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ptergwen · 2 years

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hey val :D,

i heard your requests were open and jumped to rq. could you please write something about petey being a needy clingy attention whore (me lol). i imagine him being like a puppy. he’s a stubborn bb and he just doesn’t stop trying. like throughout the day he just wants the readers attention in whatever form ( wink wink, suggestive tones if you want ). like a puppy even if it doesn’t initially go the way he wants he just tries again with his trademark petey golden retriever optimism.

thank you <333

(p.s i luv legit all of ur writing ur so talented)

the magic word

gif by fassbender !

w/c: i’ll tell u later lolsies

warnings: lots and lots and lots of suggestiveness, implied smut, and swearing

a/n: hi lovely thank you so much <3 boy did i have fun with this one lmfhshjshs i love clingy peter the mostest he’s such a cutie and i hope you enjoy as much as i did :,) happy reading

peter notices first thing when he wakes up that you aren’t in his arms. you’d gone to sleep curled up to him, your bare bodies flush against one another’s. now, you’re all the way on the other side of the bed and hugging your pillow instead of peter.

a frown overtakes peter’s features. your back is to him, so he shuffles up behind you. he holds you close to him, nestling his face into your hair. he lets out a happy little sigh when he breathes in the familiar scent of your conditioner.

you’re usually the first one up, but you’re exhausted from last night’s activities. there are reminders of them etched onto your neck, littering both your hips; love bites. peter received quite a few of his own from you in return.

he moves your hair aside and tenderly pecks each of the marks on your neck. he keeps you warm in your peaceful slumber, strong arms looped around your middle. there’s nothing peter cherishes more than mornings like this.

he’s eventually lulled back to sleep by the sounds of your breathing, matching his inhales and exhales with yours as he drifts off once again.

the next time peter awakes, you’re no longer beside him. there’s only an indent in the mattress from where you laid. he hmphs at the emptiness of your snared bed.

peter finally rolls out of the bed, seeing no use in staying in it without you here to cuddle. he picks up his pile of discarded clothes from the floor. his t-shirt is missing, prompting him to squint quizzically at the pile. without thinking much of it, he throws on his boxers and a pair of socks before leaving the bedroom to look for you.

“babe? where’d you go?” peter calls for you. he pads down the hall, rubbing his tired eyes. “kitchen!” you call back.

peter enters the kitchen half-naked and with his curls messier than you’ve ever seen them. although, he’s wearing more clothes than you’d left him with. you admire the hickeys scattered about his skin.

“there you are,” peter perks up, giving you a once over from across the room. “and there’s my shirt.”

you’re leaned against the counter, eggs cooking on the stove. surely enough, his missing t-shirt hangs comfortably off your frame. you smirk.

“what, you want it back?” you retort. you begin to lift the fabric by its hem, and peter doesn’t stop you. “go ahead, it’ll level the playing field,” he encourages. “you’re unbelievable,” you chuckle out, turning around to check on your eggs. “you’re a tease,” peter rasps in his morning voice.

he walks the short distance over to the stove. you can feel his body heat radiating onto you from where he stands. his hands find their place on your hips, chin resting on your shoulder. his lips pepper your cheek in soft kisses. you fetch a spatula to scramble your eggs, grinning to yourself as peter plants a kiss on the corner of your lips.

peter stands on his tiptoes and cranes his neck to reach your lips better, but you shove at his chest to stop him.

“pete, i’m cooking,” you remind him. “don’t care,” he dismisses, pulling your hips against him. you bite back your growing smile. “aren’t you hungry? you’re always hungry,” you play coy. “i am,” peter confirms. he manages to sneak a peck at your lips. “for you,” he finishes.

“like you didn’t get enough of me last night,” you remark, turning off the stove once the eggs are cooked to your liking. “what can i say? i’m insatiable,” peter agrees.

he trails open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, peeking over at you to see your reaction. unfazed, you divide the eggs in half and plate them. you then head over to the toaster with peter still clinging onto you. he kisses back up to your lips while you retrieve two slices of toast from it, continuing to ignore his attempts.

a whimper escapes peter when you pry yourself free from his arms. you drop the toast on the plates.

“how about some breakfast to satisfy that appetite of yours?” you suggest. “butter’s on the table. hot sauce, too. you want any fruit?” you ask him. peter pouts at you, a smile of feigned innocence on your lips. “coffee?” you question.

peter gives you one last chance to take his hints, but you offer his plate to him instead.

“i’m okay. thanks for breakfast, baby,” peter murmurs, grabbing his plate from you. “anytime, my love,” you reply and give him a quick kiss on his cheek.

you fix yourself a cup of coffee as peter seats himself at the kitchen table. he stabs a fork into his plain eggs and chews, watching you longingly. the way you sway your hips side to side as you pour in milk, how your shirt rides up more and more with every movement.

your giggle when you catch him staring.

god, your laugh is music to his ears.

“enjoying the view?” you joke as you join peter at the table. peter eagerly nods. “i love seeing you in my clothes,” he affirms, a goofy grin stretching across his lips. “i love seeing you without them, too,” he adds. “eat your food,” you laugh out, pushing peter’s plate towards him.

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding. i mean… no, i’m not, but,” he stammers. blush tints his cheeks. “but seriously. you look really cute,“ he compliments, tugging at the collar of your shirt. you wink at him over your coffee cup, sipping from your straw. “thanks, pete. your outfit’s not too shabby, either,” you return.

your fingers brush over his shirtless torso, leaving goosebumps as they go.

you fill peter in on your plans for today for the remainder of your meal, but he struggles to listen. his mind is elsewhere.

in the gutter.

“whatcha doin’?” peter appears in the bedroom.

you’ve gotten dressed for the day, courtesy of the fresh load of laundry dumped out atop your bed. you hold up the blouse you’re currently folding in response to peter’s question.

“laundry,” you tell him. “i did yours, too. here.” you toss a flannel at peter’s chest. peter catches it with his face scrunched in disapproval. “what’s this for?” he plays dumb. you answer by throwing him a pair of jeans next. “gotta leave something to the imagination, hm?” you hum. “reverse sexism,” peter gasps, earning a giggle from you.

you put away your neatly folded blouse in your drawer, peter’s doe eyes fixated on your form. you don a skirt and a matching sweater that he realizes belongs to him. it’s a turtleneck, to cover up the many hickeys he gave you. peter’s heart soars at you wearing his clothes again.

you place the rest of your laundry back in your hamper before plopping down on the bed. you have a pair of sneakers in hand.

“y’look pretty, baby. going somewhere?” peter wonders. he sits down next to you and pats his thigh, signaling for you to give him your foot. “thanks, pete. lunch with betty and mj, remember i told you?” you respond, peter tying up your shoelaces.

no.

“yeah, totally. right,” peter assures you. “could i come?”

he’s flashing you that perfectly adorable, comically wide smile of his. it’s the one that makes you swoon every time without fail, the one he knows you can’t resist.

“sorry, no boys allowed,” you inform him. you switch feet once peter finishes lacing your sneaker. “since when?” peter’s smile dwindles. “since betty and ned are on a break again and she needs some girl time,” you explain, waving around your foot that peter has been neglecting.

“they broke up?” peter gawks. “yeah, but you know that never lasts long,” you shrug. “i just told you at breakfast,” you repeat, brows knitted together. peter gets to work on your other shoe. “must’ve slipped my mind,” he mumbles, finishing up your laces.

you ruffle his curls and stand from the bed.

“i better get going. can i bring you something back?” you ask, searching around the room for your purse. peter hops up and follows you step for step. “wait, i really can’t come? i thought you were joking! that’s so not fair!” he squeaks. “i don’t make the rules, peter. i just enforce them,” you giggle.

you find your purse and sling it over your shoulder, heading to the door. peter rushes in front of you so he’s standing between you and the door, gripping at your waist to keep you in place.

“y/n,” he tries. he gives you his signature puppy eyes. “peter,” you deadpan, reaching for the doorknob. peter blocks you. “i’m gonna be late, love,” you breathe out. “i don’t want you to go,” peter squeezes at your waist with a childish huff. “the sooner you let me go, the sooner i’ll be back,” you promise.

“i can’t argue with that logic,” peter concedes at last, releasing your waist from his grip. “goodbye kiss?”

you capture peter’s lips in yours, his eyes fluttering closed as he reciprocates. peter sets a hand on your jaw to tilt your head up towards him, lips parting for more. much to his dismay, you pull away instead.

“i’m going, i’m going,” you decide, laughing breathlessly. “you should check in with ned, okay?”

you thread your fingers through peter’s to remove his hand from your face. peter grins when your lips press to his knuckles.

“‘kay, i will. have fun without me,” he sarcastically says. “i will,” you shoot back.

you arrive home with a takeout bag in hand and a smile on your face. peter springs out of his seat on the couch the second you walk through the door.

“you’re back,” he beams, greeting you with a short kiss on your lips. “how was lunch with the girls?”

he’s in the outfit you’d hurled at him earlier, hair now styled and a headset around his ears. his current video game of choice is displayed on the tv.

“good! betty’s taking the breakup pretty well this time. she says hi, by the way,” you relay, shrugging your coat off your shoulders. “just betty? what about mj?” peter wonders. he helps you out of your coat and hangs it on the rack. “she had a few other choice words for you,” you reply, peter scoffing.

“how’s ned?” you prompt him. “uh, why don’t you see for yourself,” he grimaces.

peter motions for you to come closer. you oblige, and hear wailing coming from his headset. he tucks the headphones behind his ears, lips pressing together.

“is that ned?” you mouth. “yup,” peter sighs. “i’m on with him. i thought maybe a video game marathon would cheer him up, but i was wrong,” he rubs the back of his neck. you set a hand on his chest. “aw, poor ned. is he okay?” you question.

“ned, buddy. how’re you doing? you good?” peter softly asks his friend through his microphone.

you make out a strangled no between sobs.

“i got you lunch. it’ll be in the kitchen whenever you’re ready,” you quietly tell peter. you begin to creep out of the room with the takeout bag. “no, don’t go! where are you going?” peter whisper yells back. “don’t worry about it. stay on with ned!” you shoo him off.

peter adjusts his headset so it’s around his neck, scurrying after you.

