#ilovenerdjo

I think this was pretty fun to write. Uhh, writings still ass so don't judge for some parts🥹

DISCLAIMER, I DON’T PROOFREAD🚨🚨🔔🔔🔔

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SYNOPSIS - 🪽

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You and Satoru weren’t always the best pair. Arguing in classes, bothering eachother, just absolute nonsense. Nothing good came from you two being paired except actually getting a project done since you were both smart enough to keep up. So how’d you two come to the conclusion of fake dating?

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Mean nerdjo, Degrading(slightly), dry humping, slight dacryphilia, masochistic behavior.

IN CLASS - 🤍

You and Satoru sat next to each there, usually in the middle of the class next to two other tables. Writing down notes for physics when you asked a question. One SINGULAR question he opens his mouth. “You’re really fucking dumb, aren’t you?” His cheek in his hand as his arm was propped up on the table and he snickered looking at you.

You shot back annoyed, “Call me stupid but asking questions gets me somewhere. Unlike you, you’re stuck on the same assignment from a week ago unless YOU just didn’t do it.” The smirk faded as his face grew questioning and cocky. “A week? Hah? I finished that long ago. Unless you’re too stupid to remember.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed. Mumbling a “Whatever.” 

Class ended and you packed up first and he followed, yapping to you trying to get on your nerves as you stopped and turned around, angrily expressing “Y’know, if this is how you flirt with girls, you honestly suck!” He cocked his head slightly, staring down at you crossing his arms replying, “Flirt? With you? Hah!” He gawked at the idea of even TRYING to get at you. His smirk grew again, condescending. “Who would date a girl like you? You’re bratty, a bitch, and loud. How unattractive is that?” You immediately replied “Unattractive my ass! I see you stare at me every now and then you really cant be serious. Plus a guy like you, dickish, condescending, and overall rude? Tch. No girl wants that. I would be perfect in a relationship.” He scoffed, pushing up his glasses

“Then why’re you single? Hm? Cause no one wants someone like you. Bitch.” Your hand connected with his face almost immediately, head snapping to the side. Realizing what you did, you took a step back, immediately reevaluating the distance. As he held his cheek, feeling the sting come in as he hissed, his tongue pressing against the inside of his mouth as you spoke “..You deserved that.” He was blushing slightly, smiling, looking back over at her. Mumbling. “See? You’re a bitch.” You got irritated again, almost yelling “I am no-“ you sighed, stopping. “Honestly, you aren’t worth it. I’m not arguing whether I’d be good in a relationship or not. Either way we’d know you’d be horrible.” He rubbed his cheek, sighing. “Then why don’t we just date eachother? Not for real real but y’know. For fun. Fake, no love, no feelings. Who knows, maybe even sex could happen.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes “as if. Why would I date YOU. For fun at that?” He frowned, grabbing your hand. “Cmon. Valentine’s day is coming up and I know you’re alone. You never talk to any other guy rather than me and if you do, you never have interest. Don’t you want someone for that day?” Staring, taking interest finally but pulling your hand back. “Maybe I would. And so what if I’m not dating anyone, I’m NOT taking you up on this. Why would I get with you, even if it’s fake.” He sighed “You’re really stubborn.” He scratched his head and you scoffed. “Are you that desperate for a girlfriend that you come to me for something like that. That’s cute but Toru, baby. I’m not interested.”

He leaned back up, yawning. “I could get a girlfriend easily. They ask me out every week y’know but I’m not interested. Your little friend Tila asked on Monday. Maybe I should’ve gotten with her to piss you off.” Your face grew irritated as you turned around “Y’know. I’m not doing this with you. Why would I get mad over you dating someone. Let alone one of my friends I don’t like you. Do what you want.”

He let her go, but yelling out as she began to walk away. “Just think about it, okay? Romance is boring, yeah. BUT wouldn’t it genuinely be fun to just act like that? Like we’re teenagers fooling around?” You responded still walking away, a slight smile on your face. “I’ll get back to you on that.” You left, getting in your car and going home. Once you got to your apartment you took a shower and then dried off. Putting on moisturizer, blowdrying your hair, brushing it as you got dressed in a tanktop and sweat pants as you laid down and put your arm over your head. Muttering, “He’s so weird. I don’t know how he came to that conclusion “Oh, since we both think we can’t do good in a relationship, let’s fake date with benefits!”” You scoffed, laughing at the thought.

Then, your smile faded as your face grew a little hot. “He is attractive. And Valentine’s day is coming up, I don’t particularly want to be alone.” You sat up, leaning against your headboard, knees to your face. “Ahhh.. Satoru Gojo. Such a stupid, stupid man you are.”

