ONE MONTH TO WIN YOU OVER
Synopsis: You just wanted to get rid of that unbearable frat boy sticking to your leg like a damn toddler. And in the end, you find yourself in a mess, having to stay and bear him for a whole month. He has to make you fall in love with him.
Chapter 1: One month with the man you despite the most was hell, at least at first. You started to get to know him better, and he wasn't that bad, actually. And it was what scared you the most.
Warnings: enemies to lovers (?), reader is being a bitch, plot with porn, college au, whipped!gojo, begging!gojo, reader takes advantage of gojo.
When you start your first year of college, you didn’t think you’d have that many friends and admirers. Of course, you were pretty, funny, and the whole package. But your college life? It was way too much to ask. You know everyone—even teachers, like Kento Nanami, you were invited to every party—no need to invite yourself like some people, you’re a real prodigy in class, giving you the privilege of having really good grades, but there is a downside. Men. One man. With silver hair. Everyone loves you, but you don’t need to love everyone back. And as the rumors say, you’re untouchable. You never hooked up with one of the guys worshiping you like their goddess. Satoru Gojo is no exception; he’s surely the worst of them. You’re even asking yourself if that guy doesn’t have a folder in his gallery just for your photos to jerk off to it. He’s pushy.
At every party you attend, he’s here. Not really surprising for a frat boy, but the problem is that he’s clinging to you the entire night, and if you manage to escape from his grasp, he’ll return with full force the next day in classes. Because of course you have shared classes, but this loser doesn’t understand anything at any lessons and comes anyway just to see your pretty face—or pretty tits. He’s insufferable. This guy is such a loser in his classes that he had to repeat his first year; that’s the only reason you have to bear him. If only he had passed his year, you could have had a bit of peace. Just a little.
Sometimes, you have to physically restraint you not to throw up at his cheesy attempts to flirt. Like right now, while he’s doing lewd gestures with his hands to mimic his dick in you from his seat, not far from yours. And this stupid shirt “two seater” pointing at his head and dick is the dumbest thing you’ve seen in your life. You turn your head away when he starts whispering your name to get your attention. This jerk doesn’t know when to stop? You were pretty damn clear you didn’t want him with your multiple rejections.
"I don’t need a man like you in my life."
"I prefer eating fucking glass than being with you."
Maybe you just need to slap him to put him back in his place so he finally leaves you alone, but even with that, you’re not sure he’ll stop. Maybe it’ll even turn him on.
If you're honest with yourself, you could have been his pretty girlfriend, totally in love. He has that pretty face that nobody can criticize, a body damn well built that he loves to show off, a gaze that makes everyone fall on their knees for him—but his behavior ruins absolutely all his qualities. What a waste. Why do all boys with potential have a default ruining everything?
When the ringing bells pull you out of your thoughts, you’re quick to pack up your things and get out of the classroom to join your friends. Because even if you do know everyone, you have real friends like Kirara and Hakari—the hot couple of the college. But a calloused hand stops you suddenly before you can go too far, and at hand placement just below your boob, you already know who it was.
"Slow down a little, dollface, I can’t keep up with you." When he gets in front of you, his damn cocky grin plastered on his stupidly good-looking face, you can feel your annoyance rising in a second.
"What do you want this time, Gojo? My number? My Instagram? My TikTok? My fucking email? Well, guess what, I don’t have a phone. Not for you." Your cold tone doesn’t leave room for arguments, and you’re already moving around him to escape this conversation.
"What a meanie…" He whines and follows you like a lost puppy, his hand warily coming up to your nape under your hair—but just like he thought, you slap it away instantly. "Tsk. Stop playing hard to get for once! It’s starting to hurt poor lil’ ol’ me…"
His fake hurt tone makes your eyes roll, while still walking a little faster in the hope to get ride of him. “Good then.” The more your response are short, the quicker he’ll leave you alone.
"Yeah, a meanie. Can anything break through that icy little heart of yours? Or are you really heartless?" His tone is obviously ironic, but his question is half-honest. He really wants a real response in how he could makes you melt under him like all the other girls.
"Yeah, I’m heartless. So let it go, Gojo, that’s best for both of us." You manage to get rid of him by slipping into the women's bathroom as soon as it’s on your way, and you can hear him groan and something like ‘damn woman’.
Tonight, like every night, you agree to go to a party. You were a little hesitant at first because you didn’t wanna see Satoru, but Kirara is way too good at convincing people. So youre drinking from your cup while listening to Yuki complain about a guy who didn’t answer her when she asks him ‘what’s your type in women?’.
But your conversation is quickly cut off by broad shoulders. Of course, it’s Satoru, and he doesn’t pay a glance to the blonde who’s now blocked by his back while he’s facing you, still with that smug smile of his. “Well, look who it is, dollface. Didn’t know you’d be here tonight. Guess fate really wants us together.” Liar. He knew very well you’d be here. “Mind if I stay with you?”
