep into your side as you were propped upright. As promised your hand went to his hair, continuing the motion you were earlier.
A quiet, barely audible moan slipped out. He must not of noticed that he did it because you didn't feel him tense, just relax more into you.
"Night Sunshine," Satoru mumbled out.
"Night Pinky Pie."
You didn't sleep at all that night. Not when Satoru pulled you in closer every chance he got. Not when you felt so safe and warm in the embrace of his arms. Not when your bare legs were tangled with his, chest to chest with no gaps between your bodies.
Not when he kissed the top of your head in his sleep.
~~~
[2:13pm] Sunshine: Sorry I'm late be there in 20 min
[2:14pm] Sunshine: bringing gifts dw
Gojo didn't mind that you were late. He was used to it by now between you and Sukuna.
He minded that you were on your phone giggling away on his bed while texting someone. He minded that you came strolling in here with hickeys on your neck.
When you complained earlier this week that Mei Mei was going to have her weird brother over all weekend, Gojo so kindly offered if you wanted to stay over so you didn't have to feel uncomfortable in your own home.
You told him you'd be over in the early afternoon - when in reality you pulled up late in the evening. Way past the 20 minutes you assured him you'd be.
Which was fine, he paced and waited anxiously as he waited for you, or even a text. Nothing until he probably walked four thousand steps in circles. And it was fine, it wasn't a strict timing for you to go over.
What wasn't fine?
What wasn't fine was the sudden possessiveness he felt over you as you kicked your feet to the texts you received.
It wasn't fine that he wanted to rip your phone out of your hands so he could pin you down to his bed and kiss you until you forgot whoever it was that you were texting.
His pen tapped against his desk with more force each time he heard you laugh. No amount of his assignment got completed, not when he couldn't focus on anything but you.
It was irritating enough as it was that for the last two weeks all he could think about was how you clung to him all night. When he woke up with you in his arms still and how you laid there for hours the next day talking and laughing - still cuddled up like it was something you did always.
He couldn't rid the feeling of his legs intertwined with yours, so smooth and bare. Or how it felt to have your fingers rub against his scalp and play with his hair. It was engraved in him.
You apologized profusely for accidentally drugging him with the weed brownies. Gojo seriously didn't mind - he was speaking the truth when he said he was curious about it. Not enough for him try to on his own but he wasn't mad about his night.
He learned two very important things that night: 1) he didn't care to be high again. It was fine but not his style. 2) He might just be addicted to having your body snug against his as he slept.
Gojo took an angry sip out of the coffee you brought him. His pen slammed down on his desk - unintentionally catching your attention.
"You okay, Toru?"
"Fine," he clipped.
"Are you almost done your assignment?"
"Not really."
"Do you wanna watch the next movie?"
Silence. Maybe too long of a silence while Gojo thought about his answer.
Of course he wanted to watch the next Star Wars movie with you, cozied up in his bed while it played on his laptop. Maybe you'd sit on opposite sides of the device, maybe you'd decide you wanted to nook yourself into his body. He'd get to smell the lingering traces of your perfume and the joint you smoked before coming up. He'd be forced to look at the fading bruises on your neck.
Forced to think about how you were in the bed of another man - which he had no right to be mad about. Not when you were nowhere close to being his. No - he was just your friend. Someone to pass the time with and didn't look at in the way he craved. He was just your nerdy little friend.
That's just how it was supposed to be.
Gojo was just a place holder until you got bored with him and moved onto the next friend.
"Toru."
He jumped, so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice you plant yourself behind him. Warm breath against the side of his neck as you whispered his name in his ear.
"You sure everything's okay?" You asked, slinging your arms over his shoulders from behind. He tensed slightly. Not enough for you to notice.
"Yeah." Lie. "Let's watch the movie I'll finish this later."
Gojo wished he was a little more shameful. You'd be disgusted at his thoughts the last week, late at night when he's alone. Nothing but the lingering feeling of your body against his and his perverted thoughts of you.
He wished he was more shameful about the way his dick was hard with you just on the other side of his bed. The hoodie you once wore was shed with how hot he kept his room leaving a skimpy little tank top that had your tits out on display for him.
Not for him.
No, he was just a friend.
You clearly had someone else to go fuck.
Your phone lit up again. Another text. His eyes darted to the screen. Choso. He's heard you say that name a few times but he didn't recognize the name outside of that.
It lit up again with a second text before you finally looked at it to answer. A smile cracked your lips as you read it. Gojo couldn't stop the annoyed huff this time - and with you so close you heard it loud and clear. Although his attention was on the laptop in front of him he could feel your stare.
