you were straddling choso’s lap, your knees on both sides of his thighs. the room was dimly lit by a lamp on the bedside table beside you guys. the warm lighting hit his face making his brown eyes sparkle. but not with the good kind of sparkle. his eyes were glossy with tears that threatened to spill.
you guys argued earlier about something stupid. maybe about the way he kept coming home late after hanging out with yuji. or maybe the way he kept forgetting your dates you guys have planned together. whatever the reason was, you were pissed and ignored him when he came home. you’ve been giving him the silent treatment even when he was cuddled up at your side since he came back.
he would hold your arm, rubbing circles on it, whispering apologizes: “i’m sorry baby…” and “please forgive me. i’m stupid i know.” eventually you gave in after his tenth: “let me make it up to you baby.”
his way of making it up to you was pleasuring you, however you were making him work for it. every time he would palm your tit, you would push him hand off him with a “ask properly choso.” he would frown and whimper at it, but nonetheless comply.
“please baby, let me touch you. let me show you how sorry i am.” he whined, looking up at you with a pout. you slowly nodded at him, eyes locked into his face. he broke eye contact and immediately grabbed your tit, massaging it under his grip. his fingers pinched and played with your nipple making you let out a soft moan.
he let his guard down immediately and popped your tit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your bud. your back arched into his touch, earning a whimper from him. you came back to your senses and pushed him off you. he let go of you with a pop!—a string of spit connecting from his mouth to you.
“did i say you can do that?” you narrowed your eyes at him, his eyes widening in realization. “n-no.” he stammered, placing both of his hands onto your hips. as you opened your mouth to speak, his hands lowered down to your thighs, threatening to touch your exposed pussy which was soaked—making a small dark patch appear onto his pants.
“exactly. ask me properly or you won’t get what you want.” you stated. the faint sound of the television in the other room filled the silence. he gulped, adam’s apple bobbing—his eyes traveling down to your wet cunt that clenched around nothing.
“i-i want to touch your sweet pussy, baby.” he whimpered out. you sweetly smiled at his attempt.
“not like that cho. come on, i know you can do better.”
“let me touch you angel. please.”
“again.”
“please, please, please, let me make you feel good. i’ll be good. i promise” his voice cracks, tears falling down his cheeks and landing onto his shirt.
“see. you gotta ask properly if you really want it, okay cho?” you sighed, lifting your hands up to rub his tears away—his head instinctively leaning into your touch. he sniffles and looks down at your cunt. he glances back up at you and you nod in approval.
he wastes no time and drags his fingers down your slit, collecting your wetness on them. your hips grind into his palm—your lips parting as your hands grip and pull at his hair. without warning he shoves two fingers into you, curling them at your sweet spot—you moan loudly, back arching into his chest.
a wet obscene sound of him fingering you echoed through the room and filled your ears, making you even more wet. “fuck, listen to the noises she’s making on my fingers.” he groans, cock throbbing against his boxers. you respond by lowering your head down onto his shoulder, mouth by his ear so he can hear every moan and whimper you make.
“just like that cho, nghh, show me how sorry you are.” he uses his other hand to rub tight hard circle on your clit, occasionally spreading your folds apart to see how your pussy sucks him in. he kisses and sucks on your neck, moaning out your name like he’s the one getting pleased.
you clench down onto his fingers and you feel his breath hitch as his movements still for a moment. you grind your cunt down onto his fingers as a response. he blinks before continuing his pace, thrusting and curling his fingers into your soaking pussy.
“don’t stop cho, it feels so good!” you moan into his ear, drool collecting onto his clothed shoulder. you rock yourself against him, matching his speed. your juices stream down his hand and drips down your thighs. “i got you baby, i got you” he rasps, his hand slapping your clit then returning to rubbing it.
he curls his fingers into you just right making your whole body shake as you cum around his fingers without warning. you stifle your moans by biting down onto his shoulder, tears pricking your eyes. he rides you through your orgasm, fingers lazily pumping in and out of you— creating white rings to form at the base.
your eyes flutter as you catch your breath, whispering small praises into his ear. he sighs and softly slaps your sensitive clit, the sound only audible to your ears.
