Something Something Breaching Containment

something something breaching containment

Get Your Passport, 'Cause We Runnin' Off

CHAPTER SUMMARY : the day of the big trip has arrived, and you're stuck with your bully for the whole ride there. maybe he'll be nice for a change...

boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro

WARNINGS : 18+, PG chapter tbh, daddy kink mention??, attempted/thwarted bullying.

WORDS : 3.9k

notes : every friday was a funny joke right guys? right?

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“Are you sure you don’t need a ride tomorrow?” Gojo queries as he helps fill your fridge and cupboards with food he picked up for you. It's his way of an apology without actually saying the pivotal words. He told Yuuji he’d look out for you, and he will keep his promise. A few groceries are bound to make him look good in both your eyes and the eyes of your boyfriend.

“Yeah I’m sure. Toji is picking me up from here and then there’s a coach to take us out of town for our field trip.” you inform him.

He offers a smirk and silences himself as he continues to empty the bags. It's a devious look, and you know he has something to say. You aren't sure if you even want to know, but there's just something so irritating about Satoru Gojo that makes you think you'll die if you don’t pry whatever it is out of him.

“Could the reason that you’re declining my offer be that I don’t have what Toji has?” he wonders. You quirk your eyebrow in confusion; hoping it will prompt him to continue. “I mean, Toji has a perfect doppelgänger, right? A mini me, closer to your age.”

“What are you implying, Gojo?” you speak, an accusatory tone bleaching your words.

“Do you… like Megumi?” he inquires.

You wish you never asked.

You can’t help but scoff at that. He couldn’t have found a more inappropriate tree to bark up. Like Megumi? You can barely even stomach looking at him. He’s evil incarnate and, quite frankly, you hate him. You’ve tried being nice to him. You’ve tried being cordial. There isn’t much you haven’t tried to make your life easier when it comes to Megumi, nothing works. So liking him is completely out of the question.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” you laugh, helping him with the last of the shopping so that you can shoo him out quicker. He watches you frantically pick everything up and put it away, he can tell what you’re doing.

Did he touch a nerve?

“I’m with Yuuji,” you halt, a revolted look in your eye informing him of your now soured mood. “I mean, are you… stupid? Megumi has been bullying me since he moved into my art class, actually. So, maybe you should—”

“Alright, alright. No need to get defensive.” he snickers, pulling a lollipop out of his jacket pocket to suckle on as he heads towards the exit.

“I’m not being defensive. You’re being annoying.”

“Yeah? Well why is it that you’d rather take a ride with Papaguro over me. Is it him you like?” he pushes. It’s like he’s trying to make you snap.

“I. Have. A. Boyfriend!” you remind him, yet again, “Toji is hot, yes, in a friend’s dad calling you kiddo type of way. I guess. But he’s just that, a dad. He treats me like his own kid, and I have no interest in him passed being friends.” you explain, hoping to satiate Gojo’s curiosity enough to make him drop the subject.

“Do you call Yuuji daddy when you fuck? Giving off major kink vibes right now, sweetheart.”

“Get out.” you demand.

“Huh? Wait I was just—”

“Out! Gojo, out! You’re done. Get out of my house.” you tell him with a completely straight face. He holds his hands up in surrender as he makes his way towards your front door to leave. You’ve never met anyone as insufferable as Gojo in your life. Not even Megumi is as bad as him. You watch him from your door as you see him walk towards his car. When he opens the door, you decide to offer him some parting words. “Toji doesn’t like you very much, it’s like he doesn’t trust you. And I’m not sure if I do either.”

“Do you know what Toji did to his own kid? Abandoning him after his mother died?” he questions.

“Yeah. I do.”

“And you trust that guy and not me? Tch.” he sits behind the wheel and starts up his car. “Thought you were smarter than that, babe. I’ll see you around.”

The wait for Toji to pick you up is nauseating. It’s your first ride with both him and Megumi in the car. The younger Fushiguro had opted to catch a ride into school with his sister when he heard the news of Toji becoming your new chauffer. But with Tsumiki at work and zero desire to risk taking the bus and missing the coach, his dad became the safest option.

