Kagami Taiga wasn’t new to cameras. He’d done post-game interviews half-naked in locker rooms, posed for sneaker ads soaked in sweat, stood on neon-lit courts with stylists fixing his collar. But this?
This wasn’t that.
The lights were hotter. The floor slicker. The basketball in his palm suddenly felt too small for how tight his grip was.
He stood shirtless in the center of the glossy studio, wearing nothing but black gym shorts and white compression tights. Easy enough—except flanking him on either side were you and another model, both in sheer mesh basketball jerseys and the tiniest bikinis he’d ever seen in his life or rather strings.
A triangle bikini set in team colors, visible beneath the see-through jersey was on your frame. His name stretched across your chest in varsity font, the fabric clinging to your curves like it was in on the joke of the coverage. And when you were asked to drop into your pose next to his thigh—elbow planted on his knee, your cheek resting against his quad—he felt it.
The tightening—his shorts were betraying him, pressing awkwardly where they shouldn’t.
No one else noticed. The other model was fluffing her hair dramatically as Kagami sat in between her legs, her arm wrapped around his neck. The photographer was fiddling with his lens. But you? Your chin shifted the slightest bit and your eyes slid up to him with a teasing tilt.
“Careful,” you whispered, lips barely moving. “You’re making headlines right now.”
He swallowed thickly. “Not my fault you’re practically naked.”
“That’s the point,” you murmured, then smirked. The photographer requested for all of you to freestyle and you instructed Kagami and the other model to stand, at her annoyance, to stand behind on the bench and lean her body on his shoulder, her chest practically in his face.
You settled between his legs, head tilted just enough for the camera as you rested against his thigh, casually placing a hand on his knee while striking a teasing pose.
“Good idea!” The photographer murmured, their voice laced with approval. “Really brings out his appeal, next!”
And then you did it.
Your teeth, sudden and soft, grazed over the fabric of his shorts. Just a gentle bite—barely pressure—but it landed right over the problem spot. A warning, a tease and a cover-up all at once.
His breath caught and muscles tensed. A quiet, inaudible “fuck” escaped his throat just as the camera clicked. He splayed his hand on top of your hand, gripping as if you were a basketball.
The photographer practically moaned behind the lens. “Jesus, that’s hot. Hold her like that. That’s what I want.”
You looked up at him, wide-eyed and sweet like nothing just happened. Your teeth let go, lips brushing the fabric gently before you settled back into place, head tilted and smug.
He kept his hands where they were told—on your hair—but his fingers dug in just enough to make you grin.
By the time the shoot wrapped, he was dizzy. Not from the flashes—but from you. You, who winked at him in the mirror as you passed by. You, who let your jersey fall off as you reached for your phone. You, who walked past him on your way out, sliding a folded paper into the side pocket of his duffle bag like a secret.
No name, everyone knew who you were. Just a number and a lipstick print.
He should’ve gone straight home.
Instead, he sat on the floor of his hotel room, legs spread wide in front of the floor-length mirror, sweat still damp on his chest. The shoot had ended hours ago, but the images were burned into his skull—no, worse—into his phone.
The magazine’s preview folder had been emailed minutes after wrap. “For your review,” his agent had said. He barely registered the words. His thumb had hovered, heart pounding, before finally swiping open the set.
And there you were, in a separate shoot of your own.
One of you bent over in barely-there shorts, sweatband in your mouth. Another one of your arms raised above your head in that damn jersey knotted beneath your chest. A third of you on your knees between his legs—looking up with a tongue pressed to your top lip.
And of course, the shot.
The one where your teeth marked his bulge. His face flushed, eyes hazy, your mouth grazing the very place he was aching now.
He shouldn’t but he was already hard again.
The shorts came off first, hastily shoved down his thighs. His back hit the wall, head tilted, the glow from the mirror lights catching the shine of sweat on his collarbones. Phone still in hand, he opened the picture again—just that one, the close-up, the photo that would’ve been edited out if anyone had known what you were really doing.
He imagined your mouth again.
He wrapped his hand around himself, thumb sliding across the head slowly, just like he imagined you would’ve done if there hadn’t been cameras. If it had been just the two of you in that studio. If you hadn’t walked away after handing him that number.
A low groan escaped his lips.
His strokes were slow at first. Eyes fixed on the screen, on the way your tongue peeked out just after the bite. He imagined it wasn’t fabric you were biting but him. He imagined your lipstick smeared on his skin, your teeth leaving a mark no stylist could airbrush out.
“Shit…”
He tightened his grip and pumped faster. He was already close—too close—but the picture, your voice in his head, the taste of that frustration from earlier had him unraveling. He remembered the look in your eyes as you bit him.
Possessive.
He let his head fall back against the wall with a thud. Free hand digging into the carpet. His thighs tensed. His body jerked.
And Kagami came with your name in his throat.
Panting, he dropped the phone beside him. His chest rose and fell as sweat cooled against his skin, his vision still blurred with the aftershock. He stared at the ceiling for a long time, breath slowing, muscles relaxing.
Then, finally, he reached for the paper.
The number was still there. Your lipstick print faint, but unmistakable. He ran a thumb over it, smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
He grabbed his phone and opened the messaging app.
kagami
— you free tonight? I owe you for the save.
Three dots, then your reply.
you
— took you long enough
— sunset hotel, room 658
— don’t wear those shorts unless you’re ready for round two.
A Good First Impression - Atsushi Murasakibara x AFAB!Reader
I am feral over Atsushi Murasakibara. Worms using my brain for food type of feral. Foaming at the mouth type of feral.
He is unironically my phone background type of feral.
So, uh....here's this. Personally, I feel real great about it, so I hope you enjoy it as well.
Title: A Good First Impression
Rating: Explicit
Warnings:
AFAB!Reader, Female Reader, f-receiving oral, fingering, it is genuinely only him eating you out, mention of m-receiving handjob, super intense orgasm, squirting, reluctance/hesitation about the squirting but not quite dubcon/noncon, baby used regularly as pet name, college au, fear of getting caught, getting caught after the fact, home for the holidays, parent mention
Characters & ships: boyfriend!Murasakibara Atsushi x AFAB!Reader
Word count: 2.6k words
Summary: Your long-term boyfriend is nervous about staying at your childhood home and meeting your parents for the first time for four reasons:
1 - He's tall, and people tend to comment on it. Too much. 2 - First impressions are a big deal, and what if he fucks it up with his future in-laws? 3 - He met you in college and is terrified of learning something about the you from before (spoiler: you pass the test!) 4 - He can't keep his hands off of you, and he doesn't want the embarrassment of getting caught.
18+ Minors DNI!
More explicit below the cut
Atsushi Murasakibara was nervous to meet your parents for many reasons.
First, his height. This was the first time he was meeting your family, and your parents weren’t exactly short per se, but he was a towering 6’10”. He hated new people having to crane their neck up to look at him, he hated the same three questions and two jokes that every person tells when they meet someone as tall as him, and he hated that he was going to have to learn the careful layout of your childhood home since it was likely not designed with someone of his towering stature in mind. It was always so embarrassing when he’d bump his head on too-low ceiling fans or when he had to bend too far to reach the sink. No one really realizes how weirdly isolating it feels to be at least a head taller than everyone around you, and that’s if he’s lucky. It definitely makes the first impression game much harder.
Second, the holidays. For some reason, instead of meeting your parents for the first time at a low-stakes dinner or briefly in public, he agreed to stay for a week for the holidays at your house. It wasn’t ideal, but they lived in the countryside, and a hotel would have been so inconvenient, so you two decided to stay with your parents. He even sat through the awkward conversation where you all had to figure out if he was sleeping in your room or on the couch. Your parents weren’t exactly the most conservative people in the world - they knew you lived with him now for God’s sake, so it’s not like they had no idea what you two got up to - but everyone was deeply uncomfortable with the suggestion of anything happening under their roof. That being said, none of their couches could handle him - re: the aforementioned height problem - so they made the disgruntled decision to let you two room together. Just no locking the door.
On top of it all, he wanted to bring them gifts, but he had no idea where to even start with holiday gifts for future in-laws he’d never met. You insisted that he didn’t really have to get them anything and that they’d be thankful for anything he put thought into, but that didn’t ease the burden of deciding if your dad was a beer guy or if he was a tool guy or if he was a sports guy or a grill guy or a music guy. The options made his head spin, and that’s not even touching all the possible gifts he could get your mother. This was it - THE first impression - and if he didn’t get it right, he was afraid of a rocky relationship with them forever.
Third, your childhood. He didn’t know you before you two met in college, so everything about you before you moved to the city is a complete mystery to him. His worst nightmare was discovering something about you that he would never be able to unsee. He had always hated the vulnerability in this moment in all of his previous relationships, and it had soured more than one relationship well before its expiry date.
The night you arrived, you showed him to your room, and he held his breath as you swung the door open for him. He walked in, looking around, waiting for the weird childhood shoe to drop, but…it didn’t. The room was fairly normal. It looked like it could be a teenage room in a movie. It seemed stale, set in time, but it didn’t give him the same feeling of ick throughout his body. Carefully, shelf by shelf, he investigated your knickknacks and decorations and memories, and everything he saw made him love the small piece of you that he knew more than the last. By the time he had overturned every stone in your room, his heart was beating harshly in the rhythm of your name.
“You look like you were expecting something crazy,” You laughed at him, having watched him snoop through your past.
He looked at you, his eyes full of warmth. “I was. I didn’t find anything.”
And then he snuck a kiss.
Fourth, the final most important reason he was nervous was you. Well, to be more specific, he was nervous because he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, and this trip wasn’t going to change anything.
He was nervous because he didn’t want to get caught.
“Ah-Ah, ‘Sushi!” You moan, high pitched and trying to keep the volume low as you wiggle in his grip in an attempt to free yourself from the intensity of his tongue between your legs. Your wrist is pressed against your lips to dampen the sound. He tightens his grip on the back of your thighs, pushing your legs further apart and against your body, opening you up for him, and his tongue continues roughly sliding against your sensitive, buzzing clit.
“They aren’t home. You can be loud,” He grunts against you before wrapping his lips around you and sucking you into his mouth, and you can’t help it as you throw your head back and cry out at the feeling.
“They could be home any second!” You hiss, your hips bucking involuntarily against his face, and in response, he moans deeply, sending tingles through your body.
“Then cum before they get back.”
Biting your lip and panting, nearly winded, you stare down at him, meeting his eyes watching you just over your pelvis, and when his tongue dips into you and presses against your trembling walls, you moan loudly with a furrowed brow. Your fingers tangle through his messy purple strands, pushing his face against your core harder.
He slurps the messy wetness dripping out of you, the sound lewd enough to make you blush. “God, you taste so good,” He groans into you, his tongue desperate. “It’s been too long.”
“It’s been three days!” You laugh breathlessly, body convulsing at the small nudges of his nose against your clit as he drinks you in.