“baby, i’ve barely seen you all day,” he protests. “ned needs you,” you answer, making your way into the kitchen. peter’s fingers hook around your wrist, grasping it in his hand. “and i need you,” he desperately whines. “later, pete. be a good friend,” you give him a stern look.

peter groans, stomping back over to the couch in defeat. you lightheartedly roll your eyes at your boyfriend and leave his lunch on the kitchen counter.

you end up going for a walk to kill time while peter consoles ned. it’s one of those rare, warm days in the city during the transition from winter to spring. you’d decided to take advantage of it.

you were a bit overdressed for the weather, so you’re heated when you come back to the apartment. peter is still splayed out on the couch, minus the headset and with netflix now open on the screen. he must have finished up with ned.

“baby, baby, baby!” peter greets, twisting around on the couch to face you. “i was just about to look for a movie, c’mere!” he beckons you over. you wipe beads of sweat off your forehead. “i gotta shower, babe. later?” you reply. “you said that last time,” peter complains and switches off the tv.

“yeah, but now i’m all gross and sweaty,” you justify, shaking out your turtleneck. “that doesn’t bother me,” peter declares. “it should. this is your shirt, you know,” you chuckle and pull the turtleneck over your head, letting it land on the floor.

you kick off your sneakers, left in only your bra and skirt. peter’s breath hitches.

“hm, that feels good,” you almost moan. “you’re killing me, y/n,” peter mutters back. “i know,” you acknowledge with a sugary sweet smile. you unclip your bra next and fling it at him. “y/n, baby…” peter licks his lips, fingers toying with the straps.

he’s practically drooling as he eyes you from the couch.

“please,” peter pleads, the word laced with desperation. “please what?” you muse. he swallows hard. “you know what,” he gets out. you look him up and down, peter following your gaze. “later,” you remind him.

“y/n-“

you’re already gone. peter hears the shower turn on, slumping down in his spot.

from the couch, peter listens to the running water and you softly singing to yourself. he imagines your hands running along your body as you lather up the soap, the noises of content you’d let out, and…

fuck, this is torture.

what he would give to be in there with you.

“hey, peter?” you shout for him, answering his prayers. “yeah?” peter immediately shouts back. “could you come in here a sec?” you request.

he’s there in an instant, all but bursting through the bathroom door. steam floats through the room, your intoxicating scent flooding peter’s senses. you pop your head out from behind the shower curtain.

“jeez, it’s hot in here,” peter exhales a laugh. “that’s how i like it,” you grin, water droplets dripping down your skin. he shakes his head. “so what’s up, baby? what’d you need?” he wonders, hoping this is leading where he thinks it will. “i forgot a towel. would you mind grabbing me one?” your grin becomes apologetic.

“oh, sure. no problem,” peter replies, face falling. “be right back.”

he hurries to the linen closet and returns with a clean towel, hanging it up for you.

“thanks,” you murmur. “of course. anything else?” peter’s tone is suggestive, eyes raking over what little of your body he can see. you pull the curtain aside to reveal yourself fully. “you wanna join me, pete?” you knowingly question. “oh my god, yes. i thought you’d never ask,” he pants out.

peter quickly strips his clothes, you giggling as he races to get into the shower. he comes in and yanks the curtain shut behind him, pinning you back against the wall. you squeal at the unexpectedness of his actions. peter’s lips attach to your neck, fingers digging into your sides. he kisses down the middle column of your throat lightly, your head rolling back in pleasure.

you take peter’s chin between your fingers to guide his lips up to meet yours in a feverous kiss. he uses his grip at your sides to hoist you up, your legs around his torso. you squirm around in his hold, your want for him growing at the feeling of him pressed up against you.

“pete,” you mumble against his lips. “peter…” you squeeze at his biceps, your chest heaving. peter leans in. “what’s the magic word, baby?” he speaks lowly, nipping at your earlobe. “please,” you purr, rocking your hips against his. he grips at your hips to stop you. “please what?” he echoes your words from earlier with a cheeky smile.

“you little shit,” you mutter under your breath, crashing your lips into peter’s once again.

just as badly as peter needs you, you need him.

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peachsayshi · 2 years

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{minors & ageless blogs dni}

Imagine Gojo coming home early to surprise his girlfriend after a long trip away, only to find her speaking on the phone with another man’s voice coming through the line...

It’s the sound of your laugh that gets him first and he just stands there by the door with his heart thumping in his chest.

He doesn’t recognize who the person is, which leaves him unsettled.

His mouth presses into a firm line, the front of his brows pinching as he goes to remove the blindfold covering his icy blue eyes. His stomach tightens and his ribs squeeze around his lungs as an unfamiliar feeling of jealousy creeps up from the abyss.

Of course he had these moments early on when you both were dating.

Moments of uncertainty when he would watch strangers flirt with you but always responded by deflecting them with his overbearing confidence.

He was Satoru Gojo, after all.

The man thrived off of competition because he always won in the end.

Yet, despite these reassurances a worry manifests from the corner of his infinite mind.

Maybe, he’s been gone for too long this time...

Maybe, he’s been neglecting you without realizing it...

The two of you barely kept contact while he’s been away and the truth weighed down on his heavy heart.

Maybe, the reason for that had nothing to do with your contrasting schedules and everything to do with the fact that somebody else might have snuck into the picture.

There’s nothing that his Six Eyes can’t see, but how could he stop something like this from happening?

You, unfortunately, settled for a man who couldn’t commit his time wholeheartedly to you.

That’s why Satoru worked hard proving to you, over and over again, how much he is willing to devote himself to this relationship.

His fingers unknowingly tense around the box of pretty macarons in his hand, the plastic cover crinkling the delicate shell of the treats. He swallowed the lump in his throat, his gaze hardening as he entered your shared apartment with the sounds of his footsteps echoing down the hall and finally catching your attention.

You squealed with excitement as you always do, a sense of relief washing over your boyfriend seeing your reaction.

“I’ve got to go, Satoru’s here. We’ll talk later...”, you immediately say to the stranger before hanging up the phone.

He only exhales when he feels your arms loop around his torso, your questions rapidly firing from your lips asking him, “when did you get here?! why didn’t you tell me you were arriving?! I’m so, so happy to see you!”

His shoulders fall as he tries to break a small smile, but his stomach is still twisted and there’s something caught in his throat.

You direct him towards the living room, watching his tall frame slump down on the sofa before you slip onto his lap to find your place.

It’s only then that Satoru manages to speak, flashing you his pearly whites as he half heartedly replies, “why spoil a good surprise?”

He clears his throat, relaxing against your touch as your your fingers run through his white hair. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything important...”

There it was, the closest Satoru Gojo will ever get to showing how vulnerable he can be. For whatever reason he finds himself anticipating the worst. A part of himself preparing to hear a lie from your lips that he would be forced to dissect.

Instead, you peck him softly on the cheek, warming his face as you tenderly swipe your thumb to remove the residual lipstick stain.

“I was on a call with my cousin. He just had a baby, I thought I would congratulate him...”

Satoru’s innocent eyes widen, his brows raising as if the words you said brought him some kind of revelation.

“Cousin?”

“Mhmm” you nod your head, but even you couldn’t deny the strange look on his face. “Who did you think I was talking to?”

He averts his glance, desperately trying to hide his embarrassment but unable to answer your question.

“Are you okay? You’re not bouncing off the walls like you usually do when seeing me...”

Satoru exhales a laugh, shaking away the envy that nearly rooted into his mind as he came to his senses.

“I think I’m just tired...” he shyly replies.

He rests back against the sofa, laying the box of macarons on his legs as he opens the lid. He watches you take a pink one between your fingers, nuzzling up close to him before biting the sweet.

“Mmm, it’s rose flavored...” you hum, “want some?”

“Only if you feed me,” he quips.

You giggle as you bring the treat to his lips, watching him take an unruly bite as your other hand moves to cup the crumbs that fall. You shake your head with disapproval as you sprinkle it off onto the empty lid.

You feel him squeeze your waist, distracting you for a moment as he looks at you with sad eyes.

“Did you miss me?”

You swallow your last bite, narrowing your gaze in confusion as you look down at him.

“Of course, silly!” you reply without hesitation, kissing him softly on the side of his mouth. “You have no idea just how much…”

The man could only hum, his mind considering something serious.

Your face falls with worry as you cup his jaw in your hands, “Are you sure you’re okay? You seem a little down. Did something happen on this trip?”

Satoru didn’t know how to say it, how the thought of losing you instigated a kind of fear within him that he didn’t know he had.

How could he confess that those few seconds terrified him more than anything else in the world, and that the idea of you slipping away from his fingers is a reality he never wanted to face.

God, it would kill him.

Nobody else in the world loved him so unconditionally.

Nobody else in the world cherished him for who he was and not the the power he was born with.

Nobody else in the world could have him grovel on his knees.

Nobody else in the world could bend and break him with a mere touch.

“I had to spend all my time with Nanami. Can you imagine being around somebody whose idea of fun is to stand in line just to pick up a fresh loaf of bread at six o clock in the morning? He’s such a bore...” he mumbles, but you could see past his sorry excuse for a lie.

You shift the box of macarons away, angling your body so your were straddling him. You kiss his cheek, then his neck, taking away every grain of anxiety until your lips finally meets his.

A kiss that reminded him who your heart belonged to.

Your hands thread through his frosted hair, while his own grip at your waist in a familiar manner. Eyes closed and bodies molding, the two of you speak with your tongues instead.

The sensually slow kiss has you nearly breathless but you stop to blink at the unexpected words that escape from your lovers’ lips.

“What did you just say?” you whisper in disbelief.

When blue eyes meet yours is when the truth settles in.

Satoru firms his grip, his expression soft as he brushes his lips across your own, teasing you to return for a kiss but not before eliciting a demand that will leave you in a tizzy for days to come.

“Marry me,” he breaths, “please.”

***

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erieren · 2 years

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MIDNIGHT

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

content warnings: unestablished relationship, smut, thigh riding, dry humping, some spanking, unprotected sex, mention of pregnancy, cum eating

word count: 2.6k

summary: your friend with benefits pays you a visit when you have trouble falling asleep one night.

note: happy belated birthday to jean! this isn’t birthday related, but i just wanted to have something posted for the occasion. this is loosely based off a dream i had a couple months ago, so this is just me coming back to it lol

Twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes have passed since Jean said he was coming over. The storm brewing outside is probably why he’s taking so long. Heavy raindrops pelt against the windows, and the wind howls as it ruffles through the branches of trees. Booming claps of thunder shake the confines of your tiny apartment. The pillow pressed against your face does little to drown out Mother Nature’s wailing.

