#bully!gojo

"you two are ridiculous," you muttered, trying to sidestep. gojo slid with you, "ridiculously sexy, you mean." his pearly teeth flashed. "don’t fool yourself. you love the attention. if not, you wouldn’t have shown."

"you did agree to meet us here, though. not very convincing if rejection was the plan." geto added, bracing a palm beside your head so as to box you in with no avenue to slip away. your nostrils flared. the audacity! the strongest duo literally think they can get away with anything just because they're hot.

"i came to get my notes back. because you stole them."

"and you'll get them back," geto promised smoothly, gaze dropping to where gojo's hand toyed at the hem of your skirt. "but first, answer honestly—do you want this?" something in his mauve eyes gutted your judgment.

you hated how your voice caught. "…yes."

satoru lit up instantly, like a kid on christmas morning. "ha! i told you! knew she couldn't resist me." he wasted no time slipping a hand beneath your skirt, palm grinding over your panties. the contact made you jolt, back hitting the locker with a metallic clang that echoed through the empty hallway. "try to keep quiet. people could walk by any second." geto advised kindly.

"then maybe don’t do this in a damn hallway," you hissed, bravado cracking when gojo pressed the length of his finger along your clothed slit, rubbing the damp fabric against the seam of your folds. whatever snarky comeback you held dissolved on the tip of your tongue when his fingers finally slipped beneath, sliding through your slick before pushing inside. the pornographic moan that tore from your throat was humiliatingly loud.

"knew it," gojo crowed in triumph, two long fingers pumping into you, curling with rhythmic precision. "fuck—she's so tight. you gotta feel this."

"careful, satoru." suguru murmured, catching your chin between his fingers and tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "she said yes. don't make her regret it."

"hah. don't be a worrywart," his thumb rubbed reassuringly at your clit. "she's loving every second. aren't you, baby?" your only answer was to clutch his wrist, not to push him off but to anchor yourself against the flood of pleasure. geto, smooth as ever, let his hand slide from your jaw down the column of your throat, lingering on your collarbone before cupping your breast through your blouse. his thumb rolled lazily over your nipple, coaxing another gasp as satoru worked you harder.

"now—give me back my notes," you panted. the dark haired boy's eyes widened with such innocence it almost fooled you.

Well, he may have been academically bright, but that ultimately was his only saving grace. He was not known to be the one with the brightest ideas whatsoever. Even he could acknowledge that about himself, and his best friend Geto often commended him for such self-awareness because most people lacked such a thing.

Right. Anyway, it started with him sneaking an upskirt photo of you while waltzing down the same hallway to the exact same class. Yeah, that was his first absolutely brilliant idea and he made sure he was absolutely caught in the act.

Class wasn’t for another, like, ten or so minutes, so at the sound of the phone camera whirring you whipped around, glaring down at the shaggy white haired man with a boyish smirk on his face as he waved his phone with his freshly caught photo of you.

“Pardon me but I just couldn’t pass up this golden opportunity,” he answered like he wasn’t about to get his ass beat or his face smacked—and oh god he hoped you would do both—but instead of you cussing him out or anything else, you merely flared your nostrils and glared down at him like he was the scum of the Earth (he was he could admit that and this was the whole fucking point of him doing this).

“If that’s the only way you can get yourself off, then I feel really sorry for losers like you,” you spat, and you actually spat in his face, something he didn’t even bother wiping off because holy motherfucking SHIT you were talking to him. You were actually talking to him and he was absolutely giddy from the inside out!!! “Keep the photo, it’s not like you aren’t the first guy who attempted that with me.”

With that, you turned on your heel and stormed off into the lecture room, leaving behind Gojo with his jaw hung open. He couldn’t believe what he just heard. Actually, wait, of course he could believe it, most men were classless asshats and he was no exception to that fact, but now he wanted to hunt down and murder any other man who thought that was a bright idea so you wouldn’t have to worry about something like that ever again.

It didn’t take him that long. With looks like his and him practically being made of money, he got the names. He hunted them down. Blackmailed each and every one of them and they not only deleted those files of you, they paid you, just about the same amount of money it took him to even get those names. You weren’t sure how this happened, and you didn’t know what to make of the fact that that was more men than you (or even Gojo) expected to pull off shit like that, but at least that was one less concern for you. You could go back to focusing on your goals.

But he wanted to find another way to attract your attention. It was still assholey but it was better than being straight up ignored.

(He didn’t delete that photo of yours because he wasn’t going to be an asshole and upload it to the web, or something like that. He just wanted it for himself. He still snapped a lot less scandalous photos of you in secret, just you living your life, because you were a work of art. Absolutely beautiful. And he wanted the walls of his apartment to be full of you, a true beauty.)

Maybe he should have thought of a more amicable approach, but Gojo was also never known to be that kind of guy, either. He liked to press on people’s nerves. He liked to see how long it took for them to shatter but as it would appear you were one of the toughest nuts he ever had to crack.

So that meant he may have had to bring out The Big Guns. His extra pair of pincers for when he couldn’t do things the manual way if you will. He always got his way and he never knew how to handle the painful sting of being ignored even when you had every right to ignore his ‘efforts.’

If sneaking scandalous pictures of you wasn’t enough, he resorted to other classics: a classic smack! on your ass every time you passed by him, hard enough that he left a large imprint on your jeans (something he took a little too much pride in, he had to be honest with himself). When you whipped around to glare at him you were met with a dopey grin from him. This only infuriated you for a split nanosecond and then you went right back to your normal day to day activities and that had him absolutely livid and he didn’t know why the absolute fuck nothing he was doing was working yet. Did you really have that much experience in this department? Of course you had, nearly every girl in the world had and he was only an addition to the statistic that ‘maybe it’s not all men but it’s always a man.’

Now he had to up the ante. Maybe this worst idea was fisting himself until he could fill a jumbo ziploc bag of his cum to keep as a surprise for you when you went to your locker after doing your typical gym routine. He might have had a little too much fun with the way you shrieked at the sight of it, begging the nearby custodian to do a thorough disinfection of all of your belongings (especially seeing as there was a little rip on the bag and it seeped into your post-workout clothes, which made the scenario even better) and he was there just listening outside the women’s locker room of the campus gym. He enjoyed every second of it. He hated that he enjoyed every second of how absolutely appalled you were by this turn of events. That had to mean you finally noticed him in some fashion! Or at least you knew it was him because he cackled on his way out of there once everything was taken care of and you were given fresh clothes as a complimentary gift for such an… unfortunate discovery.

But that wasn’t enough, apparently. You still ignored him even after knowing for sure that he was the fucking culprit. You would have your nose always stuck into your notebooks, revising your notes or something and he would try to make a pass at you or make some kind of snide remark and you wouldn’t so much as look him in the eyes.

How absolutely maddening but it just made it hotter somehow too. That you could put him in his place indirectly or directly. And he kind of liked whatever was wrong with that.

The next time you two spoke again in an actual human conversation and not just in passing was during a lunch hour and he cut in front of you in line for coffee.

“What the fuck!?” you grumbled, “I was here before you!”

“I can see that,” he retorted as he gave you a once-over. You were in your casual “What did you want to order?”

He soaked up every moment you rebooted in real time.

“…Wha?” you were still trying to process what was happening right then but this was also the only time he ever spoke to you like you were a person and not just the object of everything he ever desired (why couldn’t two things be true at once)?

“I’m treating you to coffee,” he explained, then hastily added: “Don’t say no. Please.”

Ah, finally! He got you right where he wanted you for once. He could tell by the way you were still fuming, pouting while pondering your options. You had very few.

You gritted your teeth. “A white mocha with three pumps of sugar free syrup and almond milk.”

“Got it,” Gojo tried to avoid grimacing at such a boring drink. “Seriously, if you’re going to have coffee which is only the best drink ever and at a place like this, let loose a little bit!”

“Excuse you but some of us have goals and aren’t genetically blessed like you happen to be,” you retorted while crossing your arms. All the while Gojo tried to contain the excitement that in some weird way you did compliment him on his physique. “And I just want to be mindful of how I eat! That 6kg weight gain is no joke you know.”

“Alright, alright, fair,” he ordered your coffees and brought yours back for you. “So you know me, right? We’re in—!”

“—Quantum Physics together, yeah, yeah, I know who you are,” you huffed as you idly sipped on your cup. “Everyone knows who you are around here. Pretty sure you’re used to that.”

Well, he couldn’t exactly argue with that logic, he thought in his head while sipping on his overly sugary sweet salted caramel latte.

“Damn, you can drink it straight out piping hot like that?” he inquired in awe, he actually had to take his time to blow the steam wafting out of the sipping hole.

“Well yeah, this is the only time the flavor’s the strongest,” you responded while perking an eyebrow. Yeah, for an asshole he could be kind of weak in some ways… god forbid he was human. “What, you like your coffee lukewarm or something? Eugh! Sorry, but coffee’s either good iced or piping hot. No in between.”

“Nah, ‘course not, I like hot coffee too, but not so hot it’ll burn my tongue off or something… you must be made of steel,” he laughed while taking another experimental sip, deciding this was an okay enough temperature. “Anyways, I kind of got curious and peeped your latest exam grade when we got them handed back today… yikes. Y’need any help, or…?”

“…I think I’ll get by just fine,” you replied, ushering him to move out of the way as other students poured into the cafe. “You probably charge way too much for your services anyway.”

“It’s free.”

“…Huh?”

“Like, my tutoring services are free!” he babbled on, “I don’t really need to be making extra money. And we’re all here for the same reason, right?”

Please say yes PLEASE say yes PLEASE say yes—

“—you think I haven’t forgotten you taking that picture of me? That was my first impression of you. The last thing I need is to be in debt to someone who violated my privacy.”

Oh. Oh. Right. He never apologized for that, didn’t he? Then again, he had hoped you would have forgotten about that since that happened to you enough times already beforehand (which he was still angry about learning even after giving you the justice you so rightfully deserved).

“I’m afraid I don’t recall such an incident,” he decided to go with lying straight through his teeth and by the adorable way your eyes twitched at his denial, he took that ball and ran with it: “So maybe we can help each other out in the sense that, uh, maybe you could… remind me what happened that day? That way we both get something out of it. Besides, I have plenty more for you where that came from.”

Why the fuck was he digging his own grave? He might have really wanted to get his ass kicked, but if that meant it was by you and you actually gave him the time of day, that was everything to him.

For whatever reason, your resolve caved and you sucked up your pride in favor of focusing on what was better for you, and that was improving those nasty exam scores. Okay maybe they weren’t all that bad but by his standards and by the amount of limitless potential you clearly displayed? Atrocious. You deserved phenomenal things.

The first tutoring session, he invited you over. You swung your backpack into the chair next to you at his dining table and he joined you.

“Damn, don’t I even get a hello, and/or a thank you, Gojo, for taking the time out of your day to help me study and I don’t even have to pay a damn cent!”

“You said this service was for free,” you reminded him, pulling out your meticulously organized folders for your shared classes. “And we still have to address the elephant in the room. What did you mean by you had more where that came from? How long have you actually been stalking me, you fucking weirdo?”

Oh fuck, he hoped you kept talking to him like that. No one ever talked to him like that.

“I might have done you a few favors since our last few encounters,” he confessed, “But nothing that you have to worry your pretty little head about! Let’s just say I made sure no one else gave you any trouble ever again.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean? You don’t need to be all vague and cryptic! Just say whatever the fuck you wanted to say and then let’s get started. I’m not here to get buddy buddy with someone who clearly lacks social skills. What kind of asshole takes upskirt pictures of random girls for no other reason than to be a creep? Why the fuck did you smack my ass so many times? We never even interacted,” you rambled, while Gojo fell silent, allowing your disgust to really sink in but all it did was make him become an even bigger sip for you. “What else have you done? Oh yeah, the bag of semen in my locker. That was fucking nasty. I had to get one of the custodians to do away with that and I still felt bad that they even had to bear witness to it.”

“Yeah,” he licked his lips, “Keep going. What other grievances about me did you want to air out?”

He didn’t now why you kept going unless there was some twisted part of you that liked the attention he was giving (he knew he was going off wishful thinking and pure delusion), but you decided to give him what he wanted, laying everything out on the table for him and he did everything he could in that moment to keep himself composed.

Except Satoru Gojo knew what he was good at just as well as what he actually was spectacularly awful at, and one of those things he was spectacularly awful at was keeping his fucking composure.

“I felt the amount of times you tried to push yourself into my ass when leaving class,” you added, “And that wasn’t cute. My friend Shoko knows you and she kept asking me whether we actually knew each other and we didn’t before you cut me in line that day.”

“Ohhh, so that’s why Shoko kept giving me death glares during our hangouts lately,” Gojo commented while stroking his chin. “She was more concerned with Suguru anyways and was hardly talking to me.”

You didn’t know who Suguru was, it looked like from the blank expression on your face (or you were just tuning him out, that was just as likely, because he came equipped with this unfortunate side effect of being insanely attractive until he opened his blabbermouth) and instead of reacting, you pointed to some of the topics from the lectures that week.

“So let’s review the material that cost me the last exam,” you went on, and as you babbled, Gojo’s mind ran far away somewhere else. He already enjoyed getting to be so close to you! He wondered how many other ways he could leverage this. While he did say his services were for free, that didn’t mean he stilll didn’t want payment in other forms… there was no rule saying no, right?

At that point Gojo knew his grin spread so wide it connected to his ears and he would be embarrassed about if not for the fact that there was actually nothing he found embarrassing about his clear attraction to you.

It was probably more than attraction though at this point. How long had it been now? They were already nearly finished with junior year and he had been pining for the last like seven months now.

“Excuse me, uh, Earth has been trying to contact Gojo for the last five minutes. Do you copy?” your voice drew him out of whatever daze he was in because he was too busy watching your lips move rather than listening to what you were actually telling him or asking him about, which he totally would not apologize for either because at least it was your lips and not your gorgeous tits.

But now that he mentioned them, his eyes ventured lower—

“—Eyes up here, Gojo,” you grumbled, fighting off the urge to roll your eyes. “You seriously don’t think without your dick involved, huh?”

“Nope,” he admitted, not an ounce of shame from that tone.

“Maybe we need to do something about it,” you said out of nowhere. Either his ears were deceiving him, or you propositioned him… did you proposition him or was he still stuck in his maladaptive daydreaming?

“Well?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he trailed off, trying to find wherever the hell his brain went in this scenario but who was to say you even needed your brain when you just offered him an outlet?

“I’ll let you blow off some steam,” you went on in a sweet, honeyed tone as you waltzed over to his side of the table, resting a palm to his chest, where his beating heart gave more away than he wanted. “But under my rules.”

You shoved him away from the table, leaving a gap large enough for you to get in between and to dig your knee into his crotch while your other leg snaked up over his shoulder. He groaned, his hands flying to grab generous fistfuls of your ass, and you reprimanded him (or rewarded him?) by digging your knee deeper against his cock which already became rock hard. You probably found that pathetic and he couldn’t get enough of the fact.

“Fuck, please, pleasepleaseplease let me fuck you,” Gojo pleaded, “Please.”

You shushed him with a feathery light peck to his lips and he whined through it. Tame him like the brat he was, he would do more than just be a fucking brat if it meant you paid attention to him.

“How far would you go just to touch my pussy?” you murmured against his lips before nipping his lower lip. He whimpered, actually fucking whimpered and Satoru Gojo did not fucking whimper, but you seemed to be the exception rather than the rule for him.

“Anything,” he replied, voice dripping in lust. “Anything at all.”

He didn’t mind that at all. Welcomed the idea with open arms. He liked the idea of someone whipping him into proper shape. He never received that kind of conditioning anywhere else.

Your lips locked again and the two of you nearly tipped over the chair he was still seated in until Gojo thought quick enough to hoist you up and travel to the couch, where he lay his back on while he continued to fill your mouth full of his tongue. He sought every crevice, every nook and cranny, desperate to be drenched in you (and he definitely would soon in more ways than one). He refused to break the kiss, and he got a little too into your little whiny protests and—

“—holy fuck did you just step on my dick?” he gasped and his eyes fell to the heel of your foot doing just that, adding more pressure to his already oversensitive cock and the dull ache that was beginning to surge through his body but oddly enough he found himself enjoying that a little too much. He seemed to be learning something new every second more he was spending time with you.

“This contact is already more than what you deserve for everything you’ve done,” you retorted, “You said you would do anything to even touch my pussy, right?”

Wow, you were really hitting him where he was really weak.

“Yes,” he breathed, eyes darkening as he began to embrace that pain slowly mounting into pleasure. “Anything.”

“Then this is how you’ll come, Gojo,” you replied, freeing his cock from his pants and cupping his shaft between your heels. “I’m already giving you more than you deserve.” You went on as you walked a pair of your fingers along his pecs, making him groan again and nearly throw his head back. “So take what you want. I’m letting you.”

Through verbalizing far too many whimpers and cries Gojo did as he was told like an obedient little boy, bucking his hips and fucking his cock between the soft moisturized heels of your feet. His vision became as white as his shock white hair after pumping long enough that he drenched his arousal all over your feet, and you didn’t even make a face, only grinning into his neck as he took what he longed for and didn’t even stop after one orgasm like the greedy little fuck he was. You didn’t protest, and unfortunately for you, he had plenty to give you. He would give you everything if you let him.

And then some.

He wrung another. And another. But rather than keep going, he paused, cupping your face and saying, “I’ll clean you right up. Sit and relax, will ya?”

“Oh,” you replied while hiding your mischievous smile behind your hand. “But did I tell you that you could?”

“Can I clean you up, baby?” he asked again, in a more softer, reverent tone. “I’ll make sure I’ll take care of every last drop.”

You pretended to ponder over your decision, your eyes rolling upward before he shifted positions, having you sitting and relaxing like he gently requested of you earlier. He took his time with each toe on either of your feet, locking eyes with you the entire time as you tried to keep up that ‘stern dominitrix’ persona. Which clearly at this point, you were failing to maintain that character. To be fair, he knew you didn’t have that kind of personality in you, not really, but he was willing to let you have the controls here.

But now you were the one trying to keep from begging him for something. That was what he was waiting for as he finished his job and might he just admit to himself that he did an immaculate job while inspecting his handiwork because by the end of it you were already keening, spreading your legs, trying to crawl away from him but he kept you locked in place. He did say he was going to take care of every single last drop of his mess and h meant every word of that.

“Did I finally earn the right to touch your pussy, baby?” he purred with his eyes cloudy from lust and affection, leaning in toward your crotch. He could already smell your wetness, that natural musk of yours so dizzying and he wanted a taste. Just a taste would be enough for now, if that was all you would allow him for today. He could always work his way up to more. He could always come crawling back because he decided this was what he wanted waiting for him every single damn day for the rest of his fucking life already.

“Please,” you whispered, the spoken permission barely audible but he already had you being the one to beg! And unable to contain his eagerness, he dove between your legs and yanked off your shorts, revealing that little patch of dampness on the cotton of your sheer pink panties and drool began to dribble down the corner of his mouth.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he grunted as he leaned in to inhale more of your natural musky scent.

“Really? You think all those times you weren’t trying too hard to get my attention weren’t obvious tells you wanted me soooo bad?” you taunted back, “I think subtlety isn’t your strong suit…”

“Heh, you’re right baby, it isn’t…” he found himself agreeing, smothering your thighs with slobbery smooching before returning to the real matter at hand: taking care of you. In his own unique way. He was getting a reward he clearly didn’t deserve; he may as well take his time milking every little bit of this. The pads of his fingers rubbed the dampness in little circular motions, his sky blue eyes examining your reactions. Already wriggling in your spot, he decided not to tease you for too long, ripping off the fabric which earned a harsh scolding out of you about how you didn’t have any spares.

“Don’t worry,” he laughed, “I’ll let you borrow one of mine and we’re even, alright?”

“Not sure how I’ll feel wearing boys’ boxers…”

“They’re honestly really comfortable.”

“So I’ve heard.”

Laughing again, he resumed his task, enjoying the view of your pretty pussy already sopping wet for him and he barely started. His fingers lightly tapped against your engorged clit, making you inhale sharply from the raw contact and he purred at you to relax.

“I got you,” he promised, his fingers continuing in slow circular motions. “Just leave it all to me, gorgeous.”

He noted the way your cheeks dusted pink from that. You might deny how much you liked being praised, but he wasn’t going to ignore the fact. Before long, you were more than squirming beneath his heated gaze and dexterous fingers working that little swollen bundle of nerves and he relished in your little cries and pleas after you tried so hard to take back some control over the situation. As if to rub more salt into the wound (in, uh, a pleasurable way?) his tongue entered the picture, lapping between your folds in tandem with his fingers which had you thrashing about and he coaxed you with a gentle squeeze on your hip with his unoccupied hand.

“Fuck,” he groaned, lapping at your pussy like he thirsted for you and the only way to quench that thirst was with your raw natural taste. “So good. So fucking good.”

“Gojo…”

“Nu uh uh,” he tutted, “My name, baby. Say it.”

“Satoru please,” you gasped, “Close.”

“Yeah?” he taunted, “Come in my mouth, baby. Give it to me.”

He closed his mouth over your twitching hole and the dam broke. Your arousal trickled into his mouth with a sort of lewd elegance and he took every last drop like this was the only way to sate his desires and this was far from over. The craziest part of all of this was he hadn’t even unleashed his full beast yet and he wasn’t sure if you were ready to experience it. That might be something he would have to ease you into by how putty into his hands (or into his mouth) you already were…

“Fuck,” he said again, still tasting the remnants of you on his tongue and refusing to let it die. He needed more. He needed you. He sucked off whatever more he could from his fingers like you were a delicacy and there was no contest that you were the cream of the crop. Much like him, actually. That was why he thought you were the perfect match for him. Quite frankly you were the only one who was a match for him.

“Do I get to do more than just touch your pussy, baby?” he asked after a period of catching his breath and allowing you to come down from riding that high. “Though, I kind of already did, huh?”

“Y-you can,” you managed, breathless, clearly, but of course you were, it was him who was doing this to you and he outperformed the majority of men in this department. You were lucky enough to be on the receiving end for as long as this went, and if he could help it, this was going to last for the rest of your lives. Call it jumping the gun too soon or whatever you want, but he knew who or what he wanted.

And he always got what he wanted.

Case in point.

He was already lining up his veiny, desperate cock, already twitching with need and you could feel it ghosting the rim of your hole.

“Don’t tease me,” you pouted, “You already do that too much!”

Without further preamble, he pushed himself in with another grunt, eyes rolling back as he was hit by overwhelm at how easily your pussy sucked him in, like you were the perfect sleeve and he was hellbent on wearing you on him for the rest of his life.

He really meant that.

He held his tongue, figuratively speaking of course. He was lucky that he was already inside you, he was lucky that he even got to be inside you, and he locked his gaze onto yours as your nose scrunched from the intrusion. Your body reacted far too readily at even the slightest touch.

His thrusts were easy, almost painfully gentle, as he was ah hem rather large and comparatively so to the rest of his peers and he definitely didn’t let that get to his head, no not at all! Definitely not by the way he rested his forehead against yours and barely seemed like he was doing most of the heavy lifting here when he clearly was. Your eyebrows furrowed as you studied him and he took in the little details. The little mole you had. The way you fluttered your eyes shut as another moan stroked your pretty lips that he wanted to kiss again, so he did, brushing his against yours while murmuring how gorgeous you were like this.

“You do look so much better when you aren’t on the defensive,” he teased with a little grin as he jerked his hips suddenly which had you clinging to him for support. Fuck he loved every minute of that.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to be on the defensive so much if you weren’t such a fucking shitshow at getting a girl’s attention,” you shot back but you were smiling so he knew you were just spewing shit out of your ass. He cackled, that gradual pace soon melding into a faster and sharper one, his hips snapping with each rhythmic thrust and your body pulsated in real time. Your whole body convulsed as you clung to him for dear life, wrapping yourself around him, whimpering, suddenly the dam broke again and you were spilling yourself all over his cock which was still fucking into you at a more ruthless pace.

“That’s it. Let go for me, Princess. I swear you’re still using your head too much even when I’m trying to fuck the brains out of you,” he chuckled with a soft peck to your forehead. “Got to turn that brain off sometimes or you’re going to lose your mind. I’ve witnessed that firsthand with some people I really care about you know? Don’t want that to happen to you too, so let’s see what we can do about putting your worries aside so I can take care of you, yeah?”

“I… why are you being so weirdly sweet to me right now?”

“I don’t know. Probably ‘cause I got the entirety of my cock inside of you and it’s rewiring my brain chemistry Neuroplasticity and all,” he quipped.

You whacked his shoulder and groaned. “So fucking corny. I don’t know why or how someone as cool as Shoko hangs out with a guy like you.”

“Come on, I literally am giving you orgasms and you’re already talking about my clearly way cooler friends?”

“Well duh, it’s just something I can’t wrap my head around! That Geto guy, I can understand because he’s just you but somehow more civilized and actually has a filter, but Shoko I just can’t figure out.”

“Like I said, baby, you are using your head way too much when there should be no reality involved while I am literally. inside of you.”

“Yeah, still can’t believe you are, can’t you? Which is why you keep bringing it up,” you retaliated as that dusty pink flush on your cheeks deepened to an almost unnatural degree. So. Fucking. Cute.

“Nope,” he replied with another one of his dopey grins before poking your nose. “Now shut your gorgeous little mouth and let me get a few more out of you, and then maybe we can discuss the logistics or the lack thereof on how I’m friends with the people you think are way cooler than me.”

“It will forever remain a mystery,” you clapped back as you leaned in and kissed him again, all the while he was still working himself inside of you and holding himself together because maybe he was preventing himself from coming for a bit so you could have your fill. He was a generous man after all. So, so generous.

“Because you have yet to apologize for all of that weirdness from before,” you muttered into his lips. “And yet I’m letting you fuck me.”

Gojo scoffed, whispering into your ear before kissing it: “Have you ever considered that you just might be a little into it?”

“Thought you wanted to fuck the brains out of me because I’m still thinking too hard.”

“Oh! That’s right,” he replied with an especially sharp jerk of his hips and getting your spot just right, wringing another orgasm out of you. Your lips found each other again and he definitely didn’t have a watch around, uncaring that by the time he was through with you, all feeling was lost in your hips and legs and he still wanted more out of this.

“Sorry we couldn’t get anything… uh, done today,” he confessed while rubbing the back of his head, helping you into a fresh set of clothes. His. His expensive ass white button up that seemed to suit you way better than it did him somehow and a pair of oversized shorts. You were kind of drowning in his clothes which he found insanely cute and totally photographable but he already had way too big of a shrine of you in his room which he had yet to take down. Maybe you would be into that though. He already kind of really worshiped you… never mind his unique way of expressing such worship.

“I’d say this session turned out better than expected,” you snarked, hiding your hands into his sleeves. Your face was still deeply flushed and your hair clung to your forehead, damp from sweat. Gojo found himself licking his lips again.

God, you were beautiful.

“I’m glad you think so,” he finally said after clearing his throat. “Same time tomorrow? And uhhh, maybe a proper date? Let you know the deets later?”

Satoru's cock is shoved deep inside you, his pace is so brutal that it shakes the net above you. His light features paint a cruel scowl, a grin that knows hes got you wrapped around his fucking finger.

Its not the first time satoru has ruined one of your plans. Last week he foiled your origami lesson for the juniors by telling everyone you cheated on your exam. And you spent days regaining your hard earned grade back.

Thrust.

Thrust

Each brutal slam satoru lands on you, each time your spine bruises against the pole, each tortuously long stroke is a reminder that you could've just run away from him. You could've just kicked him in the balls.

But its so much more fun to have him grip the hair at the base of your neck and fuck you like you'll both die tomorrow.

"Filthy little slut" satoru spits through his teeth.

"Just can't get enough of my cock huh?"

Tears prick your eyes as satoru doesn't give up his relentless pace. Someone could walk in at any moment. A teacher. Your friend...his friends...what would the Tokyo champion basketball team think of their captain railing his usual victim against their beloved net post.

The fear of it...it was almost too much to bear. You'd rather have professor nanami come in here and expel you if you were being completely honest with your self.

Your legs were beginning to feel like jelly. Your walls like gummy, soft and tender to allow gojo's cock the maximum damage to your insides. Each stroke is long and tantalisingly bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

"You like this dont you? Like being fucked by your bully" Satoru taunts.

"I bet no one else could ever fuck you this good. Actually, i bet you've never been fucked at all"

You sniffle. "Fuck you gojo"

Satoru's lips pull into a cruel grin. Hes getting closer and closer to his climax. "That's what we're doing babe. Aren't you clever?"

Your moans and groans echo and reverberate in the stadium, bouncing off the walls. Its not everyday that your railed against a net post in your schools stadium. But it is the first time gojo and you have fucked.

You almost wish he wasnt your bully so that you could have him everyday...almost.

As Satoru's cum spills into you, the two of you are groaning and panting as you come down from the high. His sparkling blue eyes stare you down as he pulls his calvin Klein briefs and school trousers back over his skinny legs and sharp hips.

Your skirt struggles to button up again but satoru doesn't help you.

You roll your eyes. "I dont even know why I agreed to this"

"Didn't think the nerd had it in her" he winks.

Satoru runs his hand through his damp white hair. "Oh you just couldn't resist me. Like most girls can't"

Grumbling, you manage to fix up your skirt. Satoru shoves a wad of cash against your chest and laughs.

"What do ya say we make it a little more exciting?"

Confused, you take the roll of cash, however much it was, he wasn't getting it back. You stuffed it into your pocket.

"Is this to keep me from publicly humiliating you by telling everyone you fucked me?" You scoff.

Satoru tilts his head. "Oh not at all, you've a damn nice pussy on you nerd"

Just then, the star players of the campus basketball team flood into the stadium. Toji Fushiguro. Ryomen Sukuna. Suguru Geto. Choso Kamo.

The golden boys of the team. Also back to back statewide champions in the national Tokyo team. All of them are attractive beyond any reason to be such. Buff. Tall. Dangerously curious about you.

"But my boys...they just need a little cooldown"