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[dontcryskxawng]

nerdjo nerdjo nerdjo

a/n: late to the nerdjo train but i still wanna talk about this blue eyed princess, so shush! summary: you're a mean college girl who's personal "celebrity" around campus is satoru gojo. while you're making jokes with your friends in the gender neutral bathroom, who would have thought that chanting "nerdjo nerdjo nerdjo" like you're summoning bloody mary would have left you in a sticky situation

content warnings: virgin!satoru, mean!reader, dry humping, make out session, premature ejaculation, awkward sex stuff.

the smacking of sticky, lipgloss covered lips is the only sound in the gender neutral bathroom on the second floor of the physics building at jujutsu university. you, some girls who you only talk to because they're almost as hot as you — don't ask, it's complicated — and the background humming of the central ac vent in the top lefthand corner of the ceiling.

just as one of the more airheaded ones was about to start up another round of shallow, pointless gossip, a knock sounded on the door.

"uh… um, is anyone in–" "yeah…" a scoff escaped your blonde friend's overfilled lips.

"can't you see the fucking occupied sign, weirdo? somebody's in here." you pipe up, egged on by the fact that when you're with these other bitches, you're practically untouchable.

silence from the other end reassures you of that.

a beat passes before: "hey, i saw your little boyfriend after my third class."

you roll your eyes so hard they might fall out. "he's not my fucking boyfriend. shut up, girl you know you skip your third class to fuck that one prof–"

"oh my god, don't get all blushy. nerdjo is kinda cute if you squint, and maybe throw up in your mouth cuz he's not cute at all…" the other blonde snickers.

nerdjo. that stupid name. all because you had a crush on the resident physics nerd of the school, your friends had started to ditch you until you publicly made fun of him. you spilled milk down his shirt, by accident. mispronounced his name when he cheerily introduced himself to you. nobody really even asked him for his name, so he was excited when you wanted to be "friends". he looked oh, so pathetic when you said "huh? your name is gojo? i thought it was pronounced 'i'm a nineteen year old virgin who doesn't bother washing his glasses'. don't ever think I'd wanna hang out with you, nerdjo."

your heart was beating so fast, you didn't even want to do that. when you saw the jut of his bottom lip through his teeth, the pink of his ears brushing down his cheekbones and collarbones, you just wanted to put your hand down your panties and–

"Y/N, are you deaf or something?! god, you're such a bimbo." snapped you out of your internal monologue.

"ugh… what do you even want?"

"what? were you gazing into the mirror like nerdjo was gonna pop out and getcha?"

more giggles at a higher pitch than dogs could hear.

"w-what? no, fuck off."

"yeah, right. how does that thing go again? like in the mirror?"

"what, like bloody mary?"

"like gojo mary! oops.. i meant nerdjo mary."

"you're so stupid." you laugh, but only you know it's not a real one. "that's so dumb, it doesn't even make–"

"oh my goddd it would be so fun, we totally should!"

"yeahhh!" "totally! omg!"

and that is how you ended up in a semi-circle huddled up by the bathroom mirror, hands clutched with the other girls, who's nails may or may not have scraped you in the process.

"fuck, this is so dumb…" "oh my god, y/n just do it! it's funny…"

with a deep breath, you murmured the first "nerdjo" and those dumb bitches you were friends with screamed the rest for you between giggles.

"NERDJO! NERDJO! NERDJO!"

dumb snickers pass until the stupid person who was outside pushes the door open, because obviously it doesn't lock. obviously.

the blood drains from your face, and shame builds in your gut when a familiar snow-white mop of hair pushes through the door. was he here the whole time? fuck.

that shut your friends up, and they scampered out past him, shoulders brushing up against him in a scuffle as they filtered out. they left you. alone, with him.

you remembered your mouth was agape and you shut it, blinking away from his icy blue gaze. he was still there. awkward as ever.

"uh, i just heard my name and i…"

"it's not even your name, gojo."

"oh, so it's gojo now?" a boyish laugh manages to pass his pink lips as he adjusts his glasses.

