. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ nerd!gojo x fem reader
Summary: you're next door neighbors with gojo, and sooner or later you feel the excitement of teasing and overstimulating him.
Warnings: explicit sexual content & sadistic behavior
A/N: my other works ╰┈➤ masterlist
you were currently moving into a new apartment complex after having too many issues at your old one. You were sick of finding leaks or hearing your loud neighbors in the middle of the night, screaming about their relationship issues. .
“damn it!” you shouted under your breath in front of the apartment complex door, as it shut in your face.
“does no one know how to hold a door for anyone anymore?” you thought while you put down the heavy box you were carrying, so you could open the door for yourself. Until you felt a presence behind you.
you snapped your head back to find yourself staring at a tall man who looked like he hadn’t seen the sun for ages, perchance he hadn’t even had the chance to shower yet either .
you peaked down seeing he was holding a bag with instant ramen inside.
“s-sorry, i’m in your way let me move” you spoke politely to the man with the slightest bit of hope that he would help you carry your boxes to your apartment.
he didn’t speak a word to you, as soon as you stepped out the way he zoomed right past and immediately stepped onto the elevator.
“what an asshole.!” you mumble grabbing the heavy box making your way through the door.
Not to long after bumping into the rude man you had finally finished bringing all of your boxes up into your apartment.
you sighed in relief that it was over “phew, i need a drink.”
You soon then called up your best friend Shoko. You had met Shoko your freshman year of college she was only a year older than you but honestly you guys just clicked immediately, even though you guys had very different schedules and responsibilities the both of you always made the effort to hang out and take care of each other.
You: well I just finished moving all my stuff in and well.. i need a drink.. can we please go get drinks tonight.
Shoko: Y/N i have work tomorrow morning.
You: Okay yes, and so do i! it’s only 6 we can leave the bar around 8.. how does that sound?
Shoko: eh, okay fine but i’m not drinking a lot. I’ll pick you up in 30.
You sighed once more as you got up to freshen up before you left.
“Woah!” Shoko said looking stunned at what you were wearing.
“What?! am i doing to much..? I just wanted to feel cute” you spoke while showing her your outfit, which was a short lanky black dress with a quite low neckline that showed off your cleavage, and to compliment the dress you had the cutest heals to match with it.
“No, no it’s really hot Y/N” shoko chuckled then spoke again “hey, if i knew you were going to go all out i would’ve too.” she said sounding a bit disappointed considering she had on jeans and an off the shoulder long sleeve.
“Shoko.. just borrow one of my dresses they are in that box over there” you pointed at the box on your bed.
As you began to help shoko out with her outfit you guys eventually landed on this flowy halter dress that complimented her figure well.
“okay are we ready now..” you shrugged while waiting at the front door, as shoko made her finishing touches
“okay let’s go” shoko spoke softly
“y/n let’s go.” Shoko was serious but you weren’t. You were drunk and didn’t want to leave just yet. That was until shoko dragged you out and drove you back home.
“okay y/n i can’t walk you all the way to your apartment but you should be sober enough to get there right?” shoko questioned
“y-yu.. yeah!” you slurred out as you stepped out.
“okay.. love you be careful!” shoko said as she drove away leaving you stumbling inside. you had made it successfully to your floor, but
you struggled to get the key out from your pocket. To your surprise the door already seemed unlocked so you stepped in without question.
As you walked around the house it seemed unfamiliar. No boxes in sight. Slight smell of pizza and instant noodles, and it was quite messy like a man was living here. You payed no mind to it though.
“n~ngh” you heard from your bedroom, or so you thought.
“hah~ mphm “ you kept hearing—until your drunk self decided to go investigate, you looked down the hall to see the door slightly cracked open with a dim light on. As you crept closer you kept hearing “f-fuck~ ngh mphm”
you were curious on what the mysterious noise was, but as soon as you opened the door your eyes are met with another’s.