“And that’s three days too many,” he complains, shaking his head and smearing his face against the slickness between your legs. “I can’t wait like that. I need you all the time.”
You pant in response, unable to form words when his tongue finds your clit again, brushing against it at a punishing pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your stomach spasming, and he finally releases one of your legs from his controlling grip just to slide it up your needy slit and dip one of his long fingers into you. You nearly cum then, your back arching so aggressively that you hit your head against the wall, and he can’t help the small laugh that rumbles against your nerves.
“Careful, babe,” He mutters, curling the single finger inside you, and the feeling is such a warm, pleasurable tightness in your core.
“I’m going to cum,” You whisper, dropping your jaw open in pleasure, and you feel his smile in response.
“I’m not done yet, so if you cum now, you’re going to have to handle it when I keep going.”
You whimper, lip quivering and body shaking. Breathing, you attempt to stave off the orgasm that has you dangling off the edge of sanity. He slows his movements, watching you closely as he wrings you of cute little sounds and moans and shivers, and it helps when you suck in air, huffing through your nose to stop the trembling in your lower abdomen.
“Y-you said cum before they get back,” You counter, hissing the words through your teeth as you lean up, your toes curling tightly. His tongue helicopters against your throbbing clit, and he takes the hand that was on the back of your other thigh and places it atop your pelvis, pressing down as the finger still deep inside presses up, and you feel the telltale tightening in your core that makes you panic a little.
“You can choose to cum now and be overstimulated, or you can choose to cum later at the risk of your parents hearing you,” He looks up over you with a smile, a second finger suddenly pushing into you to meet the other. “I’m a believer in autonomy.”
As his two fingers now press into the gummy sweet spot in you, you confirm the tightening is definitely going to cause many, many more problems than he’s considering. You bring your hands to grip the bedding below you, trying to wiggle away again. “’Sushi, I-I, wait, I’m going to-” You frustratingly cut yourself off with a groan as his mouth finds your clit again.
“Going to what, babe?” His voice rumbles against you, and there’s a soft wash of pleasure moving through you like waves against a shore. You can only think that it’s going to be a pain to clean after this.
“It’s going to-I’m going to-”
“Aw, baby, I need you to use your words,” He teases, batting his eyelashes innocently when you shoot him a glare.
“I’m going to make a mess,” You grunt through gritted teeth, raising your eyebrows in hopes of him understanding the euphemism, and when it clicks in his brain, his eyes go bright and wide.
He hums darkly, pressing his fingers into you deeper and earning a surprised squeal out of you. “You’re going to squirt for me, baby?”
“God, I hate that word!” You yelp, involuntarily grinding your hips down onto him and panting out in tight, restrained pleasure. “You-you gotta stop now, I-”
“I wouldn’t dare waste this opportunity. You know I love making a mess of you.” His voice is dark, his eyes still teasing as he draws circles around your clit, and between the stretch of his now scissoring fingers, the pressure on your pelvis from his large hand, and his unrelenting pace on your sensitive spots, you’re seeing stars.
Falling back, you groan again, the feeling of uncomfortable tightening worsening deep in you. “The bedding!” You exclaim, arching your back, “I can’t-ah, fuck, I’ll mess up the bedding.”
“Your parents have a washer.”
“The bedding was from my grandmother,” You groan, scrunching up your face and writhing, closing your thighs around his head when it gets too intense. Hyperventilating, you press the side of your face into the pillow, bringing your hand to your face to bite down on your hand to quell the rocking of pleasure inside you now.
“Pity,” He mumbles, distracted too much by the sounds pouring from your mouth, the clenching of your pussy, the taste of your arousal coating his tongue, the slick sounds of his fingers deep in you, and the promise of even more to come (literally and figuratively). “We should’ve put a towel down, huh?”
You groan, frustrated by his lackadaisical demeanor but unable to communicate it as the feeling of pleasure floods your body. You can feel your eyes go a little hazy, and moments later, you call out, your orgasm hitting you like a wall of bricks. It feels like an electric shock through your body, every muscle in your body tensing with a tight zap as the dam breaks inside of you. You squirt, gushing and coating the bed and, effectively, Atsushi’s face, and the only thing that cuts through the absolute sensory overload of your pleasure is his praise that he groans against your skin.
“That’s it, baby, that’s so good. Feel it, c’mon, you can breathe. You taste so good, thank you, baby, thank you.”
With your heavy pants and soft, whimpering moans as aftershocks of the orgasm reverberate through you, your pussy pulses and throbs in time with your heart, and when he softly pushes into you one last time to wring the rest of it out of you, you squeak out a last whine as the final wave of your cum rushes out of you and over his hand. He chuckles at the sight, pulling out of you and dragging his tongue up his fingers while making dark, teasing eye contact with you. Watching his tongue work to lick all of your cum off his skin, your body trembles with both your world-shattering orgasm and the sudden impending need that pulses through you yet again already.
“Kiss me?” You breathe softly, lips barely parted, and he cracks a wide smile, laughing like he’s disbelieving of you.
“You’re going to be the death of me, baby.” His voice is tense and dark with desire, and he crawls up your body slowly, and he meets your mouth with his extended tongue. You lick against it, tasting yourself, and he moans out loud, his hips pressing against yours. His length, hard and impressive, rubs against you, and the friction makes you cry out. You’re too sensitive and overstimulated, but he just smirks against your lips. “I told you to choose carefully. I wasn’t done with you.”
His hand drags down your body, feeling your curves with a hint of possession in his grasp. When he reaches his waist where his hips are pressing into yours, he grips his belt, pulling at the buckle, ripping it through the belt loops on his pants -
The front door opens. The sound of rustling bags floats up to your room. The floorboards creak.
Your eyes go wide in panic.
“Sweetheart?” Your mother calls up the stairs. “We’re home! Atsushi and you should come down and help us with dinner.”
“Get up, get up!” You mutter under your breath, gently batting at his shoulder as he frantically slides off you and off the bed, fixing his belt and helping you by pulling your bedding off. You’re searching for clothes, quickly pulling them on your legs.
The stairs whine as someone climbs step by step.
Your face burns at the impending embarrassment. Atsushi is struggling to hide his arousal with his clothes, and you’re struggling to wipe the slowly drying slick from between your thighs. Your bedding lays in a crumpled, suspicious ball on your mattress.
“Sweetheart?” Your mother asks again, her voice much closer than before.
The doorknob jiggles against the lock.
“C-coming!” You call back, pushing your fingers through your hair as Atsushi wipes his hands down his face to clean up any mess left behind.
“Your door’s-”
You cut off your mother’s inquiry about the locked door by swinging it open. “Sorry, force of habit,” You laugh, opening the door wide enough that she can see Atsushi sitting at your desk with his phone in his hand. He nods a greeting at her.
Her eyes flit to your unmade bed, back down to you, and back over to Atsushi. A slight blush covers her cheeks. “We…we brought groceries for dinner. Would you two like to come help?”
You look over your shoulder at Atsushi who meets your gaze. After a moment, he shrugs and nods. “Sure, we’d love to.”
“Great…come…down when you’re ready,” Your mother says awkwardly, quickly excusing herself back down the stairs. Once you hear her shoes click into the kitchen, you shut the door again, pressing your back to it as you finally let the air in your lungs go in a long sigh. You look up at Atsushi who is trying to bite back his laughter.
“Do you think she noticed?” You wince, knowing the answer.
“Oh yes, absolutely. She knows everything,” He stands, lumbering across the room towards you. He kisses your nose, his hand meeting yours on the doorknob. “Let’s go help with dinner.” He thinks. “And maybe later you can pay me back with a handjob in the shower.”
You groan, the thought of the blush on your mother’s face making your embarrassment burn brighter. “Absolutely not.”
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. ━━━━━ ᗰᗩᗪE ✦ ᖇEᘔITIO ━━━━━
𐔌 01 𐦯 Trying to tutor Aomine
𐔌 02 𐦯 Can't keep his hands off you
𐔌 03 𐦯 Rewarding aomine after he wins a game
𐔌 04 𐦯 Aomine can be pretty mean with blowjobs
𐔌 05 𐦯 Sneaking under his desk while he's playing a game
𐔌 06 𐦯 In the backseat with Aomine when he promised to get you home HOURS ago
𐔌 07 𐦯 Aomine loves fucking you in that cheerleading skirt immediately after a game.
𐔌 08 𐦯 Aomine loves the view whenever you ride, that’s why he can’t help reaching out to your tits
𐔌 09 𐦯 Aomine lives for fucking you in risky places, such as your bedroom while your parents are home
𐔌 10 𐦯 Missing aomine during game season, he’s been so busy you’ve barely had time to see him
In-between the games
𐔌 11 𐦯 The concept of kagami and aomine fighting over you during a threesom
"here...look at me, i wanna see you—you're going way too damn slow kagami"
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"maybe if you'd fucking move, i could get some space."
𐔌 12 𐦯 See aomine can tease you, but you can't tease him without him getting defensive
"We silent now? What happened to that attitude?"
"You gonna keep running your mouth?"
𐔌 13 𐦯 Aomine is normally too lazy to eat you out, so it's easy to forget his skill in that department
"Dai... slow—shit!"
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“Fuck—you’re dripping all over me. You really expect me ta slow down when you taste so good?”
It wasn’t the fact that he’d cleaned due to the fact that was a consistency. No. This was quite different. The place smelled faintly of incense, the bedroom sheets had been freshly changed, and his lucky item of the day, a pink ceramic heart was sat on the nightstand. “Shin…?” you called out, setting your bag down. “Everything okay?”
He stepped out of the bathroom in a fitted black shirt and loose sweatpants, toweling his damp hair off. God your husband was sight for sore eyes. His glasses slid slightly down his nose as he pushed them back up. His face face was a little flushed as he said
“You’re ovulating,” You blinked.
“…You’ve been tracking that?”
“Of course. I’ve been logging your cycle for the past four months.”
He crossed his arms like this was the most reasonable thing in the world. “I reminded you to input the last day of your period twice.”
“Oh my god.” You laughed. “Are you serious right now?”
“I’m always serious,” he muttered, a bit flustered now. “We agreed to try. This is the optimal window for conception.”
You stepped closer, arms looping around his waist. “So you planned a whole night of knocking me up, huh?”
His hands settled on your hips. “Yes. I did.” He cleared his throat, voice lower now. “You should eat something light beforehand. We need you to have a lot of stamina .”
You couldn’t help but smirk. “You’re so hot when you go full caring mode before we fuck.”
He adjusted his glasses. “I’ll pretend that wasn’t sarcastic.”
“It wasn’t.”
He gave you that look and then, of course, insisted you sit down to eat the light meal he prepared ahead of time. When you finally finished eating and he escorted you to the bedroom, his whole demeanor shifted.
He stood at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on you as he positioned himself.
“You will keep your legs up after this,” he muttered, removing his glasses and folding them neatly before pushing his cock into you with one brutal thrust making you let out strangled cry, back arching as the stretch punched the air right out of your lungs. “F-fuck, Shintarō-" But he wasn’t listening. He was watching obsessing at how your wet pussy swallowed him whole. His fingers bruised your hips as he slammed into you again, deeper, meaner.
