#bully x reader

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Your thighs were shaking and your back was arched. You tremble as his movements continue above you. He was everywhere, moaning on your ear, one hand caged yours in a tight grip, thighs spread apart in a filthy way that makes shame crawl up your spine and in your veins.

"So good baby, you're being so good f'me" He whispered in your ear as if they were lover's tune of praise. But it was far from it. Your bully was holding you spread open like a pretzel as he rammed his thick cock in you. He angled his hips in a way that he hit that sweet spongy spot every.single time. Which made your eyes roll back in pleasure, albeit your aversion.

jealous bully! after claiming they don't like you, after mocking you, after making fun of you and the way you look and how they would never date you, they don't do charity, are an idiot?

and you are too used to their pestering, to their voice in your ear and their idiotic comments, and why are you suddenly not reacting? why aren't you upset? it's a bit consuming the way they expect a reaction but they are in denial, because of course they are.

and then they see you, laughing at some stupid joke the bastard across the table from you said, and you look so happy, so at ease, and they feel like puking.

you go to the restroom and they are there, cornering you against the wall as you tell them to fuck off, and they are kissing you, one hand gripping the chubb from you cheek that the've always claimed disgusts them so much, and you you try to get them off of you, and that's even more infuriating. why would you try to reject them?

they part just enough to be able to speak, their other hand wrapped around your wrist as your hand presses against their chest, your skin is warm and you smell so good, and why didn't they notice how good you smell before?

"you better not dare look at someone else like that again or I'm going to rip their head off".

"f-ffuck keep crying for me, i'm nearly there," tsukishima groans. at his words you whine loudly and bury your face in the pillows, you hear tsukishima laugh cruelly and can imagine the smirk on face, even when you can't see him. tsukishima thrusts into you hard, you hear the slapping ripples your ass makes with each thrust and he continues running his hands all over your body, occasionally squeezing tightly. you doubt you'll come out of this unscathed with more bruises on your body than there's ever been. tsukishima's grunts fill the air as he calls you a filthy slut. you bunch the sheets in your fists and cry.

"you're mine," he growls and fucks you harder. "say you're mine," tsukishima demands and you comply.

characters: satoru gojo (jjk), osamu dazai (bsd), atsumu miya (hq), caleb (lads), doma (kny), & hisoka morow (hxh)

summarized: you wore another man’s jersey on the opposing team during the game, which angered your “boyfriend” (bully)

noncon, reader is clueless about their status.

You choke on his dirty fingers shoved down your mouth“s—stop!” You said almost in a hoarse yell as he preyed your hands up with his free hand pinning you on the backseat of his car.

“shut up crybaby” he leaned in closer before speaking up in a low tone “you should’ve known better”

he was absolutely pissed not only you supported his opponent during the game, you supported his nemesis; but he was your best friend so ofcourse you supported him and you can’t seem to understand why out of everyone, your bully was so worked up about it.

He ripped your jersey apart that supported the opposing team replacing it with his, leaving you bare except his jersey draping over you with your tits poking out as your eyes did the waterworks, wetting your entire face.

Fuck he loved that, not that he is an sadist or anything but my g0d when it came to you that was a different story, he licked off your salty tears on your face before forming a sly curl on his lips as he leaned closer towards your neck where he starts nibbling on it, to full blown biting, creating a visible red angry mark that matched many others scattered across your neck.

He manhandled you onto your stomach before planting your face into the car seat “l-let go off me I- I can’t bwreathh” your words went unnoticed he simply just put more pressure on your head.

“It’s all your fault for making me lose.” He angrily muttered, “This is the least you could do f’me.”

He was still fully clothed yet with his other hand he pulled oh so easily your hip upwards as he grinded his bulge against you, making him grunt in the process. “I should fuck your cute little ass” you panicked in response and shook your head no frantically but he only chuckled. he wasn’t asking.

“Then tell me why the fuck you were wearing his jersey hm?” He grabbed a fistful of your hair before pulling it up, forcing you to whine in pain.

“B-because h..he’s my bestfrien—“ you sob

you shift in your seat uncomfortably, eyes raking over the clock on the wall of the university’s chem lab for the hundredth time already.

