#bully gojo

bully!gojo and how he tries to make it up to you

you had been at home for a few hours now, scrolling uselessly through your phone, trying to ignore the pit in your stomach. you're still in your school uniform and your bag is still packed because you simply cannot find the energy to do anything. rain has begun to patter against your window and you curl up even more, trying to stop the tears.

i mean, you know he was probably lying to you, but what about all those times he called you pretty? said that he loved you, even. how demented that he could speak of you like some dog and then utter words of love.

you stand, looking into your mirror and cursing what you see. when did you become so attached? what an idiot, you think, liking someone who spends all his time making fun of you. you stand there for a few minutes before there is a knock on your front door.

you sniffle before you force yourself to answer it, slowly opening it only to find gojo on the other side. in his hands are flowers and candy, the one he always teases you for, and the look on his face is nothing short of pathetic. seeing him makes your face contort with anger and sadness, and tears begin to escape.

"go, go away, satoru."

"i'm sorry, okay? you know i would never mean it, i, i love hanging out with you. i really shouldn't of-"

"no! no, you really should not of said that about me." you yell, voice shaking as the rain begins to soak both of your hair. "you, you are such a miserable person, toru, and i h-hate that i let you treat me like this. w-whatever, whatever this is? it's not happening anymore."

gojo's eyes widen and he reaches out to you, saying your name desperately, but it's too late. you slam the door and lock it, storming back to your bedroom. you lay on your bed, hiding your face in your pillow as the tears continue to come, cursing your stupidity.

gojo stands there in the rain, tears camouflaged as he looks at your door. the flowers are long soggy, and the candy likely ruined. he can't find it in himself to turn away, to leave, but he knows you will not answer again.

MDNI, 18+, toxic relationship, possessive behavior

Toxic bf Gojo who’s so fucking obsessed with you it’s borderline suffocating, but somehow that obsession never translates into actually treating you right. He knows your schedule better than you do, shows up unannounced because “you’re mine, I don’t need permission,” but can’t be bothered to text you back for hours when you ask how his day went.

Toxic bf Gojo who gets violently jealous if another guy so much as looks at you, who grabs your wrist in public and pulls you away from conversations.. “you were smiling at him too much,” but thinks nothing of canceling your dates last minute because Suguru wanted to hit up some party. “Don’t be clingy,” he says when you’re upset. “It’s not a good look on you.”

Toxic bf Gojo who fucks you like he’s trying to prove you belong to him, who leaves marks on your neck and bruises on your hips and makes you scream his name, who holds you after and whispers “you’re mine, only mine” like a promise…. then barely touches you for days after, busy with shit he won’t explain, leaving you wondering what you did wrong.

Toxic bf Gojo who knows exactly what makes you feel small, and weaponizes it whenever you try to stand up for yourself. “You’re being dramatic again.” “God, why are you so fucking sensitive?” “I love you, but you’re exhausting sometimes, you know that?” And you always take it. Because in between the cruelty, there are moments where he’s soft. Where he shows up late nights with your favorite food “I was thinking about you.” Where he pulls you into his lap and plays with your hair and tells you you’re the only good thing in his life. And you cling to those moments like a lifeline, convinced that this… this is the real him. The rest is just stress. Just him having a bad day. He’ll change. He loves you. He’ll change.

Toxic bf Gojo who’s so confident you’ll never leave that he doesn’t even bother pretending to care when you’re upset anymore. You cry? He rolls his eyes. You try to talk about your feelings? He’s on his phone. You say you can’t do this anymore? He just smirks and says, “Yeah, okay. You’ll get over it.” Because you always do. You always cave. You always end up apologizing to him for being too much, too needy, too sensitive.

Until today.

“I’m done.” You say it quietly, standing in his apartment with your bag already packed.

Satoru doesn’t even look up from his phone. “Yeah? What is it this time?”

“I’m leaving you.”

That gets his attention. He glances up, eyebrow raised, that familiar condescending smile on his face.

“Babe, come on.” He sets his phone down with an exaggerated sigh, leaning back on the couch like this is just another one of your tantrums. “You’re upset. I get it. But don’t be stupid.”

“I’m not being stupid. I’m serious.” Your hands grip the strap of your bag tighter, knuckles going white.

He pats the couch next to him likee he’s calling a dog. “Come here. Stop being a crybaby and we’ll talk about whatever’s bothering you.”

“No.”

“No?” His smile falters… just slightly. “What, you’re gonna stand there and pout until I beg you to stay? Grow up [name]”

“I’m not doing this anymore, Satoru. I’m not waiting around for you to decide I’m worth your time. I’m not…..” Your voice cracks despite your best efforts, tears burning behind your eyes.. “I’m not letting you treat me like shit and convincing myself it’s love.”

He stands up now, the confidence draining from his posture, replaced by something dark and dangerous. He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “You’re overreacting.”

“I’m not. I’m finally reacting the way I should have months ago.” Your voice is rising now, months of swallowed words finally spilling out.

He moves toward you, reaching for your wrist with that same possessive grip he always uses.

You step back.

That stops him cold. His hand freezes mid air. You never step back from him.

“Don’t touch me.” Your voice is steady, even as your heart races against your ribs.

“What the fuck is this?” He snaps, angry, blue eyes narrowing as if daring you.“Where is this coming from?”

