RIIING RIIING RIIING . . . Mitsuki's calling!

declined! voicemail incoming!

"Yo, yo, yo! it's Mitsuki! 24. she/her. guess you're busy or whatever. call me back?"

*beeeeep.*

You say you don’t like him. So why are you riding him like that? Part two.

Nerd!Gojo x Mean Girl!Reader 💌 reader finally finishes first, public sex (library), mean!Reader, whiny!Gojo, orgasm denial, poor Suguru just wanted a book.

🗣: So sorry I took so long to post... I feel so woozy now! I hope this was more than okay considering the fact I fell down the stairs last month and could barely move.

“But please... You have to be more quiet this time.”

You say it right in his ear, low and threatening, your hand curled into the front of his button up like you’ll tear it open if he disobeys. Again. Gojo nods so fast it makes his glasses slip down his nose. Poor thing’s already panting, knees spread, cock twitching and glossy just from how wet you are.

He’s been hard for about twenty minutes. You’ve been teasing him since he found you back here—slid your fingers between your thighs during his little lecture about the Dewey Decimal System and waited for his voice to crack. Made him sit. Made him watch. And now?

“So stupid,” you murmur, nails digging into his collarbone. “You get like this the second you get inside me. You came in your pants last week from a kiss. A kiss, Satoru.”

“I—It wasn’t just—fuck, please move,” he gasps, eyes squeezed shut behind his fogged-up lenses. “You’re being—”

“Mean?” You tilt your head. “Oh, baby. I’m just getting started.”

You grind down, just once, and Gojo bucks. A soft moan slips out before he slaps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide and panicked.

You clench around him on purpose.

His whole body shudders.

“I said quiet,” you hiss. “You get nothing if you can’t shut the fuck up.”

He nods behind his hand. You start to move.

Slow. Controlled. Cruel.

Your thighs flex as you bounce just enough to make him twitch, enough to feel every ridge and vein as he throbs helplessly inside you. You’re so fucking warm, dripping down his cock, your slick soaking his lap. Gojo looks like he’s about to cry. His hands grip the back of the chair like a lifeline. He keeps trying to hold eye contact—keeps trying to be brave—but every time you clench, he folds.

You fuck yourself on him. Use him like he’s not even real. Ride him for your own pleasure, dragging your clit along his pelvis until your breath gets shallow and your hands start to shake. He’s whimpering under you, sweat dripping down his neck, and you can feel it—

He’s close... AGAIN.

He’s so close. You can tell by the way his hips start twitching, the way his mouth drops open, the soft, breathless, “M’gonna—fuck, m’gonna cum, can I—please?”

“No,” you breathe, fucking yourself harder. “No, you fucking can’t. I'm the one who has to cum. Not you.”

His voice breaks. His whole body convulses—thighs trembling, cock pulsing—but you lift off him just in time, clenching around nothing as you cum with a gasp and a moan, grinding against his stomach like you own him. Nothing screamworthy... he’s really nothing more than a toy you play with when you're bored.

Gojo whines. Softly. Brokenly. And you swear to God...

His cock is flushed, twitching, soaked in your slick. He’s staring at you with a dazed look like he doesn’t understand what just happened. Like he was so sure this time he’d get to cum with you.

You reach down and pat it.

“Aww,” you coo. “You look so full. It hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Y-Yeah,” he whispers, glassy eyed.

“Good. Cum somewhere else at a different time.”

You start smoothing your skirt down. Not even looking at him.

And that’s when you hear it. A cough. A fucking cough behind you.

You turn your head slowly and—

Suguru.

Leaning against the shelf with a textbook under one arm and the most unbothered look you’ve ever seen on a human being.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he says, dry. “I was just looking for Biochem 220.”

Gojo lets out a noise so high and shocked it almost doesn’t sound human.

You just blink.

Then you tilt your head, brush your hair behind your ear, and say sweetly:

“He didn’t even cum again, so it doesn’t count.”

Suguru laughs.

“Loser...” he says, and walks off.

Gojo curls in on himself, face redder than a stop sign. You wish you could feel bad for pathetic men like him.

“Better luck next time, ‘Toru.”

more nerd gojo !!!

I will post it probably today or tomorrow!! I just posted my AU and didn't know whether or not to add onto it so there's that! :') Hope you enjoy it though!!

