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( mdni. cw: slight voyeurism, size kink, degradation/praise, rough sex, oral (f. rec), creampie )

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the day you moved in, you knew you were doomed.

toji fushiguro was hot in the way that made you immediately suspicious of him. black tank top, arms covered in tattoos, grey sweatpants hanging just a little too low on his hips as he casually showed you your room, muscles flexing with every step like it wasn’t a crime. the kind of guy who owned one towel, two forks, and five bottles of 3-in-1 body wash.

“you sure you don’t wanna back out?” he’d teased with a smirk that made your knees knock. “still got time to run.”

and god, maybe you should’ve..

because now it’s been four months. four months of watching him. catching him half naked fresh out of the shower, towel barely hanging on, seeing the way girls come and go like clockwork. some of them wearing your socks when they leave the next morning. obnoxiously loud. on purpose.

18+ MDNI, smut and crack - when bf!gojo doesn't fit you anymore...

“ow.”

“i haven’t even put it in yet.”

“then why does it already hurt?”

you’re lying flat on your back, legs up, bracing yourself like you’re about to be hit by a semi-truck. and, in some ways, you are.

gojo is between your legs. naked. flushed. hard as hell.

you haven’t had sex in a month.

not because anything’s wrong - just life. work. missions. stress. your period. the whole “falling asleep at 9:30 like an old married couple” thing.

but now it’s saturday. the sheets are clean. the vibe is right.

except.

except.

his dick doesn’t fit.

"have you gotten bigger?" you demand.

he raises a brow. "what, like my dick’s bulking without me?"

you swat his arm. "i’m serious. it didn’t used to feel like this."

"yeah, well, maybe your pussy shrank."

"maybe your ego grew so massive it displaced all the blood flow."

he snorts. kisses your knee. "god, i missed you."

you sigh. "i missed you too. just not… like this. impaled."

he groans dramatically. collapses forward to bury his face in your chest. "this is so sad. my baby can’t take dick anymore. how will we go on."

"maybe we just cuddle. like normal people."

he pops back up, scandalized. "cuddle? baby. no. i already cried three times in the shower this week. you can’t take this from me."

you burst out laughing. "what."

"i’m emotionally repressed. i need this."

you wipe your eyes. "you’re insane."

but still. you look at him - messy white hair, flushed cheeks, toned chest heaving slightly because he’s been holding himself back - and you want him. even if it hurts a little. even if you’re tight and out of practice.

you bite your lip. "what if… we just leave it in. for a bit."

his eyes gleam. "you mean cockwarming?"

you roll your eyes. "don’t make it weird."

"you wanna just sit on my cock like a lil toaster oven. say that."

“satoru.”

he laughs but obliges. slowly, carefully, he slides in - just the tip. then a little more. you hiss. he stills immediately.

his voice is so gentle when he asks, "you okay?"

you nod. "just… thick. too thick. you’re like a baguette."

he grins. "and you’re a day-old bagel. stiff and unwelcoming."

"that’s not sexy."

"you’re not sexy."

"take it back."

"no."

but then he leans down. kisses your forehead. strokes your hair. and he doesn’t move - doesn’t thrust - just holds you, buried inside, like he’s content to stay there forever.

"this is kinda nice," you whisper.

"i know. you’re warm. like a microwave."

you flick his forehead.

you end up falling asleep like that - him still inside, you curled around him, both of you finally relaxed.

and when you wake up the next morning?

oh yeah.

it fits just fine now.

Apparently Miles is a JJK fan (in the comics)

virgin!nerdjo who pulled a total certified baddie in college by being…himself.

awkward, dorky, too tall for his own good, always pushing up those stupid glasses with ink-stained fingers— it was him. somehow, you wanted him. he doesn't understand how he got so lucky, but he's not about to question it. 

virgin!nerdjo got one mission : being good to you. especially in bed. because when you kissed him for the first time, straddling his lap, grinding that perfect little body against him, he nearly came in his pants. he gripped your waist a little too tight to keep you from moving too much. it's humiliating how quickly he was about to fold, how his cock throbs desperately just from the heat of you.

virgin!nerdjo isn't completely clueless—he's read about sex, heard about it, he's not that innocent. but knowing and doing are two completely different things. and he realized it the second you grinded on him. he damn near whimpered. bit down hard on his lip to swallow it back.

virgin!nerdjo needs to learn. he thinks porn might help—big mistake. it's all so…aggressive. male-centered. nothing about it feels right. he watches a few clips, cringing the entire time, then slams his laptop shut and scrubs a hand down his face. he should have listened when geto used to go on and on about his exploits. should have paid attention instead of rolling his eyes and tuning him out.

so he does what he does best. he researches. virgin!nerdjo orders a book called ‘The Art of Female Pleasure.’ and the moment it arrives, he's on it. glasses slipping down his nose, hunched over the pages, absorbing every word like it's the most important text he's ever studied. he dedicates days to this. nights. rereads passages, highlights sections. he doesn't just want to be good. he wants to be perfect. because you're a baddie—a pro— and he's so fucking lucky. what if you jump on him any time soon and he's still not ready? that idea terrifies him.

virgin!nerdjo gets so into it that he even starts to scroll through forums. he reads firsthand experiences, studying anatomy diagrams until his face is burning and his cock is achingly hard beneath the sheets. because it's not just learning, it's imagining.

virgin!nerdjo who imagines you underneath him, pretty lips parted in gasps, legs spread as he slides his fingers over you just like the book describes. he imagines how wet you'd get if he did everything right. if he took his time, kissed his way down your body, licked into you like he's read—slow, deep, deliberate. he wonders if you'd tug on his hair, if you'd cry out his name, if you'd shake when you come, thighs squeezing around his head—

fuck. horny thoughts took over him as he bucks up into nothing. he wants it. so bad. 

and the next time you're kissing, you instantly notice how his hands get bolder, slipping under your shirt, trailing fire down your spine. how he suddenly knows excatly where to touch, where to squeeze, when to roll his hips just right—letting you feel the size of him, the hard, thick heat pressing up against you. you break the kiss, breathless. “since when do you do all that?”

virgin!nerdjo swallows thickly, ears burning red. “…i've been studying.”

