Thinking about how nerd!jo would definitely be into degrading/insults
“insult me, please” satoru, whispered into your ear needily, glasses slipping off of his nose as you watched a bead of sweat drop down his forehead, his face red and flushed.
you froze momentarily, trying to process what he just said. Your hand still pumping up and down on his dick. “Pardon?”
“please just- insult me, and like you mean it too.” he begged, eyes looking up at you from his glasses.
Say no more.
“alright..” your hand teased at his leaking tip, rubbing it in small circles. Pre cum dripping down his shaft.
Satoru shuddered, head hitting the headboard of the bed with a ‘thud’, his hand wrapping around your back to grope your titty from the back.
“fuck you.”
Whimpering. Loud ones.
“yeah, fuck, like that…” His voice high-pitched and whiny, his lips shiny with saliva.
“You’ve been naughty huh? Ya little pervert” you whispered into his ear, sending tickly shivers down his spine, you ran your finger over the sensitive vein on his dick, his back arching into you.
“yes yes y-yes… I’ve been bad, so bad.” His voice cracks pathetically, fog covering his glasses, eyes wet with tears.
Bringing two fingers to his lips, you slowly insert them into his mouth.
“Suck.”
And he does, cumming so fast you didn’t even realize it. White seed shooting out in ropes against his stomach. His heavy pants filling the room.
SYNOPSIS: you're a new transfer at a big prestigious private university. what happens when the first friend you make is a cute nerd? will you get your chance to start fresh? or will your newfound 'friendship' bring you unwanted drama in the future.
DRABBLE WRD COUNT: 2.6K
pairings: rich nerd!deans nephew gojo x reader
tags: cute nerd gojo, reader is kind of mysterious, gojo makes me chuckle here. NOT PROOFREAD (sorry) ill come back and remove some grammatical errors. this might be cheeks fr
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a tall man sits in the far back of the lecture hall. figure hunched over the desk as he scribbles away intensely in his journal. 30 minutes earlier than the usual start of the lecture.
the glasses that sit delicately on his nose bridge slide down every once in a while. his white ruffled hair stays still as he shuffles in his seat to adjust his posture.
many are intimidated by his silent and blank stare. everyone but students in his science club feel that way. he’s quite the chatterbox contrary to popular belief. ask him about his favorite physics theories and he’s chatting your ear off.
he doesn’t go to parties, but invite him to a museum or a bookstore? he’s already in the car.
he’s quite polished. gojo can be one of those pretentious nerds, but he doesn’t mean to! he has lived a privileged life and acts like any other rich college student would.
comes from a wealthy family and doesn't hide it, but he also doesn't run around telling everyone.
it might seem like he dresses like a regular guy but his clothes are still expensive. you'll occasionally find him wearing a sweater vest and button up tucked into his well-tailored pants altered to fit his long legs on formal days when he has a research symposium presentation or a meeting with the steam department about improving certain aspects he finds are not up to his standards.
most of the time, he’ll wear comfortable clothes. wears glasses, cliche, but he wears them more out of practical appeal and necessity.
his eyes are sensitive due to a medical condition he has. so, the glasses he wears are tailored to prevent his eyes from straining. his parents urge him to wear the endless supply of contacts he has but he’s quite comfortable with his glasses.
every pair of glasses he owns has his initials engraved on the temples, whether it’s gold or silver. whatever matches the aesthetic of the pair of glasses.
when he was younger. his parents would fund his personal ‘academic’ projects. he’d be busy every summer at a science or math camp. if they sent him to a summer camp that wasn't academically related; at camp you’d find him reading far away from everyone else. whether in front of a lake or a quiet little place in the woods.
now? he’s still the same. just bigger. doesn’t go to summer camp but definitely stacks up his summer with internships or side projects. on top of that, he’ll spend time volunteering at local schools, teaching students in high school or middle school.
very good with kids, and more patient with them than he would be with his uni study partners.
donates whatever money he earns at internships to local communities to aid students in pursuing their education. he strongly believes that if he can pursue education freely, so should everyone else.
his timer goes off quietly and he stops scribbling down his memorized equations. he huffs out a breath of relief yet frustration.
i’m still missing one… he thinks to himself. if anyone with an outside perspective were to see him they’d imagine gears turning inside of his head.
he flips the page, resets his timer, and starts again.
time passes and he realizes class has now begun. he was so caught up studying, he failed to realize that the class is now packed with other students. a few scattered seats remain vacant.
the professor enters the class and silently unpacks her bag before greeting the class and breaking the silence, “let’s have a great semester.” she wastes no time diving into the lecture.
