SYNOPSIS ᯓ★ After months of cold shoulder from your boyfriend, the relationship finally comes to an end when a Reddit post spiraled into your best friend’s orbit, and the poster? Your own boyfriend. The embarrassment and shame brought onto your name began tumbling when he thinks you will come back —like you always do, he quotes— to him. However, this time your best friend had a plan in mind to prove your snobbish ex-boyfriend wrong. To set you up with her friend . . . Who is also going through a messy break up scenario of his own.
PAIRING ᯓ★ nerd! gojo satoru x fem! reader
TAGS ᯓ★ does not follow the original jjk plot . suggestive content . no smut (it is implied that gojo and the reader had sex, but will not be described) . gojo and the reader are in their 20s . pokemon lover gojo . gojo is a middle school student teacher . cursing . mentions of sex . naoya cameo . romcom stuff . fake dating . mentions of cheating (not done by gojo or the reader) . shoko cameo . suguru cameo . loneliness . slow updates
Sunday rolled by in quickly like a slap to the face. Minus the fact that a client had clogged your phone with 3 missed calls, everything was going well.
“Yes, I understand, but our agreement was supposed to be next month—” you words were curelly cut off as you smiled at the barista, pointing at the menu while at the same time reaching for your wallet, “I understand that there is a change in time, but I can’t just finish it in a week of time. I haven’t colored the sketch, and rendering it would cost me time as well . . .”
Your client retaliated, arguing back, mentioning and implying twice that she paid for this and she needed the commission as soon as possible. The barista hands your receipt along with the money change in a fleeting motion, ushering you aside to serve the growing line behind you, “Yes, I understand that. But, even so, if I were to give it to you in a short amount of time, it wouldn’t be as perfect. We agreed next month for it.”
“Okay, I’m gonna bargain. 2 weeks. I don’t need it to be perfect, I just need it to be there,” she mutters out in annoyance —you were even more annoyed at the fact that she was being like this first thing in the morning, “hello? Are you listening?”
“Yes, I’m here,” you replied somberly, “two weeks is fine. I’ll get it done as best as I could—”
Your shoulder brushed against someone. No, crashed into someone and your body staggered back; the steaming coffee inside the takeaway cup swaggered slightly over the edge, pushing itself out onto the floor and . . . someone’s shirt, who just happened to be a familiar white haired male. Gojo Satoru, “Miss, I will give you a call back as soon as the project has an update. Two weeks is fine, thank you.”
You shoved your phone into your pocket, hand shooting out to fish the napkin from the counter, “I’m so sorry, Gojo, I didn’t see you,” the apology slipped out and you consistently tapped on the brown blotch on his light blue colored sweater, the liquid seeping into the napkin little by litte, “can I buy you something as an exchange for the spill?”
Satoru shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, it’s a small stain, it’ll come out.”
He bent down, putting his coffee cup on the floor as he wiped his own napkin over your spilled coffee. His fingers curled over his own files that had taken a slip out of his grip when he bumped into you, “Are you okay though?” He questiones, gesturing to the droplets of brown stained on your hand, “must’ve been hot.”
You shook your head, the pain didn’t even register as you were too busy coddling his sweater, “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, it didn’t even hurt . . .” A sigh made his brow raise, “What are you doing here though?” You didn’t mean it to come out as snarky as that —you were, actually, just curious of his appearance inside the café.
“Me? I drop by here a lot to grade my student’s papers,” he sways the file, “and for the coffee.”
You bobbed your head quietly, “Ah, yeah, the coffee here is good.”
Satoru was quiet for a brief second, but he broke it with another question, “May I get you another coffee since . . . yours is half-empty now,” he point out to the cup, the white exterior now dirtied from the coffee that stuck onto it, “I’d hate to have you go without another fresh cup. So, may I?”
“Half-full,” you correct, optimism.
“Same thing?” He scratched his cheek sheepishly, “Different point of view, respectable. What do you usually order? Americano?”
