mean! bully! reader spits on gojo and he gets hard.
tags : feminine mean reader × nerd gojo satoru
(reader is indicated to be plus size, but my smaller princess can read this too obviously, gojo is submissive here)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78492931
Gojo Satoru was not a loser. Of course he was not. A prodigy, the best of the best. The man studied at the most prestigious universities in the world, fully funded scholarship, not that he needed one. His family was undeniably wealthy. Even so, with plenty of connections and shit ton of money, he pursued everything he had with his own intellect. Currently he is doing a major in aeronautical engineering, he worked hard for it, too hard.
Satoru's white hair, bright blue eyes stand out like a sore thumb among the dozens of students in the courtyard. He towered over most of them standing tall at approximately 6 feet and 4 inches. He walked with his usual confident stance– well, fake confident stance. Anyone could tell he was pretending to be unbothered, but he couldn't mask it well, his eyes were wandering left and right behind the thick glasses. He looked like he knew it all, and he was, yet he lacked feeling normal in social settings. Satoru was smart, intelligent, a genius, but his awkwardness was evident to anyone who spoke to him. And you did speak to him, on a regular basis. He was your favorite victim after all. Satoru might have been gifted, he might have been a pure vessel of talent, but he was also pathetic. So pathetic, so timid, so small. What a fucking loser.
“There you are, I was looking for you in the cafeteria.” You said twirling your hair with your finger, nails freshly painted with your favorite color, he noticed it, obviously because you had made him pay for it. You looked up at him, your long eyelashes batting at him with a cunning manner, eyeliner making your eyes look more pronounced.
“I don't eat at the cafeteria, you know that. They don't serve healthy food, cooking so much together at the same time destroys the taste of the dish.” He said, trying not to look at your body.
Fuck. Your body. His fucking bane of existence. So soft, so plump, so fucking ethereal. You were a big girl, and you showed it off, rightfully so. Standing there in a pink dress that ended at your mid thighs, the end swaying occasionally in the wind giving him slight views of your thick thighs, your chubby legs looking more pronounced because of the high heels you wore. You always wore high heels. He wanted to ask you, several times before, isn't it impractical? Isn't it annoying? Doesn't it hurt? If it did, could he pick you up and carry you around? Or maybe let his hands work at your feet, massage it so nice that you call him a good boy.
“Are you talking back, Satoru?” You raised your eyebrow with a scoff, how dare he speak like that? He was supposed to apologize for not being there.
“I-I wasn't talking back….I was just…” You smiled as he stuttered. Good. Turning back you make your way to the exit, he followed, obviously.
Your place is near and it's not hard to get there even quicker when you make him carry your stuff. Satoru looked somewhat odd with a designer pink bag under his arm, his left hand carrying your big baby blue water bottle, and your small Coach purse which didn't fit in the other bag, on the other hand he carried your morning coffee. At first glance it may look like it was another case of a cute couple, but he knew better than that. He wasn't your boyfriend, he hadn't proved himself as deserving till now. Satoru was beneath you, always had been, since the day you laid your eyes on him. That is why he always walked five steps behind you, not that he minded. Your ass looked so perfect in that little dress.
Satoru sat on your room's floor on the pink carpet, doing your assignment like a good boy as you scrolled through your closet looking for outfits for the party at night. You didn't ask him to, didn't have to. He knew his place. He would not want to upset you more after this morning.
“This purple one or the red one?” You asked him to hold up two dresses. The purple one was a strapless dress, with precise and small work done on it, it looked more appropriate for a picnic rather than a party.
The red one on the other hand was another mini dress, but this one had thin straps, the main material was slightly shiny with a slit around the right thigh. The main issue though was the neckline. It was scandalous, going as low as it could get. His eyes went wide as he looked over it.
“Staring like a fool, so this one i guess huh?” You disappeared into the bathroom taking the red dress. He sighed, he didn't know how to control himself around him. It was easier to understand theorems, to apply formulas. They were predictable most of the time, they followed steps, even if he got a question wrong he could start all over again. With you, it was different. If he had messed up even a little bit, he couldn't start over. Satoru never knew what goes down behind your doll eyes, he didn't understand what it meant when you smirked looking down at him. Were you satisfied or were you mad? When you tilted your head and crossed your arms, were you planning something or it was just a habit you had. What did it mean when you would slap him hard and then trace your fingers along the mark? What did it mean when you would pull on his hair and then rub his head like a dog?
“Stop staring at the wall like an idiot.” You emerged from the bathroom wearing that dress.
You looked gorgeous, the color made your tan skin pop, the way your big tits were placed, the generous amounts of cleavage even showed the mole you had on your breast. The material hugged your body like skin, he could read the curves of your round soft tummy and the dip around your hips. Then you shifted slightly, the dress riding up ever so slightly around the slit because it was so tight. You looked sinful, so perfect, standing before him knowing damn well you were his wildest fantasy. He felt a familiar stirring in his pants.
“Say something stupid.” You ordered with a smirk. You knew you looked hot, it was a given. But you had to hear it from his mouth.
“I-It….um…Y-you…you look good.” He managed to say.
Satoru shook his head, “You look really…pretty.”
He looked up, “Y/n. A goddess, you look like a goddess. You are perfect.”
You felt satisfied enough. “Hmpf, of course I am, you don't have to tell me.”
You roll your eyes and turn your back to him, walking to the vanity table checking yourself in the mirror. His eyes followed, and then his throat went dry. It was backless, of course it was.
“Just because I am bringing you to the party doesn't mean you are a part of the group. I need someone to click my pictures.”
“Don't talk to anyone there.”
“Don't stay too close, or too far.”
“Don't look at any girl there.”
“Goddamn, you are agreeing to everything, will you get on your knees and bark if I told you to?”
He stayed silent. Not because he was disagreeing, but because he could already imagine it. He had already been slapped by you a few times when you were angry, you were handsy, you pinched his cheek when bored, pulled on his hair when annoyed, threw things at him one time when you were drunk.
“Shit,” you walked up to him and he played with the pencil in his hand, “you would, you would get on your knees and bark.”
“Look at me when I am speaking to you.” Satoru looked up expecting to see an evil smile or a smirk, but you had this calm but calculating look on your face.
“Get on your knees and bark.”
Satoru couldn't afford to hesitate, and he wondered why, you were from a stable and comfortable background, not as wealthy as him, you never blackmailed him with anything, never bullied him before anyone. You were cruel when no one looked, like right now. Your power over him was natural, as if fate was always supposed to play out this way. So he did it, he got on his knees. Satoru's face was burning, and he felt this strange churning in his stomach. His hands were shaky and he couldn't face her. With his hands behind his back, face turned to his left, he opened his mouth.
“W..w-woof…” You laughed, the same mocking laugh when he was being pathetic.
“The Gojo heir can't even bark properly? Don't fucking piss me off. Look at me while you do it, dog.”
He gulped, the feeling in his stomach intensifying, his pants getting tighter by the second. Satoru looked up at you again.
Was he tearing up? Maybe he was. It was so humiliating, he felt so small, so damn small. But it felt so right. Being on his knees before her, seeing her smile when he did bark.
His cock was rock hard and he knew you could see it. He wasn't small and by the way he was leaking pre cum he was sure he had a wet spot on his jeans already.
“Don't you think good boys deserve treats?”
You asked him as you stepped closer. Satoru whimpered, nodding along.
“Open your mouth then.” He didn't need to be told twice to open his mouth like the loser he was. He waited eagerly for her to do something, his heart thumping so loudly in its cage. You spit directly on his tongue exactly three times before you tell him to swallow. He moaned when he swallowed and opened his mouth for more.
Satoru whimpered when you spat, he loved the way you tasted, he would take anything you gave him. You stepped right before him and pulled his hair back.
“You little loser, you like this huh? Being spat on like a common whore?” You asked him, feeling hot inside your core yourself. His crush on you was obvious, but the way he was willing to degrade himself for you raised another level of excitement within you. Satoru nodded.
“Look at yourself, getting hard because I am mean to you. Is this what you are?” You pressed on his crotch with your feet earning a moan from him. It's desperate, it's loud, he didn't hide his eagerness as he pushed against your feet. You rubbed it across a few times, feeling his thick length against the palm of your feet.
“What are you gonna do about it? You dog, getting hard just because I put on a little dress. So fucking pathetic.”
“I can't help it. You are so pretty, so beautiful, I can't help it.”
“Can't help being a little bitch.”
“Y/n, please…Can I touch myself? Please?”
You scoffed, “Tch. No control over yourself.”
“Please, I will be so good. Please. I need to get off. I'll make you so proud. Let me…”
You sat on your bed, crossing your legs, “Get off then.”
He unbuttons his pants in a hurry, pushing his boxers down to reveal his impressive size. It's long and thick, and had a curve to it with a purple looking head, already leaking ore cum as if he was a teenage boy. He worked his hands up and down, eyes not leaving your body. He moaned when his fingers brushed over the head, whimpering when got to the base.
“Y/n…So pretty, you are so perfect….Fuck…”
He panted religiously, biting his lips hard enough to draw blood.
“Play with your balls too,” you said, your cheeks feeling tingly. This was unexpected but it was so fucking hot. You felt yourself getting wetter, wanting to finish yourself, but you could wait. He did as he was told, his free hand going his heavy balls, fondling with them as his other hand pumped his dick. Satoru could feel himself getting closer and closer, and with your hazy eyes over him, he was so sure that he couldn't get back from this.
“My beautiful Y/n…I'm so fucking close Y/n.” “Cum then.”
He finished soon after that, ropes of white liquid spurting over his abs and some on your carpet, it was an obscene amount of cum and you wondered if he would produce the same amount if he was balls deep inside you. He panted, hand working over his length as he got off his high.
“T-Thank you…Y/n. For letting me.”
You uncrossed your legs, “Don't thank me and come here.” He crawled to you, brain not working to its full capacity just yet. You spread your legs, showing the wet spot on your lace panties.
“Take care of this like a good boy will you?”
Satoru didn't know what good deeds he did in his previous life for this absolute blessing. You were a goddess sitting before him, looking so beautiful with your legs spread, your fat cunt hidden behind the thin layer of your panties. His fingers moved slowly between your thighs, he looked up asking for permission, you nodded. He gulped, pushing your panties down your thighs.
You were so beautiful down there, your plump lips glistening with arousal, he bit his lip as he touched around on a fold, carefully spreading your lips with his fingers. He was getting hard again seeing your insides. He rubbed his fingers around it, earning a soft moan from you, making him feel slightly easier.
Satoru leaned in licking a stripe along your slit making you moan, you tasted good, so fucking good. He had dreamt of this moment so many times before, waking up in the middle of the night with soiled pants. But here he was, face buried between your thighs as if he was a starving man. As he got confident his licks got deliberate.
“Oh…god…Fuck..Satoru..” You whined softly feeling him suck, pushing his tongue inside you while he moaned himself. He pulled back, inserting one finger inside you, pushing it back and forth slowly, then two. You grinded against his digits, your own fingers never went as far as he did. He found your clit, immediately going to lick on it, sucking on the little bundle of nerves with fervor.
“Ah..fuck…yes..like that..” You gave him better access, your back arching. He was good. So good. His tongue was warm and his fingers soon found your G-spot. He felt your walls tighten around his fingers, making him add the third finger, scissoring your wet cunt and stretching you out. Satoru still sucked on your slit, lapping at your juices.
What felt like hours later he bit on your clit, earning a yell from you as you felt yourself orgasm, your thighs shaking, lips parted, nipples hardened against the dress. Satoru didn't stop, he ate you out as you came, drinking your juices eagerly, giving small licks to your sensitive clit. His face was glistening when he pulled back, you looked down on him, feeling satisfied and then intrigued again.
He nodded, looking intoxicated.
You took off your dress, throwing it in a corner of your room. Your heavy breasts now bare, fat puffy nipples hardened from the arousal you just had, “You stretched me out real good just now, why don't you come up and find out if your pathetic cock fits or not?”
He lost his virginity that night, turns out he did fit, he fit so fucking well that you milked him dry until passed out. Even then that was the best outcome he could ask for. After all, Gojo Satoru was a pathetic loser.
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