Nerd!Toji leaving class to fuck his fist at the thought of you <3
C/W: Masturbation, flirty reader, he's obsessed with you lowkey, fantasies.
!ARTWORK BY YOUKA.I, they did an amazing job omg wow im gna nut!
“F-fuck, Mmm–haah”
His fist pumped fast, free hand holding his shirt up—gripping the fabric as he stroked himself.
It wasn’t easy, sitting beside you all day.
The tantalizing scent of your fragrance, the way you’d smile at him as you sat—giving him a soft nod, your honeyed tone asking to see his math notes and how you’d speak the words all hushed and quiet—easily swapped out by dirty secrets in his daydreams.
Running his thumb along the tip, he slid his thick fingers up and down, careful to apply pressure along every ridge and vein, picturing you pressed against the stall door, his pelvis reddened from the loud plap! of his thrusts.
He felt so dirty,
so wrong.
The cute—kind, clever, funny—girl who he had met only a few months prior had already taken over every thought that crossed his mind, forcing him into fits of restless arousal and vivid fantasies.
One particularly shameful night, he sat at his desk, placidly reviewing his notes till he saw a little scribble at the bottom of the page—a silly doodle you had done while he wasn't paying attention.
It was a bulbous purple worm with a pencil sticking out of its mouth, the words 'feed me mommy!' written above its head in a swirly speech bubble. He chuckled at it, pulled out his phone and snapped a photo.
Cute he thought, sparkly pen ink shimmering under his desk lamp, the same pens you'd use to write your unnecessarily color-coded notes, the same notes you'd copy off of him cause you were too busy doodling in his notebooks to actually pay attention.
His cock twitched at the thought of how your fingers would wrap around his arm to move it out of the way—giving yourself more real estate for your doodles on his lined paper. He leaned back, watching the imprint of his growing hard-on press up against his sweats.
Fuck.
So he did what any man would naturally do in this scenario—he pulled his dick out. It sat there semi-limply as he debated—would it be fucked up if i jerked off to a gross (but very cute) doodle of a chunky worm calling me mommy? Yes, probably, but am i really jerking off to the worm or...
His mind replayed images of you hunched—basically sprawled over his desk like you lived there—frantically darting your eyes back and forth to copy his notes before class began. The way your plush thighs rubbed against him, the faint scent of vanilla and magic that danced across your skin.
He simply couldn't help himself.
But now it had gone too far, sneaking out of class to rub one out after you had dropped an eraser between his legs, innocently leaning down to pick it up. His body stiffened immediately—afraid to move—but his eyes settled on the curve of your hunched back and the barely noticeable arch that formed as you struggled to reach.
"Toji, can you grab it please? I can't reach." You pushed yourself back up on his knees, leaning back into your seat with a huff.
He did—very, very quickly at that—before quietly excusing himself to the bathroom to express the throbbing between his thighs.
A hand pressed firmly against the stall door, black Converse grounding his trembling legs to the linoleum floor of the bathroom. With a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead, soft huffs and moans rolled off his tongue, mouth hanging agape as his hand worked his cock—squeezing and pumping in a weak attempt to mimic how he'd imagined the tight squeeze of your cunt.
"F-fuuck," he breathed, glasses slowly slipping off the bridge of his nose.
He wanted you so primally, in every sense of the word—to hold you, touch you, kiss you, feel you. You were always there beside him, in more classes than necessary. All pressed up against him, passing silly notes and smiling with those sparkly doe eyes and soft lips.
How could he not daydream about fucking you?
He envisioned you there with him, face pressed up against the door—bottoms tugged down to your knees as he pounded his thick cock into your cunt, kissing your cervix as he pummeled you to the hilt. He'd purr filthy words in your ears, calling you a tease—how naive you were for getting so close to him, not knowing how badly he'd ruin you given the chance.
The squeeze of his fingers sent shocks of pleasure through his body, eyes fluttering shut—almost feeling the tight choke of your gooey cunt. He wanted to feel you so desperately, unable to get his mind off of how pretty you'd look stretched around him, how he'd breed your sweet pussy, taste it, ruin it.
His rhythm stuttered, large hand coaxing ropes of cum out from his throbbing length—splattering against the bathroom floor. Breath shaking in his lungs, his chest heaved as he came down from his high.
The aftermath was always shameful. Pulling his pants back up, he fumbled with his phone to check the time—3:47, still another 13 minutes of class left before he could go home and think about you all over again.
He held his head low, avoiding the gaze of anyone he'd cross in the hallways, graphic tee softly catching the slick sweat on his abs as he clumsily tugged his zip-up back onto his broad shoulders.
"There you are, thought you ditched me." you teased, elbow planted on the desk as you leaned over, glossed lips tugged into a soft grin.
"Yeah, sorry about that." He slid into the seat beside you, fidgety and restless. "Just, had to take care of somethin' important."
He could've sworn you were doing it on purpose. Your eyelashes fluttered gently, eyes grazing over every detail of his face like you were trying to memorize it. "Well, if you don't have anything important after class, wanna help me study?"
His breath caught in his throat, unsure of if he could survive another couple of hours with you without popping another boner that he'd have to sneak off and relieve.
