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ེ༹༷ㅤॱֺּׅ༏ིྀ𓏽ִ ⠀introducing . . . ⠀ @hhrtfelt! ⠀ ◟ ͜͜ ୨᭪݃
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them literally every episode ever
why is she smiling like that omfg somebody help her
⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖: let's eat sweet!
synopsis: the one where your boyfriend welcomes you home from a mission with an assortment of sweets. you didn’t know you were on the menu as well.
content: MDNI. emre sarioglu x reader, established relationship, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), slight nipple play, overstimulation, sliiiiightly dub-con if you squint ig, aftercare
wc: 2k
a/n: art by jw_lulu! HIIIIIII a little break from my jjk posts BUT I SHOULD HAVE A JJK HC LIST UP TMRW! lowkey i've been playing sm emre and he's so sexy i had to make at least a tiny little smut drabble. gawd i need him... also i tried my best to research turkish terms of endearment and food/culture so if i got anything wrong i apologize! eat up!
the hot shower water pelted at your back, soothing your aching, tensed muscles. talon's latest mission had been hell. vendetta sent you all the way to lima to breach a global security compound. you'd been gone for two weeks now. droplets of water are still clinging to your skin when you push his door open.
it smells different in emre’s quarters tonight. sweet aromas like honey, pistachio, and lemon fill the air. your boyfriend is busy rummaging around and setting up the assortment of his homeland's desserts on his coffee table. he rearranges the delicate dishes in order of color and size, his brow furrowed as he focused, like it was the most important thing in the world. then he sees you.
“aşkım…” leaves him in an exhale. he crosses the room in two seconds, his arms— even the cybernetic one— are firm, warm, and grounding around you as he embraces your body, his beard gently tickling your neck when he buried his face there.
a quiet laugh slips out of you, and you tilt your head to kiss his temple. “what’s all this?” your hand gestures to the table. emre hums and shrugs. “figured you could use something sweet after your mission. tatlı yiyelim, tatlı konuşalım.”
let's eat sweet, talk sweet.
you both sit down on the couch, emre wrapping a knitted blanket around you. he points to each treat on the table, introducing each and every one of them to you, then he reaches for the closest one. a sticky golden square made up of flaky layers and gooey, chopped up nuts in the filling. “baklava. try it.”
you let him press it to your lips, and he thumbed your shoulder as you chewed. an appreciative hum and nod came from you as you assessed the rich nectar flavor, and emre reached up to swipe some honey off your lips before it dribbled down your chin.
“good?”
“very sweet.”
a chuckle escaped him, then he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “just like you…” then, he reached for the next dessert, a small yellow square dusted with powdered sugar. it was squishy between his fingers, and chewy and tart on your tongue.
“lokum. turkish delight,” he smiled. “my grandmother made them every bayram. i found a cafe that makes it almost the same way... almost.”
you raised your brow and nodded. “lemon?”
he nodded. “mhm. i have rose and pistachio as well…”
you tried each flavor. you didn’t have much of a choice, seeing as he fed you. künefe, a warm dessert with shredded dough, filled with melted cheese, soaked in rich, sugary syrup. a sweet, creamy square called date halva, and finally, he finished it off with rice pudding and warm cardamom. you told him about your mission as you ate, and he listened perfectly, like he always did. always asking the right questions, missing nothing, keeping his focus on you. your legs had migrated to his lap at one point, and he gently thumbed along your ankle, then rubbed up and down your calf, trying to soothe any tension in your muscles.
it eventually turned into him scooting closer, his metal and flesh hands running up and down your thighs now. you abruptly paused your explanation of how you’d breached the security compound and gave him a look. “em…”
“tatlı yiyelim.”
you raised a brow, then tilted your head at the table. "we are eating sweets."
he shrugged as he pulled your shorts and panties down. "good thing i saved room, hm? there she is..." he purred, bringing his thumb to rub at your bud.
"h-hm..." bubbled up from your throat. two weeks without him and sleeping in a ship full of talon agents gave you no room for relief. you were more pent up than you realized.
"sensitive?" he tilted his head, and you shook yours. "no, just... just missed you."
he melted and smiled, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. "ben de seni özledim." i missed you, too. he pushed your shirt up and trailed kisses down your neck, your chest, pausing to suckle gently at one of your tits, then down your ribcage, back to your center, down, down...
