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summary; you sneak out during the night and your teacher is more than willing to punish you.
warnings; teacher/student relationship. smut/nsfw. reader is eighteen. penetration, cunnilingus. mere mention of corruption. no plot i fear. also, unedited + terrible smut <3 mwah enjoy !
a/n; anon sent in this request and i realized it had a lottt of remedy vibes so this can def be read as a stand-alone or pt.2 of remedy! ok bye <3
In the dead of the night, half-hearted footsteps make their way to the vending machine. A low hum reverberating throughout the walls as Satoru snatches up his snack.
Clad in nothing but loose sweatpants and a cotton-like t-shirt, he stands in the illuminated doorway of the room, vulnerable to the cold air of the night. Leaning against the frame, he’s about to rip open the wrapping of his snack until he glimpses at a figure from afar.
Satoru observes them intently, wondering who in the world was dumb enough to invade juju tech with him here — but that thought is thrown abruptly out the window when he realizes there’s no malice in their intentions.
Now he’s confused.
Was it a teacher? Student?
The moonlight glow is the only light that gives Satoru a vague outline of the figure, but as they slowly trickle closer into his peripheral, he almost drops his snack.
𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: seeing you in that skirt, with the flesh of your legs filling those thigh highs, just—damn. it fucks him right up.
𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: minor/adult relationship, explicit smut, unprotected sex, swearing
𝖆/𝖓: i do not condone minor-adult relationships. i also do not condone sexual harassment (visual, physical, every single form of it). don’t follow yuji, megumi and gojo’s example.
YOUR SKIRT IS too short.
He can see the eyes of the rest. See how the eyes of many flit to and fro, gazes directed down the smooth skin of your bare thighs. Yuji’s stares are obvious. He won’t even covertly look at you from the corner of his eye but will stare directly at your thighs whenever you turn around. Megumi’s eyes are nervous. Apprehensive. Gojo knows the boy doesn’t want to look at you in such a… lecherous way but the way your legs look in those thigh highs is just so tempting. Gojo knows this well.
Nobara is one of the only lucky ones. She gets to palm your thighs and squeeze them as she pleases. Stupid sorority bonds or whatever. On occasion Gojo has seen even Maki swing a slap to your ass. He wishes he could be either of the girls.
His eyes are covered. He gets to look at you freely, gets to tilt his head down and eye the flesh that fills your thigh highs with his eyes lidded from behind the blindfold around his head. The smile he keeps on his face is the same. Still as mischievous and playful as it has always been, especially when he has to keep it on around the others.
✯warning: fem! reader, she/her pronouns, spitting, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, slight dubcon themes, sub/dom, subspace, dry humping, grinding, breeding, sensei kink!!! unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), rough sex, humiliation, creampie, and degradation.
✯note: i literally woke up in a cold sweat and wrote this, it’s currently 5 am and i’m dying
✯taglist: @the-fandoms-georgie
“Hey, pretty girl.”
“Hi, baby. How was work?” you hummed, mindlessly pressing a kiss on his cheek. His lips turning into a pout due to your lack of attention on him. As soon as he got home, you would usually bombard him with hugs and kisses until one of you would take it even further.
“It was good,” he took off his shirt, a common occurrence as he had repeatedly expressed that he felt more comfortable being shirtless. You being flustered by it was just a bonus. Gojo lived for your cute little face, the way you avoided his gaze made his blood rush south. Your soft eyes avoiding his well-sculpted body, the way you twiddled with your thumbs and stuttered as you tried to continue the conversation. You were a precious little thing.
He groaned lightly as he palmed his hardening cock through his sweats.
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.
Minors and ED blogs DNI. Do not repost or recommend my work anywhere.
Synopsis. Adding sex to the mix doesn’t seem too bad of an idea when your long term friend Gojo Satoru gives you a taste of the experience — conveniently enough, on your living room couch.
You were seated opposite to him on your couch, your back leaning against the arm of it with him mirroring your position, your thumb running over the rim of the beer bottle in your hand. It was one of the many nights you two would frequently have on a weekend – takeout with some drinks and maybe even a movie before you’re both passed out on your living room floor. Dressed in just a tank top and pyjama shorts – you were halfway through your second drink when Gojo had suggested one of the most absurd ideas that had ever occurred to you, and you were starting to think that maybe you should tell him to slow down with the alcohol before he begins to spew more impulsive thoughts.
“Why would I joke about?” Gojo replied nonchalantly.
“Well, it is you we’re talking about here.”
He rolled his eyes at that, huffing a strand of white hair away from his face before locking eyes with you, “I wouldn’t joke about that with you, maybe with Nanami but–“
You shook your head, lifting a hand up to stop him, he pursed his lips immediately at that. “Satoru–“ you started with a sigh, “Do you..do you understand what you’re saying right now? Do you understand what you’re asking me here?” Your voice did not match the playful tone of his, his eyebrows slightly pinching in together in seriousness.
“Of course I do. I’m not an idiot.”
“You’re drunk.”
“I’m honest.” He retorted, “And you’re in denial.”
You barked out a laugh at that, “Denial? How?” Gojo only smirked in response, clearing his throat before beginning to crawl towards you. You raised an eyebrow at his approach, wondering where this was going. “You’re full of shit if you say you haven’t thought about it too.” He said, his hand using the back of the couch to support his weight while the other rests on the arm of the couch you’re leaning on.
