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Bully Gojo x Fem Reader

Prologue: Satoru Gojo was a pain from the moment you transferred to Jujutsu Tech—teasing, mocking, and getting under your skin. You hated him, and couldn’t figure out why he had it out for you. But everyone knows there's a thin line between love and hate.

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The sound of hallway chatter fades into the background as I walk down the corridor, my headphones blasting music. Nothing beats tuning out the world—it’s the closest thing to peace I get these days. But, of course, peace is always fleeting at a school with Satoru Gojo. Before I can even process what’s happening, I’m shoved hard, my body hitting the floor with a thud. My headphones fly off my head, skidding across the hallway tiles. I barely catch myself with my hands before my face smashes into the ground.

A string of curses escapes under my breath as I whip my head around, and there he is. Satoru Gojo, the bane of my existence, standing over me with that signature cocky grin plastered across his stupidly perfect face.

“Y/n, you crying?” he teases, his tone laced with mockery.

The words are a cruel echo of my first day here, back when I was still a sophomore. He’d dumped a carton of milk on my head in front of everyone, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. “What’s wrong, new girl? You crying?” he’d sneered back then, not even bothering to learn my name first.

My jaw tightens as the memory burns in my mind. I scowl up at him, anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Fuck off,” I snap, my voice low and venomous.

Gojo’s grin only widens, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Tsk, such a smart mouth. I bet I could put it to good use.” He wiggles his eyebrows, the innuendo in his tone making my stomach churn with disgust.

“You’re fucking gross, Gojo,” I bite back, glaring at him as I push myself off the floor. I ignore the hand he offers, refusing to give him the satisfaction. Dusting myself off, I grab my headphones, trying to shake off the humiliation.

“You wound me,” he drawls, placing a hand over his chest as if I’d actually hurt him. His voice is mocking, but there’s a flicker of something else in his eyes.

“Get a life,” I mutter, turning on my heel to walk away. But I can feel his gaze burning into my back, the weight of his presence refusing to let me go. I clench my fists, determined not to let him win, even as my heart pounds with a mix of frustration and something I don’t want to name.

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After arriving at the classroom, I slip into my seat at the back with a heavy sigh. But before I can put my headphones back on, the teacher’s booming voice stops me.

“Great,” I mutter under my breath, draping the headphones around my neck instead. 

Fifteen minutes into the lecture, the doors fling open, and in strolls Gojo, looking like he owns the place—which, technically, he does. The teacher doesn’t even glance his way, let alone reprimand him. It’s no secret that Gojo’s family is filthy rich, and his father’s ownership of the school gives him a free pass for practically anything.

Gojo flops into the seat next to mine, shooting me a brief, unreadable glance before pulling out his phone and slouching back in his chair. I roll my eyes and try to refocus on the teacher’s droning voice.

A low whistle escapes Gojo’s lips, making my irritation spike. Then, as if determined to test my patience, he drags his chair closer to mine.

“I didn’t know you were hiding such a hot body under that uniform, baby,” he says, his tone a mix of mockery and something else—curiosity, maybe.

I whip my head toward him, brows furrowed in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”

His lips curl into a smirk as he slides his phone toward me. I hesitate for a moment before glancing down, my stomach dropping the second I see the screen. It’s a picture of me from the summer, wearing a bikini at the beach.

I roll my eyes and shove the phone back at him. “How’d you even find my Instagram?”

Gojo snatches the phone, his smirk widening. “Didn’t realize you were such a whore,” he says casually, the possessiveness in his voice barely masked.

My eyes narrow as anger bubbles up. “What?” I ask, though I heard him loud and clear. I just want to see if he has the guts to say it again.

“You heard me, whore.” He leans back in his chair, his expression dripping with condescension. “You’re practically begging for attention with that post.”

I clench my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. “What I post on my Instagram is none of your business,” I snap, my voice sharp enough to cut through his smugness.

Gojo’s smirk falters, but only for a second. “It is when you’re flaunting yourself for every loser to drool over,” he mutters, his tone darker now, tinged with something unsettling.

“Jealous, Gojo?” I fire back, meeting his gaze head-on.

His eyes narrow, and for a moment, the air between us feels charged, heavy with something unspoken. “You wish,” he finally replies, his voice low but laced with irritation.

I scoff and turn back to the front of the classroom, trying to ignore the heat of his stare still lingering on me.

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The rest of the lecture drags on, but I can feel Gojo’s eyes burning holes into the side of my head. My fingers tighten around my pen as I focus on jotting down notes, determined not to give him the satisfaction of reacting again.

When the bell finally rings, I gather my stuff quickly, hoping to escape before he can say anything else. But, of course, Gojo’s quicker.

