#nerd reader

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satoru gojo was in awe, eyes wide, mouth agape. it was, for once, not moving.

when shoko first introduced you to her two best friends, she had previously heeded them of your shy, nerdy personality, threatening them to be normal to you.

she was mostly worried about the white-haired boy.

gojo was a known flirt, womanizer, manwhore. he'd had his fair share of encounters with only the most gorgeous girls on campus. mostly sorority ones or mutual friends of shoko's.

geto was the same way, but did it quietly, pursuing girls much more mindfully.

she made it clear that you were different, though. you were off limits, that you were someone very special to her.

childhood friends, you and her. she kept in close contact with you since you moved away back in high school, and considered you a true friend.

ecstatic to hear you were transferring to her university, shoko didn't need geto and gojo, despite being her best friends, instinctual hoe-like tendencies scaring you off.

but gojo was speechless after seeing your beautiful face when you walked through the door of his dorm room.

it was different than anything he'd felt before. sure, he had small crushes in high school and in college he ran wild.

every weekend he'd flash his signature smirk, whisper a few slutty things in a girl's ear, and get his dick wet.

it was easy like that.

but he never felt like this before, completely captivated.

it wasn't just your physical beauty that struck him. it was the shy smile you wore on your face, the quiet greeting and head nod you offered him.

"hi," was all he could manage to get out.

from then on, you were all gojo could think about. whether it was in class, at practice, hanging with geto, at his damn frat parties.

his mind kept wandering to your pretty face, how much he wanted to talk to you. to tell you how he felt.

he found himself slowing down on the girls on the weekends. at parties, he felt distracted, often wishing you were there.

he would ask shoko if you'd ever come to a frat party of theirs with hopeful, pleading eyes. she would always dismiss it, reminding them that parties "weren't your speed".

it only made him want you more, imagining you in your cute pajamas doing something nerdy in bed on a friday night. reading, maybe.

it got to the point where he completely stopped hooking up with anyone, merely showing up to the parties to show support for his fraternity, or some bullshit.

the times he really got to see you were slim to none. you liked gojo and geto. when you first met them, you found them quite cute.

the guys at your old university were lousy compared to them, and it excited you.

at meals, sometimes gojo and geto would join you and shoko in the dining hall, taking a break from the food at their frat.

gojo practically jumped at any opportunity to eat with you, begging geto to ask shoko any time your schedules all aligned.

he would change around you, often letting his cocky, fuckboy attitude rest. he'd ask you about how you were adjusting, if you liked it so far.

you would nod your head with a soft smile, and his heart felt like it was bursting at the seams.

things changed, though, when he stumbled upon you at the college library. so typical of you, he thought.

your textbooks were sprawled on the rectangular desk, glasses on and hair tied up with a giant claw clip. your nose buried in your notebook, writing notes with your earphones in.

so cute.

he strode up to you, tapping your shoulder lightly. this was his opportunity, a chance to talk to you one on one without shoko staring daggers into him.

"hey, there," he would say, smiling.

you took out your earbud, eyebrows raised, lips parting delicately.

he took your warm greeting as an invitation to sit down at your table, asking you how your studying was going.

he was thanking his stupid literature professor for making him borrow the physical copy of the book for annotations, otherwise he wouldn't be caught dead there.

you shared what you were up to, how interesting your current unit in philosophy was and how hard you were studying for the next doozy of a calc test you had coming up.

it was the most you'd talked to him up till then, and to say he was happy was an understatement.

he figured that these academic interests of yours were what made you passionate, invigorated you to speak without hesitation.

loving your newfound openness, he continued asking you questions about what you'd been learning, how it compared to the way your professors taught at your old university, if you preferred this subject over that one.

any possible question that popped into his mind, he asked. just so he could continue to hear you talk.

your voice was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard before, and he wanted it to last forever.

it was what he, shamefully, palmed himself to the thought of every night. a hand would snake under his grey sweats, imagining your sweet voice whispering pleas from underneath him.

finally, realizing how long you'd been talking, you shyly tucked a hair behind your eye and adjusted your glasses, apologizing for rambling on and on.

he shook his head vigorously, insisting he was interested.

this routine continued.

he'd come to the library everyday around that time to come and see you, ask about your studies and day, even bringing cute drinks and snacks he saw you post on your instagram stories.

you found it all really nice. he was a great listener, just coming each day, pulling up a chair, and asking you really quality questions about your work.

movies, tv shows, animes, comic books he saw you repost about on your tiktok account he'd non-chalantly drop into conversation, and you'd light up immediately.

your eyes widened, and you launched into talking about your favorite characters, plot lines you hated, and cool things the directors or authors did intentionally he might have missed.

mentally, he'd fist bump himself for doing his research on you, along with all your favorite things.

he'd cut in at times, adding his two sense into a particular opinion you held on a character or story-line, and you'd smile brightly, surprised he was into the same media as you were.

it got to the point where his frat brothers were worried about him, wondering why on earth he had stopped his generational run he had with the sorority girls.

gojo seemed distracted, not really seeming fulfilled by all the partying and drinking.

even geto, his best friend, was confused as to why he had been acting this way.

he'd simply shrug, saying he didn't feel like it, jokingly saying that maybe he just grew up.

but it wasn't far off.

each visit he made to the library made your heart grow fonder of satoru gojo. you expected him, at a certain point, and without fail, he'd be there.

but you reminded yourself of the type of guy he was.

when weekend plans would get brought up, on the rare occasion you two talked about something like that, he'd mention a party of some sort.

you knew those parties happened each weekend, shoko practically came back drunk out of her mind from them, time and time again.

it just wasn't your scene. not that you thought that made you better than anyone, but it just wasn't.

even in high school, you were never very popular, keeping to yourself. shoko was one of your only friends in middle school, and it didn't get easier when you moved.

big events, like prom and formals, you often skipped out on because of the pressure you felt of having no date. it felt embarrassing to go without one, so you just didn't.