Throwing your head back in a laugh, you patted his shoulder in amusement once you looked back at him. “I admire your confidence – truly, Satoru. But I think you tend to forget something.” You stated with a sympathetic sigh, your finger brushing the collarbone peaking through his shirt, before drunkly gripping his collar and pulled him towards you, your breaths mingling. “I’m not one of your play things. I’ve known you for years – I know you like an open book. So whatever poor attempt this is to try and lure me to your bed,“ you paused to kiss your teeth “–it’s not going to work.” You finished, before leaning back again on the arm of the couch, a triumphant smirk on your face as you rendered him speechless.
Failing to hear a response from him, you initially thought the conversation was over as you took another swing of your beer. However, your eyebrows shot up as you nearly choked on your drink once you felt his hand on you calf, fingertips having a feel of your skin. You looked back at him, his eyes glued on your leg as he shook his head with a dark chuckle. “This is where you’re wrong, peach.” He squeezed your calf before it began to dangerously rise up to your knee, thumb rubbing your skin. “If you did know me, then you would know I wouldn’t mind having you bent over my knee any day now.”
You sucked in a breath, unsure whether if your face was hot from the alcohol or his words. Gojo’s cheeks were flushed red from his drink, the tip of his tongue poking out to wet his lips, his eyes fixed on yours. “You’re a smart girl, but not smart enough if you can’t seem to use that pretty head of yours when you’re around me.”
“Satoru–“ you shook your head, gulping. Every drop of confidence you had in your voice earlier had suddenly dissipated. “Why..why are you telling me this?”
“I want to fuck you.” He blatantly replied, “I’m not one to beat around the bush. You should know that since you claim to know me so much.” he huffed in slight annoyance. To say there was sexual tension between you two ever since you met was an understatement. Flirty remarks, teasing touches and even drunken pecks were shared here and there but nothing ever beyond that. You were both part of the same friendship group after all, and were pretty much the only ones out of said group who haven’t hooked up with each other yet.
“Fuck me and disregard me like you do with the others?”
He shook his head immediately at that, his face lacking any form of amusement. He was serious, for once. “There’s a difference. You’re my friend, I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“It just..it sounds like a bad idea to me.” You sighed in response, the rim of your beer bottle suddenly being the most interesting thing in the world to look at, “It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to, [Name].” His voice caught you off guard in the eerie silence as you met his gaze again. “But I’m not going to pressure you into something you don’t want. It’s just something that’s been on my mind for a while, so I thought you should know.” He finished before pulling his hand away, the place where his hand resided on your leg suddenly felt cold as he laid back on the arm of the couch opposite to you, his feet grazing yours.
Gojo Satoru was idolised by the public. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him (some times they wanted him too). Gossip from stranger mouths would spring every week on not only how he looked like a god, but also how he was one in the sheets. So why not? You think. Why not relieve the sexual tension once and for all and see whether if those said rumours live up to his name by having a taste yourself?
“If we’re going to do this–“ you confidently spoke, making his head snap up towards you at your sudden change in heart. “–Our friends can’t know. And I mean no one can know, not even Geto. I’m not interested in us being another experiment to them.”
“Cross my heart, my lips are sealed.” He smiled, “Better be.” You murmured, before placing your beer bottle on the coffee table. Your gaze met the mischievous glint in his eyes, his hand patting his thigh as he beckoned you to come closer, “Come here.”
You licked your lips, finding yourself crawling towards him at an agonisingly slow pace. His eyes shamelessly eyeing your chest as it peaked through your tank top. You stopped in between his legs, Gojo’s hand finding its way to your cheek as you looked up to him. “Have you thought about it?” He asked quietly.
You blinked at his question, there was no point of lying. You’ve always wondered – wondered how his calloused hands would feel all over your body, how his lips would brush over your skin before sinking his teeth in and leaving a love bite, how his hair would tickle your ear when he’d bury his face into the crook of your neck, thrusting over and over and over.
But your pride was too big to admit it out loud. So you opted for something else.
“Well, if there’s one particular thing I’ve always wondered about..” You began, your eyes darting from his bulge to his eyes. Gojo smirked almost immediately at that, “I’ll have you know I’ve heard nothing but positive feedback about my–“
“I’m not talking about your size.” You interrupted, pursing your lips to hold back a smile. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, before you watched his smile drop and eyes widen in realisation.
“My pubes? You thought about my pubes out of everything?”
You barked out a laugh at his disappointment, the previous awkward atmosphere diminishing at your conversation. “Can you blame me? Even your eyelashes are white, it’s only logical that–“
“Jesus christ.” He huffed, throwing his head back with his eyes screwed shut. He rubbed his face with both hands, before looking back at you. His lips curved upwards once again, “You’re in luck, since you’re about to see for yourself. ”
You found yourself mirroring his smirk as you sat up. You swung your legs over his, fully situating yourself on his lap. Gojo’s hands immediately resting on your hips. “You better not make me regret this.”
“First of all–“ Gojo said, his tone flat as his palm collided with your bum harshly, making you jump in place. “You don’t talk to me like that, peach.” His nickname for you rolled off his tongue almost condescendingly – almost carrying a different weight this time.
He leaned forward, watching you gulp. Your lips slightly parted as small breaths left your mouth, your eyes flickering between both of his eyes. The blue sea that inhabited his orbs refused to look anywhere else as he watched your walls slowly crumble down, almost as if they were daring you to look away. Gojo leaned his head towards your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered, “I’d behave if I were you.”
