Dry humping with Aang while you make out with him. His head tips back at your command, jagged wisps of smoke escaping his parted lips as you rain kisses down the slender column of his throat. Eager hands work to rid him of his tunic, revealing peaches and cream skin, littered with tiny scars and shiny due to a thin sheen of sweat and cocoa butter.
Your sweet kisses turn biting and wet across the expanse of his broad chest, with deep indents of your teeth embedded in his pecs. Laving your tongue over a pebbled nipple has him bucking into your clothed core, shaky hands finding your hips and squeezing. It's a plea to do something, as the only sound he's able to make is whimpers sprinkled between shaky exhales.
The sudden rocking of your hips to meet his has Aang's head falling on your shoulder, a groan rumbling from his throat as he brands the shape of his teeth into your shoulder. His rutting is desperate, angling his hips so the swollen tip of his cock can rub against the soaking crotch of your panties.
A hand at the nape of his neck is guiding him to look at you, breath now mingling with yours as your thumb strokes his warm cheeks. Tears gather in the corner of his eyes the longer you grind your pretty pussy all over his bulge, your mixed arousal rapidly dampening the fabric of his pants. Your moan comes out stuttered, sending a shiver down his spine, before he's straightening his back to reciprocate your kiss with the same hungry fervor.
Then he's pulling you even closer, your breasts flush to his chest, and he stills the movement of your hips before increasing the pace of his. Your head feels ready to rattle at the force of his thrusts; the feel of his cock has you squirming in his hold. It doesn't deter him; he's still pinning you to him so tightly that the warmth of your pulsating heat seeps through the layers of rustling fabric.
Aang is pleading again, but this time it's for you to cum with him.
summary: you get jealous over a joke toph makes about katara and aang bringing back the air nation, so he fucks your worries right off your head.
wc: 4.3k
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It was all because of a stupid joke Toph made at dinner; one that everyone took lightly but you.
“So since Aang’s still alive..” she started with a dirty snicker at the man’s absence, quite tipsy, playfully nudging Katara’s side. “That means the Airbenders could be brought back. Think you and him could repopulate the Air nation, Sugar Queen? Have little Airbender babies filling up the temples?”
“What the hell— No!” Katara shoves her off, flustered and embarrassed, groaning in defeat at the others’ laughs.
Zuko offers her a timid smile, his words a little slurred from the drinking. “But it’s true, no? That would be a very heroic act, Katara.”
“Drop it, you guysss..” she sighs, downing one more shot, Toph’s noisy cackling mingling with Sokka’s until they’re interrupted by their synchronized hiccuping, which only causes them to laugh even louder.
Your grip tightens around your glass. You were glad nobody was looking at you; you wouldn’t know how to justify the glare you were throwing their way.
Images of Aang and Katara naked and tangled under the sheets suddenly plagued your mind, and you couldn’t tell if they were the cause of your headache or if that was the work of your sixth drink.
You huff, squeezing your eyes shut and shaking the thoughts off. This was ridiculous.
You push yourself up from the floor, and that piques Katara’s attention. She looks up at you, a little worried. “Leaving already? Is everything okay, sweetie?”
A twinge of guilt tugs at your heartstrings at the genuine worry in her voice. You give her a small nod, and your best attempt at a smile, “Just had too much to drink, don’t worry. I’ll go upstairs, to check on Aang.”
“Gooood,” Toph drawls through a fit of giggles, raising her hand to give you a thumbs up while Sokka refills her mug. “Tell him that Katara’s gonna bring back the Air nation while you’re at it. Gonna give him loooots of babies. Pregnant Katara, pregnant with little Airbenders. Buuunch of ‘em.”
Your lips purse tightly, and as much as you wanted to, you refrain from throwing your glass at her face. “.. Alright. Goodbye.”
You walk off, Katara’s exasperated denials and Toph’s increasingly dirty jokes fading into a dull noise as you storm up the stairs.
You don’t even know why this was upsetting you so badly. Sure, you had a little crush on Aang but.. it’s not like he was yours. He probably would never be.
You weren’t even a bender; so why in the world would he ever pick you over Katara?
Everyone in the group pictured them together for good reason; she was the perfect match for him. And you did love them both a lot as your dear friends.. so why were you this worked up?
Tears prick at your eyes when you stand in front of Aang’s door. You quickly wipe them off with the back of your hand, bewildered at the fact that you were actually crying over this.
You sigh. You shouldn’t have had so much to drink, this was all the alcohol.
After a few more minutes of mulling over your words and composing yourself, you knock on the door softly. Three knocks.
“Come in!” His voice, breezy like always but a little weighed down by the exhaustion of night work, shoots right through your chest like an arrow. You suck in a sharp breath, then slowly slide the door open.
“Ohh, thank Spirits you’re here.” He practically whines as he tips his head back against his chair, limp as a ragdoll. “Dumb Avatar work won’t end, I swear I thought I was about to die from boredom. You’re my savior.”
You force a small smile and walk over to his desk, setting down your glass with a bit of sake left, that he wastes no time in stealing and chugging down in a second.
He exhales with a wide grin, very pleased, melting back against his chair. “Really, really my savior.”
You stare at him silently. Your gaze lingers on the pretty arch of his eyebrows, the light blush already tinting his cheeks because he had the liquor tolerance of a two year old, the adorable twinkle in those tired, happy doe eyes..
You look further down, noting the squeeze of his too-big back against the borrowed chair, and the way his legs twisted uncomfortably to fit under the somehow small-for-him desk.
Downsides of a bigger build, huh. Your mouth dries up a little.
It physically hurt that you couldn’t have him.
His puzzled, sad frown snaps you out of your haze. “You’re not even listening to me.. am I boring you?”
“Oh, no, no, not at all. I’m sorry.” You wave your hands wildly, embarrassed and grateful that he seemingly didn’t pick up on your inappropriate leering. “I just.. just..”
The more you look into his eyes, the heavier your heart feels.
Your friends’ words keep ringing in the back of your head, the filthy images of him and Katara together in different positions refusing to leave your tipsy mind.
Spirits, you felt like you could cry again. Damn you, inhibition-lowering alcohol. And damn you, Toph.
Once again, you’re pulled out of your thoughts by him. His large hand wraps around yours, his features scrunched in worry at the sight of your teary eyes. “Are you okay, sweetheart? Tell me what’s wrong.”
Now was not the time for his stupid nicknames. This was so unfair to your poor heart.
“I am. It’s just.. this dumb thing that happened earlier.” You look down at your hand in his, your eyes welling up much to your embarrassment and dismay.
His fingers gently curl around yours, urging you to look at him. “What dumb thing? Please tell me.”
‘No.’ You wanted to say. ‘It concerns you, so how could I tell you?’ You tell yourself.
Staying silent or lying was the smart idea.
..
Maybe you would’ve been smarter sober.
With the alcohol in your system, and those beautiful eyes boring into yours so intimately in the dark of the night, the moonlight reflecting in his pupils.. you don’t feel the words spill out of your lips until you hear them yourself.
“It’s nothing. Just a joke Toph made,” with each syllable that left your mouth, your brain desperately tried to hit the brakes and shut you up, regret already pooling in your gut as you helplessly watched yourself commit the stupidest mistake of your life. “About.. you and Katara. Talked about you two.. uhm.. repopulating the Air nation, or whatever. Like.. Airbenders aren’t totally extinct since you.. you’re still here. You could, y’know, make more—”
“I-I get the gist,” he interjects, blushing while his grip tightens around your hand. He sighs lowly and shakes the thought off. “Of course it’s Toph. But.. I’m still lost.”
He tilts his head, blinking up at you so sweetly you almost melt. “I think I get the joke. Dirty, sure. But I’m not sure why it’s sad?”
“Sad?” You answer back, just as puzzled. “It’s not sad, though?”
He nods, both of you like lost puppies. “I know. So why is it making you cry?”
Fuck.
Your addled brain racks itself to come up with a reason fast enough, but oh, who were you kidding?
“It’s just..” you look down at the empty glass, wishing it was full so you could down it and hopefully choke on it. “..I don’t know.”
Could you have picked a worse answer? Hard to tell.
A long silence settles between you two, and you can feel his heavy, curious gaze on you without even needing to look at him. You regret doing so, because with the way his eyes suspiciously narrow, his oblivious mind exhausting the possible explanations for your state, you can see him work closer up to the conclusion.
“Welp,” you force an awkward chuckle, patting his hand before sliding yours off his grasp and taking a few steps back, hoping to make it out of here before he figures it out. “I’m sorry to bother you, Aang. It’s nothing really, I think it’s just the drinks getting to me. You know how they always make me soo emotional. Anyway, I just wanted to check up on you, so I’ll get going now.”
You turn around and pick up your pace, but before your fingers find the knob, a gust of wind pushes the door just right out of your reach.
“Wait.” His voice sends a shiver up your spine, cold sweat suddenly rolling off your temples. “Are you..?”
He trails off again, and your limbs grow shakier. This was such a dumb idea, why did you even have to go up to his office? Dumb, dumb, dumb.
You take a deep breath and take one more step to the door, but this time it’s slammed shut with a sharper gust.
“Were you..” You can hear the scraping of his chair as he stands up, your heart sinking down to your ass. “.. Jealous?”
And, unfortunately, there it was.
Even then, knowing Aang, you could’ve still flipped it around. Laughed and played it off. Told him he was wrong. He would’ve believed you.
But, unable to even look up from the door knob, the dumbest answer rolls out of your heavy tongue, a tipsy lightheadedness washing over you for a second. “.. Yes.”
At this point, you didn’t even care anymore. It couldn’t possibly get any worse than this. Maybe now he could laugh at how weird you were being and send you off, finally putting off the burning flames in your chest.
You wait for the longest time, neither of you moving, and right when you expect him to burst out giggling, a firm command escapes his lips instead. “Turn around.”
You blink, dazed.
You slowly turn around, and your breath hitches at the sight before you. Aang standing with his palms flat against the desk, his chest silently heaving, wisps of steam slipping out of his parted lips, more redness across his cheeks, broad and bulky and scary with his no longer sparkling eyes.
There was only what you could describe as heat in them. Not from anger, no, but something awfully akin to lust that had a foreign heat pooling deep in your lower tummy.
Was the alcohol making you see things? Was this just wishful thinking?
“Come here,” he orders again, but it’s shaky this time. Your feet comply before you can process it, and you feel your guts twisting with dread and hopeful anticipation.
Spirits, did you make him uncomfortable? You’d never seen him like this before.
When you finally stand before him, only the desk separating you, your fingers curl around your skirt in guilt. “Aang, I’m so sorry. You already have enough on your plate, I shouldn’t have said anything— Mmf!!”
You’re cut off with a rough kiss, sudden and heated from the get-go, big hands cupping your cheeks as his lips smush against yours in a sloppy mess. You want to make sense of it, but it’s hard to care when your brain’s this fuzzy and you’re living out one of your nightly fantasies.
Neither of you want to stop, breathlessly lapping at each other’s warm tongues and moaning at the unfamiliar feel, swapping sweet sake-flavored saliva.
He reluctantly breaks it with a wet pop, gazing down at you so desperately it had you squeezing your thighs together.
“Don’t move.” Aang whispers, trailing around the table to stand behind you, the order nailing your feet down to the floor. A soft gasp slips from your kiss-bitten lips when his hands tentatively rest on your hips, his breath hot against your ear as his buff body presses against your back. “Is this what you wanted?”
With his touch slowly travelling down to your thighs, all words die out on the tip of your tongue and you can only nod, swallowing thickly.
“You were jealous.” He states again, his voice low and gravelly, like the fact wasn’t embarrassing enough being said the one time. “You’d rather Toph made that joke about you, correct?”
You would’ve answered that, if something huge didn’t poke you in the ass the next second.
Heavens, what the hell was— Oh.
“You have nothing to worry about,” Aang murmurs into your ear, giving your thighs reassuring rubs as he grows unbearably hard against your backside. “I don’t want to.. repopulate the Air nation with Katara, if that’s any consolation. I don’t.”
The words do soothe you a little, but the dirty images are burnt into the back of your eyelids, looping in your mind like a cruel parade, making you shudder against him. “Thank you. I just.. I keep imagining it, and it kills me. Just imagining you on top of her and fucking her— Ah!”
You squeal, startled, when you’re swiftly spun around with not so breezy hands, facing his towering figure with a lick of your bottom lip.
His hands hook around the hem, sliding his shirt off to reveal his muscular frame in all its glory, your gaze sliding down the arrow tattoos, but you’re not given much time before the same hands slide down to the back of your thighs to lift you up on the desk.
He sweeps off the paperwork, crowded between your legs, and you can’t help but moan at how much your thighs have to spread just to wrap around his waist.
So big. In every sense of the word.
“This— Is this what you imagine?” The question’s breathless, lowering himself to look at you and you throb at the eye contact. So does he, judging from the twitching you feel against your inner thigh.
You let out a quivery sigh, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders while he leans even closer, his steamy breath mingling with yours. “..Kind of..”
He nods at that, glances around hesitantly, then decides to push you flat down on the desk. It’s firm but not rough, your head landing softly on the hardwood thanks to an air cushion he swirled up. “How about this?”
You’re about to reply with a “maybe” when wild fingers swiftly fumble with his belt, lowering his pants enough for him to spring up— WOAH!
Your face is set ablaze, quickly looking away, eyes blown wide open in a mix of shock, dread, and helpless arousal.
His hands find your hips once more, tugging your skirt up to reveal your plush thighs and a patch of your lacies that has him choking on a gasp.
He grabs your jaw, turning your head back to face him, desire and uncertainty swimming in his pretty brown eyes. “Are you.. sure about this? There’s no going back.”
“Please,” it slips out of you with a needy gasp, your legs wrapping around his waist while your hands roam over his wide shoulders. “Yes.”
With the blood rushing in your ears, you can’t hear his whispered word, but from the way his face scrunches up, you assume it was a curse.
Your skirt is fully ridden up with a gust of wind, one that (unintentionally or not) flicks up against your clothed folds and has you shivering in his grasp.
Thick fingers tug the delicate fabric to the side, and he moans in awe at the sight of your drooling slit, already so ready for him.
“So wet,” he comments as he admires the slick coating your glistening cunt, not ripping his eyes off it like it was a piece of art. The prolonged staring makes you self-conscious and embarrassed, but when your thighs shift just a little bit to hide yourself, firm hands keep them separated and he looks up at you, mildly offended. “No, don’t hide from me. You asked for this.”
“Well, I didn’t think your staring was on the menu,” you sputter out, flushed.
“I’m sorry, she’s just so beautiful.” He sighs softly, and your breath is knocked out of your lungs when he starts tracing your folds. “I can’t believe you’re already this wet. You wanted me this badly?”
His questions are genuine, but they only increase your shame. Aang senses that, and so decides to finally give you a taste of what you want.
“Fuck—!” Your back archs off the desk with a yelp, two of his abnormally big digits prodding at your sopping wet hole. It takes some time, but when they finally slip inside you, your pussy greedily sucks them in, earning a pleased grunt from him. “Good girl. Gripping me so nicely.”
It feels illegal to even hear such words from him outside the fake scenarios you touched yourself to at night. More desperate mewls are coaxed out of you when he starts scissoring you open, the pads of his fingertips pressing skillfully against your spongy spot and curling upwards.
“Need to get you ready for me,” he breathes out, stretching you out with a third finger that has you ferally clawing at his back. “So you can take me.”
Steam is wafting off him as he pounds his fingers in and out of your tight walls, unable to look away from your fluttering cunt. His calloused thumb comes to swipe over your perked up clit, a wail ripping through your throat. The sound has him lifting his eyes to check on you, and the sight of tears filling the rim of your eyes, your lips contorted into a quivering pout, your hair pooling so prettily around your head, sends a hot jolt of arousal down to his cock.
“Spirits, you—you’re so pretty.” He babbles dazedly, dragging another scream out of you with a thrust of his fingers. “Pretty, pretty girl. I need you now.”
With a few more rubs to your puffy clit, he suddenly pulls away, your arms tightening around him with a pitiful cry.
“No no, don’t cry, please.” Aang wipes the tears off your eyes, stealing a warm kiss from your puckered lips. “I’ll take care of you now baby, I promise.”
His entire body burned hot with his firebending, but especially his hands; scalding as they slid up the back of your thighs to push your legs up against your chest in a mating press.
But even his hot touch paled in comparison to the heat between your thighs.
He exhales through his nose, one of his hands ditching you to wrap around his girthy cock, lazily fisting himself as the tip flushed an angrier red, veins forking up the length.
You gasp when he lines himself up, the leaking tip gliding over your slit like he owned it, and your eyes roll back at its pure thickness.
You didn’t even know if you could take him.
He lowers himself over you, his bare chest pressed flush against yours as he litters your neck with warm open-mouthed kisses. “Ready for me?”
He takes your pathetic whimper as a “yes”, swallowing it with his tongue while he slowly pushes in.
His pre-cum mixes with your slick in filthy squelches, and you both moan loudly when he finally pushes through the tight ring of muscle, plunging into your velvety walls.
You’d think it’d be easier with him prepping you with three of his fingers, but the big stretch was still scream-worthy.
“I—I can’t,” he whines against your lips after some minutes pass by, frowning down at you so sweetly. “I really want to be gentle and good to you, b-but it’s so hard. With how you feel around me, I just wanna— wanna— ugh, lose control. You— feel so good..”
His words have your organs collapsing against each other, your cunt fluttering around him with arousal at the thought of rough sex with the sweet, tender Avatar before you.
How could you resist such a nasty demand made with the most adorable look?
“Lose it.” You whisper into his mouth, feeling his entire back tense up under your hands. You pull him in for a brief kiss, “I want you to lose it.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, your eyes widening at the flickering of his tattoos. “D—Don’t say that.”
His slow thrusts grow faster and rougher, each inch splitting you further and completely numbing your tipsy mind, broken moans ripping through your hoarse throat when he bottoms out.
You try to adjust to his size, the lingering pain only increasing your pleasure as he rolls his hips into the flesh of your ass, his grip deadly tight around your folded thighs. “Spirits—”
The desk clatters under you, mewling in tandem while he tries to fight the Avatar state, flashes of blinding white forcing you to shut your eyes but they were just as quickly forced back open at the animal pounding that accompanied them.
Holy mother of God, you could feel him in your womb.
“Is—” He grunts, suddenly ripping your top off with his teeth to bare your chest to his hungry gaze. You’re taken off guard, choking on your startled yelp when he hikes your hips up to deepen his angle and fuck you harder, his eyes drinking in the bounce of your gorgeous tits. “Is this what you imagined?”
You could hardly tell if it was Aang anymore, tears streaming down your face and hiccuping sobs while his wild thrusts bruised your cervix.
You feel him twitch inside you, his pace stuttering for a second, and that’s when you know he’s close.
He leans down to capture one of your peaked nipples between his teeth, nipping and licking at the sensitive bud as he reveled in your whiny cries. His svelte fingers take care of the neglected one, twisting and rolling it while his tongue flicked harshly against your left.
When his lips close on it in a sucking motion, your mind goes blank and your eyes cross, drool leaking out of your mouth when you open it to beg for release.
With your pleading and the way your cunt lovingly squeezes around his throbbing dick, he completely loses it and brutally picks up the pace.
“Gonna.. gonna cum,” he slurs, latching off your chest to gaze down at your wrecked face. “Pump you full of me. That’s what you want, right?”
He takes your loud moan to his words as approval, drunk on your noises as he fucks you with the stamina that could only belong to the Avatar.
“Fuck, need— need to breed you.” He turns into an incoherent mess, each thrust fucking your earlier scenarios right out of your head, Katara’s image gradually being replaced by yours. Your nails draw blood, scratching down his muscular back while he gets off to the thought of knocking you up, his fingers sliding down to rub fast circles on your clit. “My—my sweet girl, gonna give me lots of little Airbenders. You want that, don’t you? Stuffed full of my cum, bearing my children. You’ll make me a daddy.”
If his cock destroying your cervix wasn’t enough to make you cum, his words definitely did it.
Your orgasm crashes over you, your toes curling in the air, gushing all over him with a broken cry and so does he, the feel of your walls clamping down on him so tightly tipping him over the edge as hot ropes of thick cum paint your insides white.
It’s so warm — and so much — you almost cum again from the sheer sensation.
“Gonna get you pregnant,” he breathlessly pants, angling your hips up for none of his cum to slip out of you. Your pussy spasms around him, thoroughly milking him dry and you don’t know if it’s just the tipsiness, but you could swear you felt all his warm seed seep through your cervix and fill up your womb.
You’re both drenched in sweat, fighting for air. He gives you a few more thrusts for good measure, draining himself out entirely, eliciting an overstimulated mewl from you, before reluctantly pulling out of what he would later consider his home.
Dazed, he watches your swollen folds clench around nothing, and when he sees some of his cum dribble out of them, he tuts and fingers it back inside you. He does this for the next minutes, making sure you’ve taken all of him, appreciating your needy squirms and whimpers each time.
When he’s satisfied with himself, he exhales deeply, all his earlier savageness gone for an affectionate look in his eyes as he gazes down at you. He gives you a fond smile, pressing his large palm flat against where your womb is. “You’ll grow me some Airbenders in here, won’t you? Birth me back my nation?”
Too fucked out to answer, you nod weakly, limp in his grasp. He leans down to kiss you tenderly, slow and warm and wet. “I can’t wait. In some months, everyone will know what happened here. They’ll know who you belong to, who you craved tonight. You’ll be all big and swollen with my babies.”
The thought has you furiously blushing, your arms wrapping tighter around his shoulders. “W-Well.. it’s still too early to know if I’ll be preg—”
“Oh you will be.” He answers with a cheeky grin, patting your belly again. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”
You blink at him, incredulous, a small smile tugging at your lips too. “But that’s not how it works. There’s no guarantee that I’m pregnant, even if you know what you’re doing.”
At that, he groans, tucking his face into the crook of your neck while his heavy body rests over yours. “But I’m the Avatar. My stuff’s gotta be special. I’m sure it worked, you’re definitely knocked up.”
You return his tired hug, letting out a soft exasperated sigh. “.. Sure, Aang.”
Meanwhile, everyone downstairs remained blissfully ignorant of what the hell happened a floor above them, all busy with their drinks and tipsy banter.
All, except for a very drunk earthbender that heard everything through the walls. Who was thankfully way too drunk to properly tell the others, only shouting garbled congratulations to the ceiling that nobody bothered to understand. “Niiiice. Good going, Twinkle toes. You lucky dog.”
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* i’d be popping out babies left and right with this yummy bald man.. if you see any mistakes leave me alone i hate proofreading.
“Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?” + gen narumi - if you only do jujutsu characters then yuta??? Thank you 🫶🏻
︵ ೀ mdni. yuta eating you out
the end credits are already rolling on the tv, but it’s not like either of you care anymore. not when yuta is pressed close against you on the couch, kissing you senseless while his touch makes your skin tingle.
his fingers trace down slowly, barely there, light enough to make you shiver as they follow the curve of your side.
“is it good when i touch you here?”
yuta's fingers brush over your breasts through your thin shirt. he circles your nipples so softly you arch into his hand.
“or maybe here?”
his palm slides lower, over your stomach, then slips under the waistband of your shorts. his fingers dip inside your panties and brush your pussy. you’re already wet. he spreads your folds with two fingers and rubs your clit in slow, lazy circles.
“yuta…” you breathe and spread your legs wider on the couch.
he presses a little harder on your clit and then pushes one finger inside your tight cunt, then adds another, curling them deep.
yuta watches your face the whole time, eyes dark. “you’re so wet already.” he pumps his fingers in and out and rubs your clit with his thumb at the same time.
you grip his shoulders and rock against his hand. he leans in and kisses your neck, then sucks hard enough to leave a mark. his fingers move faster, fucking you deeper. “is it good when i fuck you like this?” he whispers against your skin. “tell me.”
you nod and yuta smiles. he kisses you once, deep and hungry, before starting to move lower. his mouth trails down your body, leaving soft kisses over your chest and stomach until he reaches your inner thighs. there, he slows, pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin, each one softer and more deliberate than the last as he moves lower.
he kisses your clit gently first, lips soft against you. then he licks you, tongue flat and warm, dragging up your slit. you shudder. yuta kisses your clit again, sucks it lightly between his lips, and pushes his tongue inside you.
yuta kisses your pussy like he kisses your mouth—slow, hungry, and wet. his hands hold your thighs open as he buries his face deeper and kisses your folds, licks inside you, then sucks your clit while his tongue pushes in and out.
“so fucking sweet,” he groans against you. he slides two fingers back inside you and curls them while he kisses and licks your clit nonstop.
your thighs start to shake around his head. yuta doesn’t stop. he keeps kissing your clit, sucking it, licking it, tongue sliding inside you between kisses until your back arches hard off the couch.
when he finally pulls back, lips shiny, he looks up at you with hazy eyes. “you like it?” he asks, all shy now. he looks almost embarrassed, cheeks warm as he watches your face. and all you can do is nod.
“you’re so sweet baby.” yuta groans into you his face was practically buried in it, his tongue licking through your folds, sucking your clit, his chin dripping with your slick
he’s making out with your pussy.
his large hands holding your thighs up, trying to bring you impossibly closer. as you kept pulling away from the overstimulation,
he’d been eating you for what felt like hours. your nails digging into the sheets , “ahh yu! i can’t” you moan, throwing your head back, it was too much. “flower please, just give me one more.” he rasped, diving right back in, harder this time. you scream.
his jaw threatened to lock, but he couldn’t stop, not when you tasted this sweet. without even realizing he starts grinding his hips into the mattress, pants soaked in precum. “f-fuck baby” he moans into your cunt.
the vibrations from his voice, making you jolt. your thighs clench around his head, he humps into the mattress harder, making the bed creak. his high approaching him sooner than later. “augh fuck i’m gonna-“ he cries, a tear falling down his pretty face. he nearly collapses, laying his head on the plush of your tummy breathless. “yu…did you just?” you chuckle.
but aren't i your wallet?
⤿ JJK SMAU
𓂃⋆.˚ telling them someone else paid for you !
⤷ ゛gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, shiu, higuruma,
choso, yuta, megumi, itadori, inumakiˎˊ˗
tw suggestive (inumaki's a little freak), mention of
hit and run
honestly, I think we need some more Bayverse Raph smut, why? First, it’s Raph. And we love some Raph. Second? So little people request stuff for Bayverse Raph it’s crazy😭 And he’s my favourite turtle. So you can decide WHAT the fic is about, I just request some Raph smut!!
Backshots (18+)
Bayverse!Raphael x reader
A/N: Sounded like you were in desperate need, so I quickly cooked up something😂 It’s pretty short, but hey, Bayverse Raphael doing backshots? Hell yeah. Enjoy!❤️
All characters are aged up.
Warnings: Short, doggy, overstimulation, squirting, Raph calls you a dirty girl.
“Yeah, that’s it”, Raphael growled behind you, standing on his bedroom floor, while you laid ass up on his bed. “Take all of it. Keep takin’ all of it, ya dirty girl”.
“Fuck, Raph!”, you cried out, trying to reach for him behind you. But he grabbed your arm, curling it up on your back, never once breaking the rhythm of his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of your skin slapping together echoing throughout Raphael’s room.
Your tight, long-sleeved crop top was still on, but your pants and underwear were far gone, lying somewhere in Raph’s bedroom, far forgotten as he continued to ram into you.
“Nah, dirty girls don't get to touch”, Raph chuckled, finding your whimpering sounds and desperate pleas adorable, his voice so low you could feel wetness starting to run down your thighs. Raph had already made you cum three times already, just by ramming you from behind, so you had no idea how you could still manage to get so wet when he talked. “Dirty girls are only made to be fucked”.
Raph let go of your arm, before grabbing a hold on your hips with both hands, thrusting into you at a brutal speed, making you scream and moan against the mattress. You sounded like a pornstar with how loud you were, however, your sounds were real. You were desperate, feeling yourself getting close to get another orgasm, not knowing if you could handle it.
“Raph! I’m - oh fuck - I’m-!”
“I know”, Raph groaned. “Cum for me, (Y/N). Squirt and make my bed wet like the dirty girl ya are”.
This man was going to be the death of you. Yet you came, crying out in pleasure as you squirted around Raph’s thick member, just like he had wanted you to, all while you saw white spots before your eyes.
“Shit”, Raph groaned, settling his speed, before almost pulling out of you, his head still stuck inside your overstimulated cunt. The hands on your hips moved to your ass, where Raph grabbed onto your cheeks, pulling them away from each other, so he could get a better look at your wet cunt, pulsing around his still erect cock. Then - to your surprise - he spat onto your cunt, putting his hands back on your hips, before slowly rocking in and out of you again. “You can do better, (Y/N)”.
“Wait, what?!”, you asked, trying to turn so that you could look at Raph, only for your head to be pushed down against the bed, his hand on your cheeks forcing the side of your face down.
“I said I wanted my bed wet”, Raph groaned, a smirk thick in his voice. “And squirtin’ only on me isn’t enough”. His raised one of his feet onto the bed, making it easier for him to thrust into you at full force once again.
imagine sophisticated and put-together f/o lose their composure when they fuck you. moaning in your ear wantonly, arms wrapped all tightly around you, thrusts getting so sloppy and the noises coming from in between you two are wet and obscene… what’s crazy is that they are so classy in front of everyone else. neat clothes, calculated mannerisms… but they lose it with you. you’re holding onto them and whining because it feels so fucking good. they crash their mouth onto yours and kiss you so hard, shoving their tongue down your throat because they want to feel and taste more of you… they are so overwhelmed because you’re just so hot, and god they’re gonna cum so hard.
︵ ೀ mdni. satoru and suguru are losing their minds trying to fit inside you at the same time
it’s the first time you’ve all tried this, and the moment suguru starts pushing in alongside satoru, satoru lets out a shaky, breathless laugh.
“holy shit— this is so tight,” he whines, eyes squeezed shut, forehead pressed to your shoulder. his cock twitches hard as your pussy stretches around both of them, slick and burning. “i can feel you, suguru—oh my god, i can feel your dick rubbing against mine.”
“shut up,” suguru grits out, but his voice is weak, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. he’s trying to stay calm, but the way your walls flutter and squeeze around them both is driving him insane. every tiny shift makes him feel satoru’s cock sliding against his, hot and throbbing. “fuck… she’s taking us so well.”
you’re shaking between them, stuffed full, stretched to your limit. a broken moan spills from your lips and both men groan in unison.
satoru starts moving first—shallow, desperate little thrusts that make suguru curse under his breath. “slow down, you idiot— ahh, shit—” suguru’s hips jerk anyway, chasing the friction, the overwhelming heat. they’re both panting, sweat-slicked chests pressed to your body, hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise.
you’re still shaking from the two orgasms they pulled out of you earlier with their tongues, licking and sucking until you were sobbing and oversensitive. now every single nerve feels raw and electric. the stretch of both cocks at once is almost too much — too intense, too full, every tiny movement sending sparks shooting up your spine.
“she’s so fucking wet,” satoru gasps, half-laughing, half-moaning. “i’m gonna cum so fast, this is embarrassing—”
“me too,” suguru admits through gritted teeth, voice dropping into that low, dangerous tone. his hips snap harder, chasing the tight drag of your cunt and the filthy slide of satoru’s cock against his own. “can’t— can’t hold it.”
they start moving together, messy and uncoordinated, both of them whimpering and cursing every time they thrust in at the same time. the pressure is insane. the feeling of being pressed so tightly against each other inside you is too much.
satoru comes first with a loud moan, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you. the moment his cock pulses, suguru follows right after—groaning long and low, burying himself to the hilt as he fills you too. they cum at the same time, thick and hot, both cocks twitching against each other while your pussy milks them dry.
they stay buried inside you, panting, trembling, foreheads pressed together above your shoulder.
satoru lets out a weak, almost delirious laugh.
“we’re doing that again… like… immediately.”
suguru just groans, still twitching. “shut up… but yeah.”
The city lights hummed softly against the night sky, casting a faint, ethereal glow through the high-rise windows of your apartment building. You lived on the 12th floor, in a sleek one-bedroom unit that overlooked the bustling streets below. The building next door was close enough that, on clear nights, you could almost reach out and touch the glass of the neighboring windows. That’s where Gojo Satoru lived.
He was impossible to miss—tall, lean, with that signature shock of white hair that seemed to defy gravity and those piercing blue eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses during the day. You’d seen him in the elevator a few times, exchanging polite nods and half-smiles. He was charming, cocky, always dressed in expensive casual wear that hugged his athletic frame. But you had no idea just how much of a pervert he was. Or how fixated he’d become on you.
It started innocently enough. Gojo had moved in a few months ago, and from his living room window, he had a direct, unobstructed view into yours. Your curtains were often forgotten, especially on those warm summer nights when the AC struggled and you craved the cool breeze. He noticed everything: the way you moved around your space in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties after a long day, the curve of your hips as you stretched, the way your hair fell messily over your shoulders when you let it down.
But it was the nights you touched yourself that truly broke him.
The first time it happened, Gojo was lounging on his couch, scrolling through his phone with the lights dimmed low. His apartment was minimalist—black leather furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows, a faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air. He glanced up casually, and there you were.
Your bedroom light was on, curtains wide open. You lay sprawled on your bed, legs parted slightly under the thin sheet that had slipped down to your waist. One hand trailed lazily over your stomach, dipping lower. Gojo’s breath hitched. He froze, phone forgotten in his lap.
You were beautiful like this—unaware, lost in your own world. Your fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties, and he watched as your back arched just a fraction. A soft sigh escaped your lips, audible even through the closed windows if he strained. His cock twitched in his sweatpants, hardening instantly at the sight.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his usual playful smirk twisting into something darker, hungrier. He didn’t look away. Couldn’t.
He palmed himself through the fabric, squeezing the growing bulge as he leaned forward on the couch. Your hand moved in slow circles beneath the panties, the outline visible as the thin material tented and shifted. Gojo’s hand mirrored yours, slipping inside his pants to wrap around his thick length. He was already leaking precum, the head slick and sensitive.
You moaned quietly, eyes fluttering shut as you pushed a finger inside yourself. Gojo stroked faster, his grip firm, thumb circling the tip just like he imagined your tongue would. The way your thighs trembled, the subtle rock of your hips— it was intoxicating. He imagined what you’d sound like if he were there, buried deep inside you, those pretty lips parted around his name.
He came hard that first night, thick ropes of cum spilling over his fist as your body tensed and shuddered through your own orgasm. You didn’t see him. The lights in his apartment stayed off, his figure shrouded in shadow. But he saw everything.
It became a ritual.
Gojo started timing his evenings around yours. He’d leave the lights low, position himself just right on the edge of his bed or couch—close enough to the window for the perfect view, far enough to remain invisible. He was meticulous about it. A pervert with a plan.
One particularly humid Thursday night, you came home from a frustrating day at work. The tension in your body begged for release. You kicked off your heels, peeled away your clothes until you were bare, and didn’t bother with the curtains. Why would you? The neighboring building’s windows were dark, or so you thought.
Gojo was already there, waiting. His cock was half-hard in anticipation, heavy in his hand as he stroked lazily, eyes glued to your window.
You climbed onto your bed, propping yourself up against the pillows. The city lights painted soft highlights across your skin— the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the smooth expanse of your thighs. You started slow, teasing yourself. Fingers tracing your collarbone, down between your breasts, pinching a nipple until it pebbled under your touch. A soft gasp left your lips.
Gojo’s breath grew ragged. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered to the glass, his voice low and rough. “Touch those pretty tits for me.”
His strokes matched your pace. When you cupped your breasts, squeezing them together, he tightened his grip around the base of his cock, veins bulging under his fingers. He was long and thick, the kind of size that would stretch you deliciously if he ever got the chance. Precum dripped steadily now, slicking his palm as he pumped.
You spread your legs wider, knees bent, giving him a full view of your glistening pussy. Your fingers dipped down, parting your folds, circling your swollen clit. Gojo groaned, leaning closer to the window, his free hand bracing against the glass. The cool surface did nothing to temper the heat building in his core.
You slipped two fingers inside yourself, curling them just right, and your moan echoed faintly. Gojo imagined it was his name on your tongue— Satoru, please, harder. He jerked himself faster, hips bucking into his fist, the wet sounds of his hand filling his silent apartment.
Your pace quickened. Breasts heaving with each breath, thighs quivering as you chased that edge. Gojo’s balls tightened, pleasure coiling tight in his gut. He wanted to ruin you. To climb through that window, pin you down, and fuck you senseless while you screamed for him.
You came with a sharp cry, back bowing off the bed, fingers buried deep as your walls clenched around them. Juices slicked your thighs, shining in the low light.
Gojo followed seconds later, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as he spilled over his hand and onto the floor. Thick, pearly strands painted his knuckles and dripped down. He kept stroking through it, milking every last drop, eyes never leaving your spent form as you panted and relaxed against the sheets.
Nights blurred together in a haze of obsession.
Gojo learned your patterns. Tuesdays you were slower, more sensual—using a toy sometimes, that pink vibrator that buzzed against your clit while you fingered yourself. He’d match it stroke for stroke, edging himself until you finished, then letting go in explosive release.
Fridays were desperate. You’d come home late, strip frantically, and fuck yourself hard with three fingers, hips grinding against your hand like you were riding a cock. Those nights, Gojo stood right at the window, pants shoved down to his ankles, fucking his fist with brutal intensity. Sweat beaded on his forehead, white hair sticking to his skin. He’d whisper filthy promises into the darkness: “One day I’m gonna fill that tight cunt up, make you mine. You’d look so good creaming around my cock, baby.”
He took photos—discreetly, with the flash off, zooming in on your arched back, your parted lips, the way your pussy dripped when you were close. He jerked off to them during the day, in his office bathroom or the back of his car, imagining your scent, your taste.
You remained blissfully unaware. Or so he thought.
ᓚᘏ𑄝 in which you and your boyfriend are playing ‘kissing every mole on your body’ until satoru reaches the one on your pussy.
mention of eating cooch, nasty toru, slight body worshiping.
satoru traces his lips slowly along the curve of your shoulder, finding the small dark mole there and pressing a lingering kiss to it. “got one,” his breath is warm against your skin as the game continues in quiet soft playfulness.
“toru,” you giggle softly at first, fingers threading through his snowy hair while he moves lower, discovering another mole on your collarbone and lavishing it with the same tender attention, tongue flicking out lightly to taste you. “here too..” he breathes.
the room feels warm and intimate, filled only with the sound of your shared breathing and the occasional soft laugh as he hunts for each mark on your body with delighted focus.
he shifts downward, kissing a mole on the swell of your breast, then another near your ribcage, each press of his mouth growing slower and more intentional, blue eyes glancing up at you with that signature playful glint mixed with deepening hunger.
“mmh,” your body warms under his exploration, skin tingling wherever his lips land, until he reaches the soft plane of your stomach and finds one nestled just below your navel. satoru hums appreciatively, nuzzling there before continuing his journey, strong hands gently parting your thighs as he settles between them, the game leading him exactly where the next mole awaits.
his mouth brushes the delicate skin of your inner thigh first, finding a faint mole and kissing it sweetly, but his gaze drifts higher to the one placed so intimately on the soft fold of your pussy, right near the top where your clit begins to peek out.
you shiver as he leans in closer, breath ghosting over your most sensitive area, and he looks up at you with a soft, teasing smile. “found it,” he whispers, voice low and warm, before pressing his lips directly to that little mole, kissing it with the same care he gave the others yet lingering longer, tongue tracing lightly around it.
the sensation sends sparks through you as satoru kisses and licks with focused devotion, treating your pussy like the most precious part of the game, his mouth exploring every fold while paying special attention to that marked spot.
“baby— toru, fuck…” you moan quietly, hips twitching under his gentle hold as he sucks softly, blue eyes locked on yours from between your spread thighs.
he takes his time, turning the hunt you both made up into something deeply intimate and heated, tongue circling and flicking until pleasure builds in slow, rolling waves. satoru hums against you, the vibration adding to the intensity, his hands stroking your thighs soothingly as he brings you closer and closer with every dedicated kiss and lick centered around your mole.
+18｜qifrey forgot to give you aftercare... or did he?
you knew he was gentle by default, a witch who built his entire existence around caretaking his apprentices. perceiving his magnitude as a teacher, you’d fully expected him to brush your hair out of your eyes, kiss your forehead, and pour you a cup of water when it was over.
but instead, he just completely slumped against you, dead weight against your chest, dozing out the exact second he finished without a single word of aftercare or praise.
possessing a kind nature and an otherwise gentle disposition, it was plain that his dedication to the task would be absolute. he’d been so incredibly turned on by the mere sight of your bare body that it became impossible to hide the desperation he had kept locked away for years—in the deepest, coldest part of his heart. his pale, ink-stained hands were trembling as he parted your thighs, one arm locked firmly around your lower back while his hips rutted into you in a hasty, poorly coordinated rhythm that had you scrambling to clutch onto the mattress.
"l-love, am i doing it correct?" he’d pointed out, face buried firmly into the crook of your neck, his lips caressing your skin in messy smooches each time he slammed his pelvis against yours. his cock was throbbing inside, growing impossibly thicker as if it wasn't already big enough. “i-i never imagined it would feel like this...”
it was, to put it simply, violent when his apex hit. his spine arched, muscles locking into rigid stone as he came inside you. the force of it made him choke on the last breath he had, eyes rolling back in his skull with pure bliss. surge after surge of puffy liquid filled your womb until he was shooting blanks. yet, even then, his body still refused to soften, choosing instead to pour everything inside until you were full to the brim.
and then, nothing. just the heavy drop of his body flattening you into the mattress.
well—initially, you thought he was just worn out after everything that happened after hearing him letting out those flimsy huffs and puffs against your collarbone. but as the seconds ticked by, his limbs remained lax, lacking the usual soft twitch of someone drifting into a normal sleep. you tried to shift your hips beneath him, the ridiculously over-the-top-amount hotness of his overindulgence trickling down between your thighs.
and qifrey didn't groan or try to pull you closer like you expected him to do. instead, his hands were still sprawled awkwardly on the sheets, those long, slender fingers you adored staying fully unresponsive, no matter what. you suspected he might have pushed his own limits a little too far, his body overexerting itself just to empty himself into your womb.
“qifrey?” you whispered, placing a hand on his lean back, waiting for that familiar, reassuring hum. but for whatever reason, it didn't come. you pushed yourself up on one weak elbow, using your other hand to gently cup his jaw, tilting his face away from your neck. his blue eyes were half-lidded but empty, staring right through you without a single flicker of recognition. when you experimentally lifted his hand, his wrist stayed completely limp, dropping straight back like a broken doll's the moment you let go. he was just a vacant shell pinned on top of you, oblivious to the world around him.
awareness hit you, as you realized he hadn't just fallen asleep. as a consequence of the intensity of his arousal, he actually—
Imagine him staring up at you with tears in his eyes, face buried against your pelvis. His big hands dig into the meat of your thigh as he tries to pull you closer, stopping your squirming as you try to pull away.
His hips rut against nothing, occasionally the seam of his jeans drags against the head of his leaking cock as he kneels before you, making quite a mess the whole time 🤤🤤
halfway through his list of reasons he's toying with himself through his pants, stroking and moving it, showing off the outline. his other hand is over your shoulder, gently brushing fingertips over your tit.
"you know i'm huge, right?" he says. "Pornstar big."
"Shut up."
"i'm serious. im massive. touch it and see."
when you go to reach, he's pushing down his pants to give you a proper handful of the biggest cock you've ever seen-
Looooove a fictional man who can love me with such pure and tender devotion and also fuck me in the filthiest, nastiest, most creative ways. Man who makes me believe in a fairy tale type of romance and then introduces me to (and fulfills) sexual fantasies I never even knew I had, kinks I’d never thought to consider. Who makes me feel safe and comfortable enough to explore the rough and taboo and intense. A man so gentle and loving and yet so ravenous for me, capable of such intense lust, all for me.
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