Your phone vibrates; it’s a text from Jean.

in the parking lot, i’ll be up in a sec

With reluctance, you sit up and toss your pillow to the side. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, your feet come in contact with the fuzzy rug on the floor. You put your slippers on before traversing through the dark hallway leading to the front door. Just as you reach for the doorknob, you hear his distinct knocking pattern, one that he made specifically so that you would know it’s him.

Once the door is opened, you're met with the sight of a slightly out of breath Jean. His head is only half covered by the hood of his black hoodie, which you assume is entirely soaked through.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks while stepping in, making sure to kick off his shoes at the door to not track any dirt inside.

“Another restless night,” you confirm, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“I’m here now,” he whispers. He tenderly cradles your jaw and tips your head up to plant a kiss to your forehead. Before he has a chance to stand up straight, you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him into a kiss. There’s traces of mint on his lips.

“Your hoodie is drenched,” you say after pulling away.

“Looks like we gotta do something about it.” Without another word, he reaches behind his neck to tug the fabric off. Your eyes flicker to his abs and you half expect him to cover them back up, only to realize that he isn’t even wearing a shirt underneath. “You mind if I leave this here?”

You look over to where he’s draping his hoodie over the back of a barstool. “I can put it in the dryer for you if you want.”

“Nah, it’s cool. It can dry overnight.”

You make your way back into your bedroom; the sound of Jean’s feet padding against the floor indicate that he’s following you. A bright flash of light floods through the cracks in your blinds, followed by a deafening thunderclap, causing you to jolt. The feeling of his firm hands on your shoulders is enough to calm you.

“My pants are kinda wet too,” he comments when you take a seat on the edge of your bed. “So I’m gonna go ahead and take ’em off.” His fingers curl around the waistband of his sweats. Part of you thinks that he may have gone commando on his lower half as well, but even in the dim light you see his happy trail disappear into the band of his boxers.

“You sure it’s not just an excuse to get naked?” you joke as he basically tackles you against your bed.

“It might’ve been,” he admits, voice muffled by the way he nips at the skin of your neck.

“Hey, no hickeys.”

"No hickeys where others can see.”

With that, he continues placing featherlight kisses down your neck and along your collarbone. The sleeve of your loose-fitting pajama shirt starts to droop, exposing more of your skin to him. As he lowers himself, you card your fingers through his damp hair. His hands slip under the fabric of your shirt to massage the supple skin of your tits.

“Wanna take this off for me?” His voice drops an octave as he looks up at you with eager eyes. After a silent nod, he moves to the side to allow you to lift the fabric off your body. The cold air causes your nipples to stiffen, but it doesn’t last long when Jean takes one into his mouth and pinches it between his fingers.

Your breathing grows more labored when you feel the warmth of his hand move down your body towards your shorts. Fingertips dance across the waistband, teasingly pulling them down just a bit before letting it snap back into place.

“Jean,” you exhale, “I need you.”

He’s heard those words come from you a million times before but every single time he hears it, he can’t help but feel all warm inside. His heart swells, and he feels the blood flowing south in desperation, finally ripping your shorts off your legs. You can finally see how his dick strains against his boxers when he flips the two of you over, setting you down with your legs around one of his thighs.

“You need me?” he asks, which earns him a nod in response. “Show me.” His large hands settle on your hips, right above the waistband of your panties, and he steadily helps to rock your hips back and forth. You grab onto his shoulders for leverage, pulling him closer until his face is buried in your chest. It was suffocating him, but in the best way possible.

His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, moving you with more force as he continues nipping at your breasts. The storm outside persists, and it feels as if the humidity is seeping into your room. Your skin feels sticky with sweat from the closeness to Jean, but it’s the last thing on your mind.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he says breathlessly. He begins to picture you riding him like this, bouncing up and down in his lap while he thumbs at your clit. The thought alone is enough for him to start leaking through his boxers, but he controls himself. There’s something about the craving and yearning of you riding his thigh that is just so incredibly sexy to him. Hearing how whiny you get just from dragging your clit across his thigh strokes his ego; it makes him realize that he’s the only one that can get you in this mindless, fucked-out state without even having fucked you yet.

“Jean, please,” you beg. What he’s giving you is just not enough.

“Patience.” Nevertheless, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer so that you’re sitting directly on his cock. “You feel that? It’s all for you.”

A gasp leaves your mouth as you start grinding on his clothed dick. He’s so hard, and you start to feel kind of bad for him, yet this whole time he’s been the one setting the pace. So you can’t feel too bad, especially when he starts slipping his fingers past your panties. Now he can really feel how wet you are. His middle finger prods at your entrance at an awkward angle, but he eventually pushes it into you, adding his ring finger not too long after.

The movement of your hips comes to a slow roll before finally coming to a stop. You can feel how his fingers curl inside you to hit that spongy spot that makes you let out desperate moans. His palm nudges against your clit with every pump of his fingers, and you’re already so close. He can tell by the way you squeeze his fingers every time he pulls them out; it’s like you just keep sucking him back in. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders when he keeps stimulating your g-spot and the coil in your stomach tightens. At this rate, you’re bound to make a mess in your panties and on his hand.

But Jean stops. He retracts his fingers from your pussy, leaving you to underwhelmingly come down from the high that was building up.

“What was that for?” you whine, clawing at and leaving red marks on his chest.

“Want you cumming on my dick,” he murmurs while shifting your position yet again. He moves out from under you and turns you to your side, so that your back is against his chest. With a light slap to your ass, he tells you to take your underwear off, and you comply. He moves around behind you, presumably removing his boxers. “Do you have any condoms?”

You shake your head against your pillow, and he sighs at the thought of having to clean up afterwards. “Remind me to get some for next time.”

“No promises,” you giggle, earning you another spank to your ass. Before you have any time to recover, Jean is already lifting your leg in the air and pushing his dick past your entrance.

“J-Jean!” You choke out. He already set a steady pace with a firm grip on your thigh keeping you in place. You’re sucking in air, but it feels like you’re not breathing.

“Do you think I’m playing around?” he grunts. “Because I’m not.”

Only then do you realize that he’s dead serious. The two of you almost never fuck with condoms. With nearly all your sexcapades happening in the dead of night—much like tonight—the neediness and desperation for one another is just too much for either of you to care. Perhaps the reason as to why he’s so adamant about it now is because you did in fact have a pregnancy scare the last time you hooked up with him, which was about two weeks ago.

Your slick-coated walls make it easy for his dick to reach the deepest parts of you. The ache in your leg spreads to your lower abdomen where it feels as if his dick is stabbing your cervix, causing your moans to grow louder.

“Slow down! I can’t– It’s too much!”

“Oh, come on. You can take it, I know you can,” he whispers into your ear, sending a chill down your spine. “You always take me so well, baby.”

And that was enough for you to cum without warning. You open your mouth to try and say something, but your throat runs dry and a dying whine comes out instead. Jean can feel your juices running down his dick, and he has to pull out to stop himself from prematurely releasing his load inside your cunt.

“Holy shit, baby,” he says in disbelief. “Think you can give me one more?”

“Yeah…” you weakly say.

“Good girl.”

The praise makes your heart flutter in your chest, like a bird stuck in a cage. He gently sets your leg down and repositions himself on top of you and allows you a moment to get comfy. When he pries your legs open, he can see the arousal smeared across your inner thighs and glistening on your clit. He almost wants to bury his head between your thighs can feast on your pussy, but with him already being so close to his orgasm, he decides against it. Maybe if you let him stay tonight, he’ll wake you up with a surprise.

He tenderly presses his lips against yours before thrusting into your pussy again. Your mouth opens with a gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. With the way he’s fucking you, you can’t even kiss him properly, leaving him to do all the work. But he doesn’t mind, and swallows every single one of your moans as your fingers tangle in his hair.

"You always feel so good around me” he grunts, picking up the pace. The sounds of the bed creaking and his skin slapping against yours are drowned out by the low rumbles of thunder outside. “Always so fuckin’ tight, no matter how many times you take me.”

“Feels so good,” you manage to say in between breaths.

“Yeah?” A particularly deep thrust steals the air from your lungs. “That’s why you keep coming back to me, right? You in love with me or something?”

Your face grows even hotter, and it feels like lava is coursing through your veins. “I– No!” you stammer, looking away in embarrassment. The topic of having an actual romantic relationship never really came up in conversation, so hearing him say that was quite a shock. Though you were never vocal about your feelings towards him, you always assumed he knew that you love him through small gestures such as grabbing him a cup of his favorite coffee or sending him videos or memes that remind you of him.

“You’re lying.” Another harsh thrust. “I don’t like that. Look at me.”

You refuse, still choosing to look towards the wall. And Jean definitely doesn’t like that. He grabs your chin so that you face him, but you still cast your gaze away from his eyes.

“Look at me.”

The sternness in his voice is threatening, and you’re scared that he might stop the thrust of his hips. So reluctantly, you finally make eye contact.

“Do you love me?” he asks again, this time more serious.

In your moment of weakness, you have nowhere to run or hide. You wish that you could just disappear from under him, but his grip on your hips is enough to ground you to reality. “I love you, Jean.”

He mutters something under his breath, but you don’t catch it. His thumb finds its way to your clit and he rubs it in a circular motion. He slows down his pace, opting to go for deeper strokes instead. After nearly pulling out all the way, his hips become flush against yours as he grinds his dick deep inside your body. You can feel him in your stomach, fucking up your guts in the most pleasurable way possible. And then he repeats, pulling out until just the tip of his cock is in you then burying himself to the hilt. You can’t help but think about how big he actually feels when he does this.

Jean feels your orgasm approaching again, and he’s just about ready to spill his cum in you. He captures you in another kiss while continuing to stimulate your clit to finally bring you over the edge. He loves the way your pussy squeezes his dick; it makes him want to keep on fucking you to the point of overstimulation. But he can’t last much longer especially when he feels your pussy flutter around him. His senses are overwhelmed with the thought of you, and his pace falters.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groans. “Wanna cum in that pretty mouth. Are you gonna let me?”