“I’m not mad! :) just disappointed.”

Business Major!Yuki Fully living her hot girl era. She’s a sugarbaby (no one knows), but she’s also getting that degree because she wants to build an empire. Always on her phone during class, but somehow gets A's. Buys her group project teammates coffee and then does nothing. Her men pay her tuition and buy her macbooks. Emotionally unavailable, devastatingly hot, has a calendar for which man she sees on which day on her pin board.

“He’s not my boyfriend! He’s an investor!”

Engineering Major!Toji He’s quiet in class, always wears a hoodie, sits in the back row—everyone assumes he’s dumb or barely scraping by. But he’s crazy smart and has perfect grades. Lowkey comes from old money but refuses to use it and even admit it. Works out between classes, eats protein bars like they're a full meal. Used to hook up with Mean Girl!Reader. Hates group projects, never goes out unless it’s to beat someone up or fix up his car. Shoko is the only one who knows he’s not a total asshole.

“You talk too much. The answer’s C. Now shut up.”

Ta!Suguru He acts like he’s composed and elegant and “above the drama” but he’s absolutely not. Smokes in the staff bathroom. Runs the class, everyone worships him, started TA’ing because he was bored. Leeps getting in trouble with admin but somehow always gets out of it.

“It’s called charisma. You wouldn’t get it.”

Nerd!Gojo Top of the class, bottom of the social ladder. Raises his hand to correct the professor. Gets into reddit arguments for fun. Never wears the same glasses twice. Has a superiority complex AND an inferiority complex. Runs a Starwars and Sonic meme page. Takes selfies of him studying. Friends/close friends with no one, except Suguru (and even then that’s complicated).

“I color coded my notes by timeline era… see, the yellow ones are clone wars era but non canon adjacent—”

Medical Student!Shoko She’s top of her class and couldn’t care less. Sarcastic, sleep deprived, always at the hospital or in bed. Shows up to parties in scrubs and drinks straight vodka. Fixes your wounds after bar fights, but roasts you while she does it. Doesn’t gossip but knows everything.Kkind of scary but also your safe space.

“You’re not dying. Probably...”

Stoner!Choso He wears the same hoodie every day. Smells like weed and bergamot. Studies painting and sculpture but never shows anyone his work. Writes poetry at 3am while listening to hello kitty in the background. Very gentle. Has like 4 piercings and an eyebrow slit. You think he’s dumb, but he’s just tired. Only talks to Haibara and sometimes you.

“I watch you comb your hair and brush your teeth. I watch you talk on the phone and I watch you sleep.”

Professor!Nanami The only real adult in the room. Runs a tight syllabus, grades harshly, but secretly loves when students try. Drinks espresso with two sugars and cries in his office. Once caught Ta!Suguru vaping in class and nearly lost his mind. Secretly funds the debate club. Unironically wears a wristwatch.

“I gave you a D because your thesis was weak. Not because I hate you. Although...”

Professor!Sukuna The man the administration can’t fire — mostly because half the alumni donations come from people still obsessed with him. Teaches ancient civilizations / mythology / power & belief systems, lectures like he’s preaching, and somehow makes every student feel like the villain in his story. Sharp suits, sharper tongue. His office smells like sandalwood and danger. Calls attendance just to say your name slow. He’s infamous for assigning “interpretive essays” that sound academic but are really psychological warfare. Once told a student their thesis lacked “blood.” The department board’s scared of him but he brings in record enrollment every semester. Rumored to have been married once... no one’s brave enough to ask what happened.

“Sit up straight, you’re in the presence of history.”

Law Student!Utahime Constantly angry. Hates Gojo. Hates men. Hates being perceived. Top of her class but fights with the professors... one in particular constantly. Gives intense eye contact during presentations and WILL glare at you if you talk over her. Probably has a crush on someone and doesn’t know it. Never goes to parties. Except that ONE time. And everyone’s still talking about it.

“Don’t touch me, I’m studying.”

Mean Girl!Reader No one knows what you major in. You just appear. Your makeup is always perfect. You and Mei Mei coordinate outfits via facetime. You’ve never swiped your own ID card once. Some professors are scared of you (not professor Nanami). You were mean in high school and you're still mean in college. Terrorizing the quad one outfit at a time. You probably have a sugar daddy and also blackmail material on the dean and on literally everyone else.

