✶ bully!gojo noticed you first in class. you sat near the back, towards the wall where you history teachers eye sight was the worse. you didn’t like being called on. gojo couldn't understand why, you were so smart, why wouldn't you want to be a show off.
your natural instinct was to be humble and let others shine, to help others only when they asked or were truly embrassing themselves in front of the class.
you were quiet and kind, strong and opinionated. you never took no for an answer
and neither did he....maybe that's why satoru was so drawn to you. he never really could quite hold anything beautiful and real in his hands long enough for it to leave, alive. long enough for it to beg for freedom.
he didn’t take you for the begging type. but then again he didn't really know the real you.
✶ bully!gojo who doesn't need for you to approve of the way he treats you. he knows what's best for you, his friends can be trusted, his favorite restaurants won't give you food poisoning, unlike yours (it really was only that one time).
gojo doesn't need for you to understand why he does the things that he does but he does hope that you just go along with it.
so why not out in the city together.
don't deny that your a couple, those sweet old ladies knew what they were talking about when they asked.
he may not have verbally or physically asked you the question, but isn't it in the way that he holds you back from beating up the perky rich girl at frat parties. isn't it in the way that he caresses your face to piss off your crush, or ex. and kill any hopes that potential suitors have.
surely you aren't so blind, that you can't peice it all together in your pretty little head, that when he demands you never take his dog tags off of you, so that everybody knows who you belong, that he wasn't doing it just because he liked to humiliate you.
oh honey, no, he doesn't share. your off-limits. period. he's just being a good great boyfriend, exactly like the kinds of guy you ruefully confess about having someday, why not now ?
✶ bully!gojo who loves making you cry. tears welling up in your eyes, nose and cheeks all red and rosy, hands tightened into fist at your sides, oh what a sight you are to behold
if only he could take you back to his dorm room, force for you to stay with a bit of blackmail persuasion and actually and finally witness tears spill from your eyes. sobs and whimpers leave your lips and the sleeves of your shirt hopelessly wipe and rub at your face
his jeans just get tight thinking about it
"silly baby didn't i tell you to leave this little number at home, for me, and only me to get to see. why didn't you listen buba now this dress gotta go - " he scolds you, voice gruff and tinged with annoyance.
he had one large hand wrapped around the back of your thigh to keep you steady and standing and the other cautiously wiping at the bright green stain on your new designer dress
his glacier blue eyes flicker up to analyze your face.
inside of the women's restroom, satoru gojo was down on his knees at your feet, wet paper towel in hand, carefully dabbling wasabi sauce spilt on your lacey white dress. you had bought the dress for yourself as a gift, you had saved up money from various tutoring and art jobs over the summer and wanted to wear something to show for your newfound independence.
gojo paid for everything. you two had gotten into an argument about it, you blocked his number and presence off of your phone. enraged he attempted to talk to you in class, between your breaks as TA and after, he even crashed a blind date just to apologize. your date didn't take it so well. the satoru gojo, in his dark pristine, tailored suit and lavish flower bouquet in hands at your table, acknowledging only you, begging for your forgiveness.
you politely excused yourself from the table, gojo's cuff tight in your hand, you two stormed off outside. you chewed him out till all the air left your lungs, his face turned red and your vision swooped.
he didn't try to contact you anymore, no more random emails wishing you good morning and good night. no more bot looking accounts commenting underneath your post. you were free, for a while
you had only spilled wasabi sauce on your self, that was it. why gojo took it upon himself to be the one to now grab your sleeve and storm off with you out the dining hall and into the nearest bathroom was beyond you.
maybe it was because you had started to cry because you had had only a few minutes left before you had to go back to your desk as a TA and finish grading papers
and really really wanted to enjoy your sticky mango rice with strawberries and wasabi
there you go again, fighting back tears, chewing on your bottom lip " it's my dress i get to decide what i wanna do with my dress you don't tell me what to do satoru"
he chokes back a moan, he loves the way you bark out his name. there's so many others ways, good ways you need to say his name...
he purses his lips, smacking them. quietly and terrifyingly calm, he finishes up cleaning the stain. slow and precise he clean his hands, the tight black tee he's wearing stretched out across his muscles catches your gaze. you play with you cuticles. the hot guzzling water, fogs up the windows in front of him. only tufts of his white hair is visible.
rising the soap off of his hands, he stays underneath the scolding hot water, long, for too long. he stifles a whimper of pain, letting the water continue to hit his hands. punishing him.
you snap your head up, heart racing
gojo closes his eyes, biting his cheek. the temperature in the room has risen, the air is humid and thick, it hurts to breathe in more than a few gulps. you shake your head trying to clear your eyes from burning with mascara. you turn around and lean over to turn off the facet. you glance down at his hands, they're cherry red, pruned and irritated. smokes curls around the two of you, pulling you closer together.