"did you wanna use the bathroom or not, weirdo?" you scoffed, hastily snatching up your phone from the counter so you could evade past him like the rest of your clique.

"well, i heard… i heard your voice and i thought…"

"thought what?! i already told you–"

"i know… i'm sorry, okay?"

a beat passed.

that same look. his lip was jutted out slightly in a tiny pout. his ears were red. his eyes were darting between your eyes and your lips. what the fuck was he trying to do to you?

you felt heat build in your lower tummy, more guiltily this time. and before you could think properly, you blurted out:

"sorry for saying all that."

his eyes widened a fraction as he blinked rapidly at you.

before he could say something even more heartwracking, you did the most stupid thing of your life. you hesitantly stepped toward him, your leg slotted between his parted knees as you put your hand on his collar, scruffing it. "uh, w-what-" the wet smack of your lips on his shut him right up.

what shocked you even further is that his lips trembled against yours and he squeaked. audibly. sensing you may have made a mistake you go to pull back but his shaky hands grasp your shoulders as his wispy white lashes flutter downwards.

he "kisses" you back. by kissing, he's just licking against your lips, his breathing heavy. your lips part as you take the lead, brushing your tongue against his. his breath hitches. you couldn't be any more turned on, and you were guessing he felt the same because you felt something hard and hot up against your thigh through his stained grey sweatpants.

pressing your body more against his, you slid your hands up into his hair. your fingers and nails brushed over the nape of his neck as your mouth pressed against his, lips moving slowly. you could feel the goosebumps on his skin, and he could feel the hard pebbling of your nipples through your thin crop top.

he was practically humping you, like a puppy. you didn't even know he liked you back. he didn't even know what he was doing until he felt your fingers cup over his prominent bulge. he gasped into your mouth, hips stuttering as he looked down at your hand and back up into your eyes.

a low whine escaped his lips as you squeezed slightly, and before you could whisper something seductive and sexy, he stammered out,

"i-i haven't... i've n-never..."

you blinked. he blinked. he flushed bright red and tried to pull back but you caught him, murmuring a reassuring, "it's fine..." although his face was already set to pure blush.

"do you wanna...?" your open ended question knocked some sense back into him. nodding like a dashboard bobblehead, he sloppily kissed you again. he twitched when your pinky finger breached his sweatpants, and then his digimon themed boxers that he so regretted wearing today.

your fingers grazed the leaking head of his veiny cock. you could tell it was pink, and you smeared your thumb over the mushroom tip, collecting pre as you tongued down his mouth. satoru tense up, his broad shoulders wracking as his brain confused pulling and pushing you away.

your lip stung as he bit down on it to muffle the inevitable girlish squeal of a moan tumbling out from his whimpery lips as his cock twitched once, twice and then sprayed hot cum into your palm. you could not believe it. breathing heavily, his face just in front of your face, he had such a lewd expression before his senses caught up to him. then, he looked mortified.

and you? you felt like the baddest bitch on the block.

[dontcryskxawng]

HIIIWWEEEE!!!!! I LOVE UR CONSTRUCTION WORKER TOJI WORK HAD ME SCREAMING ATP 😞🙌🏻

BTW HOW U DOIN'???? CAN I BE YOUR NONNIE???? Also I've a request what about stepdad!toji and dbf!nanami/dad's bestfriend!nanami catching the naive!reader masturbating in her room after she thought no one was home???? AND THEY ACTUALLY FUCK HER (not roughly fyi but gentle w her)

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omg hii :3 i'm good. sorry i took so long i had loads of exams ;P

never had a nonnie before but sure you can be 🦢nonnie.

i can get on that but i'm coming out with a nerdjo fic soon (yes ik i'm late) but of course i can try my hand at... that.

[dontcryskxawng]

uwaaah!!!

obligatory introduction post :P welcome to whatever this is!

my name is amz. usagi is my goat. he's so tuff. i will figure out what more to say later ;P

blog colours incase i forget..