“It’s been coming for a while. You just haven’t been paying attention.” You’re yelling now, and you don’t care anymore “You ignore me unless you want sex. You cancel on me constantly. You make me feel like I’m crazy for having basic fucking needs”

“Basic needs?” He laughs, His voice dripping with sarcasm “Basic needs are food and water. What you have are dependency issues. You’re so fucking dramatic”

“Stop. Stop saying that.” Your hands are shaking, trembling with rage and heartbreak and finally, finally standing up for yourself. You grab your bag… “I’m done being your emotional punching bag. I’m done making myself smaller so you can feel bigger.”

You turn toward the door, and he doesn’t move, just stands there frozen, watching you leave like he can’t quite process what’s happening.

Epilogue

Three weeks later and Satoru’s losing his mind.

You blocked his number. Changed your schedule. Avoid every place you used to go together.

He shows up at your apartment. You don’t answer. He leaves flowers on the doorstep every morning. You throw them in the trash without even looking at the card. He sends texts from different numbers that you don’t respond to.

“I’m sorry.” “Please talk to me.” “I’ll change.” “I am changing.” “I can’t do this without you.”

But you never respond.

Two months later, he sees you at a coffee shop. You look… good. Better than you did when you were with him..

He stands up and takes a step toward you.

You look right through him and walk out.

And that’s when it finally hits him. You’re not coming back.

He lost you

And there’s no one to blame but himself.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

A/n : Your Reblogs and comments are appreciated.

Not proofread 😭

Cw: public fingering, bully romance, spit play, dacryphilia, degrading, jealous/possessive behavior, choking, gagging, face slapping, female org*sm, choso involved, gojo interrupting, maybe dub-con

Bully!Sukuna who lets his emotions get the better of him the moment he sees another guy approach you in the hallway.

You are sorting through some papers in your locker when you hear a voice behind you.

“Hey, y/n, are you busy right now?”

The deep voice startles you. Turning around, you see Choso with a faint blush creeping across his cheeks, his dark, luscious locks covering most of his forehead.

“Hi, Choso. Did ya need anything?” you ask politely.

It isn’t the first time he’s approached you at school to ask about homework, borrow notes, or talk about the professors in the classes you both share. You’ve always found him reliable, smart, and well-organized.

“Just wonderin if you happen to have that chemistry notebook with you. I’d like to borrow it over the weekend,” he says, resting one arm against the locker above your head.

You don’t think anything of it because, unlike Sukuna, Choso rarely teases you. He’s never embarrassed you or tried to prank you in any way.

You give him a shy smile before turning back to your locker, bending down slightly to the lower shelf as you search for your chemistry notebook.

A couple feet away, Sukuna leans against the classroom door, half-listening to whatever Gojo is rambling about.

“Dude, you should’ve seen her in that dress last night. She was sexy as fuck,” Gojo says.

Normally, Sukuna would’ve had something to say. But he’s clearly uninterested in this stupid conversation now that he spotted you, and why are you talking to some other guy?

And did Choso seriously just smirk while watching you bend over at your locker?

Why are you smiling at him?

Did you just tiptoe to whisper something in his ear?

“Here, Choso. I hope this helps.”

You hand him your chemistry notebook along with a few extra practice sheets. Your fingers brush against his for only a brief second.

That wholesome moment lasts only a few seconds before Sukuna appears right in front of the two of you.

“Last time I checked, you were too shy to talk to anybody,” Sukuna says, his dark crimson eyes fixed on yours. You can clearly tell he’s upset.

You blink in confusion.

What is Sukuna doing here?

Has he been watching you?

“…What?”

His gaze drops to the neatly organized stack of notes in Choso’s hands before returning to you.

“You handing out free tutoring now?”

Choso lets out a quiet sigh.

“I just asked to borrow her chemistry notebook.”

“And she said yes.”

“So?” Sukuna folds his arms across his chest. “Didn’t know you had enough spare time to help everyone.”

Your smile fades.

Things take a turn for the worse.

“I-I was just helping him.”

“Yeah?”

Sukuna takes a slow step closer, just enough for you to instinctively straighten your posture.

“Funny.”

His eyes flicker toward Choso, who seems to realize he’d be better off leaving the two of you alone.

“I’ll see you on Monday,” Choso says quietly before walking away.

Your whole body stiffens before lowering your gaze to the floor, waiting for this tormenting moment to finally be over.

“If you wanted attention from boys so badly,” Sukuna says, “you could’ve just asked.”

Before you can respond, he grabs your wrist and pulls you into an empty classroom.

Sukuna pushes you against the clean whiteboard, and starts pressing his lips onto your soft, pink ones.

You immediately try to push him away, panic settling in as your mind races with the possibility of someone walking into the classroom.

A professor.

Another student.

Anyone.

Sensing your restlessness, he holds both your wrists in a bruising grip, and places them right above your head.

Sukuna bites down harshly onto your bottom lip until it bleeds, punishing you for speaking to Choso.

He licks your blood clean, relishing the metal taste in both your mouths. When he pulls away, there’s a thin string of saliva connecting your lips.

You stare at him through half-lidded eyes, hoping he will just let you go after bruising your lips.