He backed away, but stayed closed enough to brush your nose against his. You closed your eyes, feeling his lips envelop yours in a slow kiss, a hand finding its way behind and up your back, fingers trailing up and down your spine once he slipped his hot tongue into your mouth. His fingers trailed upwards, before gripping the back of your neck and pushing you deeper against his lips, eliciting a small whimper from you. He pulled away, a small pop! heard as your lips separated.
“Yeah?” Gojo asked with a small smile, thumb running across your already hot cheek, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, a small smirk on your face. You nodded eagerly before yanking him from his collar towards you, lips meeting his forcefully as they moulded against each other, your tongues dancing in a sweet harmony. Your arms wrapped around his neck – breathing fast, heart rate faster. He gripped your hips tightly, and you slightly winced against his lips as you felt his fingers digging into your pelvic bone.
You felt his growing bulge underneath you, poking you through your shorts and encouraging you to roll your hips against his, your pelvises directly aligned as you moved in a wave-like motion. Gojo’s grip around your frame tightened, feeling a small vibration against your lips once he let out a low moan. Chest against chest, your hardened nipples protruded through your tank top and rubbed against his clothed torso with each movement.
His hand moved down your stomach, slipping inside your shorts and reaching your panties. You continued grinding against his fingers as they teased your clothed clit in the same pace. You pulled away to breathe for a second, gasping against his lips at the growing feeling in your cunt before pressing them back to him. Gojo responded immediately, the sounds of lips smacking and kissing resumed as he felt a patch of wetness in your panties.
“Satoru.” You breathed out once you pulled away, “Want you in my mouth.”
He retracted his fingers, “Yeah? Want my cock down your throat?” he spoke teasingly, you only hummed eagerly before taking the liberty to crawl off his lap. Laying on your stomach between his legs and perched your ass up. You pulled his sweatpants and boxers along the way, his hard dick slapping his stomach, the tip flushed red and decorated with a white ring of precum – his cock mildly curved upwards and you couldn’t help but think how it would feel deep inside of you. However, you’re snapped out of your thoughts at something else as you eyed his cock.
Shaved. He was fully shaved. Not even trimmed, or any presence of a small stubble to give you at least a hint on whether if your suspicions were true or not. You blinked, looking back at him as he snickered.
“Tough luck. Maybe next time.”
“Next time?”
“Yeah next time–“ He leaned forward, placing your chin between the web of his thumb and index finger as he tilted your head up, his rough palm warm underneath your chin. “Because you’ll be begging for more once I’m done with you.”
Gojo leaned back comfortably against the arm of the couch, nudging his chin at you with a look of amusement, “Go on.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at him, licking your lips and attempting to grab his shaft before he stopped you by gripping your wrist. “Wait–“ he murmured, and you restrained yourself from huffing impatiently. “You have an eyelash on your cheek.” He noted, squinting his eyes at your face, his thumb and forefinger pinched at something on your cheek before retracting his hand, showing you the short curved hair on his index finger.
“Wanna make a wish?” Gojo cooed, grinning almost childishly at you. The devil resting on your left shoulder whispered lewd thoughts into your ear as you smirked. You fluttered your eyes shut, pretending to give yourself a hard thought before opening them and blowing your eyelash away. Gojo opened his mouth to speak, probably to spew another remark before you wrapped your lips around his finger, nipping at his fingertip before swirling your tongue around his digit.
“Shit..” He breathed out shakily, watching you suck in his finger further down your throat as his knuckle reached your lips. You blinked at him, pulling your lips off his finger before wrapping your hand around his cock. You flicked your tongue against the ring of precum, humming in satisfaction as Gojo’s hand brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, before landing on the back of your skull with his thumb rubbing in circular motions against.
You wrapped your lips around his tip, flicking it with the tip of your tongue before giving his cock long licks across his length, stopping at his balls and taking one into your mouth. Your tongue barely gave Gojo time to breathe as you watched him throw his head back, his swollen, pink lips forming a pout. His fingers dug into your scalp as you gave him a particularly hard suck. You gave him a second to recompose before fully taking him into your warm mouth, his girth stretching your lips far and wide. The heat from your breath making him throb in anticipation.
“Fuck.” He sighed out, looking back at you as you hallowed your cheeks around him. “You love this, don’t you?” You moaned around him in response, giving him a quick nod with his cock in your mouth before flattening your tongue along his length. The salty sweet taste of him mixed with your own saliva made you bob your head up and down agonisingly slow.
His arm snaked past your armpits, pulling you off him with a gasp. Your chin wet from your own spit, his large hands cradling your face as he kissed you hard and deep, his hot tongue finding its way back into your mouth and having a taste of his own precum.
“Do you have a condom?” You heard him say as you pulled away with a pant, eagerly pulling his shirt off as he did the same to you, “’M on the pill.” you murmured, pulling him in from his neck into another heated kiss. A squeal escaped your mouth when he pinched your ass, before he slowly laid you down on your back, not breaking away from your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, chest against chest. His hand yanked your shorts down, tossing them on the floor somewhere. With your panties being the only barrier left between your nude bodies, you moaned against his mouth once you felt his hardened cock rub against your clothed clit.
Gojo broke away from your lips, prepping kisses across your jaw and down your throat, leaving a trail of wet patches before latching his mouth onto your breast. You gasped as you felt his teeth sink in softly around your nipple, running his tongue across the area before giving it a hard suck. His other hand reached down between your legs, applying pressure to your clit through your panties as you felt sweat form along your hairline.
