Bully Fratjo’s favorite victim is confident now (Smut) ! m.list
Fanart by thatsallitchief on X | DEAD DOVE 🕊️ | 4.5k | Part 2
⚠️: Mentions of Pregnancy, Male Masturbation, Bullying, Non-con, Fingering, Oral M!receiving, Threats, Blackmail-ish, Restraints, P in V, Handjob, Panty Stealing, Degradation, Dacryphilia, Voyeurism, Semi-public, Mentions of Kidnapping/Locking you up, On the Phone Satoru, Porn w/ plot
I don’t condone these actions in real life. I was bullied all throughout elementary sooo do with that information what you will.
Seeing you walk into the lecture hall, Satoru was immediately stunned. The girl he tormented all throughout high school was here, in this prestigious university, in his Electromagnetics class.
And as fate would have it, the only available seat left was the one next to him. He watched as you turned your head left and right to look for an area. It wasn’t until someone pointed out the seat next to him that you noticed his presence.
He saw the way you stiffened. You held yourself much better than you did before, but inside, you were still the same old loser. His loser.
You sat beside him, trying to ignore his presence as you took out your laptop and touched up your makeup neatly. Satoru watched as you laid your pretty little stuff like you were the Elle Woods of Physics. Electromagnetics was definitely going to be more fun than he thought.
Maybe you were more vain and confident now, but he didn’t care. He’s sure he can still pick you apart and fuck with your mind—like the old days!
He poked your shoulder and flashed you his baby blues complete with his signature charming grin. “Hey, baby girl, remember me?”
“Who are you?” You turned to him, confused.
He pinched your cheek and chuckled. Your reaction definitely confused the hell out of him, but he wasn’t about to give you the satisfaction of stumping him.
“Awh, no need to pretend, angel!” He hooked his hand under your swivel chair and pulled you closer.
His familiar scent filled your nose, starting to fog your brain. Honestly, he missed you. Life was so boring without a pretty girl to bully.
“M’kay, keep pretending to not know me.” He whispered in your ear. Everyone else was too stuck in their own worlds to notice Satoru absolutely smothering you.
A large hand snakes around you to splay over your stomach. Satoru used to love telling you about how he’d get you pregnant if you let him. He was just about to do so, until you put your hand on his wrist and pushed him away.
“I don’t know who you are, but you need to keep your hands to yourself, Mister.” You huff and move your chair away.
It was at this point that Satoru was genuinely considering if you were some other girl. He was 99.98% sure you were her. Your skin, your scent, your expressions—there’s no way you aren’t her, unless you had a secret twin he never knew about!
Ever since that fateful encounter, Satoru started following you everywhere. He’d sit beside you in every class you have together, you’d find him in the quiet corners of the library, and he’d approach you even if you were with your friends.
The first time he tried to embarrass you publicly like before, you were in the hallway outside your last class. You were speaking to one of your male classmates—Kento Nanami. Satoru didn’t like that.
“Princess, d’ya wanna sleep with me tonight?” He asked loudly. You didn’t have to look at him to know that a cheeky grin was plastered on his face.
“Mm, I’m not really too keen on fucking someone who isn’t packing more than 5 inches, sorry.” You say with a faux pout.
His demeanor changes, feeling all the eyes on the both of you. He hated that smug glint in your eyes. You were supposed to shake, hold your head low, and/or cry.
“Hm, I doubt it’d even stay in your loose cunt.” He deadpans. “No matter how big anyone’s dick is.”
He pats Nanami on the shoulder, giving him condescending advice. “You’re too good for someone ran through, man.”
Satoru walked over to Suguru, the man who just stood by his side while his best friend continued to push you over the edge. However, you couldn’t forget how he was the one to pick you up every time Satoru needed a punching bag.
“Don’t you think that’s a little too harsh, Satoru?” Suguru asks in that voice that’s always a little too gentle and a little too kind.
“Nah, she deserves it for pretending not to know me.” He answered as they both walked away from the situation he created.
“That was 2 weeks ago, dumbass.”
“So? Whose side are you on, Suguru? Mine or hers? Don’t tell me you wanna fuck her too.” Satoru chides.
Suguru sighs, “I’m just saying. It’s been 4 years of your constant torment, shouldn’t you leave her alone by now?”
A week later, grades were given for your first test at the end of class. Satoru was aggravated to see a a red 97% handed to him. That was subpar at best!
He was even more annoyed to see the delighted look on your face. He could see it plain as day, the 100% on your paper. Satoru scoffed, mumbling about how you probably slept with the professor for that. There was no way in his mind that your loser ass was smarter than him.