He sits in the back, much to your surprise, giving him the freedom to manspread across the backseat. Toji couldn’t coax many words out of you, your nerves were shot. Of course you said good morning and told him that you were doing okay, but that was as much as he could get.

“Be nice to her today, shit head.” Toji orders. He laughs when he feels Megumi kick the back of his seat in protest.

You shake it off. Everything. His voice, Megumi’s defiance. It all crumbles away as you look out of the window and pretend you’re a cloud.

“Looks like rain…” you sigh. They both hear you, but neither of them comments. The sky couldn’t be bluer and the sun is blaring down. Even the sidewalks are hot to the touch if you were to walk on them with bare feet.

“I’m serious Megumi. No funny shit today, best behaviour.”

“Tell him I’ve been nice to you so he shuts his fucking mouth. I’ve not been giving you any shit, have I?” Megumi speaks, kicking the back of your seat, eagerly awaiting a response. You sigh, and smile. But why should you keep covering for him? Today is going to be hellish whether he leaves you alone or not.

May as well get him in trouble with his darling dad.

“Are you counting when you locked us in the bathroom together? Or the other day when you when you called me an entitled bitch? Besides that, no. You’ve been so lovely to me ‘Gumi.” you hum, continuing to look out of the window.

The argument that breaks out between them goes completely over your head. The only thing on your mind is the sky. You wonder what colour the sky is where Yuuji is right now. Will he look at it and think of you, too? What is the sky like for him? Are you even on his mind? You wish he’d call, you long to hear his voice.

“Little bastard. I know you’re stupid, but I’m wonderin’ now if you’re fuckin’ deaf too. Because I’m sure I’ve told you to quit picking on her.” Toji scolds.

“I’ve done worse. Snitch.” he mutters under his breath.

“Listen to me, Megumi. Leave her the fuck alone. I won’t tell you again. She hasn’t done shit to you so stop making her life difficult for no God damn reason. Thought Yuuji was your friend, so what the fuck is all this for?” Toji continues as he keeps looking in the mirror so that he can stare at his son. It goes ignored as Megumi slumps back into himself and plays his music through his headphones loud enough to deafen the world around him. “Why didn’t you tell me about all that shit he did, princess?” he asks. You shrug your shoulders, ignoring him similarly to how Megumi was.

What a pair of brats.

He lets you both out of the car and stops you both from going anywhere before he says what he needs to say.

“You. Best fuckin’ behaviour or I’ll kick the shit out of you when you get home.” he warns his son as he ruffles his hair. He leaves right after that, heading in the direction of the coach eager to get a good seat. “And you, princess, call me if anything happens. I’ve got a meeting later but other than that I’m free. I’ll drive down to wherever the fuck you’re going and pick you up myself if he acts up.”

“I’ll be fine, Toji. Enjoy your day.”

“Yeah, you too.” he smiles, “Have a safe trip, kiddo.”

You feel yourself smiling and blood rushing to your face at the new nickname he’s bestowed upon you. It wouldn’t have made you as giddy if not for your meaningless conversation with Gojo.

Kiddo, huh? How embarrassing.

Maybe he was right about you having a daddy kink, after all.

You’ll have to let Yuuji know when you speak to him.

The coach is full of students and teachers, and most of the best seats are taken. Though, you do manage to find two unoccupied seats together, you manage to snag them before anyone else does.

Megumi is a few rows ahead of you on the opposite side of the bus; you catch him looking over his shoulders a few times at you. A furious deathly glare in his eyes, clearly still bitter over you ratting him out to Toji this morning.

He’s sitting alone, too, like he often does.

It surprises you that the mean girls of your class aren’t fawning over him.

And almost as if you summoned them, you feel a tug on your hair from behind. The redhead. The blonde traps you in by the window as she takes a seat beside you. Your heart is racing.

You’re sick of this.

Sick of them.

Sick of everything.

