#is it nerdjo or nerdtoru

[yujisdreamgirl]

save me…nerdjo…save..me..

[gojoest]

the nerdy boy (gojo satoru) in your class keeps staring at you.

he’s a peculiar one.

he always sits in the front rows in the university lecture hall, and often raises a hand to ask or answer questions. sometimes he makes additions to what the lecturer said, other times — he makes corrections. he’s a blessing for some educators and a nightmare for others.

very smart. almost concerningly so. there are times when you think he should be the one leading the lectures instead of the professors. most of them seem uncomfortable in his presence, often glancing his way for a nod of approval during class, clearly distressed and wary of yet another academic confrontation, because gojo satoru — as much of a nerd he is — is not the quiet and easy type. he’s considered arrogant and hard to manage. perhaps, courtesy of having a threateningly vast knowledge and a unique way of justifying his point, which he seems to be very proud of. he’s almost cheeky when he speaks, using a respectful form of speech but with an undeniable and evident (very much on purpose) undertone of arrogance in the way those very respectful words come out of his mouth. it can drive a person crazy.

but every time he’s done speaking, he turns back to look at you. as if to check, if you are listening to him. to see if you notice him. as much as he tries to be subtle about it, you see it. maybe he thinks the strands of his fluffy hair that fall on his face and the glasses he wears help hide the direction in which he is glancing at.

but you see it, and soon enough you figure it out — that the nerdy boy in your class has a crush on you, that even a genius like him can become a bit stupid at times.

[gojosoups]

I like to think that we can all agree on one thing… nerd toru is a physics major

[tangledlcve]

─ 2+2 equals 5...? nerd!satoru x gn!reader headcanons

content (genre and warnings): non-sorcerer au, sfw, nerd!gojo, academic rivalry, light banter, kissing, mild language, 100% tooth rotting fluff, not proofread

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nerd!satoru who is effortlessly everyone's favourite. he's this untouchable, einstein-incarnate-stuck-in-a-hot-body who gets celebrity treatment. even the janitor loves him, for some reason unknown to you

nerd!satoru who spends all his time playing digimon yet still manages to score better than you. it gets on your nerves, seeing the wide grin he gives you when he manages to beat you by one mark

nerd!satoru who is seen by everyone, but he is the only one who sees you. even though you're constantly competing, he admires your intelligence.

nerd!satoru who purposefully argues with you in front of the entire class, even if his argument isn't valid. he just loves seeing you fume and defend your points like your life depends on it

nerd!satoru who carries a extra pencil during tests because he knows you lose yours easily. if he's going to beat you, better do it fair and square

nerd!satoru who defends you in front of his friends. nerds stick together, right?

nerd!satoru who gets paired with you for a project. the smartest kids of the school together, you were bound to make some huge scientific breakthrough, or so everyone thought

nerd!satoru who shows up late, glasses crooked on his nose, headphones around his neck. his sweater falls off one shoulder (his collarbones are rather distracting) and he gives you the same shit eating grin when he apologises for being late

nerd!satoru who cracks bad jokes and plays video games while you stress over the assignment

nerd!satoru who spends the rest of your study session lore dumping about some movie he had watched the other day and you can't help but smile at him while he rambles because his happiness is contagious. the project is long forgotten

nerd!satoru who falls asleep on the table during one of your sessions because he was up all night gaming. his eyes are shut, his hair falling over them and his glasses sit awkwardly on his nose bridge. you almost coo at how adorable he looks. was he always this cute?

nerd!satoru who walks you home when your study sessions stretch a bit too long and the sun has set. he calls it 'being a gentleman'

nerd!satoru who saves your number on his phone as 'my beloved nemesis' with a blue heart emoji

nerd!satoru who calls you at ungodly times to ramble and goes on even when your end of the line is dead silent

nerd!satoru who walks you to your classes

nerd!satoru who actually jumps in joy when you call him your friend

nerd!satoru who invites you over to play digimon

nerd!satoru who is overjoyed when you accept. spends extra time cleaning his room and setting up drinks and snacks

nerd!satoru who looks gorgeous in the dim lighting of his room, dressed in his digimon t-shirt, surrounded by his figures and plushies. when he smiles after he wins against you, you can't help but kiss him

nerd!satoru who freezes up but kisses you back, unable to hold in his grin. who spends the next hour laying beside you and staring up at his ceiling, muttering over and over again 'you kissed me' with a lovestruck smile

nerd!satoru who tells everyone at school the next day that you were finally his girlfriend

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[strychnynegirl]

Can't wait to read this!! Going to love him so much!

Just Friends!?

-Art in the banner from nek0zuu_ on X-

Pairings- Former Nerd! Gojo and popular F! reader

Summary - Satoru Gojo was the biggest nerd EVER in high school with you, next door neighbors, study buddies, you were the best friends in the world. Never having the courage to ask you -the 'popular girl' out- you never knew he felt for you. He ended up leaving town, moving to the big city of LA- getting famous with a modeling career, and lost touch with everyone from his old life. While you're working the family pub to help out your parents, years later, he finally comes back to visit, just to have you making his drink. Everything about him is different, aside from those pretty blue eyes and the sweet grin. You feel he's so accomplished now, and you're just a small town girl, but little do you know, you've never left his mind.

Warnings - Will be explicit and smutty (it's me!?) Nerdjo turned famous and cocky, but he's still just a Nerdjo deep down hehe- his chap, mentions of sex/getting turned on, Gojo being a cute little nerd, embarssment level a million, this was gonna be a oneshot but... no, don't think it'll happen, so three parts maybe, welcome to part one

Based on the 2005 Rom com Just Friends - part of my amazinggg moot @indiewritesxoxo's Friday night flicks! 🌙 -

Masterlist - Part Two

Part One

Eight years ago- Satoru Gojo - age eighteen

Satoru Gojo is wearing his finest polo, grinning at his reflection in the mirror, he finally got his braces off, wearing just this clear retainer, which his dentist had even made it Digimon, a little Lucemon embedded in that acrylic, he snaps it in and grins at himself now. He’s looking rather spiffy, if he does say so himself, talking to the mirror now.

“You can do it, just… tell her. Just tell her.” He’s grinning with newly straight teeth, putting on his glasses now so that he can see, spiking up silky white locks just a bit, Satoru singing to that mirror, his favorite song, the one that makes him think of you. “Yeah baby, hah- I know.” He is practicing winking at his reflection, trying to be cool, leaning this way and that.

The song continues, Satoru grabs his hairbrush, singing into the handle like a pro, as he pictures you, snowy lashes fluttering shut, a little grin on his face. He leans against the mirror now, picturing his hands barring you on either side, when he leans to the mirror and presses his lips on the cool glass.

“Oh… you want a kiss, hmm?” He’s whispering, he’s constantly been practicing his first kiss.

You’ll be his first kiss, he’s sure of it!

When his mom knocks on the door, right in the middle of this, he panics, swiping off his own spit from the mirror, shutting off his speaker and clearing his throat as he opens the door, his mom gushing now, hand on her chest. “Oh little Toru, you’re just so precious! Mwah!”

“Mom, stop!” She’s smacking kisses on his cheeks, over and over, relentless in her assault on his face. “I’m not a little kid mom, it’s graduation night!”