guys were another foreign area in your life.

you didn't have any guy friends, up until that point. in high school, you had your fair share of crushes.

none of which you talked to or had even the semblance of a chance with. it made you feel weird, never having even gotten to first base with anyone in your sophomore year of college.

gojo wasn't like you. he was a shining star, everyone loved him.

you weren't stupid. shoko told you, jokingly of course, that her two best friends were whores, popular amongst the female population.

you saw it in the way they got approached by beautiful girl "friends" in the dining halls or when they'd occasionally walk from class to class all together.

shoko would roll her eyes to the very back of her head.

the point was, you knew there wasn't a chance with him, no matter how friendly he came off to you each day. it was useless having a crush on him.

but you were stupid like that, biting off more than you could chew. that's how you got your feelings hurt, most times.

you were still smart enough to agree to go on a date with a guy you thought fit you will.

he was in your computer science class. he wasn't as handsome as gojo, nor did you have even half as good conversation with him, you thought.

but he was kind, quieter, did well in class.

he wasn't the type to party, and you overheard he'd never had a girlfriend before. it was a perfect match.

shoko urged you to say yes, happy that you'd finally get some.

she was so excited she decided to spill the beans to her two best friends at their pre-game before the friday night frat party.

when gojo heard you were going on a date with a guy seemingly perfect for you, his heart started racing, seething with jealousy.

shoko, of course, exaggerated him. that he was handsome, just your type, nerdy, incredibly intelligent, quiet, shy, low-key. all the things he wasn't.

that you were finally going to get your freak on, or however she described it, and that you and him probably were at that very moment.

he thickly swallowed, suddenly feeling incredibly nauseous.

quickly making up some bullshit lie that he ate some expired yogurt that morning and he was feeling sick, he ushered them out of the room.

as soon as he saw them leave, he raced out the door, not able to think straight.

there was no way in hell he'd let some random let all his efforts go to waste. i mean, it'd been months of intense and miserable yearning for you, as much as he hated that word and found it corny.

it was truly how he was moving.

his legs carried him fast, sprinting to the girl's dormitory. he knew it well, not just from shoko, shamefully.

almost falling on his face from running so fast, he stopped at your door.

he was scared, for once in his life, about a girl. this should be easy, but his mind was racing.

finally mustering up the courage to knock, you opened the door with a very confused expression.

"gojo?", you asked, staring up at him with those adorable eyes.

"don't date him," he was out of breath, chest heaving dramatically. he felt like he had just run a marathon, the adrenaline of seeing you shooting him to a runner's high.

"please. i-", his voice cracked, almost whimpering, "i like you. no- i'm obsessed with you. and i can't stand the thought of you dating someone that's not me. so please-",

you cut him off with an abrupt kiss, lips awkwardly clashing against his, teeth colliding and mouths not quite as fluid as in the movies.

but he didn't care. his brain was short circuiting from the fact that you had just kissed him.

smiling like an idiot, he shut the door behind him, exhaling and crashing his mouth onto yours again.

this time, he was in complete control, starting off fast, then slowing down against your lips, gently kissing you while holding the side of your face tenderly.

he couldn't believe this was happening. he was kissing you, and you were kissing him back.

breathless, you pulled away from him, eyes slightly glassy and face extremely warm and red. you looked away, exhaling loudly like you'd just did some intense exercise.

gojo was looking at you with a soft expression, the side of his mouth turned up.

"i- uh," you'd start, fumbling with a piece of your hair. the two of you were sitting on the edge of your bed.

"that was my first time," you smiled softly.

it was your first kiss.

his eyes felt like they were going to pop out of the sockets, his heartbeat increasing by two times.

he had just taken your first kiss. it was his forever, he was your first.

that made him so happy he could kiss you. again.

wearing a stupidly large grin on his face, he replied, "it won't be the last," pulling you in for another quick kiss.

you smiled into it, not sure of where to put your hands and settling them on his shoulders awkwardly.

"gojo!", you laughed softly.

“satoru,” he whispered near your ear.

you shuddered at the sensation, correcting yourself "satoru. i... didn't know you felt that way. about me,"

"I came to the library. a place i'd never be caught dead in. every day. to see you," he paused between each sentence, "how?",

he sounded genuinely confused, "i don't know. i think i just thought we were too different. that... i guess you were out of my league,"

gojo let out a genuine laugh, shaking his head, "there's no way you actually believe that. you're miles out of my league,"

you let out a breathy laugh, "no, i'm serious. i quit all of it. i haven't... been with a girl since i first saw your face. all i wanted to do was to talk to you,"

your heart could probably burst at that moment, your face growing warm, "that's-",

he cut you off, taking your hand in his, "you're way too good for me. trust me. that's why i didn't- i couldn't tell you how i felt," he started, "but i want you to be mine. for real,"

you smiled that soft, gentle smile, the one he loves, "i want that too,"

"yeah?", he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles delicately, looking down at your hand, "i'll be good for you, i promise. i don't care about any of that other bullshit, i just wanna make you happy,"

"then let's be together then," you said, feeling shy at the confidence of your statement.

"that's all i've ever wanted, baby," he breathed out, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.

sukuna loved your glasses.

it was practically the first thing he noticed about you when you two first met. and you quickly caught on how much he loved them.

he would always beg you to keep them on while you two had sex, sometimes even begging you to let him cum on them.

hell, every time you crawled onto his lap and started kissing along his jaw all he could imagine was how he was going to paint your lenses white with his cum.

you used to always say no, saying that it was too hard to clean afterwards and how you could always smell his cum on your face throughout the day even if he offered to clean them for you.

you only said yes on special occasions. just like today.

you had been tutoring sukuna for his midterm, determined to get him at least above a 70%.

though he wasn’t as determined as you. for some reason he was content with his usual 60%.

so what did you do? motivate him of course!