“Stop teasing.” you sighed out, making Gojo pull away. “You expect me to make it easy on you?” He retorted with a small chuckle and a shake of his head, his breath fanning your face as the smell of beer invaded your nostrils. “That’s not how it works, peach.”
“I expected you to fuck me like you mean it, not lie through your teeth.”
“Lie?” He raised an eyebrow, his teeth slightly clenched. “You think I’m messing?”
“Are you gonna prove me wrong?” You continued to press him on purpose. He only smirked in response, and for a minute you nearly regretted letting those words slip out of your mouth.
“Oh I will,” He paused to pull your panties down, the flesh of your hips that's been squeezed by the fabric breaking free, your pussy lips already glistening from your own wetness, “I’m gonna fuck you until you cry.”
He grabbed his own shaft, leading it towards your cunt. His tip sticking into your entrance only a little bit before pulling back and spreading your slick across your labia and to your clit, you whined at the sensation underneath him, biting your tongue to stop yourself from begging for some sort of friction from him, and you almost thanked the gods above once you felt him push in.
Your mouth hung open as he inserted himself, your pussy lips swallowing him whole as his girth stretched you with every inch that pushed in, Gojo moaned on top of you, hands digging into your waist as you bent your knees. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, staying still for a second once he fully pushed in, sighing out a low "fuck.“ before you felt a tap against your thigh. "Bring it up." he breathed out against your neck, his hot breath making goosebumps rise on the arms wrapped around his back.
You lifted the leg that's inside the couch upwards, "A little higher - that's it." Gojo sounded satisfied once your leg rested over of the back of the couch, you took the liberty to move your other leg onto the floor, your toes grazing against the carpet as you found yourself spread wide for him as much as you can. "Satoru–" You whined out.
"I know, baby. I know." He said, before pulling back and burying himself inside of you again, he snapped his hips with every moderate paced thrust, your wetness making it easier for his cock to slide in and out, the curve of his cock kissing the spot that's etched deep into your cunt. “You feel so good, so warm and snug and–fuck.” Gojo cursed.
It’s almost as if his hands couldn’t get enough of you – first gripping hard on your breasts as some sort of anchor, then moving onto your already spread legs and pushing down on your inner thighs, making you wince as he stretched you out fully. His rough hand then grabbed the leg next to his head, making you gasp as you watched him wrap his lips around your toe, giving it a teasing suck and a lick, his eyes not breaking away from yours before one of them dropped into a wink.
Gojo’s thrusts didn’t falter for a second as he returned your leg to its previous position, resting it comfortably over the back of the couch. His rough hands snuck over your hips and behind your ass, taking your flesh between his fingers and spreading your cheeks apart as he lifted your pelvis slightly above the couch.
There was so much going one – your legs spread, his hands on your ass, his curved cock not leaving a sweet spot inside of you untouched. A thin layer of sweat covering both of your heaving bodies as you both moaned loud enough for your next door neighbour to hear.
Both of your hands reached his biceps, grabbing the muscles for leverage as his thrusts got harder and started pushing you further back into the couch, the top of your head meeting the arm of it as you arched your back in pleasure. “Mhm–Satoru..”
When you looked back at him, you could've sworn you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs at the sight in front of you. The veins in Gojo's arms protruded from his hard grip on your ass, his cock glistening with your slick every time he pulled back, his pecs flexing with every thrust. His chest was dusted with a soft shade of pink, snow hair matted against his forehead. The way his face contorted in pleasure – eyebrows pinched together, heavy pants and grunts escaping his pouty lips.
Desperately, your grip on his biceps tightened as you pulled him closer to you, making him slow down his thrusts as his hands left your ass and moved to your waist instead, dropping your lower half back onto the couch. You retrieved both of you legs and bent your knees as he snuggled in between them, with one arm around his neck and the other perched up on your elbow for support, you lifted your back off the couch as you began to hold him for all it’s worth and grind your hips against his. Gojo let out a throaty moan as you contracted and released your pelvic muscles around his cock. "Oh, god." He let out a low groan, pecking your lips as you continued to roll your hips against his, "Oh, fuck."
“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” Gojo shamelessly admitted once you clenched around him again. He quickly shook his head, not wanting to cum just yet, he pulled his cock out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness, only to gasp as he flipped you over on your stomach. You rested your chin against the arm of the couch, emitting a high pitched “oh!” once his hand collided with your asscheek in a loud smack. You were reluctant to think his hands would leave bruises on your ass from the constant gripping and smacking, but once you felt his teeth sink into the flesh of your ass, you knew for sure he would leave his mark.
You gasped at the stinging feeling. He only hummed in response – spreading your asscheeks apart, your juices glazing your lips. Gojo found himself licking his lips at the sight, before sticking his tongue out and giving you a long hard lick, your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling, your high coming back down as he tried to coax you into calmness with his mouth on your cunt.
“So wet for me.” He muttered. You felt a ball of spit fall on your asshole and drip down your cunt, making you mewl. “All for me.” His mouth latched onto your lips, tongue lapping all of your juices before sticking it into your entrance, nose brushing against your skin as he buried his face between your cheeks. Gojo’s groans vibrated against your skin, making you desperately grind back onto his face. His fingernails dug deep into your flesh as he continued to eat you up like a starved man that haven’t had a morsel of food in ages, tongue not leaving a drop of your juices drip into the couch as he drank it all up.
You whined in distress once he pulled away – he was constantly edging you and not letting you cum, and although you wanted nothing more than to have your release all over his mouth, the ache between your legs wanted to feel his cock inside instead.
