#nerdysatoru

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Nerdy CEO Gojo & Reader

One Shot… unless you guys want me to write more 💕

Warnings: Suggestive situations; Language; Small NSFW scene: Oral

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You are here again; in Suguru’s bed even when you promised yourself and others you wouldn’t be. He had texted you that he had a rough day and you wanted to ease it like always. Practically running to him addicted to the pain and pleasure when he takes his stress out on you.

You felt a sick sense of accomplishment everytime; Suguru is a calm and collected man. Yet you were often the one seeing him break down. Tense jaw and soft curses spilling from his lips. Furrowed brow and bruising grasp. It was a twisted relationship.

He lays beside you now; breathing steady and in a deep sleep. Passed out without a care. Yet you were wide awake, your mind refusing to shut off, and the adrenaline has worn off. Your body aching in protest as you shift to sit up. You cringe at the bite marks littering your skin.

You struggle to stand; take a deep inhale and force yourself up. Blindly shuffling and fumbling for your discarded clothes scattered across the floor. Each movement sends a sharp pain up your spine. You glance over cautiously and see him still lost to the world.

You needed a shower and comfy clothes as soon as possible. The aftermath always made you feel disgusted by yourself. Wincing you tugged on your jeans and sweater, thankful you were smart enough to set your other belongings on the kitchen counter rather than tossed somewhere haphazardly.

You unlock and escape unnoticed out of his bedroom door and make your way down the hall. When you reach the main area you freeze. Sitting at the island hunched over his laptop was Suguru’s roommate, Satoru Gojo. He wore an oversized long sleeve shirt and pajama bottoms with his favorite Digimon from his childhood. You watch him, a frown on his face as he pushes up his thick frames sighing over an excel sheet.

Satoru Gojo was an interesting person to you. You have only ever met him at the apartment. In his domain he often geeked out over special interests and was quick to give you recommendations on books and anime. When Suguru explained he was a CEO of his family's multibillion dollar company it was hard to imagine.

“What are you doing up Satoru?” You whisper and he jolts upright. The moment he hears your voice a bright smile replaces his weary expression. You can’t help but return it; his energy is always infectious.

“Y/N! Ooo looking over the companies financial reports. I found some errors.” Even though you knew such things vexed him; you could never tell by his chipper tone anytime he spoke to you. “I- well I knew you were here so I brought out an extra mug if you would like some coffee or tea.”

He is such a generous and kind soul. The two men who shared this space were like night and day. You make your way over and are about to prepare your cup when he gets up and pulls out a chair. “I got this. Just sit.”

A small bit of shame crawls to the surface as you see his gaze fall to your neck in concern. You curse Suguru knowing you told him not to leave traces of your escapade in obvious areas. When he is in a feral state you know your pleas fall on deaf ears.

You watch him clumsily move around. You knew you had been here too often when you realized he knew how you like your coffee without even asking. “Have you seen the latest episode of Solo Leveling?”

His movements become more erratic; his excitement visible in his body language at the topic you bring up. “Yes!! Visually it's amazing and the story has been great so far!” His voice is loudest when you discuss his favorite things; it was an endearing sight. You nod your head in agreement as he sets the mug beside you.

Your heart swells pleasantly when he also sets down a couple tabs of ibuprofen. Always thoughtful without asking for anything in return. He was an enigma in your eyes. You grin to yourself as you take them with your coffee. You make a pleased sound at the bitter sweet liquid; comforted by its warmth.

“I can’t wait to see what happens. I am trying really hard not to watch them as they air. But I’m kind of failing.” He looks away in embarrassment and you laugh lightly at the adorable gesture.

“I get it, Satoru. I tend to do the same.” You say and he instantly perks up nodding his head. “You should work on this during the day rather than gaming. You need sleep, you know.” You glance over at the laptop and he sighs at your chastising. But the dark circles under his eyes were prominent in the soft glow. You were merely worried and you knew he would understand.

“A new update came out and we’ll…” He looks down at his hands, which were folded in front of him. When he immersed himself in one of his favorite computer games he tended to lose track of reality which made you anxious for him.

“Have you eaten anything Satoru?” You ask softly and he picks at his nails nervously. “Satoru…” you gently call out and he sheepishly looks up and shakes his head. You click your teeth and begin to get up but he quickly argues for you to remain where you are.