“Mhm!” you eagerly say.

He pulls out and sits back, allowing you to lean forward and take his dick in your mouth. With just a couple pumps of your dainty hand, he releases his hot, thick cum down your throat. His teeth snag his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood from how hard he was refraining to moan. Just when he thinks he’s done, you give him a doe-eyed look, cause him to weakly spurt out another rope of cum that lands on your cheek. He wipes it away with the pad of his thumb before bringing it to your mouth, letting you suck on it while patting your head with his free hand.

“I’m gonna get some water,” he says after climbing off your bed and putting his boxers back on. When he returns to your room just a couple minutes later, he sees your duvet draped over your still body. Assuming that you’ve fallen asleep, he quietly searches for his pants and puts them back on, preparing to leave. But as he steps out of the doorway again, he hears your faint voice call out for him.

“Jean,” you say. He can barely hear you, so he makes his way towards you. He crouches next to your bed so that he can properly see your face. “Stay the night.”

Without hesitation, he removes his sweats for the second time that night and crawls into your bed beside you. He pulls you into his body, and you can hear how his heart hammers in his chest. Listening to that and the sound of the rain lulls you to sleep, and Jean says something right before you slip out of consciousness.

“I love you, too.”

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hanmine · 3 years

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hello hello! love your writing the works are amazing! i was wondering how you think kazutora hanma mikey mitsuya and draken would react to being called baby boy? thank you for your time :)

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: ryuguji ken, sano manjiro, hanemiya kazutora, hanma shuji, mitsuya takashi

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 ��𝐨𝐭𝐞: dis be such a cute prompt :,)

✿ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 lays on his back, head on your stomach as he plays a video game while you scroll through your phone on his bed. glancing down, you stare with a smile at the serene expression on his face. it’s your first time at the brothel, and you could feel the tenseness radiating from him as he guided you to his room. but he seems content now, mind eased as it became apparent you didn’t care about his upbringing. reaching over, you cup his cheek, making him glance at you with a raised brow. “kenny, i love you, baby boy. thank you for trusting me,” you whisper, scattering soft pecks to his face, the pad of your thumb tenderly stroking over his cheek. breath hitching, he stares at you with wide eyes, pooled with emotion at how carefully you loved him. “i…yeah,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, “yeah, i love you too.”

✿ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 stares ahead, arms crossed over his chest and face scrunched unhappily as you sigh, reaching out to poke his cheek. he dodges your touch, lips curling into a deeper frown, and you can tell this time around, a little bit of attention isn’t going to fix things. this time, he’s actually bothered. “mikey,” you drawl, “c’mon babe, don’t be like that.” he doesn’t budge, shifting so his back faces you. “go talk to the others, since you seem to like them so much,” he huffs, but there’s a lace of insecurity in his voice. with a soft smile, you hug his back, resting your cheek on his shoulder as you kiss it gently. “aww, but i like you most. i love you, baby boy,” you coo, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers. and he freezes, letting out a shaky breath when you turn your head and press a sweet kiss to his jaw. “promise?” humming, you nod, letting him face you, encompassing him in your arms and showing him he’s enough.

✿ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 stands at your door step, staring down at his feet when you grab his hand and pull him in. he settles with his head on your chest, body laying between your legs as you rub his back soothingly. “what’s wrong?” you ask softly, pushing a few strands of hair from his forehead. “i don’t know,” he whispers, not meeting your eyes. and he almost feels like he’s intruding, disturbing your peace to come plague your mind with his feelings, but it’s the small kiss to his forehead that brings his attention back to you. “don’t do that to yourself, baby boy,” you smile, “you can come here whenever you want, you know that, right?” and when his lips turn wobbly, eyes staring at you as they gloss over, you bring him in closer, grounding him as he digs his face into your neck and seeks shelter in the safety of your arms.

✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 groans when you tighten the bandage around his wound, scoffing as you stare at him in concern. “told you the wound wasn’t even that bad,” he grumbles, making you sigh sadly. wiping the sweat off his forehead with a towel, you cup his jaw, tracing the bruise forming with your thumb. “i just…i worry about you. don’t wanna see you hurt, baby boy,” you murmur, pressing a delicate kiss to his nose. and you always treat him like that, like he’s fragile, even despite his strength and position. because at home, with you, he’s just hanma, and he never feels as seen as when he’s with you. by your side, he believes there’s something good waiting for him, even despite his nature. “you shouldn’t. ‘m fine,” he mutters, turning away from you hastily to hide how the pet name effects him, but his hand squeezes yours in its grasp, and he prays silently that you never let go.

✿ 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 collapses beside you, tired from the long day he’s had. stroking a hand through his hair, you watch as he yawns, eyes closing for a bit before he fights them open. “so, what do you wanna do,” he flashes you a tired smile, making you tug him closer, his head resting on your chest. “nothing, you need a nap, you know. spent the whole day juggling so many responsibilities,” you murmur, making him shake his head. “but we didn’t get to—” and he gets cut off by you pulling the blanket over him, carefully draping it so that he’s covered thoroughly. and mitsuya’s used to fussing over things at home, he’s used to handling things himself, but he’s not used to you fussing over him, handling things for him even when he doesn’t think he needs it. “get some rest, baby boy. i’m proud of you,” you whisper, kissing his forehead. he pauses for a moment before his lips curve into a shaky smile as he shuffles closer, letting himself be cared for—because it’s you, and you always know what he needs.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

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scarletenvy · 3 years

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obsessed with the bit in the goldfinch when theo is like "boris i tried to learn russian for you, i wanted to read the idiot and other books in russian for you, and everything i did i did it thinking about you, i thought about you nonstop all i did was for you" and boris is like "cool i stole ur painting btw"

#like that coked up speech theo gave was..... it was a lot gdjdkdjfjfjf #no one cares rebeccah #the goldfinch #otp:shall we stand here tenderly and gaze

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chilumi-shipper · 2 years

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Sitting on Your Baby's Face

Aether x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Face Siting, Oral Receiving, Mommy Kink, Top!Reader, Sub!Aether, Pussy Suffocation, Praise Kink.

Summary: Aether begs you to let him eat your pussy.

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The Traveler, that's what everyone calls him, beckoning him to help them, to do their measly little tasks that they're too lazy to do themselves, like he's some kind of slave.

That's the thing, he is a slave, but he only answers to one person...

You, his Mommy.

As everyone knows him by the title "Traveler", you know him as Aether, your sweet little baby boy that would do anything, anything to please you.

After coming back to the Serenitea Pot, exhausted from all the tasks he's commissioned to do, all Aether wants now is to just be with you.

Hug you tight, nuzzling his face on your soft tiddies, drop down on his knees and beg for you to just use him in everyway you please.

He loved it when you lead him to your shared room, your bodies both stripped of clothes, his cock already hard and ready just from seeing your body, your nipples against his skin when you hug him setting his own body on fire.

"Mommy..." Aether was almost certain that there was tears in his eyes, his body comfortable on your bed as you were on your knees beside him, cooing at him and caressing his face tenderly.

Your naked body was a sight for sore eyes, so perfect and soft, the blond boy had seen you bare so many times before, but the sight still leaves him panting, wanting to bury his face on your soft, warm breasts or even between your thighs.

Yes... He wants that, he wants his face between your thighs, lips on your pussy and lapping up your sweet juices.

The thought of that made Aether mewl instantly, his cock rising up even more, hardening as his mind was occupied by the thought of pleasuring his Mommy.

"Ohh... what's got my baby boy so excited?" You smile when noticed his cock twitching and standing up, pre-cum coming out of the tip as his calloused hands grab onto your wrists, his face rubbing against your soft palms.

"Please... Mommy." Aether was begging, his face was close to your thighs, just a little bit more and he can finally get a taste of your sweet sweet pussy.

"What? I don't know what you're on about." You were playing with him, enjoying his frustrated expression when you just wouldn't shove his face on your cunt after he begged.

He lets out a little groan, but you ignored his attempt of gesturing what he wants. "Can I..." Aether's face was flushed, "...I w-want to make Mommy feel good." He was about to sit up, ready to push you down onto the mattress and spread your legs apart to finally taste your sweet mouthwatering juices, but you stopped him, pushing down on his chest to prevent him from getting up.

"Can Mommy sit on her baby's face today instead?" Instantly did his mouth water at your question. You sitting on his face, it made his heart burst with happiness and his body heat up with lust.

You were amused as Aether frantically nodded at you, putting his hands together and pleading for you to sit on him. "P-Please... please..."

Words can not express his joy as you placed your thighs beside his head, your cunt lowering down on his face as his arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you down to him immediately. "My, you sure are eager today, aren't you?" You giggled when he had forced your body down, his mouth meeting your warm center.

"Can my sweet baby eat Mommy's pussy, please?" With that, Aether can finally eat you out, suck your pussy for all its worth. He felt so proud of himself when you released moans from your mouth, telling just how good of a job he's doing, that he's such a good boy, his heart was soaring, can't think of anywhere else he would rather be than here, under you, slurping his Mommy's pussy dry.

You were smiling contently above him, your baby was just so amazing, not even complaining when his cock was turning red from need, angry that your walls isnt around it yet. It must be painful for your poor boy, his mouth was busy lapping you up, but his dick was standing up, so hard and dry, seemingly begging for release.

You start grinding on his face, much to his enjoyment, his arms tightening around your thighs. "Archons, Aether... I'm gonna cum!" You screamed in pleasure, grabbing him by his golden locks and pushing his face even harder against you.

The blond boy felt tears in his eyes once again, he couldn't breathe, but just the thought of you using his face to pleasure yourself made it all worth it.

With a loud moan, cum immediately gushed out of your pussy, staining his face with your glistening nectar. Aether had lapped it all up as you cum, not letting your wonderful juices go to waste.

After a few seconds, you finally got off him, his pants heavy to catch his breath. You looked back at him, you're precious baby boy, wiping away the few tears that got loose off his golden eyes.

"T-Thank you, Mommy..." Aether's face leaned on your hand, you softly caressing his cheek. His tongue had licked your cum from his lips, savouring your delicious taste.

"I should be the one thanking you, baby. You did such a good job." You sat up, placing a tender kiss on his forehead. "Mommy has to do something for her baby too." Chills ran up his spine as your other hand grabbed his cock, your thumb smearing the pre-cum on his tip as you start pumping up and down.