Deep blue eyes staring back at you. Glasses fogged up falling of his face, sitting back in a gaming chair with the computer on. You peer down to his lap only to find him not clothed and his length in his hand stroking himself.
“WHAA! G-GET OUT!” the blue eyed boy spoke tripping on himself trying to pull his pants back up
“i-i nunn” you stumbled on your words as you looked up at the computer screen only to find a porno playing with the volume semi loud.
he noticed you looking and stumbled around,face flushed all the way to his ears as he was trying to cover up what you had witnessed.
“h-hey can you not jerk off in my house i- have a headache i wanna lay down”you spoke as you started to strip and layed in the man’s bed getting comfortable in sheets that were not yours
“H~HEY I WA~ THATS NOT WHAT I WAS DOING .. AN~ AND THIS IS MY APARTMENT.. AND AND PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON PLEASE.. GET OUT..” the man stuttered and trampled all on his words with his face fully flushed from the embarrassing scene and the fact you’re basically naked in his bed.
“who~ partment? me? night.” you slurred out as you decided to drift off
“HEY HEY!” the white haired boy spoke trying to wake you with only his voice . He eventually was defeated and gave up. He had let you stay in his bed while he slept on the couch.
“ugh” you groaned as the sun glared in your face.
“a-are you finally awake…” an unfamiliar voice you heard coming from the floor of the room.
You sat up immediately and made eye contact with the blue eyed boy sitting with his knees to his chest staring back at you.
“WHA…?” you questioned in panic, looking down at yourself you were wearing nothing but a bra and underwear “HOW DRUNK DID I GET LAST NIGHT?!” you wondered.
there were so many thoughts were racing through your mind right now—like how did you get home, or if you had sex with the random boy who lived in your apartment complex.
“S-SO.. how did i end up here!?” you questioned the boy who seemed oddly nervous.
“w-well you kind of broke in..” his voice cracked.
“broke in?” no way you could’ve broke in you thought “b-but this is my apartment 345?” you told the boy
“heh, i- i mean i know you just moved in but.. this is my apartment 344..” he spoke sounding nervous to correct you.
“o-oh! I-IM SO SORRY” you apologized and stood up to bow to show you how sorry you were, forgetting you were basically naked.
“A~AH! N-NO ITS OKAY REALLY.” the boys face flushed as he turned his face away from you.
“n-no please i’m really sorry.” you spoke getting down on the floor too grabbing the boys hands trying to be sincere.
“p~please trust me it’s really fine!” he trembled still not making eye contact with you or the rest of your body.
“no! it’s not okay! what can i do? how can i repay you for this!” you were rambling
“R~REPAY ME? m-maybe put c-clothes on!” he spoke and pulled his hands back to cover his face.
“oh.” you spoke and looked down at your bare body less than 3 feet away from his, you could see he was trembling and immediately stood up to put something on.
“hey! can i borrow a shirt? i just don’t wanna wear my dress.” you asked the boy who was still on the floor covering his face.
“g-go ahead, just p-please get dressed..” the boy whimpered out.
You were going through the boys closet noticing how he only had these corny shirts with quotes saying “i paused my game to be here!” or some quote about science—you were in disgust, but you had no other choice.
Grabbing the shirt that said “i paused my game to be here!” you threw it on—it fit like a dress on you.
“okay done!” you said which claimed you were dressed
“o-okay.” he spoke dropping his hands from his face and standing up.
“hey soo, you’re like my neighbor right! what’s your name? i at least wanna know who’s bed i slept in last night!” you laughed.
He wasn’t laughing instead he stood there putting on his glasses, face still flushed. “i’m gojo.. satoru gojo. i live here in apartment 344.” he spoke sternly while looking at the ground.
“hmm.. gojo?.. gojo, gojo.. satoru gojo.” you spoke his name like it was a question.
“s-stop saying my name like that!” he coved his face again.