gojo, contrary to popular belief, sits in the middle section of the lecture hall. he’s not fond of the back because for starters, he’s easily distracted and he can’t hear from all the way back there. the middle is just right.
he’s kind of a loner, by choice. he's just always being productive on campus.
you’ll often see him sitting alone, busying himself with his studies unless he has a meeting with his club about an upcoming math or science competition. if it’s not the season of academic olympiads, he’s alone.
he only has two close friends: geto and shoko. geto majors in psychology. shoko is, of course, pursuing her dream of being a doctor. she’s a biology major undergoing the pre-med track.
gojo has yet to have a girlfriend in college.
not because he can’t find someone interested in him, absolutely not. he’s handsome, intelligent, quiet, kind, and rich. he's the most sought after bachelor on campus. with his brains and looks, he's every girls wet dream.
unfortunately for him, women are always hitting on him but quite frankly, he’s not interested. or sometimes he doesn’t catch on to the fact that a woman is subtly flirting with him.
not because he’s dense, but how would he find something he’s not even looking for?
like right now, when you gently plop down on the seat next to him. you’re quite fond of sitting in the front but the lecture hall was overwhelmingly full. there were other open seats but he looked to be the most productive and you needed that.
you were a transfer. which is odd to be one this late into college, given that you’re a senior trying to complete your last year.
the university is a pretty big private school so no one notices new transfers nor do they care. but within them, are those who do.
like gojo.
he doesn’t realize you’ve sat next to him until the end of the lecture. given that he was too busy scribbling away in his journal.
one thing about gojo is that he likes to leave when everyone is already gone and the professor is free to approach. he’s a tiny bit surprised to see it seems you think the same. but for reasons he’s not aware of, you’re there for a reason other than academics.
he silently observes you as you approach the professor. his eyebrows raise a bit when you share a hug and it has him adjusting his glasses to make sure he’s seeing things correctly.
interesting
you continue to sit next to him in the following weeks, seeing him twice a week on tuesdays and thursdays. you began to find yourself looking forward to it. you get to sit next to a tall dorky handsome stranger? you’ll be getting perfect attendance.
you rarely catch a glance of him outside of class, but every time you do he is so focused.
the more you studied him while he studied something else, the more you realized how attractive he was. even if you knew that prior to your silent observations.
from the outfits you could tell he spent some time on in the morning—you assumed he woke up earlier than everyone else, to the way his obsession with organization—you took note of when he set his things down for class and neatly organized his pens, pencils and journal for notes.
don’t be mistaken though. one tiny peek at his journal was enough to see that despite his need to tidy things on the outside…his notes were written haphazardly and quick. notes are a reflection of your mind, and if you’re constantly thinking then your notes will be a reflection of that.
you had also come to the conclusion that he was a man that was yet to become aware of his height. he moved around like he didn’t know how much of a walking tank he was. you hoped he never found out.
the best thing about him wasn’t any of the things you listed, but it was a few of the habits he had.
everything he owned was personalized. from the pencils he used, to his backpack. you made that discovery when you forgot your pencil pouch in the library.
it took you a total of 2 minutes to gather the courage to turn to the mysterious man beside you, and ask him for a pencil.
“excuse me,” you said gently, “im sorry, but can i bother you for a pencil? im so sorry.”
he stared at you and you thought he would explode you with his bright blue snow glazed eyes.
he cracked a tiny toothless smile and you figuratively crossed your fingers, hoping he wasn’t silently judging you or worse—came to the conclusion that were unprepared and incompetent.
you watched him intently as he reached to grab his backpack, taking in the way the black expensive leather had his initials engraved in the bottom corner. he reached his hand into his backpack and pulled out–what looked to be the most elegant, technologically advanced sleek black mechanical pencil.
“don’t worry about giving it back,” he says politely but then he goes for the blow “i know you might need it in the future.” with a hint of pretentiousness. oh!
“well… thank you,” you say a bit taken back as you reluctantly take the pencil from his extended hand. your face falls a little at his response and you deflate a little in your chair.
did he think you were…poor? god forbid a girl asks for a pencil. you’d, unfortunately, been perceived. and in the worst way possible. he probably thinks you’re irresponsible, and an idiot!
you look at the pencil and realize that–of course–he has his initials engraved in his mechanical pencils too.
g.s.
you bite back a smile that might give away how endearing you found it. that is so cute.
he has his initials on almost everything. you try not to crack a smile at how adorable yet endearing that is.
unfortunately, you couldn’t really put the pencil to good use because he kept fidgeting in his seat the entire class. it distracted and worried you at the same time. which was odd because he never did that.
is he upset that he had to give you one of his spare pencils? will he ask for it back?
as you were packing your bags to leave, you felt him heavily staring at you. it makes you pause your movement and then turn to him, and sure enough, he was looking at you. you a tiny sigh leaves your lips.