"m-hngh..." you whined as he pressed a wet smoooch! to your clit. his beard brushed against your inner thigh, causing you to squirm under him. he hummed and unhinged his jaw, delving his firm tongue into your hole and curling it, rubbing the muscle against your velvety walls with little wet shlucks! and whines that simmered in the back of his throat.
he closed his eyes, fully focused on the task at hand. his brow furrowed as he made sure to angle his nose juuust right so it rubbed at your clit as he tonguefucked you, his hands busy holding your thighs to his head. his left hand crept up and squeezed a tit, thumbing over your nipple.
“m-‘mh— canım…” you whined in his native tongue, which made him groan into your pussy and rut his hips against the curve of the couch. “a-ahm… mmph…” he grunted with effort, shaking his head a bit for maximum stimulation.
your poor hole was drooling into his mouth and he lapped up every last drop of your juices, moaning at your taste. “s-so… fuckin’… sweet…” he groaned, pulling back for only a moment to catch his breath. the hand holding your thigh came to spread your sopping lips, a lewd squelch sounding as he played with them between his fingers. the cold of his carbon fiber fingers made your hips jump, and he grinned. “feels good, hm? i know, baby… i know… look at her drippin’ for me…”
you fisted the knit blanket beneath you, your brow knitted tight. “p-please— em—“
“don’t gotta beg me, baby… missed your taste s’much, wan’ you t’cum as much as you want on my tongue. i wanna eat it all.”
with that, his mouth was back on you, both hands coming to grip your ass and lift your hips up, smushing his face further into your sloppy pussy. “mmmf-fuck…” he groaned, his voice muffled. “mhm, mhm… give it t’me…”
“e-emre- fuck-“
he resorted to sucking at your clit like it was his favorite treat, lewd slurps and suckles filling the room. “that’s it… cum on my tongue… lemme lap it all up, baby… good girl…”
your back arched off the couch and you fisted at both his hair and the blanket. shockwaves of pleasure rolled through you, building and building as your whines got higher in pitch. your hips jerked, but he quickly yanked you back onto his face.
“no,” he murmured firmly, his hold tightening as he dragged you right back down onto his mouth. “stay… let me…” his nose presses harder against your clit, his tongue slipping back inside, curling just right—
your breath hitched. “close— em— close…!”
he grunted and rolled his hips against the couch, rutting like a dog in heat. his efforts turned messier, if possible, sloppier. “yeah? give it t’me… c’mon, c’mon, güzelim…”
your back arched and your thighs clamped around his head. “c-cumming- fuck!!”
he tripled his efforts, moaning with satisfaction as you gushed onto his tongue, dripping down his beard. “good girl… good girl…” he groaned, squeezing your ass as a form of praise. “tastes so sweet, you’re so sweet, baby…”
he didn’t let up, not for a second, pressing sloppy kisses to your poor, swollen clit. you whined in initial protest, tugging at his hair, at which he took your hand and interlaced your fingers with his.
“one more. just one more, baby… taste so sweet, i can’t get enough… please, baby, just one more…?”
you whined, but relaxed. he was merciful and moved slower, his tongue slowly dragging through your folds, up to your clit and gently sucking. his eyelids fluttered half-shut, his gaze glossed over with hazy lust. “mmph…” he grunted after a stronger slurp, his tongue moving back into you.
your second built faster than your first, deep and tight knitted inside of you. it started somewhere behind your navel and spread outward in waves rather than crashing all at once. your thighs trembled against his shoulders and your grip on his hand tightened.
“em— ‘m close— again, ‘m cumming—!” you squeaked out in between shaky gasps and whines.
“mmf, i know… can feel you throbbin’ ‘round my tongue…” he mumbled, muffled. “give it t’me…”
another plunge of his tongue and you’re falling apart, your back bowing off the cushion and his name breaking on your lips. like a ravenous dog, emre slurped up all that you gushed, his tongue working for every last drop until there was nothing left but his saliva soaking your pussy.
“em— emre, baby— okay, okay—“ you half-whined, half-laughed, pulling him back by his hair.
“one more…” he begged with a whine. “please, i need it… please, baby, you taste so—“
“emre,” your voice was broken. “t-too much—“
in his lustful greed, he went for it anyways. just for a moment, sucking at your clit until you shoved his shoulder. he stopped and pulled away immediately, his face holding the same expression as when he would come to after chernobog took over him. he looked over you, taking in how your skin was slick with sweat, your chest heaving, and one arm draped over your eyes.