“o-oops sorry, i’m y/n! i live exactly next door to you in 345! i also just slept in your bed but you already know that..” you tried to make the situation brighter but instead the air went quiet and just felt awkward..
“um okay! sorry for this again i’ll wash and return your shirt for you.” you started to walk out with your belongings until he stopped you and said “w-wait.. d-don’t wash that shirt.”
“what.” you stood in disgust
“n-no not like that j-just i don’t want the text to get ruined so i-i wash that one by hand! i can wash it.. j-just return it to me whenever..” he stood looking embarrassed by the statement.
“a-alright then.. see you gojo.” you walked out feeling awkward, which was weird for you.
You’d never felt that awkward, especially with a man. Usually you were an outgoing person but with him he made your insides twitch. Maybe it was the fact he was weird, or maybe it was his loser glasses he wore, but you couldn’t help the fact that your heart was pounding at the thought of the odd boy.
a couple hours had passed after returning back from gojos apartment.
—Standing looking at yourself in the mirror with the boys shirt on. you oddly smelled it out of curiosity. A warm manly musk smell, not in a dirty, gross way but in a way where you knew this was a man’s shirt.
“whatever.” you thought trying to get the weird man out of your head but simply couldn’t. “i-i just need a shower!” you were speaking to yourself as you slipped your clothes off and stepped into the shower.
The only thoughts that were going through your head was “what noises he would make” or how pathetic he would look under you. You felt like a pervert for thinking these perverted thoughts.
Soon later after your shower you looked down at your phone finally to see
30 missed called from your coworker.
“fuck.” you realized you missed work.
You called your boss and pretended to be sick and to your surprise it worked and your boss was surprisingly very worried about you so he sent your coworker to come down and help you out with your “fever”.
You didn’t work a hard job, all you necessarily did was take calls and deliver papers a usual office job. You were friends with a few coworkers, but you were quite close with your coworker choso. A tall built man with hair down to his shoulders, although he was quite shy he soon opened up to you. he was a good man. You were about 100% sure that choso was the one who was coming over to “take care” of you because everyone in the workplace building knew you guys were close.
“y/n open up its choso.” you heard from the other side of the front door as your opening it.
“hey choso how are u?” you asked
“so… im guessing youre not sick? cause you look fine to me.” choso spoke seeming disappointed.
“well im okay i just slept in and came up with an excuse.” you said in an annoyed tone as you let him in. You noticed he was holding a bag containing medicine and a rag.
“aw you care about me!” you cooed
“shut up, i was just worried about the person i work with.” he snapped back, but noticed your figure. He saw how the shirt you wore was odd “so, do you always wear shirts like that around the house?” he questioned.
“w-what?!” you said and looked down at yourself forgetting that you had put gojo’s shirt back on. “n-no i actually don’t wear this at all.. matter of fact it’s not even mine.” you blurted out and crossed your arms
“oh, so it’s just one of your boy toys shirts?” choso said seeming intrigued.
“b-boy toy?! EXCUSE ME?! i don’t have any boy toys and this is my neighbors shirt.” you were annoyed at the thought that choso saw you like that.
“wow. good job y/n. just moved in and already hooked up with the neighbor, truly i’m shocked” choso spoke ironically
“fuck you choso. I didn’t fuck my neighbor, just kinda broke into his house drunk and..” you paused—right now you were recalling what happened last night and you felt like more went down than what you had thought..
“oh my fucking god choso.” you freaked out
“what is it?” he said curiously
“i think.. when i broke in, i caught him jerking off.. i don’t know if im remembering it wrong or if it was a dream but i vividly recall that happening.” you said feeling embarrassed
“oh my god bro.” choso broke out into laughter
“this is not funny.. oh my god that’s why he was so awkward and embarrassed.. choso i feel so bad. what do i do?” you whimpered
“look y/n if my neighbor caught me jerking off i would hope that they forget about it and never bring it up again.. just be normal around him like nothing happened.. kay?” choso said seriously
“alright…” you responded still trying to wrap your mind around what you had just remembered “well y/n i’m gonna head out, i gotta get back to work.. i’ll let them know you will be back tomorrow.” choso spoke while you were both walking towards the front door. “alright then i’ll see you later.” you said to choso at the frame of your door, noticing that gojo was also outside of his apartment taking out trash. “fuck, he probably thinks i have boy toys too.” you thought to yourself as you made eye contact with gojo giving him a polite smile. Immediately he rushed back into his apartment and shut the door. “okay well fuck me too then.” you said aloud and also walked back into your apartment.