“Since you ask, yes I mi—” Satoru doesn’t even bother letting you finish, sliding his arm around your shoulders as he owns you and guides you away from your friend, who doesn’t seem to mind since she’s already flirting with an emo guy now. She doesn’t waste any time.
“You know, it kinda breaks my heart every time you reject me. But it also makes me want you even more. Weird, huh?” His arm slides down to wrap around your waist now, like he can’t get enough of touching you in every way as soon as he can. But he puts it just high enough for him to slip his hand under your breast like every freaking time. Boy loves tits way too much. And pushing his hand away is useless because he’ll put it back anyway. ”Seriously, what do I have to do to finally win your cold heart?”
“Maybe stop being so damn annoying all the freaking time, and I’ll consider giving you a chance.” Your words only seem to amuse him because his only answer is a laugh while you’re weaving through the waves of bodies. “What’s so funny?” A confused frown is now on your annoyed expression.
“Being annoying is just me being me, baby. You can’t ask me to stop being myself.”
“Well, you can’t ask me to give you a chance then. I don’t want you, just accept it.” This seems to change something in him because his grip on you tightens and his pace quickens suddenly toward the empty kitchen. “Why are we going here, Gojo?” Being in a room so empty with him was absolutely not a plan, but he seems pretty determined to take you there.
He doesn’t answer and just keeps walking. When you’re in the kitchen, he flips you around in a rough movement, making you gasp, and pins your lower back against the kitchen island, and his hands come up to squish your cheeks together—preventing you from talking. “Listen, princess, I can’t fucking keep up with that shit. I’m doing every damn thing to get your attention, but nothing works. I tried to make you laugh, to make you happy, to make you angry, to make you fall in love, but you just keep pushing me away and...and I’m losing my damn mind over you. I’ve never been like that for a girl, okay? I always get what I want and right now I want you so I’ll have you one way or another. You hate me? Then hate me. Do you find me annoying? Then find me fucking annoying, but that’ll never make me let go of you, do you hear me? Never.”
When you barely part your lips to retort, he releases one of your cheeks to cover your mouth. “Did I tell you to open your freaking mouth? Open it only if you want to suck my dick, but I don’t think it was your intention, so shut the hell up. Please.”
His bright blue eyes are literally looking through yours, and he seems to only see you in that moment, looking at you in a weird way he never did before. “I’m going to do something I don’t usually do for girls but I’ll do it for your pretty face ‘cause I want you to the point of not sleeping at night just because I can’t stopping thinking about you, about your damn smile who’s not for me, your little finger twirling around your hair when classes are being boring, I think just about the damn way you talk...that’s driving me mad. So, please, dollface. Please...give me a chance, or at least stop rejecting me the second I came into your view. I’ll be good, I swear...Just your attention, that’s all I’m asking for. I’m begging you, I’ll get on my knees if you want. And if you still hate my guts after? I’ll leave your life. As quick as I came in.”
It was...the last thing you expected. You were expecting him to shout at you, kissing you without waiting for your consent anymore—hell, maybe he hits you. But begging you? It hadn’t even crossed your mind. But you have to admit it’s oddly endearing to see him so pathetically whipped just for a bit of your attention. Taking advantage of it can’t be that bad. “Get on your knees then. Beg me properly to give you my attention. To give you a chance to win my heart. Go on, Satoru.”
He’s on his knees before even thinking, the look on his face even more pathetic. He takes a shaky breath before meeting your gaze with a puppy look. “Please, I’m begging you, princess, I want your attention. I need it. Need it so fucking bad it hurts. I’ll do anything you ask, I’ll treat you like a princess, I’ll even carry your bag when your arms hurt and let you do that girly shit mask on my face that all girls like to do on their man—even if you still don’t want me after.”
That was way too good to see and hear. You could cum just at seeing him so pathetically whipped for you. Who could knows the famous frat boy could be reduce to a pathetic begging mess? He should have neveeer done that because now you’re going to use that in. Every. Single. Way. “I like you better like that.”
You ruffle his hair, then cup his face in your hands just like he did to you before. “You’ll do everything I ask? Will you be a good boy for once in your life, just for me? You’re ready to do that just for my attention?”
His nod was all you needed to see. “Okay then. I’ll give you my attention for a month. A month to win me over.”
His eyes light up, and his hands come up to cover yours, smiling like a kid who just opened his Christmas gifts. “You won’t regret it, dollface, I swear. You’ll be the happiest girl alive.”
At the college, the whispers were just like back in high school. You could feel the stares on you and Satoru from miles away, the ‘how the hell did he manage to pull that girl?’. Not too shocking, you were expecting that kind of reactions just like you expected the lack of guys trying to flirt with you. Everyone thinks you’re dating. If only they knew you were just taking great pleasure in seeing Satoru totally at your feet, they would be even more shocked. You were just playing with him, so you don’t care about the other.