And having these two harass you the entire way is going to make this an even longer journey than it already is.

“Maybe we could ditch the group and have some cocktails.” the redhead jokes from behind you. “We had a great time last time we all got drunk together, right?” she snickers, earning a laugh from her friend in the process.

They become stiff and polite in an instant, and you don't even notice. You're too focused on using the window as your escape once more, imagining yourself as a drifting cloud with the hope it'll help you drown out their cruel words for the rest of the journey.

You gasp when you feel fingers digging into the fat of your underarm, gripping harshly enough to make you yelp.

“Get off me!” you shout.

You assume it's one of the girls trying to hurt you.

But you're wrong. Very wrong.

It's Megumi.

Is he trying to rescue you?

He tilts his head in the direction of the seats he's sitting in, telling you that he wants you to come with him. Noting that Megumi often chose words over actions, you decide he was the lesser of two evils and go with him. You pick up his backpack that he used to save your seat and get yourself comfortable beside the window.

“Is there a reason that you two keep bugging her? I asked you for one favour that you couldn’t even fucking follow. Are you trying to make up for it?” Megumi wonders. He speaks in hushed tones, but it’s still loud enough for you to hear.

“We’re doing it for you, babe! We know you hate her, and—”

“I’m not gonna fuck either of you, y’know? I was using you. And I didn’t fucking ask you to do anything for me after the club. Leave me and leave her alone.”

They both look at you with disdain. You can’t help but laugh, quickly covering your mouth and looking out of the window to disguise it. Their expressions are too funny not to laugh at.

They're acting as if you casted some witchcraft over Megumi to make him turn on them. If they had any common sense, they’d realise he is just an asshole who uses people to get what he wants. His thigh rests against yours when he sits back down. It’s nice, for some reason, feeling caged in by someone as threatening as Megumi.

He’s done this before in a way that sent fear directly to your heart. He did it to intimidate you.

But this… is different. It’s protective.

His head rests back against the tall back of the coach seats as he listens to his music. His head lolls to the side, and for whatever reason he decides to open his eyes.

And, of course, he’s greeted to the sight of the girls. His eyes roll and he proceeds to flip them off, clearly done with entertaining them for a second longer.

“Why did you do that, Megumi?” you ask, genuinely curious as to why he decided to save you from them.

“Shut up. Listenin’ to my music.” he hisses back.

You shrug your shoulders, knowing it’s best not to push him. You reach down to pick up your sturdy tote bag and pull out a colour by numbers book and a pack of felt tip pens.

You hear him scoff when you pull down the tray on the back of the seat in front of you so that you can start to colour in. It goes over your head, though, instead of making a biting remark you simply flip him off with a smile.

You hear him clear his throat and turn his body away from you. His eyes flutter closed, and you can only assume he’s trying to nap. It’s fair enough, you think, the coach trip is three hours long. Maybe he didn’t get much sleep last night.

He grunts as he turns back to face you. Though he seems a little disoriented. Does he realise he fell asleep? He’d been lightly snoring for ten minutes.

He looks down at your colouring book, grunting in disapproval as you continue doing your best to remain within the black lines.

“God I fucking hate you.” he mutters.

“Excuse me? You’re the one who dragged me over here!” you snap back.

“Yeah, that was before I knew you were the type of person to colour things in wrong. Why is the fucking dolphin purple?” he laughs a little as he speaks, clearly amused with himself as he berates your colouring skills.

“I like purple. It’s cute!”

“Give me a page, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“Huh?”

“Give me a page.”

“You want me to rip out a page of my brand new—”

“I’m bored! Give me one to colour in properly.” he demands.

You flip through the pages heading towards the back. There are a few pages you want to do yourself, so you refrain from tearing them. He studies your face and the changes in expression as you see pages you like and want to keep for yourself. Until finally, you find a page with a lion in the wild. It’s so cute, you almost don’t want to give him it. But before you can change your mind, he snatches the book out of your hand and tears it out carefully himself.

“Hey!” you object, but it’s too late.