“Please don’t worry about it. I will order DoorDash, a big breakfast.” He counters and you study him suspiciously. He lifts his arms and stutters out a promise.

“Fine but you promised so you better.” You say sternly and he agrees profusely. You smile at him again and he becomes less defensive. “So tell me about this game you're playing.”

And he does; You don’t realize it but after his speal nearly an hour has gone by. You were immersed and moved by his explanation. Engrossed by his excited expressions. “That does sound pretty great. I need to get back into playing. I love turn-based games.” You admit and his eyes widen even more; you did not think that was possible.

“If you get it we can play together! I would show you the basics and help level you up!” He shouts his hands motioning. You would love to play but you knew your computer did not have the specs. It was mostly used on the rare occasion you got to remote work from home.

“I wish I could but I don’t really have the set up for it.” You felt bad for getting his hopes up; his expression falling. He runs his hand through his messy white hair now in thought.

Satoru suddenly perks up, “I could text you some recommendations!” He burst out and you chew anxiously on your bottom lip. Unlike a CEO your salary was average in your city. With inflation you barely managed to cover the bills you had. Yet you didn’t want to burden the happy go lucky Satoru Gojo with your problems.

“I appreciate it, Satoru.” You say as he grins brightly in your direction. “But right now I don’t have a lot of extra money to spend. I’m sorry.” He looks a bit defeated but then shakes his head.

“Let me buy it for you!!” He beams as you take a sip of your coffee, nearly spitting it back in the cup. “It’s no big deal I swear!” You want to resent him for saying such a thing so easily. A thousand dollars merely pocket change to him. But when you look at his puppy-like expression you can't feel any negative emotions.

“No Satoru. I would feel bad. It may not be much to you but to me that is way too much.” You try to explain but his head tilts in confusion. “I could not just accept such a big purchase. I would feel bad.” You try to explain and it finally clicks in his brain.

“I see.” He looks so sad; you pat his hand to reassure him. “What if I get it and then you take your time paying me back?” He refuses to give up on the discussion and you laugh. “Please Y/N! In a way you would be doing me a favor. I get uncomfortable playing with random people online. But with you playing with me it would be stress free.”

There was a long pause between you as you contemplated his offer. He stares at you holding back his enthusiasm until you respond. “Fine…” you finally say and he physically jumps out of his chair cheering. He is so adorable.

“I’ll order everything and can even help you set it up!” He says, more excited about this than you are. He pauses mid fist pump, “If you want. I don’t want to intrude.” His demeanor changes within a second. His shoulders slump as if expecting you to scold him.

A quiet rage builds up within you. Not because of Satoru. But at the people in his life who most likely punished him when he got this way. Who discouraged him for being who he was. That told him he needed to grow up or act normal.

“I would love that Satoru. When I have free time I will definitely let you know.” You are desperate to see the light return to those piercing blue eyes. And we’re grateful when his exuberance returned. Nodding he fidgets with happiness at your response.

“I need to get out of here but text me.” You say the dull aches in your body are becoming stronger. You needed to rest before having to return to work. He nods as he observes how you try and stretch, you catch him scowl which was unexpected. You wonder if he resents his roommate at times for how he tends to only call you when he wants something.

He hurriedly opens a cabinet pulling to go coffee cups down. He takes the mug and pours the remaining contents in and adds a bit more from the pot. “Be safe on your way home Y/N.” He hands it to you and your bag.

“I will! And you better eat or else!” You threaten but you feel a bit like a hypocrite. You always get onto him about taking care of himself; when you don’t follow your own advice. Satoru slips a granola bar into your belongings and you grin. He leads you to the door and waves goodbye.

~

A few weeks had passed since you made a late night visit to Suguru’s place. Satoru was quick to send you his plans for your new setup. You found yourself smiling as he texted you more often. Suguru on the other hand has not reached out since; you attempted to act like it didn’t hurt but a part of you felt wounded.

Today Satoru made plans to come over. He had called early and you could hear his eagerness in every word. He spoke quickly; giving you the low down on the specs and design of the computer. When you gave him your address he promised to stop by.

A knock on your door interrupts your desperate attempt to clean. Work had been rough and once you got home all you could manage was dinner and a glass of bourbon. You were thankful it was the weekend but you grimace at the mess. You answer and apologize for the chaos as you usher him inside.