"Satoru seriously what the fuck is going on with you." You paused the movie so his full attention had to be on you. "Do you not want me here? You've been ignoring me all afternoon."
Gojo stared at the paused screen. He couldn't share his true thoughts with you but he didn't know what else to say. How could he explain to you that he was ready to ruin this friendship you'd been cultivating for the last month and a half?
You watched him intently as you waited for an answer. The frustrated tic in his eyebrows, his lips in a thin line. His whole body was tensed up - even his fingers clasping in and out of a fist. This wasn't like the anxious mannerisms he had before, this was something else - something new that you'd never seen on him before.
It was jealously - but you'd never be able to figure that out on your own.
"Satoru."
"It's fine." He pressed play on the movie. It ran for about ten seconds before you paused it again.
"Satoru if you don't want me here I'm leaving," you gathered up your hoodie, the lighter you left on his bedside table and shoved it into your bag. You made it to the door, hand on the handle when he finally spoke again.
"To Choso?"
Gojo watched you freeze. The name was foreign on his lips but he was certain it was the same one you were moaning recently. His body moved without his mind keeping up - up off the bed towards you and your still frame.
One hand of his rested against the door. His body hovered so closely behind yours that he could feel the heat radiating off of you. Too close, too close. Your smell, your breathing, all of it was too much on his already overloaded senses from overthinking every little thing.
"Don't go to him."
You flipped around, an angered look in those hazy, stoned eyes of yours. It didn't last long, not when he was so close to you and you suddenly felt oh so small. Gojo was always tall, a little lanky but some muscle hidden in there. Now, before you, he felt huge towering over you. Trapping you between himself and your one route of escape.
"Toru I-" you cut yourself off. There was a lot going through that pretty little head of yours, he could see it in your eyes, all over your face, even the way your voice felt forced.
This feeling in his chest, this yearning that he gets only for you, it's overpowering. Consuming. Every nerve in him gravitates towards you. It's unbearable.
He shouldn't feel this way, shouldn't think this way about someone he'd consider his best friend. Yet, here he is, standing with your body pressed against his and his gaze glued to your parted lips.
His hand is burning against your skin as he cups your cheek. Maybe it's your own skin that's an inferno. His thumb slides back and forth over your cheek bone, still staring at your lips.
Gojo aches all over. Aches for you.
Slowly, ever so slowly, does he lean closer to you. You can feel his pulse in his hand, thumping so erratically that you fear he might work himself up too hard into a panic.
There's a jolt that shoots through his entire body as his lips barely graze yours. Not a kiss, hardly even a touch - but it's enough for him to feel it. Enough for him to brush against them again, more this time - more until you do anything besides stand there in shock.
He wants to kiss you, fuck does he need to. Gojo stops himself, pulling back just an inch but the taste of your lips is already part of him.
"I'll stay."
Your voice so quiet, so barely audible that he's not sure if he's just imagined you saying it. Finally, he looks up to your eyes. He swears they're glazed with unshed tears but the darkness of his room doesn't give enough for him to be sure.
"I want to stay. With you."
You're louder this time but shaky. Like there's something else that you want to say to him but too afraid to voice it. He gets it - he knows exactly what that's like.
So he doesn't push. Gojo grabs your shaky hand and leads you back to his bed.
The movie long forgotten about as your limbs become a tanged mess together. Gojo's hold on you is tighter than it's been before - like if he loosens it even just a little you'll slip away from home. You prefer it anyway, makes you feel needed.
Truthfully, Gojo does need you.
~~~
"You're twitching."
This was bad. Really bad.
Sleeping with Choso was not what you planned when you went to pick up some weed from him. It wasn't your intention at all. Instead he opened his door with nothing but some shorts on and invited you inside. It was supposed to be a quick trip until his hands were on your body and his lips nipping at your neck.
It wasn't a mistake, but you still felt guilty about it seeing how broken Satoru looked at you knowing what you did. That shit hurt your soul.
"S'fine."
Shoko found you in your dorm, so fucking high that she was worried you'd green out. It started with a joint. Then some edibles. Then another joint when the edibles didn't get in fast enough and when they finally did hit you were so zoinked you could barely keep your eyes open and your body involuntarily twitched.
You just wanted to stop these thoughts ricocheting around in your mind about Satoru.
Every time you closed your eyes all you could feel was his body pressed against yours. His lips - how that half a second led your mind to wander how they would feel everywhere. The way he towered over you in such a dominating matter that you'd never sensed from him before.