“you got somewhere else to be, nerdy?” the annoying voice of your classes bully!gojo rings through your ears, making you look up at him irritated. god, how you hate this guy. always so loud and annoying. he eyes you with that stupid smirk, obviously enjoying the way he has you on edge.

you don’t know how you’ve got into that situation. but you’re sitting in the chem laboratory with gojo satoru. your bully. he doesn’t really bully you, but he’s spending all of his free time in class teasing you. probably because you’re smart, a little nerdy. that’s what he calls it at least.

he’s been hanging behind in chemistry course and your professor had the great idea to ask you to help with a little after-class study session. of course you didn’t know that the person you were asked to help out was gojo, so you said yes. and as if that wasn’t enough, how high were the chances of your professor needing to leave in a hurry because of a family emergency? yea. low, but never zero.

now all alone with gojo, you’ve been trying your best to not let any personal relations influence you. he was here because he’s struggling with chemistry after all, right? but the guy sitting sprawled in front of you, man-spreading while looking you up and down with a teasing smirk isn’t making it easy for you.

“yea, I would’ve been home by now, enjoying the weekend off, gojo. keep doing the task” you mumble, flipping the page and reading the next task out loud, then explaining what he needs to do.

their little experiment is standing in front of them and both are clothed in lab coats, gloves and security glasses.

“so, you got it?-“ you look up but satoru is already eyeing the chemicals they have standing in front of them, grabbing all of the different test tubes and pouring them in the big flask all at once.

“oh my god what are you doing??” you try to snap the tubes out of his hands but hes already emptied them. “wasn't I supposed to do it like that?”

you jump up exhausted by his stupidity, looking at the flask and all the chemicals are bubbling up, creating fumes due to the chemical reaction. “no you weren’t!”

god, this is gonna be a long friday afternoon. you just want to go home and lay in bed. you turn around, quietly cursing him out in your head and whining to yourself.

“you already cryin’?” he teases as he comes up behind you and his hands find your.. waist?! you tense slightly, breath stuck in your throat.

his grip loosens, sliding up your body and then down your arms. “relax, will ya? I’m just messing with you”

he takes off your gloves, then slides his hands up your body again, up to your neck. a rough laugh escapes his throat as the hairs on your neck stand up. finally he stops the tease and just removes the safety glasses from your head, placing them on the table in front of you, like he hasn’t just been touching you like that. “we’re done with that shitty experiment, it’s boring either way”

exhaling, you finally step away with a sigh, running your hand through your hair. what was that? as you turn around again, he’s already discarded his own gloves and glasses.

he starts unbuttoning his lab coat. shit. you watch him intensely and you have no idea how he can make a simple action like that look so hot. so caught up in your thoughts you don’t notice that he’s already taken it off, now standing in front of you with a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “you look.. distracted. how’s that?”

“uhh..” your mouth drops open but you don’t know what you even want to say. shit, you’ve been starring. and that way too obvious. you can’t help the fact that your bully is attractive, even if he goes on your nerves every second possible. he has that certain charm to himself. he’s basically a women’s magnet too, flirting with other girls every opportunity possible he gets. well, except with you. you’re just that little nerdy girl he likes to annoy. but the way he’s looking at you right now…

“cat got your tongue, little nerd?” he laughs. your eyes wide, you can feel your cheeks turn pink and you’d rather remove yourself from the situation than let him tease you any further for that. “uhh- I should go- gotta.. go home!”

as you scurry back towards where your chemistry papers are spread all over the table, you can feel his gaze on you. quickly packing your bag, the room way too quiet, you wonder what gojo is doing because there’s no way he’s letting that go without at least a little snarky remark. turning back around to face him, you see him studying something at the side of the chem tables, not even focusing on you.

“satoru..?” your voice finally rings out, calling him by his first name like you’re serious. wondering what the hell it is that got his attention. not answering you, focused on something else, a slight smirk appears on his face as all of a sudden he presses a big red button.

click.

your eyes dart towards where the sound came from - the main exit of the lab. then to satoru.