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so realistic... so canon... so well written...

masterpiece 🤤🤤

HOW JJK MEN WOULD SEND NUDES 〔gojo,geto,toji,choso〕

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warnings: sexting , cum, cum tribute, dp, masturbation, notes:fem!reader, geto is a little gross, toji can't use a phone, thank you @dontcryskxawng for the toji headcannon, 1st fanfic in a while im getting a little rusty ;P

─── GOJO SATORU

First of all, you don't have to ask Gojo for nudes, he intrepidly sends you them, at the right moments of course. He'd never send you an unsolicited dick pic– only losers do that.

Gojo, however, will wait until the precise moment where he knows your rubbing your thighs and discarding your panties behind the screen to send that raunchy image.

You've been texting back and forth from the hours of 10:00 PM to 11:00PM, an entire hour of tempting words displayed on the screen, but neither of you are bold enough to send an actual image, that'd be expeditious. But, God– were you wet, throbbing achingly against your cotton panties that were practically taunting you with the way fabric brushed against your puffy clit each time you moved.

Your phone in hand, and the other shamelessly down your panties, you laid in your bed, wearing a flimsy nightgown and desperately wishing Gojo was here. But he was across Japan, sent to fight some special-grade curse in some urban town you were too horny to remember.

Opting to use your vibrator, Gojo texted you at the perfect moment, keeping your fingers on your phone like if he had you enticed. He used the right words, texted back as soon as you replied– seems like he was just as horny as you were.

Boy, was that an understatement.

In the sumptuous hotel bathroom he was currently staying at, Gojo had discovered this gigantic mirror attached on the wall near the sink, staring at his reflection which was flawlessly illuminated by a square of white light that encompassed the mirror fully.

His first thought– this mirror would be perfect for taking nudes. And so he did. He was about 100+ texts into it, using words that could only be described as panty-wetting, talking about all the things he'd do to you, how painfully hard he was and how perfect you'd be taking him. Trust me, it didn't take long for his dick to be brushing against his boxers, and when it did, he headed straight towards the bathroom, tugging his shirt up and over his head, pulling his blindfold off and letting his pure white strands fall upon his forehead.

He had his phone in his left hand, tugging his boxers down slightly, enough to let his achingly hard cock spring free, pre-cum dripping from the pinkish-red tip. He hissed through his teeth, rubbing himself once or twice, letting his pre-cum smear along his length, now his entire cock was glistening. He held his phone up, clicking on the camera app, dick resting in the palm of his hand as he clicked record, using his back camera to capture his reflection on the gracefully lit mirror, stroking himself with his large hand, he let out a throaty groan as he smirked and picked up the pace. Downright, disgusting sounds of his hands rubbing along his shaft circled the room and entered right into the speakers of his phone, giving you a vivid, crisp sound of how he's feeling when you eventually play the video.

Gojo didn't record too much, merely 30 seconds, as soon as the video appeared in his camera roll he shared it to you. Patiently waiting for the video to send and for your response, because that's all this was about, the only thing that could make him come was you telling him how good you made him feel, he wasn't selfish, he will always put you before him. He didn't even ask you to send anything back, the simple response you texted him 'omg i just came' was all he needed to finish, shooting creamy white ropes onto the sink and counter, shamelessly moaning and groaning with his phone still in his hand.

─── GETO SUGURU

Geto Suguru is a disgusting man, you knew this. So when you had to leave for two entire weeks to take care of some sorcerer-related duties, you pondered as to what Suguru would do during the 14-day period.

Maybe watch porn? Nah, he's not that type of guy. Buy a fleshlight? You didn't think he knew what that word even meant. Contain himself for two weeks? Haha—No. Jerk off using one of your panties? Possibly.

On the first day when you arrived, he texted you, asking if you reached safe, if you were okay and getting through with everything. Typical boyfriend stuff. He managed to keep himself busy the first day, spending time with his friends, working out, cooking, blah blah blah.

The second day, yes, the second day. He felt as if he would combust, he didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't want to text you throughout the day because he knew you'd be busy, but oh boy was it tempting, he clicked on your profile picture for the thousdandth time that day, staring at the image of you, wishing you were here right now.

He tried to suppress his urges, doing something else, anything else. He cooked himself some udon, cleaned the house, did some push ups, cleaned the house again.

That's where he went wrong.