Fuck.
You shouldn't have slept with Choso again. But at the same time you wanted him to mark you up everywhere just to see the kind of reaction Satoru would give.
Maybe he'd kiss you until you couldn't breath. Maybe he'd pin you against the door for real this time and fuck you until your legs were numb. Or he'd make marks of his own, bigger darker ones that would take weeks to full fade.
But that wasn't your Satoru. He wasn't like that.
The weed wasn't enough to drown the thoughts. Not how you wanted it to. They were still there, idling, ready to kick back to life the second you hinted at bringing it to the forefront.
He was too good for you. Too smart. Too kind. Everything that you weren't. A special grade student who was at the top of his class and deserved it. He shouldn't be bumming around with someone like you anyway.
"What's with you?" Shoko pushed. She'd seen you go through these phases before - a slump of sorts. This felt different.
"I think I'm in love," you admit out loud. "With someone I don't deserve."
There was a beat of silence as she took it in. Shoko had her suspicions. You didn't usually latch your time onto one person but Satoru had been consuming every spare moment from you.
"Gojo?"
"Yeah."
"What about Choso?" Shoko knows about the two of you. But she's also well aware that you've been spending almost all your free time with Sukuna's roommate.
"Nothin' serious. He knows." Sure he'd be annoyed but he had women left, right, and center to choose from. "s'different with Satoru. He sees my fucking soul. Reads it and still wants it."
"Then why not?"
Why not?
Because you might lose him for good. Might fuck this up so badly that you'd never recover. Might corrupt him and have to live with knowing that the rest of your life. There's too many what ifs.
"s'not fair to 'im," you decide on. "He's the sun and I'm nothing but the moon."
~~~~
[2:12pm] Sunshine: how was your exam
[2:12pm] Sunshine: Shoko mentioned a party tonight do you want to go
[3:47pm] Pinky Pie: No. Exam was shit. Fucking pissed.
[3:53pm] Sunshine: awe im sorry toru. want me to come over?
[3:56pm] Pinky Pie: no. at the gym.
[3:58pm] Pinky Pie: *Image Attached*
[4:02pm] Sunshine: im frothing at the mouth for real let me have your babies
[4:06pm] Pinky Pie: Freak
"How did you even get in?"
"Sukuna before he left."
You were sprawled on Satoru's couch, a feast of his favourite food scattered on the coffee table. When he told you his exam didn't go well you nearly sprinted over this his favourite spot to try and cheer him up when he got back from the gym.
He wore a loose shirt that clung to him from the sweat and a pair of shorts. Although he still had on his glasses, he did opt to wear a backwards hat to keep the hair out of his face and fuck did it look good on him.
"Can you do me a big favour and flex your biceps for me?"
That got him to crack a smile. Finally, he didn't give any when he walked in and saw you there.
"I sent you a picture, was that not enough, Sunshine?" Satoru walked past you towards his room. This felt so... normal. Like he was used to coming home to you and listening to you flirt with him. He liked it.
The fear that lingered in him over the last few times he saw you was dissipating. He wasn't sure how you were going to react to his near out burst but you'd been fine about it. No awkwardness, no pressing him for information. Just existing together as you always do.
You turned around on the couch so you could watch him. Satoru stripped his shirt and tossed it in his laundry hamper. Freshly worked muscles gleamed with sweat.
"Stop," he glared over at you. It wasn't often he went to the gym but today he felt like he needed to with the shitty exam he just finished that morning. Although it helped with his mood, coming home to see you waiting there made it significantly better.
"I'm not doing anything."
"You're staring," he shot back. His cheeks were nearly red with shyness. "I need to shower."
"Can I watch that too?" You grinned. Satoru slammed the bathroom door shut, shaking his head to the sound of your cackles on the other side. Five seconds later he cracked it back open, sticking just one half of his body out and flexing his arm just as you had asked. "Awooooga!"
He slammed it closed even harder than the first time and you were certain that he was terribly flustered.
Anything to get his mind off his bad mood and shitty exam. Not to mention it felt... easy flirting with him. Sure you loved watching him get all embarrassed by it, but it never felt forced with him. It was natural, just as everything with him was.
Your confession with Shoko blurted out of you from the high-induced comatose state you were in but it was entirely true. These little pockets of teasing him were the closest thing you'd get to having him. Satoru deserved someone like him - smart, kind, true to themselves. Someone that you could never be.
That was the sad truth of it all.
He'd learn soon enough that you couldn't be enough for him.