You shake your head, “Gosh, no. Not Americano. Maybe sometimes, I just got (coffee of your choice), but it’s okay, I seriously don’t mind drinking the half-full cup of coffee,” Satoru raised a brow, his palms pressed onto his hips and your shoulders sagged, “okay, maybe I do need a full cup of coffee.”
“And a full cup you will get, wait here.”
Satoru returned a few minutes later, crumpling the bill inside his palm. He nods at you, “You seemed to be in . . . a rush,” you raised both brows, nodding your head.
“Somewhat?” You answered, unsure, “I have a client and I’m working on her commission, it’s a big art so we agreed on next month, but she called me this morning asking for it to be made in a week. We compromised on two . . . Right as I bumped on you. So, yes, a rush is an understatement since there are a lot of things that I should be doing on that project.”
Satoru sat down on the chair, gesturing to the one across him, “Yeah, Shoko told me you draw. Are you into graphic too or do you mostly draw . . ?” the shake of your head answered him, “so, you’re a fanaratist kind of thing, yeah?”
You felt the insecurity began crashing in, ready to explain the entirety of what you do, “Maybe? I mean, you could put it that way. I have drawn fanarts before, and I have gotten commissions on it . . . So, yeah, but most of my older drawings are just a depiction of what I’m feeling and stuff. You know? Those kind of things.”
“You sound unsure.”
“Insecure, to be exact,” you laugh.
Satoru seemed surprised at your revelation, he cocked his head aside. And you sighed, “I mean . . . Rather than an income that’s fixed, I get money when people commission me. And people just see it as a side hustle, it’s exhausting,” you explained to him, shrugging. The words Naoya used to say all coming back at once, “I just can’t help but to think they’re right sometimes.”
“For someone who viewed a half-empty cup as half-full, you’re pretty pessimistic,” you rolled your eyes in annoyance, “you’re a backbone of a community you ever drawn, give yourself some credit. It’s cool, and drawing takes a lot of time, that’s even cooler.”
Your lips tugged up slightly, “You don’t think it’s weird?”
Satoru shook his head. “No.”
Naoya did. But, you shook your head, parroting him, “Nothing. What about you? Shoko told me you teach physics,” Satoru hums softly, showing what seems to be test papers towards you, “I’m not Einstein, what does that say?”
Satoru fixed his glasses, “Force, mass, and acceleration,” his thumb clicked on the top of his red pen, “it’s described by Newton’s Second Law of Motion. If you don’t know, it states that force is equal to the change in momentum per change in time. For a constant mass, force equals mass times acceleration’, that is written in matematical form as F equals ma. F is force, m is mass, and a is acceleration.” What?
You had an awkward smile, “Oh.”
Satoru slid a test paper towards you, scribbled with messy pencil writing and numbers, “Don’t mind the pencil, this is one of my student’s test. Let’s see this first question, this is quite easy if you understand the formula. So, the question is, how much force is needed to accelerate a sixty-six kilograms skier at two meter per seconds square. Do you remember the definition I told you before?”
“F equals ma.”
“Correct. So, if we are to count it right now with it, what number goes where?”
“F equals sixty-six times two?” You asked him.
He hums, “Which equals?”
The number in your mind began rolling over and over, all of a sudden multiplications seemed to be the hardest thing besides waiting for an art to render. You used your fingers, and after a few more seconds, you proudly exclaimed, “One hundred and thirty-two.”
“Hence?”
“F equals one hundred and thirty-two newtons,” you tapped on the paper excitedly, watching him pull his pen from one side to form a line, then another line, “Gojo-sensei is a big butt,” you read out from the paper, stifling your laugh.
“That’s Yuuji, he’s failing if you haven’t noticed,” Satoru chuckled, “but he’s an adorable kid that one. Okay, so, I just know that he got everything wrong, why don’t you try to solve the next one?”
“Unless we solve it together.”
Satoru skimmed through the paper, “Let’s go for this one,” this time, his pen pointed to a longer question, “A bowling ball rolled with a force of fifteen newton accelerates at a rate of three meter per second square, then a second ball rolled with the same force accelerates four meter per second square. What are the masses of the two balls?” He finishes.
You rubbed your head, “Wait, so we already know the force . . .”