“God, you’re dripping,” he hissed under his breath. “Look at you. I haven’t even cum once and you’re already soaking me.”
His thick tip slammed against your cervix with every thrust, a precise, punishing pace that had your body trembling.
“You’re going to take every fucking drop tonight love,” he gritted out, one hand pressing into the small of your back to keep you pinned. “You will take everything my cock has to offer until you are knocked up.”
You could barely breathe, drooling into the sheets, moaning loudly. You were already shaking, on the verge of another orgasm, but Midorima didn’t slow down for a second.
“Does it feel good?” he muttered through clenched teeth, ramming into you so deep you saw stars. “Having your husband fuck your fertile cunt raw? You gonna thank me for stuffing you full of baby batter like the good girl you are?”
You nodded as you looked at him with big teary eyes, and that made him snap. His hand slid up your spine
“You are so pretty, I hope my kids take your genes rather than my own."
His cock twitched at the sight of your pretty face and he felt he was near, so his hips snapped forward one last time before burying his entire length inside you as he spilled deep into your womb.
“…Again,” he whispered. “Just to be sure.”
You couldn’t even respond. Couldn’t speak. All you could do was whimper under him and let him whatever the hell he wanted to your overstimulated, wrecked body.
And he did.
He ended up doing it five times.
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Daiki Aomine:
Your back hit the mattress. Your legs were spread. And Aomine was already yanking his sweatpants down. The moment you stated you wanted to start trying for a baby, this man was all in for it. He's been waiting for this moment since forever so now that it came, he was going to take full advantage of it.
You didn’t even have time to breathe before he was on you.
“Gonna fill you up,” he said his voice low he lined himself up to your dripping hole. “Gonna fuck a baby into this pussy. You sure about this, baby? I ain’t stopping once I start.”
“I’m sure,” you whispered.
That’s all he needed.
He thrust in deep all the way, making your back arch and a scream rip out of your throat.
“Fuuuck, shit I don't know how much fucking times I've fucked this pussy for you to always remain so tight,” he hissed, gripping your hips so hard they might bruise.
Even though you'd lost track of the amount of times you had Aomine had sex, this time it was honestly a little different. Rougher. Deeper. More desperate. His thrusts were heavy and unrelenting, slamming into you like every stroke was the one that’d knock you up. It as if he was loving this idea as much as you were.
“You feel that?” he groaned into your ear. “That’s how deep I’m gonna cum, baby. Right up in your into here.” He said tapping your stomach.
“You want this, huh?” he muttered, voice feral. “Wanna carry my baby? My fuckin kid inside that small little body?”
“Y-Yes, Daiki, please-"
“Say it.”
“I want it-I want your baby-fuck, I want all of it-"
“Yeah?” he hissed, voice cracking as his rhythm stuttered. “You wanna walk around stuffed full of my fuckin’ load? Waddlin with my kid inside you? All that from this pussy-this tight, beautiful pussy that's all mine?”
A broken groan left his throat as he slammed in deep, cock twitching violently as he filled you to the brim, his cum so hot and thick you could feel it pooling inside. But he didn’t pull out. He didn’t move.
His cock twitched over and over, painting your insides.
But he didn’t pull out.
Didn’t move.
Just stayed inside, holding you close, panting against your neck.
“Shit,” he whispered, chest heaving. “I should’ve done this sooner....felt too good..." The minute those words came out of his mouth, he stood back up straight with a smirk. He then began fucking into you slowly. Grinding into your overstimulated walls like he was trying to force every last drop into your womb.
“It felt too good. Besides your pussy still feels a bit empty,” he murmured. “Gotta go again. Gotta make sure.”
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Ryouta Kise:
“God, You’re gonna be so pretty when you’re pregnant,” he mumbled, voice soft. “I'm so grateful you'll let me be the father to your kids." His cock dragged against your slick folds before he finally pushed inside inch by inch until his tip kissed your cervix. His eyes fluttered shut as he bottomed out, breath catching in his throat. “So warm… so tight… fuck, baby, it’s like your pussy knew it was mine.” He started to move slow, rolling thrusts that made your eyes roll back then paused suddenly, an idea flashing through.
Without pulling out, Kise hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing, shifting until your front was pressed against the full length mirror beside the bed.
“I need you to see,” he moaned, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head. “Look at yourself, baby. Look at how fucking pretty you’ll look when I cum inside you.”
His hips rolled into you from behind slow and deep, forcing your body to jolt forward with each thrust. His grip tightened on your hips, your reflection jolting with every bounce, his hair matted to his forehead, abs flexing, lip bitten.
“Look,” he moaned again, voice cracking. “Look at what your body does to me. Look how fucking good you take me.”
You could barely breathe, your eyes teary, mouth open and a moan caught in your throat. “I wanna cum inside you so bad,” he groaned, thrusts picking up as his cock pulsed deep inside your walls. “Wanna fill you up so full it drips down your thighs. Wanna see you round and sore and so fucking mine. You’ll take it, right?”
“Yes, Ryo,” you gasped. “Please give it to me.”
His hips snapped forward one last time, cock throbbing as he came with a loud, broken whimper, grinding into you as his cum spilled in hot, heavy waves, coating your insides so thick you could feel it pooling. He held you tight, still inside, breathing hard. Then, with trembling hands, he laid you down gently. Your legs were pulled up, hips propped on a soft pillow. And he didn’t let go.
“You stay like that, baby,” he murmured, breathless. “Let it settle…”
His hand moved to your stomach, rubbing gentle circles. “I think it’s gonna work this time…”
Later, when you were fast asleep,his cum still trapped inside you Kise kissed your belly and whispered into the dark:
“I love you already… both of you.”
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Taiga Kagami:
You didn’t think much of it when you said it, it was just a quiet confession between kisses, whispered against his neck while you sat curled in his lap, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.
“I really feel like we are ready for kids.”
Kagami froze like you’d slapped him. His body stiffened and his cheeks instantly flushed, and his breath caught in his throat.
“Y-You serious?” he stammered, eyes wide. “Like… for real?”
You nodded, biting your lip. And that was all it took. He kissed you hard, hands already tugging at your clothes. You helped him, shirt first, then your panties, then his sweats and of course he was already hard, leaking against your thigh as he pushed you down on the bed.
“I’ll try to be careful,” he muttered.
“But fuck, baby-don’t say that and expect me to think straight.”
When he slid in, both of you gasped. He buried himself.
“You feel… so good,” he groaned, almost to himself, as he started to move deep and steady, each stroke trembling with held
back need. You cupped his face, kissed him. “You can go harder, Taiga. I want it.”
He did.
His pace picked up, his body covering yours, sweat dripping down his back as he pounded into you with determination. His hands found your thighs, pushed them up until your knees were at your chest, locking himself in even deeper.
“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he panted, eyes locked on yours. “I wanna fill you up, I wanna make you mine-fuck I can't fucking wait to see you full of me."
You moaned louder, wrapping your arms around his neck.
The mental image of his cum leaking out of you was all he needed to thrust himself into you one final time before he came hard, thick cum spilling deep in you as his entire body shuddered. You thought he was done. You really did. But after a few minutes of breathing against your skin, still inside you, still hard, Kagami lifted his head and looked at you.
“You okay?” he whispered.
You nodded, still catching your breath. “I’m perfect.”
He exhaled hard through his nose. “Good… cause I ain't done yet.”
“I wanna make sure it works,” he said, blunt and a little out of breath. “Wanna fill you up again. Wanna fuck it into your stomach.”
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Tetsuya Kuroko:
“I've been thinking...Tetsu.” You said as you played with his hair. "I want to start a family.."
“I’ve been thinking the same thing for weeks.”
Your heart skipped. “Really?”
He nodded once. “Every time I’m inside yo-" His words were then cut off by a sudden kiss from you. You didn’t even make it to the bedroom. He carried you. Carefully. Placed you on the mattress. Kuroko pulled off your clothes with steady hands, standing between your thighs. Once he got rid of his sweatpants and underwear. His eyes were calm, but burning. He pushed in slowly, eyes locked on yours the whole time. And when he bottomed out, he let out a single, shaky breath.
“You’re already perfect for me,” he whispered. “But the idea of you pregnant with my child… it’s consuming.”
His hips started to move. Every thrust left you gasping, clinging to his back as your body trembled beneath him.
“You take me so well baby,” he murmured.
You moaned his name, eyes fluttering. It was too much, the stretch, the closeness, the way he spoke. It was all just so perfect.
“I’m going to cum inside you,” he said softly. “Not because I have to. Because I want to. Because you’re mine. And I want the world to know." Your fingers tangled in his hair as he began to fuck you harder. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer. And when he came, it was with a whispered groan against your neck.
He stayed inside. Didn’t move nor spoke. He just held you close against him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, and his placed gently on the small of your back. He gave you a kiss on your neck before saying,
“Let’s try again… just to be sure.”
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Atsushi Murasakibara:
He was quiet when you told him. Not shocked, not flustered, just blinking up at you from where he was laying on the couch, his hand resting lazily on your thigh.
“Really? You wanna have a baby?” he mumbled, voice low and slow. “Like… mine?”
You nodded, unsure how he’d take it.
It didn't take too long for his hand to slide between your thighs, two fingers rubbing lightly against your core feeling how wet you are. He kissed you all over as he kept his long fingers pumping into your pussy. You then stopped him. "Baby...let me be the one to lead this time.."
And that lead to you bouncing on him like a girl in heat, completely mindless, tits bouncing in circles, ass slapping against his thighs with wet, messy sounds every time your soaked cunt swallowed him whole. Murasakibara was a wreck beneath you, looking at you go with his face flustered.
“You agreed to make a baby,” you panted, pupils blown wide. “Said you wanted to keep me full, right? Then fucking fill me.”
He let out the weakest whimper, hips twitching up helplessly.
“Y-you’re already full,” he moaned, dragging his hands over your ass, squeezing like he could force you down deeper. “Already gave you so much-your pussy’s leaking—I can feel it…” You looked down at him with a wicked smile. “Then give me more. If you want that baby, you’re gonna have to fuck it into me again and again.” He cursed under his breath and let his head fall back, pink bangs sticking to his forehead. His thick cock was still rock hard inside you, overworked and overstimulated. But it didn’t stop him from gripping your hips and slamming you down on him so hard you cried out. “You’re scary when you’re like this…” he mumbled. “All needy n greedy like you’re tryna milk my balls dry…”
"Maybe I am,” you hissed, nails dragging down his chest. “You said you wanted to knock me up, Atsushi. So do it. Fucking do it.” That pushed him over the edge.
With a deep grunt, he thrusted up hard. Then sooner or later he was spilled inside you with a long, broken groan, hips twitching wildly as your walls fluttered around him. But even after he came, you didn’t stop. You kept grinding, kept working him, trying to squeeze every last drop from his thick cock, even as he whined under you.