Unceremoniously, he snatched the paper from you and assessed the problem solving. Surely, he could find a mistake. “Hey!” You huffed. “Give it back!” You yelled. By now, half the students have left and so has the professor.
Only a few were able to see Satoru completely berate you for the nth time. “Ha! Here!” He points at your boxed answer.
“Theta is supposed to equate to 90 degrees, not 0, silly!” He pats your head, feigning pity. “The problem clearly states that the solenoid is perpendicular to the face of the loop.”
You roll your eyes and take the paper from him, looking over the problem in question. “That’s magnetic flux, genius!”
“What the hell is your problem with me?!” You point at his chest as you looked at him with eyes full of fury. Not a single tear in sight.
You grab his collar, pulling him down to your height. “I fucking hate you, don’t you get it? You’re a stupid piece of shit, who torments me because no one else pays attention to you because no one will ever fucking like you!”
“I’ve done nothing to you. I’ve never even looked at you before you decided to pick on me. So leave me out of your bullshit, or are you that fucking insecure?” You push him away and grab your things, walking out of the lecture hall in a huff.
Meanwhile, Satoru stood there, contemplating. He scoffed. Why the hell would he be insecure?! Girls flock at him, he has friends, money, and status. How fucking dare you call him insecure?!
That night, a video of the whole situation blew up on school forums. Everyone wanted to know about you—the girl who put Satoru in his place. Although, a lot of people were still on his side, the majority opted to put their thinking caps on and agreed with you.
Toji was the first to see it in Jujutsu Phi, “Oi, Satoru! Have ya seen this?” He called out.
The video played on Toji’s phone as Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna, and the rest of the frat brothers gathered to watch.
“What the hell?!” Satoru reacted first.
“You got fucking owned, man!” Toji laughed. “She’s what? 5 feet something? Fucking embarrassing for you!”
Satoru hit the back of Toji’s head and stormed into his room. He hated this. It wasn’t like the “hate” affected him greatly. He just liked it more when you were the only one who hated him. It was part of the appeal, making you feel like you had no one to run to but him—the person who made your life a living hell.
Truth be told, he found you arousing. Every little thing you did made his heart skip a beat and his dick grow an inch. So now, he surfs the students’ forum for that video. Apparently, it was taken down an hour ago, but thank the heavens for group chats because the video was sent to the frat via chain mail.
Satoru watches the video, trying to remember the way you held his collar and the anger in your voice. He could never get enough of your reactions.
He pulls his sweatpants down along with his boxers, revealing his aching cock. It hurt to even look at. He kept replying the video as he pumped his fist over and over, thumb brushing over his tip, pretending like it was your own.
Fuck, your hands were so small compared to his, would one of yours even suffice?
He watched as your hands tighten around his collar. You smelled so good when you did that. He caught a waft of your favorite shampoo, and he feared he was too far gone. Thank god, the camera wasn’t able to capture the raging boner he had as soon as you came near him. That would’ve been fucking embarrassing.
Satoru’s pace quickened, fucking his hand relentlessly, wishing it was your pussy, mouth, ass or hand instead. He wasn’t picky, he just wanted you, crying, screaming, and begging for him.
“Hah—Y/N…” he called out breathlessly as he covered his mouth with the back of his other hand. His sheets were now stained with sweat, guilt, and cum. But knowing, Satoru, he’ll only turn that guilt into fuel for desire.
He was panting on his bed, still thinking of you; whether you’d kiss him or pass out after making him cum, the noises you’d make, and the expressions on your face.
You were driving him insane.
The next day, you were studying in the library. You felt it, Satoru lurking like he always did. Without looking up from your textbooks and notes, you called out. “What do you want?”
Satoru stayed silent, just watching you intently.
It wasn’t until you struggled to reach a book on the top shelf that Satoru came closer. He stood behind you, trapping you against the shelf and getting the book for you.
You turned around as he handed you the hardback to you. “Thank you…” you mumble. You look the side shyly, like you did before.
Satoru would’ve enjoyed it, if it weren’t for the gauze under your ear. He lifted his hand to touch it but you flinched before he could even come near.
“What happened?” He asked softly, which was unlike the version of him you knew.
He grabs one of your wrists too harshly, and you step back. “You’re lying.”
“No shit, Sherlock. Why do you care?” You challenged.
Satoru grabs your face, looking at you intensely. “Tell me.”