Maybe it'd be easier to go fuck Choso again, just to drive home the point that Satoru shouldn't want you. It'd be easier to hang off the arm of your plug while Satoru watched and realized. It be easier, sure, but the thought of doing something like that to him made you nauseous.
The shower turned off, a few minutes later he came out with just a towel around his waist. You sat on the couch, arms on the back as you watched him fiercely.
Water droplets slid down his body, hair pushed back out of his face. A trail of white hairs leading down to beneath the towel. Fuck he was sexy like this. Thankfully, he couldn't see the way your thighs pushed together at the sight of him.
He stood at his door with a glare at you, shutting the door with such force again. Maybe you'd been a little too obvious with your staring this time.
Satoru took his time in his room. You liked to think maybe he was jerking one out real quick to the thought of you but if you fell down that rabbit hole of thoughts you'd likely pounce on him the moment he walked out. Instead, you focused on the fact that his food was cold and needed to be reheated.
"You didn't have to get all this for me," he startled you. It wasn't just the food you were heating up, but the sweets and cakes he saw lined up for him too. "It's not your job to fix my bad mood."
"'course it is Toru," you stopped to turn towards him. "I'd be a shitty friend if I didn't help."
"Thank you," he helped grab the hot takeout boxes and bring them back to the living room. "I don't deserve this much kindness."
Your head snapped over to him. Him? Not deserving this kindness? There were so many arguments you wanted to make against those words but you'd been so shocked that none came out.
"I'm sorry for the other day," he continued on. "I... I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I'm sorry for my behavior."
Ah. The Choso issue. It seemed you were both avoiding that conversation until now. It must have been bothering him if he felt the need to apologize for it. There was nothing to apologize for.
"Don't be," you waved him off. "It was hot."
"Why can't you take me seriously," he deadpanned.
"I am," you assured, mouth full of food. You swallowed before continuing. "It was hot. And you don't need to apologize for that. If I was upset I'd tell you."
He knew you would. You had before when you told him you didn't like when he showed up to your place too ahead of schedule because you weren't ready yet. You told him when you didn't like how he always assumed you had something better to do than be with him. He trusted that about you.
"Promise it's okay?"
You raised your pinky up in response. He latched his own around it, a smile on his lips. Pinky promise.
"You wanna talk about your exam?" He didn't question your change in topic. Instead, he bitched about how his quantum mechanics professor is the biggest shithead on campus who's out to get all of his students. Even Satoru, top of the class, wasn't able to answer some of the questions.
He had a scowl on his face between complaints. A scowl as he ate his food. It only lessened when he finally got to the desserts that you brought for him. He had such a sweet tooth it was adorable.
"God this is fucking delicious," he moaned out, mouth full of the sweet cream he scrapped off the top of the small cake. A dallop was on the corner of his lips until his tongue darted out to wipe it clean. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop any lewd comments from coming out.
He scooped up another, this time pointing the spoon towards you. His eyes refused to leave yours as tried the cream. A burning intensity was behind them. You let out a delighted hum at the taste.
"You're right," you nodded in agreement. You hadn't quite gotten all the cream off the spoon. Satoru - either consciously or unconsciously - licked the rest of it clean. He seemed to enjoy it a little more than the first time knowing your tongue had just been on it. "I'm glad you're enjoying it."
"'m enjoying it more because you're here, Sunshine. Thank you again, I was in a pretty foul mood."
You leaned into him some, hand going to the back of his neck to play with the little hairs there. He shivered at the sudden touch before falling into it more.
"Why do you call me that?" He frequently called you Sunshine, it was cute and you liked it but you still weren't sure where he got it from.
"Because you are my sunshine," he shrugged. "You light up my days, make everything brighter."
How is able to say something like that with such nonchalance but can't handle a single comment about how hot he is?
"That's not true," you shook your head. He was the sun. He had always been the sun. From your first meeting, to now, until the day you died he'd be the light you were drawn to.
"It is true," his eyebrows scrunched together with a new sternness. "You listen to me talk about my classes and the shows I'm interested in even though I know you don't really care about either you still pay attention. You look out for me when I'm not doing well. You keep me company in the library for hours even though you don't need to be there.
"You're always the first one I feel comfortable to go to when there's things on mind. You watched a movie I mentioned once just so that I'd get excited to talk to you about it. You're there for me, through all the tough shit and ready to celebrate even the smallest of wins. I've never had someone like that before so yeah, you are my Sunshine."
"Toru..." your voice cracked.
There was a new kind of ache in your chest. Not the anxious one or the frustrated one. Not the one of longing that you've held for your white-headed friend in front of you. This was something you had never experienced. This ache was the realization of belonging.