“oops.. now we’re stuck”

he can’t be serious. “you got to be kidding me, gojo..” your irritated gaze hits his. but he doesn’t seem the slightest bit bothered. he just shrugs, making his way back to you. “guess it’s just us now.. stuck here.. all alone” he pronounces those words as if there’s more behind it than just being locked inside a room with your annoying bully..

you look at him speechless, gulping as he suddenly hovers over you. “you’re not going anywhere… not yet” he looks down at you, smirking teasingly.

your throat is dry. what does that even mean. you have no idea. but you look up at him with those big eyes that he loves. shit. he can’t control himself when you look up at him like that. “you scared?” he manages to force out with a rough tone. finally giving you a break, waiting for a reply, anything.

you shake your head flustered. scared? no. nervous? 100 %.

finally, you let your bag drop to the floor with a loud thud. you haven’t even noticed that you’ve been tightly clutching it in your hands for the past minute.

satoru takes that as a sign, over winding the last distance between you two and pressing you against him by your lower back. “will ya take that off for me now?” he murmurs against your ear but doesn’t even give you any time, ripping the buttons of your lab coat open himself and pushing it off your shoulders. the coat falls to the floor and you’re left in your tight skinny jeans and cropped sweater you’ve been wearing all day. he doesn’t waste any time, hauling you close again by your waist. his warm hands making your skin tingle.

you gasp, crashing against him by the force of his pull and your hands land on his hard chest. damn. you can feel every muscle lining his body through his thin compressed shirt. it doesn’t leave much to the imagination and you have a hard time tearing your gaze off now.

“my eyes are up here, nerdy” his rough voice rings out in the otherwise quiet room. he emphasizes his statement by slightly grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to look him in the eyes, while his other arm still clutches your waist. keeping you close.

you can feel your cheeks heat up and you’re sure you’re already resembling a tomato. “aww, blushing already?” he teases, making fun of it.

“careful.. i might put you into positions that are actually worthy to be ashamed of” he chuckles but doesn’t carry out his threat… yet. instead his hand that's still holding you by your chin finds its way into the back of your hair, slightly grabbing it and hauling you forward all of a sudden.

his lips crash onto yours without warning and it doesn’t take long for the heat to rush between your legs. you gasp into his mouth. not even sure if that whole thing is a good idea but you just react on instinct, moving your lips against his in rhythm as he is holding you against him by your hair. satoru who’s been wanting to test the waters first is satisfied. smirking into the kiss he pulls away after achieving what he wanted to.

“getting weak for me already, little miss nerdy?” flustered and nervous you don’t know what to answer to that at all. he’s right but you wouldn’t want to admit that. you would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t attracted to him. so when he’s hovering over you, looking down at you with those blue eyes.. you can’t help it.

gladly satoru gojo isn’t thaat much of a jerk. he doesn’t expect an answer when you stay quiet, too nervous to speak. instead he leans back down to connect your lips again. this time though he doesn’t hold back.

both his hands trail down your body, cupping your ass as he starts kissing you almost aggressively. you gasp, not expecting that at all and his tongue slips inside your mouth almost in an instinct, tangling with yours. fuck. you’re feeling so hot all of a sudden. flushed cheeks, smudged lipstick. you’re having a hard time keeping up with him and if that’s not enough, you can feel the way you’re dripping already. pathetic. but you can’t help it. you barely get into situations like this anymore. everyone is too focused on the fact that you’re acting like a nerd. no one would assume a girl like you has time for that kinda things, or is even interested in that.

your fingers grip his arms hard, holding on for support. but all you can notice is how good his muscles feel. is there anything about this guy that’s not hot?!

his hands get rougher too, squeezing your ass in his palms and pulling your hips impossibly closer against his. everything’s going pretty fast and you could push him away but a part of you wants him to keep going. shit, why not? what would possibly speak against having a bit of fun with the hottest guy in your class? maybe you will regret it, maybe it will make you seem easy but right now you don’t care. all that is important are his hands on you.

your thoughts are interrupted as you feel one of his hands trail down further, dipping between your thighs and cupping you there. a whimper escapes your lips between kisses and he chuckles, breaking the kiss for a second. “sensitive, huh?”

“s-shut up” you mumble out of breath, definitely not looking up at him because you’re too shy for that.