“do you forgive me me now sweetheart?” he asks.
you giggle in his ear and playfully slap his head. “hmm, i think i need a little more
you and bf!sukuna began to drift apart and you don’t know why
a/n:yes i’m making sukuna a softie
you’ve been dating sukuna for a month. everything was perfect; his friends liked you, he was attentive, and helped you when you were fighting with your parents. however, finals rolled around and you started to see him less—everyday would change from every other day to barely. even your text conversations were shortened.
you asked his friend, toji, if you did anything wrong or if sukuna told him anything. unfortunately toji shrugged it off with a “i don’t know, probably just busy.” so for now you just had to endure the silence.
you walked around campus, looking for a nice spot to sit down and relax when you noticed a familiar figure in the distance. tall, pink hair, and tattoos running along every single muscle. yup, there was no denying that the figure was sukuna. you shakily walked over to where he was sitting, a pile of papers, books, and his laptop scattered along the bench beside him. you stood in front of him—unbeknownst to him as he was engulfed in his book.
“hey.”
he looked up from his book, highlighter wedged between the pages.
“oh hey.”
an awkward silence stood between you guys, the sound of conversations and the occasional yelling, now silent. you sucked in a breath, gripping the strap of your bag.
“did i do something wrong?” his eyes widened. he dropped his book on top of another one—highlighter falling out and dropping to the ground.
“no, of course not baby-“
“so why have you been ignoring me?” the question left your mouth before you could even stop it. he sighed after a moment and stood up from the bench, his shoulder blocking your view. he moved past you, grabbing your bag and placing it onto his back. “here, sit down.” he whispered from behind you. you bit the inside of your cheek before sitting down where he was once sitting, the sun now covered by his body.
“did i do something wrong?” you repeated, staring into his eyes, your brows furrowing. “no you didn’t do anything wrong. it’s just…” he fell to his knees in front of you, hands on your lower legs. he was silent for a moment as if he was contemplating on what to say.
you sat patiently, hands on your lap, softly smiling when someone you knew walked past. “i just…” his face painted with something you couldn’t make out. “i just wanted to be worthy of your love”
“what?” your hands immediately flying to his shoulders, leaning down slightly as if you heard him wrong.
he looked down at your shoes, avoiding your gaze in shame. “before finals started, satoru told me that someone said i wasn’t enough for you.” he continued “so i wanted to get my grades up, pass my finals, so i could be someone you would be proud of.” he said, hands now playing with your shoelaces.
a few tears formed in your eyes as you stared at the man in front of you. it was hard to believe that this was the same man who loved going to parties and staying out late drinking. as if reading your mind, “i know what people say about me. that im just some dumb frat boy, but i don’t want to be perceived that way…especially not from you.” he mumbled.
you reached for his chin, tilting his head upwards to meet your eyes. you smiled at him before placing a kiss onto his nose—pulling back just in time to see him smile at you. “i love every part of you, ‘kuna. i would never dumb you down to match those stupid stereotypes people say you are.”
he reached up and gave you a hug, your scent calming his nerves. “you don’t understand how hard it was to not be able to see you.” he whispered into your hair. “i missed you so much that i made you my wallpaper on my laptop so when i studied, i could see your beautiful face and be motivated to work harder.”
you snorted, rolling your eyes. “i’m telling everyone about this.”
“good. maybe some people would be inspired and work hard for their girlfriends like i did.”
a/n: i’ll get to that valentines fic soon guysss? trust :p
includes: masterbaition, voyeurism?(kinda idk)
choso flipped the page of his book, the crisp sound filling up the silence in his room. the lamp beside his table, warming up his side. his phone dinged beside his thigh with a vibration accompanied with a short ringtone. laying his book down onto his lap, he checked the notification.
he saw your name and immediately clicked onto it, his phone opening to instagram.
you posted a story of you in a bikini on the beach—your tits barely covered by your thin top, the sun making them look bright. he slowly blinked before screenshotting the story and sliding his book off his lap. his fingers tapped on his screen leading him to his photos where the new screenshot appeared.
he clicked on it, analyzing the way your top perfectly hugged your chest, your thighs soft and glowy. his boxers began to tighten around him, his bulge now prominent underneath the thin blanket.