“yes? is this about your pencil? because i have my own i just needed–”
“im sorry.” he interrupts you and it shuts you up immediately.
what?
he might have seen the confusion in your eyes. “about what i said about the pencil, i didn’t mean for it to come off that way. i was just saying because i have a lot of them so it wouldn’t have made a difference. and i was guessing maybe you didn’t. wait–no. i meant like if you didn’t–.not that i think you can’t get your own pencils or anything like that because i am super sure you can. but if you need it you can keep it. not that you need it right? because everyone needs a pencil. like one time i–”
you stare at him as he rambles on. you’re completely endeared with the way he doesn’t look you in the eyes and the way his hands move around to prove his point.
he huffs out a breath of frustration. you on the other hand huff out a breath of amusement and the stranger before you finally moves to look at you.
“it’s okay.” you dismiss his worries, standing their idly as you mirror his movements.
“i just thought i might have inconvenienced you by asking,” you tell him honestly, you grab your computer and gently store it away in your backpack as you continue your conversation, “im usually prepared, but i accidentally left my pencil bag in the library this morning.”
he gives you a tiny affirmative nod, taking in your words. he swings his backpack over his shoulder, and loops both arms into their respective loops, wearing the backpack on both shoulders.
cute.
there's an awkward silence that follows you both before the door slams shut and you realize then that the professor has now walked out.
the stranger huffs out a small awkward laugh, “you didn’t–by the way,” he speaks then, “inconvenience me, I mean”, he clarifies. now it’s your turn to nod at him.
this is so awkward, it almost makes you laugh.
he breaks the silence again, “im satoru gojo, by the way.” he politely introduces himself by extending his hand in a respectful manner.
you extend yours in return, shaking his hand before sharing your name with him as well.
“i have time to kill,” he offers, “why don’t we take a walk around campus before then? the weather is great.”
after your shared walk with gojo you learned a lot about him.
he recently discovered his interest in kpop after his friend, shoko, played a song during a shared car ride.
he’s a senior, like you, studying engineering and double minoring in business and mathematics. he originally wanted to minor in physics but he said his father urged him to do business instead. he had to compromise.
that doesn’t stop him from taking physics courses out of pure enjoyment though, exceeding the 18 credit limit.
he’s also an on-campus tutor and does a work study job at the library. the old librarian on campus loves him and appreciates his extensive knowledge on literature and figured that if he spent all his time there already, might as well let him get paid for him.
when she approached him, his ears turned a light shade of pink and you could just imagine gojo pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose before they slipped as he hurried to apologize.
she waved him off and urged him to just work there already. gojo then started working with them a week later after financial aid finalized the paperwork. he remembers the look of the financial aid lady when she looked at his file and saw that he was beyond in need of financial aid.
all she did was raise and eyebrow but clicked away. thankfully, gojo managed to get the work-study payments signed off as a form of volunteering hours rather than an extra below minimum wage salary.
he didn’t share with you the last part about his tiny altercation with financial aid though. he assumed you had no idea who he was. and you hoped to keep it that way.
you in turn shared with him that you were transferred from another school. he already knew that (he paid a visit to the dean but he’ll never tell you that, given that the dean is his uncle afterall) he didn't know why. so, he asked.
“i transferred because there were some personal issues there and now i just want to start fresh.”
gojo raises a questioning eyebrow, but decides to respect your privacy. he hopes one day you’ll trust him enough to tell him.
the rest of the chat was quite delightful. you were about to invite him to the cute nearby cafe you saw on your way to school, but before you could muster up the courage.
a chime was heard from gojos pants pocket. he excused himself to check his phone. you stood there idly as he let out a tiny groan of frustration.
“im sorry–” he apologized again. the look of pure regret made your lip quirk up again. he was so cute and polite.
“i hate to cut our…trip—short but it kind of slipped my mind that i scheduled a study group with a class i T.A. for.”
you wave him off, “it’s okay!” you reassure him with an upbeat tone in your voice, “we share a class so i’ll see you around.”
he bids you a quick goodbye and you watch his retreating figure. you sigh and head to the opposite direction.
this semester will be exciting.
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Imagine telling a woman: “judging from your small head and wide hips you are suited for nothing else than babymaking.” A weird vengeful feminism (vengeance belongs to God) and I doubt God’s Handbook on Human Creation requires an intelligent man to be scrawny.
Also this indigenous sex goddess kicks dudes in the crotch because immature crotch-kicking is the “ultimate feminist vengeance.”
