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GOTTA GET THE FRICTION ON! so ladies— yeah!?

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Gojo Satoru invites you in his Mercedes for some magic friction— and of course, as his assistant— you're willing to participate!

And I'm down to get the friction on So, ladies! (Yeah!) Ladies! (Yeah) If you wanna roll in my Mercedes (Yeah!) Then turn around! Stick it out!

𝗖𝗪: thigh riding, staining Gojo's pants, car fun, loyal assistant!Reader, ceo!Gojo, fīngering, multiple orgasms, Dom!Gojo (yet he pleads for you), pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweets), fem!Reader, whiny!Gojo, He wears a suit, talking you through it, dirty talk (He humiliates you), praising.

You were just walking him towards his car after he pleaded for you to guide him—Weird..

"Where's ijichi?" You can't help but ask as he opens the buildings exit door for you. "He has a day off, why?" You increased your pace—matching his. "Nothing." He nods.

He opens the cars back door, leading you in first, you froze in your place, tapping him on his back, "didn't you say-" he cuts you off, "get in, please." He punctuates, "after you." He clears his throat smiling.

The familiar scent of his air freshener hit your nostrils—no, his cologne actually—mixing with the air freshener.

You bury your head in his neck, muffling your moans as his hands grapple on your hips, pressing you down his muscular thighs— your panties discarded—you can't remember anymore.

Your arms wraps around his neck, rolling your addicting hips against him— oh so desperately. "Hmm, you're doing it so good," he hums, "prepping my meal like this is foul, don't you think?" He muses, his smirk widening against your shoulder

One of his hands goes lower than your hip, softly tapping on your bottom rear before—smack, smack, smack! He hums while doing you so dirty while talking you through it.

"come on baby, do it fasterr," he pleads, playfully tapping your ass. "'toru, please-" you chime, "tsk, tsk!, you have no patience, don't ya?" He chuckles. "No stopping until you stain me." He purposely punctuates in such a dirty way.

"but if you're good enough— ngh— might give you a hand—" he whispers lowly, the two of his hands press you deep on his thighs— the rough fabric of his pants interacting with your clit sending you in a blissful high.

You huff on his neck, your breath brushing through his suit. "Now, now, sweetheart, 'ts not over yet." His fingers brush against your abused cūnt, teasing your entrance. He lifts up his free hand, wriggling his long fingers— "you see, sweets, fingers are gonna fit into that cute pūssy of yours."

He grins, pushing his digits in— immediately scissoring to find that sweet button of yours. "Feel that, baby? You're doing so good while taking me in— 'm deep right inside of you, yeah?" He increases his pace, your squelching filling the whole space.

"she's talking to me—" he muses, intently watching him dwelling repeatedly into your warmth, "gonna come for me, sweetheart?" His thumb goes on to play with your clit, rolling addictive circles. "Close aren't ya?" You nod, leaning close to pull him in a searing kiss.

Your orgasm slowly coils in your abdomen— a pornographic moan slipping out of your lips. You lean on his body, heavily breathing. "Thank you so much, sweets." He murmurs, licking your slick off his digits— watching him in horror.

[sugarttoru]

WANNA GET DRŪNK AND NĀSTY? yeah.

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: your friend gojo gets wasted with his friends, you're the only one left sober— as a kind friend, you help him.

𝗖𝗪: dub-cōn, alcōhol consumption, Gojo is pūssydrūnk, dom!gojo, he speaks bad English and then speaks natively to reader during ykwim (w translations) and reader understands, dirty talk, talking through it, voice kink, humping, oral!fem receiving, tounge fūcking, overstim, passing out, after care, Gojo magically stays put while drunk (until you got home with him.)

“How am I gonna carry a man home?” You thought to yourself. You set him down on a bench Infront of the bar, "where's your phone, 'Jo?" He doesn't answer, a hiccup leaving his lips. "Lost it.. sorry.." you hear him murmur. You watch him sharply as he leans on the bench. "I'll call a taxi, alright? Stay put." He nods, crossing his arms. A few minutes passed by, you gently pat him on his back, leading him into the car— letting him in first.