Maybe it was the pent-up release of endorphins from the workout or maybe he was just too horny, but while cleaning he found his old wallet, he dug through the sections and zippers for loose change or forgotten bills, his fingers touched something and he pulled it out, it was a folded picture of you that he took and printed early on into your relationship.

It wasn't anything bad, far from that even. It was a simple picture that he took of you and liked it so much that he printed it out and carried it with him, you found it endearing, truthfully, you liked how you looked in the picture too.

Then an idea popped into his head. It wasn't a lightbulb moment, there wasn't an audible ding! in his brain but there was a throb in his dick so he didn't think twice about it.

Unfolding the picture he held it with his hand and eventually placed in near the edge of the bed, he took his dick out of the constraints of his boxers, pulling both his pants and boxers slightly lower. His thick cock sprung out and beads of pre-cum smeared on the picture all over your face, which made Geto chuckle a little bit.

He grabbed the shaft, using his reddened tip to smear more lines of white, sticky pre-cum along the picture. He pumped his cock, throwing his head back upon the feeling, he stared down at the picture, your perfect face, how good you looked in that dress you wore that day in the picture, he even imagined how you'd be right right now, naked, wet and ready for him.

The thought only made him throb more, hands vigorously stroking his dick, occassionally his tip would smear against the photograph making him hiss at the coolness of the material. His eyes darted at his phone on the dresser, without thinking, he grabbed it, swiping left at the home screen and clicking record.

The camera was facing the picture of you, his glistening pre-cum shone all over the picture on video, as he stroked himself quick flashes of his entire dick would frequently appear. He groaned and moaned loudly, uttering occassional curses through his teeth, and when he was close, he pointed the lens directly at the picture of you, lining the tip of his cock directly onto your photographed face, spurting white ropes all over the picture, groaning relentlessly throughout it.

He came a lot, soking the picture completely, and a puddle of white, sticky cum was on your face and he still stroked himself while releasing. He didn't stop recording until he was a breathless mess, watching how his cum dripped all over the picture.

The video was a total of 1 minute and 42 seconds long. And when he showered and cleaned everything up, including the picture, he placed the now oncemore vivid photograph into his new wallet.

He heard his phone vibrate on the bed, picking it up he smiled at your notification, 'hey what did you do today without me?' he smirked and sent the video. Letting out an actual laugh when you sent a flurry of messages calling him 'disgusting' and 'a pervert'. Yet you found yourself watching the video more times than you would like to admit, hands reaching down into your panties.

─── TOJI FUSHIGURO

You don't really text Toji, unless it's for something important, other than that, the online conversations you have with him are relatively short, mostly because of him. He doesn't know what punctuation is, uses the laughing emoji too much and sends uncorrelated GIFs. Also, Toji is rarely on his phone.

But on a rare occassion when he's at home and Megumi and Tsumiki are at school, and feeling a little lonely(and horny), he pulls out his phone. Texting you a 'hey'.

Once you reply he immediately calls you, to which you decline because you were currently at work. His face twitches, 'answer' he sends, 'can't i'm at work :(' you reply. You waited nearly five minutes for a reply, watching as his typing bubble appeared and disappeared. 'wen u finished come ovr' he replies, you instantly decipher the message, growing used to Toji's texting style.

You knew what he wanted, and obviously you would go to him when your shift was over. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you, and you wanted it now. A sly smile formed on your face when an idea popped into your head. You slipped away from where you currently were, entering the 'Employees Only' washroom, finding an empty stall.

Once you found one, you entered, locking the door and pulling your phone out of your back pocket, you lifted the hem of your shirt up to your chest, exposing your bra that was too small for you, allowing your boobs to spill out. You snapped a picture, sticking out your tongue too. You send it to Toji and he immediately sees it.

Again, he takes 5 minutes to reply, text bubble appearing then disappearing, 'naught girl😂' he replies, you smile and cringe at the same time at the inappropriate use of the emoji but text back nonetheless. 'send me something back' you reply.

Toji received the text and frowned at your response. Send me something back? Oh! A picture of his dick. Duh! He chuckled with realization, but ultimately frowned. How do you do that?