Almost as if he heard your thoughts, you felt him line himself with your entrance, pushing in with his hands gripping your hips again. You were sure at this point he was leaving handprints all over your body, but the thought quickly dissipated as you heard the obscene sounds of your squelching hole take in his cock with every hard thrust.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You heard Gojo pant behind you. “Oh, Satoru.” You mewled, your arm stretched behind you and reached to clasp the hand that’s gripping your hip. “Oh, baby.”
His movements began to slow down, cock buried deep inside your cunt as he leaned downwards. You felt his chest against your back, teeth nibbling on your ear as his hands reached your breasts and gripped the flesh tightly in his palms, pinching and rolling your nipples. Gojo’s knees spread your legs just a little bit – he didn’t pull back or push himself any deeper, but had his thighs glued completely to the back of yours as he started to roll his hips, just to make sure the curve of his cock touched every inch of your insides as your walls clenched tightly around him.
“Please..” you quietly begged, his nose in your hair as he inhales your scent deeply. Gojo halts his movements, and his hands began to move to find a new territory to mark – one hand wrapped around your throat while the other slides down your stomach, his palm splayed across your naval as he pressed down onto the bulge that’s poking through you. “You feel that, peach? Do you feel me right here – right in your tummy?”
Your mouth hung open, eyes open like a deer in headlights as you sucked in a breath. You only managed to nod eagerly, screwing your eyes shut at the feeling of his cock nudging your cervix while his hand pressed down your tummy bulge. “Too deep, too much I–“ You whined, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. You felt his hand snake further down and reach your clit, two of his digits using your own slick for lubrication as he began to draw circles on your clitoris and hood, his fingertips grazing your labia in the process.
“No, no, no–“ you begged and attempted to break free from his hold before gasping once you felt Gojo’s fingers squeeze the sides of your throat, “Fuck, stay still for me.” He grunted, your clitoris wedged between his two fingers as he gave it a small pinch before resuming to his previous circular motions.
“Please move, please just–hmph!” your broken pleads were interrupted with a loud moan as you felt him suddenly pull back and push his cock in, his sudden animalistic thrusts catching you off guard. The hand around your throat moved towards your face, gripping your cheeks to face him as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. Tongues dancing and teeth colliding in a desperate attempt to match the pace of his thrusts. A throaty moan elicited from Gojo against your lips as you clenched around him again.
With his fingers barely giving your sensitive clit a break, your long awaited orgasm started approaching like a crashing wave as you felt a familiar coil in your abdomen. “I’m gonna cum, m’gonna–“
“Cum. Cum all over my cock.” Gojo urged in jagged, irregular breaths. You felt your throat muscles burn as you cried out in pleasure. Your long awaited orgasm washed over you, making you curl your toes as you creamed all over his cock.
Gojo’s thrusts decreased, giving you a chance to slow down your heart. You looked over your bare shoulder blade, about to ask why he didn’t cum yet, only to shriek once you felt the arms around your waist lift you, pulling you down behind with you on top of him – your back against his chest, his cock still inside of you. The sudden change in positions knocked the air out of your lungs, and before you know it, his hands reached the back of your thighs, pulling it closer to your chest and spread your legs further. Your eyes frantically widening in realisation, “Sato–oh!”
He began to fuck you from below, feet planted to support his weight. His knees bent and hips lifted as he thrusted harder with every second, you watched his cock disappear into and out of your cunt, his muffled groans against your skin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. Your eyes began to water at the overstimulation, Gojo’s hands gripping the back of your thighs so hard you thought he was close to cutting off your blood circulation. “Ngnh, ‘Toru—!” You sobbed out, “Please!” your cries and wails fell on deaf ears. You weren’t exactly sure what you were begging for, whether for him to stop or to keep going – either way, you couldn’t get enough of him.
“One more – give me one more, peach.” Gojo grunted against your ear. Tears were streaming down your face at this point, your own hair strands sticking to the back of your neck with sweat. And then you felt it – fast stream jets of your juices involuntarily ejecting out of you right in front of your eyes as you squirted. The pornographic sounds of your squelching hole and skin slapping only made your chest hot at the lewdness of your state. “That’s it.” Gojo encouraged, “That’s my good girl.”
“Satoru,” You panted quietly, the pace of his thrusts remained unchanged as you felt him twitch inside of you. “Cum inside me, please.” your begging made his grip around you tighten, “Need to feel it, need you to fill me up.”
“Fuck, don’t say that.” He breathed out, almost pleadingly. Moans of curses and your own name spilled from his beautiful lips and reached your ears as you felt spurts of his own hot cum fill you up to the brim, strings of his own semen escaping your hole and reaching your ass as it trickled down your thighs. Both of your mouths hung upon at the sensation that washed over your sweaty bodies.
Gojo released his grip on your knees, before reaching your face and tilting your head for a few pecks on your lips. Your chests heaving almost rhythmically as you panted tiredly against each other’s lips. He lifted you off his chest to slip his cock out, and just as expected, his own milky cum began to leak out of your hole. Laying you back on the couch as he slipped out from underneath you, you heard his footsteps trail away from you and into the kitchen, your ears barely registering the sound of him rummaging through your drawers as you felt your eyes begging you for a deep slumber.
Just as promised – he had in fact, fucked you until you cried.
Your eyes shot up at the sudden feeling of wetness on your inner thighs, seeing Gojo dressed back in his sweatpants with damp paper towels in his hand as he wiped you clean. His eyes met yours – giving you a small smile before focusing back on the task at hand. You licked your already swollen lips, too tired to notice that the shirt you’re about to grab from the floor and wear was actually Gojo’s – who’ve just finished cleaning you up before dumping the sticky tissues into a nearby bin.