It had been about 3 months since you’ve moved and you also hadn't returned the shirt that you borrowed. You would rarely see gojo anyways—the only times you would ever see him is early in the mornings or late at night, but that was very rare. He was still a mystery to you, only until.
you heard coming from the front door
“a-ah it’s me.. it’s gojo.” you heard the voice from the other side tremble
As you were opening the door you had noticed him holding a pile of books and a laptop that was covered in what seemed to be an energy drink.
“s-soo-“ you started to speak before the boy cut you off
“i- i just need to borrow a computer for a couple hours please..” the boy seemed frantic, his hands shaking, and the massive eye-bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in days.
“yeah sure, but what for.?” you questioned
“i have this major assignment due tonight and i spilled monster all over my computer and and you were just the closest person i didn’t know what else to do..” the boy rambled but you were stuck on the fact he was still doing schoolwork.
“wait. y-your still in college?” you said confused
“yes.. im working to get my doctoral degree.” the boy spoke in a low monotone voice
“oh! so you’re like really smart, huh? i only got my bachelors ..” you replied with a small giggle.
“i- i mean i guess im pretty smart i just work hard for what i want..” he spoke once more while rubbing the back of his neck seeming nervous
“o-oh! let me get my laptop for you.” said you as you dashed off into your room to grab the laptop. While you were handing the laptop to him you spoke again “um, hey, i think i’d feel more comfortable if you used my laptop in my apartment.. i just don’t want you to spill monster on mine” you chuckled but honestly you were serious.
“t-that’s okay.. can i sit here..” the boy questioned as he pushed his glasses up his face
“go ahead make yourself at home!” you lastly spoke before the boy immediately locked in on his work.
It was getting late. Gojo was still in your apartment living room typing away on your computer while you sat on your couch and watched.
Gojo could feel your eyes on him after every click he would make or after every page he turned. “are you going to watch me the whole time.” the boy gulped
“i don’t know, maybe? you just look so” you took a pause before you spoke again. “so pathetic?” you questioned yourself “no maybe lame.. i don’t know i-“ you paused once more as you glanced back to the man.
His face completely flushed, he had this ruined look to him . You watched his every move. You saw how his body stiffened up and how his hands slowly move up to his face to hide how flustered he was. “d-don’t say those things..” he managed to get out.
Immediately you were intrigued on how his mind worked and what kind of sick things he was into.
“why? does it hurt your feelings, huh?” you taunted him feeling excited.
“-no it doesn’t.. I just can’t focus..” the white haired boy huffed out.
You kept going— throwing out degrading words and insults at him while making your way over next to him. His face was completely flushed in a dream burgundy color, glasses slipping off his face, and huffing out air like he could barely take it.
you hovered over him while he fell back, hitting the floor.
“w-what are you doing?” he spoke with his voice cracking seeming terrified, but yet he noticed your figure and how nicely your shirt wrapped around your bust, slightly showing the right amount of cleavage.
“h-hey i have to finish this assignment it’s due in 3 hours.” he mumbled avoiding eye contact with you.
“look at me” you demanded
he complied, immediately snapping his head back making eye contact, his face was pathetic from the arousal of being degraded. you eventually broke eye contact. your eyes traced his body, as you peered down, looking at his sweats you see he’s hard.
“getting hard over a few mean words ?” you teased while feeling on his length.
“mph~” the noise fell from the boys mouth as his length twitched under your hand
“does that feel good?” you said with a dangerous grin in your face knowing you were enjoying the scene.
he nodded, instinctively.
the air in the living room was thick with frantic energy cause of his deadline.
gojo’s chest heaved, his ribs pressing against his thin shirt as he struggled to maintain some dignity while your hand firmly cupped the undeniable proof of his arousal through his sweats.
“answer me, satoru,” you purred, using his first name like a physical touch. “does it feel good being handled like this by the neighbor who caught you playing with yourself?”
“y-yes,” he choked out, giving you an expression of embarrassment knowing that you remembered that night. his head fell back against the leg of the coffee table. his glasses finally slid off, clattering onto the hardwood, leaving his striking blue eyes exposed and unfocused. “please... I—I’m supposed to be working.”
“the assignment can wait. you’re already distracted, aren't you?” you didn't give him a choice, reaching for the drawstring of his pants and tugging.
he let out a sharp, hitching breath as you freed him, his length springing forward, slick and pulsing. He was large, far more than his lanky frame suggested, and the sight of him—pale, trembling, and completely at your mercy—sent a surge of heat through your own core.
you leaned down, your hair brushing against his stomach, and took him into your hand. the contact made his hips jerk off the floor. “ngh~! y/n… wait, I—mphm!”
you silenced him by leaning in, not for a kiss, but to whisper against his reddened ear. “you’re so loud for someone so shy. do you want the other neighbors to hear what a mess you are?”
gojo’s hands flew to his mouth, teeth sinking into his knuckles to stifle a sob-like moan as you began to stroke him. your thumb ran over his sensitive tip, catching the beads of pre-cum that was gathering there. he was incredibly sensitive; every slide of your palm made his toes curl and his back arch.
“look at you,” you teased, increasing the pace, your eyes locked on his face. “a future doctor, reduced to a shivering ball of lust on my floor because I’m touching him. pathetic.”
the word seemed to break something in him. his eyes blew wide, a frantic, desperate blue, and his hand reached out, gripping your forearm with surprising strength. he wasn't pushing you away; he was pulling you closer, his hips beginning to meet your hand in a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm.
“I-I can’t... stop, don’t stop,” he gasped through his fingers. “more. please, call me that again.”
“you like being my pathetic little neighbor, don't you, Satoru?” You shifted, now straddling his thighs, the friction against your center made your voice drop an octave. you leaned over him, your cleavage pressing against his chest, and used your free hand to tilt his chin up.
he was a wreck—his face a dark, feverish burgundy , his breath coming in short, jagged bursts. “I... I do. God, I do.”
you accelerated the friction, your rings catching slightly against his skin, a sharp contrast that made him hiss in pleasure. you could feel the tension building in his thighs, his entire body coiling like a spring.
“cum for me then,” you commanded, your voice low and demanding. “show me how much of a mess you can make.”
gojo let out a broken, strangled cry, his eyes rolling back as his climax hit. he buckled underneath you, his grip on your arm tightening painfully as he let himself go.
the heat of him coating your hand and splashing against his own stomach. You stayed like that for a long moment looking every bit the "ruined" man you had imagined in the shower.
he didn't pull away. If anything, the weight of your body on his thighs and the slick heat on your palm seemed to ground him in the most primal way possible.
gojo’s head was still fallen on the floor, his throat working as he swallowed hard, trying to find his voice.
“you're a mess, Satoru," you whispered, shifting your weight so your center pressed firmly against the hard muscle of his leg. The friction through your thin clothing was electric. "look at what you did to yourself just because I called you a few names."
“you... you started it," he panted, his eyes flickering open. without his glasses, his gaze was raw—a piercing, watery blue that looked both terrified and utterly captivated. he reached out, his long, trembling fingers hovering near your waist before finally sinking into the fabric of your shirt, pulling you close against his chest. “you can't... you can't just stop there. not after that."