“Wait up, Y/n.” His voice is smooth, almost teasing, as he falls into step beside me.

I don’t bother slowing down. “Don’t you have someone else to bother?”

He chuckles, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Why would I? You’re way more fun.”

I roll my eyes, clutching my notebook tighter. “Yeah, well, I don’t have time for your bullshit, Gojo.”

��Harsh,” he drawls, tilting his head to look at me. “You wound me, baby.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Why? You don’t like it?” His smirk is infuriatingly persistent.

I stop abruptly, turning to face him. “No, I don’t. In fact, I don’t like anything about you.”

He takes a step closer, his towering height forcing me to crane my neck slightly to hold his gaze. “Is that so?” he murmurs, his voice low and almost daring.

My heart pounds, but I refuse to back down. “Yeah, it is.”

For a moment, we just stare at each other, the hallway around us emptying as students head to their next classes. Then, Gojo leans in slightly, his smirk softening into something more dangerous.

“You know,” he says, his tone quieter now, “you’re a terrible liar, Y/n.”

My breath catches, but I quickly mask it with a scoff. “Get over yourself, Gojo.” I turn on my heel and walk away, ignoring the way my pulse races.

But even as I disappear into the next hallway, I can feel his eyes on me, like a thread tugging at something I don’t want to acknowledge. 

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I make it to my locker, finally free of Gojo’s relentless teasing. As I spin the combination, a voice to my left pulls my attention.

“Hey, Y/n,” says a guy from my English class—Kenji, I think. He leans casually against the locker next to mine, flashing me an easy smile. “I was wondering if you’d want to grab coffee after school sometime. You know, to study or something.”

I blink in surprise, not expecting the sudden invitation. “Uh, coffee?” I ask, trying to buy time while I process the offer.

“Yeah,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, you’re always killing it in class, so I figured I could learn a thing or two from you.”

Before I can respond, a familiar voice cuts in, cold and sharp. “Wow, Kenji. Really scraping the bottom of the barrel, huh?”

I don’t have to look to know who it is. Satoru Gojo strolls up, hands in his pockets, his smirk somehow even more insufferable than usual.

Kenji’s expression hardens, but he holds his ground. “What’s your problem, Gojo?”

“Problem?” Gojo chuckles, his gaze flicking to me before returning to Kenji. “No problem. Just giving you a heads-up. Y/n’s not exactly the studious type, if you catch my drift.”

My fists clench at my sides, my blood boiling. “Shut up, Gojo,” I snap, stepping between them.

He leans in slightly, his smirk darkening. “Just looking out for you, baby,” he says, his voice low enough that only I can hear.

I shove him back, my eyes blazing. “I don’t need your protection. You’re not my keeper, so stay the hell out of my business.”

Kenji glances between us, clearly confused but not wanting to get involved. “Uh, I’ll catch you later, Y/n,” he says awkwardly before walking off.

Gojo watches him leave, his jaw tight, shoulders tense. Then he turns back to me, his usual smugness replaced by something far more serious. “You’re not going on that date,” he says, his voice low but firm.

I snort, crossing my arms. “Since when do you get to decide what I do? Newsflash, Gojo—you don’t.”

His icy blue eyes narrow, and the tension radiating from him is almost suffocating. “I’m serious, Y/n. You’re not going.”

“And I’m serious too,” I snap, stepping closer, my own anger rising to match his. “You don’t control me. You don’t even like me, so why the hell do you care?”

His jaw ticks, and he takes a step forward, closing the space between us. “Because I said so,” he growls, his voice sharp and possessive. “That guy doesn’t get to have you.”

I laugh bitterly, shaking my head. “Oh, please. You’re insane. I’ll hang out with whoever I damn well want—”

Before I can finish, Gojo’s hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist. His grip is firm but not painful, his fingers curling around my skin like an unbreakable chain. “Enough,” he mutters, his voice cold and clipped.

“What the hell—” I start, but he’s already moving, pulling me down the hallway with a determined stride.

“Let me go, Gojo!” I hiss, struggling against his grip, but he doesn’t loosen it. Instead, he yanks open the door to an empty classroom and drags me inside, slamming the door shut behind us.

He finally lets go of my wrist but steps in close, his towering presence blocking any chance of escape. His eyes are stormy, the usual playful glint replaced by something much darker, more possessive.

With a fiery rage burning in his eyes, he locks the door and strides towards me, his steps echoing off the walls. My heart races with a mixture of fear and excitement as I stand my ground, refusing to back down. But as he gets closer, I find myself frozen in place, unable to move as he towers over me.

"Don't you fucking get it, Y/n? You're mine," he growls, his voice low and menacing.

My breath hitches in my throat as his hand grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him. My mind goes blank as I stare into his intense gaze, feeling completely under his control.