You do a double take when you look him over. You rarely saw him outside of his abode so seeing him in a pair of jeans and a nice shirt took you by surprise. He looked good; his current outfit is more form fitting. His arms strain, veins visible as he carries in the box with your new CPU; you realize for the first time he is built very well.

You shake yourself from a stupor, “Do you need help?” He sets down the box and you see that he is nervous. “What’s wrong Satoru?” You ask in concern. A blush coats his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck.

“N-nothing…” he stammers and you raise an eyebrow in his direction. “A few more boxes in my car! I’ll be right back!” He shouts before you could question him further.

“Can I help?” You walk with him but he shakes his head avoiding your eyes.

“No, it's fine. I’ll be right back!” You are perplexed at his awkward behavior; believing you both had grown closer since meeting. You sit down overthinking until you hear another soft knock.

You rush to let him in and he fumbles past with two more boxes and a large bag. You hurry to grab the bag in an attempt to help and at your sudden closeness he pulls away frantically.

Not able to correct his footing he begins falling forward, in a panic you attempt to protect the equipment and Satoru. Everything including the man landed on you, his weight nearly crushing you.

“S-sorry!! O my Y/N!” He moves the boxes, concern present on his features as he scurries to sit up. “Did I kill you?!” His voice high as he lifts you up as if you were a sack of potatoes, your eyes widened at his strength.

You inhale deeply, now able to breathe and then burst out into a loud cackle. His terrified expression morphs into relief and then he joins you in laughing hysterically. When you both manage to pull yourself together, you reach out and grab his chin. The soft blush that coated his face deepens to a darker hue and his eyebrows raise in alarm.

“Satoru Gojo, why are you so anxious?” You question him with a raised eyebrow. “Are we not friends?” Your voice is commanding and he is not able to make eye contact. He squirms a bit in your hold, biting his lower lip.

“W-well.. I-I of course we are.” He mutters, wringing his hands. You release him and he shys away from you. He pulls the boxes near him and begins unpacking. “It’s just…” He pushes his glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose.

“Go on. I’m listening.” You muse folding your arms and studying how he fidgets. The tape is giving him a hard time so you lean forward and use your nail to pierce it. His breath hitches at your closeness.

“Don’t laugh…” He sits back on his knees looking pitiful. And you scowl at him for even suggesting you would and he notices. “I know you wouldn’t but it is still a bit humiliating.”

“We all have times where we feel that way. I don’t mean to pressure you. If you're uncomfortable I will not pry.” You say sincerely even if it does hurt your feelings. He never acted this way with you before. You wonder if you did something to offend him.

He sees how your face falls and sits up straighter. “It’s not you!! You're wonderful!!” He says loudly and you smile. His ears turn red at the outburst. “It’s just… ugh…” He relaxes a bit and then looks determined. “I’ve never been to a woman’s place before. I got all in my head about it.”

Your heart leaps to life at his sweet admission. Satoru Gojo is the cutest human you have ever had the pleasure of knowing and this only adds to the title. “Is there anything I can do to ease your nerves Satoru?” You ask genuinely and he looks over at you with such admiration. To much admiration, you didn’t deserve such a gaze.

A few seconds go by as you both kneel on the floor amongst the scattered mess of components. “You already are just being you. Thank you Y/N.” He gushes praise and it’s your turn to flinch away.

“You give me far too much credit. Be careful placing people on pedestals; you will most likely be disappointed.” Your voice is melancholy and you hate bringing down the mood so you flash a smile and bop him gently on the nose playfully. “Let’s get to work so that we can play! I have been looking forward to this since you told me about the game.”

The mention of the game transforms his nervousness into enthusiasm before your very eyes. He nods exuberantly and you both begin putting everything together. He bombards you with more knowledge of the lore and characters. The distraction is exactly what you needed; Suguru and work the last thing on your mind as you both chat.

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You did not realize that putting together a set-up could be so exhausting. Yet as you stare at the completed project you are overwhelmed by happiness. “We did it! Honestly without you here I would have been lost.” You laugh reaching your hand up to high five Satoru. He eagerly returns it with a beaming smile.

It was beyond what you could have imagined; LED lights (in your preferred color) illuminated perfectly from the white surface. Two 27 inch curved monitors set above a Corsair keyboard and mouse. You were unable to tear your eyes away from how majestic it looked.

“I wanted to help you get started customizing your space even more so…” he sheepishly grins as he pulls out one last box. He pushes it towards you.