The longer you stay silent, the tighter his grip became. Before you could even think of the consequences, your palm immediately connected with his face. An echoing smack that could’ve landed you into the dean’s office if there were any onlookers.
First came shock, Satoru couldn’t believe it. You, of all people, had the audacity to hit him? Preposterous. Then, he smirked. His pretty face turned red as his tongue met the inside of his cheek. Maybe you’d have the guts to do adult things now, no?
“So, that’s how you wanna play, angel?” He uttered menacingly.
He faced you once again. His eyes no longer glowed its usual cerulean hue. This time it was darker, much more sinister.
You were lifted off of your feet and were carried to the storage room behind the library. Barely anyone knew about this room. Even if you tried to scream you’re sure no one brave enough would hear you over the mountains of file boxes dangerously stacked inside. It would only sound like a muffled soul.
As soon as he dropped you to your feet and locked the door, your newfound confidence was gone. You were trembling, stepping back as he slowly walked over to you.
“Oh, baby.” He chuckles. “Don’t be scared.”
He backed you into a wall, both hands on either side of you. You were shaking and refusing to meet his gaze. As much as he was happy that you were back to your old crybaby self, he had to know what happened first.
“Are ya gonna tell me now?” He teases, bringing his face closer to yours.
“The video…” you started.
“Someone saw the video and told me I was a bitch for yelling at you… she meant to grab my hair, but she accidentally scratched the skin below my ear with her nails.” You told him nervously.
Satoru only hummed in acknowledgment as one of his started to drift lower. His other hand grabbed your face as he crashed his lips into yours.
He was rough, like always. You’ve kissed him before, this wasn’t your first. Satoru has always been impatient.
You pushed him away, shaking your head. “We can’t—”
“Why not? Scared?” He smirked. “Y’know I can get that bitch expelled, angel. Anything for you.” He spoke before kissing you again. This time, both of his hands held your face.
The kiss was heated, all of Satoru’s frustrations were released onto it. You still refused to let yourself go. You hated Satoru, and you were to stand by it!
Again, one of his hands went lower, circling your clothed bud, which sent electrifying waves through your body. “Satoru!” You whine.
“Oh? So, now you know me.” He teased.
You whimper and paw at his chest, hoping he’d step back himself. Unfortunately for you, he only pushed further. He bit your bottom lip, forcing your mouth open. His lips muffled the screams you fought to make, no one was going to save you now.
He pulled away a couple minutes later, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his. Satoru laughed at your already fucked-out expression. Simultaneously, his finger’s ministrations on your clit came to a halt. His middle finger assessing the wetness of your folds over your soaked panties.
“So dirty, baby…” he chuckled. “You do remember that I’m supposed to be your bully, right?”
“Hm, but I guess dumb little girls can’t handle too much information. I don’t even know why you’re taking electromagnetic lectures.”
He tugged your bottoms down, letting them pool around your ankles. He got on his knees and pocketed your stained panties. He held himself back from taking a sniff, telling himself that it’d be much more rewarding if he waited. Was he fucking edging himself?!
Anyway. He took off shirt and laid it on the floor. Then, he asked you to get on your knees and sit on it. “We wouldn’t want you getting an infection, right?” He spoke.
You did as you were told. The faster you comply, the faster this gets done, right? And the nicer you are, the nicer Satoru is… you hope.
Gently, he took your shirt off and used it like a rope, tying it around your wrists tightly, so you’d be much more pliant. He also took it upon himself to remove your shoes, can’t run without them, right? He stood back up to his full height, only wearing his shoes and trousers as he looked down at you.
He laughs. “You’re only missing a collar now, angel!”
“You look so cute, I wish I could keep you in my basement. But alas! That’d be too cruel!” He preached dramatically. “You should be thankful I’m merciful, y’know, sweetheart?”
“I know exactly how you can repay me, but remember, we have to be quiet, okay?” He says as he crouches back down to your level. You nod in agreement, fighting the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes.
“Good girl!” He praised as he pats your head.
Once he stood back up, he began to unbuckle his belt. Even before he pulled his pants down, you could already see it. You’d be blind if you said you didn’t.
Now, Satoru stood in front of you, fully exposed. His clothes were discarded on the floor. The small fluorescent bulb made it hard to see, but it was right in your face.
He tapped his tip onto your cheek thrice, a bead of precum then turning into a string, connecting your cheek to his cock. “So cute…” He then tapped your chin two times.
“Open up, baby. Ah!” He spoke, voice full of condescension. Still, you did as you were told.