A small whimper escapes my lips as he leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from mine. "No the fuck I'm not," I manage to say, though my words lack their usual defiance.

He laughs darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "You and I both know you belong to me."

Before I can respond, his mouth crashes down on mine in a desperate kiss. His lips are rough and demanding against mine as if he's trying to consume every part of me. Our teeth clash together and our bodies press against each other in a primal dance of dominance. 

His tongue traces the seam of my trembling lips, silently demanding permission with each slow, deliberate stroke. I feel his hot breath on my skin and the raw hunger in his eyes, sending shivers down my spine as I realize I am completely at his mercy.

I gasp involuntarily, parting my lips just enough for his tongue to slip inside. He explores my mouth with a possessive fervor, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me flush against him. My mind screams at me to push him away, to slap him, to do anything but give in. But my body betrays me, melting into his touch as if it's been waiting for this moment.

His lips leave mine, trailing hot kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I tilt my head back, giving him better access despite myself. "Gojo," I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nips at my pulse point, eliciting a soft moan from me. "Say it again," he demands, his voice husky with desire.

"Satoru," I whisper, surprising myself with the use of his first name. He groans against my skin, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through my body. His hands roam my sides, fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me even closer.

"You're mine," he growls again, his lips brushing against my ear. "Say it."

I want to resist, to hold onto the last shred of my defiance, but the words tumble out before I can stop them. "I'm yours," I breathe, my voice shaky.

Gojo pulls back slightly, his eyes locking with mine. There's a fierce intensity in his gaze, a mix of triumph and something deeper, more vulnerable. For a moment, I see past the arrogant facade, glimpsing the raw emotion underneath.

His hand cups my cheek, surprisingly gentle compared to the urgency of moments before. "I've wanted this for so long," he admits, his voice low and husky. 

My mind barely has time to register his words before his lips are on mine once again, igniting a fire within me that spreads throughout my body. His touch is hot and insistent as his hands grip the back of my thighs, lifting me up with ease and placing me on the cool surface of the teacher's desk. The tension between us crackles in the air, swirling with desire and need. My heart races in my chest as I give in to the sensations pulsing through my veins. With each kiss, I fall deeper into him, losing all sense of time and place until the only thing that exists is our passionate embrace.

My legs instinctively wrap around Gojo's waist, pulling him closer as our kiss deepens. His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arch into his touch, craving more with each passing moment.

"Satoru," I gasp as his lips move to my neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. My senses blaze with pleasure as his fingers deftly unbutton my shirt, revealing more of me to his hungry gaze.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire as they rake over my form. His hands cup my breasts through my lacy bra, thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. A soft moan escapes my lips as I tilt my head back in response.

Gojo's mouth travels lower, leaving a trail of hot kisses down my chest. He pushes my bra aside, taking a nipple between his lips and sending jolts of ecstasy through me. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close.

His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher. Shivers run down my spine as his fingers brush against my center through my lacy panties. "Already so wet for me," he growls approvingly. 

I whimper as he strokes me through the thin fabric, my hips involuntarily moving against his hand in search of more friction. Gojo smirks, clearly enjoying the effect he has on me. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties, slowly sliding them down my legs.

The cool air hits my heated core as Gojo spreads my legs wider. His fingers trace my folds teasingly before plunging inside. My inner walls clench around him as I cry out at this sudden intrusion.

"That's it, baby," he encourages as he pumps his fingers in and out. His thumb finds my clit, circling the sensitive bud and intensifying the pleasure building within me.

Just as I'm about to give in to the overwhelming sensations, Gojo withdraws his fingers, leaving me whining with need. He chuckles darkly, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips and sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact with me.

"Patience," he murmurs huskily. I watch with hooded eyes as he unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard length that springs free eagerly.

Gojo positions himself at my entrance, the tip of his cock teasing my sensitive folds before slowly pushing inside. With each inch that he fills me, we both moan in mutual satisfaction until we are finally joined completely.

He begins to move, setting a steady rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through me with every thrust. My nails dig into his shoulders as I cling to him, overwhelmed by the intense ecstasy he evokes within me.

"Harder," I plead, craving more of this intense sensation. Gojo obliges, snapping his hips faster and harder against mine, creating a symphony of skin slapping against skin that fills the room and drowns out all other thoughts and sounds.

Gojo responds to my plea with a growl, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he increases his pace. The desk beneath us creaks with each powerful thrust, the sound mixing with our heavy breathing and soft moans. 

"You like that, baby?" he pants, his voice husky with exertion. "You like it when I fuck you hard?"

I can only nod, words escaping me as pleasure courses through every nerve ending. My legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. The new angle sends sparks of ecstasy shooting up my spine, and I cry out, my back arching off the desk.