"Ahhh... M-Mommy~" Aether had buried his face on the crook of your neck, his blond locks tickling you whilst you place your legs around him, placing yourself above his lap.

Your pussy was right on top of his length, letting some of your cum drip out and wetten his cock.

But it was your turn to be surprised when Aether had grabbed your hips, dragging you don't onto his cock and forcing his way in. "A-Aether..." You weren't at all ready for him to just shove himself in all the way.

He had rolled both of you over, your back now on the mattress with him on top of you, balls deep into your soaking pussy.

"J-Just let me make you feel good, Mommy..."

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Requested by: @zelumither

Aether calling you Mommy, mmhhmm. I really had fun writing about very needy Sub!Aether so I hope you like this! Thank you for requesting!!!

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #aether smut #aether x reader #genshin impact aether

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luveline · 2 years

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could you do a remus x reader blurb where he’s comforting the reading after they had a hard day?

your wish is my command ! thank you very much for requesting <3

He can hear you crying in the shower. He doesn't realise at first what's happening, only the sharp spray of water and the reverberating clicks of your shampoo bottle being opened and closed.

Remus frowns and startles away from his desk, knocking at the bathroom door, slightly frantic. He says your name without thinking, all filled up with panic, listens as your weeping suddenly stops. He knocks again.

"Sweetheart?"

"What?" you call, voice rough with emotion.

"Can I come in?"

A small silence where he considers opening the door anyways when you agree, so quietly he confuses it for the spray. "Yeah," you repeat.

He pushes open the door, finds you kneeling in the spray with suds in your hair and red-rimmed eyes. He sits by the side of the bathtub, gaze imploring, and offers his hand to you, palm up over your thigh. You accept and he watches with relief as the tension eases from your body.

The tears begin anew before he's spoken, quiet, slipping down your cheeks hot and fresh and cutting through the soap you've managed to get over one unhappy cheek.

"Hey," he chides gently, panicking and trying his very best not to show it.

"I'm sorry," you say, voice cracking, cleaving the word sorry into two heartbreaking syllables.

"For what, honey?" he asks, shower spray only somewhat managing to hide the desperate fondness in his words.

Your face changes at his pet name. You come into yourself, despondent stare clearing long enough to wipe your thumb over his knuckles familiarly.

"For crying?" he hedges, shuffling forward, the lip of the tub pressing cruelly into his armpit.

You shrug. Another fat tear arcs over your skin. He frowns, stands, gutted at your lost expression when he takes his hand back.

"Let me wash you off. Can I finish your hair?"

You nod. He tilts your head back with a finger under your chin, leaning down with the shower head in his hand. He washes the remaining soap from your hair, runs his hand through your hair and finds comfort in the peaceful expression that settles over your face.

He puts the showerhead in the bottom of the tub and turns it off, grabs a towel to wrap you in and helps you out of the bathroom. Though you hardly need it, he can't help but imagine your aching knees from being folded up at the bottom of the bath.

"Here, baby, you sit here," he says, pushing you back onto the linens.

"I'm wet," you croak.

"Never mind that," he says, brushing the back of his hand over your face and smiling like it's all one big joke, hoping to cheer you up and missing by a mile. You don't smile back and he gives it up, wrapping a second towel over your wet shoulders before sitting beside you.

He hopes his quiet will encourage you to share. You pinch loose threads between your fingers and chew your lip and he sees how this was a misguided thought, slipping his arm around your back to plant his hand on your thigh, pulling you close to his side. Your head falls instantly against his chest, and he realises you need comfort rather than space.

He dots a first kiss against your temple before leaning his cheek against your hair, not caring in the slightest about his getting wet.

"Tell me what's wrong?" he asks, pleads, begs.

You take a big trembling breath and thread your arms around his back and over his abdomen, squeezing him tightly enough to leave fingertip bruises. He hugs you back just as tightly.

"You've had a hard day, yeah?" he asks.

You nod, a little choked sob falling from your lips pressed against his ribs.

He moves his hand in a hopefully soothing motion up and down the length of your spine. "Don't, baby," he murmurs, hands moving to grasp your shoulder, your face tenderly as your body shudders from the force of your crying. "Please don't cry. You're breaking my heart."

You steal one of your hands back to wipe your face unkindly, seemingly frustrated with yourself. He catches the hand and squeezes your fingers with the barest pressure, pulling back so he can wipe your tears himself with a much more patient hand.

You move back in turn, lips pouting, eyes swimming and missing your usual warmth.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong? Please," he tacks on.

You frown and won't meet his eyes. "Only a hard day like you said," you admit finally, voice wobbling.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he says gently. "Cry if you want to, alright? I can see you holding your breath."

You let loose a breath reluctantly, the exhale coloured by a sound close to a whimper.

"Oh, my girl," he says, pulling you to his chest again. You're desperate for the embrace, pushing as tightly in his hold as you can, leg closest to him coming over his thighs. He slips a hand under both of your thighs and pulls you into his lap, content to hold you all night if it'll slow the tears.

He rubs the length of your upper arm with his hand, broad enough to encapsulate your chilly skin easily.

"Sorry, Remus," you say into his shirt.

"Don't be," he says firmly. "You realise, this moment, this is something I'm happy to do. Not-" he clarifies, "that I ever want my girl to be so hopelessly upset." He sways you a little from side to side in another hopeful ploy. "If you wanna lie there all night then that's what we'll do," he says, craning his neck to the side to peer at your face. "I only want you to be okay."

"I love you," you whisper, hands grasped loosely in the material of his shirt.

His hands pause. He smiles to himself softly, pushes little strands of hair down flat on your face with the pad of his marriage finger. "I love you," he says.

"Even on the hard days?" you ask, a terrible hopelessness in your voice. He hugs you like he's trying to squeeze it out of you.

"Especially on the hard days."

#remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #Remus Lupin x y/n #fem!reader #marauders era #remus x reader #Remus x you #marauders #remus #Remus Lupin drabble #remus lupin blurb #Remus Lupin hurt/comfort

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bakugoyelling · 3 years

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Satisfy You

Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem! Reader

Warnings: minors dni | 18+ / smut [thigh riding, fingering, praise, finger sucking]

Word Count: 2.2 K

Summary: Kyojuro returns home to take a break from training, but when he walks in on you wearing nothing but a towel, an innocent kiss turns into something more.

There’s no doubt that Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame Hashira, has worked hard to get where he is today. He’s a strong, skilled swordsman with a pure heart, dedicating his life to protecting others.

But every time you boast about him, Kyojuro always insists that he would have never gotten this far without you.

Sure, he’s trained himself in flame breathing and is powerful enough to defeat a number of demons, but according to your loving husband, he wouldn't be able to do it all without your cooking.

The food you make gives him the energy and nutrition he needs to continue being strong. At least, that's what he always tells you, beaming as he finishes off the delicious breakfast you have prepared for him, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before he sets off for the day.

"Breakfast was amazing as always. See you soon, my love. Take care of the house for us."

While Kyojuro is out fulfilling his many duties as a Hashira, you stay back at home, completing the less strenuous yet just as important tasks of maintaining a household.

Your husband has always said that you could do any other job if you desired to, but this is what you preferred, and he was perfectly okay with that, as long as you were happy. And if tomorrow you decide you want to do something else, he will fully support that decision.

After saying your goodbyes to each other with a loving hug and kiss, you begin your day, humming as you start with cleaning the dishes from this morning's breakfast. Followed by tidying up the rest of the house, and later on, getting a bit messy after planting some seeds while tending to the garden.

And because it's a hot day today, spending time in the sun leaves you feeling sticky from the sweat that gathers upon your skin. That, plus the dirt from gardening, is more than enough to have you longing to feel clean again. So, with lots of work already done for the day, you decide to wash up, gathering everything you need before stepping out of your robe and slipping into the bath.

As you lower yourself in, the water envelopes you, and you tilt your head back to sigh, relaxing and letting yourself soak for a moment until you begin sudsing up the soap, lathering the curves of your body as you cleanse yourself.

After quite some time spent in the bath, the water begins to grow cold, and while you could certainly heat it up again to spend some more time relaxing, you decide against it. Knowing that soon enough, it would be time to prepare dinner and cooking for Kyojuro is admittedly something you wholeheartedly enjoy. It's like his appreciation for your meals acts as motivation for you, striving to make something tasty for him every evening.

Stepping out, you wrap a towel around your body as you drain the bath of its water and begin to think of what to prepare for tonight's meal. Perhaps, you should incorporate Kyojuro's favorite food — he did have a liking to anything with sweet potatoes in it. As you continue to plan, you head over to your room to dress, but the sound of the door sliding open startles you, and you tighten the hold on your towel as a breath catches in your throat.

You don’t expect to see your husband for another few hours, so who could it be?

But when a man with a fiery head of red and yellow hair appears before you, the tense feeling in your body fades away, and when his booming voice greets you, you can't help but hurry over to him.

"Hello, my love," Kyojuro beams at you, taking your hand in his as he pulls you in for a kiss, tenderly placing his lips against yours.

“Sorry if I startled you. I wasn’t aware you would be in here naked.” He takes a seat on the floor, and you chuckle at his apology as you stand before him.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind, but what are you doing at home already? Are you finished training for the evening?" you ask with a hopeful gleam in your eye as you lean forward, laying your hands on his shoulders to lightly massage his muscles.

Wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around your body, you're careful with your movements, but when Kyojuro's large hands find your hips, he adjusts himself before pulling you down to sit on his lap. You gasp as he chuckles, and you find yourself attempting to get comfortable as you hold on to the front of your towel, trying your best to keep it in place.

“Not quite, but the younger slayers were complaining about not having a break, so I gave in and offered them one," he tells you, hands continuing to support your body as you find a place to rest — with your legs straddling both sides of your husband's thigh. Your naked cunt placed right on top of him, the cloth of his pants brushing against you.

“Well, I’m glad you came to visit me.” You hold his face in your hands, looking into his eyes before you kiss him, quickly pressing your lips to his and smiling before you go in for more. You sweep your thumbs across his warm skin, unable to resist the treasured feeling of having your husband so close to you.