“Oh you’ll always be my baby.” He sighs, and she looks over at the pictures now, of Satoru and his best friend - future wife (you don’t know it yet) - decorated along his walls, mixing with various posters and pictures. “Aw, is tonight the night?”

Satoru blushes bright pink, looking back at the pictures, you’re both smiling, laughing, you’re kissing his cheek, hugging him. Shit, last time you kissed his cheek he avoided washing that exact spot, for so long, and once he had you luckily had bestowed another on him. You were his best friend, but…

He wanted more.

You were the most popular girl in the school, everyone just adored you, everyone knew who you were, but Satoru? He had a few friends, you, Nanami, Suguru, Shoko… that was it though, he was overwhelmingly annoying to just about everyone, constantly besting them all academically. He asked for extra credit to the groans of the room, he played Digimon to his heart's content.

He was…

Well, a nerd.

But you loved him how he was, there was a box just full of your little notes saying just that, you defended him against anyone who’d dare say a word, thus Satoru became somewhat popular by association. Moreso, they were terrified of the consequences of being mean to your ‘best friend furr-ever’ as you referred to him.

“You just be yourself, Satoru.” His mom says sweetly, pecking another kiss on his forehead.

He sighs then, frowning. Himself… isn’t who got the girls, no you’re in one break up after another, with football stars, with the popular boys, and Satoru holds you as you cry, as another one doesn’t respect you, doesn’t deserve you. Yet Satoru never, ever told you how he really felt.

He wants to be more.

*****

As Satoru Gojo weaves his way through the insane party later that night, Suguru and Shoko come up, smiling, handing him a red solo cup, he sips it and winces at the taste. “Where is she?” He asks, holding your yearbook you’ve asked him to sign, clutching it for dear life- because it has it all, the confession of his feelings.

“Saw her doing a keg stand over there.” Shoko says, Satoru looks over to see you flipped upside down, people cheering you on.

Suguru pats his friend’s shoulder. “You can do it man, don’t be scared, I’m sure she feels the same.”

“I’m gonna do it.” You are set back down on your feet, when you see him, jumping up and down and running to him, big grin on your face, he holds out an arm for you to cling to him.

“Satoru! You’re here!” You’re bouncing now, just making your tits bounce just so in that little bustier you’re wearing, pulling back and giggling like crazy, the alcohol having rushed to your head. “I’m so happy, ah if you missed it I’d have been so bummed! Come on!”

Satoru eyes his friends, who murmur a ‘good luck’ as you eagerly run up the stairs to your bedroom, the party is of course at your place because your parents are out of town. Satoru passes couples making out in the hallway, dancing all over, kissing on the stairs, as you open your door, glaring now.

“Ah - ah, out!” You shoo away two drunk friends kissing, sighing and shaking your head, leaving the door shut, as Satoru holds his breath. “Jesus, they’re all horned up, huh? My god!” You lay down now, plopping on your pretty white day bed, as Satoru sees just the color of panties you’re wearing, making him blush more, looking away from that pleated skirt.

“I… signed your yearbook.” He murmurs softly, you sit up now, a strap falling from your shoulder, and Satoru starts to feel…

Too much.

He’d been jerking it to you since he knew what that even was, but looking at you now, he had trouble holding back, so he started to blush and stammer, as you tilt your head curiously, legs swinging a bit while you study him. “What’s wrong? Do you need a little air, I can crack open the window!”

You hop up now, bending over to lift your heavy window, the breeze starts filtering in, billowing your pretty curtains, and Satoru has to ignore the reaction of his body, willing his cock to go down. He is shutting his eyes and thinking of anything else, when suddenly you’re cupping his face. He opens pretty blue eyes to look down at you, at the girl he’s been in love with since he was just a kid.

“You alright? Not your scene, is it?” Your voice is soft with understanding, Satoru sets the yearbook down now, his own hands brushing your arms, making you tremble just a bit. “You smell so good. You look so cute! Look at your teeth! Ah, you’re so handsome, yes you are!”

You’re pinching his cheeks, ending any thoughts of maybe kissing you, as you’re cooing over him. “Stop it.”

“Oh…” You pull back, sighing. “Is it too… it’s weird to be so close to you as we get older, isn’t it?” You frown now. “You’re going to freaking Ivy league, god you’re so smart. I’ll be at Community and…”

“What, no not that. I…” He brushes your hair back, or attempts to, only to accidentally poke at your eye.

“Ah, shit ow!”

“Shit, sorry…” He tries then to grip your chin, like he sees in the movies, making your lips purse just like a fish, and he stutters. “Oh my god I… shit I…”

“Satoru, what is wrong? You’re acting so weird.” You are rubbing at your eye now, as your other strap falls, and your tits nearly fall out, making him panic, turning away and covering his face. “What-”

The door opens now, as Sukuna waltzes in, grinning at you. “Sexy, look at those tits.”

“You’re so rude, Sukuna, ugh.” You cover them up quickly, and Sukuna laughs, throwing his head back, eyeing Satoru now.

“Aw, you two are so cute, why don’t you come dance, baby?” You roll your eyes, shoving him out of the room.

“Bye! I am not your baby.”

“I feel bad for you man…” Sukuna mumbles, roughing up Satoru now, hand ruffling up his hair, as Satoru shoves at him.

“Go on Sukuna.”

“Why little buddy!?” He says your name now, as Satoru sets the yearbook on the bed, and Sukuna plops on it, leaning on an elbow. “Wanna watch how to please a woman 101?”

“Sukuna fuck off please.” You’re yanking at the big lug of a man, who just pokes at your breast, grinning. “You’re such a child!”

“C’mere now.” He yanks you on top of him, right in front of Satoru, you heat up at memories of him, your experiences with him were not the reason you broke up, it was more so he was an ass. “I’m sorry I was such a dick, baby. Can’t orgive me? Shouldn’t the captain of the football team be with the head of the cheer squad?”

“No, they shouldn’t, and no pouting. I’m spending time with my friend.” You finally shove him off, springs creaking as his heavy weight leaves, and he snatches up his yearbook now.

“You won’t even sign mine?”

“No way. Out.” Sukuna pecks a kiss on your cheek, earning a smack and Satoru’s glare behind his tortoiseshell glasses.

“Shit, man.” Sukuna wraps an arm around Satoru’s narrow shoulders, huge in comparison, as Satoru grimaces. “Friend zone is a bitch.” You blink in confusion, shaking your head.

“Friend what now? Go on, we’re talking!” You shove him out of the room finally, sighing as you see Satoru clutching that year book, the music still vibrating through the room, quieter now. “What’s he mean?”

“How would I know? Sukuna’s not exactly a friend.” He rolls his eyes, and you giggle a bit.

“Yeah, he’s kind of a dick.”

“Just kind of? Why’d you date him.”

“Well… he’s also hot?” Satoru rolls his eyes again, as your cheeks heat up, covering your laughter with your hand. “Sorry, let me see this.”

You snatch up his burgundy and black yearbook, and Satoru’s heart races in his chest, eyeing your room nervously, when you sit on the bed with your legs crossed, flipping open the glossy pages now. Satoru hears laughter then, nearly breaking his heart, his eyes shut as his fingers brush along one of your stuffed animals, he was an idiot, right, no way you could feel the same.