You wanted to take him up on the offer but didn’t want to give in so easily. The next day a man took your interest. Some guy from your anatomy class. Satoru noticed cause you were talking to him less so one day he cornered you. “What, was my offer that bad? So bad it drove you away? Stop ignoring me.” you sighed and responded. “Cmon. It’s nothing like that. I’m just.. y’know?.. exploring my options!..yeah..” he scoffed, clicking his tongue and tilting his head. A mocking tone lurking in.  “You like someone.” You paused and looked away.

“Not like. Just interested.” He groaned, leaning away, “so? Who is it.” You scoffed. “As if I would tell you. Hah! You’re INSANE if you think I trust you enough with confidential information like that.” He saw your eyes go towards a guy who walked out of class, some dude that had a stereotypical look that screamed “I’m not good for you and I have an ego bigger than the world!” And he looked at you. “Really? Are you kidding me.” Your face flushed as you walked past him “Whatever satoru! It doesn’t matter!”

He sighed, speaking. “He’s friends with Suguru. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna go to a party on Saturday, come if you want to talk to him. It’s at that house on Wilker street. You’ll know when you see it.” You paused, looking back at him. Tilting your head a little. “Thank..you” he looked away, scratching his head. “Yeah. Whatever.”

ON SATURDAY, 9:27PM. - 🪽

You wore flare jeans with sneakers and a long sleeve v low cut. Your hair was down and your bangs were in a side part. You had on a bra that made your chest look more appealing than usual and a necklace that had a star on it was propped up nicely. You went inside and scanned the room. Soon enough, your heart fluttered as you saw the guy. You debated on whether to go or leave it alone, but you decided to go, walking up to him, tapping his shoulder.

He looked back and saw you. “? Hello.” You looked away. Scratching your head slightly, looking back at him. His face looked mocking. You felt sick. “Uhm..I was just wondering if you had a girlfriend?. I’m just..curious.” He paused, then tilted his head, laughing almost. “I don’t. But even if I did I wouldn’t go for you. You look so skimpy, no one wants someone who shows off their body like that.” Your brain paused. Skimpy? SKIMPY. YOU WERE FULLY COVERED EXCEPT FOR CLEAVAGE SHOWING. SKIMPY. That embarrassed, flushed demeanor faded instantly as you looked up, cocking your head to the side with an aggravated tone. “Hahh?. Skimpy? Are you kidding me?” He laughed, replying. “Yeah. Skimpy. Your sluttish look, don’t think I don’t know what you are. You’ve probably bed alot of men, huh?” You stared, then your hand connected with his face. Hard, so hard he stumbled. Sighing, as your hand returned to your side. Everyone was staring at you. “I don’t know who think you are, but that’s not how you talk to a lady. Let alone one that could probably get more pussy than you.”

You scoffed and walked away. Satoru was looking at him and he began laughing, but not for long as he turned back in your direction seeing your shaky demeanor as you walked out. He could see your arms going up, almost like to wipe your face as you walked out.

He wormed past everyone, walking past the guy. Turns out it was Naoya. Stinky guy, amirite? He declared “You deserved it.” as he went after you. You were out in the front yard, going back to your car, sniffling before Satoru caught your wrist. He was wearing a minecraft shirt with baggy jeans and sneakers. Fucking loser. Regardless if you guys argued and fought alot, he cared enough to ask. “You okay?” You paused. Shoulder shaking, sniffling, nodding your head. You didn’t turn around. His face scrunched as he tried to turn you around but you basically wrestled with him for him to not see your wet crying face. He eventually turned you around, pulling your hands away and sighed.

“God, you’re so stubborn. Why are you crying??” You sniffled, wiping your face. “What do you mean why? If you were a girl and got aired out like that, just because of how you were dressed, wouldn’t you be hurt? Especially by a guy you liked.” He snickered, looking away, mocking you. “Ohh, but I thought you only had interest-“ you retorted, voice breaking “SHUT UP! Don’t mock me, Satoru. You can do it any other time, just—not now.” Your flushed embarrassed demeanor came back. This was awful. You started crying harder, and he frowned. He knew you were still a girl, but he was so used to you being so mouthy and not being, well— so whiny. This was new. And honestly.. it kinda got him bothered. He held your face, thumb wiping away your tears, murmuring, “Stop crying, it gets me confused with how to react. I want you mouthy and rude. Not..whatever this is.” He hugged you, rubbing your back as you froze. 