“Shut up. You’d only ruin it anyway. You know lions aren’t green, right?”

“You shut up.” you moan at him, returning to the page you’d been colouring and dipping your fingers into your pack of felt tips to get another pen. You barely blink before they’re missing from your hands and have been stolen by Megumi as he fishes around looking for a colour he needs. “Those are mine!”

“Heard of sharing?” he responds.

“You’re meant to ask if you can share.” you inform him. “You are the worst art student I’ve ever met. Don’t you have anything of your own?”

“Just shut up and colour your stupid purple dolphin, princess. Be a good girl and share your pens.” he teases as he begins to fill in the lions fur in a golden yellow.

You cannot stand how easily he can get into your head. Because now you are second guessing yourself and your decision. Maybe a purple dolphin wasn’t the brightest idea. But you do like purple! It takes more than a moment to calm the storm in your mind as you battle against his words and your feelings.

There are tons of artists who used colour ‘incorrectly’. Henri Matisse’s Femme au Chapeau springs to mind in a vividly clear image. You decide that you won’t stop there. Every single colour you are about to choose will be ‘wrong’. Why not make the sea pink and the trees blue? Maybe the sand will be red and the sky yellow? It’s your God damn colouring book that you paid for with your own money.

Colouring alone passes an entire hour. Megumi can’t believe his eyes when you show him your finished page. You have a prideful look on your face. And he nods. Is that… approval?

“I actually don’t hate it.” he tells you.

“Thanks. I think?”

He presents his own, looking slightly disappointed in comparison to yours. It’s wrong, but so very right. It’s fun and exciting to look at. His, on the other hand, is boring. It’s how it should be, but it isn’t as entertaining as yours.

“Give me another one, I wanna make it like yours.” he demands.

“A please wouldn’t hurt once in a while.”

He takes your book from you, looking for a page he’d like to colour in. His fingers hover over an elephant you had your eye on. You’re begging that he doesn’t tear it to colour in himself. You scrunch your eyes as you prepare to hear the all too recognisable sound of paper ripping. But instead, a simple ‘tch’ leaves his lips as he flips the page.

“Please may I take this page?” he asks, pointing at a bear in the woods. You nod, grateful that you have the elephant all to yourself. You both get to work, and you are both filled with glee as he begins to colour the friendly brown bear in a sky blue colour. You decide to colour your elephant red, although you regret it almost instantly. You hope you’ll be able to fix it.

“So, you still haven’t told me why you saved me from those girls.” you remind him, prodding for information as to why he decided to be your knight in shining armour.

“So?”

“Why did you rescue me?” you bluntly ask.

“Why did you rat me out to my dad this morning?” he questions back. It steals your breath for a moment, you have no idea what to say.

Why did you do it? You’re just mad at the world, you suppose. He hadn’t actually done anything particularly awful. Nothing to scare you or force a lump in your throat, so you had no reason to tell Toji. But you did. You’re suffering without Yuuji. Why should you be the only miserable one?

“Why did you call me ‘Gumi?” he torments with a sinister smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry about this morning. And, thank you for saving me. It’s been tough since Yuuji left, and—”

“I don’t care.” he tells you, pulling his headphones back over his ears as he starts to colour again. You shrug, assuming you won’t hear from him again until he finishes his up-and-coming masterpiece. “You piss me off, y’know?”

“Feelings mutual, trust me.”

“Listen. I’ve never had a friendship with a girl before. I just sleep with ‘em, normally. But you’re not a dumb cunt on legs like the rest. I wanted to try with you, for Yuuji, but you’re so fucking nosy.” he informs you.

“You’re disgusting. You’d known me all of two minutes and decided I was a good for nothing whore. I didn’t do anything to deserve any of the things you did to me.” you tell him, doing your best to keep your volume lowered so nobody around would be able to hear you.