Satoru is being on nine cloud and doesn’t seem to notice the weird stares, only focused on you, but he also doesn’t notice your still cold behavior from time to time. Poor boy is just blindly in love with the girl of his dreams, who was just insulting him and pushing him away since the start of the year, who now accepts his touch and accepts being showered in gifts.
The first week, you still hated him and still tried to avoid him. But eventually, you accepted your fate. As for him, he hadn’t even been bothered by your cold behavior as long as you were by his side, like promised. It was the best thing that had ever happened in his life.
The next week, you started to be literally drowned in expensive gifts and all the attention he gave you. You asked nothing from him, but he gave you everything anyway, and was ready to give you the moon just to finally have a smile from you.
The third week, he clearly couldn’t be away from you just for a minute, and it was just inconceivable to him to keep his hands to himself now that you accepted physical touch.
Now it’s the last week of the month, and the poor boy was even more on his knees for you when all you wanted was to break his little heart so he could finally let go of you. You were hoping that if he hated you enough, he’d let go of the idea of winning you over.
Right now, he’s talking about stupid anecdotes that you were only half-listening to, too busy texting Utahime. You only pick up a few words, like Sukuna having thrown a chair at some boy at a frat party. He doesn’t seem to see the way you don’t give a shit. Good, let him think you were falling for him.
You look up a second from your phone toward him, and it’s enough for your eyes to catch his happy trail showing because of his shirt being lifted up from his position, arms behind his head.
You can clearly see the deep V forming above his Calvin Klein boxers. Since when is he so attractive? Spending too much time with him is starting to make you lose your damn mind. Your pussy has never been so slutty and traitorous before. What the hell is happening to you?
You force your eyes to look back down at your screen before he can see you checking him out like a whore in desperate need of his dick.
“But you know what’s worst, baby girl? He fucking blocked me! Just because I said his dick was smaller than mine—not that big of a deal, right? Everybody knows my cock’s the best of the campus, so why start crying about—”
You cut him off before he can continue his boring stories, putting your phone down and leaning on the table between you. “I need another croissant.”
No need to tell him twice, he’s jumping to his feet. “Right now, Milady.” And just like that, he’s gone to buy you another croissant from the coffee shop you are in. He’s so desperate to keep you that it’s starting to make you feel a little guilty to use him. Just a tiny bit.
Satoru is back with a big smile on his face, just happy to make you happy. “Got your croissant, princess.” He hands you the food, but just as you try to take it, he backs away, his smile turning into that stupid cocky grin. “But I’ll give it to you only if you’re nice enough to help me study for my next test. ‘Cause if I don’t pass it, I will, without a doubt, either have to repeat my already repeated first year of college or get expelled.”
His request takes you off guard, because since when do Satoru Gojo cares about that? But honestly, you prefer that request than the one before that month, who were just about getting in your pants. “Yeah, okay. At the library—”
“My place. I can’t study at the damn boring library with all those nerds. Finish that croissant, and we’ll go, sweetheart.” He doesn’t let you time to argue, shoving the croissant in your parted lips, making you frown in annoyance while chewing. But you don’t complain and eat while having to listen to another one of his stories.
It’s been maybe one hour now that you’re explaining a whole chapter of biology to him, sitting on his office chair while he sits on an ottoman that brings him up to the height of your knees, where the textbook is resting. His house his huge, like rich huge. But it doesn’t surprise you, considering his family’s money.
You look up from the book to make sure he is listening, and sigh heavily when you see him looking down at the book at the same moment to hide the fact that he was looking at you instead and wasn’t listening to a word. “Satoru.” Your voice is stern, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Mmh?” He gives you an innocent glance, tilting his head like a curious puppy. It shouldn’t have an effect on you, but his cute expression makes you smile despite yourself.
“If you’re not listening to me, you won’t pass that test, and you’ll come crying in my arms.” The chair cracks slightly when you lean back, crossing your arms under your chest, and that makes him look down at your breast now push out.
His cute smile turns into a flirty grin, leaning forward, throwing the book away to put his arms on your lap instead. “Maybe that’s what I want since the start of this stupid study session.” One of his finger slide up and down your thigh, his gaze fixed on yours. “Maybe I want you to squeeze my face in those perfect tits.”
That makes you choke on air and widen your eyes before your hand smacks the back of his head, who falls directly on your lap with a little whine from him, his hand coming up to rub the zone you smack. “Still such a meanie to me when I’m being so cute…”
You don’t even react to his sad pout, too busy trying to hold back the heat pooling from your pussy at just the sight of his face buried in your thighs, way too close for your liking. That guy is going to be the death of you. You’re supposed to just play him, not being turned on just by the sight of his face close to your cunt, being too slutty lately around him.