Satoru knew he had to be a bit slower with you. He didn’t really mind, but god, you were taking so long.
You started sucking on his tip, giving it a few kitten licks from time to time. His pre tasted salty yet faintly sweet. “You like that, doll?” He asked, a sweet smile forming on his face.
You take all of him in to avoid answering. Your heart couldn’t take it, and Satoru knew. You try to balance yourself by keeping your hands on the floor, but you were having a hard time because of how tight they were tied.
He took a fistful of your hair, but he didn’t rush your head. He just needed you to ground him. At this point, you knew he was close. He mumbled your name like a prayer, groaning as he did.
“So fuckin’ good—” he praised. “Better than my hand.”
Without a warning, he pulled you impossibly close and released his seed into your throat. You whimper as you felt the cum drip. There was so much. It was unreal.
The tears you fought so hard to keep in started to fall while cum started to drip out your nose. Satoru wouldn’t let go. He looked down at you, his dick remaining as hard at it could upon seeing you cry.
You saw it—the sadistic glint in his eyes. It was terrifying.
After a minute, he let go. You pulled away, coughing as you threw up the rest of his seed you couldn’t swallow. You sniffled and pushed yourself back, dragging along his dampened shirt with you.
He noticed the darkened puddle on his shirt, and he couldn’t help but chuckle maniacally. It wasn’t loud or over the top—it was eerie, precise.
Satoru’s cock still stood proud like the confident smile on his lips that never wavered.
He then crouched down to your level, prying your legs open. “C’mon, angel. Don’t be difficult.”
“‘m scared... please, ‘Toru…” you whimpered as you started to sob. He loved it when you called him that, his dick even began to twitch because of it.
You fought his arms from opening your legs, but eventually, he won.
He hovered over you, putting his hand behind your head to cushion it from the cold concrete. His lips met yours, melting into a comforting kiss. You were as comfortable as you could be with his monstrous cock lying on your stomach.
With his other hand, he wiped your tears. He chuckled between kisses. “Shh, it’s okay, angel.”
You shook your head. “It’ll hurt…”
“I know.” He whispered. “But it’ll feel good after 10 seconds max of hurt, I promise, baby.”
“But Satoru…” you whine as the tears came to a sudden stop.
“You only remember my name when you want something… such a silly girl…” he muttered as he rested his forehead on yours.
Your bare breasts, pressed up against his chest, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You try to push him away with your tied hands, but he couldn’t get the hint until you started crying again.
He lifted himself up, still making sure to rest your head on one of his palms. “Sorry, angel… I forgot that little girls like you are too weak.”
Satoru kissed your tears away, apologizing and whispering sweet nothings. Then, he kissed your temple, apologizing in advance for what he was about to do.
“M’kay, baby. It’s time!” Satoru said happily.
One of his slender fingers started to circle your folds, sloppily spreading your fluids around the entrance. “It’ll feel better if I make you cum once first, okay?”
You nod, trying to focus on something else. You looked up at him and his pretty face. Then you notice the way he’s hunched over you. His muscles were barely flexing, but he’s been holding that pose for more than five minutes. You wondered how strong he was—shit.
After that thought, you started gushing. Satoru hasn’t even curled his finger yet, he only pressed your bud.
“Awe! Am I really that good, princess?”
You felt disgusted. No fucking way were you actually cumming and submitting to this dipshit. But fuck. You were so pent up, and you knew he fucked good.
Everybody talks, and their favorite subject has always been Satoru Gojo.
Against your better judgement, you nodded. “Seems like you’re ready then!” He said. He took his finger out of your aching cunt that now clenches on air.
He watched as your fluids coated his finger, glistening even under the ugly lighting. He put his finger in his mouth, giving your pussy a taste test. “So sweet…” he mumbles. It was even better than he could ever imagine.
After completely lapping up the liquid on his hand, he aligned himself with your entrance.You hold onto his arm with two hands as he coated his tip with your slick. He made you so nervous, but you just hoped he wouldn’t go in all at once.
Slowly, he pushed his shaft in, making sure to hold himself back. Inch by inch, he heaved, waiting for your reaction. He was trying not to focus on how he could feel your pussy clench around him. Fuck.
“‘Toru…” you whine as he fully enters you.
For a minute, he doesn’t move, but you’re already craving the friction. “Please…” you whimper.
“Okay, okay… shh…” he says, slowly pulling out only to slam his hips back in. You scream.
He stills again. “Angel! I told you to stay quiet, no?” He reprimands, and you start to cry again.