As the seconds pass, your actions grow more heated, and what started as an innocent kiss evolves into something more. Kyojuro's tongue slips past your bottom lip, finding its way inside your mouth and catching your breathless gasps as you begin to grind against him. The towel around your body slips, and when he feels the fabric gather above his hands, he trails them up your waist and towards the curves of your breasts. Taking your hardening nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he begins to bounce his leg, helping you feel more friction upon your already aching cunt.

You whimper at the feeling of his uniform brushing against your clit, pulling back and placing your hands on his shoulders for balance as your movements become more intense. Kyojuro stares down at you wide-eyed, watching the way you circle your hips, sensing the traces of your arousal soaking through the fabric of his pants. He moves his hands again, removing them from your tits to glide down your back, stopping when he reaches your hips, holding onto you as you hump his leg, eager to feel something more.

“Kyo, Take your pants off,” you breathe, continuing to rut against his thigh, trusting that he’ll do as you say without hesitation.

“I would, but I told everyone I would be back in a bit,” he says, looking into your eyes as you frown.

“Why does it matter?” you question, faintly irritated, “I can’t wait until you come back. I want you now.” You continue to move against his thigh, letting out a desperate sigh as you cling to him, feeling your pussy throb as the heat between your legs grows.

“Well, I told the younger slayers that if I wasn’t back in a timely manner, they should come and get me. And I wouldn’t want to get caught with my pants around my ankles, now would I?” He tries to make you smile with his honest response, but you seem unfazed. Too stuck in your emotions of lust to even give him a smirk.

“Kyojuro, please, I want you. No, I need you,” you plead for his touch, and while he remains adamant on staying dressed in his uniform, he settles on the perfect way to satisfy you. After all, the Flame Hashira is not one to deny his wife any pleasure, especially when she is in such a state of need.

He looks down, studying your flushed expression, grasping your chin with one hand and tilting it up while his other hand trails over the curve of your bare ass. He kneads the soft flesh, inching the tips of his fingers towards your folds, feeling the sticky slick that drools from your cunt.

While he kisses you, his fingers explore, sliding across your pussy and stroking your clit, making you gasp into his mouth before he draws his hands back.

“Can you ride my fingers like you ride my cock?” he asks, voice low as he rests his forehead against yours.

You nod, whispering out a soft yes as you adjust yourself, spreading your legs to allow him more access, eager to have a part of him inside of you.

"There we go, just like that," Kyojuro slides his hands down to your waist, holding onto you as he observes your body. With the towel long gone, he can enjoy every part of you. Especially your needy cunt, spread open and begging to be fucked by his fingers.

And the way your clit twitches as you await his touch is just so adorable. Kyojuro doesn't have it in him to keep you waiting any longer. With his eyes set on you, he brings a hand down to your silken folds, circling his calloused digits around your sex before slowly plunging in.

The overdue sensation has you hissing, bracing yourself with the palms of your hands as you watch them disappear within you, your warm walls pulling him in until he's knuckle deep. You settle on the feeling for a second before you begin to move, doing just as told and acting as if Kyojuro's fingers are his thick cock. He slides them in and out as you rotate your hips, enjoying the sticky sounds of your cunt as you attempt to bounce.

It’s a sight so obscene a part of Kyojuro feels like he shouldn’t be looking, but another part — a more possessive part — reminds him that he has the right to stare at what's his. Watching you with eyes glossed over in lust, he quickens the pace of his fingers, mesmerized by the way you take what is given, working alongside his movements with gusto.

With each roll of your hips, your moans heighten in pitch, pussy clenching as you cream down the length of his middle and ring finger. The way it spills onto the palm of his hand and lingers down to land on the fabric of his pants has him in an erotic daze — only concentrated on your pleasure.

“Such a lovely little mess from a lovely little cunt.” He looks at you with a fierce gaze, pushing the pads of his fingers up, stimulating the delectably spongy spot within you as you fall forward, leaning into your husband's chest.

“Hah- oh, oh f-fuck,” you sigh as Kyojuro guides his calloused thumb to circle your clit, working along with him as you fervently hump his hand.

"Keep it up. You’re doing so, so good,” he encourages you until you are trembling, hooking your arms over his shoulders as your pussy begins to flutter, urging you to come undone.

“Yes, yes, my love. Cum on my fingers," Kyojuro pushes you past the edge, and just like that, fire pools in your lower belly as you dissolve into pleasure, mewling into his ear as your cunt squeezes around his fingers.

His thumb continues to toy with your clit, prolonging your orgasm as you ride through it, moans softening as time passes.

Kyojuro’s fingers remain inside of you until your breathing has settled, keeping them warm and covered in your essence. When he finally decides to pull them out, he smirks, holding the sticky digits up to your mouth.

“Open up,” he tells you, tapping them against your plush lips before they part, allowing them inside your salivating mouth as your tongue wraps around the slick coated digits.

You suckle them until they’re clean, savoring the taste left behind on your lover’s skin as you swallow.

“What do we say?” he asks, watching your lips as he pulls his fingers away.

“Delicious,” you seductively purr, licking the corners of your mouth, gathering anything that may linger upon you.

“Good girl,” he coos, praising you for doing so well before kissing you slowly, tangling his tongue with yours, hoping to get a taste of the arousal clinging to your taste buds.

If only he could forget about training and spend the rest of the day with you.

“I wish you could stay,” you murmur into the crook of his neck, resting against his chest as his hand rubs your lower back. "Maybe you should, so I can clean your pants for you.” you turn to peer at him, trying to think up any excuse to keep him home.

“Nonsense, they’re fine. You've done enough, for now. Take some time to rest. I’ll be back before you know it, and then we can continue our fun. This time without my uniform in the way,” he smiles, and you laugh as he gives your ass a loving squeeze.

“Perhaps, you should even stay in the towel until I return.”

"Or…” you begin, “Maybe you could cut the training short, and I'll stay wearing nothing at all instead."

Kyojuro must admit, it’s quite a tempting offer.

— please do not modify or repost my work

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/N: Ahhh my first Rengoku fic! I never thought about writing anything for him, but then I had a spicy dream that involved the two of us 👀 and just went for it! If you enjoyed reading, let me know! And leave a comment if you’d like❤️‍🔥

#rengoku x reader #kny smut #rengoku kyojuro x reader #demon slayer smut #rengoku smut #demon slayer x reader #💗kyojuro #☁️kny #🌹spicy stuff #mp #m.writes

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painsandconfusion · 3 years

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Whump Prompts: Whumpers “Caretaking”

Oh I’m SUCH a sucker for Whumper administering comfort or healing. Whumpee needs it so badly even when every fibre of their being is screaming for them to run. It’s not like they can, anyway...

(If you use these as pompts please tag me cuz I wanna see! 🥰)

Whumper holding a curled-up whumpee to their chest, rubbing smooth, warm circles against their back.

“Shhh....It’s alright. You did so good. Rest now.”

Whumper tenderly cleaning and wrapping wounds. Pausing when Whumpee winces away.

Alternately, Whumpee knows they need to be bandaged, so they hold still, but Whumper is having a grand time watching Whumpee wince and jerk away. They dig their fingers into the wounds to see it again.

“Stop crying. You’re done for today. I said stop crying.”

Carrying a dazed Whumpee to bed when they can’t stand on their own.

“You look so tired, darling. You can rest now. Go ahead and sleep. I’ll hold you and keep you safe.”

Whumper pressing gentle kisses along the ring of bruises circling Whumpee’s throat. Maybe biting gently when Whumpee tried to squirm away.

Whumper tipping a glass of water up to Whumpee’s lips. “You lost a lot of blood. You need to stay hydrated.”

Whumper casually moves behind Whumpee mid-conversation, massaging their shoulders when they look tense.

“Aww, who did this to you? You’re black and blue, sweetheart. How awful.”

Whumper makes Whumpee a nice cup of tea to calm down. Whumpee drinks it under their gaze, even as it burns their lips.

“Try not to stress about it. There’s nothing you can do to stop me anyway, so why worry?”

Whumper gently combing Whumpee’s hair. Keeping it trimmed just how they like it.

Whumper’s fingers gently massaging Whumpee’s scalp, kneading warm, sweet shampoo into their hair to ease away mats of dried blood.

“You look so tense. Take a deep breath. Here, give me your hands. Breathe with me. In...And out....In....And out....”

Whumper singing softly to Whumpee as they pass out from the pain fall asleep.

“Shhhh...sh sh shhh...you’re done. I’m not going to hurt you anymore.”

Whumper brushing away Whumpee’s tears with a gentle finger. Or kissing them away. Or licking them off their face..

“Okay, all done. Now what do you say?” “Th-than...thank you, S-sir.” “Mmm, you’re very welcome.”

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @wormwriting @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams)

Idk who wants to be on what tag lists anymore, just let me know and I’ll actually write it down this time. So sorry. You’re lovely.

#whump tropes #whump prompts #tope list #writing prompts #whump #whumper #caretaker #whumper as caretaker #hurt/comfort #aftercare #my writing #whumperflies #torture #implied torture #noncon touch #noncon kiss

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workofheart · 3 years

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extra help | gojo satoru

what’s a teacher to do when his student is building up so much cursed energy? help her get it under control, of course.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

wc: 4.7k

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), teacher/student relations (reader is of age), fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, unprotected sex (do not do this), lowkey corruption, squirting, exhibitionism (?), creampie, gojo refers to himself as “teacher” because i said so

note: barely edited, something to ease the brainrot. gojo satoru hollow me challenge.

“Can you maybe, I don’t know, shut the fuck up?”

The jab spews out of your mouth before you can stop it. Your filter is long gone, the thoughts that pop into your head forming into verbal words without the chance to even process them. Once you hear it, you mentally slap yourself. Now you just look like an asshole.

“Jeez, no need to be a bitch about it,” mutters Nobara. She rests on the concrete steps on her elbows, appearing utterly disinterested with her head tossed back and eyes closed, soaking in the fresh air.

“I’m not being a bitch.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!”

“You kind of are,” Megumi says quietly, shrugging slightly when your incredulous expression finds his to be stoic and unmoving. He leans down to scratch behind one of his dog’s ears. His nonchalance boils your blood even further, effectively working you up past your melting point. A bitter laugh leaves your mouth.

“...You motherfucker-”

“Good morning, everybody!”

You sigh, lips hanging open with the rest of your insult frozen where it was interrupted. From over the small hill behind you, Gojo Satoru greets everyone with a bright energy you aren’t capable of returning this early in the day.