“Maybe, maybe not. I don’t like talking about my personal life with anyone and you just… you know. Anyway. My dad’s a selfish asshole but he’s trying, and that’s because of you. So I suppose I should be thanking you for that, at least. And he wants me to be nice to you, so that’s why I saved you. I’m sure if you grew a fucking backbone you’d be able to handle them yourself.”

“I used to have a backbone until you started bullying me and destroyed my confidence.” you whined at him, earning a chuckle.

“I said I’m done with you, with that. I don’t know why I’m so desperately craving Toji’s approval but here we are. I can’t help but hate you, but I’ll have your back when it comes to those two. And… if I’m mean, I’m just fucking with you.”

“Shut up.”

“If my dad likes you there must be something off about you. He’s shady. Dangerous.” Megumi tells you. You shake your head, dismissing him.

“Toji is a big teddy bear. He doesn’t scare me, but you do.” you hum. “You’re fucked up and you know it. I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you and I’m sure it won’t be long before you’re making my life hell again.”

“Teddy bear? Ugh. You’re not fucking him, are you? My dad?” he fake gags as he thinks about it a little longer than he intended.

“Why do people keep asking if I have a crush on your dad?” you whisper to yourself. But, you’re a fool, because of course Megumi heard you. He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your accidental statement. “Gojo.”

“Fuck sake, those two. Ignore him, they’ll both do anything to one up each other.” Megumi huffs, a disapproving shake of his head punctuating his statement.

“So you go way back with Gojo too, like Yuuji? How do you know him?”

“See, nosy.” he scoffs. “A story for another day, maybe. Or just ask your new best friend Toji when we next carpool.” he mocks you, finally blocking you out with his headphones again as he pours all of his focus into his bear colouring.

It’s such a small world.

How have you found yourself falling into this tight knit circle of family and friends who all seem to know each other? It’s crazy that they are all so close and yet so far.

Megumi and Toji are father and son but they are practically worlds apart in terms of closeness. Yuuji hates Megumi like he thought he never could. The Fushiguro’s are both related to your ex Naoya. And Toji, Yuuji and Megumi all have a connection to Gojo.

Megumi mentioned that Toji is shady and dangerous, but you don’t get that vibe from him at all.

Gojo on the other hand has an incredibly seedy aura about him. He’s sweet to you, sure, but why? Just because Yuuji told him to be? Is anyone really that nice? It’s like he’s going above and beyond to make both you and Yuuji happy. You can’t tell how Megumi feels about the white haired menace, but you know that Toji loathes him.

Why?

What the fuck is going on with the men in your life?

© 2022 fuwushiguro | © 2024 rinhaler

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hi friends 🫶 sorry I haven’t posted in a little, life is kicking my butt

I know you guys don’t know a whole lot about me but my husbands gone this whole month for work & we move houses next week & I’m trying to start my own business while still working my full time job & sometimes writing just feels like another job on top of that

reading fics is the only time my brain gets a break recently I’m afraid :(

I want to write another one like this, it was so fun for me. Someone recommend a song or send something to my inbox pls 🩷🩷

good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught !

ft. Satoru Gojo - MDNI 18+ - not proof read, sorry

“Cause in the back of the room where nobody looks, she’ll be with her boyfriend…they’re not reading books!”

you and Satoru decided to take as many college courses together as you could because your family didn’t exactly approve of him coming around often and you wanted to see him. Sneaking around has been a pain in the ass, especially as both 19 year olds with a very high sex drive. You happen to be in a freshman lecture hall, a history class needed for a general education requirement. Gojo told you what he wanted you to wear today (and of course you’re a good girl so you listen!!) Making heads turn all over campus with your perfectly curled hair, manicured nails, wearing a short black skirt and a pink sweater with knee high socks. You knew that guys on campus had an eye for you, but god, why would you look anywhere when there was Satoru Gojo?