You sat up on the edge of the couch, your feet planted on the carpet. Your mouth was dry and your legs were aching from how far and long he’s been spreading you open. You only gave Gojo a questionable look as you watched him grab your panties off the floor and shove it into his pocket. “A souvenir.” He comically answered your unspoken question with a grin. He then grabbed the two water bottles he previously placed on your coffee table, passing you one as you eagerly accepted it, the both of you taking large gulps to quench you thirst.
“So,” You heard him speak amusingly, but you were too busy making sure you swallow every last drop of water to wash up your dry throat. You looked back at him once you finished, exhaling in content. And although his body was covered in a layer of sweat and his hair was messily stuck to his forehead – he had that mischievous glint in his eyes, his lips curved up into a smirk, your living room light adorning his toned chest and figure as he stood in front of you. The rumours were true after all, he was an Adonis that sprung amongst the sea of men.
a/n: enjoy! mwah mwah <3 also not gonna take hiatus off my navi bc im indecisive and this was impulsive :p also edited this like once >.<
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"ya like that, baby? yeah? just like that?"
"yes, daddy, just like that!" you encourage him, running your soft fingers through his slightly tangled hair.
if there's one thing osamu can be, it's a tease. not much different from his brother, osamu loves to draw out his tauntings as much as possible. especially when it comes to something he loves. and he loves wrapping his warm, puffy lips around your sweet, sensitive bud.
"mmm, good girl," he hums against your clit, fast fingers scissoring in and out of your squeezing cunt. 'samu then curves his fingers just slightly, enough to brush against your sweet spot but not enough to trigger your impending orgasm.
you cry out his name, unconsciously shoving his head further in between your legs. he then takes the opportunity to get better access of your pussy lips, bury his fingers deeper and lap at the honey flavored juices that are dripping on to the sheets. he doesn't want any to go to waste.
"'samu, gonna cum!" you wail, gripping his locks. all he does is look up from your leaking pussy and fixes his gaze on yours.
the scandalous slurping and audible wetness of his knuckles and fingers squelching from your cunny sends you into a frenzy. it causes for the tight burn in your lower abdomen to get more intense as osamu plays with your clit.
he uses the tip of his tongue to give your clit kitten licks, tickling the bud under the hood. he does this especially since he knows he'll get you to emit a needy and desperate moan. and with the way you're bucking your hips, isn't helping the fact that you actually are — needy and desperate.
you finally break eye contact and throw your head back, feeling your walls clamp down on his thick fingers. the intense stare you had going on with the ceiling is cut short when you squeeze your eyes shut, letting yourself go, awaiting your long awaited climax.
thing is, it never came.
you quickly snap your neck up, not giving a damn if you almost gave yourself whiplash. you look between your quivering legs only to find osamu smirking, licking up his glistening fingers.
"b-but! huh?! i- wha?" you're barely able to formulate words, only forming incoherent syllables.
your boyfriend only chuckles at how pathetic you sound. you sound like a hopeless whore. he loves this side of you though. the way you whimper and whine about not getting what you want. like a baby that's been ripped of their toy.
once, he finishes with his fingers, he smiles and tilts his head at an angle before speaking.
"what's wrong, baby?" he teases, shit-eating smirk clear as day.
"'samu!!!" you whine, banging your fist against the soft mattress beneath you, "was so close! was gonna cum real soon! was gonna– oh! "
he entertains your trantrum for a mere second before shuttimg you up. and he shut you up real good. why do you always think he's going to leave his baby unsatisfied? your bratty behavior isn't gonna get you anywhere.
attaching his mouth to your cunny once again, osamu holds no mercy. not holding back an ounce, osamu locks his strong arms around your thighs and pulls you impossibly closer to his face, leaving no room for gaps.
the man eats you out like he's been deprived of you for so long. he loves it. he relishes in the way you spill yourself all in his mouth. he finds so much joy in lapping his tongue all around your labia and can't get enough of how much you mewl his name over and over when he pulls your pussy lips between his own red and swollen lips.
osamu has allowed no chance for you to pull away. his elbows are holding you down, pinning you on the bed. and he most certainly won't let you move away even when you're thrashing and squeezing your thighs against the sides of his head. if anything, it's encouragement to him.
he can hear you begging, wailing out for him to give you a second to breathe and calm down. but he doesn't think he'll do so. didn't you want this? you were asking for it just a second ago.
he plays a dangerous game when he removes one arm from your thigh but hurriedly replaces it with the other, throwing the other arm on your stomach to keep you from moving. he takes his free hand and snakes it back to your slick pussy. with his mouth still on your clit, he drags his fingers up and down your folds before pushing them in.
with the stimulation being too much to handle, all you can do is grind and hump your pussy against osamu's face. and he's gladly taking it.
"'samu! 'samu! 'm gonna–" not being able to finish your own damn sentence, you shriek, feeling a coil in your stomach snap. and before you know it, you're gushing over osamu's face, milking his fingers thin.
only thing osamu can do is enjoy the feeling of your juices spraying into his mouth and his cock straining against his boxers. he can't wait to feel you around him. he's almost angry your orgasm is taking so long.
while you're squirting and riding out your high, osamu's taking everything you give him. he keeps licking up your slick and keep pumping your pussy until you're crying and begging him to stop.
until he's satisfied with his work, he looks up and admires how you look. you look like a mess; your chest heaving and your arm thrown over your face. he smiles softly at the sight, before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he then gives a loud exhale before saying,
"think that was enough prep, don'tcha?"
when he hears you groan and mumble something he's unable to understand, he chuckles again and replies, "come on, baby. this cock isn't gonna fuck itself,".