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"because we're here to find where the database is"

you give shin, who was sitting on the toilet lid, a incredulous look

"this is the men's bathroom, shin..."

"so?" he mutters, flipping onto the next page of the manga he was reading. "besides, i came prepared" he motions to the manga

"prepared for what? getting your ass kicked if they find us in here?" you raise a brow, scoffing at how ridiculous he sounded. earlier on the way to the men's bathroom (you still don't know why he chose this as the first location to snoop in), he was talking about how he didn't get to experience the typical high school tropes. shit like getting bullied, skipping classes, those type of things

and so he thought why not tick off his "if i were in highschool" bucket list here in JCC? it's hitting two birds with one stone. at least that's what shin said

"for the high school experience? duh" he says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "look at this part, this guy is caught by his senpai hiding in the bathroom like us!"

shin points towards a small panel on the manga. he was a little too excited for this if you were being honest. rolling your eyes, you lean back on the icky bathroom walls that were filled with gravure japanese idols

you think it's stupid that shin's doing all this but he begs to differ

"it's not stupid. it's ticking things off my bucket list!" he scoffs, reading your mind. he then pulls a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and offers you one, "want one?"

you shake your head no. not wanting to corrode your lungs further. it's already bad that you're inhaling his smoke. second hand smoking as the doctors say

"i'm not ruining your lungs" he grumbles, reading your mind again

"you are though" you retort. shin ignores you and takes a drag from his cigarette. the smoke curls around the cramped space forcing you to fan your face. you then start coughing loudly to make him feel bad

"don't be dramatic, y/n" shin rolls his eyes

"second hand smoking. just what i needed"

"not my fault you're literally by my side all the time!" he shoots back

your eye twitches. sometimes you and shin can just go out it for no reason. maybe it's because you two are so alike but so different at the same time. or maybe because shin's a little hard headed at times that you just naturally butt heads over the tiniest thing

before you two could start arguing, the door to the men's bathroom swings open with a loud bang

"WHERE ARE YOU NATSUKI?!" the person who just entered yells out loud

you freeze, exchanging a worried look with shin. the man's footsteps are loud against the floor as he slams every cubicle in his way. his voice getting louder the closer he gets to your cubicle

"HERE? OR HERE?!" the man continues to yell out

shin puts a finger to his lips, signaling you to keep quiet. without any warning or whatsoever, he suddenly pins you against the bathroom wall. his arms on each side of your head

"shin, what the fu–"

your words are caught up in your throat when the realization of how close he was hits. you can literally feel his breath fan your face. you even catch a whiff of the mixture of his cologne and the faint smell of mint coming off from his cigarette

a surprising intoxicating mix that honestly made your head spin

your cubicle slams open. you flinch a little but shin's reflex was faster. he leans even closer, foreheads basically touching. your eyes meet his. they flicker towards the intruder then back to yours. you kinda get the hint. it was to play along

"what the–" the man is stunned at the sight

there was no time for hesitation so you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. 'this is so fucking weird', you think to yourself. you avoid shin's eyes for the most part but how can you avoid the weird tingling sensation in your stomach?

were those butterflies?

"what the fuck?! who are you two?! sneaking off to make out in the men's bathroom!" the man scolds, quickly turning away

when you muster your courage to look at shin, he winks at you before he glances back at the man who "caught" you two in the cubicle "making out"

"this must be the part where we get caught then get scolded by a senpai!" shin exclaims, grabbing his manga off the floor to show off to the man

"what?" the man snaps, getting confused by what shin meant

shin suddenly whips out a little checklist and shows it to the man

"we're currently doing the 'skipping class together to make out' trope! we always wanted to do this" shin hums in delight, ticking off a random box from the checklist that it honestly makes you laugh at how stupid he sounded

the man is angered the more shin talks so he grabs shin by his collar and pulls him up. you react quickly but shin holds his hand out, silently telling you that he can handle this

"KEEP MESSING WITH ME AND I'LL KILL YOU AND YOUR LADY, YOU LITTLE–"

the man is cut off with shin hitting him square on the jaw with an uppercut. the man is rendered unconscious and falls back on the toilet, completely unconscious

you let out a little yelp at the thud, startled at how abrupt that escalated and how shin managed to just.. do his thing

shin turns to you and holds his hand out for you to take. you grab it and he easily pulls you away from the unconscious man

"this is the part where i say 'leave us alone, senpai'" shin recites, reading off the manga again, "man, i feel like a teenager" he muses to himself

"you just sound like an idiot" you comment, brushing your clothes, ignoring the way your heart is pounding against your chest. you try to block off the memory of shin's face that was up close and personal earlier

"oh come on. i just want to experience what it's like to go to school– wait, why are you turning red?" shin gives you a concerned look

you shake your head as you look away, "nothing"

shin watches you for a brief moment before shrugging