“Still not enough,” you moaned, leaning over him, licking the sweat from his neck. “I need it deeper. I want your cum flooding my womb. I wanna feel it take.”
He was dizzy. Gone. Arms wrapped around you, voice a muffled whimper against your chest.
“I-I’ll give you a baby,” he promised, barely coherent. “I’ll give you as many as you want…”
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Seijuro Akashi:
Your back hit the bed and the room fell still.
Akashi looked down at you, eyes glowing in the low light. He didn’t speak right away. Just trailed his fingers slowly over your belly like he was envisioning it already, swollen, round, all because of him.
“You’re ready?” he asked, voice low.
You nodded. He didn’t ask twice.
He undressed you carefully. And when you were bare beneath him, legs spread and already dripping, he let out the faintest hum.
“I’ve waited long enough,” he said. “You’ll carry the next Akashi. My heir. My blood. You understand that, don’t you?” You nodded again, breathless. “No,” he murmured, slipping two fingers through your slick folds. “Say it.”
“I understand… I’m ready, Sei. I want it.”
That made him smile. “Good.”
He stroked his cock slowly, watching the way your eyes dropped to it. Pre-cum was already dripping out of his bulging cock. Slowly he lined up and pushed in with a low groan, bottoming out in a single, deep thrust that made you arch with a cry.
He didn’t let you adjust. Didn’t give you space to think. He gripped your thighs, planted his knees, and began fucking himself into you balls deep.
Every thrust reached deep and his pelvis grinding into your aching clit giving you double pleasure of the sensations. You were already a mess beneath him, moaning, gasping, clawing at the sheets but Akashi was composed. Unshaken.
“You feel that?” he growled softly. “That’s where I’m going to finish. Deep inside you. You’re going to take all of me and keep it.”
“I’ll do whatever you want just please cum in me Seijuro."
He grabbed your chin, made you look him in the eye.
“Beg properly.”
“Breed me, Seijuro-please-fill me up-make me pregnant with your child."
And that was all it took. His hips snapped forward, pace breaking, breath hitching as he drove in deeper, harder, panting curses under his breath until he spilled inside you with a groan, cock pulsing as he filled your womb. But he didn’t pull out. He bent low, kissed your neck, and began to move again.
cw: explicit, toji won’t shut up when he eats you out.
Toji’s heavy body is already settled between your spread thighs, “You were sayin’ somethin’ about that asshole at your job. What’d he do this time?”
He doesn’t wait for a full answer before he latches his lips around your clit and sucks gently. You feel him smirk when your hips twitch.
You try to continue the story, voice already shaky, but he pulls back just enough to blow a raspberry right against your slick skin, laughing when you yelp.
“Oi, focus,” he teases, even though he’s the one distracting you. “Shiu told me some shit today—don’t repeat it or I’ll have to kill ya.” Another lazy lick, slower this time, circling your entrance before pushing inside. “But the guy’s an idiot. Anyway… what happened with your boss?”
You’re trying to tell him about your day, but it comes out in broken whimpers and gasps. Toji doesn’t care. He just keeps going using long, indulgent licks mixed with random questions. “So you told him off? Good girl.” Lick. “What’d he say back?” Suck. “Mmm… tastes even better when you’re pissed off, y’know that?”
He laughs when you whimper instead of answering. His phone is still in one hand, screen glowing faintly, but he’s barely glancing at it now. The other hand stays anchored on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles.
“Shiu was bitchin’ about some curse user again,” he says conversationally, like he’s not tongue-deep in you. Another lazy lick, this one circling your clit with just the tip before he sucks it gently between his lips. “Told me not to say shit, but fuck it. Guy’s an idiot anyway. So I fucking killed him for some money a guy offered me on the side.”
You’re already soaked, thighs trembling around his broad shoulders. He shifts, getting more comfortable, face fully buried now. Both hands slide under your ass, lifting you just enough to angle you perfectly against his mouth.
Every time you get close he pulls back just enough to kiss your folds, murmuring some mocking shit like, “Easy, baby. I’m just restin’ here.” as he dives back in, tongue fucking into you slow and deep while his nose grinds against your clit. Your story long forgotten as your free hand fists his dark hair.
Toji groans into your pussy when you start grinding against his face, “That’s it. Use my mouth, baby. Fuck…you’re drippin’ down my chin already. Too much?” he asks, voice muffled and smug, his lips shiny with you. He presses a wet kiss right on your swollen clit. “Too bad. I’m comfortable.” as he goes right back to it.
The stubble on his jaw scrapes your thighs as he eats you out properly now, tongue fucking into you.
Your whole body starts to shake, breath coming in desperate gasps. He pulls back just enough to growl against your soaked folds, voice rough and low. “Fuck, you’re clenchin’ around my tongue already. C’mon keep talkin’, baby. So, what’d that prick say when you told him off?”
You can barely choke out a broken sentence, hips rolling desperately against his face. Toji laughs as sucks hard on your clit, alternating with long, hungry licks that have you about to cum. “Shit—Toji—fuck—” is all you manage before it melts into a whimper as two thick fingers sliding back into you.
Your hand fists tighter in his dark hair, thighs locking around his head as he groans into your pussy like he’s the one getting off on this, hips lazily grinding his hard cock against the mattress for some relief.
“C’mon, princess. Give it to me,” he growls, fingers pumping faster, curling harder. “Wanna feel you cum on my tongue.”
Your orgasm makes you twitch and whimper, thighs locking hard, as you hump his face wet slick gushing from your cunt.
Only when you start weakly pushing at his head does he finally ease off, “Fuck, you taste good when you cum,” he rumbles, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it clean. “So, you were saying, baby?”
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, cóndom breaks, creampíes, unprotected, PÚSSYDRÚNK MEN, size kínks, full neIson, making it fit, biiig stretches, maIe squírting, cúmplay, HEADLOCKS, making them BEG, manhandIing, dúmbifícation, chokíng, ínappropríate use of jujutsu, first times (Choso, Ino), true form Sukuna, dp, marathons, overstím, slight bréeding, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - The stubborn
Your ruthless hips were riding at a sloppy, sensual tempo enough to make the big, bad Toji Fushiguro squirm. Pap after pap enough to make him claw his calloused fingertips into your waist, enough to make him whine–
“Tch- y-your hips.” Gritting his gleaming white canines in a snarl to unsuccessfully hide the way you’d made him stutter, Toji hiccups with every one of your bounces. “Oh my god, your hips, doll- they make me wanna–”
He was struggling. Jaw ticking, mossy eyes narrowed. And you can feel his heavy, stirrin’ red tip twitch inside of you once you lean closer to hear his quieting baritone. “…i-inside.”
“Hmmm– what’s that?” You cup your ear teasingly, “Didn’t hear y- oh!”
And you seriously didn’t think that he wouldn’t bite back, did you? Superhuman reflexes gripping your hips to slam you down once, so hard n’ fast that it makes you keen, groaning only one word—“Inside.”
He wasn’t just begging anymore - he was aching for it.
The meaty mounds of his thighs twitching after every passing second that he wasn’t filling you up, Toji’s chewing down on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from leaking with all those syrupy wads of saliva threatening to depart.
Even more once you’re blinking away the sting of his toned v-line hitting the cheeks of your ass, swervin’ in a wiiiide figure-eight that makes the man below you hiss. “Say ‘please.’”
It’s been like this for far too long now.
Fuck, Toji knows this what he gets - he knows he shouldn’t have mocked your cute, needy self for always wanting to be filled up with all his thick ounces. And now you were brutally torturing him with your clingy wet pussy until he regretted it.
“P-please.” It’s wrenched from the very back of his throat, coated with a primal thickness that makes you shudder. In sultry synchronization with the creaking of the bedsprings as he bucks– “Please- I said it- okay? Inside- hafta cum inside- wanna- need to.”
The last few strings of his rationality snaps as long raven lashes glaze over with a thin film of tears, scarred lips wobbling once you’re giving his ravaged shaft a clench.
He’s so big and achingly stuffed inside of you that you can’t even breathe without feeling the mushy swivels he’s planting all the way in your lungs. You watch his broad pecs simmer with hot, desperate perspiration as he moans. Hazy peripherals half-lidding, “Please let me cum inside you, mama?”
And he’s so sexy like this - shaggy black bangs sticking to his face until he’d almost curtained his greedy gaze, mouth trickling with thin lines of drool, cock ruining you - that you almost give in.
Almost.
“Well, maybe if you say ‘pretty pl-’”
That’s just when Toji gives in, too.
Snaps.
And if you thought that his impatient rut earlier was rude, then you weren’t prepared for the way that he’s starting up a pace that fucks you silly.
Plump, puckered lips drooping languidly ajar as he watched his glistening cock pump deeper into your pussy, breath hitching as if he hadn’t even realized he was milking himself on you. Toji gropes a handful of your right asscheek and helps manhandle you up n’ down like a doll.
Rough. Rugged.
He’s searching for your sweetest spots so accurately that even the slightest brush of his puffy, wide veins leave you dizzy. Weepy divot striking your g-spot hard–
“Fuck- fuck!” Your mind’s being so muddled after every punctuating thrust that you almost don’t notice the way that Toji’s grouchy, deep tone breaks. Cracks, “Driving me fuckin’ crazy with this pretty pussy- fucking mad.”
You’re whimpering, one of Toji’s meaty forearms coming to slouch himself partially upright on the bed and listen closer to every sticky plap! No longer solely riding him - he was drilling into you like he was addicted.
Grunting, “Look at you- look at you.”
“Wh-whaaat–?” You sniffle, chin hitting your chest once turn to where he was staaaaring. Dead-on. Where your saturated pussylips were pried apart until you could see every swollen inch he was pushin’ in, the reddened split-end of his crownhead peeking out before each nudge into your favorite spots.
Rolling his eyes, Toji pitches his voice just a few octaves higher into one that definitively does not sound like you. “‘Wh-wh-what?’ she says.”
Dark brows furrowing, a thin line of sweat traces down either side of his temples as he surges into you so hard that the skin ‘round his pelvis reddens. Right hand leaving half-moon crescent nail marks on your hips, “Yer a reeeeal mean girl, y’know?” He huffs and puffs, palm pressing at the base of your spine to get you to gyrate your hips. He’s fully taken over now - cocky. “Drooling all over me like that n’ n-not expecting me to make a mess, too.”
Batting your heavy eyelids, it takes you a few seconds to actually rover your fingertips over the gleaming wet glaze that was drivelling all down Toji’s tensed core.
From the soaked tufts of Stygian black at the base of his cock to the ridges of his abs, your slurping cunt was just spraying out your essence until he was basking in it.
He watches with a sleazy grin as you’re letting the slicked mess dangle from your digits, sticky.
“Yeah, look at that- look at you.” Words high-pitched n’ breathy, gone - with every nanosecond he’s sloppily planting three repeated slam-slam-slams on your spongy cervix, Toji’s falling apart. “Looking like th-that n’ teasing me and- and ohhh ya won’t be teasing me anymore when m’filling you up, doll.”