“oh… aşkım…”
his hand hovers over your cheek before carefully cupping it. “look at me? i’m sorry…” his voice was gravelly and full of guilt. despite your wrecked state, your lips twitched as you peeked out from under your arm. “what?” you breathed out, a soft giggle escaping you.
brow pinched, he sighed and looked away. “i got… greedy. i’m sorry. i should’ve stopped.”
you blink for a moment, then reach for his wrist. “hey… i’m okay. it’s alright…”
“no, it’s not…” he mumbled firmly, sighing and settling in on top of you. his weight was soothing and his kisses on your neck were like a sweet balm. “i got carried away…”
you hummed and kissed his temple, fingers sifting into his red locks and gently scratching his scalp. “you always do.”
“still…” he murmured, pulling away from your neck to gaze down at you, assessing to make sure you really were okay, then kissing your forehead. “let me make it up to you.”
he reached for the barely touched teacup next to the baklava and raised it to your lips. “drink.” you take a sip, watching him over the rim, amused at how serious he suddenly is.
he pulled the knitted blanket up over you and climbed off, padding to the bathroom, then coming back with a warm, damp rag to clean you up. once he was through with that, you took the rag yourself and gently wiped at his chin, cleaning up where your juices still stuck to his skin and beard. you earned a soft grin from him for that.
“tell me if you need anything?” he murmured, snuggling in on top of you and cocooning you in his arms. you nodded, and he kissed the top of your head. “two weeks is too long. i’m telling v i’m coming with you next time.”
you huffed. all of talon knew you and emre were like two peas in a pod, or two rabbits in one cage, maybe. “vendetta won’t—“
“i’m coming with you. don’t like being separated from you for that long. plus, then i can keep an eye on you on the field,” he murmured, smoothing your hair back.
you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the little smile on your lips. “so overprotective. i can handle myself out there.”
“i know you can,” he murmured. “but you’re all i have left. i just… i don’t know what i’d do if you got hurt. or worse.” you went quiet at that, and he tilted your head up by your chin. “but i won’t let that happen… benim güzel kızım,” he murmured, leaning in and pressing his lips to your temple.
you shrugged. “so long as you bring me treats after every mission, i’ll come back alive no matter what.”
a small huff of a laugh escaped him. “same here. though i don’t mean ‘treats’ as in food…”
you hit his arm. “pervert.”
© all writing belongs to angellude. all characters belong to blizzard entertainment.
𓂃★ 𝐄𝐌𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎Ğ𝐋𝐔
𝙜𝙣!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 18+, he’s a bit unhinged, cock sucking, tiny blurb
he’s never been able to hold his feelings in. even before the ai in his body, before the fall, something in him always betrayed his inner emotions.
that’s why now, with his cock down your throat, he can’t pretend that it’s not driving him insane. emre can’t act like seeing your mouth stuffed full with his spit-soaked cock isn’t making his brain actively malfunction. hips bucking up, grunts escaping his mouth, a fist tightening in your hair — all of it involuntary. he has to actively fight the dark part of his mind telling him to just fuck your face already.
and god forbid when he cums down your throat. he genuinely might not let you up for air because he’s too caught up in the thrill of emptying his balls into you.
you take it all. you always do.
𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
wrote this so it would make me sleepy enough to go to bed
Zuko wakes up in the middle of the night to find your side of the bed empty and cold. he tosses the covers off him before he jumps off the bed, not even bothering to put his slippers on. He snatches his robe hung up on the bedpost and slips it on as he hurries out of the bedroom, thoughts going a mile a minute. he's about to dash past your shared chambers' private living room when your voice stops him in his tracks. He turns, spotting you sitting in the dark, a giant book in your hands and the only source of light being the moon shining through the windows.
"You've got to be kidding me." He snaps groggily as he stomps toward you, his glare stern despite the sleepy haze still clouding his eyes. "Have you been up all this time reading?"
You nod immediately, knowing there's no point in lying. "Book was getting good."
"How can you even see? I keep telling you you're gonna mess up your vision."
"My six eyes see everything" You mumble under your breath, marking the page and shutting the book.
"What?" His brows furrow as he takes the book from you to set aside.
"Nothing." You try to reach for the book only for him to snatch it up and place it out of your reach.
"Unbelievable," He huffs and then he leans down to pick you up, tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of rice before heading back to the bedroom. "You're going to bed right now."