“Don’t talk to me unless you’ve got something important to say or at least a Starbucks for me in your hand.”

Mean Girl!Mei Mei Your partner in crime. She’s got connections, money, power. You two don’t run the college you own it, like everyone knows who you are. Never caught, always ahead. She has a personal trainer and a personal lawyer and there's a rumor going on that her and her lawyer made a grown man cry during a court trial. Her wallet costs more than your tuition. Her heels click and clack, echos like a threat.

“You’re cute... like a clearance rack.”

Frat Boy!Naoya He’s president of a frat that should’ve been disbanded five years ago. Always shirtless. Always reeks of versace eros and protein powder. Hits on literally every girl and calls it “networking.” Thinks women belong in the kitchen but still begs you and Gojo for notes (you obviously don't give him it and Gojo doesn't associate himself with misogynists). The kind of guy who drinks from a red solo cup at 9am. He definitely cheated on his Poli Sci final and blames feminism for his grade.

“It’s not misogyny, it’s biology.”

Adding onto that...

Literally the most hated man on campus. Even the other frats are like “yeah we don’t claim him.” Constantly beefing with Law Student!Utahime. Got punched by her once. Got kicked out of your dorm building. Somehow still coasting through life on vibes and generational wealth.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it when I called you baby.”

The relationships with them.

Close(ish) allies/Besties.

Mean Girl!Mei Mei – your ride or die. Your outfits sync, you share power, secrets, sugar daddies, and hitlists. Tou two host parties, private brunches and plan takedowns with iced coffees in hand.

“I already leaked his texts, now you just have to look sad on Insta.”

psychmajor!haibara – he’s suspiciously sweet. You act like you only keep him around to “decode” people, but truth is… he’s got dirt on you. And you’ve got dirt on him. Mutual respect. He smiles too much for your taste but you’d go feral if anyone messed with him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute. Now tell me what she really meant when she said she’s fine.”

Law Student!Utahime – frenemies? She hates you (allegedly), you bully her (with love?), but you two walk out of debate class like a power couple in denial. She roasts you, you threaten to leak her old cosplay pics. It’s balanced.

“I swear I’m gonna stab you with a highlighter—wait what lipliner is that?”

Complicated flirtations/Enemies with benefits.

Stoner!Choso – it’s not anything. But it’s also definitely something. You call him “loser” and he lets you. You make fun of his piercings and then ask if he wants to smoke. He sees you clearer than he lets on. Probably has sketches of you hidden under his mattress.

“You’re annoying” / “You're in my bed.”

Ta!Suguru – he should be off limits. He’s faculty. But you both ignore that. he flirts in passive aggressive grading notes, you show up to class in suspiciously short skirts. Nobody talks about what’s going on… but everybody knows.

“If you’re going to turn in something that lazy, at least do it with your usual flair.”

Engineering Major!Toji – ex situationship that still gets messy. Hot, emotionally void, grumpy. You argue in parking lots and then hook up in the backseat of his car. It’s never over, never really starts either. Shoko sighs every time you mention him.

“You’re still mad about that?” / “You called me a spoiled brat during what? You giving me head?”

Nerd!Gojo – absolutely not your type. And yet. somehow you’re in his room at 1am while he explains star wars lore and you’re wearing his sweatshirt and pretending not to be into it. You’d rather die than admit anything. He brags to Suguru about you.

“Shut up, gojo.” / “But you’re smiliinnnggg!”

Blackmail targets/Power leverage.

Frat Boy!Naoya – you have so much dirt on him. You keep the receipts like trophies. He flirts, you threaten, it’s a game to him but war to you. He once posted a thirst trap and you replied with a picture of him sobbing freshman year... thank god for the new TikTok update.

“Careful, Naoya. Your entire existence is one google drive away from getting socially killed.”

Business Major!Yuki – mutual secrecy. You both pretend not to know about each other’s sugar arrangements. Passive aggressive compliments in the hallway. You know she’s got skeletons, and she knows you do to. Alliances formed in stilettos and love.

“Cute purse. Your sponsor buy that?” / “At least mine isn’t in his midlife crisis.”