“oh? Is the honor student demanding more?" you teased, but your own breath was hitching.
you reached behind you, catching the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head in one quick motion, tossing it onto the sofa. You soon slowly took off your shorts revealing your lace bra and panties, the cool air of the apartment hit your skin—until Gojo’s hands found your hips.
“please," he whimpered, the sound vibrated against your collarbone as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “y/n… please."
you didn't make him beg much longer. you reached down, sliding your panties off and tossing them aside before guiding him toward you. he was still semi-hard, but rebounded instantly from the contact of your skin against his. when you lined him up and sank down onto him, he let out a sound that was half-sob, half-growl, his fingers digging into the plush skin of your hips.
“ngh~god, you're... you're so warm,"
he gasped, his head falling back against the hardwood floor once more with a dull thud he didn't even seem to feel.
you began to move, your hands placed on his chest, feeling his heart pound like a trapped bird, against his ribs. he was clumsy at first, his hips jerking up to meet you with a desperate, uncoordinated hunger that showed just how little experience he had, or at least, how much pent-up frustration he had.
“slow down," you commanded, leaning over to nip at his jawline. “I’m in charge here, remember?"
“yes... yes, ma'am," he choked out, his face flushing in an even deeper shade of red. the "ma'am" came out as a broken breath, but he obeyed, forcing his movements to follow your lead.
the rhythm became surprisingly sweet. every time you bottomed out, he let out a high, stuttering moan that echoed in the quiet apartment.
You watched him. You watched the way his white hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat or the way his lips stayed parted as he fought for air.
he looked ruined, a perfect, brilliant mind completely unraveled by the simple friction of your bodies.
as the tension built up in your gut, you leaned down, whispering more "pathetic" things into his ear. You saw how addicted he was to you, how he’d never finish that paper because he’d be too busy thinking about this.
that was his breaking point. Gojo’s hands flew from your hips to your back, pulling you down into a crushing embrace as he surged upward. his pace turned frantic, his breath hitching into a rhythmic “hah—ngh~y/n!”
Gojo’s self-control snapped like a dry twig. his hands, which had been trembling with hesitation earlier, now clamped onto your waist with a bruising strength, dragging you down so your chests collided. the "good student" was gone, and now replaced by a man desperate to lose himself in the friction that you were providing.
"I can't... I can't think when you do that," he groaned, his voice dropping into a low tone. “call me that again. tell me how... how much of a mess I am for you."
you leaned down, your lips grazing his heated ear as you sank onto him again, taking every inch of him. “you’re pathetic, Satoru. look at you, shaking underneath your neighbor while your degree sits unfinished on the table. you’re so desperate for me, aren't you?"
A choked, wet sob escaped him as he thrusted upward, his hips meeting yours with a forceful, rhythmic drive. the sound of your bodies hitting, the slick, wet slap of skin against skin—echoed through the quiet living room. Gojo’s head thrashed back against the floor, his eyes rolling back until only the whites showed, his mouth hanging open as he panted.
he was sensitive. With every bounce or grind, his stomach muscles rippled and tightened under you, and his fingers dug into your hips, leaving pale marks that would surely turn into bruises by morning. he was no longer just following your lead; he was chasing a release.
”y/n… ngh~! too much... it’s too much," he stammered, his breath hitching as his grip tightened. he wrapped his long legs around your waist, locking you in place so he could thrust deeper. the friction was intense, a burning heat that made your stomach build knots.
you watched his face—the way his white eyelashes fluttered and the way his adam’s apple moved as he swallowed back a scream. He looked completely undone.