your breathes are shared, in sync. he snatches his hands out from underneath the water, and brings them to your waist, pulling you in between his thick thighs, chest and the sink. he bends down, bending you along with him. he twists the faucet the water runs sweet and cool.
but the mist and electricity still lingers
gojo fixes his chin to rest against your temple, his jaw dangerously low by your ear, gripping your hips and bringing you closer to him, all of him, he breathes "getting that dress was no accident, they were sold out and it cost way more than you had, doll. wearing it out on that date, and I told you to keep it at home for me, was because I knew - " he runs his teeth over the back of your ear, grazing your ear lobe. You twist your head away, over your shoulder. with his thumb and pointed finger he squeezes your chin, with a warning, and draws your eyes back to the mirror. your stomach flutters. he's so much more bigger than you. "he didn't deserve the sight of you, in this. I told you to cancel your date and put that dress up until we made up and you could give me a show. Baby, this dress has to go but you can keep it on for today if it'll make you feel better" He kisses crook of your neck.
✶ bully!gojo hates it when you don't make eye contact. if he's speaking your eyes must be on him at all times.
do you not wish for him to be there anymore.
trying to keep up listening to two conversations, chiming in, and packing up notes from class. gojo shrugs his shoulder, lazily, with undertones of arrogance, drop your friends and whatever their talking about and let him talk your ear off, and handle packing your bag, he's more important anyway
lastly, there is no such thing as 'dissociating', you just have an attitude and don't have the right words to explain yourself
don't worry he'll help you find the words
✶bully!gojo who insists on driving you any and everywhere
you know those korean milkshakes that you love so much that can only be found in grocery stores on the other side of town, let him drive you there. your worth the half hour trip and waste of gas.
✶ bully!gojo who can't let a day go by without shoulder checking you into a locker,
stick his foot out to make you trip and fall straight into him, or his chest.
sometimes if he's in a pissy mood, he'll do much more worse things : spread rumors about you, tell your newest crush that your not over your ex. lie to your teachers and get you sent to detention. what ?... he can't help that he loves spending time with you
✶ bully!gojo who loves to spoon feed you all of your meals
(he sleeps over in your bedroom complaining about how to tired he is to drive back home. he doesn't want to get in trouble in with his parents. they're already hard on him enough as it is. giving you his signature puppy eyes, your stubbornness resolves and you let him stay.
somewhere in the middle of night, he takes down the pillow forte that you have separating you two. he scoops you up towards the head of the bed, and readjusts himself to lay down on your chest. hands on either side of your head, caging you, face head down between your breast. your so soft, warm and squishy.
gojo makes you breakfast before your parents get up, they now think your such a sweet kid.
he scoops you up by the waist with one hand carrying you inbetween his chest and biceps to the island where he perches you ontop. standing in between your legs he grabs a big plate of fresh fruit, eggs and bread and one by one he hand feeds it all to you. he doesn't let you go until the entire plate is cleared.
oops wait there's a bit of jam left on the plate let him swoop it up with fingers and bring it as an offering to those succulent lips. wide-eyed and afraid you lean down, slowly you wrap your lips around the tips of his fingers and suck the jam clean off. he curls his fingers, pressing down on your tongue, he leans in and groans. with a wet pop, he takes his fingers out of your mouth
"baby imma need you somewhere else soon, okay, yeah, doin that exact same thing" he half begs, half whimpers.
pink plump lips brushing past the outershell of you ear.
you try your best to close you legs, heat pooling at your core, with his trained heightend senses he can smell everything, including how damp and moist the air just got
he pulls you towards the edge of the counter, by your belt loops "don't be greedy with her, it's rude not to share"
you gasp, pushing him away. you mutter something sharp underneath your breathe, something about etiquette and taking manner classes
gojo can't help but to laugh and tease you calling you a prude
✶ bully!gojo who can't help but baby you and treat you like your dumb when you make a mess of yourself : spilling sauce on your dress, knocking ink over onto your jeans. racing to leave class so that he can't catch up to you and taunt you for being a know it all, but you slip and fall on a peice of paper.
he can't help but to feel bad for you. he death stares anyone who dares to help, shouldn't everybody know by now who you belong to...shouldn't you ?
he hates it when you hurt yourself, those soft callous free palms of your should never be inconvenienced by bruises, blood and broken skin. he whips out the expensive lotion he had stolen from your bathroom counter and gently puts it on your hands
"stupid girl shoulda just let your self fall" he chides you, the gentleness of his hands don't match the dark expression in his eyes.
anger and worry set ablaze.
you had fallen and as you were going down you tried to catch yourself putting your hands out in front of you. it only got you more scraps and bruises.
rubbing the thick off white cream into your calloused palms, he blows as you whine. the lotion feels cool and his fingers feel good, one of his big hands clasp your wrist together, the other working overtime to care for them both. he blows on your wrist, the liquid stings
"satour enough i'm okay let. me. go" you demand, pulling your wrist with all your might away from him
he freezes, narrowing his eyes, his gaze bores into yours. he raises his brows, silently challenging you to give him orders again.