Truly, he was just so big and barreling inside of you that it was dissolving your poor brain cells- and right now you couldn’t even remember the incident that’d led to this in the first place. “F-filling?”
“Tha’s riiiight–” He’s grinning, “Gonna fill you up now- gonna fill up that pretty pussy until y-you won’t even hngh- remember what s’like without me inside. Gonna fuck you so full you won’t even be able to speak- to breathe.”
You’re flinching once the battle-worn index of his right hand scrapes a line straight from the treacly edge of your cunt - up, up, up past your tummy and all the way to your throat.
“-gonna fill ya up until right here, mama.”
And usually, Toji would never dare cum before he’d made you reach your high at least three times - wouldn’t even mention such a thing.
Usually.
But right now it’s so much, too much that he’s throwing his sweaty crown back into the silken pillows and squirting. You’d made Toji Fushiguro squirt - hard n’ rough, quickly filling you up with gooey sploshes of sap that all but fountains out of your puffy pussylips.
He feels like he’s about to pass out, like he can’t do anything but twitch his colliding hips into yours to plug you up to the very brim. Animalistic. Barely even there.
It’s so hefty and humid past your dripping entrance that you can feel your skin break out in perspiration, unstable voice coming out awed. “Toji- d-did you just-”
“Shut up.”
Fill you up alright - you were so stuffed right now that you barely even register it when he hooks his palm once more to your waist and flips the two of you over.
Dampened bangs of his sticking to your forehead, eyes almost shuttering, the chubby edge of his mushroomy tip pryin’ apart your gluey walls with a resounding squeeeelch once more.
“Wasteful girl-” One of his free hands skim the pale milky sheen formulated on your inner thighs, leaking. Hypnotized, he thrusts- “Said I wanted to c-cum inside you, not squirt. Buckle up, buttercup.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - “W-will it fit?”
Will it fit. Will it fit-
It’s just about the only thing that your husband can think about right now as he’s dragging his rotund fingertips aaaaall over the soppy slit of your cunt, plugging back the thick droplets of cum that just kept on pouring from between.
But he’d be lying if he said that the notion didn’t make his plump, aching balls twitch—
“Pleeeease, Ken?” You’re jutting your lower lip out cutely into a pout, tugging aside your thoroughly drenched panties further n’ further to let Nanami’s half-opened eyes take it alllll in, in this lecherous full nelson. “Promise I can ngh- take one more.”
“B-but, my love-”
And yet, he can’t stop the way his traitorous hips are creeping back a few inches and ramming straight to his massive hilt. Opening your puffy hole so wide on his sheer circumference that it’s making you all stupidly dizzy.
“Your- your body- I don’t wanna hurt you and–” His long blond lashes sweep the edges of his cheekbones as he blinks blearily down at you, sensitivity making him tear up. “I don’t know if I even can anymore-”
Push after push he’s outlining your mushy walls trying to cream himself on you, wringing himself dry. Trying. Brain sparking as he tries to wrench out a few more ribbony droplets of saccharine sap.
You’re mewling, hips jerking back n’ forth with sensitivity once the cold metal of Nanami’s wristwatch scrapes your outer pussy. Pressing deeply into your heated flesh as he snags a few thick digits ‘round your lacy panties, to tug- “But-” and riiiiip it off before you know it. “-if my pretty wife asks…”
Anything you want is yours - including if you want to be stuffed so full to the brim of your soft, syrupy pussy until you can feel him in your damn lungs.
And that’s exactly what Nanami’s doing. Twisting the glazed remnants of that flimsy underwear around his right hand, choking your pretty neck with his left hand. He’s mazing his fattened, cherry-colored tip through your walls until he’s splitting you apart.
So thick that the sheer size of him makes you sob, your legs twitching upwards once he hits the gooey back of your pussy so hard that your mind numbs. “So good- so good I can’t help but keep wanting to hah! fill you up.”
“Oh- oh, just like that–! Want it- ngh- make me your cumdump, Kento.”
“Cumdump- cumdump, huh?” His gravelly tone makes your entrance quiver, gushing walls clenching when he’s surging back to stuff himself inside snugly. Aching for that burning stretch of him, “You like it all inside, darlin’?”
And it’s a rhetorical question - but your sloppy cunt’s squelching out a few answering noises anyway. So fucking wet that even the slighest gyration stirring up your velvety innards slops out a wet puddle.
“O-ohhhh–” He’s groaning, plush lower lip wobbling ever-so-slightly at the sound that sings like music to his ears. “You wanna talk to me baby- s’that it?”
You’re whimpering, goosebumps skittering all over your skin as Nanami’s strong tannish arms push you around - bending you further, more pliably, practically in half as he’s sprawling your thighs over his meaty ones and streeeetching until he can push his fat, reddened cock even deeper. “Oh- you want me to go ngh- deeper? Anything for you, my love. Anything.”
Unsure whether he’s talking to you or your bulging pussy, he’s clawing one of his hands up to his flared nostrils and sniiiffing your wettened panties.
Groaning, “Yeah- yeah.” Nodding- the sensible, stoic Nanami Kento was completely and utterly pussydrunk. Hoarse, “Oh, your s-sweet pussy’s just begging for me to cum inside.”
With a particularly rough scratch of his bawling orifice along your cervix, you’re wailing out shrilly, “Want it- p-please, give it t’me.”
You knew how to read him so easily, because all it takes is another saturated clench before Nanami’s finding his head thrown back. Maw hotly ajaw, golden happy trail scratching your back with a shiver.
“Can I? Can I really?” And there’s something cracked and broken, octaves-higher at the back of his gentle baritone voice. Still in disbelief as he’s plunging his hips into you even sloppier, harder. So, so desperate to make his tenderly overstimulated cock finally cum, “Can’t hah! help it…can’t help it can’t- ngh! Your pussy’s too good s’making an animal outta me.”
“Don’t- miss—ngh!‘ Tearful eyes rolling around in circular patterns like in some cartoon, Nanami has to reach over his left hand until he can tug your chin down to make you watch. Watch the show.
“Promise not to miss, darlin’.”
Won’t miss - couldn’t miss even if he tried, Nanami was dead set on slapping your bruised g-spot until it makes your vision blotch with white.
The exact same creamy ivory that forths out of your greedy cunt once he’s finally, finally hitting his lecherous high. Finishing off in such a wet, primal way that coats both your folds with a glossy polish, his ribbons of cum are so scalding hot that your thighs start getting clammy with slick n’ sweat.
Nibbling down on your plush lower lip, “F-feels so good- hck!”
Full enough that your hole’s being pushed widely agape by Nanami’s rummaging cock until his syrupy cum leaks out. He’s planting two firm feet on the mattress to rut and rut and milk himself, sensitive veins rubbin’ up until tears spring to his hooded peripherals. “You like it a-allll inside, huh? Feel me all up in- here.”
The knobbled end of his thumb comes snaking down stealthily, drawing a little cum-covered heart on the slope of your pussy.
It lets out the wettest, most sinful plop! as you watch Nanami suck off the milky excess, groaning. Pushing his nosebridge back into your stringy panties, it’s as if your pheromones were enough to drive him mad all over again. “Wonder if a third one would fit, my love?”
♡ GETO SUGURU - MEAN!
“N-not yet.” You’re piping up smugly for about the nth time tonight, the rounded mounds of your ass pushing back on Geto’s sharp hipbones until he’s gritting his teeth and forcing himself not to cum.
Not to just cream your gummy walls fully in heaping oodles like he oh-so-badly needed to.
The pretty apples of his cheeks blushing raw n’ red at your endless teasing, Geto spanks his slender palm down on your right ass cheek and watches you shiver. Tiny, wracking trembles of yours turning into full-on gasps once you feel the way he only grows harder. Thicker.
“H-heh, y’know I get bigger when you’re mean to me, gorgeous.” He groans in your ear, raspy and ruined once his big, beefy left forearm comes to trap your throat in a fucking headlock. And he wasn’t merciful, either - Geto’s pushin’ his bicep close until you could feel every vein covering him. “You must really like this biiiig fucking cock then, huh?”
Taking you feverishly from behind, he was just so damn big that you’re feeling his pudgy cockhead push into your lungs.
Dragging a wet line of precum that lets his throbbing shaft slip n’ slide rapidly inside, every plap! of sticky skin-on-skin makes your hazy pupils swirl stupidly in circles inside your eyeballs. Whining, “You’re s-sooo mean, shouldn’t ever let you cum inside, Suguru.”
“I’m mean- I’m mean?” Something scratchy and pitched cracks at the back of his chuckle, gaze dilating wider like he couldn’t even believe what he was hearing. Crazed. “Tellin’ me I-I’m mean when-”
Trailing off, his plush, pink lips pucker up n’ swat your tender slope with a fat wad of saliva. Left hand sneaking slightly past your puffy lips to watch it sliiiide straight down your drooling slit, “-when you’re this fucking wet n’ expecting me not to cum inside?”
You’re so sappily drenched that every harsh rut is making you gush out in all but torrents, a few beads of slick starting to drizzle down your inner thighs.
But of course, Geto Suguru couldn’t have that.
And without a second thought, he’s dragging his thick ringed fingers down those translucent gumdrops and slipping them into his mouth. Groaning at the sweetness, “Look h-how much you’re begging- how much you’re- hah! sucking me up.”
So snug inside your cute pussy that every creeping reel of his hips backwards left you bouncing too- the sight is so cute that Geto can’t help but splash out yet another treacly stream of spittle.
“O-oh my god, Sugu–!”
“If ya can take that, then you can take this.”
And then he’s just smoochin’ your g-spot softly, once– the last bit of niceness you get before simply bruising the tippy-top of his crowned reddish tip against his favorite target. Geto’s accuracy rate is a deadly 100% and it drives you wild, knees knocking against each other as you clench.
“O-oh.” The mere velvety hug of your tight walls enough to have him leaning his upper-body over - dark monks’ robes still half-on and disheveled - till the tufts of curly black hair atop his hilt scratch your spine sensitively. Breath hitching, voice guttural. “Evil girl. Evil-” Headlock tightening, “-evil. You drive me craaaaazy.”
Practically melting.
Geto’s skin was scalding hot and glued to your back, sweat-simmered forehead hitting the crook of your neck, a low trail of saliva gushes out of his mouth and hits your shoulder with a splat! splat! splat!
It’s as if he was out of control, the twitching fringes of his digits rover down to your neglected clit and roll his frigid metal rings on top. “Tell me.”
Hiccuping at both the toying on your delicate nub and the way that your heated pants get lodged in your throat, Geto’s sculptured arms manhandle your airway to constrict. You’re whining, “T-tell you what-”
He gifts the slippery hood of your clit with a slight pinch– tone raspy and hot against the shell of your ear. “Tell me what you want, gorgeous.”
Oh, he had you.