“Satoru! You have already done way too much!” You chastise him but your voice was too elated for him to really take it to heart. You open the box and gasp in surprise. A custom desk mat of your favorite fandom. You blink back tears, no one has done anything like this for you. “Th-Thank you!”

You always envied people’s creativity when creating their own space. You had wished you could do the same but it was never possible. This sweet man has made it come true.

Without thinking you pull him into a tight hug; his whole body tenses not expecting the contact. “Thank you so much.” You say gleefully and at that moment you feel him wrap his arms around you and return the gesture.

As you hold onto him you realize how small you feel; your eyes nearly at chest level; his body feels hard in comparison to your soft one. This time your cheeks heat up and you clumsily pull away as your mind takes you on a sinful journey. You cough, “Thanks again.”

He looks so happy and his eyes gleam with endearment as he stares down at you. “It’s no biggie. I’m super excited to play with you.” You shift your weight still trying to get the fresh scent of his laundry out of your mind.

“Let me order food for us! My treat for all your help today.” Your voice sounds a bit shaken and he looks so elated you feel shameful. You were unworthy of him. You fake a smile and pat his shoulder as you move away to grab your phone; putting distance between you. To protect him from your selfishness. You knew you had become a comfort person to him, you refuse to take advantage of his trust in you.

~

Satoru is beside himself that you allowed him to come over. Even bought him dinner. You were so kind and caring. Not to mention breathtaking. As he chewed on his meal he kept stealing glances unable to stop himself. Every gesture and quirk he needed to study it; burn it into his memory.

When you were wrapped up in his arms his heart raced and mind turned to mush. He was intrigued by the effects you had on him. No one else in his life made him feel the way you did. At first it was similar to the way he felt about things he liked; warm and safe. The longer you stuck around they morphed into something he didn’t quite understand.

He did not care about romance or flings. Suguru often bombarded him with women but he found excuses to leave every time. His only friend chastised him all the time about not having a life and Satoru never understood why. It was all dull compared to things he truly enjoyed.

He was often bullied but as long as he was able to learn and study he was fine. His escape from the obligations of his family and the harassment of his peers became gaming and other “nerdy” hobbies. Unable to let go of childhood shows that comforted him when his own parents wouldn’t.

He came to accept that no one truly would know him and he them. That was until you began showing up. At first he dismissed you as one of Suguru’s many lovers. Ignoring you as you passed him to head home; early hours before the sun rose. He noticed you avoided his gaze which he was fine with.

You kept coming around; Satoru was surprised, Suguru never had the same lover for more than two or three nights. Satoru’s curiosity was his guide in all things; Seeing this as an anomaly he began wondering why. So much so he stopped you the next time you tried scurrying out the door.

“Hey! I’m Satoru.” It felt strange being the one to initiate a conversation, he expected you to give him a weirded out reaction. Instead you smile and wave. Something about being able to see genuine kindness in your eyes made him dig further. “Do you like coffee or tea? You look a bit exhausted.”

You politely accept though a bit catiously at first. Satoru hated small talk but he was on a mission. Why keep you around? Suguru had been with women who were more beautiful by society standards. You didn’t have an interesting job. His mind was reeling as he grilled you.

“Hey Satoru.” You interrupt his question as you take a long sip of coffee. He cuts off his sentence to listen. “I noticed your manga collection. It’s pretty impressive.” At this moment all queries dissolved from his mind. He smiles excitedly.

An hour later you're both still in deep discussion about Attack on Titan. She nodded along intently, focused on his words. She did not scold him for being overly excited. He no longer cared why Suguru kept you around. His new goal was how to keep you around longer.

And now he was in your home; Trying to learn more about you from glances at your belongings. He isn’t obsessed, you have just become one of his special interests. “Do you need help installing the game?” He asks after finishing his meal. Not really wanting to part yet.

You look down embarrassed as you confess, “That would actually be great. It’s been a long time since I have played on a console…” So cute!!

“I love this stuff so it’s no trouble.” Satoru explains as he follows you over to the desk. He goes to do it and you grab his wrist, his heart lurches in his chest.

“Do you mind if you just tell me? In case you're not around I’ll know.” You explain and he adds another thing he likes about you to his mental list. Satoru moves over and you sit down.

Satoru easily walks you through the steps; you were an attentive person when you focused. Time goes by as you chat with him and share things about yourself. He dreads that the sun is starting to fall. You looked up and must have seen his frown; you were so close his eyes drift to your lips unconsciously.