You pull him close, letting his head lean on your shoulder. The whole ride stayed silent. Another minutes past by— "home, now..?" He asks, you take a peek over his face, his features rested as he continues to close his eyes— he's too tired to even open them— you felt pity. "Not yet." You simply replied. "okay.." you're surprised he's well behaved—

but currently, you wish you had never thought of that. You can't remember anything earlier, damn it. You cannot especially if his face is sandwiched between your plush thighs, eating you out so casually. Your hands— trembling and all sweaty manages to grapple on his soft white locks, repeatedly moaning his name.

"気分はいいですか?" (Are you feeling good?) You huff, sweat trailing down your forehead, you can't seem to formulate your words— he understands, further digging his tounge. "すごく美味しいですね…" (you taste so good...) he murmurs against you, sending further vibrations. "Sweet.. wan' more.." his fingers marks your hips, pulling you closer to his face— his tounge shamelessly ravaging your cunt.

"逃げないで、ベイビー." (No pulling away, baby.) His possessive hands hold your sweet cūnt close— you roll your eyes just by hearing him speaking his native language, your back arching at an imposible curvature. "please— あなたをもっと味わいたい!" (I want to taste you better!)

"Ngh- 'toru, 'm close!" You yell out, your orgasm churning in your stomach. You hump closer to his face, chasing your high. "Fuck.. fuck me.." you take a peek over his face— his eyebrows are knitted, his eyes are closed— he buries half of his face in your pūssy— "ngh-!" You moan out, your high washing over you and his face. He eagerly licks you clean, overstimulating you—

You feel lukewarm water wash over you, a pair of arms wrapping around your mushy, sore body. "Sorry, you now good?" He smiles oh so innocently at you, "yes.." you squeak, leaning back against him before closing your eyes once again.

A/n: gojo who is cannonly bad at speaking English has my heart.

[sugarttoru]

𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗥𝗧 ✰

Summary: “I'm wearing a miniskirt— But why are you the only one— Who doesn't notice?”

You're trying to charm the school's most popular boy along with his other admirers— can you?

𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Basketball player!Satoru Gojo

𝗖𝗪: female reader intended, reader is trying to seek for Satoru's attention/approval, jealously, self doubt, low self esteem, Gojo avoiding reader like a disease at some parts, Satoru gives you mixed signals, hurt, Mild playboy energy. 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀, Suguru scolding Satoru after acting weird to reader, mild Shoko x reader, lots of smacking from both parties, dirty minded reader.

Part 1 → next..

It was just said it's the universities welcoming of a new semester tomorrow. The athletes and the ones who are going to perform we're handing out their cards— promoting themselves or their group. You had collected almost everyone yet only one poster caught your eye— Satoru's group, formed with Suguru, Choso, Nanami, and Sukuna.

You held the poster in your hands, watching in awe. Then suddenly— “Ouch!” you yelp as you brace the back of your arm, the card falling from your hands as you continue to wince in pain. You just know that, that smack was personal.

You frown before a white haired man enters your perspective, apologizing yet doesn't even sound sincere!— mostly because he keeps giggling after, probably laughing at your face. You can't help but frown at him, "WHAT IS EVEN WRONG WITH YOU!" You can't help but yell at him, he doesn't even answer, leaving with his friends immediately. You try your best not to sob your anger out, the poster long forgotten as you run back to the dorms— running to Shoko.

"Shokooo..." You whine, rolling on your top bunk, "what is it again?" You hear Shoko groan, her fingers rapidly tapping on her phone screen repeatedly. "My back still hur-" she cuts you off by clearing her throat. "I'm not massaging your back, dumbass. Who even smacked you that hard?", "I don't 'nowww..", "then don't complain, I'm not a detectiv-"

you cut her off too, "no, do you not care about me anymore, shoshokoko?" You purposely whine, "I do," she pauses, her tone lowering as she gets seriously invested in the conversation. "but you're kind of acting stewped right now, do you get me?", "WHATT??", "yes, now please, shut up."