“holy fuck…” he mumbled, reaching down to palm himself over his boxers. he looked again at your photo, staring at your face, rubbing his finger over his tip—precum dripped out, seeping through. sliding off his boxers down his thighs, freeing his dick as it slapped against his abs. the veins now visible and his tip flushed pink.
he spit into his hand, slowly stroking himself—his eyes scanning over your body then landing onto your tits. would you let him play with them or suck on them? would you let him hold onto them as he fucked you?
“nghh, shit.. you’re so fucking beautiful baby.” he whimpered out, picking up his pace. the sound of wet shlick! shlick! shlick! echoed through the room, flooding his ears—making his dick harden even more.
he imagine your hand instead of his, stroking him as you gave an oh so innocent smile to him as he groaned when you rubbed your finger over his tip.
his legs spread wider on the bed, his heavy balls which was slightly covered in precum, slapped against the mattress with each stroke. he closed his eyes, dropping the phone to his side, your picture still lit up on his screen.
he imagined how you would beg him to fuck your pussy, how tight you would be around him—clenching and sucking him in like a vice. he imagined your voice, moaning and whimpering for him to fuck you harder. to rub your clit until it gets swollen and sore so he could suck on it later as an apology. how your hands would run up and down his back, leaving red trails.
“i-i want to see your, mmgh, face when you cum around me.” his hand working faster and the other, gripping the sheets underneath him. his head tipped back, his hair falling on his pillow—eyes screwed shut and mouth agape. loud moans left his mouth as he began to stroke more desperately, chasing his climax. “i—mmh, n-need to see your face while i cum.”
his hand reaching for his phone. he opened his eyes, typing in his passcode before your picture appeared again. “so f-fucking pretty. ‘m so close.” he whimpered. his hips lifted off the bed and into his hand, now thrusting to match his strokes.
“shit, nghh, fuckfuckfuck-“ hot ropes of cum fell onto his hand, some landing on his screen, your stomach covered. he breathed hard, his chest rising up and down, as his dick laid against his abs—cum smearing his happy trail.
after he calmed his breathing, he opened his phone again—wiping his cum off before going to your profile. he clicked onto your story, a soft smile appearing on his face. his fingers tapped on the heart button before pressing onto the message bar. he typed out a: “you’re so pretty”. he stared at his message for a while before shaking his head, deleting it.
unaware that you posted it only for him and once you got the notification that he liked it, you took the story down. a smile spreading across your face as you were already aware of his crush on you.
“that is so embarrassing!” you whine out. you were on your stomach with your ass lifted in the air, hands gripping the pillow under your head. “i don’t care if it’s embarrassing or not. give me your hands.” sukuna rasps from behind you, his hands running up and down your thighs.
“no!” you shook your head. he sighed from behind you, his hands coming to a halt and tearing away from you. before you could even register the sudden loss of his warmth, a hand came down on your cunt with a loud wet slap!—making you cry out, your body jolting toward.
“that’s what happens to dirty sluts when they don’t listen.” he laughed behind you, his voice rough. another slap came down and his fingertips landed on your clit.
“nghh—you’re so mean ‘kuna.” you whimpered, the sting burning on your pussy. he ran a finger through your wet folds, dipping it in slightly, but not enough to go past your entrance. your posture wavered and your ass began to lower.
then a harsh slap! made you lift it back up, a sob ripping out from your throat. “aww, i know baby. just listen to me and this will all be over.” he said in obvious pity. tears flowed down from your eyes, landing onto the pillow beneath you—a wet patch beginning to form.
shakily, you reached behind you and planted your hands on your ass. turning your head to look at him, sukuna’s eyes were already on yours, waiting in anticipation to see if you would follow his orders.
