#nerdji

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.

𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 studies with the pomodoro method. thirty minutes of intense reading, then a quick five-minute break to let his head rest.

on your tits.

he has discovered some time ago that the best way to treat himself between studying is to fidget with your breasts. it works better than eating something or having a smoke.

so, like clockwork, he stands up from his desk and leaves to meet you in the living room.

there, you lie on the couch, on your side. your hand supports your head as you watch intently the youtube video playing on the television. you look calm, cozying in your cotton pajama set, hair wet from a recent shower.

toji walks over and stands in front of you. your eyes look up to the body looming over you, a half-smile tugs your lips. you already know what he's here for.

"on your break?" you ask, despite knowing the answer already.

he nods. you sit up to let your boyfriend nuzzle on the couch with you. when he sits down, you rest your head on his shoulder, fingers quick to play with his black hair.

knowing hands bunch up your cotton top, exposing your breasts, naked with no bra. they bounce a little as they fall. toji sighs.

he loves your tits. he has loved them before finding out they're his personal stress-balls. now they just serve him another purpose other than turning him on.

a low hum vibrates on your throat when a big hand envelops one of them, massaging the supple meat with a slow yet hard touch. your lips find their way to his neck, his natural smell mixes deliciously with the faint trace of perfume he put on this morning. tiny, wet kisses pepper through every centimeter available to you, drawing out low moans from toji.

he continues to fondle your tits, now and then playing with your hardened nipples; he pinches them, twists them, pulls them softly. your chest heaves with each sigh. goosebumps prick your skin. all five senses on high alert.

it's inevitable to feel the warmth between your thighs starting to feel uncomfortably wet, and he feels the same, judging by the bulge tenting his sweats.

but, unfortunately, toji takes his studying seriously.

when the alarm tells him five minutes have passed, you are left alone in the living room. only the burning between your thighs and the buzzing sensation on your lips from his kisses keeping you company for the next half hour.

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No surprise here, Nerdji Intellectual Badass/ Class President Neji won the vote.

— TOJI'S HAND HELD the stall's wall like his life depended on it. his palm pushed the hard surface, so hard it wouldn't surprise you if it fell apart. his other one was tightly tangled on your head. fingers pulled on the strands hard, bobbing your head back and forth on his hard cock.

the sloppy sounds of your mouth taking him in filled the uni's bathroom. wet, dirty slurrps that had him huffing and sighing. his chest puffed up and down from the forceful pants.

he tried to keep his gaze on you, to take in the mess of lipstick and spit around your puffy mouth, but any time your lips wrapped around him tight and you went down on his whole length, deepthroating him, his eyes were forced shut. his mouth hung open and his head tilted back. hips thrusted in a reckless rhythm.

"fuckin' hell," a low, husky breath left from his lips as you kept on taking his cock into your warm mouth. "y'doin s'good," he couldn't even articulate the words that came out, his mind as blown as his dick.

a shiver traveled towards his lower back the moment your hand gathered some slick from your mouth and worked on half of his shaft, your lips suckling on the angry red tip while you looked up to him. if it were up to him, he would cum just by seeing the way your eyes glistened whenever his cock throbbed under your touch.

you were so good to him. sucking off the stress and anxiety out of his system before a big exam. the perfect girl, he wouldn't ask for anything else.

except for you to swallow his cum.

which you did. with pleasure. a single drop ran down the corner of your mouth.

and he got an almost perfect mark.

maybe you should make it a good luck ritual. you slapped his hard shoulder when he told you that.

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Finally! my preferred title!

Well, I don’t think I hate any of my clas-

health.

Because reasons, don’t ask why.

HAVE I NOT BEEN CLEAR THAT I DO NOT WISH TO BE CALLED A NERD?!

… I have soup after school.

I prefer the term intellectual badass

I like your idea, but I got another ask for suggestions, so I’ll do another vote.

If you want to choose, the options are:

Nerdji (Student president)

or

RTN Neji

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