“mhhmn, nah. i’m enjoying this far too much - how flustered you are. and I haven’t even started” he continues teasing as he looks down at you, but you’ve pressed your face against his chest, way too flustered to face him. but he doesn’t care and takes your chin into his hand again, making you look up at him. “you’re cute. you know that? way better than when you’re giving me attitude…” and that doesn't help you. not at all.

looking up at him, you are forced to get used to the intense eye contact. he seems to really enjoy this, watching every single of your expressions until he leans up to your ear. “now.. tell me. do you want me to go on?” he whispers, his hand that is still nestled between your thighs starts to press against you, rubbing the fabric of where you want it most. you grip his shirt for support this time. not able to stop the gasp that escapes your lips. “so what is it, baby?”

the hairs on your neck rise by that nickname he uses and your legs press together. finally, you manage to rasp out the reply he’s been hoping for. “please- satoru… go on”

“good girl. that’s what I like to hear..” you can’t see his face but you can hear the way he smirks in his voice. “..you know. you should get a treat for being so brave” he chuckles, removing his hand from between your legs. you whimper at the loss of his feel against you but the next second he’s fidgeting with your jeans button, popping it open and pulling down the zipper.

he’s walking you backwards now, till your back hits one of the lab tables and he’s cornering you between it and him. not even a second later, his hand slips inside your jeans, coming down to find your soaked pantie. and at this point soaked is an absolute understatement. his middle finger finds it way between your clothed folds and a quiet laugh escapes him as you shiver. your eyes fly up irritated but he’s already opening his mouth.

“so wet for me already?” god that is so embarrassing. you are looking away, but he grabs your chin again. “nah-ah. don’t be embarrassed” he continues “that’s so damn hot. you’re so wet for me, I could spread you open with my dick right now, tell me would you like that?”

fuck. his words turn you on more than they should. you haven’t gotten any dick in months after all and it probably wouldn’t do any good to go in without any preparation.

no time to think any more, he groans. visibly turned on as well by that thought. already thinking about how good you will look spread around his cock.

pulling out his fingers from your jeans, he yanks them down already and grabs you by the hips. hard. “turn around for me then, pretty thing, will ya?”

your breath hitches and eyes widen, no time to react. he spins you around by your hips already and bends you over the table, which he had pressed you against before. you gasp loudly, body hitting the cold table. “satoru-“

“shh, be good for me and shut your little mouth, yea?” satoru interrupts whatever you were gonna say, pulling down your panties with that as well. when the cold air hits your bare skin, you shiver and press your legs together slightly, earning another chuckle from him.

“you’re so fucking good for me. so pretty, bent over on that table, all for me.” that doesn’t help and your clenching your legs together further, feeling your walls clench around nothing as you’re standing in front of satoru exposed. you’re feeling his gaze burning into you from behind and it doesn’t do any good that you’re already dripping into your pantie, which he had just pulled down. that’s how turned on you are. it seems to catch his attention as well as he inhales sharply, now finally giving a sign of life. “shit, you’re really that turned on without me even having to touch you there?”

it’s quiet for a second, until.. slap.

you cry out in pleasure, your knees almost collapse and you need to hold on to the edge of the table. fuck. satoru just slapped your bare cunt, not hard but enough to make the heat down there double up. if that’s even possible with how turned on you already are.

with a satisfied smirk he drops his hand down there again but not to slap you, no. his hand comes up to cup your wet folds, sliding two fingers between your lips and rubbing you. you can’t help but shiver under his touch and press out a desperate moan.

“you like that, huh?” he hisses, aggressively, as he thrusts two fingers up inside of you. finally filling out your aching walls. but it’s not enough. you’re so wet you can barely feel anything. you want, no - need more.

shivering under his touch, moaning his name, you finally get the courage to speak up. “satoru- ‘need more” you rasp out but it’s more of a whimper.