"Hmph, Shokooo." She drops her chopsticks on top of her bowl, "Whaaaaaat?" She mocks your whining, eliciting a groan from you. "I now remember who smacked me." You proudly grinned, "a white hair, and as tall as the Eiffel tower.", "get specific.." she glares at you, "and he kind of looks like the one in posters.. he looks good." She doesn't reply, the silence deafening, "Shoko, can you at least talk?"

"No. You have a crush on someone's grandpa, am I right?" She finally talks. Her hand grasps on the cold glass of water beside her, taking sips. "No, how on earth would someone's grandpa smack me so hard, and why would he wear a jersey-"

Shoko spits out her water, looking at you in disbelief, "Shokooo, that's disgusting!" You grab a tissue, "shut up, no actually, shut up. YOU MEAN THAT SATORU SMACKED YOU?" She draws a hand over her chest, acting like a sick Victorian child.

"Who tf is Satoru??" You continue to grab tissues, cleaning her mess. "His hands as heavy as foook, no wonder why you keep saying it hurts!", "Shoko!, you're describing it like it's dirty!" You shoot the used paper in the trash bin, a scowl visible on your face. "I'll tell you, I have a lot of things I know about that menace." You think she's sarcastic yet the seriousness in her tone says otherwise.

It's now the morning the welcoming starts— instruments spreads throughout the whole campus, starting a melody— a horrendous one in your opinion— Shoko agrees. 7AM on the dormitory rooms clock yet the peace had been disturbed by some cheers.

You groan, laying on your side as you grab a pillow to mask your uncovered ears— trying to mask the annoying music. "You know, girl— you should get up now-" you cut her off, "noo, I wanna sleep, it's too early." You whine. "7am isn't even early, get up and take a bath.", "are you telling me I stink?", "no, but you need to freshen up, dumbass.."

"11AM," Shoko answers your question, "at 12PM, another parade happens with majorettes.", "damn it, when will the players play?," "the basketball ones?", "yeah", "around 7pm." You glare at her as she casually answers, "what's your appropriate reason for waking me up at 7AM.." you managed to keep your cool, a sigh leaving your lips as you frown. "Get that scowl off your face, you're going to get wrinkles." You feel pointed out, smacking her behind her head— gently yet forcibly. "You're offending me, dumbass." You punctuate.

Someone yells just behind where you and Shoko we're sitting. "Yo!, What's up, Shoko!?" A man's voice rang out making Shoko — and you, who is a little bit curious. "It's the white haired man!" Shoko immediately glares at you, a chuckle eliciting from you nervously.

"Oh damn, I didn't know you were friends with a fine shyt- ouch man, what's wrong with you..?" You hear him yelp, your eyes darting to meet the man behind him— long black hair, and is almost as tall as the one with white locks, he smiles at you before dragging the other with him. You look at both of them, the black haired one seemingly scolding the one with the white locks. "What's wrong with them, Shoko?" You can't help but ask, you turn your head to Shoko, finding her leaning close to you, you jump. "Dumbass, there's dust on your hair" she casually reasons. "Then remove it appropriately!", "you're thinking dirty.."

A/n: I feel like this sucks

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[sugarttoru]

𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗥𝗧 ✰

Summary: “I'm wearing a miniskirt— But why are you the only one— Who doesn't notice?”

You're trying to charm the school's most popular boy along with his other admirers— can you?

𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Basketball player!Satoru Gojo

𝗖𝗪: female reader intended, reader is trying to seek for Satoru's attention/approval, jealously, self doubt, low self esteem, Gojo avoiding reader like a disease at some parts, Satoru gives you mixed signals, hurt, Mild playboy energy. College settings.

Introduction → next..

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