“well. go on baby.” his eyes taking in your face; the way your lips quivered, your lashes wet with tears, and the faintest shade of pink on your cheeks.
taking in your bottom lip between your teeth, you sucked in a breath before lowering your hands—spreading your pussy lips. he hummed in approval, arms on either side on your legs.
if the street light outside, that was peering into your room, was a little bit brighter, you would’ve saw the dark patch on his grey boxers.
“t-there.” you stuttered. “i did what you wanted so please.” your voice cracked, eyes never leaving his face. your wetness dripping along your inner thigh—some dropping onto the sheet below you.
he leaned in, face so close you could feel his breath on your swollen clit. “good fucking girl.” his voice a groan before spitting right on your cunt. a moan left your lips as he dragged his tongue along your folds—his spit and your juices mixing.
“keep that pretty pussy spread while i eat you out, yeah?”
includes: fluff, established relationship, college au
yuji was cuddled up next to to you, his arm draped over your waist. his head was nuzzled up into the crook of your neck—his small snores barely audible. outside the sun shined down harshly onto people—noises of the busy city leaked through the cracked window and into the room.
suddenly an alarm rang on the bedside table. the numbers ‘8:30’ flashed along the screen in a big white font. you groggily opened your eyes, heavy lidded with sleep, and looked at the table. yuji’s phone was still lit up with an annoying ringtone to accompany it. you sighed and closed your eyes then rubbed on his scalp with your fingertips.
“baby your alarm is going off.” you whispered low enough so he could hear. he stirred and held you closer, arms tightly grasping you. you lightly nudged his foot with yours and moved your hand down to his cheek—rubbing it gently.
“five more minutes please.” he mumbled, his breath fanning against your neck, sending slight shivers through your body. you hummed in agreement as you slowly took your hand off his face and reached over to the table. the alarm shut off under your touch and you laid back down, holding his face closer.
who would’ve known those five minutes would turn into an hour and leaving him running out the door to catch the bus.
includes: oral (f! receiving), edging, reader is a brat
you were sitting down at a table with four of your classmates. you had to create a project and ended up with one of those stupid frat boys who would always pick on you. its fine you told yourself. just do the work and pass.
physics came easy to you— solving equations was a piece of cake. not to mention that you had an amazing boyfriend tutor; professor satoru. of course you didn’t need the tutoring, but who would deny the help of someone who’s whole job is dedicated to physics?
anyways, that’s not the point. as you and your team were testing standing waves, your eyebrows suddenly furrowed and you looked at your classmate who was equally confused. “where the fuck is the resonance?” you mumbled, leaning in to your contraption.
megumi, who was equally confused, rubbed his chin. “okay wait here, i’ll ask professor satoru if we did it right.” you nodded at him, looking over at yuji who was too busy flirting with some girl at the project station next to you guys.
“i swear we did it right…” megumi mumbled before weaving through students making his way to your teachers desk. as you bit your nails, grumbling into your hand, yuji turned around and looked at your expression before laughing. you snapped your head up and narrowed your eyes at him. in exchange, he gave you one of his infamous shit-eating grins. “what’s got your panties in a twist?”
you rolled your eyes at him as you tapped your pencil along the table, small eraser sheddings falling onto it. “first of all, shut up, weirdo. the fucking project is messed up.”
across the table, he shrugged and tapped on the small speaker you placed. “maybe you were too focused on scribbling in your notebook that your brain faltered.” you offered him a sneer as you opened your notebook, flipping through your pages. “it’s not gonna be in there. it’s fine, calm down. i just adjusted the speaker so we would get results faster.” your head slowly turned up at him, your tongue poking your cheek.
you sucked in a breath before offering him a fake smile. “how kind of you to do, yuji. but unfortunately that’s not how things work” you said through gritted teeth. your team exchanged glances between you and yuji.
“if the speaker is louder then it means it’s easier to hear it.”
“you just changed multiple variables making our standing wave pattern nothing but a pile of shit.” a few of your classmates gasped at your sudden reaction, some stopping all movements entirely so they could watch.