"Fine,"
The way you perked up, smiling ear to ear—he already knew he was fucked. "I don't know how you'd survive this class without moochin' off my notes." He continued.
"Shut up, you love it." a smug grin plastered across your face, eyes narrowed and teasing.
Fuck, that was hot.
This was gonna be a very, very long semester.
A/N: HIIIIIII. hope u enjoyed LMAO this was lowkey tame but if i make a pt 2 TRUST and BELIEVE he's gna eat u out while you read his notes out loud and stop every time u stop reading LOL anyyywayyyss love u xx bye
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an: do we like the visuals? i figured it would make me stand out as a writer on here idk tho like but youka.i on tt doin they BIG one like oh wow….oh wow switching my phone into my left hand oh wow
you knew toji was going to call. how could he resist you? everyone adored you. you tried your hardest so he would notice you, and you think it worked.
yes of course you love looking nice, that’s a given, but when there’s no one special to look nice for, sometimes you’re slacking. sweatsuits, track suits, pjs, you’ve worn it to school many times. but this semester? after toji started? after the first time you saw him in the halls wearing a delicious compression shirt under his jacket which was falling off his big yummy shoulders? and seeing him in those sweatpants? ever since then you’ve been locked in on dressing cute, putting effort into your looks so that maybe, just maybe, he’d stop and stare like everyone else. you’ve become a princess to the people in a way. but you were only worried about him.
and you couldn’t take it anymore! it was eating you up, he was so sexy! you were going to wait a little longer, see if he would speak first, but then your arch nemesis on campus was telling people how hot she thought he was! and you knew she was going to try and sleep with him, the nasty bitch. as soon as you heard that you realized you had to take action and do something, hence the note. and now you’re just waiting for the call.
you didn’t really do stuff like this with guys. nobody on campus really caught your eye like toji. and even then you never just went up to guys and said lemme suck your dick! first time for everything, you suppose. a part of you is really nervous, what if that stupid slut got to him first? what if he was never going to call because she was sucking him off!! you became less and less nervous and more and more angry. you leg bounces as you sit on your couch, watching your phone. and suddenly, it buzzes. you jump up immediately and scramble to grab your phone. you toss your hair back behind you, clear your throat and pick up.
“hello?” you say in a sexy tone. no response. just breathing.
“hey..” it’s him!! eek!! you have a huge grin on your face and your happily stomp your feet. then covering the speaker, you clear your throat again before going back.
“hi. how are you?”
“i’m..fine..”
“and you called cuz you read my note?”
he cleared his throat. “yeah…uhm..” he didn’t say anything. your stomach was doing flips like simone biles.
“and what’d you think of it?” you sweetly say. he groans softly.
“fuck, i need you.” you slam your body onto the couch and kick your feet in the air, silently screaming. then you turn back to your phone.
“i need you too…you wanna come over? i wanna see you.” he groans again.
“yeah, fuck, i’ll be there.”
“kk, i’ll text you.” he just hums and you hang up the phone. you let out a cheer and stand on the couch, jumping and dancing on top of it. then it hits you. you have to get ready for him. you let out a maniacal giggle and hop off the couch, grabbing your phone and going straight to the bathroom.
first thing you do is remelt your lace, slap a band on top and put your hair into big rollers. next, you quickly wash your face put on some primer for makeup. patting you face so hard and quickly to apply makeup, using a little portable fan to quickly dry each stage. while your makeup bakes that’s when you brush your teeth like your life depends on it. over and over you scrub the back of your tongue aggressively. you’ve been practicing deep throating on your dildo for like two weeks because you knew this day was coming. you rinse your mouth multiple times with that burning spearmint before finishing your makeup. once that’s done and your finishing touches are on, you put a very slutty top that shows off your cleavage just in case he was a tit job too. you drown yourself in perfume and right as you take your rollers out, there’s a heavy knock on your door. you squeal, finish up and rush to the door. you stand in front of the door, toss your hair back behind your shoulders, take a deep breath in, and open the door.
there he is. standing there in a big oversized hoodie and his chunky glasses. you clench around nothing just at the sight at him. you lean against the door, pushing your tits up even more so.
“hi,” you whisper seductively. he gulps, eyes scanning you up and down. “wanna come inside?” he nods and you step to the side letting him in. he removes his ugg slippers and sets his keys down on your little side table. you watch him with curiosity as he saunters through your apartment. he examines the posters on the walls, pictures scattered around and little stuffed animals. way more lived in, way more personality. the opposite of his place. you close the door and follow behind him, like you were following a lost baby to make sure it got around safely. he finally rests on your couch, letting out a small sigh before looking out at the city through your big windows. you sit next to him, feeling incredibly small beside him. he’s looks down at you, examining you again.
“i don’t really do stuff like this so…i don’t know how to start,” he says with a slight chuckle at the end. you smile at him and look up at him, batting your lashes. “fuck, you stay teasin’ me.” he mutters, snaking his arm around you and gripping your ass from behind. you do a subtle look behind you to see his huge hand on you before turning back to him. entwining your perfect princess curls in your fingers and twirling them you, you look up to him.