oh how he would love to see you try
you may not like it yet, and yes it will take time to open your mind and to get him to get you to accept his apologies and advances but trying something like that in public, around friends, in front of people who talk.
darlin he's got a reputation to matain, if he didn't bend you over his knee, lift your skirt up and spank you for the entire world to see however where you going to learn your lesson.
well.... as much as he can get you to anyway
✶bully!gojo who corners you during transitions between class, he lures you in acting all confused and impatient about an upcoming philosophy project.
he just can't for the life of him understand. any of it. he can't risk failing this class (he's right behind in the top 10) or his parents will...., he pretends to shudder just thinking about it. you frown, feeling sorry for him...some what
he reminds you of an old high-school crush who would after practice and games would call you over to ask you excitedly, a million times over : did you see me ?, were you impressed, did you notice me blowing kisses to you, look i'm wearing *your favorite color*
overtime the intense love and affection grew to become rather bothersome and quite frankly annoying.
you dumped him the summer before your freshmen year of uni, he didn't understand why, he thought the two of you were just so happy and in love and happy
gojo thinks that he's making you feel the same, just not with the longing feel to throw yourself out of a window. whenever he asks questions you've already answered but he likes the sound of your voice. he finds himself suddenly interested in your answers when you try but fail spectacularly to hide your frustration
"what's wrong now, hmm, me tryna be a better student bothering ya" gojo says, teasingly. he runs his tongue over his pearly white canines. the soft flourscent libary lights catch the metal piercing on his tongue. you do too.
he follows your line of sight, and grins.
"when did you get a piercing ?" you ask, running a hand through your hair. doing anything else other than staring at his tongue and wondering what other places he could put it was hard, and so was he.
swiftly gojo grabs a book and plops it down over his jeans, covering the crotch area.
you fiddle with a charm bracelet he got you.
gojo spreads his legs open wider, sprawled out across the chair like he owned it. not just the chair, but the entire side of the table, and the space he occupied. he leaned back, confident and sure, locking his fingers behind his head he rested on them.
"last time i asked you what you wanted to see in my mouth other than for sweets and sarcasm"
you roll your eyes, the memories already replaying in your head. you felt a sudden since of deja vu ping in your chest, nervously, you twist the charms dangling from your wrist.
he eyes it, raising a brow, wondering what's got you so bothered. he swallows a smug grin, of course he knows what's got you bothered what he really wants to know is why you're acting like your aren't bothered.
your clear your throat, and nodding your head "yeah but that was me being sarcastic satoru you didn't actually have to get it done it's not like i'm your girlf-" you slap your hand over your mouth before you blurt it out. those four devastingly life changing words that will could upend your entire life. you muster up a half grin, pretending to laugh
"i'm not that so getting that done wasn't necessary" you joked
you can't look up at him, you can't face him, fore you know what awaits you at the other end of that table. lust, desire, affection, agitation. all boiling, and cooling and freezing over into dozens of brilliant shades of blue that make up those hypnotic enchanting eyes.
satoru leans forwards, elbows on his thighs, biceps squeezing together rolling up his sleeves. he narrows his eyes, mouth drawn into a tight line, he bends his head to catch your eyes. frozen like a deer in headlights your head raises to meet his gaze "it was necessary y/n. i got it for pleasure and.... to pleasure someone else, if she takes the opportunity and gives me a chance"
your heart clenches "you should never mix business with pleasure gojo"
he cocks his head to the side, pouting
you dig your fingernails into your palms, still sore and scuffed your dig hard enough to draw blood
"y/n you know that your more than just both of those to me, right ?" he says, barely above a whisper. he searches your eyes for anything to flash by. give him something. throw him something to anchor his emotions and mind, to let him know that what you both feel isn't imagined. isn't somewhere alone and free falling in his head. and torturing his heart
"how unfortunate then, hmm"
"m-maybe" you bit your lip and tug at your hair. unnamed emotions pull at your heart. your stubbornness and refusal to see his feelings and how he does care for you. in perhaps his own twisted, and unique way. gets kicked out from underneath you like a three legged table when you peer down at your hands and realize how small and how cold they feel without his big, hot furnace like ones entangled in yours.
how if you say no, and seal the door to your fate by picking up all your things and walk out, never looking back. means no more secret, intimate moments of tracing his tattoos, no more forced close proximity which you must admit you really like. no more hands and legs thrown over your body keeping you close and caged in as you both sleep. no more coffee dates disguised as tutoring lessons, no more sneaking away from school and cutting class. no more satoru gojo and those stupid perfect eyes and smile beaming at you, watching you with pride and desire and happiness.
"m-maybe if you ask her again, without blackmail, without force, without insults, she might say yes"
satoru gojo gives you a shit eating grin "atta girl" he winks and whistles.
you giggle, rolling your eyes "yeah, yeah whatever"
screw patience, satoru gojo thinks to himself
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