“it’s fine sweetheart, we can just redo it again. i have time. i think.” he shrugged. “i don’t have time to redo this. i have actual important things that i need to focus on.” inumaki piped up from beside you. the rest of your team nodded in agreement. “yuji, why don’t you just leave the work to people who actually understand it.” you sighed.
yuji’s eyes widened and he crossed his arms in front of his chest. unbeknownst to you and him, half of the class has gone silent, simply watching the both of you. megumi and professor satoru, who stood a few feet away, being a part of it. “oh okay so now everything’s my fault.” yuji shot back.
“ i didn’t say it was, but you’re not wrong.”
“god, you’re just insufferable. why can’t you just accept i was trying to help instead of being a complete control freak.”
you laughed in astonishment. all this was coming from the same guy who slept through most of the lectures. “you know what yuji? just join another project group because obviously we won’t be able to work together.”
he scoffed and walked around the table over to you—stopping in front of you placing one hand onto the surface. he leaned down to your face, eyes scanning yours. “if you apologize, i’ll look past this. i’m pretty sure you’re only acting this way because you want my attention.” he insisted. before you could stop it, you laughed straight in his face. how could someone be so full of himself? it was almost hilarious that he thought every girl was head over heels for him.
“in your dreams. only stupid bimbos would want your pathetic attention. can your head even grasp the idea that maybe some girls see past the frat boy front and only see the absolute stupidity you have?” you pouted in mockery.
your eyes traveled to his jaw that clenched so hard you swore you could hear his teeth grinding against each other. his right arm lifted up, ready to shove you when suddenly an arm grasped his, stopping his movements. you looked beside yuji and saw satoru who was now whispering softly only so they would hear. yuji’s eyes traveled to the floor in defiance as satoru’s traveled to yours.
yuji tore his arm away from satoru and pushed past the crowd of students, disappearing behind them. satoru sighed before clapping his hands together, looking at the crowd of students.“alright show’s over! everyone get back to your projects.” he yelled, making the students groan and walk back to their stations.
he nodded once to you, his mouth shut, but his blue eyes seemed to talk for him; we’ll talk about this later. you nodded back at him before turning to your project, biting on your nails.
—
“do you know how many people i heard complain about how they lost time to work on their projects due to your little outburst?” he threw his sweater onto the couch. “i don’t know and i don’t care.” you rolled your eyes. “yuji shouldve been focused on the project instead of asking that blonde girl for her number.” you plopped down onto the couch, picking up the remote.
suddenly, the remote got tore out of your hands, and landed next to the arm rest. you looked up in shock to meet satoru’s stare. he snuck to his knees in front of you, using his hands to part your legs.
“what the fuck was that for?” you scowled, but it quickly got cut off as a mean slap! came down onto your clothed pussy. you yelped out in surprise, your legs kicking next to his sides.
“next time, you talk things out like an adult with yuji-“
“but it was-“
slap!
“talk things out with him properly and work to help solve the problem, not make it worse.” he stated. you scoffed, looking away from him, suddenly finding the kitchen oh so interesting. his soft hands lifted your shirt up slightly and unbuttoned your jeans, touching the hem of your lace panties. you felt three taps on your hips and you sighed in annoyance as you instinctively lifted your hips up.
your pants slid off and you looked over to him with a stubborn pout on your face. he didn’t bat an eye and instead grab one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder. the new position made the cool air from the apartment seep through your underwear and sent goosebumps on your legs.
“don’t be mad baby. all i’m saying is he’s still your partner so put aside your drama and try to work together” he tilted his head to place a kiss beside your knee. “it’s not fair. why am i in trouble and he’s not?” you whined, placing a hand in his hair.
“who said he’s not in trouble?” his hand now rubbing up your thigh. his fingers reached your clothed clit and rubbed gently—pinching it just to see your face scrunch up.
“whatever.” a pause. “why is he even in physics?”
satoru’s face somehow mere inches away from your cunt without you noticing. “he’s smarter than you give him credit for, sweetheart.” he softly licked up your slit, his tongue wetting the material. “now, can we not talk about him anymore when i’m trying to eat your pussy?” his voice sending a vibration through your body.
you hummed in agreement—your hands massaging his scalp. “thank you.” was all he said before he started to lick and kiss you over your panties. the fabric sticking onto your folds more and more with each time he licked on it. his mouth sucked on your clit as he used his hands to gently grip on your thighs.