“who, me?”
“don’t play coy with me. walkin’ around campus with your sexy ass out in shorts ‘n shit. walkin’ by me lookin’ so fine,” he leans down, encasing you with his body before kissing your neck. “and your note…got me so hard readin’ it.”
his face dives deeper into you neck and you can’t help but smile at his confession. he keeps kissing, and now licking along your neck which makes your eyes roll back ever so slightly and your legs part. a small moan comes out of your mouth and he squeezes your hips. he takes one of your hands and moves it down to press it against his dick, which is so hard and hot beneath his sweats. you rub your hand up and down, the friction makes him groan right into your neck and then he bites down. he takes his hand and begins rubbing your clit through your shorts. he’s hitting all the right spots and occasionally taking the pressure off your clit to shallowly dive into your clothed pussy. and he was humping against your hand, now more feverishly kisses upwards until he finally caught your mouth. his kissing is sloppy and hungry, pushing his tongue in your mouth and butting your bottom lip. you couldn’t stop letting out little moans as he pushes hard and rubs deeper. you rub your one hand around his length and start trying to pump and use the other to try and push off his hoodie. he pulls back from you.
“wait,” he mutters. he pulls a nintendo switch out of his pocket and sets it on the couch. “okay.” then he takes his hoodie off. you could’ve only imagined how absurdly ripped he was, but seeing it in person takes it to whole new level. his body is crazy, so big and muscular. you whine a little and he chuckles.
“whiny baby,” he softly says, caressing your cheek with his thumb. he then looks over to the windows and smirks. “c’mere.” he gets up, taking your hand and lifting you too before leading you over to the window. he stands in front of them, side facing them.
“on your knees.” he commands. you never would have expected him to be so demanding and rough with the way he speaks to you, it’s so fucking sexy. you immediately do what he says. you sit perched underneath him, his bulge blocking your face ever so slightly. he completely towers over you. his hand comes to your head and entangles with your hair, gripping it. you smile up at him as you crawl your fingers up to his waistband and tug. his smirks down at you, faint blush on his cheeks. you slowly pull his pants and boxers down lower and lower until his dick is released and almost hits you in the face.
“fuck,” you whisper. this is way longer than your dildo. how are you gonna take all that? it’s so big with thick vines running rampant, standing up with its curve and a blushed tip.
“don’t worry baby, you got it.” he says in such a condescending tone. you whimper a little, looking it straight in the eye. the slit is leaking so much precum and it makes you remember exactly what you’ve trained for. you look up at him, making direct eye contact before you wrap your lips around his tip. his eyebrows angle upwards and he lets out a little moan. you tongue his slit, pressing up on it and he groans louder. slowly but surely you move further down, struggling to fit him all in your mouth, little coughs and gags coming out. but the way he’s moaning above you strokes your ego, so you keep going. you can’t take him all the way but you do what you can.
the sounds of your mouth and throat resonate in your living room along with toji’s heavy breathing and soft moans. you pull yourself off his dick to spit on it, making it sloppier. toji gives you a grin as he pushes up his glasses. you watch the spit drip down his delicious cock and down to his heavy balls. it’s like you’re in a trance because the glimmer from the spit makes you unable to look away from them and you dive straight for them. you lick a stripe up the middle of them which causes toji to grip the fuck out of your hair and groan loudly. you take them in your mouth, one at a time, sucking and pulling down on them while stroking his dick with your free hand.
“fuck!” he pulls you off his balls with a yank of your head. you look up at him, so dazed, cockdrunk, and confused. he slams your mouth back on his dick and moves you down. your eyes widen and you look up at him, patting the back of his thighs.
“uhn uhn. i’m gonna have my way with you,” he says gently, so much contrast from his actions. he pressed your face all the way down to his pelvic bone, a spit bubble coming out of your mouth. you pat his legs harder, you feel like you can’t breathe. that’s when he guides you back to the tip before pushing you back in again. he’s using you like a toy, like a pocket, just skull fucking you. his head is tossed back while both his hands are on either side of your head, using you so carelessly. even though you protested at first, you can’t stop moaning and you’re so unbelievably wet. there’s probably a puddle beneath you. you can’t even think about coughing or gagging with how fast and aggressive he’s using you. as he uses you more and more roughly, you suck him harder.
“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” curses spill from his lips as he uses you faster and faster. “fuck, i’m gonna cum!” he moans. he rips you off his dick and points his dick straight at your face, cumming almost immediately. hot cum hits all over your face and your chest, you open your mouth wide hoping to catch some of it. his dick twitches up frequently as he finishes, a string of cum hanging from the tip. you catch it from the bottom, licking his tip clean. he tastes good, sharp like citrus.
“dammit…don’t do this shit with nobody else from campus, you hear me?” you nod with a dumb smile on your face and rest your cheek on his dick. he chuckles. he rests his arm up against the window and you quickly remember you’re in front of the window! you gasp, cover your mouth in a dramatic fashion and look down at the city through the window. toji lets out a little laugh and traces your face with his fingers. specifically the cum splotches left on your face. then he wraps his fingers in one of your curls.
“go on baby, show everyone what you earned.”