“yeah? shit, I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” satoru groans and pulls out his fingers again. he unbuckles his belt in a rush and undoes his pants, sliding them down as far as needed. his bulge has been pressing against the inside of his pants for a while already, happy to finally be freed.

he grabs the shaft of his thick length, finally guiding it against your folds, not pushing in yet but rolling his hips against you once. twice. his dick now coated in your wetness, he lines up at your entrance, already feeling the way you shiver from just that.

he inhales harshly, not waiting any longer. finally he pushes in with a deep thrust, groaning loud. “fuuuck, baby-”

“satoru- hah!” a loud moan rips from your throat and it pushes his ego. he pulls out completely, then slams into you again. hard. you’re seeing stars. feeling his cock already hit that spot inside of you and you almost collapse right then and there. satoru pushes you on to the table further until your legs slightly dangle in the air and you don’t need to hold yourself up. he keeps pushing in and pulling out in a punishing rhythm. his hands grab your hips hard and he keeps slamming you onto him with every thrust. every thrust of his is accompanied by his deep grunts and your desperate moans. it’s so loud, for once you’re glad that it’s a friday afternoon.

“you gonna be a good girl.. mhhn- and moan my name, yea?” his request is followed up by a hard slap on your butt.

“satoru-! please-“ you moan out loud, not able to form any further words. you’re ruined.

satoru keeps on pounding into you hard, making you turn into a moaning mess for him. not only are you, but also is your pussy, milking him hard with squelching sounds.

you can feel your orgasm building and your walls clench around satoru's dick whose thrusts are turning messy too.

“shit, you gonna come for me? all over my dick?” and that's the last push you needed. you’re moaning loudly, clenching hard around satoru and finally you come all over his dick. without even touching yourself.

satoru groans loudly, riding your orgasm out with some more hard thrusts. then he pulls out, stroking his cock and busts his cum all over your ass, breathing hard.

you slump over the table, gasping for air as your lungs work overtime. satoru grabs some nearby paper towels, cleaning himself up and tugging everything back into place.

finished and fully clothed, he tosses you the roll with a smirk and then turns his attention to one of the buttons at the side of the table again. click. the door of the chem lab opens back up and he’s the first one striding towards it, turning around to look back at you.

“clean yourself up, nerdy. wouldn’t want anyone to see you like that” he winks at you and then leaves. letting you lay there all fucked up, literally.

the door shuts behind him as he leaves and you need to watch with wide eyes.

god. you hate this asshole.

what you don’t know, of course, is that he is actually standing in front of the door, blocking it for anyone who would've wanted to come in.

when you’re fully cleaned up and back in your clothes, you step out of the room and the hall is empty.

asshole. he really left you like that for anyone to see.

at least that’s what he makes you think.

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You hadn’t thought about Evan in months. Not since graduation, not since you walked away and swore you’d never let him get under your skin again.

He wasn’t just a bully—he was your bully. The one who pulled your chair out in class, who whispered insults just loud enough to sting. But somehow, it was never quite hate. There was something else in his eyes, something unreadable.

But you were done with him.

Tonight, you’re at a café with someone new. Jace is warm. Gentle. The kind of guy who listens when you talk and doesn’t interrupt with a smartass smirk, ready to disagree. You're halfway through laughing at his awful coffee pun when you feel it:

That stare.

His Stare.

You turn your head. And there’s Evan. Leaning against the brick wall across the street, arms crossed, mouth twisted into something between fury and disbelief.

You freeze. Jace doesn’t notice. He’s rambling on about his joke. But Evan’s eyes are locked on yours—and they burn.

Hours later, you walk home alone. It was safer that way. But you still feel watched.

Then you hear the footsteps.

Measured. Slow.

You turn the corner—and he’s there. Waiting.

“You think he’s better than me?” His voice is low, jagged.

You step back. “What are you even doing here?”

“I saw you.” He laughs under his breath. “Sitting there with him like you forgot everything. Like none of it meant anything.”

“What are you talking about? You tormented me.”

His smile drops. “You think I did that because I hated you?”

Your throat tightens.

“I wanted your attention. Always did.” He steps closer. “But you’re so damn stubborn. So I pushed. I provoked. I made sure you couldn’t ignore me.”

“You’re fucking crazy, and I suggest you stay away from me unless you want a resitrianging order put on you.”

“No,” he snaps. “I’m in love. And you... You were supposed to be mine.”

The street is silent, but you feel the pressure like thunder. Because this is no longer about petty schoolyard cruelty. This is possession—twisted, desperate, and worse than you imagined.

And now, you wonder what Evan’s willing to do to remind you.