Wait...actually, fucking him could be good. Or maybe just a way to start falling in love. But when you see his face lift up with that stupidly cute pout, you don’t think. You lean down, take his face in your hands, and press your lips to his.
Satoru stays still for maybe a second before kissing you back like a starved man—because he is, clearly. He’s been literally jerking off to just thinking about your lips on his for almost a year now, so of course, he’s going to kiss you as his life depends on it.
Without breaking the kiss, he gets up while lifting you up too, and making you step back until you fall on the bed with him following just after. “Fuck..you can’t even know all the time I toughs about that…”
A shiver runs down your spine when his hands slide under your shirt to palm your tits through your bra while his mouth traces a path from your mouth to your jaw, where he nips hard enough to make you gasp.
It was stupid and completely fucked up for you to fuck him when you were gonna break his heart by the end of the week—in two days.
But you couldn’t stop yourself, you needed that, needed him. So when he groans in frustration because of your clothes bothering him, you don’t waste any time taking off your top and throwing it away without a second thought. You then take his hair in your hands and crash his mouth on yours again hungrily, making him whine.
Oh, how you love a vocal man.
He doesn’t waste any time undoing your bra in one smooth movement. When your tits are finally in his sight after months of dreaming about it, he looks at them in pure admiration before leaning down and sucking on one of your hard nipples while he palms your over breast, groaning when he hears your soft moan.
He was way too good at it, your hands clenching around his hair when his teeth tease your sensitive other nipple, before coming up again to place a quick kiss on your lips.
Your hips go up just enough so your dripping cunt can rub against his bulge. “F—fuck..Satoru, just fuck me...please.” You never thought you’d be begging the guy you used to despise so much. But here you are, grinding against him like a needy slut, asking to be fucked.
His hands slide down until they reach your waistband, tearing your pants and panties roughly, then he backs away just to be able to take off his own clothes too. You shamelessly check him out from his broad shoulders to his dick already hard to the point of aching and leaking, biting your lips to hold back a needy whimper that’ll make you seem damn too pathetic.
You don’t have time to look at him longer because he’s already on you again, pining your knees to your chest and sliding his cock between your wet folds, a needy whimper escaping him. He’s already lining himself up with your entrance, far too eager to feel your warm walls, and when he pushes himself in, you both let out a moan. He doesn’t waste a damn second before driving his cock inside you mercilessly, making you gasp. “You’re so perfect...I think I’m—fuck—gonna cum already…”
He’s pounding into you like an animal now, chasing both of your release as his forehead rests on yours while he mumbles praises, telling you how good you take it, how much he loves that pussy. When he feels your walls squeeze him and flutter, he smirks and lifts up his head to look at your flushed face. “You close, babe?”
You nod with a whine, feeling you lose control quickly under his hard thrusts. “Don’t fucking stop…”
He starts driving his cock into you even deeper, hitting your sweet spot every damn time, feeling close too as his head falls back into your neck to bite it.
After one particularly hard thrust, your orgasm hits you, nails scratching his back while your head tips back. Tears well up in your eyes from how good he’s fucking you. And he only lasts a second more, balls tightening as he bites even harder on your neck to hold back his desperate whine when hot spurts of cum start filling you up.
He slows down his thrust, legs weaker as your pussy milks his dick. “So good—fuck—so perfect, baby…” He can’t stop his praises, wanting to make sure you know how much he loves you.
You stay pressed against each other, him kissing you all over your face and neck until you eventually fall asleep.
You messed up. You don’t love Satoru Gojo. This fuck was just a one-time thing. You passed your entire night after that one thinking about how good he fucked you, how his face was buried between your tits, how he was squeezing you tightly to make sure you were still there. You were starting to get too used to him, even starting to love him despite your main goal who was to break his heart enough to make him hate you and finally let go. It needs to end. You need to go back to your plan.
And even if it starts to break your own heart to see his happy expression when he walks toward you, where you ask to meet him, in front of your coffee shop, not so yours anymore. Just a coffee shop you’ll avoid after that. Even if it hurts you more than you tough it will, you’re going to do it.
“It’s been a month. Today. I still don’t want you. So now, leave my life for good and don’t bother me anymore.” You’re back to your coldness toward him, heartless like he told you back then, before you start this shitty plan. You stay emotionless even when his expression falls, even when your heart aches.
“What—you..you can’t be serious, baby? Come on, don’t do this to me. You can’t!” He’s desperate now, his hands reaching to you in hope to stop you before you can disappear from his life as his vision starts to blur because of his tears welling up in his eyes.
But it’s too late, you’re already leaving before he could see your cold facade cracks.
You don’t love Satoru Gojo. Even if it hurts to say it now.
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