——
“i dont get it, why can’t you just get it?”
“cuz its legendary, i dont have a master ball. im pissed, fuck, lemme try a regular ball.” toji lays cuddled up with you, in your plushy pink princess bed, playing the 30th anniversary pokemon remastered game. you’re kinda bored though, you don’t really play games like that. as he grunts and grumbles over his game, you slide your leg over him and brush his dick once or twice. he gives you a side eye, his glasses reflecting his screen.
“wha’cha doing?” he mumbles. you shrug but slide your hand under his hoodie and focus your foot ontop of his cock.
“can i suck it while you play?” you whisper directly in his ear before licking his lobe. you feel his dick twitch under you.
nerdoji who isn't the dorky and meek nerd stereotype, but instead the smart and intimidating genius
nerdoji who's sooo cocky
nerdoji who's the mean kind of nerd because he thinks (knows) that he's better than you
nerdoji who has a giant superiority complex. he wasn't born naturally gifted, he worked hard to get this far. automatically, that means he's better. it kind of makes you wonder who he's trying to prove himself to
nerdoji who's a kinesiology major, because i said so, and because he can utilize his intelligence in a physical form
nerdoji who says "oh, you found that hard?" because he didn't. a polite way of saying haha loser
nerdoji who's the type to correct you on every little thing you get slightly wrong. it's so annoying, really, but his way of trying to flirt
nerdoji who's got impressive muscles to match that big, beautiful brain of his, yet you never see him in anything except a jacket and sweatpants. he dresses like a total bum, but that's simply bcs he's too focused on learning -- he couldn't give a damn about his looks
nerdoji who cracks his knuckles like he's about to start a fight, but he's literally just diving into another assignment
nerdoji, who doesn't talk much outside of class. people describe him as anti - social, overly indifferent, and rude -- he didn't seem to like people very much and was obviously content not being liked in return
nerdoji who you happen to get paired up with in some way or another (studying, tutoring, group project. guys literally whatever), and he surprises you with how gentle he can be in private. he takes the time to explain the material to you, slow and patient, until you have a better understanding of it
nerdoji who lets out a soft hum of approval when you get something right after struggling, scarred lip quirking up in a gentle smile as he leans back. "see? knew you'd get it."
nerdoji who lowkey likes when you ask questions bcs it's just an excuse for him to flaunt his intelligence and (hopefully) impress you
nerdoji who leans over your shoulder to point out something in your textbook, feeling warmth radiate off his body as his voice drops lower -- quieter, more focused
nerdoji, who pushes you hard to focus on your studies, using every bribe he can. it's persistent and frustrating, but he really just wants you to succeed
nerdoji who, at some point as you both become closer, begins to take extra notes just for you. his handwriting is surprisingly neat, like the effort he puts in his academic life just never runs out
nerdoji who tells you "attagirl" when you pass a test
nerdoji whose glasses slip down his nose every time he's really concentrated on homework, and his brows are all knitted together, and his jaw is visibly hardened and rguihgdds
nerdoji who doesn't know how to handle praise. you tell him he's impressive, and he'll just shrug it off with a smirk
nerdoji who either smells like sweaty hot ass or clean laundry and spice. i'm undecided
summary: toji was supposed to stay an unshakeable and unsociable person but you come by threatening to change his assigned destiny
song recs: vanilla sky. wrong faces. butterflies. by brent faiyaz
toji fushiguro was the first thing you’d see of you searched up antisocial. you were the very opposite of that and sadly for him you’d made it your mission to befriend the very unfriendly giant.
toji isn’t the most outgoing person and we know this. but we also know that normal introverted people never growl at someone for asking for a pen that he had like forty replicas of. for the sole purpose of him hating interactions with people that he didn’t have to have.
that’s why the library became his second home, silent and serene was his preferred environment so he’d be there before and after school and all his breaks. the librarian saw him so much even started letting him get first pick of the new books that came in.
it would’ve been the perfect place but of course the gremlins he shares earth with decided to become very unwanted roommates the minute finals came around, which forced him to stay in his room which was even worse because yuji acted like he didn’t have one to go back to and spent all his time next door.
the two of you met in the very cliché bumping into each other but you were the only one that suffered because that nerd had serious muscle.
he was about to walk away before you started shrieking about the fact that he might’ve broken the phone you just got. you demanded he picked it up which he didn’t, just sighed and told you it was a dumb choice to not have a phone case but who would hide the gorgeous colour of the back glass.
you finally got a good look at him and realised that had to be megumi’s older brother. you always heard he was an oaf but due to him shielding himself away from the public you never got to see his pretty face for yourself. and you just had to see it again so with a little convincing of his little brother you got his number.
not wanting face embarrassment on your own you decided to gather shoko and yuki as emotional support. the yuki was laying down at the side of you whilst you sat against the headboard and shoko sat at the open window unlit cigarette twisting between her fingers. “surprised you’d care enough to get his number.” she says pulling a lighter from her back pocket.
“what’s that supposed to mean.”
“that he’s not your usual. maybe a gojo or a sukuna.”