Eventually, you let him hug you and you hugged back. You didn’t reply. He ended up taking you home with your car cause he didn’t want you to drive in a state like that. The car was quiet, and he held your hand the whole ride. You looked out the window. He got back to your apartment complex, as he parked and spoke. “We’re here.” You looked at him. “How are you gonna get home? You took my car.” He sighed, hand running through his hair. “I’m like, a hundred percent sure Shoko lives here. She can drive me back, even if she doesn’t want to I’ll force her.” You frowned, grip on his hand tightening. “Okay. Are you gonna walk me in?” He looked at you, looking at your hand, then your face. “D’you want me to?” Your face grew red. “N-no, you don-“

He cut you off. “I would’ve regardless. Don’t get so jittery with me now.” You both got out the car as he held your purse, going inside and up the stairs. You guys got to your apartment,and he went in to put your purse down in your room as you sat down. He scratched his head, stretching. “Well, I’m off.” He began to walk away, but you grabbed his wrist. He felt warm. He turned around as your muttered “stay.” came out. He stared at you, then spoke. “Have you hit your head? Why would I stay? Don’t tell me you’ve become-“ he saw your face. You looked like you wanted to cry again. He sighed and sat down, hand pulling your head towards him.

He played with your hair before your arms wrapped around him. His hand moved to hold your face, making you look at him. “You’re such a baby.” You pouted in his hands. “I’m sorry. I didnt mean to make you do all this tonight.” He paused. Then replied softly, “I did this willingly. I didn’t let you drive home, I decided to go after you when you walked out.” His thumb ran over your cheek occasionally. “M’not mad at you. I don’t have a reason to be angry.” Your heart fluttered. No way. No WAY. For him? For SATORU. You can’t like him. You can’t begin to either! You ignored the thoughts in your head, leaning in closer.

His eyes flicked to your lips, then your eyes. “What’re you doing?” Your hand traveled from his back to his face. Eyes looking up at him. Mumbling, “I don’t know.” You kissed him, and he let you. Not a minute later, he kissed back softly. Hand traveling to your waist, back against the bed now. He was over you, arms on either side of you, panting slightly. “You sure you don’t want to fake date?” You paused, arms wrapping around him. “I meant to talk about that. If we do that, that means, well would sex be included? Physical contact?” he paused, scoffing “Is that only what you want me for?” You looked at him, hands on the side of his neck. “Well..yeah. You said no feelings. And I’m assuming the only one either of us can get is from promiscuity.”

He leaned down. “Yeah. That deal includes sex then.” You looked at him, bringing him down to kiss you, his body going between your legs as he grinded slightly. Your hips jerked slight as you whined a little. “Then yeah. Fake dating. Let’s do it.” He smiled against your lips, murmuring. “That’s my girl.” Full on grinding against you now, you could feel how hard he was and everytime he moved, it rubbed just right between your folds on your clit.  You shivered as he began to mess with your pants. Trying to get them off as you let him and you got his off. Precum was leaking through his boxers before you sighed.

“Only humping today? No penetration?” He groaned “No “baby”, no penetration. I’m sure that both of us are too tired to try and have actual sex, I’m so sorry you won’t be getting actual “intercourse” tonight.” You scoffed. “You sound stupid when you say that. That’s not how you dirty talk. “Intercourse” Seriously?” He shut you up by taking his dick out and sliding it against your panties. Your hands clenched around the bed as a moan slipped out. “Wait…hah.. too much already..” you looked down. He was big. Huge. His tip had a pretty soft pink flush color as well as precum leaked out of it. You flushed looking back up at him, his eyes were half lidded and unfocused as yours were half lidded but alert. He got faster and it stimulated you quickly, mind going into a scramble fast, so all you could do was hold onto him and he put his face in your neck. He whined into your neck, moaning. Vocal he was and you loved it honestly. When your nails dug into his back, that was his final straw. 

He kissed your neck before cumming and your hands clawed into his back as you came with him. He ruined your panties. His body grew limp against you as he muttered. “We should’ve done it normally.” You held him tightly. “No way in hell would I have let you stick that in me. Genuinely would’ve ruined my insides” He laughed softly, looking up at you, “Wouldn’t have been that bad.” You both sat there for a while, then, he kissed you. You were surprised but kissed back, his arms wrapping around you. Murmuring against your lips. “Take as much as you need from me from now on. I’ll give it to you. He began to grow lazy and he fell asleep. He didn’t even clean up! But you sighed, rubbing his head, taking off his glasses and putting them on the nightstand. Words repeating in your head, “Don’t fall inlove.” This’ll be tricky.

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