ִ ࣪᧔ෆ᧓ - haii my name is brejia and im eighteen years old, im afro - indigenous, im bisexual. i love atla, tlok, jjk and tlou.
im not good at writing stories like that because my english is not that good but i can come up with a good ass story idea tho.
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im a huge kataang & katara fan on here and i post a lot of black girls on my blog cause i just love seeing us on here especially seeing x black reader story on this app and if you guys see any katara or aang fics, tag me. im done.
do you think katara has what it takes to brat tame or would she let her girl run wild? hmmm i wonder what korra would be like brat taming
oh baby katara INVENTED brat taming. when i actually think of brat taming, she comes to mind before toph for me
toph has this rebellious side all about freedom, but katara? my girl has always been about order and what’s right. sure, she believes in a nicer approach and oh she definitely is a soft dom and will spoil you rotten..
but when you keep acting out of line, she doesn’t lose her composure and that’s the scary part about it. she’ll either completely, fully deprive you of her touch, until you’re absolutely delirious with need and crying and begging on your knees for forgiveness and reprieve. or she’ll have you bare and tied up for her, delivering a steady spanking to your poor wet pussy that she teases with her own waterbending too. she’ll edge you to tears, make you swallow your words, and incredibly fast too.
toph’s rash and ruthless in her punishment, but katara’s slow and persistent. you will crack. she won’t let you get away with what she believes is wrong, my girl has always been about her principles.
what makes it worse is how sweet and nice she is on normal days. it feels so unbearable to see her disappointed in you that you rarely even do it, but oh katara, she’s the best brat tamer you’ll ever see (i promise to write her smut soon, i think about her constantly)
korra’s rough and straight to the point. When i think of her brat taming, i always think of that one scene when they were recruiting air benders w that one lazy dude and how she forced him down on that chair and kept barking orders oh.. oh 🤤 me next pls
I think she would be so attentive with her partner while talking them through it. Im not sure if this was a req or you were just asking my opinion so here's a little something:
Adult Katara x reader
WC: 500
Synopsis: just smut.
Content: double ended strap, soft sex.
Katara’s fingers trail down your spine, as your lips move against hers. You can feel her manicured nails biting into the skin until her palm settles at the small of your back. She breaks the kiss with a wet pop, her pupils were blown, irises swallowed by her desire as she guides you onto your stomach. You can feel the press of the double-ended strap that is already inside her nudging your inner thigh as she climbs over you.
Katara notices the tension coiling in your body as you arched your spine, pressing your ass fully into her, chasing the thick length of the strap.
Katara leans down, her lips brushing your ear as she spoke. “You want it, don’t you?”
You nod, your cheek pressed to the sheets, hips lifting instinctively. She smiles against your skin before placing a kiss to the back of your neck, lining herself up.
The first thrust is slow, careful, letting you feel every inch as she sinks into you. Her own breath hitches when the movement rocks the other end deeper inside her. She stays there for a moment, the both of you adjusting to the new sensation as your breaths sync.
Katara rocks her hips into you, needing to move. Her thrusts were measured, controlled, each one followed by a roll of her hips so the toy strokes you deep as she grinds her enlarged clit into your ass at the same time. One hand stayed planted beside your head while the other slides beneath you, her fingers immediately finding your clit and rubbing in slow circles that match her pace. You moan into the mattress, pushing back to meet her next thrust. The sound of your wet skins slapping filled the room along with your labored breaths.
“That’s it,” She encourages, voice soft but sure. “Take what you need. I’ve got you.”
She keeps the continuous pace, never rushing, letting the pleasure build between you until your next moan comes out broken. Every time she sinks in, the other end of the strap drags along her sensitive walls, drawing a quiet gasp from her throat that is swallowed by your skin that she's kissing and sucking. Her fingers never stop moving on your clit, coaxing you higher, guiding you toward the edge without ever forcing it.
When your thighs start to tremble she slows even more, pulling almost completely out before sliding back in, savoring the way your walls flutter around the shaft.
“So good for me,” She whispers, kissing your shoulder. “Let go whenever you’re ready babygirl.”
You come with a broken sound, hips jerking, cunt clenching hard around the toy. Katara keeps thrusting through it, gentle and steady, riding out your orgasm while the toy works inside her too. Her own release follows soon after with a soft moan against your back as her hips stutter and still.
Katara stays draped over you afterward, breathing slow, fingers stroking your hair. The strap is still buried inside the both of you, warm and slick. You let out a content sigh as she peppers your skin with kisses, never wanting this moment to end.
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she starts at your wrist. lifts your hand, presses her lips to the thin skin where your pulse beats, and holds there. you feel it—the steady thrum of your own blood and the warmth of her mouth.
"here," she murmurs, pulling back just enough to look at you. "that's your radial artery. it carries blood from your heart to your hand."
you blink. "you're teaching me anatomy?"
she smiles, then moves to your neck—her mouth soft on your throat, right over your carotid. you shiver. she holds, counts, feels the pulse beneath her lips. "and here," she says, her voice low. "your carotid. it's close to the surface. that's why you can feel it when you're nervous."
she moves down to your chest, above your heart. her lips part, tongue flicking out to taste your skin.
"this one's my favorite," she whispers. “it’s your apical, it’s like I can hear it even when my ear isn’t pressed up to it.” then she moves onto the next. your eyes almost roll back on instinct when her head dips to kiss your—“femoral,” she names it, before going lower.
when she reaches your inner ankle, she looks up at you. "dorsalis pedis," she says. "the pulse point on your foot. you probably didn't know that."
you shake your head, breathless.
she kisses it, soft. "now you do."
she crawls back up your body, covers you with her warmth. her hand finds your wrist again, presses two fingers to your pulse.
A/N: This is my first multi-character post, so I hope this is good :> Great thing about the Gaang is that there isn’t too many of them, so I didn’t have to question if I were including too many people
AANG:
• Loves when you hold his head against you. Perhaps you cup the back of his head during hugs, maybe you hold his head against your chest after he has a nightmare. He melts every single time, eyes closing, body relaxing, his arms tightening around you in return. It’s a softness that is more safe to him than anything else could be.
• Is protective. This is obvious to everyone around you, a given to anyone who knows his character. Whenever danger is near you, he always positions himself firmly in front of you. If you’re ever threatened, negotiations become his last priority, instead he attempts to get you out, unharmed. There is no universe where Aang willingly lets anything happen to you. There is no decision where you aren’t his top priority. Anything less wouldn’t be true to his love.
• Falls asleep so easily on you. Being the esteemed Avatar, there are always responsibilities and expectations lingering in the back of his mind and the minds of everyone around him. With you, however, he’s able to forget about that, if only for a moment, and that’s more relaxing than anything else. Hence, he falls asleep so naturally on you, within minutes, no matter where you are or what’s going on. He can’t help it at all.