“i’d rather not the definition of ran through
you [10:47 pm] toji right ;)
toji [10:52 pm] no.
you [10:53 pm] anyway its me the very gorgeous girl you nearly ran over
toji [10:53 pm] i don’t drive.
you [10:54 pm] it’s a metaphor u should know. plus megumi says you drive him around a lot?
toji [10:55] suspended.
you [10:55] why
toji [10:56] speeding.
you [10:56] here i thought you guys were slow 🐌
toji [10:56] you guys meaning?
you [10:57] y’know extra smart guys, writes essays for fun 🥸
he left you on read but that just made you burst out laughing earning you a few weird looks from the girls next to you, god he really was funny without trying.
-
you started to seek him out on campus and to his dismay started discovering the hiding spots he’d used to hide from incessant talkers like you. he d only sigh and grunt or the very occasional leave me alone but of course you ignored.
sitting across from him at every library visit; tapping him and moving his books so you could get in an inch of conversation which apparently he struggled greatly with. at least with you.
he’d complain to megumi that his weird friend wouldn’t leave him alone and you’d be standing right there smiling as if he were talking about someone else. megumi would reprimand you just so he’d stop complaining but you noticed the very faint smile he had, toji did too and you could tell because the hidden smirks between you caused him to start grumbling all over again and muttering something not so faintly about being surround by idiots whilst walking away.
another time yuji somehow convinced megumi to have a party at his and he clearly didnt think to mention to toji that his best friend was at the top of the guest list.
you danced through the party hand in hand wth shoko until she got lost in the crowd, turning to the stairs to reach some high ground you bumped into something hands splaying on the same chest they had before. “tojiiii” you laughed. he wondered why you would even know why it was him but there was no other reason than your strangeness.
“dont tell me you were looking for me.” he groans still expecting a yes or a comment he can only stare at in response.
“as if. im looking for my very lost wife, shoko.” you said matter of factly and weirdly he felt off because you were meant to be chasing after him that’s what’s normal.
right?
becuase weirdly you just started to be there like it wasn’t a game or something you had to conquer. and it became silence that was comfortable and he didn’t want it to be. he’d be sitting face so close to the textbook it was like he was going to enter it. glasses resting in his nose bridge whilst you sat opposite sometimes glancing up at him, the rest in your phone because not even your infatuation with him could force you to actually open a book and learn.
he’d often wondered if he could change that, make you see that you didn't have to be a so called nerd to do well. though he’s never seen you study you had to be doing something to not be failing but then again it wouldn’t be a shock if someone was getting paid. he quickly grimaced at the thought. you paying someone else to do assignments he could do with his eyes closed.
so what if you’ve asked him a million times and he’s said no he was the only smart person that you were supposed to know. the rest could be the stupid frat guys and sorority girls but any other nerd wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near your social circle.
he scoffed but helped you up the stairs anyway like he wasn’t about to get the party shutdown so he could right an essay on tectonic plates and whatever bullshit about the earths core. you peer over the banister trying to focus on the many blurry faces in the dimly lit room. he wasn’t helping. he couldn’t. not when your face actually looked focused and not the doom scrolling kind the one where you were actually needed whatever you were looking at.
but did it have to be someone that wasn’t him?
your features were highlighted by the led’s that they bought to bring some sort of light into the den they made out of his house. and it shouldn’t have made him feel so weird and he knew what it was. it wasn’t some foreign thing because it’d been explained to him by everyone. family telling him that ‘he’ll feel it soon enough’ and or ‘when you know you’ll know’.
he knows but he doesn’t want to. and why you. not because you aren’t his type cause god that’d be a lie. there was nothing that connected you except his brother and your weird fascination that is bound to dissipate the second he gives in. so no he isn’t meant to feel this way and definitely not for someone that’s probably been through this thousands of times. when you would be his first.
because lets face it he didn’t think of himself much of a looker. fucked up scar tracing down his lips, weird towering frame that would look good on a guy that plays a sport and isn’t walking down every hallway looking down at people like he wants to kill them.
maybe he was just hallucinating, not from weed or a random drink but staring at his computer 24/7 and making sure the brightness was at max because his glasses stopped helping a long time ago.
“what’s with the mute act.” brings him out of his thoughts, he doesn’t bother to look back at you. maybe he wouldn’t be able to stop staring if he did you looked up at him and paused a smile quickly creeping on your face. “the whole hard to get thing gets boring, just say you miss me.”
“i don’t think it’s possible to miss you because you’re always here.” you finally stop leaning over the wood some ominous fear of heights washing over you. probably a side effect from whatever shoko had in her cup because she’s always had a higher tolerance than you. “like you’re telling me to leave.” you quip noticing a thread you can’t help but pick at the stray red string on his sweater. “shut up.” he turns his head back to the crowd below. “seems like your wife is busy.”
he points over to the ivory couch and lo and behold she’s sat with a pretty girl to her side who definitely isn’t used to whatever she’s saying. “so much for inseparable.” you sigh more to yourself than him but he takes it into account either way.
against everything the logic focused part of his brain said (which was the majority.) “you can uh... watch a movie if you wanted. with me.” he said the last two words so soft so there could be the chance you didn’t hear and he wouldn’t feel so embarrassed.
you mockingly rolled your eyes already eyeing the room to see who you could dance with next. he had to be joking though that annoying sarcasm you knew all to well didn’t seem to follow. instead it was shy and shrunken but again it was probably a joke he’d laugh at if you had agreed.