You sag against him before trying to bargain. "Can I at least finish that last chapter?"
The swat to your ass is the only response you get.
© gaangsign 2026 ! do not translate, repost, recommend or modify my work.
may i req zuko who has a son (a baby, really) who never wants to part with him so zuko brings him to council meetings where the baby also gives his smart inputs (just babbles) ?
a/n: this request was so sweet anon! i hope you enjoy the blurb i whipped up
summary: left alone with your baby, Zuko takes his son to his first council meeting
“Is my handsome prince ready for his first council meeting?” Zuko coos fondly as he lifts the child from his crib and into his arms.
“His robes are too big,” you note with a frown. The red and gold silk swallows his little body whole, but the child doesn’t seem to mind as he flashes a gummy smile when your lips meet his cheek for a kiss.
“He’ll grow into them,” your husband assures you with a careful smile. “Just as I did.”
“Are you sure you don’t need me to stay?” You fret, beginning to fuss over the robes once more in an attempt to free your baby’s limbs from the heavy fabric. “I can watch Ezi so your council meeting remains undisturbed.”
“You deserve to have a day off, too. Ezi and I will be fine while you’re in the village. Besides, who would object to having the Prince at a council meeting? It’s his duty. Isn’t that right, my little dragon?”
just had a thought about how zuko's cum could get really hot when he's really aroused and he has to learn to control that so he doesn't burn you from the inside.
gym rat!toji only thrusts ur weight!!
toji came through the door, taking his gym shoes off immediately. you were on the couch, blanket pulled to your chin. as you heard his heavy footsteps, you looked over the arm of the couch, meeting his own dark, mischief filled eyes. “no.” you said, beginning to sit up. “no, toji. get back.” you smiled, putting a hand out to distance him. “you didn’t miss me?” he said, a sleazy smile on his face. he stalked closer to you, looking through his eyelashes at your form. “don’t run from it, baby. come feel on me.”
before you could protest, he braced both of his hands beside your head, and laid his body weight on you. you smiled, trying to push him away, but ultimately failing. “toji, you smell.” you said, pressing your hands against his chest. “oh, i missed you baby. mm.. couldn’t stop thinking of you.” he murmured against your neck. “i was doing hip thrusts today. i thrusted how much you weigh.” he said, rubbing himself against you, almost like a dog trying to put its scent on something. “that’s when i thought of you.”
you felt something poking your inner thigh, and you scoffed. “you’re nasty.” you said. “i want you.” he mumbled, sitting up between your thighs. he took your hand, and guided it to his heavy bulge. “i trained. just for you.” he said, his voice in a mockingly pleading tone. he moaned as your hand kneaded his bulge, and he looked down at it, watching as you did so. he looked back down at you, biting his lip. “aren’t you proud of me? trained hard as shit so you don’t have to do any work when we’re fucking.” he said, pushing his damp hair off of his forehead.
he grabbed your hips, pulling them closer, so your covered crotch was flush against his bulge. he gave one slow thrust, and smiled. “i know you feel that.” he said, looking down as he began to slowly grind against you. “you don’t have to do anything, yknow. i can do all the work. like i usually do.” he teased, putting wet kisses all over the side of your neck. he grabbed your waist, and effortlessly maneuvered you, so you were straddling him. “it’s okay, baby. you can act like you don’t want it, but i know you do.” he cooed, running his hand down your stomach. he smirked, biting his lip as he noticed you trying to be subtle, as you “adjusted” your position on him.
“see? that’s my girl, always wanting this dick. it’s okay, baby. you don’t have to hide it.”
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a/n : short n sweet before i get back on track yay ;)
im at badminton rn but i need to read this later RARARRAR
"The Fire Lord is in quite a horrid mood today."
"Oh? How come?"
"His wife, the Fire Lady, has traveled to visit family in the south and, unfortunately, she had to leave while he was preoccupied."
"...Ah, I see. So Fire Lord Zuko did not get to see his wife off and didn't—"
"Get his goodbye kiss, yes."
"How long is Our Lady gone for?"
"A month."