“P-please!” You were done for. And with only a few more vulgar streaks of sloppy precum being poured into your channel, your core aches for more more more. “Want you to cum i-inside, Suguru–”
And you had him just as much. His entire muscular weight sagging on top of yours until your cheek was being firmly pressed into the soft futon, the silken fabrics and ridges of his abs glissading clammily down your arched spine.
He groans in a hoarse drag, “Thaaaat’s more like it. S’better when you beg, gorgeous. Take it-” Every single syllable being punctuated with a solid battering ram, he was simply milking himself on your sweltering hot pussy. “-take it.”
You’re hitting your wave of bliss so suddenly that you don’t even realize until Geto throws his head back with a drawn-out ‘fuh-fuuuuck!’
Every hit after direct hit sending stars twittering in your bleary vision, the pleasure was just so much that it makes your knees weaken and hit the ground. “Please- please please please–”
The chilling coldness of his tongue piercing glides down your maw just in time with the slurping splash of dewy wet cum streaking your cunt. A thick white syrup that glues your pussylips together and makes such a soiling puddle underneath you two, Geto was cumming harder than he had in his entire life.
You’re sucking mindlessly on the very tip of his candied tongue, silver studded piercing flashing inside your heated mouth. “Suguru I–” Mewling at the warmth of the sheen dripping from your outer pussy, your sloppy hole is just gushing at this point. “-it feels so good.”
“Shut up.” Geto hisses through thoroughly bitten teeth, the sound of your pretty voice too much now that he’s tumbling straight into his own high. Leaning over, “Shut up shut up- sh-shut- nghhh–”
And it’s almost as if he’d just remembered his lecherous hold on you, snugly pulling on the headlock until you’re choking cutely on your words.
He’s pushing you down, down, down and stirring his heavy length, all the way from his sagging hilt to the very plump, plum-colored tip. Digging in deep at the very bottom, “Say anythin’ else in that pretty voice and it’s going to make me want to c-cum again, gorgeous.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - Mind-BREAK
And it wasn’t just the slick rubber condom that was tearing at the edges – truthfully, it was Choso’s sanity, too.
Because the very moment you’re batting your prettily lashes up at him, mewling to ‘please please’ keep going- well, the half-curse finds his towering body wracking with the rawest, neediest shivers. Panting.
Shaking.
The edges of his pearly whites biting straight down into his bottom lip as his hot, cherry-red tip peeks out of the condom and slips right into your raw cunt. Just bawling in creamy wet droplets of pre, frothing down your quivering pussy.
“R-raw?” Choso’s trembling out, the cutest husky whine cracking at the end of his deep voice. And he’s gnawing down on the inside of his cheek to stop from whining once you nod. “I can really…raw?”
Snuggling him to your heaving chest with a pull at his sweat-matted locks, “Mhm– please, Cho. No need to be shy, I wan’ it all inside.”
“Wh-when you say ‘all’ inside…”
Oh, fuck. Your sweet boyfriend’s cock is so thick that he’s ravaging you from the inside out, swelling n’ bulging a few more lecherous centimeters wider so that that stupid lil’ rubber is torn clean off of him. You’re throwing your head into your soft pillows once you feel his mazing veins scrape-scrape-scraaaaape along your dewy walls, so laaazily.
Choso respires a few unsteady inhales as he’s urgently tugging off the shattered remains of the condom, slender soft tips of his digits then moving to give himself a pinch. Rasping, “S’real-” To give your perky clit a pinch. His eyes widen, “S’real s’real- it’s-”
You’re whining, hips bucking restlessly up where he was stuffing your cunt with rapid, ruined half-ruts. Over and over- like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. “O-of course it’s real, baby.”
Like he couldn’t do anything else.
“No, but- but it’s real-” Choso’s voice breaks as he’s pleading with you, granting your clit one last pinch. “M’going in raw and oh–!” Chestnut lashes flapping helplessly at the slick velvety feeling inside of you, you were hugging his throbbing length so warm, so tightly that he could feel his thighs twitch. “Fuck- I’m gonna fuck you now. Gonna fuck you for real.”
Not even registering that his hips already were pounding into you. He’s slouching over to ram faster, harder.
“Oh, m’already fucking you…”
The stretch so wide that your knees thrash weakly, “Shit- shit, feels so good, Choso– keep going.”
With a stolen peek at your bulging folds, Choso gingerly wraps his long fingers ‘round either side of your squirming hips to keep on pushing forward; even the slightest recoil making him grunt. More.
With a particularly harsh ba-dump–! of his slimy, curvaceous tip probin’ into your cervix, he finds his breath hitching. As if he’d just had an epiphany- “Does that ngh- mean I can do that thing called a….” Boring deep into your eyes, his steamily hot shaft releases a gooey line of precum. Jolting with excitement. “-a creampie, baby?”
Oh.
Oh.
Now that he’d had one taste, he wanted the entire meal. All three courses that made the man salivate at the mere thought.
Your spit-glittered lips droop into the perfect ‘o’ once the words finally sink in, moaning. “Wh-where do you even find this- out- hck! Cho?”
Now, Choso wasn’t experienced, not even close - but even he could feel the way your soppy pussylips were getting so much damper with arousal. Stamping a glistening kiss on his hilt that he wishes he could tattoo- “Read about it- online- and I–”
He’s breaking off with a fucked-out groan at the beaded droplets of moisture seeping from your entrance, pouring out with a splat! after every punctuating thrust.
And Choso doesn’t even realize how he’s moving - doesn’t even register the fact that he’s gripping your boneless legs and throwing them on his shoulders until you sob. Heels digging into his flexed deltoids, front meeting his tense abs, pushed into such a filthy mating press.
“-and I think m’gonna fucking die if I don’t fill up this pretty pussy, baby.”
“O-oh, fuck!” You’re shrilling through your clenched teeth every time he’s arching his muscular back to strike your g-spot precisely, filling your nooks and orifices with a clingy second skin of sap.
Choso fucks you straight through the mattress of your bed like he yearns for you - sloppy, sensual drags of his painfully-hard cock. “You wanna hngh! cum inside?”
“Please- please.” He’s gasping, strawberry divot leaking from the end of his long length with every vulgar stroke. “I want it. Need it- d-don’t know if I’ll be able to last with this cute cunt so raw n’ wet and raw.”
His parched Adam’s apple bobs carnally once you slide your greedy palms all over his luscious pecs, tuggin’ on those rose-pink nipples till he shivers. Down, down, down.
And he’s just too pretty with his eyes glazed-over with tears, gaze fiery through the cracks in his bangs. You just can’t help but waft your hands over each of his eight rippling abs and tease- “Tell me- how badly?”
Cutely pathetic wobbles taking over his rosy lips, “Badly- badly. Please, I’ll beg-” Choso’s beefy arms grip onto your hips stronger until you’re halfway through being lifted clean off the rickety bedsprings. You’ve ruined him- fuck, you’ve ruined him. A primally desperate expression taking over his features, “M’begging, please let me c-cum inside. Promise I’ll make you feel eeeeevery single inch- eeeeevery single- drop.”
Blinking, “Every?”
“Every.” And Choso’s just about ready to open his dry mouth and plead some more, to fuck the answer out of you. That is- before the hands that’d been tracing his dark happy trail end up slithering downwards, just barely reaching over to caress his rounded pink ballsack. “Ev- oh.”
To make him cum and cum harder than he ever has in his entire life.
When it rains, it pours - and Choso was simply flooding your poor, snug core with messy topping upon topping of white, syrupy seed. So much of it splashing against the circular bruises he’d made at the back of your pussy and rapidly overfilling you from the inside.
You can feel your warmly fuzzy mind sparking something primal with every spurt stuffed inside of you- and he wasn’t just pushing it inside, he was battering you with it.
Quick, aggressive spanks of his toned v-line into the underside of your thighs. He puffs out in a sweltering cloud of breath, eyeliner smudged through tears. “Fuh-fuck! Fuck fuck fuck- so this is a c-creampie? S’this how m’supposed to hngh- fill your pussy up, baby?”
Dolloping out a milky wad of cum that’d webbed around his bulky base, he’s coating his thumb in all of those juices and drawin’ a cute heart on top of your clit. Pressing down hard to make you cry out oh-so-prettily–
“Mhmm– you’re pussydrunk, Cho.” You’re managing to giggle out, fingers brushing away a stray strand of brown that’d plastered onto his sweat-glossed forehead.
Fingers that your boyfriend catches between his honed canines and bites. Hard.
Left hand angrily fisting the drenched hilt of his cock, palm smearing with a buzzing layer of Blood Manipulation. Of power that forces his weepy tip to pulse and harden– again. Again. “Oh, you’re about to see ‘pussydrunk’, baby.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - The big
“-two—three–hck!” You’re keening at the humidly burning stretch of your arched spine, bleary eyes falling over your shoulder and behind to where you were riding the great King of Curses in reverse. Well, more like splitting your poor pussy open–
Been like this for so, so long - a marathon. You could already feel the glittery ringlet of cum from rounds prior sinfully tickling your wide entrance, splosh! goes that cute tummy bulge he was fucking into you.
Flapping your tear-stained eyelashes, your voice cracks as you slip yourself down yet another one of his thick, barreling dual inches. So sensitive. “-f-four?”
“Keh- nice try.” Sukuna claws one of his four palms across your hips, using just the tiniest bit of his strength to draaaaag you down his copious, throbbing lengths. So much of him filling you up that it makes your head dizzy, “But no, mama, you’re eight inches in.”
Eight- eight?
Oh, the mere notion is enough for you to weaken your knees and let two of his monstrously massive palms take control.
Giving your right ass cheek a rude spank, “And only…” A third of his big, beefy arms measuring out the remaining girths that were puffy and aching to be stuffed inside of you. “-almost halfway more to go.”
“H-half- oh!”
Before that sentence has even registered in your mind, he’s tapping your trembly thighs open and giving a thorough slam that pries your gluey walls oh-so-apart. All but making you scream–
“Shush now- and let this pretty pussy be the one talking.” Sukuna licks his lips with a thin layer of spittle at the way you’re sucking him up ravenously. Every slap of his probin’ crownhead inside beading a few dewy droplets of precum that pour out with a sluuuurp. “What’s that? What’s that?”
Your moans are halfway through flooding your mouth before you realize that he isn’t even speaking to you.
No- no, he’s drifting his beady crimson eyes down to coo at your bulging pussylips. Bouncin’ your lecherous hips in swerving motions, he leans in even closer to listen to her.
“Ohhh, sloppy girl–” Sukuna puffs out through sweltering, stilted breaths. And you’re flinching at the dampened sliiiide of something wet and hot slithering between your swollen folds. Trawling a saturated layer of spittle with his damn cursed mouth, making a mess of the syrupy white seed leaking out. “-you want more, huh? I dunnoooo, better ask the missus.”
More.
More more more.
You were so full to your filthy brim that every minute movement made the knotted wads of cum inside of you splash.