(A/N: ahhh delicious. I’ve been mulling over this one for quite a while)
WARNING: smut. Threesome- at least, my interpretation of a threesome. That is all…I think
Also I’m still not used to writing in reader perspective. Give me a few tries and hopefully I’ll get used to it
You can’t exactly pin down when exactly your relationship with the two brothers began to change.
They were slow, subtle changes: the way Diluc would press each knuckle of your hand to his lips in greeting; the way Kaeya insisted on walking you home every night after work, his hand pressed tightly to your hip.
But of course, as with all things associated with them, you learn to take it in stride. After all, both of these men have greater things in mind than a simple maid such as yourself.
All you can do is continue being there for them, as you’ve always done.
can i get uh: (nsfw) ikesen mc trying to encourage ieyasu to be rougher by withdrawing from sexy times and teasing him til he just drags her off to the nearest unoccupied corner
“What’s got you in bad mood?” Masamune asked as he threw his arms up into the air and folded them behind his head, his one eyed glaring at his blonde haired comrade who seemed be grumpier than normal.
Ieyasu ignored any and all conversation as he and several warlords were leaving another war council meeting. His mind had been elsewhere for days, ignorant to the world around him. With a hard slap on the shoulder from his one-eyes friend, his attention was forced back to reality.
“Are you just going to ignore me?” Masamune teases with a smirk. His words were still being ignored as Ieyasu’s gaze traveled over his shoulder to a woman down the hall, carrying a bottle of sake presumably to Nobunaga.
It was Mai, and it was the first time he had seen her in nearly a week. As she was about to turn the corner, she caught his gaze, a hint of red flushing her cheeks. Setting down the large bottle, she then started fanning herself with her hands. Loosening the front of her kimono, she made sure he was watching before she picked up her delivery and proceeded around the corner.
Shrugging Masamune’s hand from his shoulder, Ieyasu speeded away. His ally called for him, but he ignored it. His goal now was to cut her off before she reached Nobunaga.
...
Mai was coming down the stairs of the tenshu, the sake delivered. About half-way down the hall, she felt a firm grip on her arm, pulling her into the darkness of one of the empty rooms. With the door slammed shut, she looked up at her capturer.
“Did Nobunaga see you like this?” Ieyasu’s voice was irritated as his fingertips pinched the lining loosely covering her chest.
“I did,” she said proudly, swatting his hand away, “it’s hot out today and that bottle was rather heavy. I needed more airflow.”
“It’s not even hot today,” he scowled, knowing full well it was almost winter, “I don’t want other men seeing you like this.”
“Is that so?” her eyebrow raised, she leaned back against the wall, pulling down her loose folds even more, the flushed flesh of her breasts starting to become exposed, “guess I’ll need some punishment.”
His face went red, mouth watering at the seductive sight of her. The hard beating of his now racing heart burned his ears. Nothing would please him more than to have her here and now, there was just one problem.
“You know I don’t want to do that,” he cleared his throat, looking away, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“That’s too bad,” she sighed, pushing herself off the wall, “guess I’ll just walk around like this. Maybe Mitsuhide or Masamune will-“
Grabbing her arm once more, Ieyasu spun her around and pushed her against the wall.
“That’s not going to happen,” he growled, “I’ll take you here if I have to. Seems you’ve forgotten who you’ve pledged your love to.”
She couldn’t help but smile, feeling the tickling heat pulse through her body from her lower stomach. Attempting to turn her head to egg him on further, she was a bit pleased to found that she couldn’t. His hold on her was too strong, even with him only holding her arm that was twisted behind her back.
Using his spare hand, he pulled her long hair to the other side, leaving her neck exposed. Sinking in his teeth, her body arched reactively into him, a sultry moan escaping her lips. Pulling up her kimono, his hand finally found the area between her legs, his finger sliding up her clit.
“Aaah,” she panted, her hands gripping the wall she was pushed up against, “Ieyasu, I’m not wet enough.”
“Yet,” the huskiness of his voice buckled her knees. Leaving her clit, his hand undid her obi with fierce impatience, ripping a couple of seams and stitches. She was about to protest as he spun her back around, but his ferocious kiss swallowed her words.
“Maybe if you hadn’t deprived and taunted me, I’d be a bit more careful with how I take you.”
With her obi tossed to the floor, the sides of her kimono fell to her sides, revealing her soft, warm flesh. His hand wasted no time in finding her nipple, pinching and twisting, increasing pressure from the cue of her moans. The other traveled down back to revisit her clit.
“Spread your legs,” his breathy demand heated her neck before his teeth sank back into her tender flesh. Distracted by the pleasure from his fingers and mouth, she didn’t obey immediately, so he pinched the other nipple, previously untouched. A gasp of pleasure, nearly falling to the floor before he growled in her ear, “Spread your legs.”
She did as he demanded, spreading far enough to still hold herself up while granting him access. His finger slipped back down, finding her entrance and sliding it back up to her now swolen clit, bringing with it some of her hot juices for lubrication.
Swirling around, his speed varied from achingly slow to nearly climaxing. The sensation of his teeth on her neck, his hand squeezing her breasts, and his finger on her clit was overwhelming. Throwing her head back against the wall, she bit down in her lip to silence her cries.