You get to class later than Gojo today which is honestly shocking but you opt to sit with him in the back right corner of the lecture hall nobody pays attention in. His mouth all but waters when you walk in, your tits slightly bouncing as you happily walk up to him and do a spin to show off your outfit. “Look at you!” He coos but his thoughts are so much dirtier. As you sit down next to him and begin taking out your class materials from your bag his hand creeps up your bare thigh and he whispers, “such a good girl, I think you get a reward for listening to me.” His low sultry voice sends chills down your spine as you feel his hot breath against your ear. You blush, thinking about the last earth shattering sex you had in the private family bathroom of the arts building on campus last week. Satoru’s slender strong fingers slightly brush the tips against your thighs as he watches you try to hold onto your composure, but knowing you want this just as bad as him. Luckily with how you’re positioned in this corner, nobody else will be able to see what you two are doing under the desk. You wonder if Gojo had already scoped that out or if he did this with another girl before. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Satoru presses the tips of his pointer and middle finger against the wet patch of your lace thong. He whispers “what color did you wear for me princess?” Your breath hitches as he moves the panties to the side to directly touch your wetness now. “Pink,” you say under your breath as you feel his middle finger creep inside your entrance. Your tight little cunt immediately grows wetter at the feeling of your boyfriend inside you, let alone in public like this. He maneuvers his hand so he is able to pump two fingers into you while he rubs against your clit. You’re drooling, covering your mouth with the soft sleeves of your baby pink sweater. The professor is talking about some boring shit you’ll catch up on later, but you just hope it doesn’t get too quiet in the room so the people around you don’t hear your obscene pussy squelches. Satoru adds a third finger to really watch you squirm, sitting there with a smug grin on his face, eyes hidden behind his round black sunglasses. Luckily your professor plays a YouTube video about something you couldn’t care less about, and the volume is a little too loud in the room over the loud speakers. Your rebel boyfriend takes this opportunity to speed up his motions, curling his fingers up into the spot that makes you whimper. He wants to ruin you. Rip your knee highs, steal your panties, smudge your lipstick, and get rid of your good girl reputation. His eyes roll to the back of his head thinking about it, and he has to suppress a moan at how wet you are. At this point your head is in your hands, not wanting anyone to see your pathetic face or hear your whorish whimpering. Satoru leans over knowing how close you are and demands, “cum for me darling, cum for me in this classroom like the little slut you are.” His voice sends you over the edge, your cunt clenching around his fingers and juices dripping down his fingers and on your chair. The lights come back on as the youtube video ends and Satoru gets to see just how disheveled you look. Rosy cheeks and swollen bottom lip from biting down on it so hard, you stare into his eyes with your mouth slightly agape, still catching your breath. He removes his fingers bringing two of them up to his mouth and you watch him suck them clean and leave his pointer finger still with your wetness on it and sticks it into your mouth. Your eyes are wide in shock but you lick it clean. Soon after class is dismissed and you realized you hadn't learned a single thing. You huff packing your things when your bad boy boyfriend chimes in, "Come back to my place, we can go over all the stuff we missed."

“Cause every night she studies hard in her room (at least that's what her parents assume!) but she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend, here’s what she told me the time that I caught her!”

As a sheltered, spoiled, princess, you still live at home and commute to college. That is part of the reason that your relationship with Gojo has been so...complex. He basically gets off to the fact he is corrupting you and you want to break out of your good girl mold so bad. You tell your parents that you have a midterm the next day, so you really need to study and for them to please don't interrupt. You've never given your parents a reason to doubt you, so why would they come check on you? However your midterm was actually next week, and Satoru was picking you up down the street to sneak around. You leave music playing on your laptop like you normally do when you're studying and unlock your window. Luckily your bedroom is on the bottom floor of the house, and you've prepared so you have a little step stool hidden to get in and out of the window gracefully. You wear tight flared jeans, a cropped babydoll tee that has the Bratz logo and a light jacket over top since it is still brisk. You jog down the street and Satoru turns his head lights back on as soon as he sees you. As soon as your in the passenger seat his lips find your neck, "fuck it's good to see you," he grumbles taking a deep inhale of your perfume.