Thighs trembling as you’re riding out a shallow, sensual pace, “M-more? What do you mean- ngh-”
Smack! goes the way that the king plants down yet another hefty slap, all of his fleshy fingertips branding permanently on your heated skin. “You know what I mean, lil’ human.” Sukuna’s so monstrously big that the slightest buck of his muscular thighs makes your driveling cunt sound out a squelch! “She wants ta be stuffed even more. Heh- greedy.”
“W-will it even fit, Kuna–?”
“Awww- see? I tried, girl.” Turning back to your lil’ stuffed pussy, you’re watching from the front as he puckers his lips in faux sympathy.
So filthy with his rummaging cocks that every hammering thrust makes him slide against the other, the zig-zagging lines of his veins massaging your sweet spots just right. Pullin’ apart your sappy cunt until you were just struggling to keep up the sheer stretch.
He’s soaking out a bucketload of buttery pre that sparked more of those noises he loved so much. “S’that so? Want me to ask again? Wan’ it haaa– that bad, huh?” Turning back to you, the underside of Sukuna’s cursed tongue flattens to roam over like a tendril, giving your clit a spank. “Begging- s’that what you want? The king to beg?”
And oh. Oh- if any one of his cursed subjects could overhear the king right now then they would have fainted
Jaw dropped, hips faltering, eyelids fluttering to try and dredge up some ounce of your rationality. “B-beg?”
“Mhm—” And, well, part of Sukuna thought it’d be a joke, part of Sukuna was so pussydrunk that he was just babbling. Slithering his sizzling tastebuds all over your sheeny inner-thighs, spearheading you with his bulbous tips until he’s swiping all the way on your cervix. Twice. “C’mon, girl. M’begging- begging here to cum inside, kissin’ your feet and all.”
The mouth slashed across his sculptured front titters, lightly craning over to plant a few smooches all over your ankles. He hums, “See? See? M’begging- c’mon, girl, milk me dry- milk the king dry. Look at how you’ve got me.”
And your hips - oh, your birthing hips are so good that it has his crown scalp overheating, fuzzy every time the globes of your ass jiggle sensually down onto his tattooed hips.
Hitting, hitting, hitting.
Until your flesh is stinging and raw, heavy spitballs falling out from your mouth - enough to make your words incoherent. “Th-then please.” A hot stream of tears hitting your cheeks, “Please.”
“P-please.”
And that last beg wasn’t one from your parched lips - it was one from his. Ryomen Sukuna unfastening his sharp jaw to let his trembling baritone crack with what sounds like a whimper once you’re hitting your high.
And then he cums.
With both matchingly rock-hard ends of his shafts, the ridges of his tip catch on your softest spot and drench it in silvery bouts of syrupy white seed. Pumping and pumping you full until he can trek a hand up to about halfway down your tummy and pat the lil’ cylindrical outline.
You’re thrashing at the zaps of pleasure that blur your vision, “It’s s-shoooo full–! Hck! It’s so full, Kuna–”
“How cuuuute–.” His whispers make shivers run down your spine, curling a hand ‘round your throat so that he can gnaw his gnarly canines down your throat.
The split-ended edges of his tongue slip along the slimy ribbons of cum that trickle out of your creamy pussy. Lapping up every inch of you, “She’s happy heh- look at her.”
Until a carnal scratch along your slippery slit makes your wet pussy squeeeelch, “O-oh, she’s saying–” You’re craning your head to meet Sukuna’s half-lidded, glowing eyes and oh- oh, you were fucked. Because Ryomen Sukuna whimpers, “-she wants more…”
♡ INO TAKUMA - 1st.
“First-” Departs Ino’s gruff whine, panted right into the crook of your neck while he squeezes you to his toned front. “M-my first time- is this really real? Really reeeally real?”
A pretty smile tugs on your spit-slicked lips, enough to make Ino want to cum right then and there. “Of course- why, baby?”
“B-because it doesn’t feel real, pretty.” Comes his sultry, low-toned answer, wrinkling his nose and grunting at the squelching slip n’ slide of your oversaturated folds down his reddened cock. You’re biting down on the plush of your lower lip when his puffy veins scratch your outer pussy sensually. “Can’t believe m’going to- to…”
Ino’s so drunk on your sweet, sweet pussy that he’s already run out of words.
The tawny strands of his bangs covering his eyes, his heart-shaped pupils are fully starstruck once he pushes the pointed globe of his cockhead into your hole.
Breath hiccuping. Panting.
Throat ripping with a cracked whimper as he’s easing in, “Can’t believe that you f-feel so good and-” Dizzy pupil locked on the way he’s pushing your bloated lips so far apart- Ino’s so damn thick that just the simplest few inches is enough to make your knees weak. “-a-and fuuuuck…m’not gonna last.”
Not a few more minutes, not even for a few more breaths. Just one squelching touch and he’s finding himself gone already.
Ino’s further spreading his capped knees on the bed to rut and rut and rut like he’s trying to milk himself stupid. Slicked, glistening stripes of pre dripping down either side of your heated thigh, he’s making such a mess.
“Aww— you wanna ngh- cum inside, Taku–?” You’re coaxing through his mindless pace, pushing with the left-leaning angle of his fat length like he was addicted.
And he was- oh, he was addicted. So, so addicted that just the mere idea - just hearing those words fall from your puckered lips - was enough for him to want to cum right then and there.
Gnawing on his plump, cherry-pink bottom lip, “Yes- yes, please.” He’s breathing out, soft panting gasps hitting your face like a scorching breeze. And his fuzzy happy trail is making your clit rub raaaw once he starts glissading even deeper inside. “C-can I cum inside, sweetness?”
“Hmm–” You’re pretending to think whilst he patiently waits, “I dunno—”
And you watch as he stalls, you watch as he falters. You watch that dopey, ruined smile plastered all over his face sag ever-so-slightly, that strawberry orifice weeping from the end of his cock pulsing angrily in response. That is- until you’re plowing on teasingly, “How badly do you want it, baby?”
Oh, and Ino can only think to go harder- a chance, you’re really giving him a chance.
Drilling his slick-lustred girth into you faster, rougher- he’s gritting his teeth and pounding all his voluminous, plumpened inches inside like a madman. “Badly- so, so badly–” Words coming out a throaty croon, he’s almost yelping from the back of his throat at the raw sting of slamming flesh.
“Hmm- now where are those manners?”
“P-please. Please, pretty? Please let me ngh! cum inside? I’ll do anything.”
“Anything–?”
“Anything.” Ino nods and nods, tumbling over his unsteady fingers to wrap ‘round your perked, swollen clit like he’d read online. “I’ll do anything.”
And what he said - he meant.
He’s scouring his bloated cockhead till you feel him dig a deep crater into your g-spot, a rounded bruise the exact size of his thick circumference. Ino might be the sweetest, but his jackhammering tempo certainly wasn’t. “Anything- I-I’ll clean up after and take care of you and kiss you to sleep and…”
Mouth flooding with a glinting few droplets of saliva, falling into the perfect oh! once he’s locking his eyes with your syrupy cunt once again. How pretty.
Grinning, “-and marry you.”
And he barely even hears it - that tiny, mewling ‘i-inside!’ that you’re letting off before Ino’s cottony eardrums pop! and he’s suddenly all but bursting inside of you.
Straight streaks of cum that clog your cunt sweetly from the inside out, you throw your head back at the noisy squeeelch–! that thunders out from between your soppy pussylips. Ino’s ropy liquid showering your hole in white and trickling out in a lil’ puddle.
“S-so good.” You huff out, thighs sticking to each other with the glue-like texture of his seed.
He’s finding himself hypnotized by the slicked mess, by how ruined you look. And it’s a sight so heavenly that Ino’s barely out of the woods of his waves of euphoria - hazel eyes teary, thighs still twitching, the mushroomed ridge of his length coating with even more layers of splashing cum as soon as he’s hastily pulling out.
“S-said I’d do anything, pretty.” He mutters, now positioned near the end of your dampened bed where he’s pushing himself deeply into your puffed-up pussylips.
One hand bullying your jittery thighs open, the other wrapping around his bulked hilt and seeping reverse cursed energy through his skin.
More, he needed more. And he’s making himself harder—
And Ino always did look so pretty - but right now? With his brown hair unruly, eyes sleepy, delicate mouth glossed in a thick coating of liquid that drips all the way from his upper lip to his chin? You think he’s never looked more beautiful.
Swollen lips latching ‘round your tender clit, you’re seeing literal stars as he sucks on that ravaged lil’ nub like his favorite gummy candy, licking off that salty ivory topping. “N’ first up was haaaah- cleaning you up.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - The addicted
“Aww, look at you, sweetheart- just look at you.” Gojo’s raw, ruined voicebox huffs out, biting down on his plump lower lip that just won’t stop grinning pussydrunkenly. “You want me to cum inside you soooo bad.”
You’re huffing out between every pointed thrust he’s easing inside you from behind, prying apart your glue-topped pussylips with a squelch. “A-as if, don’t think you’re ngh! off the hook already, Satoru.”
And that really would’ve been more effective if your sloppy cunt wasn’t just slobbering out ropey wads of sap with every passing second. Gojo’s thick, barreling cock so swollen that every brush of his candy-red tip leaves you gasping.
It almost makes you forget that you were really supposed to give your husband an earful for skiving off of yet another jujutsu meeting. But that was so goddamn hard when he was fucking you like this.
“But you called me ‘Satoru’—” He’s humming in your ear, words dipping into such a whiny territory. With a stinging spank of his vibrating, cursed energy-capped fingertips on your clit he has you arching into him.
Tilting his head with such a cocky, cocky grin. “See? See–?” Gojo hoists his muscular leg up until the plane of his foot rests upon your head, rudely. “Don’t lie- You want the strongest to cum in you, don’tcha?”
Forced to bite down on the mushy innards of your cheek to keep yourself from fucking screaming - or worse, completely and utterly agreeing with him. Instead, you’re only perking your hips up minutely so that his rummaging pounds can probe an even deeper bruising circle on your cervix.
Hard.
Desperate.
So, of course Gojo Satoru and his blazing Six Eyes will notice.
Of course, he’ll crack out a low snicker as he abuses that special power to stir his fleshy cockhead around and around, giving your g-spot a good whack.
“Oh you do—” He’s crooning out from behind you, tone scratchy, octaves higher. And the inkling of something so raw and dark seeped into his tone is enough to make you whimper. “-you do you do you do.”
“Fuh-fuck–!” Thighs clenching as he swats them upright and arches you into some of the most vicious thrusts. Bottomed out, drenched all the way to his bloated hilt, and yet he was still pushing and pushing to fit further inside.
He needed you - wanted you to be so full of him you couldn’t even think. The tight curvature of his fattened balls kneading into the base of your wet cunt, “Tell me you want it- tell me.”
“N-not until you start attending your meetings- ngh!”
