loosely based on 'the falls' by chxrry!
.ᐟ nerd!jo x mean!black!reader .ᐟ mature themes mdni .ᐟ angst
YOU LIKED TO THINK you kept your… escapades in check. the men understood the dynamic and didn’t question it, because you both left with something: pleasure.
but of course, shit happened sometimes.
satoru melted into your kiss as soon as you plopped yourself on his lap to catch his attention. he had been slouched over his slightly cluttered desk—large hoodie sleeves pushed up on his forearms and glasses perched on his nose—scribbling away at some chemistry homework instead of focusing on you.
you felt you deserved it now.
especially after you had technically ghosted suguru’s fine ass for the dork.
you kept your cool for the first five minutes. the white-haired loser prioritized his grades and took school very seriously, and you understood that. it was actually one of the qualities about him that drew you in, interested in his work ethic and how passionate he was in your shared psychology class last semester.
the deep blush that dusted his cheeks after you walked up to him after the lesson is something you’ll always remember. he was damn-near the color of a beet as you complimented how interesting his questions for your professor were.
he scrambled to respond to you, the beautiful girl with brown skin who smelled like peaches and had a smile showing off teeth so bright he swore they mirrored his own hair. everything about you screamed soft, elegant, untouchable—at least he thought you were to someone like him.
he clutched his book-bag strap like it would save him from his nerves, choking out a “thank you,” and averting his blue eyes from yours.
you found yourself addicted to that shyness.
now, his hands were shakily gripping the fat of your ass through cotton flare bottoms—the ones that had a cute fitted jacket to match and make it a set—you wore as you kissed, almost as if he were still new to the concept of touching you.
like you two hadn’t been in more lewd predicaments more than once before.
you couldn’t help the amused smile that blossomed on your face, your head pulling back slightly to where your lips were only brushing his pink ones now messily coated in your lipgloss.
his glasses were fogged and bit slanted on his face as he stared up at you, blinking rapidly before looking away as if intimidated.
you were so fucking beautiful.
you tilted your head at him, tone light as you spoke. “why you actin’ shy?” the smile turned into a smirk as you watched him stiffen at your question, his lips parting breathlessly at being called out.
“i-...i’m not shy…” he responded, swallowing as he gripped your ass a bit tighter. “…just was caught by surprise, is all.”
with a brow raised, you pull back further. “am i making you uncomfy? don’t ever be scared to tell me—”
he cut you off with a panicked voice, “no! no, never. y-you’d never make me uncomfortable…” he trailed off shyly, suddenly feeling like he was spilling his guts out from just those words alone.
you slowly hummed, taking in his face to genuinely make sure. he was a nervous wreck under your heated gaze and swallowed as he continued to avert his eyes from yours. you couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out at it.
you leaned down and planted a kiss on his neck in amusement. he jumped at the sudden contact, and his hands clenched against your ass again, squeezing you unconsciously through the fabric.
now, your new goal was to litter his soft skin there in kisses to butter him up. your manicured fingers pulled at the collar of his worn hoodie to get better access. you hoped one thing would eventually lead to the other, and you’d get your brain sloppily fucked out by the lanky dweeb.
but the sudden buzzing of your phone caught in your ears, and your head lifted up from his pale skin. the device was on his bed face-up on the plaid covers. a name popped up on the screen like a warning.
you huffed a bit under your breath and rolled your eyes. wasn’t your lack of response a response in itself? he could see you another day. especially, when you were now dedicated to getting into the drawls of your favorite little geek.
satoru’s breath hitched when your lips found his neck again, his azure blue eyes fluttering at how soft they were against his skin. he shakily exhaled and tried his best to continue to get lost in the feeling… but he just couldn’t help himself.
and his trembling hands continued to hold you close as he wracked his brain for a name with that—
your lips were back on his now, your hands tangling into the fluffy white hair at his nape—the intricate zebra print design on your nails sticking out against the color.
when your teeth gently nibbled at his lip, he parted them for you to let your tongue slip through and deepen the kiss.
and he tried his best to enjoy it, he really did.
but that name, or at least that nickname, repeated in his head.
maybe it was his fault for thinking you were only sleeping with him. with a face like yours, a brain like yours—in more ways than one—and a personality so uniquely yours, of course you had men flocking to get you.
he just thought… okay yeah, that was it. he was only thinking it. he never said it outright.
and he knew that you were a woman who liked when a man was direct. you never settled for hints or mixed signals.
satoru was scared shitless, but he knew what he wanted. as someone who had been shy his whole life, quiet and reserved so deeply into himself he barely spoke up, he had to do this. he had to express what he wanted.
he pulled away from your kiss a bit, staring up at you with those dilated blue eyes you loved to get lost in every now and then. your brows knitted at the feel, lips smacking loudly as they parted from his in the small college dorm room. “what’s wrong?” came your breathless voice, so sweet and so concerned that his heart swelled in his chest.
your phone rang again on his bed.
he glanced at it, blush bright and chest slightly heaving, before looking back at you. “could we… c-could we talk about something?”
you licked your swollen lips and tried to figure out what the topic could possibly be about before he outwardly said it. “what’s wrong?”
his hands started to rub at your ass, something to calm his nerves as he looked away.
as if his bedside table with his glasses case and an unfinished bottle of water would help him find the words.
“a-are you… um… sleeping with other people? besides me?” he finally spoke, training his eyes on you again.
your brow rose immediately, wondering where the fuck that came from. he thought you weren’t?
“where is this coming from?” you asked with slightly narrowed eyes. surely seeing ‘sug’ didn’t have him acting like this.
damn, maybe you should’ve turned your phone off.
he swallowed at your gaze, thinking before he spoke again. “…the name on your phone. that’s suguru, r-right?”
you sighed through your nose. here we fucking go, bro. you felt yourself slowly drying up now, not at all in the mood to be intimate with him anymore.
“what does that have to do with anything? i’m so confused right now, sato.” you deadpanned, pulling your hands out of his hair to rest on his wrists.
he was starting to panic as he sensed the attitude bubbling in your chest. this wasn’t going well. he had to spit it out now before you likely pushed his hands off of you.
“...i want to be exclusive with you. l-like just you and me… and stuff.” he swallowed, anxiously licking over his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth.
your face contorted as if he had said something far worse than that, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. “huh?”
satoru, with an astounding GPA and accolades to stand for it, suddenly felt like a very dumb man.
you were overly blown now.
in what way had you given off the impression that you were down to be exclusive to anyone?
it’s not like you had a goal of getting your shit ran through by any and every man, you just weren’t interested in something serious at the moment. you were still young, you felt—the perfect age to have some fun and it only be that.
a relationship wouldn’t be anything you sought after for a long damn time.
“you know what… i’m finna go, actually. i don’t know what’s going on with you, but you actin’ a lil’ silly.” you let out a humorless laugh and started to lift off his lap after pulling his hands off, watching as his bulge sprang up in his sweatpants from the loss of your weight.
satoru’s white brows furrowed as he watched you. he wouldn’t hold you down on him, never that, but he also didn’t want you leaving.
“i-i don’t understand. did i say something wrong—”
“yeah,” you cut him off, walking over to his bed to pick up your phone and check it. suguru had texted you and called twice, obviously in the mood to see you.
the irritation only got worse. you could’ve been with him instead, since satoru wanted to be sappy. “i never said that i wanted a relationship, or shit to be exclusive. we literally established what this was supposed to be from the jump, satoru.”
the use of his full name had him stiffening, his eyes widening a fraction in shock. you always called him ‘sato’. he loved that nickname. ‘satoru’ didn’t even sound right coming out of your mouth. “i know, but— wait,” he murmured your name desperately as he got out of his chair.
he towered over you, all lanky and anxious, and lightly gripped your wrist. “i didn’t mean to upset you. i-i just like you a lot and thought maybe we could—”
your eyes met his, your tone a little colder as you cut him off in frustration, “could what?”
he had nothing to say. his throat was suddenly dry and he felt like he was about to throw up the pizza rolls he had made himself for dinner hours earlier.
you glanced at your phone again, eyeing the message from suguru. satoru’s dorm wasn’t appealing anymore; hell, he barely was now.
and not even to be bitchy, you genuinely did not need a man in love with you, or making the devotion worse by continuing to let him fuck.
you softened your tone as you looked up at him. you felt bad for your attitude, he was such a sweetheart and definitely didn’t deserve that tone. “satoru, you are a great guy. smart, very sweet, the whole nine yards, okay? but, i’m not ready for a relationship and i definitely don’t wanna make whatever you feel for me… worse or anything,” you trailed off, pursing your lips a bit awkwardly as you tried your best to let him down gently. “so let’s just end this, alright?”
satoru felt like his heart was being ripped out his chest as you spoke. his face slowly contorted.
panic, hurt, frustration all burned in his bright eyes as he stood before you and softly muttered, “what?”
hiii yall this is my first post. i’m so mf new to this tumblr scene lmao. hope you liked it bcs i love me a mean reader AND the nerdjo trend going around <3
