joji shit

1. cut ur damn nails

in which your boyfriend needs to cut his nails or else he won't get no pussy tonight ;)

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You and Joji had been out with the guys all night celebrating Chad's birthday at the bar and surprisingly, neither of you two were buzzed.

You were hanging outside on the roof of some skyscraper in the city where this pop up bar set its equipment along with a band playing music to keep the night alive. The moon was nowhere to be seen but the stars were on full display above the bustling city down below. The slow music changed the mood from around an hour ago when they had everybody on their feet dancing the night away. Everything was now calm and overall chill, with some smooth background music playing.

Joji was dressed in his usual plain white t-shirt which was a size or two too large, black pants and his 1989 cap, smoking a cigarette with you beside him. He looked out towards the city while you both leaned onto the metal railing just enjoying your time.

"Babe, can I try a puff?" you ask leaning your shoulder to the right so you could bump it against his. "What, no," he chuckled shaking his head, "You're the one who always tells me I need to cut down on smoking, now you're asking 'to try a puff'?" he laughs again at your terminology, making you blush and lightly slap his toned arm.

"Y/N, what if you cough to death or something? What if- what if you puke on me? I don't really want that, babe." he chimed playfully, trying to convince you with a smile tugging on his full lips.

"Joji, I won't cough to death or puke, I have tried smoking before, you know," you said confidently, glancing towards his hand reaching up to his lips to inhale from the cigarette when you noticed how long your boyfriends nails were.

"No, sorr— wait, you've tried smoking before? when?" he asked, curiosity taking over his face.

"George," you said blankly, gripping his free hand and inspecting his nails, "Why the fuck are your nails almost as long as mine?" disgust clearly shown in your voice.

"Don't change the subject," he snatched his hand away and narrowed his eyes, slightly embarrassed by the fact you called him out on his nails. "I'm not changing the subject, you need to cut your nails babe, this is gross. Not to mention— " he cut you off by giving you the cigarette, assuming it'll stop you from keeping on the topic of his nails.

Smiling a little triumphantly, you took it between your index and middle finger and had a drag from the cigarette that was once between your boyfriends lips. You inhale letting the nicotine seep into you, closing your eyes ever so slightly before letting the smoke slowly creep out past your red lips.

George had his attention fully on you, infatuated and quite impressed with the scene in front of him. His eyes were on your lips as he bit his own, letting his thoughts roam to places he'd rather not say.

"Uh, that's enough for now," his voice low, he took it from your fingers and faced towards the buildings ahead of him, focusing on the red lipstick stain on the cigarette between his index finger and thumb. His mind was racing, he hadn't realized the fact that you two haven't gotten intimate in almost 2 months now, and only now did he realize how badly he needed you.

You noticed his change in demeanor and snaked your arm around his, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Babe," you whispered, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand, receiving a hum for a reply from him.

"You okay?" you asked, almost feeling bad about the nail comment, but you really didn't like long nails on guys, it was a pretty big turn off for you. And besides, you knew Joji wouldn't take it in a bad way, you two were too close for that type of thing.