“sukuna. are you even paying attention?” you whisper yelled at him after being yelled at yourself by the librarian earlier.

sukuna had his head shoved in his hands, groaning in response before mumbling what sounded like a mocking yes underneath his breath.

you let out a sigh, turning your body to full face him.

“c’mon, you have to study. these are your midterms we’re talking about, you can’t afford to fail these, ‘kuna.”

he lifted his head up, still not facing you while his hands fidgeted with your pencil. “i know, but i just don’t get it. there’s no way i’m gonna learn all of this in time.”

you felt your chest tighten.

before you sat the infamous frat boy, ryomen sukuna, confessing to his girlfriend with the saddest puppy look painted on his ink covered face that he didn’t understand physics.

you did the only thing you could do at that moment because what good was having a nerd girlfriend if she couldn’t help out her boyfriend in his academic stump?

you shifted in your seat, scooting closer to sukuna and using one of your hands to tug on his sleeve while the other covered the side of ear to whisper in it.

“i’ll let you cum on my glasses if you pass.”

sukuna whipped his head around so fast he almost hit you. his sad look now replaced with wide eyes and ears as red as a tomato.

before you could say anything else he sprung up out of his chair, startling both you and the other people in the library.

you looked up at him, eyebrows practically shot up to your hairline. “what are you doing?”

“i’m going to check out a physics book.”

the man didn’t even own a physics book.

so it definitely came to your surprise when sukuna texted you a picture of his midterm with a big fat 91% circled in red ink at the top of his paper a week after.

so now here you were, keeping up your end of the deal.

you were both fully bare, sukuna sprawled across the bed, legs spread open for you to kneel in between.

he had just came from his class, skipping the next just so he could finally get the reward he waited a week for.

“fuck, just like that, baby.” sukuna groaned. one hand placed on the back of your head, palm so big he practically covered your entire head, while the other was gripping at the sheets, fighting for his life to not thrust up into your mouth. “good fucking girl. you want me to paint your face that fucking bad?”

you hummed around his cock, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat with every bop of your head. the sounds coming out of you sounded horrifically pronagraphic.

sukuna could only laugh, “dirty girl. what would people say if they knew their precious little nerd was over here with her boyfriend’s cock down her throat, practically begging for me to ruin those pretty little glasses?” he reached out to push your glasses back up your face, empathizing his words.

you moaned at his rude comment, keeping your hands on his thighs, droll dripping down your chin and his cock onto the bed. you knew sukuna liked it messy. and sukuna knew you liked it a little humiliating.

pulling off his cock with a loud pop! you started to lick from the base up, gathering up all your saliva only to spit it back into his aching tip only to watch it all dribbled back down.

not only did his cock twitch at that, sukuna fucking whimpered at the action.

you traced the bulging vain on the underside of his cock with your tongue, glasses fogging up while they kept on bumping into him.

“holy shit, fuck, i can feel the cold rims of your fucking glasses all over my dick, baby.” sukuna groaned, crimson eyes locked on yours as you placed a small kiss on his tip, hoping to try and cool it down before enveloping it back in your mouth.

“fucking slut. you know what you do to me— hahh shit.” sukuna groaned, mouth agape as he stared down at you. “i-i can’t take it anymore. ‘m sorry, sweetheart.”

your eyebrows furred in confusion before his other hand shot out, both of them now gripping your head to bob you up and down his leaking cock.

digging your nails into his thighs, you couldn’t help but tear up at the sudden roughness of the thrusts of his hips.

“hah— you’re, fuck, y-you— fuck!”

the man couldn’t even speak anymore.

“yeah, yeah. there’s my good girl, fuck, my sweet little slut wants me to cum all over those cute little glasses of hers, isn’t that right, baby?”

you could only moan around his cock, the vibrations shooting up his spine, cheeks hollowing out around his cock to try and get him to come faster.

“holy shit,” sukuna mumbled, hand tugging on your hair to pull you up.

you twisted your head away, trying to catch your breath. immediately gulping up air before coughing at all the saliva stuck in the back of your throat.

sukuna’s free hand shot out, gripping your chin hard enough to move you back to face his flushed cock.

his hand left your chin only to come down to stroke his cock at a rapid pace. the hand on your head gripped your hair a little harder, forcing you lower and closer to his cock.

“ahh— shit, just stay right there f’me, pretty.”

sukuna came with a loud groan, cum shooting out to cover all over your glasses, some even landing right above them and dripping down onto the bridge of your nose.

hell, he aimed high to hit your glasses that some even ended up getting into your hair, coating the top of your head along with his fingers that were still tightly holding you down.

you could only whine when sukuna rubbed his tip on your lenses, cum getting on both sides before slapping his still hard dick all over your now fogged up and cum covered glasses.

sukuna was breathing heavily, post orgasm now hitting him hard. “s-so fucking pretty f’me.”

then to no one’s surprise, he dipped his tip into some of the cum that happened to land on your cheek, then moving back to wipe it all over on your glasses.

sukuna groaned at the sight before him, tapping his cock on your lips and tilting your head back farther.

“go ahead. clean me up, sweets.”

you huffed before sticking your tongue out to kitten lick along his tip. sukuna laughed at how obedient you were.

grin wide on his face, his moved his hand from your head, tongue coming out to lick his cum off before using his index finger to write on one of your lenses.

a large letter S written in his cum was now sitting so nicely on your fogged up lenses.

“fuck,” was all he said before pulling you off his cock and tugging you up so he could capture your mouth in a rough, messy kiss.

he could never get over the feeling of your cum covered glasses pressing into his face as he licked into your mouth, swallowing your moans.

summary — ♡ you haven’t spoken to satoru in months. not since the night he broke your trust—your heart. but when a game of “spin the bottle” forces you both into a closet. all the unsaid feelings, silence, grows heavier than ever.

you and satoru hadn’t talked in over a month. why? because he thought it would be a brilliant idea—like always—to invite you to one of his parties and then forget you even existed once you showed up. you shouldn’t be mad, right? you weren’t his girlfriend. you two were just best friends. he could do what he wanted. at least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

but deep down, you knew better. he wasn’t clueless. he knew how you felt about him—he’d been teasing you with it for years. and the worst part? he took advantage of it. he kissed you the night you came back from your overseas internship. lips soft, lingering, full of promises you thought were finally going to mean something. you went to bed that night thinking maybe—just maybe—things between you and satoru were going to change.

You sit alone at the edge of the cafeteria, hidden behind the fortress of your laptop screen and a wall of untouched fruit cups. The noise around you doesn’t register—voices bounce, shoes squeak, laughter surges in waves—but you’re too busy organizing your notes for the third time today.

And then he walks by. Atlas Crowe. Of course his name is ridiculous. So is the way people orbit him like planets caught in his gravitational pull. Varsity captain, head of student council, the boy they built statues of in the hallway with yearbook spreads and committee photos.

You barely exist in his world. Or so you thought.

“Hey,” he says one afternoon, leaning over your chemistry homework like he belongs there. “You’re the smart one, right? Help me out.”

It’s innocent—too innocent. But then he starts sitting with you. Every. Day. Abandons his throne in the center of popularity to share vending machine meals and Google Docs. People start whispering. You start second-guessing every glance, every compliment.

“You know,” Atlas says one night while you tutor him, voice low and too close, “you’re kind of mesmerizing when you explain quantum theory. Like you’re speaking a foreign language, only I want to learn.”

You freeze. His hands are too clean for this. His face is too pretty. His locker is filled with notes and candy, and here he is—eyes locked onto yours like you’re the answer to a question he hadn’t dared ask until now.

Soon, your blog gets flooded with anonymous messages quoting your writing. Someone starts following all your playlists, liking posts seconds after you publish them. You mention offhand that you’re into niche documentaries—Atlas starts referencing them in class presentations as if they're his new motto.

You overhear one of his friends complaining. “She’s weird, dude. Like, no offense, why are you into her?” Atlas smiles, soft and eerie. “Because she’s not into me,” he says. “Yet.”

And now, there’s glitter on your desk. Not the fun kind—the invasive, sticky kind that somehow spells your name on his notebook. The whole school watches as the golden boy trades stadium lights for late-night texts about your favorite books and obscure philosophers. But it’s not romantic. It’s quietly terrifying.

One day you log into your private study server and find a folder: “She Who Taught Me Devotion.” Inside are transcripts of everything you’ve ever shared—academic papers, chat logs, notes you thought were deleted.

Atlas finds you at your locker, smiling like a sinner blessed by obsession.

❝ TOPH BEIFONG X NERD!READER ❞

an: yummmyyy ty louie i liked writing this heh

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You were talking again.

Not just talking, but rambling. Words spilling out faster than you could organize them, thoughts stacking on top of each other as if they were racing to be heard first.

“Okay but if you really think about it, seismic sense is basically a form of vibration mapping, so technically someone could maybe recreate a weaker version if they understood pressure distribution and ground feedback, because different regions use different materials and that would affect how vibrations travel and—”

Toph lay back with her arms behind her head, one foot hooked lazily over the other. She let you go on, not interrupting, just listening in her own quiet way.

“—and like, Ba Sing Se versus Omashu would feel completely different because the density of the stone changes everything and—”

She let out a short snort.

You stopped immediately.

“…am I talking too much?”

There was a brief pause.

“Not really.”

You blinked. “…not really?”

Toph tilted her head slightly toward you, lips curving into a small grin.

“Keep going.”

You hesitated, caught off guard. “You actually want me to?”

“If I didn’t, I’d tell you to stop,” she replied easily.

That was fair.

Still, you felt a little unsure. “I just feel like I’m rambling.”

“You are,” she said without hesitation.

You sighed. “Toph.”

She nudged your shoulder with hers.

“It’s not a bad thing,” she added, her voice a little softer this time. “You get all into it. It’s… interesting.”

“Interesting,” you repeated, skeptical.

“Yeah,” she said, shrugging. “Your voice changes.”

“My voice does not change.”

“It does,” she insisted. “Gets faster. A little higher too. Like your brain is trying to sprint ahead of your mouth.”

You stared at her.

“That is not what I sound like.”

She grinned, completely unapologetic. “It is.”

You huffed, crossing your arms, but she could already feel the shift in your posture. A small mix of embarrassment and stubbornness.

Toph leaned a little closer, bumping your shoulder again.

“Anyway,” she said, casual as ever, “you were saying something about buildings.”

You glanced at her, still unsure. “…you actually care?”

Toph rolled her eyes, though there was no real bite behind it.

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here.”

That was enough.

You started again, slower this time.

“Different regions use different types of stone, so the way vibrations travel changes depending on density. It’s kind of like how sound moves differently through water compared to air.”

Toph went quiet, thinking it through.

“…so you’re saying the ground feels different depending on where I am.”

“Exactly,” you said, leaning in a little. “Which means your bending isn’t just strong, it’s adaptive. You’re constantly adjusting without even realizing it.”

She hummed softly.

“…huh.”

You lit up immediately, excitement slipping back in before you could stop it.

“Right? So technically your ability is even more precise than people think because you’re reacting to tiny differences in the earth all the time and—”

“There it is again.”

You groaned. “Toph.”

She laughed, the sound warm and unfiltered, and leaned her head lightly against your shoulder.

“Relax,” she said. “I like it.”

That stopped you.

“…you do?”

Toph shrugged, but she did not move away.

“Yeah. It’s better than listening to the others go on about boring stuff.”

You laughed quietly at that.

The tension faded just like that.

“…okay,” you said, a little softer now. “So as I was saying…”

“Yeah,” she murmured, settling in beside you. “Keep going.”

And you did.

You kept talking, letting your thoughts run however they wanted, not worrying about how fast or how much.

Toph stayed right there the whole time, listening to every word, even if she would never admit how much she enjoyed it.

Pairings: g!p nerd reader x popular girl sophia

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Warning: smut, p in v, sophia!bully, virgin reader, cowgirl, dogstyle, creampie, body worship in the end, aftercare, a lil of fluff, hitting, bullying, mention of blood

a/n: first smut kinda nervous (｡>﹏<｡) few warning this has reader!simp, jerking, and nasty stuff as well i forgot to put it in the warning (my dumb ahh)

You're known for being a nerd in school. The awkward one, the shy one, the 'always at the back' one, and the one who is ignored and nobody..

There is something about you that is kinda of weird.. Your crush is Sophia Laforteza. Yes. The queen bee and... your bully..

It's kinda weird that you still find her hot even though she's bullying everyone including and especially you.

Sophia is known for being the hot bully and everyone's crush. Including those creepy teachers. I mean who wouldn't if she is a literally a goddess, and everytime she looks at you or touches you even a slight brush, you'll immediately get hard and almost struggle every day hiding your bulge.

The next day

You were just going to buy yourself some lunch and eat like normally. Then Sophia and her popular friends Megan and Lara cornered you

"Well, there you are.. I've been looking for you. " she said with that dangerous glint of her eyes.

"What do you want Sophia...?" You said as you tried to bite bark, but you still look weak.

"Oh you know.. Your daily punishment." She said smirking dangerously as her friends giggle

"I didn't even do anything!" You said confused and already wanting to get out of there

"Of course you didn't, you idiot. I just want to see your face all beaten up again. You know.. I lowkey missed it." She said as she blows at her manicured nails while crossing her arms

Shit. That was hot. You feel a slight ache at your crotch as you register what she said. She then calls her 'loyal boys' to drag you into the locker room. They then hold you and one guy punch your face as your glasses scattered to the floor, a crack forming. Then the jock keeps beating you until you all weak and bloody. Bruise and cuts all over your face them blood everywhere. Sophia stopped the jock to take a look of your face. She grabbed your chin and tilt it up to face her

"Hmm.. Not bad boys, you guys actually did your job" she said as she exam your face, all messed up and everything

"We'll leave this to you Sophia. " the jocks winks and leads the other guys to go outside. Including her friends. So it's just you and her in there

You weakly trying to crawl your way up to stand but failed miserably. Not to mention that you are half hard. She pushes you and kicks you then spits on your face

"See you later nerd.." She said almost seductively in your mind even though it's not really seductive more like threat, but you still find it hot. As she leaves you finally had the courage to stand and look at yourself at the mirror. You ignored all the cuts but focuses on her spit on your face. You reach and touch the spit and glide it to your mouth that makes you fully hard. Gosh you're a simp.

You went home and of course started jerking off to her photos again. You pathetic thing.

The next day

You went to Sophia's party since all students are invited anyway then no teachers. It's pretty chaotic, you see people dancing, wild music, random people making out, or rather making love... Then you saw Sophia there all happy an enjoying.. Fuck she's hot. She then notice you standing there and walk up to you

"Oh look, it's the nerd.. Didn't expect you to come here. Still want to get beaten? " she smirks.. That damn smirk

"I have nothing to do anyway..." You said still weak and pathetic as always.. But your eyes drifted to her tits..

"Hey pervert! Eyes are up here" she said crossing her arms to cover her chest. You look away embarrassed.

"Why are you still standing there? Go party and stop gawking at me, you weirdo. " she huffs and rolled her eyes as she storm off. Damn that's the most hottest thing you ever seen

hours later

You were now exploring her mansion and saw some luxury stuff and stuff that causes more than your neighborhood. You were also exploring rooms and went so happens to be Sophia's room. It's elegant with luxury decor and some princess stuff. Then Sophia walks in

"What the fuck are you doing here?! " she said as she caught you

"I-I was just exploring.. Nothing more! " you nervously raise two hands as surrender. She walks towards you madly

"I swear I'm gonna kill you—" She then trips on the carpet and falls on to you. Her sitting and your crotch, her hands on your chest. You're immediately hard once again. It was just you two on the floor.

"W-What's that poking me..? " she nervously said and moves a little. Her core grinding on you. You're fully hard as you heard her moan. She started to grind on to you harder and a little faster

"Sophia.. " you said, Your heart beating so fast, and you leaving heavy breathes on every grind

"Shut up and take it.. " She grinds harder and faster "Ohh shit... " she moans

You keep yourself trying not to cum on to your pants. She removed her bottom wear and everything and you saw her pretty pussy glistening. She moves forward to your face and lowers herself down. Then starts riding your face. You started to lick her and gosh she's so delicious

"Ohh fuck.." Sophia moaned louder and starts riding you faster. "Eat it soo... Well"

You were hungry and savoring for her she then stops and removes your pants and everything exposing your member

"Sophia—" She puts a finger on your mouth

"Hmm.. Is this for me?" She starts to lower herself and rolls her eyes above her head "You're so big.." She starts riding you and damn she's tight as fuck... You can feel everything. And saw everything.. You watching her bouncing on your dick while looking like a literally goddess is turning you on so bad... And that sex'ed up expression. It's all too much

"S-Sophia... It's my first time. " you said, nervously

"Good. Then let me be your first" damn that was hot. She said that while riding you is all too much that you lost control. You grab her hips than you jerk you hips up, thrusting in to her as she moan uncontrollably.

"Ahh... Too fast.. " she said, you then give her one last thrust and burst your seed inside her as she moans loud like it's music to your ears

"Y-You... Came inside.." She said still panting. You're still not satisfied and carried her to her bed and bend her over. Yes. Face down ass up

"Y/N..." She side looking behind her. Looking to you. Of course with that cute ass fuckable face. Then you lose it and thrust into her very hard. Her face buried into the pillow, bed rocking, and slapping wet noise can be heard. Her moans muffled into the pillow and you staring down at her sexy back as you fuck her. She was still sensitive and gosh she felt so tight and right..

"Y-Y/N—" you cut her off

"Shut up and take it. " and she did as you thrust faster and about to burst again. Her sexy ass moans and her body bouncing is too much to handle that you finally came inside her again as she moans louder than you. You collapse beside her still panting.

"Fuck.." She said as her body still shaking with aftershocks and dozed off still inside you. You pull it out and her shaking and voice muffled as you did. You pull the blanket below you guys chin and hugs her from the waist. Her heart started calm yours as well.

Sleeping next to your bully. Your crush. Her party still partying below you. And you can't believe she was your first. You're still pathetic though.

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

─── AU MASTERLIST // ALL AUS // TAGLIST

CONTENT: chris and sunny have sex for the first time // sunny cant see chris and has a nightmare.

• based after this fic but you dont need to have read it !!

WARNINGS: SMUTTTT, arguing (not with Chris), nightmares about kidnapping/being stalked, uh Chris gets into her house without permission?, Chris self deprecating, flirty arguing, making out, dry humping, nick kissing and biting, lots of moaning, fingering, praising - "good girl", mocking/teasing, uh slight dumbification?, virginity loss (p in v), dom chris, possession kink if that's a thing, love confession - becoming an official couple !!

WC: 1.8k

“You’re not seeing him!”

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(this is my first post on here sorry for any mistakes! I’m new to writing so I’m still trying to learn and get better. Credits to @su2kuna for the art.)

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You walked into class late already miserable and tired, Staying up late studying and waking up at the crack of dawn. Usually it wouldn’t be a problem but the short 4 hours of sleep you’ve being getting finally caught up to you. Today hasn’t been great, waking up late threw your whole routine off. Having to take the buss ride to campus since your car was still in the shop. Not having enough time to grab coffee or anything to eat, nothing else could possibly go wrong…right?

So imagine your surprise when you walk into class and see everyone paired up in twos, conversing about the project your professor pulled out of nowhere. Walking to your professors desk with a small smile, hoping that she’d just let you work by yourself. Group projects were always an inconvenience. Having to micromanage people to make sure they do their part. Spending the extra time meeting with whoever you were working with when you could easily finish it faster by yourself. 

You clocked something was off by the look on Mrs. Smith’s face. A smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, like she already felt bad for what was about to come out of her mouth.  

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“Mrs.Smith please literally anyone else but him. I can handle the work load alone you know I can.”

The older woman sighed her lips pressing into a thin line her eyes softening apologetically.

“Sorry hun I can’t allow you to work alone for this one. The board committee made some new rule about the equal amount of points given to students.”

Mrs. Smith clicked her tongue as if she thought it was just as stupid.

Ryomen Sukuna is a name everyone on campus knew. Quite literally the king of his fraternity and star of the basketball team. He was usually in the center of every scandal or rumor. Girls raved about him, he was a certified manhore, arrogant, had an ego the size of Texas. He rarely attended any of his classes and probably paid someone to do his work for him. Otherwise there’s no way he’d be even passing this class. He stood out everywhere he went being 6’5 and 250 pounds of muscle, salmon pink hair and covered in tattoos. In other words a walking red flag. The type of person you would usually stray away from.

With the planning sheet papers in your hand, your eyes scanned the room for your partner. He was easy to find sitting at the back of the class. Black hoodie over his head scrolling on his phone like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Tattoos peeking from the sleeves of his hoodie.

Ignoring the headache that was already forming, you sighed heavily and made your way to where he was sitting. 

“Uhm…excuse me.”

The sound of your voice grabs his attention, whatever on his phone no longer important. His sharp ruby eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. 

Fuck it’s you, wait it’s you? When did you even come in? And why were you talking to him of all people? He doesn’t even realize he’s just staring at you and not saying anything back until you clear your throat awkwardly.

“You need somethin?”

His voice comes out a bit harsher than he would’ve liked it sounded as if he was irritated. Which he was but not at you. Sukuna has always noticed you around campus, well everyone did, it was hard not to. 

You were absolutely gorgeous, the type of pretty that should be on magazine covers. You were smart, getting into college on scholarship, always at the top of your classes. Scoring high on exams that more than half the class failed. You shined in every room you walked in without trying to stand out. 

Sukuna never saw you at party’s nor did he ever see you outside of campus. From his knowledge you don’t have many friends and seem pretty reserved, often sticking to yourself unless necessary. You had your life together and clearly ran a strict program. You ended up scaring most people off apparently. Your friends that you did have told you that before getting to know you they found you intimidating. 

You never understand how you came off as scary or intimidating. Hearing that over and over grew to be frustrating over the course of your life. People often look at you and automatically assume you’re unfriendly because of your reserved nature. Not even taking the chance to get to know you first before sticking the label that you’re unapproachable. You’ve heard from people how pretty you were, yet you never got flirted with at party’s, never gotten your number asked for at bars. Just the girl that listened to all her friends rant about their relationships, Situationships, and everything in between. Sure, you weren’t short or petite being taller than the average man and having a fuller figure. You wanted to experience love and feel the intimacy everybody else claimed was indispensable. Overtime you just stopped caring and went on with your life. Your priorities shifted as you got older and entered college. You were more focused on finishing your courses so you can hurry up and finish medical school to become a doctor. You gave up on the idea of finding someone and being in a relationship. From what you’ve seen from your how your friends relationships and stories from other people, it’s not that great. What’s the point in being with someone if it’s not long term? Getting attached to that person and giving them your time and energy for it to just end abruptly seemed pointless. 

“Since we seem to be the only ones without partners, would you wanna do the project with me?”

Sukuna blinks a couple times, he’s kinda had a crush on you but will never admit that not even to himself. He thinks you’re beautiful sure but that was it. At least that’s what he tells himself. Sukuna prided himself in his looks and athleticism. He usually came up to any girl he felt like and was able to flirt without a care in the world. Yet he never approached you. Mainly because he rarely saw you and the few times he did by chance you were gone in an instant. He rarely showed up to class so why would someone as beautiful and smart as you waste your time with someone like him. In his mind he was light years out of your league.

“Not like I have any other choice.”

He replies his eyes subtly roaming over your face. Crimson eyes taking in your facial features, your glossed lips, coils bobbing with any movement from your head. Your brown skin glowing, fuck you were pretty.

“Cool, we should probably exchange numbers. So we can get in contact with each other.”

You say, oblivious to the way he’s looking at you. He hands you his phone and you put your number in his phone. Sending yourself a text to save his number in your phone later.

“I’m y/n by the way.”

He already knew your name from stalking your instagram page countless of times.

“Sukuna.”

-

It’s been a few hours since that interaction with you and Sukuna hasn’t stop thinking about it. The way your manicured nails typed your number into his phone. The sound of your voice, how your curls bounced as you walked away, the sway of your hips. He couldn’t get you out of his head. Even as he went to practice that day, he couldn’t stop thinking about his parter in biochem.

The steam flowing from the shower fogging up the mirrors, towel low on his hips as he stepped out the bathroom into his room. He changed into some basketball shorts and a black wife beater and slumped on his bed. He stared at your contact name for five whole minutes straight, debating whether to text first. Since when did he put any thought into his texts? His thumbs hovered over his screen before typing something, deleting it and then typing again. Then as if you could sense his inner turmoil.

Y/n| Hey we should probably meet soon to talk about the project, lmk when you’re free.

Sukuna| I have practice but I should be free Wednesday after class

Y/n| Sounds good.

It was short, barely could even be called a conversation, but for some reason as the week went on he found himself counting down the days until he’d see you again. 

The day of the meet up comes up, he made sure to actually show up to class today. His palms are a bit sweaty, he didn’t even know why he of all people was feeling nervous. It was just a simple meet up to discuss the project. So why the hell did he feel so anxious? You probably already thought he was a fat freaking chud who was incompetent. He finds you in a quiet corner tucked away in the library sitting by the window. Your laptop open as you typed something, your pinked themed notebooks open and covered in cute stickers, some type of sugary drink at your side. The sunlight catches your skin and eyes perfectly making you look like something out of a painting. Your curls pulled off your face and into a loose updo, edges swooped. He almost trips over his own two feet at the sight of you. Your eyes meet his and you give a small smile that he could tell was a little forced.

“You showed up.”

You were a little surprised he even came to be honest, he took a seat opposite from you. The chair was honestly too small for him which made him look a little goofy.

“I said I would didn’t I.”

He huffs, shifting in the small chair that creaked under his weight as he tried to find a comfortable position.

“Yea but you didn’t really strike me as the studious and punctual type.”

You tease, flipping through your organized folder to find your planning packet.

“How’s that one saying go? Never judge someone by their looks or something.”

Sukuna shifts again in the chair that he makes look doll size, struggling to not look as stupid. 

“Never judge a book by its cover?”

You corrected lips quirking into a smirk at his interpretation of the saying.

“Same shit.”

“It’s not but if you say so.”

The whole time you’re the main one taking lead in the conversation. You ask him about which parts he feels comfortable to take responsibility for the project. Which he just responds with a shrug telling you whichever parts you don’t want he’ll take. He seems like his mind is somewhere else. He hasn’t stop looking at you since you started talking which makes you think he’s actively listening. 

Whole time Sukuna’s just lost at the sight of you. He’s never had a chance to talk to you like this. Your to busy chatting about genealogy and the evolution of chemistry. He watches the way your eyes light up and you begin to speak a little faster when you talk about a topic that interests you. Sukuna nods along like he understands everything you just spewed out from your mouth.

“Did you hear me?”

“Mhm.”

“I asked you when we should meet up again, we have a good few weeks until we have to turn it in.”

“Oh…I’m free whenever.”

He shrugged nonchalantly as if his schedule wasn’t already packed with basketball practices, weights, party’s, and meetups with his team. But if it meant he could talk to you more he’d find a way to make it work.

“Okay, then Same time next week?”

“Yea that works.”

-

The cold air from the Ac hits Sukuna’s damp skin as he steps inside your apartment. He tosses his keys you lent him in the bowl you had on the nearby table. Kicks his shoes off at the door and neatly puts them beside your own. 

“Babe?”

The place is quiet which isn’t unusual, he can hear the soft music coming from down the hall so he knows your home. If you told Sukuna a year ago that he’d be dating the girl he’s had a crush on since freshman year. He’d probably scoff at you and look at you like you grew two heads. 

You were a bit weary of him at first, I mean who wouldn’t be? From all the things you heard about him you kinda just expected him to be this jockey asshole who would be difficult to work with. However, Sukuna proved you wrong. After the first meeting you two had he went back home and stared at the numerous amount of planning sheets and side notes you wrote on the side in pink pen. Only to realize he had no fuckin clue what he was even looking at. Which led to him asking you to tutor him every now in then. He could’ve asked someone else but part of him just wanted an excuse to see you more than once a week. For some reason unbeknownst to him you agreed. You used to scold him when he seemed like he wasn’t paying attention. ‘Are you even listening Ryo?’ You’d say with that signature glare and tilt of your head. He wasn’t paying attention because he was too busy admiring the way you looked and the sound of your voice explaining equations and chemical formulas. Sukuna was extremely smart when he actually applied himself. Soon enough he fully understood concepts from the modules he previously skipped. Ever since then he’s been taking his academics seriously and started studying, mostly to impress you…Actually only to impress you.

He drops his gym bag down by the side of the couch and   Makes his way to your room. He knows your playlist by heart, so much so that he can recognize Cleo Sol’s voice coming from the crack of your door. You’re sitting at your vanity taking out your flexi rods out of your hair. Pink silk robe tied loosely, your room smells like that sweet vanilla candle you always light at night. The flowers you always insist on getting even though he bought you new flowers every week. Along with a hint of your signature perfume that makes him feel like he’s home. Sunlight streaming through your window, the lighting hitting your face perfectly. He’s leaning on your doorframe, head tilted, just watching for a few seconds.

“Baby.”

You jump a little at the sound of his voice snapping you out of the slight daze you were in. He watches as your eyes flicker up to his, how your facial expression softens at the sight of him.

“You scared me Kuna, how long have you been standing there?”

“Not long.”

He answered, trudging over to where you sitting. He leaned down, his head resting on your shoulder with a heavy sigh, muscular arms snaking around your waist.

“Rough practice?”

Your hands moved from separating your curls to massaging his face, trying to get his face to relax. It was like he had a permanent scowl etched on his face, mostly just because he was stressed.

“Mhm, coach was on my ass and that blue eyed freak was ball hogging the whole fucking time.”

He grumbled turning his face in the crook of your neck peppering kisses along your neck to your face causing you to squirm and giggle.

“Kuna go shower, you’re all musty and stinky.”

You urged pushing his face away causing him to furrow his eyebrows feigning hurt.

“I can’t love on my girl?” 

You rolled your eyes going back to carefully separating the spirals in your hair.

“Not while you’re musty. Go shower baby I promise it’ll make you feel better.”

He groans like he’s irritated mumbling under his breath but the hot steaming water was very enticing after the tough practice he just had. Plus your shower had the perfect water pressure and he was going to use your good shampoo and conditioner despite having his own products for whenever he was over your place which was basically all the time.

“Fine.”

He stalks over to your bathroom, you hear the water turn and an exhale leaves his lips. 

When you made your relationship with Sukuna public it caused shock around campus. To most people it made no sense, your aesthetics and personality’s were complete opposites, how could someone so quiet be with someone so loud? Sukuna thrived in the spotlight, he lived in the bright lights and deafening music. The never ending party’s that started in the dead of night and didn’t end till early morning. The burn of alcohol down his throat, smoke that curled around him temporarily blinding him from his responsibilities and problems. The sorority girls and cheerleaders he ended up in toxic ass relationships with. The screams and chants from the crowd from the stadium, he used to fien for that lifestyle. He chased after it like air because to Sukuna that’s all he ever knew. Since a young age his life has been full of never ending noise, one thing after another, for a long time he avoided the hush of the quiet because it was uncomfortable to him.

Yet when you came into his life, it’s like he put on glasses, yet he can’t tell if everything’s blurry or clear. You showed him that the quiet can be tranquil and comforting, not something to be scared of. Your soft smile and honeyed voice is what gets him through the day. He craves your attention and affection, the love he has for you genuinely scares him sometimes because he’d quite literally kill for you. You’ve got him wrapped around your pretty finger without even realizing it. You’ve taught him so much about himself simply by being who you are and allowing him in your life. He no longer spends his free time at parties his frat brothers hosts, he only goes when he’s required to show up for some event. When he goes he brings you along if you felt like going out that night. He started cutting back on the cigarettes and other stuff he’d normally get from choso. You mentioned how you hated the smell of cigarettes once and he just started to stop. He would occasionally light up a blunt if he was really stressed out but nothing crazy. 

Because you were more to yourself by nature, people often got the misconception that you were either mean, stuck up, or shy. In which none of those cases are true. Sukuna never rushed you when you were speaking, he never forced a conversation or small talk. Sukuna didn’t treat your silence like an obstacle he had to force out of you. Nor did he take your quietness personal. He didn’t treat you based off the stereotypes people would place on you by default. He let you be yourself without feeling like you have to put on a character for somebody else.

Overtime you slowly started showing more parts of yourself to him and he was able to feel a sense of security and peace simply by being in your presence. You started to joke around and be more playful, you shared thoughts you’d normally just keep to yourself. Sukuna remembers the first time you FaceTimed him on your own accord. He answered your call halfway through the first ring, his heart beating in his ears. You were laying down on your stomach in your bed, a pink throw pillow halfway hiding your smile at how fast he answered the phone.

Sukuna steps out of the shower his hair damp, water droplets dripping on his forehead. He changes into some sweatpants and is too tired to bother with a shirt. He makes his way to the kitchen since you weren’t in your room like before. You’re standing at the counter looking like a Disney princess while making him a plate of food you made earlier. You’re still in your pink robe, your hair fluffed out and all bouncy. For someone as big as Sukuna he had the most silent footsteps. He comes up behind you, your back hitting his hard chest. His hands rub up and down your sides occasionally massaging the plush flesh of your ass before settling on your wide hips.

“Feel better?”

You ask softly turning around to face him holding out the plate to him. 

“Mhm.”

He hums looking down at you with half lidded eyes. He takes the plate out of your hands only to set it back down on the counter top. His hands block you in as he continues where he left off showering you with kisses. Within a year you’ve managed to turn the Ryomen Sukuna who picks fights every where he went and partied like no tomorrow into a mushy soft hearted man who is severely in love with his beautiful girlfriend.

He kisses you along your jaw, your cheeks then on your forehead and finally a slow but sweet kiss to your lips. He finally pulled away a little breathless as he looked at you like you hung the moon.

“Missed your pretty face.”

He muttered his calloused hands gently coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“You saw me this morning Ryo.”

“Still too fuckin long.”

The rest of the evening was spent cuddling on the couch engulfed in blankets. You tucked by his side, his arm thrown around your shoulder pulling you closer. Whatever movie you two picked for the night playing on the tv casting light across both of your faces.Rain pattering against the floor to ceiling window like background noise. With you everything seemed to fade in the background, all his problems seemed irrelevant. Being able to come home to you was a blessing he didn’t know what he did to deserve.