“Satoru what’s this - had a badass time banging you in the ‘vette, baby!??! Is this a joke like…” He panics then, eyes wide open, snatching the yearbook from your hands, cursing now.

“Shit this is Sukuna’s… Oh no…”

“Oh, no big deal. Oh, Satoru, I haven’t given you that gift!” Satoru’s sweating now, he can’t handle anyone ever seeing what he wrote but you, surely Sukuna is too drunk to notice, right? “Here, do you love it!?”

It’s a bright pink shirt, you hold up two of them in different sizes, embossed pictures of the two of you sipping on milkshakes, with little cat bodies. “What the… what?”

“You’re the white cat, and look I gave him shades!” You’re bouncing up and down again, yanking the shirt over your head, revealing just your bra, making Satoru’s eyes nearly bug out as he sees your breasts damn near.

“Stop, shit…”

“I’m stuck!” You’re laughing, breathless, when he tugs the shirt down now, so close your breath catches. You bury your head against his chest, the soft silk of his polo against your skin. “You saved me!”

“Always.” His soft words have more meaning than you know, as you slip his shirt off now, blushing as you see his body, more defined and cut than you expected, he’d definitely gained some muscle this year it seemed.

“Damn, look at you, all cut huh? Hottest bestie ever!” Your words make him stutter, then you’ve slipped the matching shirt, he stares at it in the mirror with horror filled eyes. “Besties furr-ever! God you look so cute, Satoru, let's take a picture, we’ll show our moms!”

Satoru grimaces then, as the realization hits. “Oh god…”

Friend Zone.

He was stuck in the friend zone.

Furr ever.

Then he hears it, laughter down the halls, you rush after him when he runs out, and there Sukuna is at the top of the stairs overlooking the partygoers all around the house, reading it out loud. Sukuna and everyone sees Satoru then, in that bright pink shirt with dumb fucking kittens, pointing at him and laughing as you walk out, crossing your arms.

“Hey now! Stop it! Everyone can go, I swear!”

“Wait, wait, you should hear this. ‘When it’s me and you, it’s like our own little perfect world, just Satoru and-’ You listen as Sukuna reads off it in horror, as Satoru begins to shove at Sukuna, and he keeps holding it higher, laughing. “I love you so much, you’re so special to me, you-”

“Give it back!” Satoru shoves a drunk Sukuna out of the way finally, making the big man in his letterman’s jacket stumble, as you blink in confusion, words you never expected from him, hitting so hard.

It couldn’t be.

Satoru and you were so close all these years, and not once had you even had an inkling. “Satoru…”

“No.” He runs down the stairs, yanking off the kitten shirt, leaving him bare, as everyone sings the song lyrics he’d written in your yearbook, making kissy faces as you yell at them all. “Fuck this town.”

“Satoru!” Shoko and Suguru come out front with you, as he kicks on the pedal of his bike, and you’re rushing. “Stop, please.”

“No, I’m done, with everyone here. Fuck you all.” They’re still making obscene gestures, earning your scowl, as Sukuna and the other jocks just grow louder.

“Leave him alone! Satoru, don’t go, I’ll send them all home.” You’re touching his chest now, making him falter, embarrassment pouring in.

“No, you’re popular, right?” His words hurt suddenly, you pull back as if they wound you. “You’re always popular, and I’m not.”

“You’re my best friend, who cares what they think of you? I know you’re amazing.” Your eyes fill with tears now, but Satoru’s embarrassment has taken over, they’re all spread across your front yard making kissy faces, chanting ‘friend zone friend zone friend zone’ “God don’t listen. They’re stupid!”

“No, I’m stupid, I can’t wait to leave this town, and never come back.” You’re crying more now, shaking your head.

“Please, we can… go somewhere, like we used to. I want to know… is what you said in the yearbook…”

“No, it’s… it was a joke. Okay?” You sniffle now more, and Satoru hops back on his bike. “You’re all a joke! Gonna be burnouts, and watch me get… so famous!”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Sukuna earns Satoru’s flipping him off, shocking the crowd, the quiet nerd had never been this way. He takes one last look at you, brows together, lips trembling.

You’d never like him anyway.

“I’m gone, and not looking back.” He rides off, hearing you shouting his name, hearing the laughter, his couple friends also trying to get his attention. You blow up his cell phone all night, all week, fuck all summer, his facebook, shit you call his damn mother, but Satoru leaves.

He leaves and never looks back.

*****

Present day- Satoru Gojo- age twenty six

It’s a bustling party, spring break is here and what place is better than Hollywood, really? Satoru is the most famous up and coming model there is, and he may or may not also be a complete whore of a man. He’s in a three piece Givenchy suit, sipping a martini and winking at a sexy waitress, who blushes immediately, earning the glare of the girl he’s with.

“This is what I mean! You only care about sex!” Satoru snorts now, as the eyes of the party start peering curiously.

“Didn’t I have you cumming like ten times this morning?” He murmurs, tilting her chin up, she falters a bit, lips parting for a moment. “That’s what I thought, sweets, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”

He’s grinning brightly down at her, a beautiful model in her own right, but women were… easy, easy to get, fuck they flocked to him, and he just kept one major rule about them all. Never, ever, become their friend, he could not handle the heartbreak eight years ago, the girl who he never spoke to again, fuck you’d never recognize him now, would you?

“I do, of course but… I want something more serious.” Satoru pouts.

“That’s a shame, we were having so much fun, Michelle.”

“That’s not even my name, ugh! It’s Marie! How-”

She’s freaking out now, he must have got her confused with his other hook up, he just watches her with cold blue eyes, tapping an olive into his mouth and nodding, pretending to care. It’s just sex, but Satoru loves to fuck, he loves watching women cum for him, screaming his name, something the boy with pink kitten shirts, glasses and a retainer couldn’t dream of.

He wasn’t a skinny nerd now, he was buff, he was sought after, he bets now you’d fold for him too, but he never visited home again to find out either way. He flew his mom and friends out to Hollywood instead, the taste of the little town left in his mouth far, far too disgusting, but of course he wonders about you, but he’s never managed to find out, to ask.

Satoru shakes off the thoughts of you, realizing another girl has walked up, and she’s yelling now too. “What’s wrong with you? Who are you?” He asks curiously, making her mouth drop open, arms crossing under her breasts.

“You don’t even remember me!?” The blonde girl asks.

“Michelle?”

“No, I’m Britney! Who is Michelle!?” Satoru curses, he thinks he remembers fucking Britney in a bathroom stall, but he’s not sure.

“Um… I think I’m gonna go.” He pats their shoulders, grinning with those bright white teeth. “I have places to be, ladies.”

Satoru earns two smacks, wincing and touching his cheeks, as his friend snorts in laughter next to him. “You’re such an ass, Gojo.”

“Yeah, yeah. Shit…” His phone keeps ringing, and soon he sees it, his manager won’t stop calling. “What is it?”

“Satoru, you have connections back in New Hampshire, right?” Satoru frowns now, he never ever wants to think of his hometown again.

“Why?” He leans on the bar, as he gets another martini, winking at the bartender who can’t keep her eyes off him.