Satoru's words filled your heart with such a love and belonging that your eyes welled with tears. He cared this deeply about you?
This ache, this need that you felt... you couldn't let it go. You never wanted to let it go. Fuck it to knowing that he deserved better, you couldn't fathom the thought of someone else having this feeling with him.
His hand reached up, wiping away the stray tears that were falling. You nearly collapsed into him with your arms around his neck, nuzzling yourself into it. Fat, wet tears fell harder onto his skin.
Satoru, without hesitation, enveloped you into his body, pulling you against him even tighter. His hand rested at the back of your head, the other drawing soothing circles into your waist where your shirt rode up.
"S'okay my Sunshine," he murmured. "I'm not going anywhere, I'm here."
"Satoru?" You pulled away just enough to meet his eyes. "Promise you won't leave me?"
Just as you had earlier, he pulled his pinky out between you. You latched yours to his. Tears still slipping down your neck. Never had you felt this vulnerable with someone before. This emotional vault you've cracked open just for him... it was in his hands to pry open and fill it.
"Satoru," you swallowed hard, "I'm in love with you."
It was out and he knew. Whatever he did past that, it didn't matter because at least this weight is free. You wanted to be greedy, to take all of his love for yourself but if he didn't want that you'd manage. Manage but go through life with an empty void if he wasn't there with you.
He wiped your tears with the pad of his thumb before pressing it into your bottom lip that was pouted. Silent still as he leaned his forehead against yours. He was so close you could hear his quiet shaky breath. Like he was nervous too. Like he wanted to tell you something that was so buried deep he couldn't dig it out.
You sat together for what could have been an eternity. Your chest cracking bit by bit as each moment passed and you couldn't tell how he felt about this sudden confession.
If this was your last moment with him, you'd stay as long as you could in silence just to cherish it.
Satoru pulled back just enough to press his lips into your forehead. The frames of his glasses had been digging into your skin and you couldn't be bothered to notice until the pressure was gone. You thought he remained composed, more so than you, but wet droplets slid down your forehead.
He was crying.
Your arms around him tightened, maybe too much as he let out a dry, choked sob against you.
"My Sunshine," he whispered with a crack. "I love you. I never want to leave you."
Those beautiful blue eyes of his that you loves so dearly were brimmed with tears. His cheeks stained with salty tracks just as yours were.
"Say it again," he asked, "please."
"I love you, Satoru."
"Can I kiss you now, please?" You managed a meek nod. Satoru's sweaty palms encased your cheeks. The small distance between you felt infinite as he leaned in, slowly, unsure of himself. If this were even real or not.
His kiss was hesitant, lips barely grazing yours - a second chance for you to back out of his before his heart could get too shattered. He knew once he kissed you fully, he'd never be able to let you go.
You knew for certain he didn't want to let you go when he kissed you for real. When his lips crashed so feverishly against yours that you could feel his love oozing out. It was needy and a mess of lips and tongue but you needed more of it. Needed to feel this way every fucking day until you died.
Needed to hear him moan against your mouth just from kissing you every fucking day.
He was eager which lead to sloppiness, drool pooling at the corner of your lips. Smearing down your chin as your tongues fought. Your hands were everywhere on him, under his shirt, tugging at the little hairs at the nape of his neck, up his thighs.
Satoru pushed you down on the couch, your legs tucked between each of his as he hovered over you. His chest was heaving. His cheeks so sweetly pink. Glasses fogged up just enough to dampen that bright blue hue.
"I love you," he repeated. Over and over again between each of his kisses, mumbling it into your mouth as if he were scared you'd leave if he stopped.
Half of his weight was on you, the rest supported by the forearms he rested on and his knees. He was too tall for the couch, cramped up and clearly uncomfortable but it didn't matter when he was kissing you like this. He couldn't notice anything besides the way it felt to have you lips against his.
He whined as his hips fell into yours. Shameless grinding against you with his hardness. His thickness was evident even through all the layers of clothes. Moaning now as you maneuvered your legs to wrap around him, pressing him harder into you.
"F-fuck, oh my god I love you so much."
"Toru," your breath was shaky as his lips nipped and sucked the thin skin of your neck. Marking you as his. Course you were his, everyday from here on out. Mine. Mine. Mine. "Your room."
Clumsily, without leaving your lips, the two of you stumbled into his room. Every step nearly ended in tripping as he guided you backwards, too consumed with you to even thinking about parting for even the small distance. You laughed into each other as he closed the door with his foot.
The back of your knees hit the edge of his bed and you tumbled onto it. He stood before you, panting, red, flustered with emotion. Satoru peeled off his shirt, leaving that strong torso you'd been admiring not even an hour ago to your view.
You reached out to him, hands gliding over his lean muscles, then to the white trail of hair you quickly grown to love. He shuddered as you traced along his waistband.
"Can I..." he started, unsure of himself, "can I please taste you?"
"Learn to take, Satoru, not to ask."
So he did. Without hesitation dropping to his knees at the edge of his bed, fingers latching into the band of your pants and shimming them down your legs ever so slowly. Taking, but hesitant.
Has he done this before? Was he a virgin? Satoru was so handsome, he could easily get girls with his looks alone but he was so damn awkward you weren't sure. Worse, you worried if you asked that he'd be offended.
He looked so beautiful kneeled between your legs. His broad shoulders were wedged between them, glasses falling down his nose as he looked up at you. He didn't look away from you as he finished removing your pants. Like he was waiting for your permission to take.
A small nod was enough.
Enough for him to wrap those big biceps of yours around the underside of each of your thighs and pulled the apart. He pulled you more to the edge of the bed, the motion causing you to fall back.
"So fucking pretty," he kissed up your legs. Every other kiss was a sharp bite into your skin, just to be soothed with the flat of his tongue. "Baby she's glistening already. All for me right?"
Not a virgin. No way.
"Toru please," you whined. Your ankles rested on his back, you pressed your heels into him in hopes it would urge him to continue on.
He obliged, a small kiss straight to your clit. Delicate, barely there, but enough to have your thighs tensing. Again and again, his lips barely there driving you crazy already. Glistening... you'd be dripping soon enough.
Satoru paused, just for a moment. Enough to have you whining his name, enough for you to miss his bare touch. Enough that when he went back to your sweet pussy, you cried out from the shock of his aggression.
"Oh my god!" Your back arched as Satoru relentlessly licked and sucked between your thighs. His tongue flicked across your clit, slurping up every bit of your juices that he could along the way. He'd feel your thighs tighten when he switched to sucking, tighter when he went harder.
Your fingers clutched into the sheets, his hair, everywhere just to try and stabilize yourself with the overwhelming pleasure. He'd moan even harder when you tugged at his roots.
"Toru, fucking - oh fu CK!"
His tongue glided between your soft folds, desperate for more of your sweetness. Desperate like he'd been dreaming of this for months now.
He couldn't even part long enough from you to run through the nasty, disgusting thoughts streaming through his mind. How could he when you tasted so fucking good for him? He couldn't do anything besides vibrate moans against you.
His fingers were tight on your thighs to stop your squirming. Each time his nose would brush against your clit your hips would be bucking up - just as your empty pussy would be spasming around nothing.
Satoru was a messy eater. So much of his drool mixed with your juices, dripping down onto his bed but he was so drunk off your taste he couldn't care less. He sucked on your clit, moaning into it almost louder than you. You were close, whining and pleading for him to keep going so you could cum all over his tongue.
The tension grew, more and more until suddenly it was gone.
Satoru's lips no where near your aching pussy, his hands loose on your thighs. Leaving you right on the edge, aching and panting for what could have been.
" m'sorry, m'sorry," he was nearly on the verge of tears with his apologies. "Didn't want to stop but you taste so fucking good if I kept going I was going to cum in my pants, m'sorry baby I'll make it up to you I promise so sorry."
Oh. My. God.
Was he seriously about to cum just from eating you out? No grinding or jerking, just from pleasing you? That's probably the hottest thing he could have ever done.
"S'okay Toru," you assured, still out of breath from the sheer pleasure he just put you through. He pushed himself up, crawling up the bed until he kneeled above you once more. Your hands reached out to the tent in his sweats, just barely brushing over it had his abs tightening. He pushed the hem of his pants down, just enough for his achy cock to spring up.
You knew he was going to be big, but you didn't expect him to be this beautiful. Such a pretty pink tip covered in precum. Long, veiny, just a slight curve. Stark white pubes were trimmed down.
His tip leaked so much, just as he said it had been. So close to cumming just from tasting you.
"I want to give it a kiss," you pulled down his pants even more until he had to lift his knees to pull them off the rest of the way.
"I'm going to cum if you do," he shakes his head. You believed him. He pulled up the bottom of your sweater, up over your head. Your sweet lacy bra next. "Fucking beautiful."
Satoru leans down to kiss you again, slower this time. It's not the eager kind he's been giving you, it's full of all the love he's stored up for you over your time together. Wet kisses trail down your neck until reaching the valley of your chest.