“yeah right.” you snorted already letting go of him and making your way down the first steps. “w-”, he clears his throat hand softly reaching out for your arm. “why?” your eyes meet his searching for some sort of clue as to what he’s up to but they couldn’t find anything.
“you mean it?” the confidence that was barely there depletes to nothing because your staring at him all wide eyed blinking like he told you he won the lottery. he looks away hand leaving you and dragging slowly down his face and with a shaky voice he says “i- i mean if you want.”
his stomach twists when you walk towards him wrapping your hands around a freakishly large bicep. the comfort didn’t feel odd but he knew it should’ve infact in took him to a forbidden place in his mind where he’d imagined that maybe the two of you were more than friends.
somewhere it was normal for him be the one to initiate the hug instead of standing there like a tree or text with some sort of emotion withought over thinking his tone and just settling for being blunt because he always is but thats not how he wanted to be with you.
just before he could settle into the thought he pushed it away with a deep and harsh breath leading you up to his room.
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GUYS ever since I've seen this Fanart of Nerd!Toji I can't stop thinking about it and I'm craving Nerdoji content so bad... to all the jjk writers, can you please write Nerdoji Fics and Headcanons 😭 my delusions need to be fed
summary; nerdji gets some much needed spice in his life. reader is a bit off putting but toji is right where he wants to be.
tags; light smut, top reader, male reader, dom male reader, non-sorcerer!reader, black reader, slight humiliation, mild cursing, jerking off, loser toji, dom!male!reader, nerd!toji, male!reader, gn!reader
wc; 3.1k
notes; so glad you guys liked the other one so much heres nerdjiiiii, def not enough nerdji fics catered to the male gaze so heres one for you all who was looking for one.
proofread by my baby @izanacult
art by @/syllysmot (dont know if they want tags)
high school was a breeze, you could get away with barely doing work and knowing just enough to pass the classes. college was an entirely different ballgame. you wouldn’t let it best you though, you somehow got whatever you wanted whenever you wanted, by any means necessary.
and if that meant a few extra marks then so be it, you’d just get a nerd to help you. offer them nothing but your amazing presence in return, and call it a day.
you made your way down to the library during study hall, obviously nerds hung out there, right? you’d just find one that seemed suitable enough to do exactly what you needed them to do. those virgins should be glad to even have someone like you in the same room with them.
you surveyed your surroundings, a lanky, loud mouth with white hair and blue eyes. ew. no, not him. too cocky and he just wouldn’t shut up about digimon.
a long, black haired individual who was giggling alongside him. he had a nice figure and skin looked so very soft and smooth. he was seemingly laughing at every word the white haired one said, giving him a look of adoration. god, no. it’d be better if they got a room.
you turned your head, and there sat a man on the hefty side, a scar on the side of his lips, eyes green in color. jet black hair, almost looks dyed but you were willing to bet it weren’t. he doesn’t seem like the type. looks a bit older compared to our peers and he was sitting alone to top it all off. each time his glasses slipped down his nose, he wasted no time pushing them up with two fingers. he appeared to be studying intently and didn’t wish to be bothered.
perfect. time to go bother him.
you walked over like you own the place, smug smile on your face like you had just won the nerd lottery with this guy. toji could feel your presence and refused to look in your direction, questioning all of his life choices in that very moment.
“hey there, man! how’s it going, with the studying and all?” you sat right next to him, peering into his book as if you knew the material you were reading.
toji was a standoffish, awkward guy. he looked very obviously uncomfortable as he glanced over at you. “uh, yeah.” his voice gruff and deep as he cleared his throat. “can i help you with somethin’?” he gave you a once over, hoping you would quickly leave him alone.
“as a matter of fact, you can.” you smiled at the question, “see, i need you to do me a couple of favors, i need to get my marks up and you seem like the perfect candidate to help me.”
toji blinked once at you, “are you kidding?” he gave a slight smirk, but when he saw that you were dead serious his smile dropped, “erm, no. i’m not doing your work for you.”
you looked at him, your smile dropping. no? you didn’t get told no, that word was foreign to you. “fuck you mean ‘no?’” you got closer to him, closing the distance between the two of you as much as you possibly could. “i don’t remember asking, see, it’s a favor.”
the close proximity was enough to make toji sweat, just a little bit. he took a deep breath, exhaling through his nose before he spoke, “i don’t gain anything from helping you, other than maybe a hard time.” toji’s eyes shifted somewhere other than you as he pushed his glasses up, he meant that both literally and figuratively.
“you’ll gain a friend or something, i don’t know. entertain me, please?” you looked at him, your fingers tracing along his back in a way that made his skin crawl. “just say yes.”
toji met your gaze, your eyes piercing into him made him feel like he was making a deal with the devil himself. the way you were looking at him though, it felt all too sweet to ignore. “okay.. maybe we could arrange some sort of deal,” he pauses with a heavy sigh, as if it were paining him, “just leave me alone and give me some time to think.” his voice was low as he went back to his studies, pushing his glasses up.