Instead, he lifts up your pleated skirt, and pulls down your white lacy undies, letting them pool around your ankles, just above your knee-high socks.

“No-not here, please, Sukuna,” you plead, your voice barely above a whisper as your eyes begin to well with tears. The last thing you want is to be caught in such a humiliating situation.

He doesn't answer.

Sukuna lets go of your now reddened wrists to place his hand onto your hips, keeping you pinned against the whiteboard, he nudges your knees apart to spread open your thighs.

Your pussy is now on full display for him, you watch as he licks his lips hungrily before delivering a light smack on your mound.

He pushes three of his thick, calloused fingers into your mouth, deep enough to coat them with your spit, making you gag and choke.

Seeing drools leaking from the corner of your lips, and tears threatening to spill out, he continues to gag you with his fingers, pushing down onto your tongue.

Your hands come up to pry him away from you, whimpering at the overwhelming sensation as you feel something building in your core.

He removes his fingers from your mouth with a wet ‘pop’, moving down to rub your bare cunt in slow, circular motions, spreading your lips open.

Sukuna lowers his head, trailing downward from your earlobe, all the way down the side of your neck, leaving hickies on you so that everyone knows you’re a slut.

He starts massaging your sensitive clit in sideways motion, and you feel yourself getting wet from his touch, a moan accidentally slips past your lips and Sukuna catches them.

This only excites him further as he sticks two fingers up into your tight cunt, earning a sharp yelp from you.

“Stupid fuckin slut, ya enjoy being fingered in public?” He asks while being knuckle-deep inside your wet pussy, curling the tip of his fingers as you whimper helplessly beneath him.

“s-stop please sukuna, hnnngh-ahhh,” You wrap your arms around his neck as you feel your cunt clenching around his thick digits.

You have never been fingered by anyone before, especially not in public.

“Answer my fuckin’ question.” Sukuna’s other hand comes up and slaps you right across your face before gripping your neck, forcing you to look him in the eye while he finger fucks you faster.

“n-no, never, i-i’m gonna-” you shut your eyes, hating what’s coming next.

“Go on, cum on my fingers, right here like the dirty slut that y’ are.” Sukuna doubles his speed in fingering your tight hole, and hooks onto your g-spot over and over until your entire body convulses and your orgasm rips through you.

“Dude, we should go to this restau-“ Gojo barges in, holding his phone before his eyes land on both of you.

Sukuna looks over at him after pulling out his cum-coated fingers, he licks them clean, tasting your sweet and salty juices.

His wild smirk tells Gojo everything he needs to know about what he was doing to you before Gojo interrupts this private moment.

“My bad. I came at the wrong time it seems,” Gojo lets out a low laugh seeing you hide your face in embarrassment behind your hands.

“Nah, let’s go. We can skip dessert though.”

Without even turning back to look at you, or attempting to properly readjust your skirt, Sukuna leaves you alone and goes off with Gojo.

A/N: do you think she deserves it for talking to Choso?

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MDNI: adult content!ㅤbully!Nerdjo falling a little too hard for the dean's daughter, who takes art and mathematics and ends up in the classes where the physics prodigy thinks he alone dominates... ㅤcollege auㅤsmutㅤlight fluff/angstㅤsocials stalkingㅤbullyingㅤlight degradation kinkㅤblackmail sexㅤperv behaviors (getting off to your photos)ㅤmean!Gojo but he becomes softㅤsemi-public sexㅤrough kissingㅤrough sexㅤsolo male masturbationㅤp in v sexㅤfingeringㅤhate sexㅤenemies with benefitsㅤone-sided relationshipㅤpiningㅤsome academic warfare lol

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO has you convinced, on day one of the first semester, that he's the most insufferable man who ever lived.

"That's mine."

"Not anymore."

And just like that, your nice leather bag belongs to him now. You're carrying heavy algebra I and art history textbooks for the rest of the day, struggling too heave them along with your canvas bag from lecture to lecture.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO makes intense eye contact with you as he swoops down, takes a bite of your lunch peach while it's still in your hand, slurping and suckling the juices as he tears the soft flesh clean off the fruit—then continues walking on by as if he did no such thing, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You're left with a miserable look on your face and a ruined peach dripping its sweet nectar down your wrist.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO has made it his daily mission to be your obstacle, especially first thing in the morning. In stark bright corridors of piercingly early mornings, when you're looking droopy and bleary-eyed, suddenly Satoru's yelling GOOD MORNING at your face until you jump with a start. It's deliberate; he wants to disturb you, he savors every moment of disturbing you. Almost like it's his kink.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO whose jealousy prickles at his neck when he sees you talking to some other guy after a lecture; so naturally, he's got to slide in and call you baby even though you're not, slipping an arm around your waist and reeling you in for a kiss all while keeping eye contact with the blonde-haired accounting student who now bears a miserable look. The moment Nanami disappears, Satoru drops the act of affectionate boyfriend and leaves you with a crude remark and lingering smirk.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO pretends he's not looking at you instead of taking lecture notes like he ought to be. Disturbance of a collar. Cotton shirt ruffling. A turn of the head. Cold, cold blue eyes. He angles his face just right to get away with looking at you, while making it seem like he's merely glancing out the window. But his eyes, his eyes are swiveling all the way to the far left in a desperate attempt to eat you up, to gobble you down.