The left one first - tongue swirling, sucking, a light bite as he pulls away to do the same to the next one. His hand teases between your legs. Teasing until you're whining for more of him and he finally dips two fingers into your dripping, needy hole.
Instantly his fingers curl up, pressing around until you're moaning at one particular spot. Over and over again he's jamming into it as he marks your tits with his teeth and lips.
"S'fucking soaking down here," he pants.
"Feels - ah - feels so good," you're a mess for him. Legs wrapped around his body, clawing at his back. "Please n-need you inside me."
"I don't have any condoms," he warned. His fingers curl again, enticing one more moan out of you before he pulls them from you. Methodically almost, he licks them clean.
"I'm on the pill." Satoru hesitates but nods. He trusts you. Not to mention he wants to feel you properly, entirely.
"Are... are you high right now?" He sounds weary to ask, like he's scared to ask or to know the answer. He's never minded you being high or complained about it. He loved every version of you.
"Not even a little bit."
"Good," he teased the head of his cock between your wet folds. His breath was shaky at the sensation. He pulled on of your ankles up to his shoulder, the other wrapped around his waist. "I want you to feel all of this properly."
Satoru's room became a symphony of moans as he pressed into you. Inch by fat inch stretching you out in the most delicious way.
"Fuck, squeezing me in hnngh so tight, Sunshine," his head fell back at the pleasure. He pulled back just a little, not even the whole way in yet. Teeth bit down into the fat of calf, he was trying so desperately not to blow his load before even fully inside you. He gave himself only a moment to compose before slamming his hips so hard into your the wind knocked out of your lungs.
"Shit, Toru, so deep!" He pulled your second leg up over his shoulder, arms wrapped around your thighs so you couldn't squirm.
He was a mess. Even more than he was with his lips on your pussy. More than his first kiss with you. More than he'd ever been in his life. Moans and cries as his hips jutted into yours with barely any rhythm.
"unghh - you feel so good," he was deep into you, grinding his hips as he leaned into you. Your thighs getting closer and closer to your chest. Impossibly deeper. "S-stick out your tongue."
Mindlessly, you did. What a fucking sight. Satoru groaned, admiring your fucking out face. Hazy, glassy eyes that he's seen nearly every time you're high but now... now it was all because of him that you looked like this. Fucked out and needy for him. High on the pleasure he was giving you.
"Fucking gorgeous," he pressed into you harder, fully bending you in half so he could kiss your lips. "My pretty girl. Mine."
"Yes Toru - ah!" You cried out with the overwhelming pleasure. He was getting close, balls slapping into you with each plap! plap! plap! "'m all yours. So, ungh, full."
Obscene squelching filled the room. You're disgustingly drenched with each languid movement of his.
Satoru's glasses slipped down with the sheen of sweat covering him. He got tired of them, ripping them off and tossing them to god knows where. Those eyes you loved so dearly were filled with need.
"'m not gonna, fuck, last," he warned. One hand stabilized himself on the bed, the other roaming your body. Squeezing your tits, dragging along your waist until finally resting at your neck. His fingers just lightly pressing into the sides, just enough for your eyes to widen at the sudden wash of pleasure. "Can't look at me, nngh! like that, fuck I'm going to cum. Please baby, cum with me."
"Mmm close," your dug your nails into his arms. "H-harder!"
He obliged. Cock snapping harder into you, each strike causing your breath to get caught in the tighter grip around your throat. A string of curses left you both, whining of each others names as the pleasure grew to it's peak.
It snapped within you all at once. A sharp, intense pleasure that started in your core and spread everywhere within you. Your eyes rolled, back arching off the bed. Sweet, sweet pussy clamping and spasming so tightly around Satoru that he was following you in seconds. Fucking you through your release and chasing his own.
"Oh fuck, squeezing me so much, g-gonna cu- ah fuck fuck fuck!" Hot spurts of him filled you. He couldn't pull out - probably didn't even try to. Satoru moaned your name out as his length twitched against your walls.
"m'sorry."
"Sorry?" You panted, legs loosening against him until they slipped to either side of his sweaty body. He leaned down to kiss you sweetly, so softly compared to everything he'd just given you.
You winced as he pulled out of you, instantly feeling his release pour down you and onto the bed. Satoru groaned at the lewd sight. His fingers instantly went to the white mess, collecting up the drop seeping from you.
"Sorry for making such a mess inside you." Half joking- you stuck your tongue out. He didn't hesitate to stick his digits inside your mouth and watch you suck them clean.