“i know where to find you.” you smiled, standing up and heading out of the library, hands in the pocket of your red windbreaker as you walked off.
toji watched as you walked off, “damn it, what have i gotten myself into this time..”
…
the chilly air was nipping at your skin, it wasn’t helping you were wearing a wife beater but you thought you looked sexy in it so braved it out for the sake of the fit. you were watching toji from afar, watching as he held out a research document with the dumbest grin on his face to a girl who was clearly using him.
much like you were but that’s not the point.
as soon as she walks away you make it your business to get in his, walking over there with the meanest faux attitude.
“so you have time to do other people’s work but not mine?” you raised a brow at him, looking at him as if he’d done a criminal offense. “you wanna be all buddy buddy with some girl when you have better things you could be doing. get it together man.”
“damn, am i not allowed to live my life?” toji scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at you.
“you have no life, dweeb ass dude.”
toji scowled, pinching the bridge of his nose as you stared at him expectantly. “okay, you got it. you won. i’ll help you.”
“hell yeah, you wi—“
“on one condition, you actually study and spend the time to learn the material. why else would you be in college if you’re not actually trying to learn anything?” he looked at you as if he were expecting you to actually answer before realizing you were a lost cause. “do we have a deal?” he sighed
you blinked at toji as if he was speaking a language you didn’t understand, “uh, yeah, whatever. shake on it?” you didn’t wait for a response and instead took toji’s hand in yours and shook it. “good, we done now?”
“mm yep, see you.” toji started off, his backpack on both shoulders as he was off to probably go study or go off campus to work one of his many part time jobs. you weren’t satisfied yet though, so of course you followed him.
…
toji was not an idiot, he was one of the smartest people on campus and he also had a very keen awareness of his surroundings. he knew you were following him, hell, you weren’t as subtle as you thought. he was just waiting for the right moment to confront you about it. he found it when he went into the men’s locker room and you followed right in behind him like a dumbass.
“i’m assuming you’re not in here to take a leak.” he turned to face you, crossing his arms over his chest with an annoyed expression.
“no, i guess not. guess i just wanted to bother you a little, see what you could possibly be up to.” you walked up to him, you weren’t embarrassed that you were following him. what was he gonna do?
“that’s none of your concern, last i checked we aren’t friends. we’re just business associates, so why are you following me?” his voice was slightly stern, like that was supposed to scare you off.
“by my definition, we’re friends. friends with benefits.” your tone was the most casual thing in the world.
“i’m pretty sure that’s not what that means..” he gulped, pushing his glasses up as he peered into your curious eyes, your gaze was making him nervous. “look, i’ll let it slide just leave me—“
you silenced him with a kiss, you weren’t sure why you did it in the moment but you were both alone so it was fair game. his lips were dry, it made your eyebrow twitch with annoyance because chapstick is literally everywhere these days.
toji was inexperienced with kissing, he had only done it once or twice before. you were leading his lips like you were leading a choir. one of your hands on his hip and the other palming the locker behind toji for balance. you gave his lip a playful bite as you pulled back, looking into his eyes to study his expression.
“you’re ass at kissing, toji.” you looked at him with a bored expression on your face, but it was unnecessary malice because you didn’t mean it. wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb then going to reapply the vaseline brand chapstick you favored so much.
“mm.. my fault for not expecting to be kissed, i guess.” toji looked down at you, his face resembling that of a pitiful puppy. he didn’t take his gaze off you, and he was truthfully too embarrassed to say anything else.
“yeah, your fault is right.” you grumbled, handing him your chapstick. “do you usually walk around with unnecessarily dry ass lips?” his cheeks and ears dusted a light shade of pink, extremely embarrassed. you were acting like you hadn’t even kissed him. he took the chapstick from you, unable to stand the eye contact any longer. you were too busy grumbling about dry ass lips to notice.
you took toji’s phone from his pocket, not missing the hardness in his pants. “what’s your pin?” you asked as you surveyed the phone.
“what do you need with my phone..?” he asked, his voice low and embarrassed as he took it from you and unlocked it, handing it back.
“we need to stay in contact, we’re in an agreement, right?” you looked up from his phone to him, taking in his flustered appearance and the fact that he was all fidgety. he looked timid almost, but also like he was trying to play it off.
“yeah..” he watched as you put your number in his phone and handed it back to him. he took it with slightly clammy hands and a pitiful frown that made his mind hard to read.
“i’ll actually see you around this time, no more surprises.” you checked your phone as you started to leave the locker room.
…
you and toji were having your first study session, you guys were at a cafe. you had offered to to buy him a strawberry shortcake and who was he to turn down anything free? you were still iffy about actually studying but your eagerness to pass was grander than your resistance to study.
it had been a couple of days since that mini locker room makeout but it never left toji’s mind. he didn’t want to think about that right now and instead focused on teaching you instead.