The heart palpitations ensue when you catch him looking.

And you sneer at him, wholeheartedly.

He sneers back at you and looks away, breaking the illusion that he ever felt a soft feeling for you.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO whose nimble fingers unbutton, in haste, the first three buttons of that white cotton shirt that clings softly to his sharp shoulders, then the fat button of his neat suit pants. He pushes them far down, hissing at the sensation of cool air greeting his scalding hot cock. It's poking its head up so violently red, veins popping angrily all over it.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO who beats his poor dick raw in the quiet of a bathroom stall, no other noise filling the air but the sounds of fwipfwipfwip and the subtle clinking of his belt paired with his quavering sighs, as he jerks himself off hard and fast to the scarce photos that exist on someone's socials of you. He hates that he can cum so easily just to your face. Since when is he such a pervert?—this level of freak is unknown to him, but now suddenly he's gasping and spraying a mess of cum all over the tiled floor.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO who drapes himself over the bench outside the humanities department, snickering with his dark-eyed best friend about how all the arts students are losers with too much money to squander on a useless degree. He tightens his posture when he sees you emerging from the front doors. "Satoru? What's wrong? You've gone quiet." notes Suguru, idly twirling a lock of his dark hair. Satoru doesn't respond, only, he just sits there and feels uncomfortably hot as your eyes meet him. He can't help but be turned on even if you're glowering at him; if anything, maybe that's what gets him so hot in the first place.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO whose blood boils not just because you're the dean's daughter that breezed into the university he worked his ass for, but because you have the audacity to take his beloved mathematics with silly, silly art—"They coincide, she says," lingers Satoru, head of white tilted backwards as he lazes on the green expanse of the quad with Suguru, "but when has mathematics ever been about art?" he finishes. Satoru says all this, but still finds himself contemplating your argument; that art is mathematics and vice versa.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO who embarrasses you in front of the very professor who he knows already views you as some lowly creature, marring your proud academic standing before it's even mid-semester. To worsen it all, Satoru steals your notes and takes the liberty of grading all your mistakes with snarky corrections, drawing passive-aggressive hearts all over the pages you worked so hard to make concise and neat.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO who grinningly looks back at you after deliberately colliding shoulders down the corridors, muttering an apology that sounds sweet and sincere enough to passers-by—but you know the truth of his intention

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO who plays games with you even while in the danger zone; your father's sifting through papers and talking to the professor before the lecture commences, but Satoru's winking at you, unashamedly staring, making crude gestures with his tongue between the V of his fingers, giggling with his grimy friends about how unsurprising it is that the dean's daughter should make it into one of the most elite universities

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO whose lips come crashing down on yours at some hazy weekend party, mouth engulfing yours with feverish need. Satoru's swallowing your moans, claw-like grip on your cheeks leaving dents on your soft skin. This doesn't mean anything, or so he grits upon your lips whenever he breaks the kiss, but how can it not when he kisses you like that? His lips slide over yours so hungrily, like he's a wolf slowly devouring its bunny.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO who stalks you out of your hiding places, every little sanctuary of yours invaded by this pompous ass who thoroughly gets off on stealing your solitude, it seems. First it's the second-hand bookstore, where you like to idle in silence, contemplating which books you'll be able to afford with your meager savings, until he suddenly finds out and buys all those art books you're excited for—Kandinsky, Monet, M.C. Escher...—and he gatekeeps them like a cruel librarian, "Well if you want them, I can give them to you; it'll just cost five minutes of your lips." he bargains, shit-eating grin plastered all over his handsome face, sunglasses slipping down his nose, "So, in other words..." he calculates in his head, "If you want all of them, you'll have to kiss me for an hour."

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO who really gets you with this offer because... come on. Free books. Well, at the cost of your bully ravaging your lips... but he moans into your mouth almost poetically, and he cups your cheeks and presses his big body tightly to your smaller one with a fervency you've never experienced before. By the time you've earned your books, you can't think straight enough to read them; not after he's kissed you dumb. He leaves you gawking idly after him, clutching a slipping cascade of poetry and art books in your arms.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO who discretely stalks your socials until, one day, he discovers your tumblr smut writing blog. And it's like hitting a god damn treasure trove. At first, he thinks he'll humiliate you for it, but then his dick ponders on it and he brews a cruel idea.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO who rubs your puffy clit to your own writings, sometimes giving a harsh couple spanks to your sore little pussy, "You're such a little pervert, you know that?—let's see how seriously everyone takes you after they find out you write stuff like this. Aw, but of course, I won't tell anyone if you just do me a favor..."

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO whose 'favor' entails you letting him stuff two thick fingers in your pussy until you're squirting all over his palm and wrist. "That's it, that's it; cum like a good girl now, and I won't say a damn thing to anyone."

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO who never expects you to come crawling back for more after that, but you do; more bizarrely, you're letting him flip up your skirt and bury his cock balls-deep in your inviting cunt. "Keep it fuckin' quiet, little brat. I have a reputation to uphold; can't be caught fuckin' the dean's daughter, can I? N'aw, you'd get this dick expelled. And you don't want that either, do you? Not with how you fuckin' cling to me... so keep your mouth shut."