"Oh my god I'm going to get hard again," he pulled them out before he really did get hard. He didn't think he could handle cumming twice so quickly, not when the first one was so intense. "I love you. I love you so much."
"I love you more," You beamed up at him. He kisses you again, long and passionate. With one tug of his arm he falls into you, big bicep around your waist as your naked bodies lay close. "You are perfect, Satoru."
He's not by any means and he knows it. He knows he's bad for cutting you off mid story. And that he's greedy when it comes to your time. He knows he can be stuck up with his grades and intelligence. He's looked down on other before because they're not like him.
But, he's going to be fucking perfect at loving you.
~~~~~
"Toruuuuuu."
"Yes, my love?"
"Come meet me," Your phone was tucked between your ear and your shoulder, half burnt join between your fingers as you hid from the wind.
Satoru basically lived in the library the last couple of weeks. Final exam season was coming up quickly and he was studying almost nonstop. Which was perfectly fine, you joined him sometimes, other times let him focus so he could get what he needed to done and find his way into your bed late at night.
You would never ask him to take away his hours of important studying to be with you instead, not when you knew how important it was to him. Still though, it didn't mean you didn't miss him or tried to steal him for a few minutes between breaks.
"Where are you?"
"Look out the window." Satoru sat in the corner of the second floor in the library, against in the window where he could perfectly see the hidden little spot between buildings where couples would go to make out. Instead, he saw you, beaming up at him with a wave. He chuckled over the phone.
"I'll be there in a second." He hung up, shaking his head at how cute you looked down there.
You finished up the smoke and pulled out a stick of fruity gum to mask the taste of the weed. As much you restrained yourself from wanting all of Satoru's time - he felt a similar way of kissing you after you smoke. He'd never say no to your kisses, but you certainly noticed the level of passion he'd give when you weren't smoking. It became a new habit to smack some gum before seeing him.
Loving him was easy. Navigating the compromises, as for anyone, had it's learning curves. Learning, but never fighting.
Learning to love that he needed to touch you in some way when you slept in the same bed. Learning to love the way he gets so engrossed in his studies that he'll sometimes forget you're laying on his bed. Learning to love every little piece of him.
Learning that even if you were two totally different people, that there was always a way to find love in the unexpected.
"Hey Sunshine," Satoru peaked his head around the corner. He opted to leave his things on the table he was studying, knowing this was going to be just a quick break for him before he needed to get back to the books. The gum you were chewing was spit back into the wrapper.
His hands slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he gave a soft kiss your lips. Before he could pull away you were kissing him deeper, tongue sliding against his lips until he gave in. He walked you backwards until your back hit the brick wall.
"Hi my handsome," you mumbled between kisses. Your hands were laced behind his neck, keeping him from pulling away.
Hidden away between the bustling of other students, Satoru kissed you with all his love, all his need. He moaned into your mouth, grasping at every inch of bare skin under your shirt. He was bold today.
His body was flushed against yours, enough so that you could feel his cock stirring to life in the middle of campus. He pulled away before it got worse.
"You can't just kiss me like that in public," he huffed, looking down at the half-mast tent he was sporting in his slacks. His cheeks were tinged pink, just as you loved.
"You kissed me back like that," you argued, "wanna feel how we my panties got?"
"Stop." You leaned up to peck his lips once more. Even in these months, getting him blushing was still your favourite thing to do. "Did you call me down here for just a kiss?"
"Mostly," you shrugged, toying with the buzzed undercut he recently got freshened up. "I also wanted to tell you that I love you, too."
"I love you more." He had a cheesy grin on his cheeks, never in his life would he get tired of hearing those words from you. Satoru was yours, in every way, and he'd be sure to keep it that way forever. "I do have to get to studying though, I want to get as much done this week as I can so we can enjoy our weekend together."
"Mmm you still want to go? We can stay home." Satoru's hands were firm on your hips, tugging you impossibly closer to him as you offered to skip the year end party Sukuna invited you both to this weekend.
"We can go, you want to."
"Yeah but I like staying in with you too," you argued. He shook his head, insisting that you both go see your friends before they leave for the summer. "Are you going to hold your liquor this time or go hard again?"
"You going to take care of me again, Sunshine?" You wiggled your arm between the two of you, holding up your pinky for him to interlock. He chuckled as he did, kissing your lips with a smile on his own.
"I promise to, Pinky Pie."
a/n: eeee!!!!! omg I can't believe it's done I was so excited to write this!!! I hope you all enjoyed <3 it feels good to be back into writing