“right, and do you remember how i taught you to do this..?” he looked focus, biting the edge of his pen as he looked over the material for himself.
you looked at the page and then back at toji before back at the page again, “i guess.” your brows furrowed. you started scribbling away at your notebook, and toji watched intently. he took this stuff seriously, and he wanted you to take it seriously as well even if it was just for the moment.
after a bit the slice of cake arrived to the table and he took a break from his serious study mode to enjoy it. he made sure you were still working however. you couldn’t help but take a few glances at him, the way he was enjoying that cake like it was the best thing in the world. it made you want to devour his lips all over again, you didn’t know what was coming over you but you decided not to fight it.
as you continued with your studying, you slid a hand down to toji’s thigh. your hand rested there underneath the table and no one was aware of the burning touch except you and him. your hand gently massaged his thigh, toji didn’t make a word, his cheeks burning from how flustered he was.
“what are you doing..?” he spoke quietly, loud enough only for you to hear. he was finished with his cake by now, wiping his face with slightly shaking hands and pushing his glasses up. he was looking at you, but he didn’t move.
you continued to look down at your paper, “studying. you got a problem with that?” you answered as if it was an obvious one. the caresses still making his body hot.
“no problem..” he gulped, after a bit he started to get fidgety. “i think we should call it a day, hm? i just remembered i have to, um, take out my cat.” he blinked like an idiot, starting to stand and grab his things.
“i like cats. can i come over?” you started to pack your things as well, looking up at him from your seat with a big smile on your face.
toji gulped, he didn’t know how to take this, how to take you. he wanted to go home and try to forget the slightest touch you gave him and how it almost sent him into a frenzy but he couldn’t do that with you there playing with his lazy ass cat who definitely did not get out.
“yes, you can come.” he said with a slight sigh, “but we might as well continue our studying.” he spoke with the surest tone in his voice.
you guys left the cafe and got in your car so you could drive him home. it was a smooth ride, not much talking as you blasted rock music from the shitty stereo. eventually you guys got to his place, he was quiet as he got out of the car, not waiting for you, and going to unlock the door.
you got out the car, locking it up as you followed him inside his apartment. you didn’t spend much time looking around when you met eyes with his black cat. you fell in love, he didn’t seem like much of a cat guy.
“awww, awww, awww, kitty!” you scooped the cat up in your arms and ignored everything else. toji looked at you with crossed arms, allowing you to have a moment.
“cmon.. studying.” he spoke with his usual gruff tone, the flushed toji was left at the cafe.
“can’t we take a break? we were just studying, man.” you placed the cat on the floor, looking back at toji as you matched his pose.
he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. “alright, ten minutes.” he huffed out.
…
toji was on top of you, grinding against you in a needy manner as you had your tongue down his throat, dominating it. one of your arms were snaked around his back, the other caressing the back of his head. one of your legs in between his which was creating the friction he was craving as he ground against you.
toji moved away to breathe, his skin was tinted pink and it burned to touch. his glasses were slightly crooked on his face as he looked at you, panting with parted lips. “i’ve never.. mm..” he looked to the side, embarrassed.
“i’m not gonna fuck you.” you answered as you propped yourself up, looking at his pitiful expression. you felt how pathetic toji was under your touch and actively chose to torture him like this.
he fidgeted, still subconsciously grinding on you like a needy cat in heat. “ah, right.. yeah, i wasn’t—“
“good. wouldn’t wanna get your hopes up.” you stretched, leaning across the bed to grab your phone, checking the time. “it’s getting pretty late, i should get going. thanks for the study session.” you moved yourself from underneath toji, giving him one last playful nip on the neck before you did. it sent a shutter to his core, he couldn’t understand you for the life of him.
“no problem..” he spoke in a low tone, watching as you left but didn’t forget to pet his cat on your way out before you did. toji sighed into his hands after sitting up on his bed, what the hell was going on? what was this relationship you guys had and why is neither of you saying anything about it? as if it’s the most casual thing in the fucking world.
toji had no words, his mind mush. all he had was the ache between his legs and his heated, sweat ridden skin. “what the fuck.” he breathed out, palming himself. he never really thought about his sexuality or anything involving another person romantically, for that matter. sure, he knew he liked the way women stared at him, which is why he went to the gym in the first place. but men? he didn’t think he would be in cahoots with a man. or whatever this was.
toji undid his pants, slipping out of them. his breath shuddered at the extremely slight touch. he took his member out of his briefs, it was dripping with pre and slightly twitching. “what the fuck..” he repeated, his hands taking his own length as he began to stroke, panting already as he threw his head back. the memory of you encouraging his movements. he thought back to when you first met, the irritation in your tone and threatening gaze. safe to say, he didn’t last long before he came undone with a heavy shiver in his body.
he let out a low whimper, not being able to believe he just jerked off to the slightest thing from someone he barely even knew. “god, this is so embarrassing..” he looked down at himself, at his mess, and sighed. “fuck me.”
he got up and showered, mulling over everything that has taken place in the last three days. thinking out you, thinking about this new situation you guys were in. or maybe he was overthinking it and there was nothing to be thinking about in the first place.
he didn’t know, all he knew was that he wanted you. he wanted to keep this arrangement going and he wanted you to touch him all over. he didn’t mind what attention you gave him, as long as it was coming from you. he was a fucking mess and you had no idea.