"...We're just lucky that he's a merciful man."
so clingy…
zuko kept thinking to himself with the way you were pressed to his back. the swell of your round belly crowding his space, little baby kicks hitting the middle of his back here and there, your face was pressed flushed against his back in his hair.
twirling a few pieces of his hair through your fingers as you waited for him to be done with his fire lord duties.
if he knew you’d change so much getting pregnant with his baby he would’ve done it sooner.
before it all you never approached him on your own even when you clearly wanted to be around him, keeping distance in fear of getting in the way when he seemed to be working.
staying to yourself almost all the time, going off on your own whenever he was away and when he got back you wouldn’t rush to him.
now you’re on the verge of tears when he takes too long to come back, following him everywhere, even in places you shouldn’t. always touching him in some way.
somehow forgetting what personal space is, though he isn’t complaining too much. he finds it sweet, it’s partly why he does things in your shared chambers now. things as in signing scrolls, or writing important letters and little things.
he still has to watch you poke your lip out when he has to deal with the council, pressing soft kisses to your cheek and promising he’ll be back soon.
“zukooo.” your face sat in a pout. he hums in response, fingers still moving to write on the scroll sitting on the table in front of him.
you let go of his hair, hands coming around and slipping into his robe, the fabric smooth against the back of your hands. “pay attention to me. us.”
“just a moment, i’m finishing up.”
letting out a small huff of frustration, “you always say that!” your hands move around on his chest, using his pecs as stress balls, lightly squeezing here and there. cheek squished on his shoulder in a mean pout.
he smiles to himself, actually finishing up his work so he could pay you the attention you need. he turns his head slightly, hand coming up to cup your jaw, he presses a soft lingering kiss to your lips. “okay, I’m finished.”
he pulls back, eyes narrowing softly, watching the way yours light up.
“good. come rub my belly.” you demanded, crawling around to climb into his lap. your head leaning back against his chest, his eyes widen a bit at the sudden adjustment. slow smile curving at the corner of his lips, he felt like he was watching a cat waiting to be pet. “as you wish my lady.”
he hums leaning forward, chin resting on your shoulder, his hands wrap around your belly. the palms of his hands warming instantly, melting into his touch a small content sigh leaves you, your hands covering his, eyes closed in bliss.
a/n: the edits, the fics. im so happy for the new atla content.
oh i know dada
adult fire lord zuko x wife!reader warnings: 18+ nsfw, fluff, breeding kink, baby fever, daddy kink summary: when fire lord zuko sees his wife holding babies, and with everyone constantly pestering for an heir, his mind can't help but reel to darker places.
“fire lord zuko! when can we expect an heir to the fire nation?”
“fire lord zuko! are you and the fire lady expecting?”
“who will take the throne as the prince now that you have been reigning for some time?”
the relentless questioning left zuko restless. he had hoped the weight on his shoulders would ease once he transitioned from prince to fire lord, but the pressure had only increased tenfold.
you, on the other hand, were as cool as a cucumber.
ASHLEY GRAHAM & LEON KENNEDY Resident Evil 4 (2005)
the fire lord's council aren't too fond of you because the one time you joined in, you said that they were all incapable of critical thinking. in the nicest, most proper way with your hands neatly folded on your lap and your voice as sweet as the candy you hide in your robes' pockets.
"fire lord zuko!" one of them exclaim angrily, looking towards him. "aren't you going to scold your wife for such disrespect!?"
zuko chooses not to speak immediately because your statement is very correct and if he opens his mouth now, he'll laugh in their faces. and you know this judging by the slight but pleased smile on your lips.
"is it disrespect if there's an element of truth in it?" zuko says calmly, squashing down his amusement for the moment. "my wife, your fire lady, is a highly intelligent woman with valuable opinions and advice to offer. so i'd recommend attempting to adapt to see her point of view and according her the same respect you give me."
the council is quiet, shell-shocked and jaws dropped.
you're positively bursting with joy, having to hide your grin behind your sleeve.
zuko will tolerate a lot of things but any form of disrespect towards you is out of the question. he'll hear about it again soon enough because the council don't take such things lightly.
but defending your honour and seeing your smile shine like the sun itself makes all that more than worthy.
being shy doesn't mean shit to pornstar toji ՞. .՞ request by: chirunaaa <33
ever since starting onlyfans, you’ve gotten an influx of DMs and requests to collab, but you always pushed it to the side. too anxious to fuck someone on camera.
that’s when toji came in. he’s experienced and was doing porn the classic way until he learned he could do it on his own terms with onlyfans, and that’s exactly what he did.
within two weeks of moving to it, he was rapidly growing, everyone loving the way he stroked his dick and talked to the camera while doing it.