“ahh fuck, j-just take them—mmm— take them off.” you moaned, bucking your hips into his face, his glasses nudging you. he let out a soft chuckle as he shook his head—mouth still latching onto your clit. you were about to protest, but his hand shot up and two thick fingers were shoved into your mouth—laying flat onto your tongue. “mm, hmph, toru-“ you choked around his fingers, tears forming in your eyes.
he brought his hand up and rubbed you as he continued to lick and suck. your thighs shook around his head, your hands pulling him even closer to you. “mmf, i-im gon—mmhm— s’ close!” you whined around his fingers. he removed his mouth fully from your cunt—a string of spit connecting from his lips. then his fingers were removed from your mouth.
“what? w-why’d you stop?”
“because you need to be taught a lesson.”
“toruuu, that’s not fair!” you kicked the heel of your foot into his back. a pout formed on your mouth while he smiled up at you, his fingers shoving your panties to the side— your throbbing pussy now on display.
“nothing in life is fair baby.”
—
the next day, you were really annoyed. not because of yuji—well actually because of him, but because yesterday, satoru edged you for hours.
in the nth time, he ate you out, fingered you, and fucked you, he didn’t let you cum while he came four times. however, when you came to class, you were sure to be extraaa kind to yuji to not get punished again. safe to say you started watching your attitude under satoru’s eyes.
a/n: literally worked on this for days cuz i kept getting writers block but we ball!!!
a/n:happy valentine’s day! this is gonna be a little series for valentine’s day so please enjoy!!!!
p.s: 2k word count
description: is valentines itself a great holiday or is it the person you spend it with? that’s the question your professor ask you during your class. you get paired up with nerd!satoru to test this theory out.
includes: forced proximity, eventual smut, masterbaition, oral ( both f!receiving and m!receiving), overstimulation, squirting, slapping, and manyy more freaky deeky stuff
“alright does everyone understand the assignment?” professor yaga said, looking to the crowd of students. your classmate shoko, lifted up her head. “sir can you repeat that? it’s hard to hear you from where i’m sitting.”
a few people beside her snickered knowing she fell asleep earlier. professor yaga sighed, rubbing his hands together.
“alright so since someone wasn’t paying attention, i’ll repeat it.”
“for the next three weeks, you will be spending at least two hours with someone each day. you will basically play twenty questions to get to know this person better. after this, you will write it down in a journal.”
“during those three hours, no phones and no outside friends. just you and your partner. when valentine’s day rolls around, you may ask that person to be your valentine to test out our theory.”
“you may use the article by arthur aron ‘36 questions that lead to love.’ if you can’t come up with any questions to ask the other.”
“alright any other questions?” he peered into the crowd of students who shook their heads. you sighed and rubbed your neck. you were praying you didn’t get anyone bad like sukuna or mahito. he walked over to his desk, tapping onto his laptop.
“alright…” his hand clicked his mouse. “listen up people! please do not talk, i am going to read off the pairings.” he yelled as his screen appeared onto the board. you tried to make out the small letter on the screen—searching for your name.
your friend, haibara, excitedly clapped his hands together. “i hope i get someone good. i actually like this assignment.”
you laughed, shaking your head.
“toji and shoko.”
“geto and mei mei.”
you scribbled onto your notes as you waited for him to say your name. you anxiously bit your lip. what if the assignment went terrible and you ended up failing? sure you were on good terms with the people in your class, but spending two hours everyday with them? there’s no telling what could happen.
as you stressed about the possible situations that could happen, you heard your name. finally.
“…and satoru gojo.”
you blinked. satoru gojo? you searched your mind for his name—trying to see if you knew who that was. you came up empty handed. turning to haibara next to you, you asked him who the hell is satoru gojo. “oh satoru? he’s that guy with the white hair and glasses. he’s….” he looked around. “oh right there! in the front.” he pointed.
you looked over to where his finger was and saw him looking at you already—face a light shade of pink that reached his ears. he gave you a lopsided smile before hesitatingly lifting up his hand to give you a wave.