"Where are we going?" you ask taking your phone out of your back pocket and buckling your seat belt. "Don't worry that pretty little head princess, I have it figured out." Gojo u-turns and starts driving on roads you haven't been on despite living here your whole life. You end up at a cemetery of all places, but a beautiful cemetery that overlooks the whole city and is very secluded. As he parks he pulls out his weed pen, and he waves it in front of your face, knowin how your eyes light up when you see it. "Be a good girl and get in the back seat and I'll let you use it." You climb over the center console to the back of his surprisingly spacious luxury car, and he has to give into his temptation of smacking your ass while you're bent over for him like that, giggling at how easily you submit to him. He opts to get out of the driver seat and go through the back door, handing you the pen and letting you take a rip. Despite the good girl persona, you can handle your weed and look beautiful doing it. You pass it back and forth a few times, watching tiktoks together. Satoru gives into the temptation and begins kissing your ear, neck, and collar bone as he tries to seduce you. (hint: he succeeds). Soon he has your shirt off, to his surprise with no bra under it. "God, you were just waiting to strip for me weren't you?" He smirks as his hands caress your chest, rubbing his thumbs over your hardened nipples. Your hand reaches down to start rubbing him through his black jeans. He unbuttons your jeans and strips them off to leave you patiently sitting with just your maroon g-string left on, the cold leather of the seats heightening your senses even more. Satoru starts stripping his all black ensemble, pulling you onto his lap when it is just his black boxer briefs left. His tongue pushes into your mouth taking control of the heated kiss. You have one hand on the back of his neck and the other pressing up against the back window which has already started to fog up. Your hips grind against him, his hands situation on your ass to help your rhythm, although you hardly need it. Being on top and trying to take charge has brought you a whole new thrill, running your long nails down his chest as you move your mouth to his pale neck skin. Satoru has give you enough hickies that you've had to figure out how to hide, so it might as well be time to pay him back. Sucking, licking, and biting at his sensitive skin has him breathing heavier. He takes this opportunity to slide his fingers down from your ass cheeks to your core, rubbing your wet mound over the little fabric there. You moan into him as you lick a stripe up his adam's apple. Satoru swears there is a new, different, look in your eyes tonight, and he can't help but love it.

"Fuck, my naughty girl, I love it." he whispers seductively in your ear. You pull at the waist band of his boxers, signifying that you can't wait any longer. "Wan' you inside 'Toru," you moan as his fingers circle around your wet hole and clit. He lifts your hips up just enough to slide down his boxers, his hard length slapping against his stomach when he does, making you smile. You waste no time spitting on your hand to lubricate his cock for a few pumps, making him throw his head back against the headrest. You position him at your entrance rubbing his tip against your clit a few times just to tease him. He wonders if you'll be able to handle this position, after all he is larger than the average male even if you have ridden a dick before. You begin sliding down him inch by inch, taking more as he praises you, "good girl, good fucking girl." Satoru watches your face contort from pleasure to pain and back again as you slide the whole way down, feeling his tip perfectly snug up against your cervix. You slowly work your way back up and down, with help from Satoru's grip on your hips. He is going crazy at how good you look, wanting to fuck you so hard you cant walk tomorrow, but he knows he can't do that in this position. "Baby girl, you've done so so good. Can I take over now?" You sigh with a little relief, your legs were getting sore. "Yes please," you desperately look up at him, obsessed with the way he dicks you down. Satoru lifts you off his cock which is now slick and drenched, and he flips you over to you are on you knees, hands up against the car door and bent over slightly. Not only did you love doggy, but Satoru was a little too tall for most other positions in the car. He takes his time, spreading your cheeks and looking at "his holes" before spitting and watching it drip down you, and a little landing on the leather seat. He presses his tip back up against your tight hole, "are you ready pretty girl?" He coos while rubbing his free hand over your soft ass cheek before leaving a harsh slap, making you yelp. "I asked are you ready?" His tone seemed to be mocking you with the way he knew you would respond. "Y-yes sir!" you whimpered out, cause him to smile and push his hard length inside you again. After a few slow strokes he picks up a relentless pace, your cheek rubbing up against the fogged window with every thrust. "mmm, fuck yes, my nasty little girl," Satoru moaned pushing your head up against the car door (gently) while caressing the little tears slipping out from your eyes watering. He knew when your eyes started watering from pleasure, you would be reaching your limit soon. He backed you up, saying "face down baby," and you knew what that meant. You stuck your ass up for him and arched your back beautifully, him bullying into you hitting your favorite spot. Your moans were uncontrollable now, loud and making Satoru's cock throb. Your nails left light scratch marks against the leather seats, something he would normally be upset about, but how could he be mad about this? It was something to remember you by. Completely mesmerized by the view in front of him, he almost missed the way you choked out, "T-Toru, I'm.. coming!" And you arched your back even further as your pleasure reached a new high, releasing a high pitched whimper/cry of "Satoruuu", which sent your boyfriend over the edge, him pulling out quickly to coat your lower back with his hot cum. "Fuck, fuck, yes, y/n, good girl," his moans and grunts were quieter than yours, you barely heard them in your dazed post-orgasm state. He grabbed his phone off the front seat, "stay like that darling," and took a picture with the flash, and hit the send button to his group of bad boy fuck boys, loving that you were happy to be showed off.