“yeah, you like this, don’t you? dirty slut watching an old man stroke his dick on camera, you should be ashamed.”
then the usual collabs with hot models, something he became known for.
when he got wind of a pretty girl doing solo content, he wanted in on it; he wanted to be your first collab, and after months of you sitting on it, you finally agreed.
once he got his hands on you, you froze and stiffened, and he found that so endearing it got his dick hard.
“just relax for me; i'm not going to hurt you… unless you want me to.”
no time is wasted for him to get handsy with you, sliding a hand in between your thighs, getting a feel for how wet you are, two of his fingers already coated, his other hand on your waist keeping you in place, making sure you don’t run off.
he has two cameras, one focused on your face to pick up your reactions and any sounds you make that the second camera can’t pick up, and the second camera is focused on both your bodies.
toji keeps warming you up for five minutes, getting you used to his hands on you and wanting you to be focused on him and not the cameras.
it works, and you calm down, relaxing in his grasp, letting your body go limp and feeling the pleasure pulse throughout.
both cameras are picking up just how wet you are.
after listening to how loud you are, he finally starts sliding in, letting your wetness coat his tip first, groaning and putting his face into your neck to calm down, not wanting to cum.
reaching on the nightstand to dim the lights, wanting to focus in on your body and wanting you to focus on him and not the cameras, your eyes occasionally darting to the cameras, he doesn’t want that.
what he wants in this moment while his dick is slowly sliding into you is your body clinging to him.
“there you go, breathe.”
mumbling into your neck while he starts his strokes, rolling his hips, listening to every little sound that you make, your hands on his back, your nails already digging deep into his skin.
moaning and arching your back, your feet twitching from intense pleasure, drool coming out the sides of your mouth, the camera focused in on you, but you don’t even care anymore; he’s fucking you so good your thighs and legs are going numb.
your cries bouncing off the walls, both cameras picking it up, toji doing deeper strokes just to feel you tremble beneath him, finishing inside of you to the thought of the comments he's going to get about you.
“ugh, there we go, atta girl, you did so well.”
𖧧 (MDNI) You've ran away from his dick, now it's Toji's turn
How about the big, bad Toji running away from his girlfriend's pussy? Because seriously, how was he meant to survive with the way you were so eagerly swallowing his cock?
With each resounding thwack of your hips, Toji's nails only sank deeper into the bedsheets, which were already soiled with the evidence of your previous rounds of lovemaking fucking. The pools of moisture — a nasty, potent mix of his sticky cum and your slick — had already cooled down uncomfortably under the man's sturdy ass, but the sensation had been long forgotten — sheer pleasure at the forefront of his poor, fucked out mind.
"Easy— eaaasy, girl," he groaned, head thrown back in the throes of ecstasy. Too much ecstacy. "Gonna give my cock friction burn at this rate."
You butted in, shaking your head. With the way your frantic rhythm refused to slow down, Toji could forsee a long night for himself, which was his own fault. "N-not happening. You said I could take what I— fuck, wanted tonight."
Leaning back on your hands, legs spread obscenely wide, you continued to buck your hips back down, which gave Toji a full view of your pussy. The poor thing had been fucked raw, outer lips slick and puffy — yet showed no signs of relenting yet as you chased orgasm after mind-numbing orgasm.
"I take it back—"
"—no, you don't."
And you were right, for the way Toji's angular hips slammed upwards into yours told you everything you needed to know.
Until he started squirming. Then, shuffling backwards on the ruffled sheets, the pace of your riding getting thrown off balance. His head shook from side to side, and the engulfing warmth of your pussy had Toji at a loss for words. For once.
Should he run? Or should he plant his feet on the bed so he could continue to fuck up into you, chasing that impending high he knew would render him pussydrunk?
The latter was rather embarrassing, considering the fact he had spent many a night making fun of you for the exact same thing.
"Look at you, running from it."
"All bark and no bite. How embarrassing."
These were all your boyfriend's words on any other occasion, but when Toji opened his bleary eyes, he could see your lips moving despite the white noise roaring in his ears. You were mimicking him, a fucked-out grin on your face.
"Earth to Toji," you sang, face screwing in satisfaction when you sank down, allowing his chubbed-up cock to hit your deepest parts. "Awh, don't tell me you're done already. Where's all that stamina gone?"
"Up your—"
Thwack!
You raised your hips, back bowing into a nasty arch before you sank down without an ounce of hesitation in your movements. Toji was firing blanks now, spasming once the first dry orgasm of the night hit.
