nerd!Gojo can't keep things academic with you... (18+)
You swear you guys were just studying, Satoru Gojo tutoring you on some math formulas at his dorm.
So how did you end up squirming and a bit overstimulated underneath him?
"That's it, sweetheart. Eyes on me."
Satoru's voice cuts through the haze clouding your mind, low and commanding in a way that makes your thighs tremble. His glasses sit on the bridge of his nose crooked, fogging up at the edges but his bright blue eyes stay locked on you, and it sends a heat of need pooling down between your legs.
You're lying on his bed, textbook and notes scattered forgotten on his desk. Your shirt is tucked above your chest, your skirt rolled up around your waist. And Satoru is between your spread legs, one hand gripping your hips and the other between your thighs with devastating pressure.
"Satoru-" You gasp, your head falling back as his finger curls inside you, repeatedly finding that sweet spot that makes your vision flash white.
"Nuh-uh." His free hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip as he guides your face back toward his. "I said eyes on me. I want to see every expression you make when you fall apart."
There's something unfairly hot about the contrast, his geeky digimon jumper still on, his hair slightly mussed from your fingers running and tugging on the fluffy, white mess, those smart-boy glasses framing eyes that are currently devouring you whole. He looks like he should be awkwardly explaining the complicated formulas you can never seem to understand, not reducing you to a whimpering mess with his fingers.
"You're so wet for me," he murmurs, almost conversational, like he's commenting on the weather and not the obscene, wet sounds filling his dorm room. "Been thinking about this all through our study session, haven't you? Kept squirming in your seat, pressing those pretty thighs together."
You had been. God, you had been. Something about watching him work through complex equations, his long fingers moving across the page, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in concentration. It was driving you insane.
"Please," you breathe, rocking your hips against his hand, chasing more friction.
"Please what?" His thumb finds your clit, circling with maddening lightness. "Use your words, sweetheart. You're smarter than you think. I know you can tell me exactly what you need."
"More," you manage, your fingers clutching at his shoulders. "I need more, I need-"
"Need me inside you?" He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Need me to fuck you properly?"
"Yes, god, yes-"
He withdraws his fingers, and you nearly sob at the loss, but then you hear the rustle of fabric as he takes his pants off, and anticipation coils tight in your core. Satoru pushes his glasses up with one finger, such a casually nerdy gesture that it shouldn't be as hot as it is, before gripping your hips with both hands.
"Wrap your legs around me," he instructs, and you obey without thinking, your body responding to the quiet authority in his voice.
When he pushes inside you, it's one slow, deliberate thrust that fills you completely. Your back arches, a broken moan escaping your lips, and Satoru makes a low sound of satisfaction.
"Fuck, you feel perfect," he groans, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. For a moment, he stays still, letting you adjust, his breath coming in short pants that fog his glasses further. "So perfect for me."
Then he starts to move, and conjuring a coherent thought becomes impossible.
His rhythm is measured at first, deep rolls of his hips that hit every sensitive spot inside you, but there's a building intensity to it. One hand slides up to fist in your hair, tugging your head back so he can mouth at your throat, teeth grazing your pulse point.
"That's my sweet girl," he murmurs against your skin between kisses. "Taking me so well. Look at you."
You can barely speak. Each attempt falling apart into a moan. "Satoru, I'm close, I'm-"
"I know, baby. I can feel you tightening around me." His thrusts become harder, more purposeful, and the hand not in your hair slides between your bodies to find your clit again. "Cum for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”
The combination of his fingers, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you, and his voice, that commanding, confident voice, sends you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes through you in waves, your body tensing and shuddering as pleasure whites out everything else.
"That's it, just like that," Satoru groans, his rhythm faltering as your walls clench around him. "You're so fucking beautiful."
He follows moments later, his hips stuttering as he buries himself deep, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. For a long moment, you stay like that, tangled together, both breathing hard.
When he finally pulls back to look at you, his glasses are completely fogged now, and you can't help but laugh breathlessly. He grins. That boyish, slightly dorky grin that made him so endearing to you, and takes his frames off to clean them on his jumper.
"So," he says, his voice returning to that casual, almost academic tone, though his eyes still glitter with satisfaction. "Ready to get back to studying? Or do you need another break first?"
"I think I'm going to need more breaks."