“Are you ok?” You ask concerned and he nods quickly. He is enjoying his time with you and did not want it to end. But he knew you had other things you probably needed to do. “Suguru is going to worry if I keep you for too long.”

At the mention of his best friend's name a strange and bitter feeling surfaces within Satoru. Suguru didn’t deserve your time but the way his name fell from your lips, he knew you felt something for him. He hated that.

“He probably has company anyways.” It comes out harsh. He regretted saying it immediately when your expression fell dramatically. “I-I no you are right. I’m sorry!” Satoru panics, desperate to see you smile again.

You laugh but it sounds forced and his chest pangs painfully; stange he wasn’t injured. “No need for you to apologize to me, Satoru. I would be a fool if I believed I was the only person.” Your voice is shaky and he sees tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

He kneels beside the gaming chair and his hand acts on its own, reaching up to wipe them before they fall. He swallows heavily as his lips quiver. “No…” He whispers and then his voice rises, “You are not the fool. He is! You are amazing. You deserve the world.”

~

You look up at him surprised by the passion in his tone. You have heard him go on thousands of tangents with vigorous declaration. This felt different and more emotional. He looks like he is hurting. As he attempts to stop you from crying you see he is on the verge of sobbing.

“Toru.” His gaze meets yours as soon as you mutter his name trance-like. You cup his cheek in your hand and he whines softly at your touch. Leaning almost nuzzling then your thumb swipes across his lower lip; his breath hitches. A new tension envelopes you both and heat radiates between you. “Do you like me?”

“Of course I do.” Satoru says his eyes flutter as you stroke the back of his neck. You shake your head at his casual tone. You click your teeth and he attempts to open his eyes to gaze at you.

“Romantically?” You ask softly. He looks like he is struggling to formulate an answer. Almost as if he is malfunctioning. “Toru?” You say and he stills.

“I think so. I’m not sure.” He is still struggling but he continues, “I just know I want to see you happy all the time. I like being around you and I don’t care for most people. I wanted time to stop tonight so I can spend more time by your side. I like when you touch me. It makes my heart race.”

Then his face contorts and his eyebrows furrow, “Suguru does not treat you well. He is my closest friend. I have never been bothered by him even when he dragged me to large social events but now…” his jaw clenches, “I have this bitter ugly feeling when he talks about you. Or he ignores your texts.”

You are stunned by his admission. You are now at a loss for words and your arm falls to your side. He notices, “Is that abnormal?! Say something.” You hear the panic in his voice and know he is confused.

“No it is normal Satoru.” You quickly reassure him. Noone has spoken about you with such passion. Your body freezes up, “I have just never been told something like that.” You are unable to keep up your confident teasing facade. He looks more upset than you when you say that.

He takes your hand in his own, a bold move for someone who was just blushing about being at your place. “Fools all of them.” His voice laced with determination, as he laces his fingers around your own. You still don’t know how to react. “How do you feel about me?”

Satoru is sweet and kind. You love how carried away he gets when he talks about his interest. He always seems to take care of you after dealing with Suguru. You trust him, which is rare. But you can’t seem to form those thoughts into words. “I like being around you, a lot.” You feel pathetic that you can’t express yourself, but he smiles so brightly.

“I’m glad. I trust you too.” He nods as if he has some weird ability to read your mind. He drops eye contact and chews on his lower lip. “I REALLY want to kiss you right now.” His voice shakes with unease and he shyly looks up at you; the tip of his ears and cheeks are bright red; it seems he was willing to overcome this fear if you would allow him.

He looked so cute in this state, so bashful yet resolute. You could not deny him, you were weak so you simply nod. He looks at you in wonder when you agree, now unsure what to do next he fidgets. “I don’t have much experience with this kind of thing. So I…” Your heart melts at his visage.

You take hold of his face placing your forehead against his own, his gasps at your closeness. “It’s alright. Just relax the best you can for me.” You whisper into his ear and you feel him shiver. He nods his hands on both sides of you clasping and unclasping, not sure where they belong in a situation like this. “It’s ok to touch me.”

The moment you told him it is ok his hands move to your sides, he squeezes gently. Without warning he stands, lifting you up and you let out a pathetic squeal. “How?” You mumble as he carries you towards your couch, as if you were merely a bag of groceries. You expect him to be clumsy but he gracefully strides across the room with a determined look on his flush face.