Gojo's lips crash against mine, swallowing my moans as his tongue explores my mouth. One of his hands leaves my hip, sliding up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple in time with his thrusts.

"You feel so good," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "So tight and wet for me."

I can barely form coherent thoughts as waves of ecstasy wash over me. My legs tremble around his waist, toes curling with each deep thrust. The coil of tension in my core winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

"Satoru, please," I whimper, my voice breathy and desperate. "I'm so close."

He smirks, slowing his pace to an agonizing crawl. "What was that, baby? I couldn't quite hear you." 

I whimper in frustration as Gojo slows his pace, the pleasure building inside me threatening to ebb away. "Please," I gasp, my hips bucking against his in a desperate attempt to regain that delicious friction.

"Please what?" he teases, his voice low and husky. His cock slides torturously slow in and out of me, barely grazing my most sensitive spots. "Use your words, Y/n."

I bite my lip, torn between my pride and the overwhelming need coursing through my body. Gojo's eyes bore into mine, dark with desire but glinting with challenge. He gives a particularly deep thrust, hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars, before returning to his agonizingly slow pace.

"Fuck," I moan, my resolve crumbling. "Please, Satoru. I need more."

His smirk widens as he leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear. "More what, baby? Tell me exactly what you want."

The heat of his breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine. I swallow hard, my cheeks burning with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "I want you to fuck me harder," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Gojo clicks his tongue, pulling back to look at me. "I can't hear you, Y/n. Louder."

Frustration and desire war within me as I meet his gaze. "I want you to fuck me harder," I repeat, my voice stronger this time.

"Better," he growls, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "But I think you can do better than that. Beg for it, Y/n. Beg me to make you cum."

His thrusts pick up speed, but it's still not enough. I'm teetering on the edge, desperate for release but unable to reach it. Pride be damned, I think, giving in to the overwhelming need.

"Please, Satoru," I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please fuck me harder. I need to cum so badly. Please, please make me cum!"

A primal growl escapes Gojo's throat as he finally gives in to my pleas. His hips slam against mine with bruising force, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the empty classroom, mixing with our heavy breathing and desperate moans.

"That's it, baby," he pants, his voice rough with exertion. "Take it all. You're such a good girl for me."

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. One of his hands snakes between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing tight circles against the sensitive bud. The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear, and I feel myself rapidly approaching the edge.

"Oh god, Satoru," I moan, my back arching off the desk. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Gojo's thrusts become even more frantic, his hips slamming against mine with a force that threatens to push me over the edge of the desk. His fingers grip my hips so tightly I'm sure there will be bruises tomorrow, but I can't bring myself to care. All I can focus on is the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body with each powerful thrust.

"Fuck, Y/n," he growls, his voice strained. "You're so fucking tight. You're gonna make me cum."

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. I clench around him, relishing in the way he groans in response. His thumb continues its relentless assault on my clit, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level.

"That's it, baby," Gojo pants, his eyes locked on mine. "Cum for me. I want to feel you fall apart around my cock."

The coil of tension in my core winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. Gojo's thrusts become erratic, his own release clearly approaching. He leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that steals what little breath I have left.

When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire and something deeper, more intense. "You're mine," he growls, his voice low and possessive. "Say it again. Tell me who you belong to."

"I'm yours, Satoru," I gasp, teetering on the edge of oblivion. "Only yours. Always yours."

With those words, the dam finally breaks. Waves of ecstasy crash over me as my orgasm rips through my body. I cry out Gojo's name, my back arching off the desk as my inner walls clench rhythmically around him. 

Gojo follows me over the edge moments later, his hips stuttering as he buries himself deep inside me. He groans my name, his fingers digging into my hips as he empties himself into me.

For a long moment, we stay like that, both panting heavily as we come down from our highs. Gojo rests his forehead against mine, his breath hot against my skin. Slowly, he pulls out, causing both of us to wince at the sensitivity.

As the fog of pleasure clears from my mind, reality starts to set in. I just had sex with Satoru Gojo - my sworn enemy - in an empty classroom. And worse, I enjoyed every second of it.

Gojo seems to sense my inner turmoil. He cups my face gently, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Don't overthink this," he murmurs, his thumb stroking my cheek. "We both wanted it. We both needed it."

I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. But before I can answer, he’s pulling me back to him, cupping my face and kissing me again—gentle at first, like he’s testing the waters, but then more urgent, more desperate as I respond, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer.

When he pulls away, we’re both breathless, and the world outside the classroom feels miles away. “You’re mine, Y/n,” he says quietly, there’s no doubt in his voice.

And for the first time in a long time, I don’t argue. “And you’re mine,” I whisper back, the words feeling as right as they sound wrong.

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