"Good," he murmurs, setting his glasses back on his nose. "I was hoping you'd say that."
Note: Elizabeth Kane is a character from my Harry Potter series. First book is Elizabeth Kane and the Sorcerer's Stone. So this is an OC character so there may be some minor spoilers, but I'm going to do my best not to spoil anything :)
Copyright: I do not own Firenze or any other Harry Potter/Wizarding World characters. However, I fully own Elizabeth Kane and there should be no using her name at all without permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.
I finished pressing the flower into my journal, carefully sealing the paper over it. I closed my journal, before putting it into my bag with my other naturey outdoor things. I also picked up my jar of nuts that I had found while walking, screwing the lid back on tightly, sliding it back into my bag.
I slid my bag onto my shoulder, going to find the clearing to watch the purple sunset flowers bloom as the sun went down. They were beautiful, obviously purple, flowers that would open up when the sun started to set. They would glow brighter and brighter until the moon came out, lighting up the entire clearing with their luminescent light.
I slowed as I reached the clearing, a grin going over my face, "Firenze!"
The tall, gorgeous centaur turned, his normally passive face looking agitated. I frowned a little. "Firenze, are you alright?"
"Ah, Elizabeth Kane." Firenze said, his hoof pawing the ground. It wasn't just my imagination, he was definitely agitated about something. "You should leave the forest quickly."
"Why? What happened?" I hurried over to him, looking up at him. He didn't look hurt, nor did I see or hear anything that could be causing any trouble. "Firenze?"
He took a deep breath and said, "Elizabeth Kane, I am in- ah- breeding season. And you. . . well you are. . . what I mean is that you are. . . appealing to me. And you need to go before I do something I will regret."
For some reason, his words made my heart do flips inside my chest. The way his sapphire blue eyes were looking at me, hungry and full of desire, sent something unfamiliar straight to my core.
"To beautiful." Firenze murmured, capturing a lock of my red-brown hair between his fingers. My heart was beating heavier in my chest. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay. I took a step closer to him now, which made him inhale sharply again.
I wasn't sure why I did it. Maybe madness or maybe it was the same desire that he was feeling. But I reached out, putting my hand against his chest. He was hard and firm, perfectly fit and slim.
"Elizabeth~" It was the first time I had ever heard his voice shake. He sounded weak almost, and desperate. I could feel his heart, beating heavily in his chest. His long palomino white hair flowed as a light breeze swept through the clearing. The first of the flowers started to open just a little as the sun started to dip down, lower into the sky.
"Firenze. . ." I whispered, wanting to offer my help. Two things were dividing me. One, the fact that I was sure Bane and the other Centaurs would not be happy if they found out about Firenze rutting me, even if it was because it was breeding season and he couldn't control himself. I was partially afraid of what they would do to him.
And secondly. . . well it wasn't exactly like I had ever had sex before. And well. . . Firenze was not exactly small. In fact, I granted that he was probably bigger than most men, since he was part horse.
Was he human enough that this was okay? Did it matter if he was part human at all?
But every single thought when away, when his arms swept me up, our lips crashing together. His arms, strong around me, holding me up off the ground. His lips, which tasted like sweet berries and his tongue tasted like nectar as it delved into my mouth, searching me out.
We pulled apart, his eyes glazed and burning. He had put me down again, pacing a little once more. "Elizabeth. . . I can only give you one last chance. If you stay I will not be able to stop myself."
My eyes were slightly drawn to his large appendage, dangling lower than usual. I had been friends with Firenze for years, since my first year at Hogwarts. I hung out with him more than I probably did my own brother. And it had never bothered or caught my attention before.
But now, my eyes traced the dark veins, from the tip of his length all the way to the large balls that sat in the back. I swallowed hard, looking back up into Firenze's eyes. He had paced off a little distance, looking like he wanted to bolt, but also couldn't. Like a magnet was holding him to this clearing.
"I want to stay." I whispered, putting my bag down in the grass. I undid my Hufflepuff robes, letting them flutter down, while I discarded my shoes and socks. Firenze let out a horsey huff, pacing forwards now, towards me. "Firenze-"
Saying his name seemed to make him snap. My back was pressed against the tree behind me, bark crackling against my shirt. His head dipped down, kissing me deeply once more, this time more possessive than before.
His white blond hair fell down his shoulders, brushing against my cheeks. My hands slid up his shoulders, shaking with nerves, before I slid them into his hair, something I had always wanted to do. The locks were silky and smooth, like silk. He groaned as I pulled at it, one of his legs moving between mine, his knee pressed against my private regions.
I whimpered, having never felt the pleasure that one simple action brought. I both wanted to move away from it, and also grind down, create more pleasure.
I didn't get a chance to do either.
Firenze knelt to the forest floor, making me go with him, our lips still locked with each others. I had kissed a few boys, but never like this. His tongue was hot and heavy, and it felt strange in my mouth. But there was something equally pleasant to the strangeness, my tongue clashing with his before I gave in.
My hands were on his face now, his skin smooth and soft. I had always wondered what it would be like, to touch him, and now my wishes were being fulfilled.
His breath sounded heavy in my ears and as my hands ran over his chest again, his skin was growing steadily warmer, his heart beating faster in his chest.
I found myself flat on my back, his hands trapping me against the Earth. His body was positioned over mine, his lips hovering inches above mine. His long hair tickled my cheek and I closed my eyes as he thrusted into me once.
I gasped, which was quickly muffled by a kiss, as pain filled my core. I could feel myself clenching around his length, my body trying to shift underneath him. My body felt like it was shaking as he pulled out, thrusting back in. I stifled my noises of pain against his lips, before he pulled away and whispered, "Sorry" against my ear.
He did not stop though, and I did not fault him in this pain. He had warned me that he could no longer control myself. He had given me chances to run, to go. I had not taken them.
But then, there was a slight change. The ache in my nether regions became something entirely different as he sped up, tiny grunts and neighs leaving his mouth as he fucked into me. My walls seemed to be contracting rather pleasantly around his large length. Waves of pleasure started to caress my body, rolling over me bit by bit.
"Firenze." I gasped out, my eyes searching for his blue ones. They were dark and needy, primal with his lust. His hands continued to roam across my body, his lips kissing every inch of skin that he could reach.
"You are beautiful." He whispered suddenly, his breath fanning against the hollow of my throat. I sucked in air, feeling the way that his whispers tickled my skin. I nearly giggled, but instead let out a soft moan that made Firenze groan. "You sound so sweet."
His hands moved up my hips. His hooves planted into the ground, changing the position so that he had an easier time maneuvering himself. I gasped, my fingers digging into the fair, unmarked skin of his shoulders.
"F-Firenze~" I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. I could not keep my head up any longer to look at him, letting it thump softly against the forest ground. My back arched as I felt the apex of pleasure, before it crashed down. It felt like a coil of white fire, spreading across my skin. My toes were curled so tightly that it was painful and I had to flex them to get rid of the cramp. My skin felt hot, matching the temperature of Firenzes'.
"Elizabeth." Firenze growled deeply. I could feel the vibrations of his words through his chest. Spoken passionately, deeply. One of his hands threaded into my long locks as his hips thrusted even faster. He pulled at my hair, which was painful for only a few seconds before I leaned into the pain, realizing I could use it to even out the overwhelming pleasure I felt as Firenze started to go faster than he already had been.
I let out a sigh of content as the pleasure swelled again. . . and again. The white fire returned, shooting through my body twice, then three times, then a fourth. My body started to feel fuzzy, like I was feeling faint. It felt as though I would have an out of body experience.
I wanted more.
"You will take this." Firenze suddenly whispered into my ear. His normally light blue eyes were now navy blue, nearly black with his lust and heat. We were both hot, and sweaty and his heart raced twice as fast as mine. "You will take this and you will bear my seed."
His words did not hit me right away until I felt him filling me up with something I had never felt before. I gasped as he finally stopped moving, before gently pulling out of me. He breathed heavily for a moment, before staggering to his hooves, looking down at me.
His eyes were slowly returning back to their sapphire blue and he went silent and still.
"Firenze?" I asked softly, trying to sit up, before wincing, finding that I was very sore indeed.
"Elizabeth Kane." Firenze murmured, kneeling once more, this time beside me. "I have hurt you."
I looked into his face, seeing the genuine concern.
"No." I whispered. "It was. . . magical Firenze. I. . . I really enjoyed it."
I did not voice aloud that I wanted to do it again. That I wanted to stay in the forest with him and live a magical life. It was as though a future had been opened up to me. . . in a cottage somehow, by a stream, with kids-
I was going to bear his kids.
Oh shit.
Dad was going to kill me.
"I must get you up to the castle." Firenze said suddenly, wrapping my cloak around my shoulders, grabbing my bag with his hand. "Come, we must hurry."
He was gentle as he helped lift me up onto his back.
"Firenze, what's wrong?" I asked, heart thudding in my chest.
"You must go to your hospital wing." Firenze said quickly as he galloped through the forest. "She will be able to help you remove. . . she will make sure that you do not get pregnant with my child."
"Is it such a bad thing?" I asked softly, feeling hurt. I didn't understand why he did not want me to carry his child.
"You are only human Elizabeth Kane." Firenze said softly. "Your body cannot support the child. It will kill you."
I was silent the rest of the ride until he had neared the school grounds. "Go. Quickly!" Firenze sighed, stroking my cheek as he helped me down. He looked so sad, almost lonely as he pushed me gently towards the stairs.
"Firenze." I whispered, watching as he turned. "I-"
He smiled softly. "Good night, Elizabeth Kane." He galloped away and I watched him go, before heading back into the castle, stopping in the foyer. The Medical wing was on my left. The Hufflepuff common room was on my right. I had two options.
Students passed by, heading to lunch or class, wherever they were supposed to be at the moment. No one took in the state of my dirty clothes or the leaves in my hair.
First day of kinktober! I used a random wheel to spin for which story to work on first, and somehow it landed on one XD so here’s this! I’m writing it way early, as it’s only the 3rd of September...but I wanted to work ahead so I don’t get behind like I did on my christmas prompts! So enjoy~ Warnings/contents of the story is under the cut.
Tw/contents: Slight praise, gn reader, grinding, swearing, and sexual touching. There’s no FULL sex, more like leading up to it.
Today was a special day. It was the day Yancy, your boyfriend, was approved to go on parole. It would be the first time being able to touch him since you escaped the jail yourself. You had been through…well a lot since then. You still saw him at visitations every other sunday, but that wasn’t nearly enough time for either of you. You couldn’t even hold hands.
So you decided to give him a little surprise for the first time being in person with you since being in jail. You had a sexy white set of lingerie, as it was his favorite color. You were on your way to meet him, and pick him up to take him home with you. You spent plenty of time getting everything ready, so that when he arrived everything would be already set.
A cooked meal, just waiting to be heated up, white roses…and a new white set of bedding on the bed you would inevitably share. It was a white duvet, with dark blue sheets and pillows. It was all set up, just waiting for Yancy to arrive and sleep on a comfortable bed for the first time in years.
The clock ticked, and you looked at the time repeatedly. You didn’t want to get there TOO awfully early, but a little bit just in case they would let him go sooner. You didn’t even know if he was ready yet, but the impatience got to you, and you headed out the door.
You were dressed in a large tan trenchcoat, hiding your sexy lingerie underneath. It would be a welcome surprise for your boyfriend. At least…you hoped so. Was this too much? Would he not want to sleep with you even after seeing your attire underneath? The thoughts plagued your mind, and you decided to just go and get him. Screw it, right?
‘It’ll be fine’ you thought, getting into your car. The drive was short, as your house was only a few miles from the prison. It could be dangerous, seeing as you had escaped from there. But in all the times you’d visited Yancy, none of the guards or even warden recognized you.
You arrived in record time, and checked in. Waiting rather impatiently, you sat in the common room. It was agonizing, just sitting there. If you weren’t waiting on your boyfriend, whom you loved, you would never sit around for this long. But he was special…he was worth it.
After what seemed like years, the door opened and you hopped up, rushing over to the door. You just knew it was Yancy. And it was. He walked out in casual clothes, something you haven’t seen him in up until this point. It was simple, gray leggings and white t-shirt. His hair was done (but it always was, that man loved his hair) and he rushed up to you, the second he saw you.
You practically leaped into his arms, and he rushed up to meet you. He picked you up, and spun you in circles. It had been far too long for either of your likings. You both laughed, completely blissful in this moment. It was perfect. You got to hug him again, and he was excited for the same thing.
“Baby, I missed yous!” He said, setting you down. He looked into your eyes and pulled you into a kiss. He pulled away, almost shocked by himself giving you a kiss so suddenly. “W-was that okay? Can I kiss yous again?”
You nodded and leaned in, close to his ear and whispered in a tone so quiet only he could hear, “You can do much more than kiss me.” And you met his lips, which were open in shock at your declaration. It was slow and passionate, your lips perfectly molding to the other’s. Neither of you cared about the guard watching you, ready to kick you out.
When you pulled away, his face was redder than you’d ever seen it. “Come on,” You prompted him, “Let’s go home.” And you grabbed his hand, pulling him out the door.
“Home…” He mumbled, and squeezed your hand tightly as you walked out of the prison. “I’s haven’t had a home in a long time.” And he leaned over, kissing your cheek. “Yous…yous look perfect. Are yous sure you want me to move in with you?” And he stopped, forcing you to look over at him.
You almost rolled your eyes, but held it back, not wanting to seem agitated. “Of course I want you to move in with me!” And you leaned over to kiss his lips. “I love you. So so much.” You reached out and held both of his hands, before leading one to your face, resting one of his hands on your cheek. “I have a special surprise waiting for you when we get home too.” And you smirked, seeing his face go even more red.
“Don’t…don’t yous tease me.” He mumbled, rubbing his thumb over your cheek while holding the other hand in his own.
With another smirk, you pulled down the shoulder of your trenchcoat and revealed the top of your white lace lingerie. “Tease? No…it’s a promise.” And you pulled it back up, hugging him closely.
You could feel his bulge forming as you hugged him. Clearly he liked the idea. More than that, he was aroused by it. It warmed your heart to think your first time with your boyfriend would be so soon. You wanted it just as badly as he did.
He was silent as you walked to the car, and you could feel him looking up and down your body the whole time, anxiously anticipating getting to your house. He wanted to know exactly what was underneath that trenchcoat. He saw the color, and see-through strap, but that wasn’t nearly enough for him. He wanted more.
When you got into your car, he placed his hand on his thigh. He looked at you, and put a finger to your chin, causing you to look at him. “I love yous…I want to do so many things to that body of yours. If yous was okay with it.”
You smiled, and leaned in, kissing him on the lips. The car hadn’t even been turned on yet, and you slipped your tongue into his mouth through the kiss. He moaned at the feeling, before fighting back by shoving your tongue back into your mouth while putting his in your own. He was definitely enjoying this.
You pulled back, with a small laugh, “Alright, alright. We can finish this when we get home.” And you turned the car on, pulling out of the parking lot and heading home.
You realized he would have no idea how short the drive home was, so you decided to tease him. You reached over and started to rub his cock through his pants with your hand. He moaned loudly, and it served to make your whole body feel hot. His moans were low, almost growling, and he squirmed under your touch.
“Fuck…that feels so good baby.” He was clearly very vocal during sex, and it made you want him even more. You pulled your hand away as you approached your house. In response, he whined, high pitched and full of need. “Why did yous stop?”
It made you laugh, and he gripped your thigh tightly. “Because we’re here.” And you pulled into the driveway.
The second the car stopped, he ran out and over to your side. He swung your door open, and picked you up. His hands rested on your ass, and he squeezed, making you let out a soft and breathy moan.
He left all of his belongings in the car, as he had another priority right now. He rushed over to the door and you gave him the key since you had no way to angle around to unlock it yourself. He opened it with one hand, while holding you up with the other. He must have worked out a lot in the prison…he had no troubles holding you up with just one arm.
It opened quickly, and as soon as you went inside he slammed the door closed and pushed you up against it. His lips were on yours immediately and he grinded against you. He pulled away momentarily, “You know…I’s think I know how I’s gonna get used to our house.”
You sighed, loving the feeling of his cock rubbing against your most sensitive area. “H-how?” And you tapped his arm, indicating you wanted to be set down.
He looked you up and down, and watched as you slowly removed the trenchcoat. You revealed the lingerie underneath it. It was lacey, and showed off your body perfectly. He growled as he saw you, and he pinned you to the door once again.
“I’s gonna fuck you in every room of this house.” He answered your question, and he pulled you into another heated kiss.