“Shit…” you curse as he sits onto your couch, you now straddling his lap. You place a hand on his very firm chest and his heart is beating rapidly. You look up at him and a warmth spreads down your lower stomach. His eyes are low lidded and his breathing heavy.

“What now?” He asks, the rough deep tone makes you stifle a moan. This feels wrong, the sweet Satoru you know and love is practically putty in your hand. You can sense he would be willing to do anything for you by his expression.

“Are you sure Satoru?” You ask if this is really what he wants. You don’t want to take advantage. You sit up on your knees to relieve the feeling of him pressed so close. Immediately his hands find your hips and push you back down against the rough fabric of his jeans.

“Yes! Fuck yes…” He seems to be in a haze as his fingers tease your skin from under the thin fabric of your top. This was the first time you heard him curse and it sounded so sweet from his lips. “Please.” He begs and you lose any control you were grasping at.

You reach up and pull him towards you, lips connecting slowly. You wanted to increase the pace but held back. Softly you guide him and he quickly follows your lead. You lean back for a breath and he exhales with a satisfied sound. You grin when he pushes his frames up his nose, the familiar gesture makes you smile. Then he opens his cerulean eyes and pure hunger greets you. “More… feels good.”

You moan when he lifts his hips up and your eyes widen as you feel him rubbing against your center. “Satoru?” You look at him surprised, his hidden muscular figure not the only large thing about him.

“Say Toru…” He whispers, “I like it when you call me Toru.” Your resolve is slipping quickly from his desperate demeanor. Your fingers grip his snow white hair and yank softly, his eyes roll back instinctively. “I can’t think… it’s so strange.” He mutters as his hands cup your ass.

You kiss him roughly and he groans against your mouth. Your tongue slides along his lower lip and he opens his mouth obediently. You both cling to each other pushing as close as possible as you grind against him. The saccharine coos that escape him while his tongue slides clumsily against your own is addictive. Who needs air?

He whines as you disconnect, drool coating and dripping messily. You devilishly nip at his ear and his nails dig into the fat of your butt at the sensation. “Are you sure you are ok Toru?” Your voice is breathless and you feel him shake below you, his clothed cock twitching.

“Uh huh…. Hah… great actually… Ngh…” He tries to answer as you suck at the soft flesh on his neck. You smirk against his skin, letting the newfound power go to your head. Your hands now under his shirt feeling the defined planes of his abs, shifting at your touch deliciously. “Oo my… ummm…” he cries out as your fingers dip lower below his belt line. “Shit…”

You look up to read his expression; you can tell he is a bit overwhelmed but his pupils are blown wide with lust. You bit down on his collarbone to hear more of his cries. Fending for the sounds he gives you from a simple touch and he does not disappoint.

You begin to unbuckle his belt and a string of curses escape from his trembling lips. His phone suddenly rings loudly making you both jump in unison. Of course he doesn’t keep it silenced. “S-sorry…” He mutters, reaching for it and you see that Suguru is calling. A wicked idea pops into your mind. He goes to hang up but you shake your head.

“Answer it, he is probably worried.” You don’t recognize your own voice, laced with venom. As you unbutton Satoru’s jeans and his eyes widen in shock. He does what you say without question like a good boy.

“Hey Suguru...” You see him dig his nails into his palm as you work his zipper, trying to hide the quiver in his tone. He bites down on his lower lip harshly as you place kisses along his lower abdomen.

“You ok? I think this is the longest you have stayed out of the house besides work.” You scoff when you hear that deep tone, slightly chastising him as if Satoru was not the same age; It annoys you. You pull down Satoru’s jeans in one swift motion and kneel between his legs. You watch him swallow heavily.

“Huh?” Satoru must not have heard a word Suguru said, his focus solely on you. You don’t touch, just admire, your mouth opens agape at the bulge nearly escaping his boxer. Satoru Gojo has no idea how rare he is. You lift up your head to smile at him brightly and he returns it goofily. Those cerulean eyes looking down half lidded.

“Are you ok? Are you still at Y/N’s place? Are you playing a game or some’n?”Suguru asks, you hear concern. Probably because Satoru was not often distracted unless by a game or show. Satoru suddenly strokes your cheek affectionately. You take his hand and place a chaste kiss on his palm.