“She said to me, "forget what you thought, ‘cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught!"

You walked into a shared class with Satoru and noticed a few more eyes on you than normal. You had a big election coming up for Student Government so you thought maybe people had seen your campaign. You went to the bathroom since you had a few minutes before class started, adjusting your cute blazer and skirt duo and making sure your hair and makeup looked just right. Two girls walked in and started giggling at you, which was when you realized that something was probably wrong. You head back to the classroom where Satoru still isn't but his friends Shoko and Suguru were sitting near your seats. You whisper "Hey, do you guys know if something is wrong? I haven't seen Satoru yet and everyone's been giving me weird looks." The pair look at each other cautiously before Shoko slides you her phone open to twitter. Sure enough, a video of you giving Satoru head in a classroom on campus and he proceeds to fuck you on a desk has gotten out. "Oh. my. god." Your face turns red and you look up to the adjacent friends with concern.

"Sorry you had to find out this way... Satoru's phone got stolen and hacked..." Suguru averts eye contact now that he has seen what your eyes look like while you have his best friends cock in your mouth.

Speak of the devil, your boyfriend walks in looking worse than ever (which says something because he always looks perfect). The second he meets your eyes he hugs you and kisses your forehead. "I'm sorry... I understand if you blame me." Sure, you're embarrassed but you can't be too upset with your sweet boyfriend, the whole school has seen his cock as well as your body so you're kind of in this together. You muster up a smile, "It's fine Satoru," and with that Shoko and Suguru turn back around to their seats and leave the conversation. Satoru holds your hand throughout the whole class while you scroll through twitter to see the damage. One user named Toji_Fushi replied to the video, "I guess the good girl persona of her's is up. She has my vote" He must be an upper classman that has heard of and seen you that you don't know. Another user, meixmei responded to his tweet saying, "good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught."

So just turn around and forget what you saw, ‘cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught!”

Well, the aftermath of the video wasn't everything you thought. Your parents were so upset they told you to find somewhere to stay for a while. That's when you told them about your boyfriend Satoru, a bad boy that your family had heard of well enough. Your mother gasped and father shook his head. His black sports car pulls in the driveway right on cue and you take the few bags you packed and waltz out the front door. To your surprise, Satoru got out of the car, walked up to your shocked parents and shook their hands before slapping your ass as you put the bags in the trunk and taking you back to his apartment.

You won the student government election, you think it was just because guys found you even more irresistible. Satoru tried to convince you you're a great person and you still can be his good girl, even if other people think you're a bad girl now.

Satoru is so glad he accidentally sent that video of you two to his friends, even though he doesn't know who leaked it, he has you in the palm of his hands. But, that isn't something you ever have to find out!

Plus, the videos of you two have really gotten popular on this new site, OnlyFans. You don't mind being bad if it's with him.