Satoru scribbled something on the paper and turns it towards you once more.
“I teach my students this way all time. Newton’s Second Law Triangle. This helps you calculate it easily, the f equals ma formula only tells you that f equals ma, hence, most of my students get confused when the force has a number or if we have to find the acceleration,” he cleared his throat, “to make it clear, what we’re finding right now is . . .” he left the gap, staring at you.
“The mass,” you filled his gap.
He nods, using his index finger to cover the ‘M’ inside the triangle, “If you cover it this way, the F stands above the a, kind of like a fraction. So, M equals F over a. The equation of the first ball is fifteen over three, the acceleration. So, the mass of the first ball is?” His voice was encouraging.
“Five kilo. And the second one is fifteen over four, which makes it . . .” your fingers stretch out, “three point seventy-five kilo.”
“That is correct. However, this is for middle school students . . . let’s say, fourteen years. What if—” Satoru pulls out another file from his bag, pulling out a paper and handing it to you, “we try college level. This is easy if you can understand the formula. Let’s go with this one,” he smirks.
You dreaded studying. But, this sounded fun, so you didn’t pass up on it, “Bring it on.”
“Alright then. In archery, when an arrow is released, it can oscillate during flight. If we know the location of the center of mass of the arrow or G, and the shape of the arrow at an instand as it oscillates like the picture shows below, we can determine the location of the nodes. The nodes are the stationary points on the the arrow as it oscillates. Using a geometric argument which means no equations, determine the location of the nodes. Assume that the arrow oscillates in the horizontal plane, so that no external forces act on the arrow in the plane oscillation,” you have heard so many different languages, but not this partcular one.
The confusion laced on your face must have spoken enough and he laughs wholeheartedly, you cocked your head, “I am unsure of what language you just spoke, but good job, Gojo. Please, do explain.”
Satour hums, “There’s a formula used somehow, it represents Newton’s Second Law of Motion for a system or a rigid body. It is spoken as, the sum of the external forces equals mass times acceleration of the center of gravity (∑Fext = maG). Okay, don’t give up on me halfway. This is a long explanation,” he taps the paper, “the key information here is that no external forces are acting on the arrow in the plane of oscillation. Therefore, for purposes of solving this whole problem, we can treat the center of mass or gravity as stationary even though the arrow itslf is oscillating. This becomes evident by Newton’s Second Law, where like the formula that I told you of before.”
“The sum of the external forces equals mass times acceleration and something gravity,” your brows pinched.
“Of the center of gravity, close,” he smiles, “so, in the plane, the sum of the external forces equals mass times acceleration of the center of gravity equals zero. This means that the center of mass of the arrow G is either moving at a constant horizontal velocity in a straight line, or G is stationary. To simplify, we can treat the center of mass G as stationary since it will help us visualize everything. The first step is to draw a line L passing through G and aligned with the direction of motion of the arrow. This line is also the symmetry line of the arrow as is oscillates. Give me one second to draw,” the edge of the pen dabbed onto the paper.
“Then the second step is to reflect the arrow about this symmetry line. The nodes are the points of intersection of the arrow that is shown above with the reflected arrow, like . . . this. See, easy right?” He beams out.
You can’t help but to cringe back at the sight, “Yeah, I appreciate your explanation . . . But, I am clueless of what just happened. I think I’ll stick to the FMA triangle, yeah?” That elicits a chuckle from him.
“You’ll get there. Also, I’m one hundred percent sure your coffee is cold by now,” he just his chin out to the counter.
You stood up abruptly, “You’re right. And I should be going, oh my gosh. I am so sorry, I got too caught up in the whole physics lesson,” he waved his hand sheepishly, “thanks again, Gojo. Also, for the extra lessons. Needed that too. Think we could do this again sometimes? Only if you want to, I mean. No pressure,” sounds like a lot of pressure, you slapped yourself internally.
“I don’t mind teaching privately,” he jokes.
“Free of charge, I suppose?”
“Free of charge. Thank you for listening, (Last Name).”
You chuckled, “(Name) is fine.”