“well wave back! don’t be rude, you have to work with him.” haibara whispered into your ear, waving at satoru. you gave a small fake smile to him as you waved before sighing. “god how i pray he won’t be bad to work with.” you closed your eyes, sinking into your seat.
—
as the clock hit two, people had already started to pack up and leave the lecture hall. stuffing your notes into your bag, you thought about how to ask gojo when you guys should ‘hang out.’ as if reading your mind, he appeared behind you.
“h-hey.” you jumped slightly, turning around.
“oh hey. you scared me.”
“sorry! i didn’t mean to. uhm, i just wanted to ask when would be a good time to.. you know, hang out?” you zipped your bag up, placing it on your shoulder.
“my next class doesn’t start until…” you checked your phone. “until a few hours so we can do it right now, if that’s okay with you gojo?” he blushed. “s-sure.” you smiled as you signaled for him to lead the way. he offered you a shy grin accompanied with a quiet “oh right sorry.”
you two walked out of the room into the hallway where it was buzzing with students walking to their class or talking to their friends. “hey, do you want to go to the cafe near here?” you asked, walking beside him— shoulders bumping. he gave you a quick nod, hands shaking in his pockets.
you made your way out to the yard where you spotted your friend, nanami chatting with haibara. you gave them a quick wave as you walked by, though you were slightly covered by satoru’s tall figure.
pulling out your phone to check the time, your eyes widened— an annoyed sigh leaving your lips. “is everything okay?” satoru spoke up from beside you. “yes sorry, i just remembered the cafe gets packed at this time.” you scratched the back of your neck.
“oh… uhm if it’s okay with you, we can just go to my dorm? i live in crane hall, it’s not far from here.”
“yeah sure.” his tongue poked his cheek as he looked down at you.
—
he inserted the key to his dorm, struggling a bit before it slotted in. he twisted it and a small click! echoed through the empty hall. as he opened the door, the smell of mint wafted into your face, your eyes fluttering.
“o-oh! you can leave your shoes by the door.” you nodded, slipping off your sneakers—positioning it to lay next to satoru’s. he lead the way, bag hanging on one shoulder, turning down the mini hall. his door was ajar and you peeked inside. various different books flooded his shelf along with his desk which had many papers scattered around it with a notebook open in the middle of the table.
“shit, w-wait, let me clean up real quick. can you wait outside the door please?” he bolted inside, shutting the door in your face.
“okay…” you mumbled, leaning onto the wall. you could hear him shuffling inside, muttering to himself. your phone buzzed inside your back pocket, screen lighting up, just as you were about to pull it out to check, the door in front of you opened.
satoru leaning onto the doorframe awkwardly with his hands in his pockets before crossing his arms. “sorry, i forgot to clean up earlier.” his glasses slipped down to his nose. he pushed it back up with one finger, giving you an awkward smile. you chuckled as he moved to the side, arm inviting you in.
you walked past him and looked around his room. posters filled his walls; science, movies, sports, and shows all displayed onto the white paint. his bed was neatly made all except for one pillow that seemed to have fallen onto the ground.
“nice room, gojo. it’s definitely something.”
“thank you, it’s basically a reflection of me.”
you ran your fingers over a space textbook. “yeah it definitely is.”
“here, let me take your bag.” his hands gripping the strap, peeling it off of your shoulder— gently placing it down onto his bed.
“so.. do you want to sit on the floor?” you nodded, bending down to sit. he quickly handed you the flat pillow that was on his floor. you muttered a small thanks as you placed it under your ass. he sat down cross legged in front of you, nervously fiddling with his thumbs.
an awkward silence passed between you guys—eyes everywhere except in each other.
“so…” you both started. “oh sorry. you go.” you said in unison.
he nervously laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “you can go.”
“thank you. so let’s start off simple. what’s your major?”
“physics… and yours?”
“art history.” his eyes widened, his body leaning forward.
