it was no surprised that Bully!Geto and Bully!Gojo picked on you. you were every bullies dream—fat, round, pizza face acne, dorky glasses, and unable to stand up for yourself.
everything they looked for when it came to picking on people. they naturally gravitated towards you whenever they felt like assholes.
they got a kick from shoving you in lockers and shoving their dicks in you—like now.
"choke on it, lard ass"
Geto said cruelly, his hands gripping your oily hair as he thrusted his dick in and out of your mouth. you were on your knees, just in your panties because they had stripped you down. your baggy clothes discarded somewhere along with their clothes somewhere in the empty classroom.
Gojo was to the side, recording the scene and chuckling. he wasn't subtle about it either—his phone flash on and proud.
Geto grunted as he picked up the pace, his eyes locked on you as he fucked your mouth. "f-fuck. keep suckin'" his free hand slapped your cheek roughly.
your throat burned and you were gagging helplessly around his cock, your pudgy hands rested on his thighs in a fist to help stabilize yourself. your eyes closed shut to hide your teary eyes. you coughed around his dick but that didn't waver him, his mushroom tip hitting the back of your throat. that'd leave a bruise.
he suddenly pulled out and came all over your face—groaning at both the feeling and the sight. his white ropes splurting all over your face, coating your glasses and acne face. his cum dripping down the apples of your cheeks like tears. "did you catch that?"
he smirked, glancing at gojo.
gojo had the same sickening smirk
"fuck yeah i did." ending the video and saving it to his album dedicated to just you that him and geto shared.
"gonna do numbers on twitter, aren't ya fatty?" he cooed condescendingly
you tried to catch your breath, trying to clean your glasses and face free of his seed but you were quickly stopped
"ah, ah. you aren't done, slut." getos voice was laced with mischief and something much daker, taking off your glasses and putting them on a desk. "leave my mark." it wasn't a request or suggestion—it was a demand. a rule that he put in place.
your eyes were teary, feeling cold and exsposed. but you would be lying if you said you weren't wet. that your panties didn't have a wet spot seeping through. that you wished for more praise... you were equally as mentally fucked up as them.
"....s'jus l-leave me alone-" you sniffled, you lips forming into a deep frown. your lips were already puffy from being roughly kissed prior to this. but, you did kiss back. you wanted more of those 'sweet' moments.
geto eyebrows raised, his smirk worsening. you were so pathetic, so fat, so adorable...so theirs. like a little fat pup trying to fight back against them.
but he noticed how your chubby legs squeezed together, the smell of your wetness wafting around under their noses—teasing them. they almost felt bad. almost.
"that was round one. He didn't get his turn" geto pointed back at gojo with his thumb. and your eyes followed where he gestured to and met eyes with gojo. him having a stupid grin on his stupid fucking handsome face.
"almost forgot about lil ol' me?" gojo teased with something cruel underneath his voice "guess i have to make you remember me. c'mere, fatty." he started unbuckling his belt, walking closer.
——
"f-fuck! get a c-closer angle-"
he was buried balls deep in your fat pussy, your pudgy legs over his shoulders, smushed underneath him. his muscular chest against your boobs, his abs pressed against your belly. your pubic hair brushing against his v-line with each thrust. he was jack-hammering you.
Geto was jerking off on the sidelines and filming, zooming on the lewd scene of where his dick was disappearing and reappearing from your pussy. your fatass pussy was sopping with your own juices—you were withering and moaning under him helplessly, your toes curling.
"a-ah!-" you squeeked out, your eyes became teary and started to sob from pleasure. not from pain this time.
Gojos face was hovering right over yours, analyzing you. his blue eyes trying to meet yours but your eyes were squeezed shut. he was such a perv. both of them. his thrusts were cruel
"you cryin?" gojos ego was inflating like crazy. he turned his head and gave geto a cocky look. as in 'im better, suck it' kind of look.
geto just scoffed and focused on recording but flipped him off with his free hand.
his thrusts were quick, snappy, and his dick filled you up perfectly, your pudgy legs shaking. you sobbed, tears streaming down the apples of your cheeks, mixing with getos drying sperm.
"s-sh-shit-" you cried out, your hands desperately gripping his biceps as your fat hips bucked wildly. and before you knew it—you squirted. soaking both yourself and gojo.
gojo groaned and fucked your through it before cumming as well. one final thrust and he emptied his sperm inside your womb, biting back a mewl. your fatass pussy was too good. he pulled out, letting your legs off his shoulders.
"fucked this whale good." gojo chuckled, wiping his forehead from sweat
geto stopped the video and stretched. "next time i get pussy." he called dibs before putting back on his clothes.
Gojo stood up as well and got changed. "yeah, yeah.... i don't give a shit. a hole is a hole."
and with that... they left. left you leaking on the cold classroom floor as the post-sex clarity slowly wore off—you felt cold and lonely. you wanted them to come back. to notice you again. you'd have to get their attention next time. you already missed their wandering hands and mean words.
fuck, you were equally as terrible.