You sniffle and his heart begins to break—if he even has one. “No, no, no, baby. Don’t cry… but you really do have to stay quiet. How would you feel if someone saw you right now, huh?” You gushed.
“Oh?” He smirks. “Are ya into that, sweetheart? Ya want me to call someone over?” He teased, which made you clench around him.
He grabs his phone from his pants pocket that was sprawled onto the side. “Who should I call? Nanami?” You clench.
“Orrrr, Toji?” You clench.
“Hm… who’s your favorite frat brother, baby? D’ya have one?” Satoru continued to tease. You began rolling your hips, hoping for the tiniest bit of movement.
You were starting to lose it.
“What about Suguru?” Your pulse went haywire. You could feel your blood rushing just about everywhere.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” Satoru chuckled. “‘kay then, let’s give ol’ Suguru a call!”
He started dialing Suguru’s number while slamming into you with deliberate thrusts. “Mmmmhm.”
Suguru picked up after a couple rings, “What the hell, Satoru?”
“Shhh. There’s someone here who wants to talk to you.” A creamy ring started to form on the base of Satoru’s cock, your pussy absolutely sucking him in.
“I can hear you fucking someone, Satoru. This isn’t funny.” Suguru huffs.
“C’mon baby, say ‘hi’ to, Sugu’” He tells you as he holds the phone between the two of you.
“H—Hah… hi, Sugu’” you try to mumble.
“Y/N?! Satoru, no fucking way.” Suguru sats in disbelief.
“You’re listening to it.”
“Why? Wanna join?” Satoru picks up his pace. “Hear that, angel? Suguru wants to join ya!”
“No, dumbass. I’m going to clean up after you.”
“Bold of you to assume I can’t do that on my own.”
“I know you can. The question is will you.”
“Fine, we’re at the storage room behind the library on campus. Bring me new clothes.”
Satoru shrugs and drops the phone near your head so that Suguru would be able to hear all your pretty little noises. “Hah—Satoru!” You shriek, loud enough for Suguru to hear through the phone.
You could hear through the phone that Suguru was preparing to leave. “Be there in a bit, hang tight, baby girl.” He says before hanging up.
If it was even humanly possible, Satoru quickened his pace, the sound of skin to skin was relentless. “C’mon, baby, don’t be too loud. The walls aren’t too thin, but they’ll know if you scream.”
You clench around him harder, milking him for all he’s got. “Cu—Cumming, ‘Toru! Nyah~!”
He slammed into you as spurts of white coated your insides. Satoru didn’t even bother to pull out, and it wasn’t until now that you realized he wasn’t wearing a condom.
“We’d have such pretty babies, angel. With your hair and my eyes…” He whispered as he slowly exited your core. Even after his whole shaft was out, your hole clenched, trying to chase the high.
“Babies..?” You asked aloud. Tears start falling down your cheeks as the thought of being pregnant settles in.
Satoru smiles, his hand that was behind your head the whole time, guiding you back up to his chest as he props you onto his lap. “C’mon, baby. It wouldn’t be that bad.”
He kisses your cheek then caresses your hair. “Shhh..”You cry yourself to sleep as Satoru started to fuck his cum back into you with his fingers. You couldn’t waste any of your potential babies!
After making sure no one was left behind, he tasted his fingers once again. And fuck. Your fluids mixed with his? A match made in heaven. He could die happy if this were his last meal. What a fucking freak.
Then, someone knocks on the door. “It’s Suguru.” The person on the other side says.
Satoru unlocked the door, still naked.
“You didn’t even bother to put some clothes on?!” Suguru huffed, clearly displeased that he was flashed by his best friend.
He pushed Satoru away and closed the door. Immediately, he turned to you, who was fast asleep on the floor. The only thing separating you from the concrete was yours and Satoru’s clothes.
His eyes drifted down, and Satoru’s eyes followed. “You can fuck her, y’know. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”
“You’re sick, Satoru.” Suguru responds. His best friend only shrugs. “Did you fucking give her that wound on her neck?”
“What? No way. She said she was attacked by one of those sorority girls after that jackass from class posted the video.”
Suguru’s eyes notices the trail of cum leaving your abused cunny, and he confronts Satoru. “You know you gotta buy her plan B now, right?”
“Why the hell would I do that?” Satoru scoffs as he puts on the clothes that Suguru brought for him.
Suguru sighs and massages his temple before crouching down to deal with the mess Satoru made.
Ever since he was a child, he’s had everyone take care of everything for him. This wouldn’t be any different. Now, you were right in the middle of it all.
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