How cute it was — almost — to see him running away, even now. This was the loudest you had ever heard the man, who was currently choking on a plethora of guttural curses. A large palm settled on your waist, uncertain as it tried to figure out whether to push you off or tug you in closer.
"Shame your cock can't give me any more," you murmured, flicking a nail over his taut nipple. A look of affection crossed over your face when Toji hissed, shying away from your touch before dragging your hand back to his chest. "Think I've milked you day today."
"Yeah, I'll say. Taking advantage of an old man like me," he scowled, face taking on a light shade of red. He was sweaty and warm, with meaty thighs trembling under yours. His orgasm had done a number on him, but if anyone could take it? It'd be Toji.
"And yet this old man liked it."
With a swat to your rounded ass, you yelped and rubbed the reddening flesh, lower lip jutted out. You knew who really called the shots around here — if the way Toji was already gearing up for another round didn't say enough already.
Goondnight i cannot think coherently im tired. divider by @uzmacchiato
ovulation with toji
"tojiiiiii!" you whimper pathetically, head deep in a pillow. your pussy is being stretched unbelievably wide by your husband. "feels s-shoo good—!"
his thrusts become deeper and meaner, drilling his cock deeper and deeper into the warmth of your cunt. "you're doing so well for me, doll." toji grunts, the hands on your hips tightening to chase your high. "i think i'm starting to like this whole 'ovulation' thing."
you practically pounced on him earlier this morning. it's day two of your ovulation cycle and you've only gotten more needier than yesterday.
after begrudgingly reading a woman's health article last night, toji learned that this timeframe was when you were the most fertile. and what did he interpret it as? that you're a fertility goddess who needs to be bred.
and that's what he's doing right now— fucking you deep from behind with your ass high in the air. you always knew he had a thing for breeding, but your ovulation has got him riled up.
"do you feel how deep i am, baby?" toji asks, thumb pressing against your lower belly. "i'm hitting all the right spots too. you're gonna be the prettiest momma soon."
"y-you're shoooo deep!" you cry, drool staining the once pristine pillow under you.
"fuck, you're tight." he hisses, hips smacking against your plush ass with every thrust. a hand delivers a sharp smack against your ass and your tight hole immediately clenches around his girth. "cute. your pussy's clenching around my dick like she doesn't want me to leave."
"s-stop talking and j-jus' fuck me, toji!" you whine. and he does.
toji doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon because of the brutal pace he's fucking you with. his thick cock grazing against your sensitive g-spot and nudging against your cervix every time he bottoms out. with the help of your sweet slick, he's going at a beat so quick you can barely keep up.
"t-toji!" you whine, hugging the pillow to ground you to the bed. god, you sound so beautiful right now— moaning his name out followed by the smaller, equally pretty noises. you truly are a goddess.
toji physically shudders at your voice, cock twitching deep within your pussy. "didn't know i married a succubus," he taunts, slowing down and grinding his hips against yours to rile you up. "taking me so well, aren't you?"
you nod, mouth biting the pillow to control your sinful noises. a hand travels to your perky clit to rub it in agonizing circles, causing you to quiver underneath him. toji flashes a shit-eating grin and continues his mean pace.
it's all so much— your sensitive nipples rub against the sheets and the hand on your clit continues to rub it in circles. because of your ovulation, you're even more sensitive than usual.
the insides of your thighs are sticky with slick from previous orgasms and from where this is going, your next one is coming soon.
"fuck, baby— i'm close." toji groans as if he can read your mind. "i'm gonna cum so deep inside you that you're gonna be leaking with my cum this entire damn week."
"p-please, toji!" you beg, hands moving from the pillow to claw at the sheets. "give m-me all of it! w-wan' your babies—!"
toji's final string snaps and he buries himself to the hilt inside your leaking, well-spent cunt. as if on cue, you both release at the same time. you feel his thick and stringy cum fill you to the brim for the nth time. it shoots up to your womb, where he knows it will stay and take root.
some of it begins to trickle down your thighs, a result of being stuffed a bit too full. it doesn't bother him too much because he's wrapping his arms around your midsection, large chest coming in contact with your smaller back.
as the two of you bask in the aftermath of a passionate lovemaking session, toji breaks the silence by pressing a kiss to your temple.
"i'm naming the baby 'megumi', okay?"
big ol freak = grace