“An ideal slot for an impromptu show, and you’ll be the star! You can book a trip this week right?”

“No!”

“What do you mean no? It’s perfect, the hometown boy got famous, they’ll eat it up, money in our pockets.” Satoru’s panicking now, visions swirling in his mind, of leaving you that night.

Should he have stayed?

No way, he’ll never be in that ‘friend zone’ again, looking like an idiot. Let him go back, show them all what he’s become. “You know what… fuck it, I can.”

“That’s my Star. Alright, booking tickets!” Satoru hangs up the phone, thinking of you suddenly… surely you were long gone.

Just how were you?

Why did he care?

That life was long, long gone. He eyes the pretty bartender now, tapping his martini glass, blue eyes dipping low. “Guess I’m visiting my hometown.”

“Oh yeah, where from?” She asks softly, and he smirks, as she shakes the martini up.

“Small town, middle of nowhere. You watched me get slapped and did nothing, by the way!” She giggles.

“You look like you deserved it.” Satoru sighs, giving her the cutest pout, as she leans over, but instead of even being attracted, you’re swirling all through his damn mind, one phone call and…

He couldn’t get the memory of you to leave.

Did you look the same, were you married with kids like you always wanted, or did you have a career, did you ever end up teaching? That was your dreams, small dreams to him, but to you they had been everything. He keeps hoping the money, fame and women will fill this gaping hole you left, and he supposes he can pretend that it did, but it’s gnawing it’s way open in his chest.

He sighs, as the music fades, and his ears rush with blood, remembering you that night, so vivid it’s like you’re there, and he has to blink, to focus on the bustling, expensive party surrounding him. He contemplates it then, what would Nerd Gojo think of himself now?

“Maybe I did.” He mumbles, when he’s back home, preparing for the trip, packing his finest outfits in a Gucci suitcase, he stumbles upon that one picture of you and him that he kept then, touching it gently, withered a bit with age, with time.

He whispers your name, before shoving it deep in the suitcase and closing it, laying back on his bed.

The ‘nerd’ Gojo they knew was gone.

He was a fucking model now, he fucked models for fun, he was filthy fucking rich, and he’d show them all, right?

But… what about you, the girl who always treated him so sweet, the one he has to swallow down emotions thinking of the memory.

What about you?

Next part- Satoru comes home!! And you just so happen to be there, what will you think of the changes Satoru has made? Gonna be a lil emotional, mostly fun and sweet!!! Satoru gonna be an ass but it's okay he'll learn lol.

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[satoblue]

Imagine wearing short silk Lacey slip dresses with no panties for nerdy gojo and sitting on his lap when he comes home and kissing him and caressing his face and our hand underneath his undercut and him playing with our pussys 🥹🥹🥹

thing is, satoru likes to act like he’s above sex and doesn’t need it but surprise surprise he’s addicted to masturbating (who could’ve guessed? the chronically online nerdy loser who can’t get any girls has to resort to using his hand multiple times a day 🙂‍↔️)

he’s seen the girls in porn and he wants to rut into one so bad. nerdjo talks all the shit he wants, degrading statements towards women, but when it comes time to actually speak to one he physically can’t. his palms get all sweaty and he’s stumbling over his words, their scent is so hypnotic and he gets so so dumb in the head, his cock thinking for him that he has to excuse himself every time (basically all bark no bite and yes he owns a pocket pussy 🙃)

when he finally gets his hands on a female, best believe he’s messing up. when nerdtoru sees you approach him in that little dress and rub yourself all over him (he doesn’t know where to place his hands so you move them to your tits for him) he’s already coming prematurely

he feels like he can’t breathe when you touch him, especially so intimately and sensually, his pupils are blown out and his breathing is heavy and he feels so dizzy and when you run your hands through his undercut he may or may not have creamed his pants again…. foreplay is clumsy enough as is, and he can’t seem to find your clit (even though he knows absolutely everything there is to know about the female body, somehow all that knowledge slips from his head and he’s struggling to finger you to orgasm)

the poor guy is doing everything wrong, constantly apologizing to you and berating himself in the head, struggling to rip open a condom (it’s his first time even using one) and having an even tougher time slipping it on that you need to help him yourself to his embarrassment, needing help to slip inside you cause you were just so wet and messy and his glasses fog up with so much sweat and heat that he can’t see or think straight

and why did he agree to this? when you asked him to come over to your dorm, batting your lashes so pretty, your mouth moving as you speak on how you’re struggling with the course work and need some help — he was already nodding his head yes

needless to say, the first time isn’t the greatest, but that doesn’t mean he can’t learn. afterall, he’s very smart : )

[yujisdreamgirl]

the first time nerd satoru realised he’s in love with you was not when you first met or during homecoming, no.

it was when you tried on his glasses.

you were both in the library studying for your upcoming tests, with him helping you understand the seemingly “complex” math equations. (you honestly just wanted to spend time with the him)

you stole his phone and took photos, handing him his glasses back and forcing him to look at the beautiful 0.5 photos.

“how do i look?” satoru just stares at the photos in awe at how cute you looked with his glasses, the high prescription glasses making your eyes look bigger than usual.

“you uh.. look silly,” he hopes that you can’t hear his heart beating out of his chest right now. the way sweat dripped down his forehead, palms equally sweaty as he tries adjusting his collar. he doesn’t get it, why is he so worked up over you wearing his glasses? and why do you have to be so cute?!

but of course, his burning red appearance doesn’t go unnoticed by you. he excuses himself to the bathroom (he’s gonna drench himself in cold water to get rid of this pathetic appearance), and you take the opportunity to set your photo as his wallpaper.

once you bid your goodbyes, satoru turns on his phone to check if he’s missed any messages during the tutoring session. his heart skips a few beats as he sees the photo of you wearing his glasses set as both his lock and homescreen. he fell to his knees, shota kazehaya style, buried his face into his arms and felt even warmer than earlier.

fuck, he’s fallen in love with you.

[gojoest]

giving nerdtoru (nerdjo) his very first blowjob during a study session in the university library……

[nerdiel-has-no-braincells]

@gojoest HE’S HERE

nerdjo

[gojoest]

https://x.com/HOWDYBlTCH/status/1885502497298813359

nerdjo? or just gojo in general 🙈

link

SATORU IN GENERAL i think nerdtoru would be too dumbfounded to even reply LOL

[strychnynegirl]

This was so sweet and so sad. Another amazing chapter. I'm going to go cry now and stress-bake. Also, I'm so feral for a masturbating Satoru. I can't decide if I'm horny or sad. I have whiplash @madamechrissy 🥰😘💕

Just Friends!?

-Art in the banner from nek0zuu_ on X-

Pairings- Former Nerd! Gojo and popular F! reader

Summary - Satoru Gojo was the biggest nerd EVER in high school with you, next door neighbors, study buddies, you were the best friends in the world. Never having the courage to ask you -the 'popular girl' out- you never knew he felt for you. He ended up leaving town, moving to the big city of LA- getting famous with a modeling career, and lost touch with everyone from his old life. While you're working the family pub to help out your parents, years later, he finally comes back to visit, just to have you making his drink. Everything about him is different, aside from those pretty blue eyes and the sweet grin. You feel he's so accomplished now, and you're just a small town girl, but little do you know, you've never left his mind.