• Still flusters easily at your love. Despite growing up so aware of the tragedy of the world around him, Aang somehow managed to be shy at the same time. Aside from his sheepishly endearing attempts at flirting, he also has no idea how to even react to flirting. Without fail, he blushes, gives a small smile and stammers over his words, a cute image of pure fluster even at his adult age. Though, of course, he’d never admit to it.
KATARA:
• Loves sneaking in kisses. Whether it be between training sessions with younger waterbenders or in the midst of an adventure, she adores the kisses she can give you when no one else is looking. Your cheek, nose, forehead, lips, anywhere she can reach. It doesn’t matter where she kisses you, what matters is your love and the affirmations that it’s strong despite everything.
• Is encouraging. Being someone who’s consistently boxed in by restrictive labels or deterministic expectations, the most important thing to her is freedom and the justice that brings it. No matter what you do, she would always encourage you, defend your choices and be so openly proud about what you achieve… though, this doesn’t exempt you from her worrying about your safety if you’re being too dangerous.
• Has to exchange ‘i love yous’ every day. Throughout her life, she’s lost so many people near her–her mother, her tribe, Jet even. No matter if she were close to them or not, the weight of death still weighs heavily on her. Hence, she always has to exchange ‘i love yous’ with you, just in case you may be torn from her next; just to be sure that her love isn’t silent, it exists in the air around you both until she professes it again.
• Always traces patterns over you. Regardless of if it’s merely a hug, actual cuddling or any other sort of intimate affection, her fingers are always running tenderly over the ridges of your muscles and the smooth surface of your skin. You can’t tell if it’s random patterns, or something deeper than that, but it always manages to feel warm against you.
SOKKA:
• Slowly melts at tender words. Even though he’s loud, playful and seemingly entirely unserious, that persona easily melts away from a few, tender words from you. Easing from simple compliments to long confessions of love said in the silence between you, the more gooey it is, the more visible he reacts–dilated eyes, a dopey smile, sighs of contentment.
• Always has his arm around you. He loves it; not just the proximity, but also the display of affection. He’s always needed to prove himself as a non-bender by showing off and you see firsthand how it bleeds into your relationship. He adores the feeling of having you so proudly beside him, being closer to you than anyone else, showing his love so loudly.
• Gets cuteness aggression. Sokka is a man borderline theatrical with how he conveys his emotions and, sometimes, you get the full brunt of it. He’s often overcome with pure affection for you, pouncing on you and squishing your face or gently pinching your cheek with an endless supply of compliments spewing from his lips. You can’t complain, you chose this.
• Is the king of silly petnames. Yes, he’s directed war, invented… questionable creations, been an esteemed member of the Gaang, but whenever he’s in a good mood, his goofy persona shines through. Sometimes it’s random, not-even-real words that just rhyme with your name, other times it’s just optimistic nouns; it’s as if his mouth has a mind of if its own and he calls you whatever fits.
SUKI:
• Savours the moments where it’s just you two. Of course, she adores living as a Kiyoshi Warrior–the sisterhood, the justice, the message–but time with just you will always be precious to her. Whether it’s something so casual as a walk along the coast, as energised as a training session or a moment as intimate as stargazing with you, they always cling to her heart and she will always recollect them fondly.
• Adores casual affection. The things that don’t need to be commented on, that come naturally, that don’t need to be showed off. She may be a strong, warrior, but she doesn’t need to make a point about how much she loves you, she just lets it exist, even when no one is looking. She gives you this sort of affection often, as if it were no big deal and especially if it flustered you, often walking away with a pleased smile already on her lips.
• Always lights up in your presence. Despite how she may put on the determined poise of a warrior’s face, she can’t help how it always falters at your presence. Her eyes always light up first, then her smile, followed quickly by her entire body straightening up. It happens without fail, an explosion of happiness that immediately shows anyone in her vicinity how you’re the light of her life.
• Relaxes the most when you take off her makeup. Being a Kiyoshi warrior means that she becomes something more than herself, she carries the morals and values of the Avatar Kiyoshi, spreads justice, trains her discipline. She would never take it for granted but, still, the moments where you take off her makeup and ease her into the comfort of being herself are some of the most relaxing moments of her days. She always closes her eyes, melts into all of your touch and sighs at the gentle movement of the warm cloth across her face, a smile only crossing her lips when you’re done.
TOPH:
• Is clingy. While to many, it’d seem as merely a need for direction because of her blindness–and, to an extent, it is–it’s more that she’s touch starved. Growing up being treated as fragile and weak, she never really received much openly loving affection prior to joining the Gaang. So, when she’s comfortable with you, she’s constantly clambering over you, desperate for your touch, love and affection.
• Loves play-fighting. Toph is almost infamous for needing to show her strength and while, usually, it presents in her battles where she gets bruised and battered, she quickly fell in love with the gentler alternative of play-fighting with you. She adores the proximity, the way she can easily overpower you, how she can cockily show off and hear your airy laugh beneath her. It’s a fight without any heavy anger or pain, it’s a way for her to show her strength, not just her physical prowess but the strength of her love too.
• Is jealous. With her disability, she’s often wrongfully underestimated and denied certain things under presumptions and prejudices. It’s made her defensive in a way that sinks into your relationship whenever she catches someone talking to you in a way that is beyond her comfort. She often stews on it, clenches her fists while silently approaching your side, letting her presence and your familiarity to it, speak for itself.
• Always stealing your clothes. Working as the Police Chief of Republic City means that she’s grown accustomed to the discomfort of heavy armour and itchy uniforms. So, it’s no surprise, that she’s constantly stealing your clothes, desperate to soak up your warmth, familiar scent and the immense comfort that comes with it. To her, nothing else compares. The ability to show off your relationship with it, is just an added bonus.
ZUKO:
• Is devoted. Having grown up learning that love is dependant on his ability to serve his Nation, having something true means more to him than anything else. He’d be loyal to a fault, always willing to favour you over others and always going to your defence, regardless of if it’s physically or emotionally comforting you. It’s clear to everyone, how you own his heart.
• Always protects your image. It may be someone talking bad about you during royal Fire Nation events that he sternly corrects. It could be him merely adjusting your collar when it slips off of your shoulder. Considering his title as the Fire Lord, you’re automatically famed by association but he will not let it tear you apart. He consistently ensures your safety, your wellbeing and lets your love and spirit roam freely under that protection.
• Is always in your presence. He may not always have the words–for comforting you, for explaining how he feels, for conveying the pain of his past–but he is always there, he always tries. Sometimes, he may not touch you; other times, he may hold your hand. No matter the situation, he makes sure you’re never alone and lets that reassurance speak for itself.
• Has the softest voice with you. In meetings, he has to be firm and directive; against adversaries, he’s angry and spiteful; but with you, he’s something else entirely. His whole voice softens, permeates a sort of affection through his tone that reaches into the deepest depths of your heart. He doesn’t even attempt to hide it in front of others, just lets them see how you soften him and how much your love means to him, even if it means he’s facing Sokka, Aang and Toph’s teasing for it.
sloppy makeout sessions with Clark would be a regular thing.
he'd arrive home after work and immediately rush over to you, lifting you up by your hips and onto the counter before slamming his lips onto yours. no words even being exchanged before he goes for your lips.
passion is evident in his gestures, hands exploring all around your body while his tongue tries to go deeper in— needy and hungry. it's as if he's never going to have enough of you, always having to roam further, hands reaching beneath your pencil skirt that's fresh from work. he continues to grope your body while he consumes you whole and you gladly accept.
you moan into the kiss as his tongue fucks your mouth, hands cupping his chin and pulling him in.
a scandalous heat makes itself known, growing in between your legs as you feel his palms dip beneath your skirt that's hiked up inappropriately. he only squeezes your thighs and kneads the flesh, not yet pressing against your aching clit.
but there's no need for talk when you two are practically begging for more from each other. even after many hot, steamy nights, you two still haven't filled up your quota. and it's disgusting.
♡ summary: after two terrible days, all you want is to use your boyfriend as a mattress. unfortunately for you, gojo satoru is very easily distracted.
♡ warnings: 18+ mdni • explicit sexual content • established relationship • oral (f!receiving) • multiple orgasms • piv sex • praise • possessive language • dirty talk • creampie • fluff
♡ author’s note: this was inspired by a post from @silentlunarkiss based on this fanart 😭 i screenshotted it immediately because i knew i wanted to write it, then somehow lost the original post before i could tag them. finally found them again!! ♡
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The apartment is quiet when you finally drag yourself through the door, your work bag feeling like it weighs a thousand pounds. Your feet are killing you, your brain is fried, and all you want is to collapse into bed and not move for approximately twelve hours.
You kick off your shoes and shuffle down the hallway, already pulling your hair out of the bun you'd done up that morning, now mostly falling out on its own. The bedroom door is cracked open, and when you push it wider, you find exactly what you were hoping for.
Satoru is sprawled across the bed like a starfish, still wearing his teaching clothes—black pants and a rumpled button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His blindfold is tossed carelessly on the nightstand, and his white hair is an absolute disaster, sticking up in every direction like he's been running his hands through it all day. His eyes are closed, one arm thrown over his face.
He looks as exhausted as you feel.
"Rough day?" you ask, and he groans without moving.
"The first years tried to fight a curse three grades above their level because Yuji said it 'looked easy,'" he mumbles into his arm. "I had to bail them out. Again. Then Megumi and Nobara got into an argument about mission protocol that somehow turned into a full-blown screaming match about who ate whose leftovers from the fridge. I had to separate them like they were toddlers."
Despite your exhaustion, you snort. "Sounds about right."
"And then," he continues, finally moving his arm to peek at you with one brilliant blue eye, "Yaga cornered me about paperwork I was supposed to file last week. Do you know how much I hate paperwork?"
"I'm aware." You're already moving toward the bed, unbuttoning your work pants. "You complain about it literally every time."
"Because it's the worst. I'm the strongest sorcerer alive. I shouldn't have to file incident reports."
"Mm-hmm, very tragic." You shimmy out of your pants and leave them in a heap on the floor—a problem for future you. Your blouse follows, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. "My day was also shit, for the record."
"Yeah?" He's watching you now with lazy interest, too tired to even sit up but still tracking your movements.
"My boss is an idiot, the coffee machine broke, I had to sit through a two-hour meeting that could've been an email, and Janet from accounting passive-aggressively cc'd the entire department on an email about someone stealing her lunch. Which, for the record, I didn't do, but she definitely thinks I did based on the way she was glaring at me."
"Want me to hollow purple Janet from accounting?" he offers, completely serious.
"Tempting, but no." You crawl onto the bed and without ceremony, flop directly on top of him, your full weight pressing him into the mattress. You bury your face in his chest with a long, dramatic groan. "I'm dead. This is me, dead."
"Hi, dead. I'm also dead." His arms come around you automatically, wrapping you up even though you're both too tired to really move. "We're both corpses now. This is our life."
"Our death," you correct, muffled against his shirt.
"Our death," he agrees solemnly.
For a moment, you just lie there, breathing in sync. He smells like his cologne mixed with the faint scent of the training grounds—sweat and grass and something distinctly him. It's comforting in a way you can't quite articulate. This exhausted, collapsed-together moment feels like home.
His hand starts moving on your back, slow and gentle, rubbing up and down your spine. It feels incredible, and you make an embarrassing sound of contentment that you'll deny later.
"You're tense as hell," he murmurs, fingers working at a knot between your shoulder blades.
"You try dealing with Janet's accusatory emails and see how relaxed you are," you mumble, but you're already melting into his touch.
"I'd just block her."
"You can't block coworkers, Satoru."
"You can if you're powerful enough." His hand slides lower, still rubbing your back, and you feel some of the day's tension starting to ease. "This okay?"
"It's perfect. You're my favorite human pillow."
"Just human pillow? Not devastatingly handsome boyfriend who you're lucky to have?"
"That's implied," you say, but you're smiling against his chest.
His other hand joins the first, both of them working at your tired muscles, and you honest-to-god almost start purring. This is exactly what you needed. Just this—him, the quiet apartment, his hands on you, the weight of the day slowly lifting.
But then his hands start to wander.
It's subtle at first. His fingers drift from your back to your sides, tracing the curve of your waist. Then lower, skimming over your hips. And then—
He grabs your ass. Both hands, full handfuls, squeezing appreciatively.
"Really?" you ask, lifting your head to look at him. "We're both dead, remember? Corpses don't grope."
"I'm a very motivated corpse." He squeezes again, shameless, and there's a grin tugging at his lips now. "Can't help it. You're lying on top of me in your underwear. What did you expect?"
"Self-control? Restraint? Basic human decency?"
"Baby, you know me better than that." His hands are still kneading your ass, and despite your sass, you can feel heat starting to pool low in your belly. "Besides, you love it."
"I love that you can't even wait until we've recovered from our respective terrible days before getting handsy?"
"Exactly." He's fully grinning now, that cocky, insufferable grin that makes you want to kiss him and smack him at the same time. "Your ass is the best stress relief. It's science."
"That's not science, you idiot."
"It's my science."
You snort, but you're not moving away. His hands are warm and familiar, and honestly, after the day you've had, this isn't the worst thing in the world. You let your head drop back to his chest, eyes drifting closed.
"Comfortable?" he asks, voice softer now.
"Mmm," you hum in agreement. "Don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it."
For a while, it's just quiet. His hands keep moving—sometimes squeezing, sometimes just resting there, thumbs drawing lazy circles. You can hear his heartbeat under your ear, steady and strong. The tension in your shoulders is almost completely gone now, replaced by a different kind of warmth, something slower and heavier.
You're half-asleep when you feel it—the unmistakable hardness pressing against your hip.
"Satoru," you mumble, not even opening your eyes.
"Hmm?"
"Are you seriously getting hard right now?"
There's a pause. Then he says, "...Maybe."
You lift your head to look at him, one eyebrow raised. He has the decency to look slightly sheepish, but there's heat in his eyes now, that familiar hunger that never really goes away when it comes to you.
"We were having a nice moment."
"We still are."
"You've got a boner."
"I do…That doesn't cancel the nice moment."
You stare at him for another second before letting out a laugh.
"Seriously?"
"What?"
"I come home exhausted, use you as a human mattress for ten minutes, and somehow I'm the problem?"
"You are absolutely the problem."
"I literally haven't done anything."
"You climbed on top of me, got all comfy, made that little happy humming noise, and then fell asleep on my chest."
"I hummed?"
"You hummed."
"I don't hum."
"You do when you're really comfortable."
You narrow your eyes. "I've never noticed that."
"I have."
You glare at him.
"…Baby." He exhales dramatically, like he's carrying the weight of the world. "You're makin' me so hard."
You snort. "You're unbelievable."
"I'm trying to be respectful."
"Are you?"
Silence.
"…No." He grins without an ounce of shame. "Not really."
Despite yourself, you laugh again, dropping your forehead back against his shoulder.
"You're ridiculous."
"I know."
His arms tighten around you just a little. "But you look so comfortable."
His voice is quieter now. "So happy."
You burrow your face further into his shoulder.
"…I like when you're like this."
You feel yourself smile before you can stop it. "You're such a sap."
"Only for you."
There's a comfortable silence. Then his hands drift just a little bit lower again.
"…Okay," you mumble. "Now you're definitely not being respectful."
"No." He gives your ass another shameless squeeze. "I'm definitely not."
Before you can respond, he's sitting up, keeping you in his lap, and capturing your mouth in a kiss that's hungry and demanding. You can taste his desperation, feel it in the way his hands grip you like he's afraid you're going to disappear.
When he pulls back, his lips are already swollen, his eyes are dark with want. "I need to taste you," he says, and it's not a request. "Get up here."
"Up where—"
But he's already moving, sliding down the bed and pulling you with him. "On my face. Come on."
"Satoru—"
"Please." And there it is, that needy edge that makes your stomach flip. "I've been thinking about this all day. About you sitting on my face, riding my tongue until you come. Please, baby. I need it."
How are you supposed to say no to that?
"You're ridiculous," you say, but you're already moving, letting him position you. He's lying flat on his back now, looking up at you with such raw want that it makes you shiver.
"Not ridiculous. Desperate." His hands come up to grip your thighs, pulling you forward. "Now stop stalling and sit on my face."
"Bossy," you mutter, but you're lowering yourself down, and then—
"Oh fuck," you gasp as his tongue makes contact, sliding through your folds in one long, deliberate stroke.
He groans under you, the vibration going straight to your core, and his hands tighten on your thighs. "That's it," he mumbles against you. "Right there. Don't move."
But you're already moving, you can't help it, grinding down against his mouth as he licks and sucks and devours you like a man starving. His grip on your thighs is almost bruising, holding you exactly where he wants you, and when you try to lift up, worried about suffocating him, about being too much—he just pulls you back down harder.
"Satoru—"
"Stay," he demands, voice muffled. He pulls his face back to look up at you. "Fuck my face. Come on, baby, I can take it. Give it to me." Then he lowers his mouth to you again.
It's obscene, the wet sounds of his mouth on you, the way he's completely lost in it. His tongue circles your clit, then dips inside you, then back to your clit, and you're already shaking, already so close.
"That's it," he encourages, and you can hear the smugness in his voice even now. "You're dripping, baby. such a mess on my face."
"Shut—up," you gasp, but there's no heat in it because he's right—you can feel how wet you are, can feel it on his chin, his lips, and it should be embarrassing but it's just hot.
"Make me," he challenges, and then he's sucking your clit into his mouth, hard, and you cry out.
Your hands fly to the headboard, gripping the edge to steady yourself as the pleasure intensifies. You start to really move now, riding his face with purpose, and he moans underneath you like this is exactly what he wanted all along.
"Fuck, yes," he groans against you, the vibration making you gasp. "Just like that. Use me, baby. Take what you need."
His hands guide your hips, encouraging the rhythm, and his tongue is relentless—circling, flicking, pressing flat against you in a way that makes your thighs shake. You can feel yourself getting closer, that coil of heat tightening in your belly.
"Satoru, I'm—fuck—"
"Do it," he demands, voice rough. "Come on my face.”
His tongue flicks rapidly over your clit, and that's all it takes. Your orgasm crashes through you in waves, pleasure rolling through your entire body. You're grinding down against his mouth, riding it out, and he's groaning underneath you like this is the best thing that's ever happened to him.
When you finally come down, shaking and oversensitive, you try to move off him, but his hands tighten on your thighs.
"Not yet," he mumbles, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, your hip bones, anywhere he can reach. "Just—give me a second. You taste so fucking good."
"You're gonna kill me," you pant, but you're smiling.
But he's already diving back in, and you gasp as his tongue finds your clit again. Your whole body jolts at the sensitivity, but he doesn't let up—he's relentless, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you steady as he works you over. The pleasure is almost too much, bordering on overwhelming, and you're already moaning his name.
"Satoru—fuck—it's too much—"
"I know, baby," he groans against you, the vibration sending another wave through you. "But you can take it."
He's eating you out like he's starving, like he can't get enough, and your whole body is shaking. Your hands grip the headboard tighter, your hips moving against his mouth almost involuntarily. The pleasure is building again, impossibly fast, and you're gasping and moaning as he works you toward another orgasm.
"Oh god—Satoru—I'm gonna—"
"That's it," he encourages, his tongue flicking faster.
Your second orgasm hits you like a wave, even more intense than the first, and you're crying out as pleasure crashes through you. Your thighs are shaking so hard you can barely hold yourself up, and he's groaning underneath you, clearly getting off on how much he's affecting you.
When you finally collapse, completely spent and oversensitive, he finally releases you, and you fall onto the bed next to him, breathing hard and trembling.
"And I'm dramatic?" He's grinning like he just won the lottery, his face wet, his hair a complete disaster. "That was—fuck. I love you, baby."
"You're insane," you say, but you're pulling him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.
"About you? Absolutely." His hands are already roaming again, cupping your face, then sliding down your sides. "But I'm not done with you yet."
"Oh really?"
"Really." He's kissing you again, slower this time, deeper. When he pulls back, there's something vulnerable in his expression beneath all the confidence. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Then show me," you challenge, and his eyes darken.
"Oh, baby."
He's fumbling with his pants, shoving them down along with his boxers, and his cock springs free—flushed and hard and already leaking. You reach for him, wrapping your hand around his length, and he hisses.
"Fuck, baby—"
"What?" You stroke him slowly, base to tip, and he's already trembling.
"Your hands—shit—they're so much smaller than mine. Look so good wrapped around my cock."
"Yeah?" you tease, giving him another slow stroke.
"Yeah." His voice is strained.
He gently removes your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm, and then he's pulling you against him. His arms wrap around you, one hand sliding up your back, the other gripping your hip possessively. You can feel him, hard and hot against your thigh, and he's just... holding you there.
"Satoru—"
"Give me a second," he murmurs, his voice already rough. His breathing is uneven against your neck, and you can feel the tension in his body—the way he's trying to maintain control. "Just—fuck—you feel so good.”
His hips shift slightly, and you feel the length of him drag against you—not entering, just the pressure of him sliding through your wetness. The friction makes you gasp, and he groans.
"There it is," he breathes. "That sound. The little gasp you make when I—" He does it again, a slow roll of his hips, grinding against you. "When I touch you just right."
"Satoru, please—"
"Please what?" His hand slides down to grip your ass, pulling you tighter against him. "Tell me what you want, baby."
"You know what I want."
"I do." Another slow grind, and you can feel how wet you are, how easily he slides against you. "But I wanna hear you say it. Love the way your voice gets all breathy when you're desperate for me."
"You're killing me—"
"Good." He's kissing your neck now, teeth grazing your pulse point. "You've been killing me all day. All week. Every time you look at me with those eyes, every time you smile at me like I'm the only person in the world—fuck, baby, you have no idea."
His voice is shaking now, and you realize he's not teasing anymore—he's barely holding on. The head of his cock catches at your entrance, and you both freeze.
"I can't—" His forehead drops to your shoulder. "I can't think straight around you. Can't control myself. You just—you exist, and I'm gone."
"Then stop trying to control it," you whisper, and you feel him shudder.
"Fuck." He shifts, lining himself up properly, and then he's pushing in—slowly, so slowly. The stretch is intense, pleasure edged with the sweetest hint of pressure as he fills you inch by inch. "Fuck, baby. You feel so good. So tight. So perfect."
"Satoru—"
"I know. I've got you." He's only halfway in, taking his time, letting you adjust. His forehead is still pressed to your shoulder, and you can feel how much restraint this is taking him—the way his muscles are tense, the way his breath comes in short gasps. "You're taking me so well. You always take me so well."
Finally, finally, he's fully seated inside you, and you both just breathe for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of being completely connected.
"Okay?" he asks, lifting his head to look at you.
"Yes baby," you manage. "You can move.”
"Thank fuck." He pulls out slowly, almost all the way, and then thrusts back in. The drag of his cock against your walls makes you gasp, and he groans. "That sound. Fuck, I love that sound."
He sets a steady rhythm, deep and deliberate, each thrust making you feel impossibly full. His hands are everywhere—cupping your face, tangling in your hair, gripping your hips—like he can't decide where he wants to touch you most.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, watching your face. "All flushed and breathless. The way your eyes get all hazy when I'm inside you—fuck, it drives me crazy."
"Satoru—"
"I love you so much." His voice is rough with emotion now, not just desire. "Love everything about you. The way you feel, the way you look at me, the way you let me have you like this—"
"I love you too," you gasp, and his hips stutter.
His eyes squeeze shut for a moment, and when he opens them again, there's something raw there.
"Say it again."
"I love you."
"Fuck." His pace falters, becomes less controlled. "You can't—you can't just say it like that when I'm inside you. You're gonna—shit—"
"You feel so good," you tell him, cupping his face. "So perfect. You always make me feel so good."
His breath catches, and suddenly he's kissing you desperately, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, less measured.
"You're everything," he gasps against your mouth. "Everything to me. The way you trust me, the way you look at me like I'm—fuck, baby, I can't—"
"You are," you insist, and his composure cracks completely.
"Fuck—" He's moving faster now, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. "Love how you fit around me. Like you were made for me. Like we were made for each other."
"We were," you gasp, and his eyes flash with something fierce and possessive.
"Damn right we were." He shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly every thrust is devastating. "There it is. That's the spot, isn't it?"
"Yes—fuck—right there—"
"I know, baby. I know." His voice is breaking now, emotion and desire tangled together. "Gonna make you come again. Wanna watch your face when you—fuck—when you come because of me."
The pleasure is building so quickly you can barely breathe. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, his back, trying to anchor yourself as he drives into you again and again.
"That's it," he encourages, watching your face like he's memorizing it. "I can feel you getting tighter. You're close, aren't you? So fucking close."
"Don't stop—"
"Never." One of his hands slides between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel it. Let me see you."
The combination of his cock hitting that perfect spot and his thumb on your clit is too much. Your orgasm hits you hard, pleasure crashing through you in waves that make your whole body tense and shake. You're clenching around him, and he groans at the sensation.
"Fuck, yes," he breathes, still moving, fucking you through it. "That's it. That's my girl. You're so good. So beautiful. Fuck, I love you so much."
When you finally start to come down, gasping and trembling, you expect him to follow you over the edge. But instead, he slows his movements, pressing soft kisses to your face.
"Satoru—"
"Not done with you yet," he murmurs against your lips.
Before you can respond, he's pulling out and lifting your legs, draping them over his shoulders. The new position opens you up completely, and when he pushes back in, he's somehow even deeper than before.
"Oh fuck—" you gasp, and he groans.
"There we go." He starts moving again, and this angle is devastating. Every thrust feels impossibly deep, hitting places that make your toes curl. "How's that, baby? That good?"
"Yes—fuck—Satoru—"
"I love you so much," he says, his voice rough. "You know that? I'm never letting you go. You're mine. Always gonna be mine."
"Yours," you agree breathlessly, and something in his expression goes even more intense.
"That's right." His thrusts are harder now, more purposeful. "Gonna take care of you. Gonna make you feel so good. Gonna love you for the rest of my life."
His hand moves to your stomach, pressing down, and suddenly his eyes go wide. He can feel himself inside you, the bulge of his cock with each thrust, and something feral takes over his expression.
"Holy shit," he breathes, completely mesmerized. His hand traces the outline, feeling himself move in and out of you, and he starts fucking you even harder, unable to look away. "Look at that. Look at you taking me so deep."
You're already building toward another orgasm, the intensity of this angle and his words and the way he's looking at you like you're the most incredible thing he's ever seen—it's all too much.
He's transfixed, watching his cock disappear inside you again and again, feeling the movement under his palm. His breathing is ragged, his movements becoming more frantic.
"Can you feel that, baby?" he asks breathlessly, his voice completely wrecked. "Fuck—I'm so fucking deep—you feel that?"
You look up at him with half-shut glazed eyes, your mouth parted open, completely fucked out. "Yes—fuck—yes, Satoru, I feel it—"
He groans at the sight of you—at how thoroughly wrecked you look, at the way you're falling apart beneath him. "You're so hot. So fucking hot. The way you look right now—fuck—I'm obsessed with you."
He's fucking you harder now, more urgently, his hand still on your stomach feeling himself move inside you with each thrust. The visual seems to drive him wild, and his movements become almost desperate.
"Come for me again," he demands, his other hand finding your oversensitive clit. "I know you can. I know you've got one more in you. Come on, baby. Give it to me."
"Satoru—I can't—it's too much—"
"You can." His thumb presses harder, circling your clit. "You can, baby. I need you to.”
The pleasure is building impossibly fast, almost painful in its intensity. You're so sensitive from your first two orgasms that every thrust, every touch feels magnified.
"That's it," he encourages, watching your face. "I can see it. You're right there. Just let go, baby.”
His voice is breaking, his control completely shattered, and then something raw escapes from him.
"I want you—" His hips snap forward harder. "Fuck—want all of you.”
His composure finally snaps.
"They've been on my ass my whole life about the bloodline. About heirs. About duty." Another hard thrust, his voice is cracking. "And I never—fuck—never wanted it."
He's breathing hard, almost gasping between words.
"Not until you."
His forehead drops closer to yours, his movements becoming more frantic.
"Only you. Want to marry you—want to wake up to you every day—want to call you my wife and—ah—know you're mine—"
Your orgasm crashes through you even harder, triggered by his words, by the desperation in his voice, by the sight of him completely undone above you. You're clenching around him so tight he gasps, your whole body shaking with the intensity.
"Fuck, yes—" He's just… staring at you, still moving, still feeling himself inside you. "So beautiful—The way your face—the way you sound—fuck—"
The sight of you completely wrecked under him, the feeling of you clenching around him, the way you gasp his name—it pushes him over the edge.
"Ah—fuck—fuck—fuuckk—" He buries himself as deep as he can go and comes hard, spilling into you in hot pulses. His whole body shudders with the intensity of it, and you can feel him throbbing inside you, can feel the warmth spreading.
He collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you but clearly boneless. For a while, you just breathe together, sweaty and satisfied.
"Holy shit," you mumble.
"Yeah." He's pressing kisses all over your face—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips. He can’t seem to stop touching you, his hands running over your skin like he needs the contact. "You're amazing. Incredible. Best girlfriend in the entire world."
"Best girlfriend, or best pussy?" you tease, and he pulls back to look at you with mock offense.
"Both. Definitely both." He's grinning now, that soft, genuine smile that he only gives you. "But mostly you. I love you. Like, so much. An embarrassing amount."
"I love you too, you needy disaster."
"Your needy disaster," he corrects, and he's still touching you, hands running over your skin like he can't bear to stop. "Mine now. No takebacks."
"Wouldn't dream of it," you say softly, and you mean it.
He pulls you closer, tucking you against his chest, and you can hear his heartbeat starting to slow. The exhaustion from earlier is creeping back in, but it's different now—satisfied, content, the good kind of tired.
"We should probably shower," you murmur, but you're already half-asleep.
"Later," he mumbles into your hair. "Right now I just wanna hold you."
"Clingy."
"Yep." He doesn't even sound ashamed. "You're stuck with me. Forever. Hope you're ready for that."
"I think I can manage," you say, smiling against his chest.
And as you drift off in his arms, you think that yeah… you can definitely manage. This ridiculous, needy, perfect man is yours, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
asking true form!sukuna if you can finger his butt …
crack / suggestive, chubby!reader (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
“kuna… can i ask you something?" you say, a somewhat mischievous grin on your face as you rest your head on sukuna’s chest — sprawled across the bed together.
sukuna narrows his primary set of eyes, "will this question irritate me, woman?" he grumbles, acting like he’s not irritated by everything.
"…maybe" you respond.
"then do not ask."
a few seconds of silence pass, sukuna closes his eyes again, grumpy as always.
"…can i finger your butt?" you ask, looking up at him, chubby cheek squished against his chest.
you’ve never seen the man snap his eyes open so fast.
"how dare you ask such grotesque things of me," he hisses, crossing his upper pair of meaty arms across his chest — a slight pout appearing on his face.
his reaction almost makes you burst out laughing. "but i’m sure it’d feel nice! won’t you let me do it? just once."
he refuses to look at you.
honestly? you were just messing with him. you knew no matter how much you begged, sukuna would never allow you to touch him like that. unfortunately.
"i should have your head for this, woman. tch…" he complains, yet makes no effort to move you from his chest, or to harm you like he frequently threatens to.
"but you won’t, because you secretly want me to finger your butt."
"enough games, brat. i do not wish for your grubby human fingers to enter my behind."
you feel him shift beneath you, ever so slightly, tilting your head as you continue to look up at him.
"kuna… are you clenching your cheeks right now because you’re scared of me putting my finger up there?" you say, swallowing down a giggle.
"…quiet. i do not fear you. i could kill you faster than you can blink."
you press a kiss to his chest, slotting your leg between his, deciding to drop the subject before he really does kill you.
"fine. i’ll stay away from your butt," you say with a dramatic sigh, nestling back against his warm chest.
just as you relax again, you feel a sudden nip on your stomach, skin pinched between a set of sharp teeth, making you yelp.
"kuna! did you just bite me with your other mouth?" you say, frowning, feeling his large, wet tongue soothe the pain.
I think she would be so attentive with her partner while talking them through it. Im not sure if this was a req or you were just asking my opinion so here's a little something:
Adult Katara x reader
WC: 500
Synopsis: just smut.
Content: double ended strap, soft sex.
Katara’s fingers trail down your spine, as your lips move against hers. You can feel her manicured nails biting into the skin until her palm settles at the small of your back. She breaks the kiss with a wet pop, her pupils were blown, irises swallowed by her desire as she guides you onto your stomach. You can feel the press of the double-ended strap that is already inside her nudging your inner thigh as she climbs over you.
Katara notices the tension coiling in your body as you arched your spine, pressing your ass fully into her, chasing the thick length of the strap.
Katara leans down, her lips brushing your ear as she spoke. “You want it, don’t you?”
You nod, your cheek pressed to the sheets, hips lifting instinctively. She smiles against your skin before placing a kiss to the back of your neck, lining herself up.
The first thrust is slow, careful, letting you feel every inch as she sinks into you. Her own breath hitches when the movement rocks the other end deeper inside her. She stays there for a moment, the both of you adjusting to the new sensation as your breaths sync.
Katara rocks her hips into you, needing to move. Her thrusts were measured, controlled, each one followed by a roll of her hips so the toy strokes you deep as she grinds her enlarged clit into your ass at the same time. One hand stayed planted beside your head while the other slides beneath you, her fingers immediately finding your clit and rubbing in slow circles that match her pace. You moan into the mattress, pushing back to meet her next thrust. The sound of your wet skins slapping filled the room along with your labored breaths.
“That’s it,” She encourages, voice soft but sure. “Take what you need. I’ve got you.”
She keeps the continuous pace, never rushing, letting the pleasure build between you until your next moan comes out broken. Every time she sinks in, the other end of the strap drags along her sensitive walls, drawing a quiet gasp from her throat that is swallowed by your skin that she's kissing and sucking. Her fingers never stop moving on your clit, coaxing you higher, guiding you toward the edge without ever forcing it.
When your thighs start to tremble she slows even more, pulling almost completely out before sliding back in, savoring the way your walls flutter around the shaft.
“So good for me,” She whispers, kissing your shoulder. “Let go whenever you’re ready babygirl.”
You come with a broken sound, hips jerking, cunt clenching hard around the toy. Katara keeps thrusting through it, gentle and steady, riding out your orgasm while the toy works inside her too. Her own release follows soon after with a soft moan against your back as her hips stutter and still.
Katara stays draped over you afterward, breathing slow, fingers stroking your hair. The strap is still buried inside the both of you, warm and slick. You let out a content sigh as she peppers your skin with kisses, never wanting this moment to end.
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Hi love! Can you do a headcanon set with Toji, Sukuna, Gojo, Geto, Higuruma, and Nanami with the same concept you used when you did the Naruto men vs too much???
Sorry this took so long! I love the lineup you chose. Enjoy <33
JJK Men vs "Too much."
JJK men x Blackfem!reader
Jujutsu Kaisen men's reaction to you all soft and overwhelmed, stating it's “too much.” Each man reacts in his own way: some fold, some mock, some push you deeper. This post includes Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Hiromi Higuruma, and Kento Nanami.
𐙚18+ 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑫𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𐙚
Toji Fushiguro
Your fingers dig into the thick, scarred muscle of his shoulders, breath hitching as you whimper, “Toji—please, shiit—it’s too much.” He doesn't even flinch; he just hitches your hips higher, burying himself to the hilt with a slow, agonizingly deep stretch that steals your air. He watches your eyes roll back with a predatory, half-lidded gaze. “Too much? I haven't even started leaning into you yet.” His voice is a gravelly huff against your neck, devoid of mercy. He ignores your weak shoves, pinning your wrists to the mattress with one massive hand as he begins to rutt with a heavy, unrefined rhythm. “You wanted a man, didn't you? Now stay still and take the weight. You were built to be filled by a beast like me.” He doesn't stop until your mind is literal static, his thick cock hitting your depths until you’re sobbing his name and shaking uncontrollably.
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Ryomen Sukuna
Your body twists, trying to escape the rhythmic violence of his thrusts, your voice breaking as you sob that he’s "too much." Sukuna only sneers, his four eyes burning with a dark, divine malice as he looks down at your wrecked form. “Too much? I’m perfecting you, human.” He doesn't pull back; he uses his cursed energy to make the internal friction feel limitless, a soul-searing heat that has you screaming into the pillows. He catches your chin, forcing you to look at him as he bottoms out with a bone-grinding lunge that makes the sticky strings of your slick coat his thighs. “Your body was built to swallow me. Don't lie to your King while your pussy is begging for another inch.” He mocks your pathetic pleas, his dirty talk turning into an authoritative stream of ruin until you’re a cock drunk puddle, completely erased by his presence.
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Kento Nanami
You push weakly at his chest, whining that he’s bottoming out and that you’re far too overstimulated to breathe. Nanami actually pauses, his jaw tightening as he looks down at your puffy, tear-stained face. He folds for a heartbeat, his thumb brushing a stray tear from your cheek while his breath hitches in a rare moment of vulnerability. “I apologize. I didn't realize I was being so... thorough,” he murmurs, his voice a low, vibrating velvet. He eases back, letting you catch your breath while his hands linger softly on your hips—but then he looks your lips, your pretty face. The brief flicker of restraint in his eyes snaps, replaced instantly by a dark, clinical hunger. He drags your legs wide, pinning them firmly to the sheets, and slams back in with a sudden, brutal depth that leaves you gasping. He thrusts harder, pushing you up the bed, your skin slick with sweat, body jolting under his grip as his voice drops into a low, sweet-talking rasp that vibrates against your skin. “You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart. Just take it a little longer. You’re taking all of it like such a good girl. That’s it... just for me.”
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Satoru Gojo
You try to crawl away, gasping that he’s too big, that the Infinity is making you feel every single atom and it's too much. Gojo just laughs, that beautiful, arrogant sound ringing in your ears as he yanks you back by the waist, slamming into you so hard your breath leaves you in a strangled cry. “Aww, is the Strongest a bit too much for you, baby?” He mocks, his blindfold discarded so his Six Eyes can track every convulsion of your walls. “You’re so sensitive, it’s almost cheating.” He doesn't give you a second to breathe, his pace turning into a high-speed drill that targets your g-spot with terrifying accuracy. “Don't close your eyes. I want to see exactly when you break for me.” When you finally squirt, a hot mess against his thighs, he just smirks. “See? I told you that you could take more. You’re such a shameless little thing.”
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Suguru Geto
You’re gasping, hands trembling as you try to push him off, whispering that you’re he's too much. Suguru softens for a beat, his long fingers fisted in your hair as he kisses your forehead with a deceptive grace. “I know, my soul. It’s a lot to carry.” He slows his pace, his cock dragging long and heavy through your heat, letting you think he’s giving you the mercy you begged for—until he tilts his hips, finding that one spot that makes your vision spark. He pushes in slow, agonizing, until you’re stuffed full and shaking. “But you were made for this devotion,” he murmurs, his voice a low, vibrating rasp. “Don't push me away. Just take it for a little while longer.” He fucks you with a rhythmic, spiritual power until you’re sobbing into his neck, surrendered completely.
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Hiromi Higuruma
You sob into the pillow, whispering that it’s too heavy, that you can’t even breathe under the weight of his body. Higuruma pauses, his frame trembling with the effort of holding back. He barely eases the pressure for a single second, his eyes closing as if he’s trying to find his own composure, but the obsession is too thick. He leans back in, pinning you even firmer to the mattress. “Then let me be the only thing you feel,” he whispers, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. He doesn't use mean words; he uses the absolute, punishing weight of his sincerity. He pushes deeper, his hips moving in deliberate, slow circles that target your sweet spot with a lethal, rhythmic accuracy. “Look at you... shaking just because I’m filling you up,” he rasps, his dirty talk turning into a stream of clinical, sincere filth. “You’re so goddamn wet. Feels amazing when I’m bottoming out in you. I want to feel every muscle in this pussy clench around me while I'm in you.” He fucks you until you’re a panting, overstimulated puddle, his movements heavy and searching, refusing to pull back until you’ve swallowed every last, thick inch of him.
korra and her girlfriend who both love kissing. anytime you two have to be apart, you and korra spend like 20 minutes kissing each other and saying your goodbyes like this is your last time seeing other, and greetings are when worse. you and korra see each other and immediately hug and lock lips. making noises, grabbing each other's hair, and clothes in the heat of the moment no matter who's watching you two. making most people near either of you uncomfortable wondering when you'll stop meanwhile you and korra have your tongues down each others' throats. however, korra's learned that it's not always sexual in a sense and more like you just can't keep your lips apart.
in one another's lap in korra's kissing passionately. enjoying the sensation of her warm tongue rubbing against your own. moaning into the kiss while you birth held each others fave tightly like you both were scared one might pull away. korra's hands sometimes wandering down to your ass grabbing at whatever she could in the moment. not even caring when she looked in the mirror and saw your lip liner and gloss all around the perimeter of her mouth. still busy giving you the goofiest smile she could conjure before you're lips met again.
the second your body twitches, even slightly, or you change position, toji’s eyes immediately prick open — constantly on guard.
but tonight? tonight he was awoken by something far different.
first, a gentle shuffle, your head resting against his broad chest, one of your legs slotting between his. toji stirs, instinctively draping an arm around you.
just as he begins to drift back off into a light sleep, skin to skin with his girl, you unconsciously lock your leg around him tighter; bare core pressing against the side of his thigh.
instantly, he’s awake again feeling the heat and wetness of your cunt against his skin.
toji assumed it’d end there. but no. slowly, you begin to roll your hips against his thigh, needy for him even in a deep sleep.
he doesn’t stop you, just lets out a low, quiet chuckle. "needy girl."
his hand finds your hair, gently soothing you as you unknowingly pleasure yourself, clit rubbing against his skin with every gentle thrust of your hips.
you sigh softly, warm and safe, pussy drooling from the contact. "makin’ a mess all over me, grinding that lil’ pussy all over me like y’just can’t help it," toji purrs, quiet enough not to wake you.
toji shifts his thigh more firmly between your legs, putting more delicious pressure on your clit, drawing a needy whimper from you. "keep goin, baby, that’s it," he soothes with that deep, gravelly voice, dick beginning to twitch beneath his boxers.
gradually, you pick up the pace, still in a deep sleep. you begin to moan, soft and breathy — slick sticky and warm against toji’s thigh.
you whine as your body grows tired, rutting against your boyfriend with unhurried rolls of your hips — "mnn," you complain, lazy and oblivious.
watching you struggle, toji grips your hip with one large hand, helping you move. "i’ve got you, princess. gonna help you."
your little sighs and moans turn into soft, broken pants. toji’s lips brush your temple, still occasionally muttering sweet praise.
"cmon, baby. almost there," he encourages, addicted to watching the way your hips move against him.
a smirk grows on toji’s face as he feels your body tense — so small against his. a desperate cry slips past your lips, along with a quiet mumble of his name.
"mm, toji—" you mewl, chasing the pleasure, still anchored in by toji’s large hand on your hip.
you stir awake just before you cum, eye fluttering open, too tired to register what was going on. "that’s a good girl," he rasps, "fuckin’ adorable."
you take in the feeling of your creamy mess against toji’s thigh — a faint sheen of sweat on your forehead.
your clit throbs as you come down, mind finally catching up with your body. toji kisses your temple, "look who’s awake." you bury your face against his chest, trying to hide your embarrassment. "toji.. did i-"
"hump my thigh in your sleep, yeah baby. y’did," he grins, rubbing your back reassuringly. "s’okay, it was cute."
you feared this would become a habit.
a/n; sorry this is so short i was having toji withdrawals and wanted to write something before bed (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
━ nsfw :: cw - mmf
⤷ both of your boyfriends eat you out at the same time ‹𝟹
You were spread out on the bed like a feast, legs shoved wide open as your two boyfriends buried their faces between your thighs. They were absolutely feral for your pussy. One boyfriend shoved his tongue deep inside your dripping hole, fucking you with it in messy, hungry strokes while the other latched onto your swollen clit and sucked hard. They kept aggressively bumping heads, growling and shoving at each other like they were fighting over who got to devour you first.
“Fuck, she tastes so fucking good,” one of them groaned, the deep vibration making your clit throb. The other pushed his face in right beside him, their tongues sliding sloppily together as they both licked and sucked at your soaked folds. They were making out with each other right against your pussy — tongues tangling, swapping your juices back and forth in wet, filthy kisses while they ate you alive. It was so nasty.
Thick strings of your cream and their spit were dripping down your ass as they devoured you. One would suck noisily on your clit while the other tongue-fucked your cunt, then they’d switch, sometimes pulling back just to spit on your pussy before diving back in. Both of them were moaning and grunting loudly into your cunt like starving animals, the sounds wet and obscene. Their stubble scraped against your sensitive skin as they fought for every drop.
One boyfriend locked his mouth around your clit and sucked hard, flicking his tongue rapidly while shoving two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them against your g-spot. The other kept his tongue flat and wide, licking messily from your asshole all the way up to your clit. You were shaking, thighs squeezing around their heads as you got closer. “Don’t stop— fuck, I’m gonna cum—” you cried, grinding desperately against their faces.
They went even harder. One sucked viciously on your clit while the other tongue-fucked you deep and fast, both of them moaning and growling into your pussy. The overwhelming pleasure hit you like a freight train. You came hard, gushing all over their tongues as they fought to drink every drop, licking and slurping noisily through your orgasm.
Even after you started twitching from overstimulation, they kept going — lazily licking up every creamy drop, occasionally kissing each other with your cum still coating their tongues and dripping down their chins. When they finally pulled back, their faces were a shiny, fucked-out mess, lips swollen and glistening.
your phone buzzed coming from your “ husband💋 ” they were two pictures and a video, “ aww he looks cute ” you smiled at the two photos before being hit with a video of him face deep into your pussy. you turned off your phone before putting it face down on the table. “what the hell is wrong with him?!” you muttered to yourself knowing damn well you’re smiling and biting your lip. “ t-too good, sooo good ” his pretty eyes looked up as his tongue continued to play around with your clit. “ w-wait! ohmygoshhh! ” those words meant nothing coming out your mouth cause right this isnt for your pleasure it's for his. "aw, what wrong baby ? cant take it?" ugh he such a asshole but you cant help but shove his head closer. "s-shut up" the sound of your voice cracking makes him smile.
you: the hell is wrong with you ?! yk i'm at lunch with your mom !"
