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;
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.
..the ones you sat right in front of.
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