“wow art history? t-that’s really cool like you get to learn about two things in one, you know?” he stammered, eyes avoiding yours.
“thank you. yours is cool too. i could never do physics.” the word physics seemed to set a spark off in his head as he leaned forward, eyes sparkling.
“really? it’s easy when you start to understand it. people think physics is hard when it’s just logic. like sir issac newton created three laws to explain motion and since then, we’ve been applying it without second guessing whether we are or aren’t.”
“and the math isn’t even all that hard! it’s mainly simple algebra explaining something happening in a physical sense. when you realize it’s easier than you make it out to be, everything just clicks in your brain. you’ll be able to write equations and solve them without even thinking once you reach that state.”
“not only that, but a whole class of people who understand it and love physics as much as i do, is heaven on earth.”
you slowly blinked, a smile forming on your face. as he finished his little rant, he breathed heavily to catch his breath.
“…wow.”
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to… i’m sorry.” he covered his face with his trembling hands. you laughed as you leaned over, reaching over to his hands. you placed your hand over his softly, pulling them away from his face.
“gojo, it’s okay. i’m not mad or anything. that was a bit entertaining honestly.” he blushed, looking at your joined hands in his lap.
he mumbled under his breath. “satoru.”
“hm? i’m sorry, i didn’t hear what you said.”
“satoru.” he looked up at you, his pupils dilated. “it’s satoru. not gojo.” you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. you just looked at him and smiled, removing your hands from his.
“alright.. well then satoru, are you up for twenty questions?”
he smiled when you said his name and shifted in his position on the floor.
“definitely.”
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after asking what seemed like a million questions, you learned almost everything about him. his best friend’s name was suguru and he shared the dorm with him. he graduated top of his class in highschool. planned to take a trip to the states soon. his favorite food was sukiyaki and he loved sweets. he liked to play video games in his free time. and he dreamed to become a physics teacher. (shocker)
you ended up really enjoying your time with him; he seemed shy at first, but really it just takes him a while to become comfortable.
“it’s a good thing you love sweets because i happen to be a really good baker.” you lifted your head up in fake proudness.
“seriously?” you nodded at him, getting up from the floor, extending your hand out to him. he took his hand in yours and got up from the floor— brushing his pants off.
“if you have any ingredients, i could bake you something.”
“you’re an angel, but i don’t think i do. suguru and i usually order take out or eat somewhere else.”
you grabbed your bag off his bed, heading to the door. “that’s a shame. well our two hours are up. tomorrow, how about you come to my dorm? i have enough ingredients to bake us some sweets while we hang out.” you walked through the dorm, making your way to the front door.
“y-yeah definitely!” you slipped your shoes back on and grabbed your phone from your pocket.
“here, let’s exchange numbers.” you handed him your phone as he took his out—giving it to you. you typed in your number and set your name. your fingers tapped the back of his phone as you waited for him to do the same.
he gave you a grin, passing your phone back to you while you gave him back his. he walked past you, opening the door. you followed and stop in the doorframe.
“just text me whenever you’re free alright?” he nodded, eyes going up and down your figure. “bye satoru, see you soon!” you waved goodbye to him, stepping out into the hall.
he waved back to you and watched as you made your way to the elevator. he continued to watch you until you stepped inside and then closed his dorm door.
as you stood in the elevator, you silently thanked professor yaga for pairing you up with someone so nice. unbeknownst to you, satoru did the same except for a different reason.
a/n: sorry i rushed this like crazy so i could post this in valentine’s day so this is not proofread!!!
haii my name is sophie! i’ll be posting lil fanfics and one shots abt anime, (mostly jjk). the characters ill be writing abt are satoru, toji, choso, higurama, sukuna, nanami, suguru, takuma, and maybe yuji/megumi.
my requests are always open so feel free to ask me to make a certain fic based on any ideas you have!
i won’t shame you for any request you have so you are more than free to write down anything superrrr freaky cuz im lowkey down for that too^^
most of my works will be kindaaa proofread so sorry if there’s any mistakes!! i’ll tryyy to upload consistently but no promises!!!꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱