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO who makes you late to lectures because he wants to burrow his dick deep inside you and play with your breasts. With one hand on your neck, he glowers down at you, "I hate how good you make me feel, you know that?—you're not fair." he grits, feeling his fat cock strangled by your pussy. He cums way too easily when you clamp down on him, and call him romantic but he likes cumming at the same time you do... it just makes his heart flutter.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO whom you begrudgingly tolerate with at the formal dance, taking his offered hand and letting him lead you to the dim dancefloor.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO whose breath is lingering on your neck, along with sweet words that you can't deny are creeping right into your soul and breaching the tall walls you built around your heart just because of him. His softness was unfamiliar, unknown, yet so sincere that you let it reel you right in. A night of closeness, without meanness or snide remarks, only two rivals threatening to become more, two kids that never wanted to grow up bonding over their yearning for another chance at youth—he tells you how he never was allowed to leave the house much, how he was sensitive and his mother coddled him too much, how he wasn't allowed to do most things other kids could do because of her nervousness to protect him, how even the smallest scratch on a playground would have her whisking him away to the safe confines of the house for a week.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO doesn't anticipate his own confession; its blurted out, "I like you, I just like you." he admits, then widens his eyes as if startled by himself.

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO who gets carried away with kissing you, his feelings flooding in all too soon and suddenly you're left alone on the dancefloor, wondering why he stormed off with some lame excuse

ㅤBULLY!NERDJO who you find losing his mind in the library courtyard after thirty minutes of searching across campus for him. He's pulling at the white tufts of hair and sobbing softly to himself, "Fuck... fuck... why did I say that..." he talks madly under his breath, pacing back and forth, heart quaking with something he's never really felt before—it's called love.

ㅤANㅤI started watching Mixte 1963 purely for Joseph Descamps, and he became the inspiration for this (even though he's a major dickbag in that series! Very pretty actor though, and he plays the role so well.). Anyways, I really like the idea of a bully!Gojo slowly losing his mind because he's never fallen in love before.

꒰ summary : satoru gojo has a terrible habit of ruining the things she finds pretty.

꒰ content warnings : mdni. fem!gojo x fem!reader, toxic yuri, college au, rich mean girl gojo, bullying, panty stealing, hate sex, jealousy, humiliation, degradation, marking, bruising, biting, rough sex, strap-on, fingering, fingers in mouth, corruption kink. word count 1.9k art creds @cakkezzz on x

fem!satoru!gojo is a bitch, a heinous bitch, some might even say. her family is ridiculously rich. she’s beautiful with snowy white hair, glossy and shining, cut into long layered strands that always look effortlessly messy—but the kind of messy that’s sexy, not unkempt. her eyes are an alluring cyan blue, like uncharted oceans, varying in icy hues and depths, cold enough to make anyone freeze beneath her stare. her skin is a vast expanse of milky porcelain, supple and smooth, utterly flawless without a single blemish.

fem!satoru!gojo is beautiful, feared, and sought after by everyone… yet she’s too busy staring at the shy, quiet girl who rarely speaks, face buried in her phone, earbuds always plugged in—a perfect target for satoru, a new fixation for her.

so wherever you go, satoru follows. annoyingly bitchy as ever and a complete bully, purposely causing you to trip and spill your papers right outside chem—stacks of white sheets scattering across the hallway—just so she has a reason to bend down and help you gather them, sneaking a glance at your soft, dewy tits in that pretty shirt—way too revealing for her liking. i mean, seriously, the guys around here are pigs. she’s just looking out for you.

which is exactly why, during gym next period, she shoves the top you left in your locker—completely unknowing of her malicious plans—as she steals it and shoves it into her bag with every intention of burning it once she gets home… or maybe rubbing it against her aching cunt first. either way, she’s getting rid of it.

fem!satoru!gojo would’ve never expected the effect you have on her, though. so easy to bend to her will, so soft for her, so easy to rile up—yet somehow liking such dirty things, liking when she uses you, leaves you all pretty with marks from her teeth and lips :( cute, really. don’t let that fool you though, you’ll get bitchy with her from time to time, bratty in ways that have her sighing through a nasty grin. satoru just knows how to smack it right off you, in the only way she’s good at.

fem!satoru!gojo who bullies and ridicules you daily.

every time the professor assigns partners, it’s the same thing—papers rustling, names being called, and then her chair scraping back like she already knew. sometimes you think she pays the professor just to partner you together. that, or she has annoying, absurd luck.

“stupid girl,” she mutters as she sits down beside you, not even bothering to look at your face yet, already flipping the assignment over with rough, careless fingers, annoyance clear in her tone. “you really can’t do anything right. you know that’s why we’re always partnered together.”

your skin hums with nerves, tension tightening under the strain in her voice. she notices, like a predator hunting prey—her eyes narrowing on you with something sharp and eerily similar to bloodlust, with her need to ruin you. she’d never admit it, but seeing you all scared and nervous makes her clit tingle with anticipation for when she has you fucked dumb and squirming beneath her, fingers shoved in your mouth as you drool around them like a dumb slut.

a lazy sigh escapes her pretty, glossed lips that always carry a faint sheen of glimmer. her voice is loud enough to carry across the room despite it being merely a lackluster sigh.

“aw, c’mon,” she drawls, leaning back in her chair, long limbs stretching out like she owns the space, nearly kicking the person sitting in front of her. “you’re really gonna stick me with her again, teach?” she rolls her eyes, pointing at your frame as her lips form a bored pout.

people whisper to their respective groups, snickering cascading down the rows of students, disdain reaching your ears. their voices are shrill as they laugh without restraint, full of imprudence and ignorance. not surprising, though—laughter always follows when satoru speaks, even the stupidest of things; everyone here kisses the ground she walks on.

she tilts her head toward the professor, all faux annoyance and boredom, like this is some personal stain to her name.

“she’s just too stupid, really. it’s a shame she’s unteachable, bottom of the barrel, the lowest of them all,” she says casually, like it’s obvious to anyone with eyes. then she glances back at you, a smile forming—shifting into something sharp, vampire-like in the catch of the light, canines pearly white, the grin stretching long and wide, curling into something almost sinister, a full cheshire grin—“isn’t that why you always stick her with me so she can copy whatever the smartest one does and get an A? pfft. that’s low even for you, y/n.”

“don’t worry, though,” she says absentmindedly toward the professor, already leaning in, her perfume cloying and sweet, smelling like something sugary, almost like whipped vanilla and tart berries. sweet yet bitter, perfectly emasculating her sweet tooth, and the sourness that coats her tongue and lingers in her words, her breath skittering down your warm flesh in its feverish wake—spoken like a warning—before she finishes her sentence: “i’ll handle her, professor.”

fem!satoru!gojo who gets meaner when she’s jealous. someone glances at you too long, and she’s already there—cutting in with that lazy smile that never reaches her low, dead-set eyes.

“don’t,” she says simply, like it’s obvious you’re her pet. she should really get you a collar—maybe bedazzle it. she’s thinking a fifteen-carat flawless white diamond set into a pastel leather leash, only the best for her baby. she lets out a small snicker to herself, then pauses—nah… that’s too much.

she can’t stand when another person even throws a glance your way. last time a guy hit on you, she got him expelled. surprisingly easy when you have her money, status, and a last name professors practically bow to.

fem!satoru!gojo leaves bruises where her fingers dig into your flesh, teeth sinking in and puncturing skin in her wake. make her jealous, and it becomes your punishment.

fem!satoru!gojo sees you as something she can have whenever she wants—something she can use, take, ruin. corrupt under her gaze, her fingers knead into your soft doughy skin, as she pulls you into some secluded room, your skin sick with need, goosebumps crawling up your arms. she’s not even bothering to be gentle as she strips you bare.

her touch is confident; she knows she’s in control as her fingers skitter across the skin between your inner thighs, coming to a halt at your clothed core, fingers slipping through and working through your cunt, aware of all your sweet spots, your pussy swallowing her slender digits down to the knuckle as she curls and pumps into your heated core.

and you don’t fight it.

if anything, your body leans into her. chasing her touch.

this weird, hostile, hate-fueled thing between you and satoru is something you willingly take part in. you hate her—her attitude, the way she’s rude, snobby, so stuck-up it makes your blood boil—but she’s also the only one who can fuck three orgasms out of you back-to-back and leave your thighs clenching just from the sight of her sharp, smug grin, too cocky, and all teeth.

and don’t even get started when she pulls out the strap.

she’s mean about it—ruthless, sadistic.

your face is shoved deep into the pillow, barely able to breathe between shallow gasps as her hips snap forward again and again, the brutal force knocking the air from your lungs. the plastic cock drives deep inside you, your panties shoved to the side, your body already sensitive from the way her long fingers teased your clit beforehand. this position she’s got you in—she knows exactly what she’s doing—lets her hit that spot perfectly, every thrust dragging a scraped, broken sound out of you.

the room fills with it. the soft, wet, obscene squelching sound, the constant echo of your greedy cunt taking everything she gives.

“pathetic,” she mutters, voice low and mocking. “going dumb over my cock like this.”

she really believes it, too. she talks like it’s hers, like it’s real, like if she wanted, she could come inside you and leave you completely ruined, full of her seed, leaking with it. god, what a nerd, you think.

“fucking slut for this cock, aren’t you?”

you grip the sheets, nails digging into the fabric, your voice muffled into the pillow. “ngh—fuck, s’toru, it’s too much… i hate you.”

she’s got a crooked smile, teeth dragging over her bottom lip, all need. “nah, baby, your pussy’s telling me different. she’s a real bigggg talker, you know.”

satoru slowly eases the baby blue strap from your tight heat, and your cunt clings—desperate, greedy, almost rotten in the way it sucks her back in. when she finally pulls out, the ridges are coated, slick with your creamy release.

“mm.” she hums, satisfied, a little amused. “see that? you’re painting my shit.”

something shifts in her at the sight—something sharper, more carnivorous—and suddenly she’s rutting into you harder, faster, pushing you up the bed with the force of it. then she slows, dragging it out, letting you feel every inch as your pussy clamps down around her.

she flips you over without warning, forcing you onto your back so you have to look at her.

her white hair is messy, pushed back, strands sticking from sweat. her eyeliner is smudged, lashes pale and catching the light, her expression wrecked in a way she’d never admit you’re the cause of.

her voice comes out rough as she leans in, thumb pressing against your lips before pushing inside your mouth, forcing past your teeth. the second you feel her, you bite down hard, leaving behind tooth-marked petals.

something dark flashes through her sky-kissed eyes—she’s quick with her movements. her hand snaps across your face, sharp and sudden, a sting that burns hot against your skin without quite tipping into real pain.

you just grin at her like a crazy woman. your eyes are glassy, wet with tears pooling along your lashes, your cheeks flushed and overheated from everything she’s dragged out of you. your body’s still trembling, ruined from the way she’s pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, damp strands of hair clinging to your skin, mascara faintly smeared beneath your eyes.

“cocky, aren’t we,” she murmurs.

her fingers shove deeper into your mouth this time, pressing against your tongue, pushing far enough to make you choke, your eyes watering as tears finally spill over. at the same time, her other hand slides down your body, dragging along your slit before slipping your lace panties off completely.

she brings them up, pressing the soft lace to her face, inhaling slow.

“mm… yeah. think i’m gonna keep these,” she says, almost casually. “you don’t mind, do you?” she bats her eyelashes at you, long white lashes fluttering softly, deceptively sweet. yeah, you don’t mind. even if you did, it’s not like you could say anything when she’s looking at you like that—so sickly saccharine it’s almost suffocating.

she doesn’t wait for an answer—just tucks them into her bra like they’re hers now, just like you are, already looking back down at you with that same awful, knowing smirk. yet you catch the way it frays at the edges, faltering beneath your held gaze.

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"what’s the matter, baby? can’t take it?" satoru chuckles darkly, watching you squirm helplessly on his lap as he denies you yet another orgasm.

you whine in protest, on the edge of tears, trying to close your legs. satoru pries them back open, keeping you spread apart as he finds your poor little clit again, rubbing tantalising circles with his middle finger. "satoruuu, please—can’t," you mewl, knowing your begging will fall on deaf ears.

at this point, you don’t even know why you continue to humour him — to welcome him into your dorm room like he isn’t the meanest, most selfish person you know who’s only intention is to torture you.

"poor baby," he fake pouts, making you yelp as he slaps your aching cunt. "you’re so pathetic. i almost feel bad…" he pinches your clit harshly between his thumb and pointer finger. "…almost."

your pussy is completely soaked as well as the insides of your thighs, drooling all over satoru’s palm and fingers, desperate for release. in fact, at this point, you’ll practically do anything to cum.

"hnghh—i’ll do anything, let me cum," you whine again, voice needy and high-pitched. satoru circles your clit with two fingers, touch feather light and teasing, refusing to rub you the way you need until he thinks you’re needy enough.

"aw, not even gonna say please this time?" the white-haired bully continues, slowing his movements even further. satoru uses the hand that has your hip pinned down to grab your face, squishing your cheeks together cruelly. "so cute when you pout."

he releases his grip on your face before giving your cheek a light slap. "please—hurts," you say, beginning to sob, tired of how raw and sore your cunt is. he circles your clit a little faster giving you some relief for a few seconds, grinning at your pitiful moans that instantly leave you. "so needy, it’s no wonder guys aren’t interested in you."

like satoru doesn’t scare off every guy on campus who dares to look your way. you’re surprised he hasn’t bought you a fucking collar to wear reading ‘property of satoru gojo.’

you buck your hips greedily against his hand, head thrown back in pleasure, desperate to finally cum. then he slows again. "how many times do i have to tell you to stay still? such a dumb little thing, too stupid to follow simple instructions."

"m’sorry—nghhm—please don’t stop, i’ll be good i p-promise," you respond, thighs twitching, pussy eager for more friction. satoru laughs again, low and teasing, one thick finger prodding at your sopping hole as it clenches around nothing. "aw, you’ve made such a mess. you really are a desperate slut, aren’t you?"

he slaps your cunt again, making your body jerk. “cmon, sweets. what are you?"

you pant lightly, sniffling as more tears trickle down your flushed cheeks. "i’m a desperate s-slut, i’m good for—hnggh—nothing."

satoru hums in satisfaction, bringing the slick he collected up to your clit, rubbing you perfectly — more than enough to have you cumming in less than a minute due to how worked up he has you.

"nghh—ohmygod, satoru!” you wail, trying to stay as still as humanly possible so he’ll let you cum. he begins rubbing your swollen nub from side to side, quick and efficient, watching your every reaction.

"wanna cum, yeah?" he says, painfully hard cock twitching beneath you. you nod feverishly, already close to the edge, waiting for permission. "go ahead, baby. you can pay me back with that dumb little mouth of yours right after."

following satoru’s permission, your orgasm rips through you, a broken moan tearing through you at the sensation. the hours of torture are soon forgotten, the memory replaced with sheer pleasure. "thank you, thank you—o-oh—thankyou,"you babble.

when you’re through it, satoru gives you barely any time at all to rest — yanking you up by your hair, making your face level with his. "you’re gonna thank me properly now, yeah?" you nod, feeling satoru lean in, brushing his tongue over your bottom lip before biting down on it, those mischievous blue eyes staring into yours.

"you know i don’t like waiting. get on your knees," he demands, voice a little quieter. “or i’ll have to make you."

a/n; posting this WAAYYY sooner than i thought i’d be able to i was suffering through parts of it tho so let’s all collectively ignore any mistakes ok

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fic warnings!!: dead dove do not eat, extreme bullying, dubcon/noncon, unhealthy relationships, talks of suic1de, attempts at suic1de, delulu satosugu, geto and gojo are really really horrible honestly, major trigger warning for fic and fic chapters, reader is chubby and mentally unwell at times, a lot of angst/somewhat comfort, the boys get a lil better eventually, somewhat fluff? talks of babytrapping, satosugu fantasizing about you, they're down bad and just don't admit it, breeding kink, yan!satosugu x fem!reader, smut!! very dark content, pls be warned!!!

this chapter will be more plot-heavy as I wanted to give reader more depth and the story more depth before jumping to the fun stuff, no smut but there is talk of s3lf h*rm and su1c1dal ideation in this chapter so please be warned if this is triggering material!! Next chapter will include more steamy stuff👀

Life really has only gotten worse since the incident with that guy you liked a couple weeks ago. Everyday just feels like a complete fight for you to even get out of bed in the morning to attend the hell-hole you call a school. The only thing that really keeps you going is the consolation that in about a month, it'll all be over and done with, and you'll never have to see or talk to any of these people ever again, especially those two.

Thinking of them just makes you sick. They're repulsive, and haven't let up even a bit after your humiliating public rejection a couple weeks ago. You honestly can't decide if you want to kill yourself or them more, really. Every second you're at that school, they torment you. From snarky, objectifying comments about you to making themselves apparent in every aspect of your life in the worst way possible, they were the bane of your existence. It makes you sick to see how everyone praises them and licks their boots when they see your suffering plain as day, and none of them choose to help you. You've already decided that once this is over with, you'll never see anyone here again. As soon as the diploma hits your hand, you're walking off the stage and will never talk to any of them ever again. You're just going to keep laying low, not speaking to anyone, and pretending you don't even exist to anyone around you. It's not like you really do, anyways. You're just a laughing stock for anyone around you anyways. The least you can do is just...tune it out like you've been doing.

Nobody can hate you more than you hate yourself, after all.

[ Yandere bully Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader ]—what it's like having satoru as your highschool bully.

TW : emotional abuse, psychological abuse, bullying, harassment, stalking, coercive control, possessive behavior, delusional satoru, non-consensual fixation, gaslighting, isolation from peers, verbal degradation, power imbalance.

First thing first: young Satoru isn’t evil. He’s good at his core. But he genuinely, sincerely, fundamentally believes he’s the protagonist of reality and everyone else is background sound design. NPC chatter. Ambient noise. People don’t exist to him unless they’re useful, entertaining, or threatening.

The only person he registers as real-real is Suguru. That’s his equal.

He’s also introverted as hell in the way rich, gifted, isolated kids are introverted — not shy, just… emotionally illiterate. He doesn’t know how to attach. He doesn’t know how to bond. He doesn’t know how to want someone without immediately turning it into possession, curiosity, or dominance. His childhood trained him to be worshipped, feared, or obeyed. Nobody ever taught him how to be liked. Nobody ever taught him what mutual feels like.

So yeah, stereotype or not, the reason he notices you is because you don’t give a shit.

You don’t stare.

You don’t whisper.

You don’t orbit.

You don’t flinch when he walks past.

You act like he’s not there.

And at first? He thinks it’s funny. Cute, even. Like watching a glitch in the matrix. Everyone else reacts to him — you don’t. You’re either brave or stupid or lying, and he wants to figure out which. He doesn’t see you as a person yet. You’re a puzzle. A game. A boredom cure.

So he starts trying to get close.

Not in a creepy way. Not yet. Casual. Lazy charm. Smile, hands in pockets, sunglasses tilt. “Hey, wanna hang out with me sometime?”

And you straight up reject him.

Not politely.

Not quietly.

Not gently.

You laugh.

Out loud.

In public.

In front of people.

You mock him. Make a joke out of him. You say something like, “Why the hell would I want to hang out with you?” like it’s obvious. Like he just asked something insane. Like he’s embarrassing himself by even opening his mouth.

And that’s the first time something cracks.

Not rage — not yet — but ego injury. The kind that feels like heat under the ribs. The kind that feels like humiliation but sharper. Because in his head, he didn’t just invite you. He offered you something. His time. His presence. Access to his inner circle. In his world, that’s a privilege. That’s charity.

And you didn’t just decline.

You rejected him loudly on purpose.

In front of everyone.

That doesn’t compute.

So first he ignores you.

Not calmly — performatively. He makes a point of not looking at you. But he does look. Constantly. Just in reflections. Windows. Glass doors. He checks if you’re checking. You never are. You move through the world like he doesn’t exist.

And that makes something in his chest start to itch.

You don’t look bitter.

You don’t look hurt.

You don’t look impressed.

You look… normal.

And he hates that more than anything.

Suguru and Shoko notice. Of course they do. They start teasing him. Light stuff at first. “Damn, rejected already?” “Did someone bruise the ego?” “She really said no, huh?”

Normally he’d laugh it off.

He doesn’t.

He snaps.

Like—actually snaps.

Tells them to shut up. Tells them to mind their business. His voice is sharp in a way they’re not used to. No playful edge. No teasing rhythm. Just irritation.

That’s when they realize something’s off.

Because Satoru usually laughs at everything.

After that, the behavior changes.

It starts small.