#bully!gojo

Dragging your feet, you took a cold shower, spent a little longer than usual getting ready, and did some light makeup, just enough to enhance your natural features. A little black mascara and some pink sparkly lip gloss—nothing too over the top. You weren't exactly trying to make a statement tonight. Parties weren't really your thing in the first place, and you certainly weren't planning on attracting anyone's attention.

You chose a baby-pink strapless dress that fell around your knees. It wasn't too revealing, but it wasn't exactly conservative either. You thought it was a safe choice—pretty enough for a party without making you feel like you were dressed completely out of your comfort zone or a total slut.

The colour was almost identical to Sukuna's hair.

You refuse to acknowledge that you noticed that when you picked it.

By the time you arrive at the frat house, however, you immediately realise you've come at possibly the worst time of the night.

The party is already in full swing.

The front door is wide open, with music spilling out onto the street and people coming and going without bothering to knock. You take a tentative step inside and are immediately hit by the combined smell of alcohol, perfume and something vaguely sweaty that you decide you don't want to identify.

The living room is packed. Purple and green lights flash across the walls, making everything look strangely distorted, while people shout over the music and dance in whatever tiny spaces they can find.

Some are already stumbling around with drinks in their hands, others are pressed against the walls making out, and the sofa is practically occupied by couples who seem to have forgotten that they're in a public room, having sex like wild animals.

You quickly look away.

Your eyes scan the crowd, searching for anyone familiar, but you don't immediately recognise anyone.

Then again, you barely know anyone here.

You suddenly wonder if you should just turn around and go home. Maybe you can text Sukuna and tell him you weren't feeling well.

You take one step backward—

—and someone crashes directly into your shoulder, causing you to stumble backward.

“Ouch.”

“Watch where you're going, stupid—”

Sukuna’s irritated voice cuts off the moment he realises who he has just bumped into. His sentence dies halfway when he looks at you.

His expression changes almost immediately.

He almost doesn’t recognise you at first. Not because you look different, but because you look far prettier than he remembers.

For a second, he simply stares.

His eyes travel slowly from your face down to the soft pink dress you’re wearing. The delicate fabric hugs your figure around the waist before falling loosely around your legs, making you look almost too innocent for the thoughts running through his mind.

A slow smirk spreads across his face.

Just as you’re about to apologise and walk past him, he catches you by the arms, stopping you in your tracks.

Naturally, you turn toward him.

Your eyes land on the familiar tattoos winding around his wrist before travelling upward.

Sukuna looks painfully attractive as always. He's wearing a black cap backwards, his pink hair poking messily out from underneath it. His grey tank top exposes his collarbones and muscular arms, while the dim party lights catch against the silver chain hanging loosely around his neck. He looks completely at home here, unlike you, who already feels like you made a terrible mistake by stepping through the front door. The flickering lights cast shadows across his features, somehow making him look even more intimidating.

“Sukuna, I’m sorry, I was—”

“It’s okay, princess.” His expression softens into an amused grin.

“It’s too crowded in here for you, I know.”

Before you can answer, he pulls you against his chest, seemingly more concerned about some drunk idiot bumping into you again than anything else.

“Come on. Follow me.”

He doesn’t give you much of a chance to respond before leading you through the swarm of people.

You don’t recognise most of them, but you can tell that several are members of the fraternity. A few pat Sukuna on the shoulder as he passes, while others raise their cups toward him in greeting. He acknowledges them with a brief nod but doesn't stop.

His large, calloused hand remains intertwined with yours the entire time, his grip firm enough to make sure you don’t get separated from him in the crowd.

Eventually, he leads you into the kitchen, where the main island is covered with bottles of liquor and half-empty cups. A few guys are standing around talking, the music noticeably quieter here, making it easier to actually hear one another.

You immediately notice several pairs of eyes turning toward you.

Your shoulders are bare. You tug lightly at the top of your dress, suddenly conscious of how exposed your shoulders are.

You instinctively pull your arms over yourself and lower your head, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

You’ve always hated attention from boys, especially from guys your own age.

Sukuna notices almost immediately.

“Stop fucking looking at her,” he warns, his voice suddenly much colder. “She’s mine. One more look and I’m breaking your ugly faces.”

The guys quickly look away, and a few of them even find an excuse to leave the kitchen.

Sukuna watches them disappear before turning back toward you. He sets down the glass of whiskey he’s holding before stepping closer. Then, without much effort, he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you onto the cool marble countertop as though you weigh nothing.

You let out a startled gasp, your feet dangling above the floor.

One of his arms braces against the cabinet above your head while the other rests against your waist, keeping you steady. Your dress bunches slightly around your thighs as you sit there, suddenly very aware of how close he is.

Sukuna reaches up and brushes a few stray strands of hair away from your shoulder, exposing the side of your neck. The back of his fingers slowly traces along your cheek as he studies your adorable pouty face.

“Did you miss me, princess?”

His voice is low, his breath warm against your ear.

“N-no.” You swallow nervously. “You told me to come, remember?”

His crimson eyes narrow slightly as he stares at you.

You grip the edge of the counter, suddenly unsure of what to do with yourself.

He only hums in response, lowering his head to take in the scent of whatever perfume you’re wearing. You instinctively shut your eyes when you feel his lips brush against your neck, a wet muscle darting out to lick a stripe from your neck up to your jaw. You feel his arms moving around your torso as though shielding you from everyone else behind him.

Sukuna presses a few slow, lingering kisses against your neck, making you instinctively draw your knees closer together. Heat spreads through your body, dangerously traveling down your spine, and you suddenly become far too aware of how close the two of you are. He starts sucking and biting all over the sides of your sensitive neck, angling his head to take in more of your soft skin.

Carefully, he reaches up and cups your jaw, wrapping a hand around your throat to pull you in closer before pressing his lips against yours.

The minty vanilla-scented lip gloss spreads across his tastebuds. He angles your head, and you gasp, opening your mouth as his tongue dips into your wet cavern, swiping behind your teeth and all across the roof of your mouth. Your hands grip onto his broad shoulders, manicured nails digging deep into his skin when he bites down on your swollen lips.

“Mmngh—” you yelp at the sensation, and he pulls away, releasing his grip on your neck as he smiles eagerly at you.

A million thoughts rush through your mind when you realise that you just kissed him. You try to ignore the wetness building in your panties, wondering how it would feel if Sukuna kissed you lower, until he reaches your—

“Heyyy! Glad that you made it!”

Gojo's voice cuts through the moment, loud enough to be heard over the music spilling in from the living room.

You immediately turn toward him.

Judging by the half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand and the slight slur in his voice, you can tell he's already had more than a few drinks. He strolls over to the two of you, grabs an empty plastic cup from the kitchen island and pours you a shot.

“From me to you, princess.”

Gojo holds the cup out toward you with an exaggerated grin.

You hesitate before accepting it with slightly shaky fingers.

“T-thank you. And happy birthday.”

You try your best not to sound awkward as you bring the cup to your lips and take a small sip.

Both men watch you with amused expressions.

Gojo starts chatting with Sukuna for a while, leaving you sitting on the counter as you quietly finish your drink. You set the empty cup down beside you and glance around the kitchen.

The music seems to wrap around your body. You can practically feel the bass vibrating through your chest, even from this part of the house. The kitchen is becoming more crowded by the minute, with people squeezing past one another to grab drinks, sprawling across chairs and countertops as the alcohol slowly takes over their senses.

Everywhere you look, there's another group of people laughing too loudly, shouting over the music or stumbling around with drinks in their hands. A few couples are practically making out in the middle of the room, completely oblivious to everyone around them.

You swallow nervously.

This entire atmosphere is overwhelming.

You aren't used to parties like this, and being surrounded by so many loud, intoxicated people makes you feel increasingly out of place.

Your fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the hem of your dress as you glance toward Sukuna.

Gojo smiles before leaving the two of you alone. You watch as Sukuna walks toward you again, and before you can react, he picks you up from the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist before kissing you again, much more roughly this time.

His hand moves to palm your ass over the thin fabric of your dress, squeezing the fat of your cheeks as his tongue dips into your awaiting mouth, abusing your lips as he bites down on your bottom one, drawing small hints of blood.

Your head spins, but in an exhilarating way. This is really happening.

When he pulls away again, there’s something mischievous and dark in Sukuna’s eyes.

Before you have a chance to speak, Sukuna holds you tighter and carries you through the large, messy crowd, occasionally grinding his crotch against your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself.

“W-wait, Sukuna. Where are you taking me?”

You try to cover yourself as best as you can. Your little pink dress is riding up, and your ass is currently in the air. It is hard to smooth down the skirt while facing backward.

“Shhh, it’s okay, princess. Just be good, yeah?”

Sukuna smirks before smacking your hand away every time you try to pull the fabric down. Eventually, you give up and resign yourself to being carried wherever it is that Sukuna plans to take you.

Whispers follow you as he walks down the hallway, carrying you in his arms like a lost puppy. It’s painfully obvious what everyone assumes is happening as there would be no question about what Sukuna was carrying a girl off to do, and the thought makes your face burn.

You hear the sound of footsteps against the hardwood floor and glance behind you, seeing Sukuna walking up a flight of stairs. At the top is another hallway lined with multiple rooms. Some of the doors are open, and inside are couples already midway through having sex, having forgotten to close their doors. Their loud groans and moans confirm that they are fucking.

Finally, Sukuna comes to a stop in front of one of the doors at the far end of the hallway.

“Move it,” he commands, his voice rough.

You hear someone quickly step out of the way before the door opens. Sukuna carries you inside what you assume is his bedroom in the frat house.

The moment he enters, he kicks the door shut behind him. The cool air brushes against your skin, and the sounds of the party become muffled behind the closed door. In the sudden quiet, your brain finally catches up with what exactly you’re doing.

Sukuna is about to fuck you for the first time in the middle of a party at their frat house.

He takes a few more steps into the room before lowering you carefully onto the middle of the bed, probably the only gentle gesture you’re getting tonight.

You have only a few seconds to look around.

The walls are dark, and there’s a study table near the bed. The only light comes through the windows, with one side of the curtains drawn. The bedsheets are soft and white, with two pillows resting beneath the headboard.

The more you look around, the more you realise that the room is almost the opposite of Sukuna.

You expected something darker and messier, considering the way he usually carries himself. Instead, everything is surprisingly simple and neat.

Maybe that’s just his style.

You don’t think too much about it, though, because you are quickly distracted by Sukuna’s weight on the bed next to you. He grabs your face and crashes his lips against yours, kissing you again with an urgency that leaves you breathless.

“Get up. On my lap now, like a good girl.”

He spreads his legs and gestures for you to sit with him.

You obey, sitting on Sukuna’s lap and feeling his erection through his sweats pressing into you. You can make out the size; it is almost bigger than your forearm and girthy. Convinced that everyone probably sees his cock straining against his sweats as he carries you into the bedroom, the thought should make you feel embarrassed, but it only makes the wetness in your panties grow and your tongue probe deeper into his mouth.

You know very well that everything about him is wrong.

And yet, being this close to him is intoxicating.

Placing both hands around his shoulders, you lower your hips to grind down on his throbbing erection, desperate for some friction.

“You like that, brat?”

Sukuna smiles into the kiss, both of his palms resting on the curves of your ass.

You nod in response before he spins you around so your back is pressed against his broad, muscular chest. His lips immediately find your bruised neck, leaving a series of sharp bites and teasing kisses along your skin. Your eyes flutter closed as you lean your head back against his shoulder.

His hands dip lower, pulling down the zipper behind your dress agonizingly slowly. You wish that he would just rip it off you quickly, saving you from embarrassment. You feel your heart beating loudly in your chest as the both of you watch your dress come off slowly, revealing your bare breasts to him.

You couldn’t find a bra that would match the dress, so you opted out and decided at the last minute not to wear one.

“Fuck—look at you, making this easier for me,”

Sukuna groans into your ear before cupping both your breasts, rolling and pinching your hardened nipples. He continues to nip at the juncture of your shoulder, pushing aside your hair to give him better access. His hands squeeze tightly around your breasts, and finally, you can’t help but let a moan escape.

The cute sound of you moaning seems to spark a flame in Sukuna, and he bucks his hips up into you, teasing you relentlessly. You are on the verge of begging him to touch you down there.

“Tell daddy you like it,” Sukuna whispers into your ear.

All you do in response is whimper, still desperate for some relief from the straining, pulsing need in your virgin pussy.

When you still don’t respond, he grabs your jaw and slaps you, not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to bring you to attention.

“Y-yes, daddy, please,” you beg, feeling yourself getting hornier with every passing minute.

He slaps you across the face, harder this time, making your cunt pulse again. Something must be wrong with you for liking this.

“Please what? Come on, princess. Say it properly,” he hisses the words against the side of your face, his deep voice driving a nail of desire into you.

As Sukuna trails his tongue over your shoulder, his hand travels down your naked skin until he reaches your soaked panties, pulling them off you in a single motion and spreading both your legs even wider.

“Hmm, princess? Or I could just stop right now,” he teases, waiting for your response.

“No, please, daddy. F-fuck me, please.” You look up at him with wide, teary eyes.

You can feel how soaked you are when he traces a finger between your folds, making you jolt and arch your back before bringing his fingers closer to your face. You can clearly see thin strings of wetness on his fingertips.

“Such a slut, aren’t you?” Sukuna teases while his hand wraps around your throat, forcing your eyes to look at him while he uses his fingers to work you open.

“Let’s prep you first, yeah, princess?”

Sukuna uses the tips of his middle and index fingers, swirling them around your sensitive bud and rubbing in tiny circles that make you squirm. His fingers occasionally brush past your entrance, teasing your untouched, wet hole.

After a few seconds of that, he slowly pushes his thick middle finger into you, causing you to inhale a sharp breath. His other hand digs his fingers into the side of your neck, forcing you to look down at his actions. You wince at the stretch, but you are so wet that it doesn’t hurt too badly. That is until you feel his ring finger entering you simultaneously.

“Ahhh, Sukuna, take it out, please.” One of your hands grabs at his wrist.

“No, you can take it, brat. Look how wet you are.” He starts pumping in and out of your hole at a slow pace, feeling himself getting impossibly harder whenever your cunt clenches around his fingers.

Slowly, the pain burns into something resembling pleasure when you start fucking yourself back onto his fingers, your fingers digging into both of his tattooed forearms as you moan his name.

He continues finger-fucking you harder now, curling the tips against your G-spot over and over before pulling out and slapping his wet fingers onto your swollen clit repeatedly.

“Hnggh—daddy, don’t tease me, please.” You reach down to grab his fingers, attempting to push them back inside you.

Sukuna watches your desperate expression while palming himself through his sweats.

If anything, he is just as needy as you are right now.

“That’s enough, brat.” That is all he says before he lifts you up and tosses you onto the bed. You land on your back.

You watch intensely as he undresses himself, throwing his cap onto the floor, removing his clothes, and pulling down his boxers in one swift motion.

That’s when you see it: his fully erect, thick and girthy cock springs up, reaching just below his belly button. The tip is flushed red, with precum leaking down the veins on both sides.

You swallow a thick gulp of saliva, suddenly nervous at the thought of him fucking you with that. Before you can say something, you watch as he walks over to the tiny bedside table and opens all the drawers impatiently.

Sounds of rummaging can be heard as Sukuna searches for something in all three drawers. He curses under his breath before slamming them all shut.

“Fuck, where the hell are the condoms?” he snaps before turning back to look at you.

For a second, your mind wonders why he wouldn’t know where he keeps the condoms. It is his room… right?

Before your thoughts can continue to spiral, Sukuna climbs onto the bed, hovering over your smaller frame. He leans down, and his bare chest presses against you. He spits into his palm, spreading and swirling his fingers around your entrance. Not that you weren’t already almost unbelievably wet.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for daddy while he fucks you good, right, little one?”

Sukuna groans as he lifts both of your legs up. You feel your pussy throb at his filthy words, and you nod, urging him to press into you.

Sukuna teases you by slapping the tip of his cock against your clit, spitting directly onto your hole and spreading the wetness around with just the tip. He pauses for a moment, making you curl your toes in anticipation.

“Are you a virgin, baby girl?” Sukuna asks just before he is about to enter you.

Weakly, you look at him with your watery puppy eyes, nodding your head. You are already super sensitive from all the teasing, and the last thing you need is for him to refuse you. Sukuna smirks at your answer before cradling your face.

“I know, baby. It’s okay. Let me know if it hurts.” You feel more heat creeping onto your cheeks, and before you know it, Sukuna slams into you.

The sudden stretch of his huge cock inside you is stinging; it nearly knocks the breath out of you. Even with all the preparation and foreplay, it still hurts to be split wide open on his cock.

But this pain is strangely addictive in a way you never knew.

Tears start to spill across the sides of your face. You feel every muscle in your body tense as the burn spreads within your tight walls, all the way up to your chest.

“Don’t cry, baby. You’re doing so good f’me.” He leans down to stroke your hair, still not moving and giving you time to adjust to his length. His other hand goes down to rub circles onto your bundle of nerves, trying to distract you from the pain.

“M-move, please, daddy.” You beg once half of the pain subsides.

Immediately, he starts pumping in and out of you, splitting you open again and again on his cock. He grabs you roughly as he fucks you, then leans down and kisses you deeply, swallowing your soft little moans.

“Look so cute taking my cock, little one.” He hums, holding your legs higher so he can drive his cock into you deeper, hitting that one spot that makes you see stars.

“Fuck, hnggh—dadddyyy.” You whine and tug at his soft hair as his tongue travels down your neck to your breasts, sucking on one of your nipples before moving to the other.

He is hitting a spot inside you that makes you clench around him with every thrust. His cock feels like it was made to fuck you.

“Like it when you call me daddy, baby,” Sukuna growls.

You scream while clinging to him tightly for dear life, afraid that he might fuck you right off the bed. You know that Sukuna is capable of doing so.

After a few minutes, Sukuna pulls his cock out of you, and you immediately whine at the loss of heat. You need him to fill you up.

He lies against the pillows, patting his thighs and gesturing for you to come over. You obey, and he grips your waist, letting you straddle him.

“Be good for daddy. Ride me, okay, princess?” He reaches down to fist his glistening cock, covered with your slick, before pushing just the tip inside you, watching as your head falls back and your mouth opens.

The pain spreads across you all over again as he gently guides you down until his cock is fully sheathed inside you. You feel Sukuna all over you in your lower belly, especially when he presses his palm against your tummy. You swear you can feel it bulging inside you.

“Move, please, princess, before I cum,”

Sukuna groans as your walls continue clenching around his girth. He feels his balls tighten just by looking at your cock-drunk face.

Slowly, you place both hands onto his shoulders and start moving your hips up and down, each stroke burying his cock to the hilt as you feel his balls against your ass. A sharp smack on your ass sends another wave of pleasure through you.

“Fuck, daddyy!” you scream when he lifts you up and starts thrusting up into you. You cover your mouth with your hands to muffle your moans when you hear footsteps outside the door.

Sukuna keeps pounding you roughly, unbothered by whoever is outside. One of his hands reaches down to rub your clit harshly from side to side, whispering filthy praises into your ear as more tears run down your cheeks.

“Fuckin’ slut, what if someone walks in right now? You’d like that, hmm? Look at daddy, princess.”

His cock is pistoning in and out of you while he rubs your clit. Before you know it, your pussy clamps around his cock, and you come in a broken moan.

Sukuna watches as you come apart on his cock. He starts fucking into you faster, chasing his own high and using you like a toy to get himself off. And yet, it still feels so good. He bites you everywhere, so roughly—your neck, your tits, your wrist. You feel so full of him everywhere.

You want Sukuna to fuck you forever.

“Fuck, princess, daddy is so close.”

After one final deep thrust, he cums deep inside your tight, warm cunt, hot spurts of sperm erupting from his shaft and filling you until the point of overflowing. The sensation triggers another small orgasm from you, and you feel the thick liquid spilling out around you in sticky ropes that stain your inner thighs.

The sheets beneath you are damp with sweat and your fluids. You whine as Sukuna pulls out of you, letting you collapse on top of his huge body as he wraps his arms around you protectively.

The moment is cut short when you hear the doorknob twist and someone enters the room.

“Dude, how many times did I tell you to—”

Gojo steps into his room, switching on the lights before his eyes land on you and Sukuna lying naked on his soaked sheets.

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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?”

"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.

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"