“Then, Satoru is fine,” you pucker your lips out, waving towards him, “safe trip home, see you sometimes.”
Nerdjo loves it when you squirm and grip his hair for dear life. .ᐟ.ᐟ nsfw content
You feel completely overwhelmed, your nerdy boyfriend is just too big for you.
His thick and veiny cock is buried inside you, and you feel it so deeply. You hold onto his sweaty and broad shoulders, fingers gripping for dear life into his muscles. Seeking comfort, you bury your head into his chest and let out a whimper as you feel him speed up.
Unable to handle the weight of your body any longer, your head slipped from his chest landing on the soft pillows below. Satoru’s large hand curls around the frame of your face, the pad of his thumb slowly brushing away the strands of sweaty hair stuck to your forehead. Satoru slips his dick out of you with a huff, and you let out an exasperated moan, heavy with pure frustration. You stare at him as he adjusts his glasses— which are fogged up and sticky, to which he uses the star wars bed sheets to wipe the glass clean.
He lets out a small smile, as if he’s enjoying your exhaustion mixed with disbelief. “C’mon— D-don’t go falling asleep on me now baby.” Drawing out the sentence in an exaggerated annoyance he can’t conceal the smile that continues to tug on his lips. Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to the side of your lips, hands tracing over your stomach he feels you shiver beneath him, clearly enjoying your reaction.
“Satoru— please just… ugh” You fumble over your words, biting your bottom lip in frustration when he continues to simply trace over your stomach. Tears well up in your eyes as you feel his lingering touch drop lower as he begins to trace your aching pussy.
His other hand grabs yours, intertwining them together as he realigns his hard cock with your throbbing heat and pushes in with one hard thrust.
Your voice is muffled as he kisses you, feeling so full your toes curl in delight and your watering eyes start to blur. Pulling back, Satoru groans at the sight before him, blue eyes examining every detail of your exhausted face. “T-that’s it… That’s my girl.”
He continues to thrust into you as you desperately try to cling to him, squirming under his large body. You know he’s close, speeding up as his breathing grows heavy. You grab onto the back of his head, pulling his white snowy hair as tight as you can.
“F-fuck! Aha… You’ve got a strong grip—” he lewdly whimpers out, his thrusts growing sloppy, thick veins feeling every throb of your soft and gummy walls.
“I’m close, T-toru”
“Yeah? Come on… cum for m-me, baby”
Feeling absolutely shameful, you lock your legs around him, muttering his name over and over, as if worshipping him. Looking down, you see his cum dripping down your thighs— to which Satoru lets out a grin and traces around it, pride written all over his face.
“All mine,” he murmured, as if speaking to himself, “All mine.”
You entered the heavily crowded fraternity house. Swaying bodies grinding up against each other as the humid atmosphere made your skin start to prick with a thin layer of sweat. Silently thanking yourself for wearing your favorite mini skirt tonight.
You did find it odd that your normally timid and introverted boyfriend Gojo invited you to a frat party on a Saturday night. Usually those days were reserved for quiet date nights or his annual dnd meet ups.
You pushed past the bodies trying to get deeper into the house and hopefully find the stairs. The text Gojo sent you earlier telling you to head to the basement.
Seeing the bright light of sanctuary up ahead once you finally noticed the "no entry" sign plastered on the basement door. But as you went to grab the door knob, a tall broad chest covered in a tight white tee blocked your vision.
"That place is off limits sweetheart." Came the deep voice above you, your neck craning up to get a look at the human blockade. "Sorry but my boyfriend said I can go down there-" Your words cut off once you finally got a good look at the person in front of you.
"Gojo?" You said surprised, a hint of confusion in your tone as you looked at your boyfriend.
The man who looked exactly like him widened his eyes at your words. A cocky smirk overtaking his lips as he stared down at you, his eyes roaming your figure making you shiver, usually making you blush but this stare felt wrong.
"Hey babe! I didn't realize it was you." He smirked, leaning against the door as he spoke.
"Yeah me neither..." You trailed off taking in his attire. His usual scruffy hair that you loved running your fingers through was now cut short with low tapered sides, the top of his hair covered by a backwards cap. A lip piercing that was usually on his right now moved to his left, while his broader shoulders stretched his plain white tee.
Your eyes narrowing as you took him in. "What's with the new look?" You asked, trying to hide the suspicion in your voice.
The white haired man titling his head to the side, licking his lip. "You don't like?" He leaned down, his face closer but still a respectable distance away.
"Thought a change was needed." He glanced off to the side, the first recognizable trait that your boyfriend usually had. "What's with all the questions!" He stood straighter, grabbing your hand. "Why don't we get you a drink, loosen up those tense shoulders and join the party." He smirked freely, glancing back at you.
You slipped your hand out of his, "You know I don't drink babe." You narrowed your eyes.
"Oh yeah!" The frat boy in front of you faked remembrance. "Let's grab you a juice then. You know how fucked my memory gets when I drink." He tried to lead you into the frats kitchen, nodding every other step as people greeted him.
You silently followed, your mind going through all the possibilities of why and how your sweet nerdy boyfriend is now a popular frat dude.
Ick
"So Gojo, why'd you want to come to a party tonight." You questioned, watching as he handed you a sunny d from the back of the fridge.
The imposter gave you a suave smirk, something that'd made any girl swoon. Except you, holding in the physical recoil as you backed up a step. "Who doesn't love a good party, good music, strong drinks, and hosted by the number one frat here." He bragged, taking a sip from his cup.
Your tongue gave a sharp click, his final words putting the last nail in the coffin. "And what should we do now that we're here at this rager." You asked, hiding your suspicions behind the rim of your drink.
His whole demeanor somehow got cockier, the playboy attitude taking the front. "Im glad you asked baby, why don't we take this party upstairs." He hinted, his eyes holding something you couldn't figure out. His relax facade at the forefront but behind it was a sharp gaze that felt like your answer would set the rest of the party in stone.
You took a big step back, straightening up your face no longer hiding the look of disgust. "Fat chance." You turned, ready to make a break for the door.
"Where you going?!" The fake called after you. "Come back you know I was just joking!" Your body pushed past as you looked for the exit.
"Take a hike! And tell my boyfriend Gojo to call me when he gets here, because your fake gym bro ass obviously isn't him!" You shouted behind you, almost running straight into someone.
"There you are! I've been waiting for you down at the basement." The sweet delicate voice that you knew and loved came from above. Your eyes recognizing your sweet nerdy boyfriend clad in his Digimon tee and his scruffy hair you missed.
"Gojo!" You gasped, throwing your arms around him. HIs arms quickly wrapping around you in surprise. "Are you okay? What took you so long-" His voice trailed off as his eyes caught the sight of his twin brother standing a couple feet behind you.
"Toru?" Gojo's voice rang out in recognition. "I thought you were busy fixing the kegs." Your fake boyfriend now known as Toru, shook his head with a smile.
"Finished with that earlier little bro, I was just keeping your girlfriend company." He stated.
"Lies!" You objected, hands gripping your boyfriend's shirt. "That fake pretended to be you and hinted at taking me upstairs!" You shouted, throwing an accusatory finger in Toru's direction.
The older brother holding his hands up in mock surrender a low chuckle leaving his lips, not even defending himself from the truth.
Your boyfriend let out a deep sigh, giving his brother a tired look. "Really. I thought you were gonna stop doing this."
His brother gave him a sheepish look, "You know im just looking out for you bro." He reassured, "This ones the real deal, was cautious of me from the start." Toru smirked, a friendly less playboy tone ringing out as he spoke to his brother.
Gojo rolled his eyes, before tugging you along towards the basement. Your body making it through the door this time. "So that was the annoying Toru you've told me about." You broke the silence first, eyes taking in the calm and cozy room. It looked more like a movie and gaming lounge than a cheap basement.
"Yes, sadly you've just met my brother Toru. President of this frat and host of this party." Gojo sighed, flopping onto the couch and taking you down with him.
"You didn't think to at least mention that your annoying brother was your twin?" You smiled teasing him. Your boyfriends scratched his neck as he gave you a sheepish look. "It just never came up?"