“don't you dare close your eyes," you commanded, your own voice trembling now. “look at what you’re doing."
he forced his eyes open, those piercing blue orbs blown wide with lust and a touch of madness. the sight of you, flushed, naked, and taking him so completely—was his final undoing. his back arched off the floor, his chest heaving, a cry ripped from his throat as he buckled underneath you, his entire frame shuddering as he came, a hot, pulsing sensation that seemed to go on forever.
you collapsed against him, your own climax hitting you in waves that left you dizzy. Gojo’s arms wrapped around you, holding you with a desperate, crushing grip as he sobbed into your shoulder, his body still twitching with the aftershocks of a release he clearly hadn't expected to be so violent.
the silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the ragged huffing of your breath and the faint, rhythmicclick-clack of the radiator in the corner. Gojo was pinned beneath you, his limbs sprawled out like a fallen star, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as if he were trying to calculate the physics of how his life had just derailed in under thirty minutes.
“the... the laptop," he wheezed, his voice sounding like it had been dragged through dirt.
“still on the table, Satoru," you murmured, shifting your weight. you felt him twitch, a sensitive aftershock reaction that made a smug grin spread across your face.
you sat up, reaching for your discarded clothes to wipe yourself off, completely unbothered.
Gojo, however, looked like he was having a spiritual crisis. he scrambled to sit up, his face still a bright shade of red that clashed violently with his white hair. he fumbled around on the floor until his fingers brushed his glasses. He shoved them onto his face, only to realize one lens was smudged with a thumbprint.
"I... I have to..." he gestured toward the computer, his hands shaking so hard he looked like he was vibrating.
“you have two hours, einstein. better get to it," you said, standing up and heading toward the kitchen. You grabbed two glasses of water for the both of you.
You returned to find him hunched over the laptop in his half-hitched sweats, typing with a force that suggested his life depended on it.
You leaned against the wall nearby, sipping your water and watching him.
the "pathetic" gamer boy was gone, and now replaced by a man possessed. he didn't look up, but his ears went pink again when you spoke.
“you know, for someone who 'works hard for what he wants,' you sure went down easy."
Gojo’s fingers froze on the keys for a split second. A choked, embarrassed noise escaped his throat—something between a giggle and a sob. “y/n, please. If I don't finish this assignment, I’m going to fail this module, and it’ll be... it'll be because of you.”
“is that a thank you or an accusation?" You questioned
“both," he muttered, his eyes glued to the screen, though he couldn't hide the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “definitely both."
the adrenaline from the sex had worn off, leaving a heavy, comfortable silence in the apartment.
You had changed into an oversized hoodie and were curled up on the opposite end of the couch, scrolling through your phone. every few minutes, you’d glance over at Gojo. he was still on the floor, hunched over your laptop like his life depended on it.
he looked completely different than he had a few hours ago. the "cool" mystery man was gone. In his place was a tired student with messy hair and glasses that kept sliding down his nose.
“finished," he finally croaked out, his voice cracking.
“did you really?" you asked, sitting up.
“submitted with four minutes to spare." he let out a long, shaky sigh and leaned his head back against the couch, right next to your knee. He closed his eyes, looking totally spent. “my heart is still beating so fast."
“from the assignment or from me?" you teased, poking his shoulder.
he opened one eye, looking up at you with a shy, tired smile. “both. mostly the part where you called me pathetic."
You laughed and stood up, offering him a hand. “come on, Satoru. It’s late. you look like you’re about to pass out on my rug."
he took your hand and let you pull him up.
he was a lot taller than you when he wasn't crumpled on the floor. he gathered his books and his broken, sticky laptop, looking a bit awkward as he stood by your front door.
“so... I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
"I'll be here," you promised.
he took a step out into the hallway, then paused and turned back. before you could say anything, he leaned in and gave you a quick, clumsy kiss on the cheek. his face was already turning red again as he hurried toward his own door.
“g-goodnight, y/n!” he called out nervously, fumbling with his keys.
you watched him disappear into his apartment, and locked your door, as you then leaned against it with a grin.
you had moved here to get away from loud, annoying neighbors, but it turned out the one next door was exactly the kind of "issue" you didn't mind having.
a/n: art cred ruu_sugu on x (i think) all pics came from pinterest | I didn't proof-read so if there are any mistakes pretend they aren't there.. 👀
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