You try your best to shake it off. The other students wave back happily as you sulk, aimlessly stretching your arms over your head in an attempt to push out the thousand things running through your mind, not one of which you’re capable of dealing with.

And maybe it is a good morning - the sun is out, the air is cool, there’s not a breeze passing by to mess up your hair. It’s a lovely day to be training. Megumi has been walking his dogs around the field, Yuuji has been racing himself from one end to the other, meanwhile the others take turns sparring. The springtime weather is rewarding, which is why it’s such a shame you can’t enjoy it.

Gojo reaches up a hand to lift one side of his blindfold. Though he’s standing all the way over on the steps, you can see his eyes clearly, crystalline blue and staring with scrutiny. The man leans forward into his gaze, and the way he’s inspecting you soon irritates you further.

“What’s with all the cursed energy?” he asks, letting his blindfold fall over his eye again.

Yuuji perks up at the comment from where he’s been sitting after his run, pulling out blades of grass between his fingertips. “So it’s not just me?” he pipes up, pushing himself up to his feet. He seems relieved, turning his attention to you. “I thought maybe you just had a bad day but it seems like it’s seeping off you all the time now.”

Your lips press into a thin line as your eyelids droop in annoyance, trying to think up a reasonable answer quick. Unfortunately, you don’t get the time to do so.

“I don’t need to see it to feel it,” Maki adds. She finishes tying up her laces, objectivity unmoving with the deadpan spreading across your features. Your jaw tenses. “Didn’t want to say anything in case it would make you angrier.”

“Too late!” you snap, huffing as you place your arms over your chest. The number of eyes on you has your cheeks burning, and paired with your current vexation, makes you feel even worse.

“Well, what are you angry about?” Yuuji asks.

“I’m not angry about anything.”

“That sounds a little defensive,” Gojo comments.

“You seem frustrated, that’s all.” Yuuji looks at you with a genuine curiosity that makes it hard to be mad at him. His doe eyes couldn’t possibly imagine what the real issue at hand is.

“Yeah, she’s frustrated all right,” Nobara juts in. Her tone is whiney and annoyed, and you hope the glare you send her will shut her up, but she acts as if she doesn’t see it, only looking down at her nails in distaste. Then comes the zinger. “It’s because she hasn’t gotten laid in months.”

“That is not true!” you yell, but the obvious rage bubbling out of you gives it away.

“Cursed energy can build from that?”

“It would explain a lot.”

“That sounds definitely defensive.”

“Shut up!” you shout, throwing your hands over your face to hide your cheeks burning in embarrassment. Then you’re sitting back on the field, hanging your head low over your knees. Quietly, you mutter, “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

☆☆☆

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

The walk here had been nerve wracking enough. Your heart had been stuck in your throat since the track this morning, if not from the sheer embarrassment of Nobara telling everyone you were sexually frustrated, then surely from the way Gojo had asked you to meet with him later in an old classroom rather seriously before walking off.

It scared you half to death upon hearing it, and just thinking about it scared the other half, so you’re hanging on by the thinnest of threads. The others comments hadn’t helped either, teasing about the frightening methods he’d use to dispel the energy, or how he’d berate you for being so stupid, or whatever else the maniac of a man had to offer.

Gojo leans back lazily in his chair, long legs thrown over the desk for his comfort and leisure. He stretches, letting out a satisfied groan with his arms straightened behind his head as you close the door behind you.

“About time you got here. Been waiting forever.”

The lights are off, but evening sun pours in through the wall of windows that look out over the courtyard to brighten the room. He tosses a small apple plush above him with a smooth flick of his wrist, catching it on its down arc with ease. It looks like a marble with how it sits in his massive palms.

“Well, this wing is on the other side of campus,” you swallow, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly. That reminds you...“Why are we this far, anyway?”

He sighs, placing the toy back down at the top of his desk and resting his chin on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you through his blindfold. “To solve your problem, of course.”

“My… my problem? No, I don’t have any problems,” you say with a shake of your head as genuine as you can muster, a nervous smile flashing across your expression as he stands. His hand trails along the desk as he moves around it. When you get the feeling he doesn’t believe you, you start again, “If it’s about what Nobara said, it’s really no big deal-”

“While you’re a talented sorcerer, you’re not a very good liar.” He comes to a stop in front of you, towering over your small frame. His head is turned down toward you but you refrain from making eye contact. Trying to maintain your composure, you look straight into his chest and then avert your eyes to the sid, looking anywhere else in the room but him - the chalkboard, the windows, the posters on the wall - that is, until he takes your chin in his hand and tugs your face up to look at him directly.

He’s taken off his blindfold, the black cloth crumpled in his palm and already tossed to the floor.

The way you’re staring at him, that desire that lies just below the fear, has his dick tenting in his pants. When he focuses, he can see the cursed energy radiating from your body, dark and cloudy as it surrounds you. “Yuuji’s right, it’s practically seeping from you,” he coos, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

He drinks in your apprehension with a sadistic sort of delight, and you don’t miss the feel of his eyes as they trace down your body. “My student is struggling,” he says tenderly, tapping his index finger along your cheek lightly. “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t help?”

He eats up the way you look at him, swept away and hazy, your brain turning to mush at the sound of his voice. Heat pools in your panties, and the subtle manner in which your thighs shift against each other is not lost on him.

The tension in the air is electrifying. Leaning down to your ear, he says what’s been on his mind for weeks. “Don’t think I can’t hear you at night, touching yourself, trying so hard to make it go away on your own.”

His words leave your throat dry and stomach churning. Your face burns, thinking of him listening to your pitiful attempts to get off. Clearly, the sleepless nights of trying to cum, letting slip the small whimpers you couldn’t care to hold back, hands buried in your panties and writhing in your bed sheets, were no secret to anyone but you.

You’re almost mortified. You would be, if it wasn’t for your hot teacher standing in front of you, smiling as he remembers how pretty you sounded, offering to fuck the shit out of you to sate your frustration.

And god, just how pretty you sound. He’d never admit it sober, but the times he’s taken “random” late night walks around the buildings that have ended up at the outside of your bedroom door are far too many to count. Palming himself through his trousers, panting as he pictures you just through the slab of wood exactly how he plans on having you now.

“I...I don’t know if we should be doing this,” you mumble in a moment of clarity, gaze flickering to the window in the door that lets you see into the empty hallway just outside. Swallowing hard, scenarios of your classmates walking by, peering through, clouds your head. “What if someone…”

“They’re on the other side of campus, remember?” he teases. His fingers slide back along your jaw, brushing your hair from your forehead before settling to cup the side of your face. “You can make all the noise you want out here.”

Heat spreads through your core and inner thighs accompanied by a visible shiver, a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The proximity alone is making you wet. His presence is overwhelming with the unimaginable power he holds over you.

His neck tilts down to reach you, hovering with his lips not a breath away from yours. Gojo waits. Tentative, you press your mouth to his and your eyes flutter shut, feeling him smile as his hands make contact with your hips. He’s gentle and slow, his lips pillowy and soft against yours, moving carefully as if not to scare you away.

He muffles a timid whimper with his mouth and takes the lead, kissing you harder and pulling you into a firm lip lock before spinning you around and walking you backwards toward the desk. Hesitant hands reach up to his shoulders, something Gojo senses immediately, shy hands working up the confidence to splay over his broad shoulders. He knows you so well by now - there’s a reason you’re his favorite student.

“Let me help, princess,” he insists, breaking away to quell your uncertainty. “You know I’m the only one who can.” Gojo’s voice is hypnotizing, his promises filling your head with a desiring haze.

Your tiny, timid fingers hanging around his neck, crawling up his nape as if searching for safety, have him reeling. He might just devour you, so cute and innocent and willing in front of him.

You’re melting into his touch as his hands squeeze your hips, rubbing up your sides until they lay a firm grasp on your hips, sitting you fully on the desk. His touch is teasing and featherlight as he drags it up your calves, hiking up your skirt to get where he wants to be, situated right between your thighs.

“None of the other guys fuck you the way you need to be fucked, right?”

He may be cocky, but it’s for good reason.

Gojo Satoru is older, he’s experienced, he knows what he’s doing. He knows you, in fact, more than you think. Don’t be fooled - he sees you sneaking off campus, sees the texts you send to the boys in the nearest town, overhears how you talk to them over the phone when you think no one is listening. He also sees how disappointed you look every time you return from one of your escapades.

You’re mature for your age, but no one is willing to fuck you like it. Except him, of course.

A large hand cradles the back of your head to keep kissing you. His mouth is ravishing, absolutely eating up the feeble mewls that escape you. Deft fingers unbutton your uniform with ease and slip it down your shoulders to reveal your chest as if he’s done it a thousand times.

He moves to unclasp your bra, but is surprised to meet your bare skin. He pulls back from your mouth to meet your eyes, and you already know what he’s thinking with the way he looks down at you, head tilted back with a dark mirth.

“No bra?” he inquires, rolling your perky buds between his fingers, and your lack of verbal response, that guilt in the slight raise of your eyebrows, tells him everything he needs to know. “Naughty girl. Makes me think you were expecting this.” He makes you purr like a kitten, free hand kneading at your chest, coaxing out sweet little noises that make his dick throb in his pants.

You inhale sharply at a particular tweak of your nipple that has your body tingling, arching into him. “Sir, I-”

His mouth is on your neck, sucking on that sensitive spot below your ear, just next to your jaw. The feel of his teeth gently scraping down sends chills through your shoulders and down your back, subconsciously tilting your head to the side and exposing more to him, inviting him to your body even further.

“It’s okay, you can tell me how bad you need my cock,” he says against your skin.

Your body flushes hot beneath him. A hand cups your clothed core. The friction has your hips lifting in desperate motions for more, pushing against his fingers for some kind of relief.

“Poor thing, too horny for your own good,” he says, peering down at you. He tugs at the tiny, delicate bow sewn into the lace band of your panties, a smug expression passing over his features. “But don’t worry, teacher’s here to make you feel better.”

He hooks his pointer finger underneath the center of your panties and pulls it up, forcing the fabric taught against your slit between your folds, urging a cry to fall from your lips. You’re absolutely aching for more, pussy desperate for contact as your hips buck. His opposite thumb goes straight to your swollen clit where it bulges through the thin cotton, reducing you to whines as he applies light pressure.

