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友達` samurai!choso kamo x reader

• smut • fem!reader • 14th century au • non curse au • treating wounds • mentions of blood • porn with little plot • yearning • established relationship • oral sex • f!receiving • overstimulation (if you squint) • mattress humping • body worship • praises • petnames • cumming in pants • implied multiple orgasms • english isn't my first language •

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The worry in you started growing as you glimpsed at the sky behind the window. It was slowly getting dark and your fiancé still hasn't returned.

You were pacing back and forth in the room as it was the only thing you could do to not let anxiety win over your sober thoughts, yet in the back of your mind still appeared plenty of distressing scenarious about if something bad really happened to him. Within every minute you were getting more and more concerned. From all this stress you started to bite your nails and cuticles, while the other hand fidgeted with your hair.

The sound of your footsteps creaking on the wooden floor got suddenly interrupted by a loud series of noises of thunder and rain droplets falling down. Now not only it got dark, but also stormy, and being out in a weather like this was considered rather dangerous.

Your eyes wandered around the room to find something to occupy your mind, but nothing seemed to be enough to distract you from your worries. The only rational thing you could do was to wait for your fiancé to come back and believe that everything is fine.

Your jaw clenched as you were peering from the window in hope that you'll see his sillhouette. You were completely tensed.

Suddenly, you heard a knocking. With rapidly beating heart you rushed to the door and opened them.

It was him. Standing before you soaked from the rain and covered in more scars. You felt sudden relief. With no words you gently pulled him by his hand, welcoming him in. You sat him on the bed, and nervously started walking from room to room, searching for things to treat the wounds.

You came up to Choso, sitting close to him. Your hand reached for the hem of his shirt, and delicately tried to take it off, revealing his back and the scratches on them.

"That must have hurt." You mumbled, tracing with your fingertips the patterns of blood on his broad shoulders, as you dipped the cloth you were holding in water and pressed it onto the wounds.

"Not really. There have been tougher battles." He said in an reassuring tone. You knew that it wasn't true. Every night he came home covered in more cuts and bruises. Within each day his body got more hurt and sorer. The only thing you could do to help him was treating his wounds and being near him for the whole night, until he set off for another battle.

You took a bandage in your hand and grabbed Choso's arm to put it on. You slowly started to wrap it around, adding extra layers on the freshly-made cuts and pressing the material on them to drain the blood.

"Ouch, sorry." You whispered, shuddering as you accidentally pressed the bandage harder. You wanted to be as careful as possible with him to ease his pain at least a bit.

"It's okay." He murmured, tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear. "You're doing it so gentle." You softly smiled at him. Choso was always so sweet and reassuring when it comes to you. You could literally treat his wounds with dirt and already used bandages, and he'd still thank you and tell you how good you are to him.

You crawled to his other side, to take a look at the second arm. Scanning it with your eyes, you saw that overall his right arm seemed fine, so you picked up from your knees to take care of his wounded shoulders. To have better access to that you sat, straddling his thigh.

Feeling the warmth of your body and how tenderly your hands worked on his skin, Choso pulled you closer, so now you were wholy sat on his lap. His arms tightly wrapped around your hips, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He was completely melting under your touch.

"Choso, quit doing that." You chuckled, messily trying to wipe the blood. His strong grip on your body was hindering your hands movements, so you couldn't keep doing your work properly.

In response he just gently grabbed your arms and guided them, so now they were placed around his neck, embracing him.

"Baby, I need to get it done. Just a few seconds, okay?

"It can wait." He mumbled, tracing your collarbones and neck with his lips, planting small, messy kisses on them. "I missed you so bad, you know?" Oh, you too. You missed Choso like hell. The only time you could see him was at nights, when he was coming back from the battlefield. It wasn't even everyday. Sometimes you haven't been seeing him for weeks. Or months. Which is why every moment spent with him, every time you had to take care of his hurt body and every time you could fall asleep in his arms was so dear to you.

"Me too, darling."

Choso raised your chin with his palm, as he pressed his lips against yours, pulling you impossibly closer to him. His hands again moved onto your hips, gripping them strongly, as your palms caressed his bare back. The way his arms were holding you made you feel like your skin was on fire. You could sense how your whole face got redder and how your body temperature was rising within every second.

You firmly pulled Choso by his shoulders to deepen the kiss. With every touch of his lips on yours, your breath got more shaky and unsteady. You tried to keep up the rhythm with him, but it was coming out very messy and sloppy. In this moment focusing, even on kissing him properly seemed almost impossible. His hot embrace on your body was making your mind hazy. You couldn't think straight.

As you felt like you're running out of breath, you pulled away from him, gasping for air. Your hands as before were set on him, gripping him hard. It was overwhelming, yet you still craved more. You glimpsed at Choso with blurry gaze, feeling him grab you by the waist and sit you onto an edge of the bed. Then he moved aside the hem of your skirt, dropped to his knees and started tracing your thighs with lips, pressing tender kisses on your skin.

"Choso, darling, but you're injured." You said with worry in your tone.

He shifted his glance on you, staring with that pathetic look. Him, kneeling in front of you and looking at you with hunger in eyes. It was directly written on his face how much he wanted you. "Please, let me make you feel good."

You let out a shallow sigh. Afterall, you had so little time before he'd be gone for another couple days. You didn't know when will you spend next afternoon being this close with him. You softly smiled at him and nodded to let him continue.

Choso leaned in, carrying on kissing your thighs. He was doing it slowly, gently. He wanted to take his time with you, to make you feel cherished.

"God, you're so pretty like this." He murmured against your skin, glancing at you for a few seconds. As one of his hands caressed your thigh, the other one took off your underwear, leaving it hanging on your ankle.

You threw your head back when his thumb found your clit, applying pleasant pressure by rubbing it. He barely touched you and you were already melting under any move of his finger. You felt like your skin was burning, aching for more.

"Please, Choso." You quietly sighed, not knowing what you were actually begging him for. You leaned on your elbows, gripping the sheets.

As you asked, Choso tightly wrapped his arms around your waist and yanked you towards him, deepening his head between your thighs. His lips started working against your clit, while his fingers were making small circles around it. He was doing it so good. It felt like he was devoted to pleasing you.

Then he added his tounge, slowly entering you. Swiftly he unattached his hand from you and hooked your leg over his shoulder, increasing the angle to give him more access. As his tounge was toying with you, you could hear him quietly whimpering and murmuring against your skin. Oh, he was so enjoying this.

His fingers rubbed and caressed your clit, while his tounge began to move and curl inside you. Your eyes rolled upwards, towards your skull.

"You're doing so well, my love." He muttered, looking up at you. For Choso you looked like masterpiece. Laying in front of him, all red on your face, lips parted, eyes glossy and begging for more. He could spend eternity kneeling like that between your thighs.

You tangled your palm with his damp hair and pulled him even closer. You wanted to be overwhelmed, suffocated with his touch.

Your legs were getting shakier and weaker with each motion of his wet tounge. It was making your head spin. Every touch, grip, kiss was contributing to nothing but making a whiny mess out of you.

With your every sigh, whimper, moan his hips jerked up into the egde of the bed. He was pounding into the mattress, trying to mantain a steady rhythm. The sight of you turned on was getting him off like crazy. You drived him insane.

The sensation of his lips against your clit was sending shivers down your spine. It was becoming too much to handle.

"Choso, please, don't stop." You moaned, feeling you're about to orgasm. His hips buckled up, thrusting, as you squeezed your thighs around his head.

Your quick tempo of breathing matched with his, as you both seeked reaching climax. Your heartbeat was racing. You had your fingers intertwined with his hair, keeping him as close to you as possible. You felt his every pant on your skin.

Sensing that you were gonna finish, you tensed. Your body slightly stiffened and your breath stopped for a while, eyes rolled upwards. Your grip on the sheets tightened, holding it like your life depended on it.

"Choso." You plead, as his name was the only thing you remembered at this moment. The way his tounge and lips were moving made your thoughts foggy and vague.

In the corner of your eyes gathered little tears, as you climaxed. You collapsed onto the bed, heavy breathing. Your legs were uncontrollably trembling. You rosed from your elbows, glancing at Choso. He was panting, gasping for air, whole face flushed, hair damp and messy. He looked so good like this.

Staring at him, your eyes wandered downwards and noticed a big, wet patch around the bulge in his pants. "Choso, did you-"

He didn't get to answer you, as he yanked you towards him and sank his tounge in you, lips brushing against your clit, carrying on what he was doing a minute earlier.

⚜'* court jester!gojo satoru x princess!reader

• royal au • fluff • making out • implied forbidden romance trope • pet names • slightly suggestive (?) • english isn't my first language •

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"Shh...You heard that too?" You pulled away from Satoru, who at this moment looked like he wasn't bothered by anything surrounding him, mainly because his entire focus was directed on you. His hands were still tightly wrapped around your hips and his lips as before were gently touching your neck as if right now the possiblity of getting caught hasn't shown up. With rapidly beating heart you looked around to make sure that no one was there and what you've just heard wasn't a sign of anyone's presence.

"Relax, sweetheart. Everyone is at the ball right now. It's not like someone will notice that we went gone for a while." He grabbed your chin and turned your face towards him to shift your concentration entirely on him.

"Yeah, they won't search for you. Remind you that I'm the princess and I'm sure that-" You didn't finish the sentence, because you've got interrupted by Gojo again pulling you into a kiss. Your breath got quicker and more shaky both because of the positively overwhelming sensation of being kissed and held this close and also because of the fear that someone might come at any moment.

In fact, of someone caught you like that, it could completely ruin your reputation in the kingdom. Any possible rumour of the princess having an affair with the court jester was way too outrageous. Especially because you were supposed to be already engaged or at least search for a husband - not flirt with some court clown!

Now one of his hands was on your waist, while the other was tracing towards your nape. You could swear that you felt his touch all over you body. His kisses were making you feel weak in your knees. It was like you almost forgot how to breathe properly.

"Oh my, I missed you so bad. We really need to do this more often."

" 'll think about it." You murmured in between the kisses, tugging him by the collar of his shirt. Then you changed the placement of your arms to now keep them around Satoru's shoulders, embracing him closely. Your palms were playing with the fabric of his shirt, gripping and pulling by it. You felt like the only thing that mattered in this moment was you two tangled in each other's arms.

To close the already barely existing distance between you, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you onto his lap. A pleasant warmth spreaded across your whole body. Quickly you fixed the bottom of your dress, so that you could wrap your legs around him. The sensation of the contact of your bare skin with the material of his trousers was driving you crazy. You wanted to be closer to him. You wanted to feel his body pressed tighly to yours. A skin to skin contact.

"[___], are you there?" The sound of knocking on the door of your room and a muffled voice of your mother made you break away from the kiss. You looked at Gojo with eyes wide opened. This time the noise really meant that someone was nearby.

"Oh no, my mother is here. Quick, hide somewhere!"

"Where?!"

You nervously looked around your room, to find some hiding spot. "Under bed. Quick."

"I love the way you order me." He replied with his typical charming tone of voice. "You sound so good when you do that."

"Stop flirting with me and just hide."

The door opened and your mother came from behind it. "Oh, here you are. I was wondering where have you been for so long?" Her gaze shifted on your face, she stared at you with worried look. Immadietaly she came up to you. "Your face is all red. Is everything alright?

You touched your cheek and you felt that your face was hot and completely flushed. "I feel like have a fever. You don't mind me staying in my room for a bit longer? In the corner of your eye you noticed a hat laying near your bed. It was the black and red hat with silver bells, that only and only the court jester wore. Your whole body stiffened and your pulse raced. You've started praying in your thoughts that she won't notice it.

"Yes, of course, my dear. Should I call someone from the service to assist you?

"No, no need." You answered her, feeling your heart pounding. "I think I'll just lay down for a while."

"If you say so." She turned around and walked up to the door. "If you need anything, most of the servants will be on the first floor."

A sigh escaped your mouth when she finally left. You sat on a chair, feeling that your knees get weak from the relief.

"A fever, huh?" He said teasingly, grabbing his hat messily trying to put it on.

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