Professor!Sukuna – you and him understand each other too well. It’s not flirting, it’s control. He’s the only one who talks to you like you’re his equal, and that’s exactly what makes him dangerous. You’ve both got secrets sharp enough to draw blood, and you take turns pressing them to each other’s throats. He calls it “mutual respect.” You call it what it is — leverage.

“You’ll come to me when it matters. They always do.” / “Keep dreaming, I only crawl when it’s worth it.”

Your soft spots.

Medical Student!Shoko – you act like she’s just your trauma nurse, but she’s your comfort person. She’ll patch you up and call you a dumbass, but she also lends you her hoodie when you’re crying in the quad. You only cry around her.

“You’re fine. But I brought ice cream anyway.”

Professor!Nanami – you’d never admit it, but you actually respect him. He doesn’t fall for your charm, grades you like he hates you, but you keep taking his classes. Probably reminds you of stability or your dad or something. You have dreams about him.

📞 Incoming fics:

1️⃣ RIIING RIIING – fic #1 is calling your attention!

Who’s in it: Nerd!Gojo x Mean Girl!Reader.

Rating: Explicit / NSFW.

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2️⃣ beep beep – fic #2 just left a voicemail:

Who’s in it: Nerd!Gojo x Mean Girl!Reader.

Rating: Explicit / NSFW.

Status: 2/2

Link: here.

3️⃣ Yo, yo, yo! – fic #3 sliding into your notifications:

Who’s in it: Stoner!Choso, Nerd!Gojo, Pysch Major!Haibara, Mean Girl!Mei Mei, Frat Boy!Naoya, Professor!Nanami, Medical Student!Shoko, Ta!Suguru, Engineering Major!Toji, Law Student!Utahime, and Business Major!Yuki x Mean Girl!Reader

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4️⃣ RIIING – fic #4 wants attention:

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5️⃣ beeeeeep – fic #5 left a cute little voicemail:

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You say you don’t like him. So why are you riding him like that?

Nerd!Gojo x Mean Girl!Reader 💌 public sex (library), lots of teasing & denial, he's a little subby, you're a little evil, maybe a part 2 where you get caught by ta!suguru from my au.

“You’re disgusting.”

You say it while sinking down on his cock, slowly, like you're savoring it.

Gojo’s glasses are fogged up, his mouth open and flushed and a little stunned—because you’re so warm, so tight, so fucking mean even with your pussy wrapped around him. His fingers grip the edge of the desk to try and stay grounded. You’re still fully dressed, skirt hitched up and panties shoved to the side. He’s got his slacks around his ankles and his shirt unbuttoned, the stupid little red pen still clipped to his collar.

Nerd.

“You—fuck—but you said—” he chokes, head thumping back against the shelves. You bounce once. Hard. His voice breaks.

“I said you’re disgusting,” you snap, grinding down slow just to feel him twitch. “And annoying. And ugly.”

He moans as if you were telling him he’s perfect. Quite the opposite.

“But you’re so—fucking—tight—” he whines, hips twitching up into you. “Nngh—you’re clenching so much—!”

“That’s your problem,” you bite, hand wrapped around his throat—not enough to choke him, not really, just enough to make him look up at you. Make him see your gloss smeared lips and your fucked out gaze.

You ride him faster. The slap of your ass against his thighs echoes between the library shelves. Your breath stutters but you don’t stop—not when his hands tremble, not when his glasses slip down his nose, not even when he whimpers, “C-could you just admit you like me?”

“No.” Your voice is sharp, shaky. You’re close. You’re pissed. “I don’t even like you. I hate you. I fucking—hate—”

You clench around him on every word. He cries out—high, breathy, overwhelmed.

He’s gonna cum first. Again.

“Oh my god, you’re literally such a loser,” you pant, leaning in close. Your forehead brushes his. “Can’t even hold it in when I talk shit to you, huh? Ew- don't tell me you're into that shit.”

He nods. Fast. Desperate. “I’m—I’m sorry—” Pathetic.

You smile.

“Don’t apologize,” you whisper, licking into his mouth. “Cum in me, 'Toru.”

He does.

Loud. Shaking. Hips bucking up into you like he’s never been touched before. And that loser probably hasn't.

And when he comes down, twitching thighs and cum leaking out while he blinks up at you like he’s in love, you just tilt your head and sigh.

“…Gross..”

But you don’t move.

Not until you cum too.