Warnings - Nerdjo turned famous and cocky, but he's still just a Nerdjo deep down hehe- this chap - lots of long distance woes, tonsss of emotions, light angst, love confessions, mentions of oral (m receiving) phone sex, masturbation

Based HEAVILY on the 2005 Rom com Just Friends - part of my amazingg moot @indiewritesxoxo's Friday night flicks! 🌙 Comments/rbs appreciated <3

<<<Part Six - Masterlist - Playlist- Part Eight>>> (soon)

Part Seven

“Shit, don’t wanna let you go,” Satoru murmurs softly as you hug him, he’s about to board a private plane with Samantha to head back home. She surprisingly didn’t give you much shit other than asking if you really wanted to be with Satoru, and trying to kiss you.

Samantha was odd but not as bad as you worried.

Despite whatever past the two shared, they seemed genuinely uninterested in each other, and judging by her purring at you!? She seems to think you’re pretty attractive apparently. You just shook your head at the encounter as she climbed up, and he’s holding you close, you inhale his scent, worried you’re never gonna fucking have it again.

“Baby,” he murmurs, feeling your tears against his chest as he holds you tight, the air still chilled, his breath coming out in a puff of fog as he bends low, tightening his hold. He feels you trembling as you try to hold it in, remembering last night with you in his arms. “I’m not going forever.”

You can’t answer or respond, so upset, he feels the emotions choke him up, stuck in his throat, sighing and stroking your back slowly under your jacket. Just this morning he’d been gasping out as you sucked him, in the quiet of the morning back in his room, he thought for a moment he must be dreaming. How in the world did he wake up to you and get that?

You’d been a little nervous, giggling and blushing as he had been, stroking your hair gently back to hold it for you, messy from your sleep. You’d almost had him about to bust from a few sucks and laps of your tongue, your hand stroking him up and down slowly, but he’d had to be inside you again.

‘C’mere baby,’ he’d whispered, tugging you on his lap and gliding your slick cunt across his cock, slicker and slicker as you kissed him, and he tasted his precum off your lips. “Wanna cum inside you again, fuck…’

You’d whined out, brows drawn together as your hips moved, lifting them up for his tip to press in, slowly stretching your already sore little pussy out, the amount of rounds you two have gone in a couple days is more than you’ve had in years. He’d been so easy with you, moaning softly, blue eyes studying you as he felt your cunt grip him so good.

‘God you’re so beautiful,’ his words made you emotional, tears falling even as he sunk deeper inside your eager cunt, gasping. ‘You are.’

‘I love you,’ you tensed as the words spilled, but Satoru just kissed you deeply, moaning into your lips and pulling you down his length. ‘Satoru!’

“I love you too,” he whispers in your ear, you look up at him now, eyes wide and glittering with tears, he strokes your cheek and looks down at you, lashes casting shadows on his high cheekbones in the dawn. “I didn’t say it this morning, I was so in shock you said that…”

“You love me too?” He nods, smiling sadly, feeling his own tears begin to burn the back of his eyes.

“I’ve loved you since I met you,” you shake your head but he nods, leaning low and stroking your cool cheeks, flushed from the weather. “I have.”

“Satoru,” you kiss him now, as the whirl of the plane radiates, and he desperately falls into it, clinging you so tightly. “I never stopped loving you.”

“Neither did I,” he breaks apart with a sigh, kissing you over and over. “Just come with me.”

“I can’t.”

“You can, your dad is okay, you can teach-”

“Satoru, I can’t just… leave everything on a whim. I need to plan things and also… what if you find I don’t fit in your life?” He frowns at your words now.

“What?”

“You had a whole famous career, what if I don’t fit your image - mnh!” Satoru cuts you off with another kiss, and you feel your pulse race, blood rushing in your ears as he tugs you closer, you feel the heat of his body radiating over your layers.

“Bullshit.” Is his very simple response, you sigh and tilt your head, as the pilots come out and remind Satoru he needs to go. He looks highly irritated before looking back at you. “Then fly out and visit me as soon as you can.”

“You want that?”

“Do I want that?” He tugs you closer, hand firm on the small of your back. “I want it more than anything. I’ll prove to you I’m not just disappearing, okay?” You nod, sniffling now as you look up at him.

You just got him back in your life, and now you’re saying goodbye.

The pain almost leaves you breathless, you want to cling to him so badly, you want to jump on that plane. Everything is trying to pull you two apart, but all you want is to stay with him, forever. 

Terrified though, god could you trust him? You want to, you need to, but the doubt is ever there, gnawing at your mind even as you try so hard to shove it all back. To focus on this moment, this beautiful moment you never imagined.

Two childhood best friends turned to strangers.

And now?

“Maybe I can postpone it? Maybe I can-”

“Toru it's your career, don't sacrifice it for me,” you take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles, he tugs you closer, pressing kisses on your brow. “I'd feel horrible if you did.”

“You're worth anything, maybe I can work on relocating eventually? Baby we can figure something out. So many people in this industry do it.” He's smiling so bright, so reassuring, you want to believe it, that it can be true.

“We will figure it out together.” He sighs at your words, kissing you as he's getting called away, never wanting you to leave his arms. A girl who didn't exist in his sphere for eight years, now fit so perfectly in his embrace.

“Call me as soon as you land, please. Let me know you're safe.” You whisper, sniffling as you speak softly. Satoru nods, blinking back his own emotions.

“I will. I… love you. I love you.” He's testing those words, wines he practiced in front of his mirror growing up, seeing your flushed cheeks, your tremulous smile.

“I love you, Satoru.” His heart pounds in his ears as you kiss him again, on your tip toes, arms around him. He can't drag himself away, big hands taking over your body as they run down it.

“I can't go…”

“I will wait for you,” he sighs, snowy lashes fluttering, breaths mixing as he cups your face. “I want to be yours.”

“You are mine.” He kisses slowly, as he knows he has to let you go. Stepping back, your joined hands fall apart, you put on a bright smile but the tears are covering your cheeks, glimmering in the sunlight. He can't leave you in tears again.

“I'll be all right, just don't forget me.”

He walks back in long strides, kissing you deeply again, swirling blue eyes gazing down at you. “I never did.”

The words follow you.

I never did.

I never forgot you.

You are a mess when you’re back home, the image of him climbing on that plane too fucking much, your mom has to hold you as you cry in her arms, trying to reassure you that it will all be okay. You nuzzle against her neck, just like you did as a kid, as she holds you tight. Your heart can hardly take Satoru’s absence, not after the words of love were finally confessed.

“Honey, he said that he loves you?” You nod, as your mother rubs her hand up and down your back, sighing. “He always loved you I think.”

“I think so too, mom.” She smiles down at you, brushing your hair back.

“And you always loved him.” You nod, bursting back into tears, your dad walks by and glares.

“Did he hurt you!? I’ll fly out there and-”

“Oh stop, old man.” Your dad crosses his arms, and you giggle then. “He didn’t hurt me, he went home. You’re so protective.”

“Of course I am, you’re still our little girl, even if you’re all grown now.” He comes over and pats your head, frowning. “Are you two…”

“Together.” You answer, nodding. He sighs, sitting next to the two of you, as your mom smiles at him.

“They’re in love.”

“In love, hmm? He better act right then.”

“Uh huh, you’re so scary pops.” You playfully swat at him, and he just holds your hand and smiles.

“I mean it. Is he… are you two going to date long distance?”

“We’re going to try… I think I need a nap. Ugh, I’m drained.” The nod understandingly, you can’t be more thankful to be here in that moment.

You look at your phone, Satoru should land in a few hours, and you will hopefully feel better when you know he’s alright, the sight of his tears as he left had done you in even further. You now know the love was always there, that the note in your year book was still how he felt.

You lay in the bed he’d had you in the other day, the one he’d gripped your hands in, kissing you so deeply. Holding you in his arms, you can still smell him on your blankets, sighing and shutting your eyes. You picture him back home and wonder if you’ll ever fit into his beautiful life, before drifting off, letting the exhaustion of the past few days hit.

*****

“Gojo we have a meeting.”

“Satoru! We have a shoot tomorrow, we need your input.”

“Satoru, this is the girl you’ll be doing the shoot with.”

“Lets have drinks Gojo!”

“My name is not Michelle!”

Satoru is fucking bombarded with people when he’s landed in Hollywood, never ending calls and texts, his manager picks him up and drags him to some fucking press junkett. His eyes hurt from crying, from the flight, from the brightness of the lights flashing in his face. He has to walk a carpet tomorrow, it's a huge fashion show after that, he needs to prepare.

Get his walk together, get a face treatment done, get his stylist over. It’s never ending, why did it not bother him before? The constant hustle, the city that’s awake so late, and he knows in your time zone it’s gotta be midnight already. When he finally gets a quiet moment, walking into his penthouse tiredly, he pulls out his phone to see the few texts you sent.

They’re not pushy, they’re caring, loving, sweet.

He immediately calls, and it rings for far too long, making his chest ache while he slips off his shoes by the door, when finally you pick up. “Toru?”

He exhales in relief at your voice, sinking down to sit on the carpet, leaning his back against the door. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”

“I was worried,” you yawn, he hears how sleepy you are then. “It’s so late, you okay?”

“It’s not that late here, I tried so hard to get a fucking moment. They were relentless when I got back.” He loosens his tie, sighing as he hears another cute yawn, picturing your face with a smile. “I miss you already.”

“I miss you s’much, Toru.” Your words are slurred by exhaustion, he panics as he realizes you’re falling asleep, is this all he would get some days from you? A couple fucking moments?

How would that ever be enough?

“Are you sleeping on me?” He manages to maintain a light tone, feeling a world the fuck away from you then.

“M’sorry, I have work in the morning. I wanna stay up but…”

“No, baby it’s okay.”

“It’s not,” you blink away sleep, sighing and turning now, pressing your video on your phone. “Lemme see you, please.”

“Of course,” he turns it on, sees the dark silhouette of your pretty face in the night, caressing the phone screen gently as you smile. “Hi beautiful.”

“Hi Toru. You look tired too.”

“I am,” he shuts his eyes for a second, before looking back down at the phone, and seeing your eyes glittering. “I want to fucking hold you, shit. That’s… it’s so…”

“Sweet, it’s sweet. And so do I,” you barely hold back your tired tears, Satoru aches to swipe them away. “Tomorrow, I get out at two, it’s like eleven your time? You can call me any time after. And text me any time I promise I’ll get back as soon as I can.”

“Of course I will, I need to get a few things settled this week, then let’s see about getting you for a visit, hmm?” You smile and nod, so lonely then, when you’ve been alone for so long. But missing his arms wrapped around you, like you were always supposed to fit there.

“We will. Toru, can you just… keep the phone on while I fall asleep? Even if you’re just getting ready for bed?” You soft whisper breaks his heart, he stands up then, setting you on the counter, taking off his jacket.

“I can do that every single night till you’re here,” you exhale in relief, setting the phone down as the two of you turn off the video, hearing his soft breathing, the rustling of clothes. “I won’t sing you lullabies.”

“Meanie,” he laughs at your sleepy declaration.

“I’m not a good singer.”

“Bet you are, remember you played guitar?” You yawn again, he smiles at that memory, taking off his shirt, now in the bathroom, carrying you around and listening to your soft, slow breathing like a lifeline.

“You remember that phase? I only played one song.” You yawn again, while he splashes a little water on his face, looking in the mirror at how tired he is.

“You played it s’good, wanna hear it again.” He smiles at your sweet words, soon he’s in bed, laying on his side and looking out at the view, he’s several stories high, and you can see the whole city where he is. He wonders if you’ll enjoy that, as he tugs a body pillow close, resting his head against it.

“I will buy another guitar for you, learn it again.” you’re already lightly snoring then, he can’t help but smile, heart tugging with affection at the sound. “I love you, sweetheart, good night.”

He hangs up the phone, missing you so terribly, and it hasn’t even been one fucking day.

*****

Life was back to ‘normal’ for you, the kids in your class  are insane but you love them, they’re all calling your name over and over for something new, as you teach them how to write their names, as you read them stories. You were originally an elementary school teacher, but there weren’t many opportunities here, and you ended up with very young kids.

It’s been a week since you saw Satoru in person, but every night he calls, and every day you all text several times. You fall asleep to him, even if he’s at an event he’ll go to a quiet area, talking to you in that soothing tone of his, so that you can rest, while the longing eats you alive. The need for him grows, as you feel like there’s just a missing part of yourself now.

You eye a red carpet with Satoru in it on the screen, and see a model on his arm for photos as he walks up, taking pictures and smiling cooly. It’s not the smile you know, his hand isn’t on her, nor is it on the model that gets on his other arm. He keeps them at his sides, as the cameras flash, cooing about his recent shot at a role in a movie, yes now Satoru wasn’t just a model, he was acting.

You’re so happy and proud, but it feels more and more deep, the chasm that separates the two of you, so wide it’s as if you don’t know how you’ll make the jump. You set aside any worries or hurt feelings, brightly going about your day, coming to help at the bar for a few hours as is your routine.

Your parents are doing better, dad’s recovered so well, but they truly still need your help, they’d just gotten medical expenses paid off, and you know even if it’s a little, they need the extra for the upkeep of the place. You can tell they don’t want you to feel obligated, but you don’t mind helping them, it keeps you busy, it keeps you distracted from it all.

Even now, it’s evening, your shift at the bar, and you hear the sound of Satoru’s voice on the tv. You try to ignore it, when they’re asking him about his personal life, as Sukuna walks into the bar, and you hear the words, the answer. You look up at the tv to see him awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Gojo?”

“Um… I… well…”

You look up at the television, surely you were that, right? How can you be in love, and not… unless he’s embarrassed. Unless he’s embarrassed he’s with a girl in a pair of jeans working the bar right now. You struggle not to think that way, as people are asking for drinks, and you focus on that instead, you see Suguru and Shoko come in and eye the screen too.

“Do you have anyone serious? Are you single?” The reporters are honing in, you don’t even look at the screen now.

What’s it matter, if he wanted to keep it secret, maybe he wants some things private? It doesn’t need to be a bad thing, you tell yourself that in your head over and over as you hear an awkward chuckle. Your eyes keep flitting up before going back down to the drink you’re overpouring. You curse softly, cleaning it up with a napkin and a shaky hand.

“I’d rather not get into my personal life.”

“Are you with Samantha-”

“No, and I don’t want to go on about it. Next question.”

Your heart sinks then, he didn’t say he was single, but would it have maybe hurt to admit he was talking to someone- anyone?

“Shit, you okay?” Shoko’s up at the bar now, frowning as she watches you plaster on a bright smile, nodding. “You sure?”

“I’m great, um… how are you two? The usual?” You tease, and they nod, eyeing the screen again.

“He seems a little less pretentious.” Suguru mumbles, you nod then. “You two spent a lot of time together?”

“We did, um, a lot of time,” your blush tells on yourself, they eye each other.

“He always loved you,” Suguru says then, the words hitting home as his warm smile makes you relax just a bit. “He really did, he was gonna tell you the night he disappeared on us.”

“I know, I love him too.” They pause, looking at you. “Loved? Love. Both.”

“Shit, yeah?” You are nodding as Shoko takes one of your hands. “Maybe he just wants to keep you safe?”

“You think?”

“It’s true, Hollywood eats people up,” Suguru agrees, the two of them easing your tension a bit as they head over to play pool together, his hand on her lower back as they share a kiss, making you long even more for Satoru.

“Hey brat,” you glare at Sukuna’s words as he chuckles, hands in his pockets. “I came to say goodbye.”

“Oh, you’re headed back?” He nods then, and you come around the bar, embracing the tall lug of a man you had such a past with. “You came to say goodbye to me, really?”

“Yeah, why not. It was nice catching up.” He wraps you in a warm hug, you sigh, nodding in agreement. “Tell your dad I’m gonna go harder on him next time.”

“Oh he’ll be ready,” you giggle as the two of you pull back, and your eyes go up to where Satoru’s leaving, before looking down, clearing your throat. “Sukuna…”

“Yeah?”

“Would you keep a relationship secret, because of fame?” He blinks a bit then, shaking his head. “To keep your privacy?”

“So… no. But not for any good reason,” he pulls back a bit, brushing your hair behind your shoulder with a serious glint to his ruby eyes. “I’d do it because I wouldn’t want any man ever thinking he has a chance with my girl. I’d never allow a fucker to think he had a shot, hell no. Ring on the finger, baby in her tummy.”

“Sukuna, you’re so archaic!” He shrugs, grinning then and raising his brows.

“What, everyone would need to know she’s my woman, so no. Plus, who I’m with would know that’s my life.” He shrugs a broad shoulder as you roll your eyes.

“You’re old school huh?”

“Tch, I guess so.” He runs a hand through those pink locks, eyeing the screen right with you. “The kid’s in love with you if you’re worried, even if he’s a little shit.”

“Thank you Sukuna,” you smile and press a kiss on his cheek, earning it blushing in the dim lights of the bar. “That’s actually sweet of you.”

“Yeah, yeah, psh.”

“You’ve become a really good dude, y’know that?”

“Of course I know I’m amazing. Calm down.” He ruffles your hair then, before frowning a bit. “If you want to be claimed as his girl, say something. Maybe his dumb model brain doesn’t know.”

“Oh you know he’s smart…”

“Maybe book smart, that doesn’t mean shit in the real world. Just say something, so you don’t…” he trails off then. “have regrets and shit.”

“Yeah, no, that's really good advice.” You take his hand, feeling the past finally subside, Sukuna was your first in so many ways, your first ‘love’ and first heartbreak, the first guy you were with. “I always wondered about you, if you were good.”

“Shit, me? Why?”

“Just wondered. And you are.” He takes your hand in his, nodding then, looking down at your lips for a moment, before they go back to your eyes.

“I am good.” He presses a kiss to your head, soft and affectionate, sighing then. “If he fucks up-”

“Sukuna!”

“Well just saying.” You shove him now, of course he doesn’t move, just chuckling a bit. “I had to throw it out there one more time.”

“Yeah, yeah. Be safe headed back home, okay?”

“Yeah.” That’s all he says as he leaves, and the tv changes to something else, your phone ringing then.

Satoru.

You almost ignore it, but you know you need to hear him out, taking a breath as you put the phone up to your ear, heading out into the cool night so you can get away from some of the noise. “Just saw you on tv.”

He pauses then, cursing internally. “I wanted to say we’re together, but I don’t know if you’re ready for it, for this. I’m so sorry -”

“Toru, it’s okay.” You shake your head, leaning against the brick wall. “I get it, maybe you don’t want anyone to know about me.”

“No! No, not at all. It’s just, fuck Hollywood is brutal, they’re invasive, I just wanted to make sure you want this, have you visit first, get to know this world, before you decide. What if you hate it all?”

“I’ll still love you,” your words make his heart shatter, as he stands outside the press junket, hating the hurt in your tone. “I’ll love you no matter what your life is like, okay? Are you worried about that?”

“Yes,” he admits softly. “You’re a fucking angel, Hollywood is full of snakes, people with shit intentions. I don’t want any of them to ever hurt you.”

“Then you’ll protect me,” he nods though you can’t see, leaning against a brick wall of his own in the much warmer air, dry and hot in his lungs as he inhales. “I am not mad at you, I was just upset.”

“That’s all I do, upset you.”

“Toru…”

“It is, why do you even talk to me?”

“Because I fucking love you, okay?” Your voice breaks then. “I miss you. I miss you so bad.”

“Me too, fuck me too.” He swipes a hand across his face, shaking his head then. “I should have said I’m with someone.”

“If you’re not ready-”

“I am, I am just thinking of you, of what you would want. You want a more simple life and… how do I make that work, make it happen? It’s all so…”

“New, it’s new. And you shouldn’t think about all that right now, just… let’s take this day by day, okay?”

“Yes, day by day. And I ruined your day.”

“You did not. The toddlers puking on me didn’t even ruin it, or the old geezer who grabbed my ass as I gave him his drink.”

“Did what now!?”

You’re laughing, but he’s fuming. “It’s fine, I just was a little hurt and in my head about it all.”

“I don’t want that. I froze and didn’t know what to say. I promise, I’ll let them know at least I’m taken, I’ve let every girl know already, that’s probably why the rumors have started.” You hate how good it makes you feel. “You’re it for me.”

“Toru, you’re it for me too. I need you.” He shuts his eyes, picturing you again, tuning out all the sounds.

“I need you more. I’ll call you when I’m home?”

“I’ll be up tonight, no work tomorrow.”

It’s a bit late when he makes it in, he hears your sleepy voice, cursing himself that he’s going to barely talk to you again. He is so worried he made a mistake earlier, he never wants you to feel not enough - but he really did panic then. He had no clue if once you came out you’d want this life, to be with him in his world, he worried so deeply about it constantly.

But you clearly wanted that validation.

He can hear it as you answer, as the two of you talk, the girl that was so confident back when you were young is apprehensive, nervous. You don’t realize you’re his everything, that you’re all he sees, and he knows he has to work harder to show it - but he’s so exhausted, and he misses you.

“Can I see your pretty body, please baby?” He murmurs softly into the phone, husky and seductive to your ears. You gasp a bit, he hears a rustle of your blankets as you turn on the video. “Fuck, look at you.”

“I look tired.” You sigh as you slip your top down, strap by strap, listening to his breath catch, his soft moan.

“Beautiful,” he already feels himself hard for you, as he touches his aching cock, moaning softly. “Fuck…”

“Are you um…” You blush as he nods, the thrill and need mixing together. “Touching yourself for me?”

“Only you, baby, fuck,” he’s whining as you slip down your top, letting your pretty tits bounce for his vision. “Torture not to be able to touch them, god.”

“You want to touch them, Toru? Want to kiss them?” You’re asking so sweetly, as if you don’t know what you’re doing, when he starts stroking his length, gasping out at how good it feels.

“Wanna suck on those nipples, wanna have that pretty pussy on my tongue,” it’s your turn to whine out, shifting, your thighs pressing together. “Pinch them for me, let me see you.”

You do just that, gently tugging at your nipples, each one gently, while his cock leaks precum out of his pretty pink tip, but you see his face the whole time instead, the fluttering of his white lashes, the tint of his cheeks. “Toru, god you’re so sexy I… I’m s-so wet…”

“Fuck,” he’s whimpering as he pinches his tip, eyeing you then through the phone. “Touch her for me, hmm?”

“Yes,” you listen with no hesitation, reaching down your tummy to find your soaking wet cunt then, moaning as you feel your clit twitch under your touch. “Ah! Want you here please.”

“Where, baby? Want me drinking you - ah - all up?” His words are broken, as he huffs, working his cock and looking at your face as your eyes roll back.

“Y-yes,” you’re getting so tense, your tummy feeling the pressure, remembering the shape of him inside you.

“God look at your pretty face.”

“Toru!” You’re trying to keep it down, but he hears it, the squelching of your cunt even over the video chat, earning his deeper groan.

“Roll it in circles, for me? Let me hear it, so slutty and needy, isn’t she?” you manage to nod, tits pressing together for his view while you work your clit under your pajama shorts, and Satoru strokes his length, listening to it, watching your pretty expressions. “That’s it, you picture me there.”

“Y-yes, wanna pull your hair, ngh!” He exhales at your words, while you picture just that, his tongue on your clit, while you’re pushed higher and higher by your own little circles. “Want you in me.”

“I wanna be inside you, deep,” he’s biting his plump lower lip, your eyes meet, both dilated with need, brows knitted as you two work yourselves. “Wanna break you in fucking half, fuck you till you can’t walk.”

“Toru!” You gasp at that, the visions filthy, vision blurring as your slick cunt gets even wetter, making your fingers slip.

“Wanna mark you everywhere, so everyone knows you belong to me, I wanna tell everyone, shit I’m s-”

“Don’t apologize mid- mnh- masturbation!” You scowl and he pouts. “I’m close, lemme cum please.”

“Cum for me, god let me see you, hear you,” he’s desperate and needy then, watching you fall apart for him, biting back your moans he can’t wait to hear fully ring in his fucking ear again. Your cunt throbs around nothing, as you whine in need, looking at him. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

“Cum for me,” you whisper, and he’s already so close, nodding as he jerks his cock for you, spitting down and wishing it was your wetness.

“Suck your fingers,” his soft order has you flustered. “Suck your cunt off them, please baby.”

“Y-yes,” you do just that, sucking your sweetness off your fingers now, slick from how much you came, and he groans, his eyes locked on your face. “Mmm.”

“Fuck me,” Satoru cums so much, white ropes that should be inside you instead, barely managing to compose himself as he moans so fucking loud, feeling the release so pent up. “God I came so much, wanna see?”

“Yes, oh! You did!” He’s laughing breathlessly as he turns back the camera.

“Lemme clean up, one sec.”

“Same.” You two laugh a bit over the phone, soon back in bed, laying on your sides and hugging pillows, looking at each other. “I may have needed that.”

“I need more, so much more.” He pouts so pretty now, looking at you with those eyes of his. “I need you here. When do you have a break?”

“I have four days coming, I could take an extra?”

“When!?” He’s so happy you smile at it.

“Next weekend, we’re off for holiday.”

“Fuck I’ll see what I can clear up, will you come to me please?” He pouts all cute and bats his white lashes, making you giggle again.

“Of course I’ll come to you.”

“And for me?”

“I just did,” he groans his frustration into the pillow, as you shift a bit on your own. “I know, I need you too.”

“It’s killing me. And I upset you today.”

“I’m okay, I didn’t tell you that I wanted you to make it public. Maybe waiting for me to come visit is a good thing?”

“Yeah, I can show you off. If you want!?”

You laugh again, softer this time, mixing with a yawn. “You’ll have to buy me something cute, nothing I own will work there.”

“I’ll get you a whole wardrobe baby.”

“Not all that!”

“Anything. Like, a tiger even,” your giggles melt him, as he falls even deeper for you. “I’m serious!”

“Whatever, you’re too much. I don’t want a tiger. Just a couple cute outfits, don’t have me looking shabby.”

“You could never look anything but perfect.” His words are so sincere and beautiful, your heart flutters then, the Satoru you knew, and the Satoru you know, shifting ever closer to becoming one again.

That’s the sincere, sweet boy you fell for, and the man now.

“Don’t cry, please. I can’t handle it.”

“It’s happy tears, promise.” He sighs in relief, caressing the phone gently. “Fall asleep with me?”

He nods, it’s now your routine, but as you’re dozing off, Satoru’s booking tickets, he cannot stand one more moment without you in his fucking arms. He just has to hope his lifestyle won’t scare you off, that he can find as much time as he can to show you all the beautiful things he wants to.

“Love you, Toru.” You murmur, as he sets the phone down, and hears your light little snore.

“Love you, see you soon.”

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[nayy-a]

when will yall understand that when I say that I need a nerd! satoru in my life, I MEAN IT!!!

the first time nerd satoru realised he’s in love with you was not when your first met or during homecoming, no.

it was when you tried on his glasses.

you were both in the library studying for your upcoming tests, with him helping you understand the seemingly “complex” math equations. (you honestly just wanted to spend time with the him)

you stole his phone and took photos, handing him his glasses back and forcing him to look at the beautiful 0.5 photos.

“how do i look?” satoru just stares at the photos in awe at how cute you looked with his glasses, the high prescription glasses making your eyes look bigger than usual.

“you uh.. look silly,” he hopes that you can’t hear his heart beating out of his chest right now. the way sweat dripped down his forehead, palms equally sweaty as he tries adjusting his collar. he doesn’t get it, why is he so worked up over you wearing his glasses? and why do you have to be so cute?!

but of course, his burning red appearance doesn’t go unnoticed by you. he excuses himself to the bathroom (he’s gonna drench himself in cold water to get rid of this pathetic appearance), and you take the opportunity to set your photo as his wallpaper.

once you bid your goodbyes, satoru turns on his phone to check if he’s missed any messages during the tutoring session. his heart skips a few beats as he sees the photo of you wearing his glasses set as both his lock and homescreen. he fell to his knees, shota kazehaya style, buried his face into his arms and felt even warmer than earlier.

fuck, he’s fallen in love with you.