“Yeah. I should be leaving soon. I’m… mmm” He groans suddenly when you take one of his long fingers and places it in your mouth. Your tongue circling the digit. “So-so good!” You swallow his digit and he drops the phone covering his mouth with his free hand, to stifle his whimpers.

“Suguru…” You say condescendly sweet, after pulling Satoru’s finger from your lips. “He is fine. He is going to head out soon.” You knead Satoru’s defined thighs and he uses both hands to cover his mouth, his eyes wide as he watches.

Suguru laughs then, the sound fox-like. He was a calculating and cunning man. “Y/N! I know you are taking good care of him. Don’t keep him out too late, treasure.” He practically purrs full of amusement, it throws you off completely.

Satoru grabs your wrist and places your hands where he wanted you, desperately bucking against your touch. No longer able to hold back his groans. “Have fun you two!” Suguru hangs up, you could envision his soft cocky grin from the sound of his voice.

Seems your scheme backfires, yet the look of pure fascination and need on Satoru’s face is a wonderful distraction. You focus on him freeing his aching cock from the confines of his boxers. It springs free, almost slapping your face, pulsating, and drops of precum trickle from the tip. The sheer length makes you swallow, you feel almost intimidated.

“Looks painful, Toru. Let me help you.” You build up a confident facade but honestly you weren’t sure how to fit this thing in your mouth. You swirl your tongue along the tip and his entire body arches, head falling back against the wall. He wouldn’t judge you, this is all new for him. “Is this ok?” You ask to verify this is what he wants.

“God-God yes yes…” He whines his fingers now traveling to your head for some type of control. You take as much as you can down your throat, choking causing saliva to build up. Your hands squeeze and pull his balls for another form of stimulation. Then you begin to move, stroking the length you could not fit in your mouth, his body quakes beneath you. “Fuck! Fuck! I’m going-wait! Slow down-I’m going to! Hah! Hah!”

It does not take long before he releases down your throat. You grit and bear the sheer amount that slides down, swallowing multiple times. When you pull away you have to catch your breath. “Damn you were backed up huh…” You laugh teasingly and gaze up with a smirk.

He does not verbally respond, his eyes glaze over completely lost in the aftermath of pleasure. His body is still twitching and his breathing shallow. His cheeks flushed, head still back. “Toru?” You whisper sweetly to help shake him from his daze.

You pull his boxers back up and help him dress, he is completely malleable to your actions. “When you get back home we can play for a bit.” That seems to work as his eyes look over at you, that goofy grin returning to his face.

“I love you…” He mutters barely audibly, still trying to recover. Managing to finally sit up on his own. “Shit…”

“What?” You tilt your head in confusion. He finally realizes what he has said and shakes his head. He yanks you down now hovering above you.

“Nothing! But I don’t want to go yet. I want to… umm…” he looks away sheepishly, even after cumming down your throat he is bashful, “Return the favor.” You pull his chin to face you, his thick frames sliding down his nose. You pull him in for a kiss and he eagerly reciprocates.

“Next time, Toru. It’s getting late.” You say and he pouts, so adorably. You flick his forehead playfully and laugh. “Don’t look at me like that.” He then initiates the kiss, the fever and passion making you dizzy. He humps you pushing you deep into the worn cushions. Your legs wrapping around his waist instinctually, craving the friction.

It took every single ounce of will power to shove him back. “Next time…” You remind him sliding your thumb across his drool coated lips. He groans in frustration but nods in understanding.

Reluctantly he gets up and helps you to your feet. You help him gather his things and walk him to your door. “Still up to play when I get home?” He asks you, hopeful.

“Of course. It’s the weekend so I can stay up late with you. Though I apologize if I get you killed a hundred times.” You laugh and he hugs you, lifting you off the ground.

“It’s totally ok.” He smiles, it is radiant as always. He stares down at you with adoration. Then kisses all over your face.

“Satoru!!” You giggle, trying to playfully fight him off but your heart feels so full. He sets you down gently and waves. He begins to walk away but rushes back to you. This time leaning down and kissing you breathless.

“I’ll see you soon right?” He asks almost timidly. And you pat his head affectionately and nod. He returns it and does finally begin to leave.

You walk back inside and collapse against your door. Your heart is leaping and your stomach is fluttering. Who knew the nerdy CEO could sweep you off your feet in just an afternoon. The more you think about it you realize he had always been there after a while. You were just to blind to see it.