“So sensitive,” he says with a teasing lilt in his tone, caught between looking at your pussy and your dazed expression. “You want my fingers?”

He knows he’s supposed to be helping you, but he can’t stop himself with how cute you look like this. He’s already thinking of just how far he can push you, just what he can get you to admit to him.

“Yes, please,” you’re begging, pulling your lips under your teeth, and how can he say no? He has no other choice but to indulge you.

He pulls your panties to the side and finally, his long, thick fingers sink inside you without warning, pushing a lewd moan from your throat.

He groans at the way you pulse around his digits. Your walls suck him right in. “Fuck, look at your pretty little cunt. Feels good, huh?”

Your mouth falls open as you nod, staring at him through half-mast, glassy eyes. Light amusement covers his face as he works your walls diligently, curling up and massaging that spongy spot he knows you like from the sounds you’re making.

“Yeah, I know it does. Need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, ah, need it so much,” you whine. At this point, you’d follow his every command, answer his every question, if it means he’ll keep doing what he’s doing. He connects his lips to yours again, swallowing up the noises that leave your throat, before moving down. He trails his mouth over your sensitive, flushed skin, burning to the touch as he leaves harsh, bruising marks behind. He’s kneeling down and throwing your legs over his shoulders without hesitation.

He has you desperate and shameless with how he’s making you feel. It doesn’t matter that he’s your teacher, it doesn’t matter that you’ll have to face him in class after the fact, all that matters is how hot and aching your core is, how bad you need him there to fix it. “More, sir, p-please.”

He groans at the name you’ve given him, that you’re addressing him by so earnestly. He never even asked you to, so when it spills out of your mouth so submissively, he can’t help the way it goes straight to his cock. “So polite, aren’t you? Let me hear you, be specific.”

His fingers leave you clenching around nothing as he pulls them out of you, watching the string of slick stretch until it breaks. He slips them right into his mouth, licking your arousal off of his fingers, humming in delight.

You’re fixated on his glossy, wet lips, entranced by the slight smile to his words. “Please, your mouth,” you plead breathlessly through a gulp.

He presses a chaste kiss to the plush of your thigh, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His lips ghost over the tops of your knee socks and nip at the slight pudge that squeezes out.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs. Then, he’s diving in, latching his warm, wet mouth onto your pussy. You feel yourself gush under his lips as his tongue laves harsh strokes against your entrance. He has you quivering, your hips moving on their own accord over his face.

You squirm under his relentless tongue, swiping through your slick and spreading it all over your inner thighs. He laps at your fluttering hole before suckling your clit into his mouth, hot tongue flicking over it before releasing with a playful pop.

He thrives off of the whimpers leaving your mouth. A loud moan tears from you as his fingers plunge into you again, hands shooting to his snowy locks to ground yourself. You’re throwing your head back, keening in the firm grip he has pushing back your leg, his tongue swiping at you expertly while the pads of his fingers curl up into the spot you need him at, keeping his head pressed tight to your drooling cunt.

Pointed flicks of his tongue target your clit, puffy and sensitive, and you can’t help the way your hips buck up for more, babbling nonsense. His firm muscle prods at your hole before flattening and licking wide and short strokes up your folds.

“Aw, you wanna cum, don’t you? Gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

You only have the strength to nod, eyes squeezing shut and your lips parted in choked breaths.

“Look at me,” he commands sternly, and your lids are prying open immediately, struggling to keep your gaze on him with the pleasure he’s relentlessly forcing on your body. His plump lips are lustrous with your arousal. “Go ahead. Cum.”

His eyes bore into you as your face contorts, body tensing all over as you tip over the edge. That coil in your stomach which Gojo has so masterfully built snaps like a rubber band, shattering your mind as pleasure ripples through your body. You’re still as your release surges through you, making him moan against your pussy.

“That’s it, there you go,” he says with a growl as you take your first breath after the inhibiting pleasure fades, eyes darkening as he watches you, keeping pressure on your nub with his thumb, smooth strokes working you through your high.

He carefully helps you drop to your feet, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, planting kisses to your temples before spinning you around to face the desk. You’re wobbly, but it’s nothing he can’t compensate for with his natural strength.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he mumbles, large hands exploring the expanse of your back. He pushes you down, gentle fingers trailing up your spine until they find their hold on your hips like they were meant to be, loving how pliant you are beneath him.

The anticipation has you dripping, heart pounding as he flips up your skirt again, pussy aching to be filled. You hear the tugging of his trousers down to the floor, and a hefty exhale as he gives himself a few strokes in his palm.

His cock, hot and heavy and hard, presses into you slowly. You feel his girth immediately, cunt stretching deliciously to accommodate his size. It’s instant relief, finally the pleasure you’ve been desperate for, a drug you have to be careful of or you might just get addicted.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, “So fuckin’ tight for me.”

You’re stuffed to the brim, focusing on how full you are, his fingers massaging the flesh of your ass as he gives you a moment to adjust. He feels his self-restraint thinning as you squeeze him. He’s gonna make you drool for him, make his cute innocent student into his little whore, make sure teacher’s the only one who touches you like this.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, sensual pumps that expertly drag against your gummy walls. You can feel his tip spreading you open, every burning curve and vein and ridge of his head as your pussy molds to him. But once your legs start shifting back for more, he speeds up the rocking of his hips, fucking you brainless on his cock.

“How we feeling, princess?” he pants. He’s the only thing you can think about, mind scrambled from the white hot feel of being fucked so well.

He doesn’t have to ask to know - the string of heedless whimpers that you make are evidence enough, on top of the obscene squelches that echo every time he pounds into your sopping cunt. He pulls your wrists back from where they cling to the desk, white knuckled, to your sides. A strong arm snakes around your front, pinning your arms and waist close to his chest, caging you in while the other seeks purchase on your breast.

“F-Fuck, I- ah - so good, sir,” you sob, feeling your brain blank with the way his grip moves up to your neck, expertly pushing into the sides to cut off your blood flow. It’s dizzying, your pussy tightening around him for more.

And then he stops.

You’re about to whine, your walls fluttering around him, begging him to move, when his hand reaches to cover your mouth. He shushes you gently, snapping quietly towards the door.

Someone is calling your name outside. “Hellooo? Hey Y/N, you over here?” It’s Yuuji, pacing the upper floor, walking straight down the hall and soon to pass the very door.

Your heart jolts in panic - why would he come looking for you? Why would anyone? The whole point of being out here was so that no one would come, right?

“Sorry to go back on my word, princess,” Gojo whispers. A wave of his hand creates a small masking barrier in front of the window, but it does nothing to hide the sound. “Gonna have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that?”

You nod your head, wiggling back against his hips pressed hard and unmoving to your ass. He pulls out slow and thrusts back, mindful of the noise of contact. It takes all your focus to bite back your moans.

“Don’t want your classmates seeing how slutty you are for a good fuck, do you? What if they walked in, saw you like this on your teacher’s cock?”

The thought has your hole constricting his length. You can already envision Yuuji’s shocked expression as he stares you down, his respected senior, nothing more than a babbling mess as Gojo Satoru fucks you raw in an empty classroom. The man behind you holds back a laugh.

The footsteps pass without the hint of something much filthier than extra help transpiring beyond the thin walls. You think you might have even seen a tuft of pink hair whizz by in the corner of your vision - whatever the matter, he’s gone, and you can finally catch your breath.

“Dirty girl,” Gojo rasps from behind you, slamming into you roughly, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips while his fingers force themselves into your mouth, “you - hah - you fucking love it.”

That spring in the base of your tummy starts to coil taut, rising faster than ever. “Love it,” you choke, stimulated tears forming at your lash line, “love it so much!”

His pace is relentless, your slick gushing all around him. He’s building you up just to break you down, the only one who can help you take the edge off.

“Tell me what you want,” he says through gritted teeth, “I’ll give it to you.”

Holding you tight to his chest with locked arms, he completely covers your body with his tall stature, inescapable and confining.

“Fuck, wanna - wanna cum so bad, so bad, sir.”

His large hand trails its way over your waist, soft fingers moving down, down, until they slip right over that little sensitive bundle at your front, cool and wet, that has your breath catching audibly in your throat.

Gojo places his mouth just behind your ear, tone soft and sultry. The pad of his index finger rubs firm circles over your swollen, aching clit. It elicits a filthy sound from you that makes his cock twitch inside you. “Right there, huh?” He feels you clench as your legs tremble beneath him.

Your climax crashes over you in hot, unforgiving waves, tightening your walls and creaming all over every inch of his length. “Come on, give it all to teacher,” he encourages through heavy pants, making your skin prickle, and it’s just what you need. A chorus of loud, high pitched, breathless moans tumbles from your mouth as you ride it out.

You’re drenching his fingers, making a mess as your squirt drips down and coats his cock, making him growl into your hair. He coaches you through it, stringing out his praises, “Just like that, mhm, good girl.”

His eyes fall shut as your cunt suffocates his cock, feeling his hips stutter as you suck him in. With a guttural, hungry groan, he’s burying his load in your waiting hole. He snaps against you once, twice more, hard and quick as he starts to come down.

A moment passes to catch your breaths, heartbeats beginning to slow in tandem. Gojo nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and sighs before placing an affectionate kiss there.

Your legs are jelly beneath you so he’s careful when he releases his grasp, slowly turning you around to face him and sit back on the desk.

“You alright?” he asks, wiping away the wetness under your eyes.

It’s safe to say that you’re relieved, in more ways than one. Your shoulders feel lighter and as does your chest, like everything you’ve been shackled to has been lifted off with a good fuck.

“Yeah, much better.” There’s a tired grin to your words.

He wipes away the sheen of sweat that has collected on his hairline and reaches over you to grab a few tissues off the desk. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, dabbing up sweat and cum from where it drips down your thighs.

“You should get some rest. I’ll get you out of class tomorrow morning if you need it. Make up an excuse or something.” He pulls up his own trousers and helps you button up your top again, then lowering you back to the floor so you can be on your way.

“Let me know if you ever need any more assistance,” he winks, patting the top of your head. He smooths down a few stray hairs, putting you back together in at least a somewhat presentable way. “My help is always available to students that need it.”

Because while all that cursed energy may be under control, your relations are far from over.

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