“I-Ieyasu,” she panted, grabbing into his shoulders for support, “I need- to-“
“Get on the floor,” he demanded, leaving her alone at the wall as he stripped away his clothing, layering his clothes for her to comfortably lie on. It took her a moment, but when she finally left the wall, he relayed more instructions, “face down, hips up.”
She kept her giggles to herself, following his direction after she shrugged the remainder of her kimono. Bunching up the clothes to make a poor excuse for a pillow, she rested her chest on the floor and rose her hips into the air.
Smacking her ass, the sound startling her, Ieyasu positioned himself. Mai smiled, expecting to feel his hard cock entering her, but she instead felt two fingers roughly start pumping in and out.
“Oh!” she buried her face into the clothes to muffle her sounds.
“Now,” Ieyasu pulled out his fingers, sucking off the juices before continuing, “You’re going to learn how to be good before I’ll give you what you want.”
Hi!! Could I request some blowjob headcanons for the Mitsunari, Ieyasu, Masamune, and Yukimura? Thank you love~
Mitsunari~
He prefers to stand. It’s easier for him to watch you and great support for you since he tends to not move around too much.
Take it slow, he extremely sensitive and he wants to enjoy this intimacy with you. He’d hate to spoil the fun by cumming early.
Words of encouragement fail to come out because he can’t stop the sweet grunts as he bites down on his bottom lip.
The sweet grunts from him always follows a gracefully delivered moan from you each time your lips slowly slide up to his sensitive head.
To him, you’re the true angel. He can’t help but stroke your forehead to get the loose strands out of your face.
When he’s about to cum, he’ll try to say your name, but he’s breathless. Only the first syllable comes out.
He always tends to feel bad when you take his release. When you insist everything’s okay, he holds you in his arms, still not over how beautiful you are.
Ieyasu~
Whether it’s on the floor or a chair, he takes his seat before you get started. He knows he can’t handle this kind of pleasure.
Very vocal, his breathing becomes labored, throwing in your name and a few dragged out grunts.
Wrapping up your hair in his hand, he makes a fake ponytail to keep your hair out of the way and carefully encourages you to go faster, deeper.
With your hair taken care of, your hands are free to rest atop his thighs, which you feel tense up the closer he gets to cumming.
Closer and closer, his grip on your hair tightens while his other hand is supporting his upper body from falling on the floor.
As he reaches his release, he’ll used to pull out of your mouth, but he’s stopped doing that since he doesn’t want to pull on your hair.
Now, he’s pumped up and excited. He wants to please you in any way you want as a thank you for your generosity.
Masamune~
His choice: standing up or 69. Today, it’s standing up, but he’ll take it however you wish to deliver.
Leaning against the wall or door is a must. Once things get going, he’ll be left weak.
Gripping the wall, he watches your hands run up and down his legs, occasionally reaching around to feel his clenched ass.
Between his toothy smirk and the lip smacking, growls and husky breaths slip through, begging you to keep going.
He can’t take his eye off of you and his ears are burning with the sweet sounds purring around his slicked cock. It drives him wild as his fingers dig into the wall.
Throwing his head back against the wall, his loud grunts almost sound like howls. His whole body shudders as he cums, nearly causing him to sink to the floor.
Fun’s not over yet. He would never let his precious kitten perform such a delectable act without returning the favor, and he won’t stop until you’ve become as satisfied as you made him.
Yukimura~
Still unsure what he likes yet, he’ll usually do whatever you like. Stand, sit, lie down, whatever.
Whichever he does, he doesn’t have the courage to look at you at first. He’ll throw his head back from the pleasure.
Gritting his teeth, his pelvis can’t stop from pumping into your face rhythmically as his grunts slowly become aggressive.
Finally getting the courage to look at you, your eyes look up at him as you sink down up to his hilt. Each time, it makes him loose control.
With one or two last thrusts, he ejaculates into your mouth as his breath hitches.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the energy to go further. As he holds you, he whispers things he’ll do to you next time to please you.
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Description: The stakes are high when you get caught up in the snake’s latest scheme.
Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.
Word Count: 1536 words (~8 mins of smut)
Author’s Notes: An exercise in filth, no deeper meaning. That being said, happy reading!
AO3: Read here
Can I just say, I LOVE your writing so much! Your one with Masamune, Mitsuhide, and Shingen giving their fem s!o a lap dance was so much fun! If requests are still opened could you write them headcanons with the roles reversed: If their fem s!o gave them a lap dance/pole dance/strip tease and their reaction? I also wouldn't complain if you threw Nobunaga in this one! Again, I love your work so much and am always looking forward to reading :)
Hello dear Anon! You are too sweet for words! I’m beyond thrilled to hear that you enjoy reading my work. 💖 It really makes all the time and effort I put into writing worthwhile. Thanks for this spicy ask (hope it’s ok that it’s mildly NSFW) and as always, happy reading! 😊
“LET ME BLOW YA MIND”: A Guide to Stripteases For Your Fave Warlords (Ikesen Headcanon - NSFW)
Nobunaga:
His favourite way to unwind after a particularly busy/stressful day
The man is well aware of the pleasures of delayed gratification: has the willpower to refrain from touching you during your routine in order to heighten the sensation when he finally does lay his hands on you at the end of your striptease
Will have That Look™ on his face while he watches: seemingly so unflappable were it not for the obvious blaze of lust in his eyes - you know the one:
