#gojo nerd

slight foot fetish, it’s more ab the nail-polish tbh

the back of the library.

he had always thought you were beautiful, even before he got the blessing of dating you

so when he could admire finally your beauty up close, that's when he realised you were even more beautiful then he noticed before.

but right now he wasn't allowed to study you up, up close. his favorite subject to study and he wasn’t even allowed, wasn’t that the whole point of this? to study. then what did it matter if he studied you or his homework — you didn’t make it easy, you were sitting on the other side of a round study table. summer dress clinging perfectly to your figure. it was easier to admire you this way.

the way your eyes scanned the study paper, how your neck tightened each time you got frustrated.

your eyes shot up at his intense gaze, "gojo, we're here to study." you reminded him tapping your paper to wake him from his trance. he nodded but it wasn't the usual excited nod to study. he was getting that look in his eyes.. the one he carried when he got needy.

he sighed, "studying with you should be fun yet you're just distracting me the whole time princess, without trying to at that." he crossed his arms. eyes scanning down your dress to the swell of your breasts that now jiggle with your laugh. "oh really? what's so distracting about me toru?" you purred. his pout was replaced by a smile at his favourite name. " your pretty lips every time you bite them. your chest every-time you breathe in because i can't seem to look any else." he blushed before he went on. you raised a brow. "what?"

he shook his head, a faint blush covering his cheeks. "it's nothing, i should study you're right." he nodded agreeing with your previous statement. "what is it toru?"you asked getting a bit self conscious. did you have a stain on your dress or something between your tee-

"your toes... they're so.. pretty." he looked away. you had your feet crossed and propped up on the chair between your and satoru.

you just hand noticed him staring at them. you had them freshly done. a light shade of blue that made your skin look amazing. you smirked, just barely to not warn satoru.

"thank you baby, do you like the color i got?" you asked. the white candles that sat on your feet now dangling off the chair as you kicked them off. he cleared his throat nodding. "i love it, ive never even looked at them like this before which is obviously stupid of me because they're gorgeou-" you stopped his sensitive pulling your legs off the chair and settling them in his lap with a hum.

"much comfier." you smiled going on with your assignment but you didn't. you hand written a single thing down as you watched satoru slowly lose in infront of you.

what you didn't expect however was for him to grow as hard as he did. you looked up a small smile on your lips, "satoru- are you hard right now? we are in public.." you whispered. satoru groaned again this time as needy as he would when you denied him an orgasm.

his hands wrapped around your ankles, his hips slowly began moving desperately against the sole of your foot. you could feel his hard shaft through his pants growing harder at the friction he was now creating on himself. luckily you were tucked away at the back of the library and his lap was under the table but still. his eyes closed. white lashes fluttering against his cheeks while he softly parted his lips.

it wasn't hard to guess what he was doing he didn't care for hiding it now that his beautiful girlfriend finally gave him attention, "sator-"

he just shushed you. "go, go work. you won't even notice me here, i'll be silent." he didn't open his eyes to talk to you he was gone in the pleasure.

you shook your head slightly in disbelief at your horny little pervert fucking himself against your feet in a public library but satoru had lost every fuck to give as soon as your feet landed in his lap.

really it was you who brought the match to the fire ..

so why not add some gasoline? your feet rubbed in circles in his lap. satoru almost instantly let go of your ankles allowing you to work your magic. his legs fully spread to give you all the access. your left foot slipped beneath his hard cock pressing onto his balls, applying enough pressure it felt like you were holding them. the other, moving up and down to jerk him off through his pants.

satoru grabbed the chair harshly trying to control his desperate plea's and whimpers. his head thrown back, glasses sagging down his nose — white fluffy hair floating while he leaned back as he bit his lip, a last attempt at keeping his whimpers from coming out as he came all in his pants.

he was just too cute, his little brows furrowing while his lips were slowly beading up little droplets of red from how harsh he bit into it.

when he finally came down from his high he rubbed your feet thanking you for helping him out. you just smiled sweetly. "you're welcome, toru." you moved, your arm 'accidentally' knocking a pen off the table.

it rolled halfway across the floor before it landed somewhere near satoru so out of habit he went down to grab it for you.

you spread your legs, hiking the dress up far enough so he could see your matching panties, his loud groan was enough to let you know the message was received.

you hadn't really helped him out at all, you knew how weak he was to his favourite colour on you.

"fucking hell-" he groaned but before you could react satoru was between your legs ...

maybe don't tease the nerd in his natural habitat? you will never truly know what you encounter...

masterlist

tags open!!

@sugurusplaything @notsoslightlysexual @6x-x9 @xchosos-wifex @lilithkleia @2kewlfryu @beereadzzz @hibiscussmellsgood @nanamissweetgirl @p3talswayingindesun

i’m ngl, i was writing this for nanami and thought nerdjo… we doing dat! dw my freak nanami will come out soon again

Nerd!Gojo x Nerd!You Headcanons

Part 2 ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

♡ Gojo Satoru, the prodigy. The guy who solves complex math problems in his head like it’s a simple 2+2. If someone ask him how, he’ll just smirk and say, “Just run your mind faster.” As if that makes sense.

♡ Gojo, the last-minute genius. He does his assignments at the last possible second but still gets a perfect score. People have accused him of using black magic. He doesn’t deny it.

♡ Gojo, the overanalyzer. Someone calls him a know it all as a joke, and next thing they know, they’re stuck listening to a 30-minute breakdown of why intelligence is subjective and how human perception affects knowledge.

♡ Gojo, the human stopwatch. He calculates the exact time people take to do the most random things:

Shoko takes exactly 3.2 seconds to process a joke before laughing.

Suguru sniffs his food for 2.6 seconds before deciding if it’s poisoned.

His teacher blinks an average of 18 times per minute when lecturing.

♡ Gojo, the walking encyclopedia. He acts like he knows everything psychology, physics, chemistry, math. Whether he actually does or not is debatable, but he’ll never admit he’s wrong.

♡ Gojo, the fact machine. He drops random trivia constantly, just to flex. “Did you know honey never spoils?” “Gojo, no one cares.”

♡ Gojo, the exam escape artist. He drags Suguru out to do something totally unproductive before exams, but somehow still tops the class while Suguru barely passes. Suguru has stopped questioning it.

♡ Gojo, the romance skeptic. Laughs in the face of love at first sight, listing the exact probability of it happening.

♡ Gojo, the worst date ever. He once explained The Art of War on a date. The girl left before dessert. He still doesn’t know why.

♡ Gojo, the secret romance reader. He totally didn’t get caught reading a romance novel in the library. And he totally didn’t like it.

Then, there’s you.

♡ You, the transfer student. No expression. No reaction. The class went dead silent when you walked in, as if even breathing would be too loud. The teacher praised you, and you just nodded like it didn’t matter.

♡ You, Gojo’s accidental rival. Sitting next to him was a nightmare. He asked the most stupid questions, and you ignored all of them. He assumed you were just an edgy wannabe. That made him laugh.

♡ You, the real threat. When exam results came out, Gojo was shook. For the first time, he wasn’t the top scorer. You were. And your reaction? A shrug. No smile, no satisfaction. That’s when you became interesting.

♡ Gojo, the forced study partner. He forced the teacher to make you his partner. You weren’t amused.

“Why do I need to do practicals if I already know the answer?” you questioned

“To see if it’s true or not, dummy.” He grinned, waiting for your response.

“If it’s in the book, it’s already true.” He had never wanted to strangle someone and marry them at the same time before.

♡ Gojo, the doomed fool. No one ever entertained his nerdy ramblings, but you? You matched his energy. When you started debating him on his own topics, he knew he was done for.

♡ Gojo, the AI skeptic. He swears you talk like a robot.

“That’s not an effective method.”

“This is scientifically incorrect.”

“Are you a government experiment?”

♡ Gojo, the challenge seeker. He constantly challenged you to competitions. You refused every time. “Not interested in unnecessary drama.” That hurt his soul.

♡ Gojo, the frustrated observer. He needed to see a crack in your facade. Anything. He studied your every move, trying to prove you weren’t an AI.

♡ Gojo, the mimic. He caught you muttering the pi table to regain focus. He immediately adopted the technique.

♡ Gojo, the sore winner. If he scored higher than you, he wasn’t happy he was annoyed. What’s the point if you don’t even care?

♡ Gojo, the reluctant believer. He told you about his hobbies with way too much excitement. You told him about yours, but your blank expression made him question if you were lying.

♡ Gojo, the paranoid calculator. He tried analyzing your movements, but everything about you was too precise. It freaked him out.

♡ Gojo, the not-so-subtle spy. Since you lived next to Suguru, he used that as an excuse to observe you. Every time he saw you, you were either studying or staring out the window like a lifeless statue. You caught him multiple times. Instead of yelling, you just stared at him. It was terrifying.

♡ Gojo, the insecure nerd. He nervously brought up Dungeons & Dragons, expecting you to be clueless. Instead, you knew everything. He had never felt average before.

♡ Gojo, the desk menace. He constantly poked you during class, hoping for any reaction. You just stared at him, unblinking, until he became flustered and left.

♡ Gojo, the insane conversationalist. He told you the wildest theories, and you listened like it was just another casual conversation. It drove him insane.

It took me 4 days to think of a gojo nerd scenerio 😭

And you GUYS HAVE TO REQUEST DO IT

Part 2 will be here