His phone was small in his palm as his eyes scanned the screen. He knew the GIF symbol was for GIFs, the '🙂' symbol was for emojis, so the camera icon must be for pictures.

He rapidly clicked the camera, and his spread legs appeared on screen, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, before clicking the big circular button in the middle, ultimately taking a blurry picture of just his massive thighs. "Shit." he cursed trying to navigate back to where he originally was.

Finally, he pulled down his sweatpants, and since he wore nothing underneath, conveniently, he snapped the picture and immediately sent it to you.

'toji I can't see anything', was all you replied with because truthfully, all he sent you was a dark blurry screen. Toji huffed and tried again, discovering the flash, he put on the setting and retook the picture, similarly raising the confinement of his sweatpants and snapping the picture this time a flash of light was present.

His dick wasn't hard yet, but he sent it anyways. You received the picture and you reconsidered quitting your job to go to Toji's house, but then you'd both be broke so, you sat your ass down.

The picture displayed his thick, long dick, the tip was pink and laid limp but looked appealing nonetheless, the camera lens looked greasy or maybe that was just the quality of his phone(he has a Samsung Galaxy j2 prime).

You replied, 'omg i'm so wet 🤤', when Toji received the text his eyes widened and his dick twitched, he slipped his hand down his loose sweatpants, jerking himself off a little, enough to get him hard. He felt sticky beads of pre-cum dribble from the swollen tip, making it easier for his palm to rub up and down his fat cock.

He hissed through his teeth, thumb clicking onto the small screen of his phone, clicking to where you had sent him a picture of your boobs, he stared at the picture while jerking off, wishing he was squeezing them, maybe even fucking them.

He came hard, ruining his sweatpants with a large spot of cum. He groaned when he finished, sending you a weird GIF of a glazed donut, chuckling as he wiped his hand on the fabric of his sweatpants. 'Maybe this phone was good for something' he thought.

─── CHOSO KAMO

Choso is shy, especially when it comes to trying new things. Not to mention he's dense, so when you were extremely horny one particular night and texted him trying to coax some sort of arousing conversation out of him, he wouldn't budge.

So you realized that maybe you'd have to be more bold, or straightforward. So when you directly sent him 'send me a video of you jerking off with sound' he obviously replied with a stream of question marks.

Obviously it took some persuading, but you were compelling so he gave in anyway. Choso, on the other hand, was panicking. He had never done this before, the only time he uses his phone to record something is for taking a video of you doing something dumb or trying a new food or at a scenic place. He's never used his phone for this.

But, despite his drawbacks on the situation, he was enthralled— you really wanted to see him that badly that you requested a video of him touching himself? It nearly made his heart flutter and surely made his dick twitch.

So he laid in his bed, got lotion and shifted his wasitband down, letting his cock spring free. He was already hard, but the cold air hitting his moist cock made him even more aware, he squirted a few pumps of lotion onto his hand, grabbing his dick and rubbing the cold, white substance onto it, the lotion mixed with the glossy beads of pre-cum already dripping from his flushed tip.

He quickly grabbed his phone with his unoccupied hand, finding the camera app and clicking record, he panned the lens directly onto his hard dick. He stroked himself letting all the nasty sounds his hands made wrapped around his cock enter the phone speaker, occassional whines would also end up in the video.

Choso's hand was shaking slightly, making the video wobbly and his pants and whimpers grew louder. As his hands moved faster, up and down his lotion-lathered cock he let out loud, throaty moans, gasping loudly when he became close.

He let out a string of curses followed by a chant of your name when he finally came, shooting thick, creamy white ropes of his cum all over his thighs, that dripped down from the tip and slid down all the way down to the base of his cock, even while he came he still stroked himself, panting loudly into the speaker, letting out pathetic whines as he came down from his high.

The video was a total of three minutes, three minutes of pure filth. You had to watch the video with your headphones on, listening to every second. And to be honest you were surprised, you didn't think Choso had it in him, you promised him something back but all he wanted to know was if he did a good job.

You sent him a picture of your soaked through panties to let him be the judge.