“Ohhh I love a mouthy girl.” He titters, flexible body bending until he’s so sinfully close to your ear. Gojo’s melding you deeper into the mattress with every second, every jackhammer, every squeeze of his foot bullying on top of your head and making all the blood in your body rush up there, dizzyingly.
With a precisely-planned knock-knock-knock on your soft womb, he’s rutting his toned v-line into you like he was going craaaazy. Plum-shaped crown of his cock squirting out just a warning few ribbons of sappy precum— “But I’d prefer if that mouth was used for haaaa- something else, my girl. How are you gonna have this hngh- biiig fuckin’ cock inside you and not want me to fill ya up, huh?”
Pushed so deeply into the puffy silken cover of your pillows that your next words are incoherent–
“Louder.” Usually-melodic voice now stern, almost feral. His sapphire blue eyes were bolting with flecks of lightning.
Again- and again your words are nothing but blubbers of moans and syrupy saliva that just kept on flooding from your mouth with sheer bliss. Dangling from your lips, “I- ngh- Toru–”
“Louder.”
And then finally - finally - Gojo’s easing the pressure of his foot just enough to make your agape maw lift off the bed with a muggy pwah! Moaning into the steaming hot puddle of drool that you’d collected, “Don’t make me- ngh…s-sex- ban-”
It’s barely audible, barely understandable.
But to the strongest, it’s as if his entire body is just rattling at the sudden sentence. Jujutsu powers snapping out of control until he suddenly had you laid out on your back against the bedsprings; thighs on his buff shoulders, cock nuzzling your g-spot in split-seconds.
Teleporting the two of you into a mating press.
Gojo reels until he’s just bucking savagely into you, cadence feverish - frenzied. Not even fully slamming from the pre-capped fringe of his tip anymore, just half-thrusts that have you wailing shrilly.
“No-” He’s hissing at the clenching feeling of your cozy walls, pressing the curves of his prominent veins just right against your g-spot. He didn’t even need to use Six Eyes anymore, he was mapping out and filling every single nook and cranny of you. “No no no no- no- it was a joke- a joke, see?”
A nervous bout of lilted laughter bursts out in a puff against your face, and glossy strings of drool just spill from his swollen lips.
Soft, they’re kissing n’ kissing you until you’re dazed. “A j-joke, huh?”
“Yes- please. Please let me- haaaa- inside.”
And you’re swearing that his harshly pillaging girth pulses even fatter n’ harder after those next words escape your mouth. “I- hck! Fine- inside. Want it mmm– inside, Toru.”
“O-oh.”
And then he’s gasping, he’s shivering.
Sculptured body collapsing into yours until you’re feeling every massaging push of his firm pecs, his washboard abs. Pace so hard that you’re pushed further and further up the headboard with only the recoil of his cock bashing into your sweetest spots.
But Gojo doesn’t see it that way - Gojo can’t think of anything at all other than the fact that your cute dripping cunt might be running from him and he just can’t have that.
“Come back, sweetheart-” He’s hiccuping, mindlessly activating a few tendrils of cursed energy that keep you in place. “Come back come back come back so that I can- hck! can…”
Gojo doesn’t even have the privilege of finishing his sentence before he’s doing what he’s been yearning to do for so long.
Pumping your hot pussy full with thick, ropey wads of cum that glue your plush walls together from side to side. And it feels so heavenly to finally reach his finish line inside you, whimpering at the lecherously sticky slosh of drooling sap he’s rummaging with each thrust.
Pearly whites sinking into his trembling lower lip, “Nghhhh- yeah that’s it, my girl. Look at me fucking you, that’s it- take it all.”
Making such a mess - making you so dumb on his cock. Gojo mutters to himself dazedly over the slurps and moans you’re letting off- thick n’ raspy. He counts down, “Three…two…” Before dragging his energy-coated thumb once over your clit, “-one!”
And it wasn’t just his Six Eyes that told him you were cumming - it was your pretty pussy.
Completely shattered, your pillowy insides are clamping down on him so hard that he’s rutting against it and fighting to plunge his sagging cock deeper into your slippery channel. Head throwing, eyes crashing with tears at the sheer bliss- “Toru- Toru!”
“Yeah- I got you, sweetheart, your Toru’s got you.” Gojo wheezes out, and he doesn’t know what he loves more - you, or you when he’s fucking his fat webs of cum inside you.
Frothing out a creamy white coating from your leaky entrance, so thick that he’s swabbing his thumb down your slit to clear up the mess. Voice shattering with something that sounds like the last remnants of his sanity, “O-one down.” He looks from his proud creampie to your face, gifting you with a big battering ram. Chuckling, “Five more to go.”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - OVERTIME
Higuruma was late.
He was so, so late for work— but did that really matter when he had you - his gorgeous wife - sprawled all over the living room couch, so pretty and fucked-out while he pounded away into you like a madman for the nth time this morning?
This was heaven.
Well- it would be heaven if he wasn’t so damn late-
“Sugar- angel-” Higuruma’s pants through clenched teeth, seething every time he swivels his aching, red-hot tip into your mushiest crevices. Unable to make himself stop. “-my wife.”
You’re finding your swollen folds fluttering at the gravelly tonality of his voice; your sensible, hard-working husband reduced to this. And the thought is enough to make you smile, “Mhmm– m’here, Hiromi.”
Hell, you n’ that sweet pussy of yours was so addictive that he half-wished you weren’t.
Well, not really- never really. And Higuruma’s loosening his dark tie with a heady tut- “Look at how you’ve r-ruined me.” Almost incredulous, he can’t help but lock his eyes down on the soppy, dampening patch of sap that was starting to formulate on his formal pants.
Disheveled, suit jacket slacking off whilst he slouches his shoulder muscles over and gives your cervix a few more sensual slams. Milking himself. Milking you.
Darkly muttering, “This one’s the last one before I g-go to work. Just a quickie, angel- just a quickie before I oh-” Shit, he can’t even finish that sentence before feeling his tightened balls flinch at your gushing clench.
“You said that hah! last time, too-”
“Well, this time I mean it.” And if you didn’t know any better then you’d be swearing that Higuruma’s pale pink lips were pulling into a pout, dark eyes narrowing down at you. “This time I r-really mean it–” He utters as he’s rovering two roughened palms underneath your thighs to throw them over his shoulders.
The crowned globe of his curvaceous tip scratching a carnal itch at your cervix as he’s leaning his hips in and bending. Down, down, down until both you and the aged couch are singing with delight, “-I really- really…”
But one look - just one, proper look at you all bent into this mindless mating press, leaking a creamy frosting of cum from between your legs - and Higuruma is done for.
Larynx ripping with a hoarse groan like he already knew he lost, he’s drawling out. Syllables slurring together as if he was drunk, “Sugar…”
“Yeeess, Hiromi?”
Dazed already. “Have I ever told you how much I ngh- love you?” Higuruma’s sharp nosebridge crinkles at the very top when he snarls. You’re squealing once his thick office button-up starts rubbin’ on your hardened nipples, “How much I love- her.”
And by her, who else could it be?
You’re whimpering, back arching off of the perspiration stain you’d created on the cushion once he’s snaking his left hand to your clit and toying. Rolling over the cold, mean edge of his wedding ring right where you were the most sensitive- Higuruma only watches and watches as that makes you pour out hefty bucketloads of cum.
Bobbing Adam’s apple parched, not only does he gaze - he stares. Hypnotized. “Th-think my wife needs to be ngh- filled up, actually.”
“M-more?” Your voice crackles out, eyes widening at the already-lecherous feeling of him increasing his sloppy strokes until your snug channel feels bloated. Stretching and stretching.
“More.”
A bead of sweat drips from the side of his dark, slicked-back hair and hits your chest with a striking splat! Precisely in unison with when he’s whacking into your g-spot so hard you’re seeing white pop up in your vision. Growling, “M’serious- r-really wanna cum inside.”
And he wasn’t just fucking you mean, he was leaving your clit all bruised n’ extra swollen, too.
“No- really need to cum inside.” Clearing his throat ever-so-slightly, Higuruma’s dewy raven eyes gaze upon you through his long lashes. So sexy like this that you’re feeling your mouth water with your answer already, “C-can I? Please- please, can I?”
Oh. You just made stern, stoic Higuruma beg.
And now that he’d started, he couldn’t stop.
Harder and harder.
Rumbling baritone already fraying at the edges- he’s growing more n’ more feverish with each disturbed dollop of cum that sprayed out of you. “Look at h-her- oh, just look at her.” Blinking his heavy lids furiously to clear out some semblance of his vision, “Fuck the time- fuck work, she’s mine.”
You’re rutting your hips to meet his, a splatter of saliva growing from your mouth due to his sheer dumbifying pace. “Yours- p-please- yours-”
“And I’m yours-” Higuruma gasps- as if anything else would be wrong. Nosing down the line of your throat, your essence was so addictive that he could almost taste it. Faster. Harder. “So how could I n-not cum inside my pretty lil’ wife? And if we get a cute kid nine months later then…”
Milking himself on you, ruining himself. He was already so sensitive that only a few slicked glissades across your cunt make his half-lidded eyes tear up - and fuck- you weren’t any more stable.
“-even better.”
Because the moment those words waft from Higuruma’s plump lips, you’re cumming. Crashing into your high headfirst, you don’t even realize it when those tingly buzzes of pleasure had turned into a pure torrential wave.
Squirting- oh.
You were really making sure that Higuruma’s office suit was unwearable right now, because those splattering streams of sap paint his formalwear see-through. Raining down, dripping pearly beads of moisture up n’ down every ridge of his abs.
Flinching, he gifts you with pump after pump that spikes the sensations of your orgasm and makes you arch. So good. “O-oh my god– oh my god, angel.”
Mouthing out through your spittle-glued lips - the only thing that Higuruma can see right about now - ‘cum inside.’
And that’s all it takes- all it takes for your poor husband to lose his damn mind.
Higuruma feels his throat go raspy with moans upon moans of your name, babbling away. “Th-thank you-” His breath hitches at the thumping impact of every wire of seed trickling down to your cervix, the recoil of each single thwack! of webbed mass splattering in a recoil back to his capped tip. “Thank you thank you- thank you, sugar, for taking it all.”
Your greedy pussy so parched that you were practically slurping it all past your puffy entrance, every. single. drop.
It’s so filthy - your dribbling cunt is so filthy.
And Higuruma’s fucking blushing a bright, maidenly pink from the tips of his ears as he runs his left hand over the bubbling sheen of white escaping your quivering hole. Right hand reaching for that hastily-discarded phone of his-
“H-hello?” The partially-steady words startle you only a few sultry seconds later, “Yeah this is Higuruma- I’d like to call off today. My wife is…” And your husband chokes your shocked gasp with a fat thrust of his wettened, vein-decorated cock. Throbbing inside your squelching cunt for more, “-sick.”
Synopsis. Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.
You knew of Geto Suguru before he was the Fire Lord responsible for tearing apart the nations, you knew of Geto Suguru before his name was soaked in rage and dragged through battle: the banished prince with a sad smile. You knew of Geto Suguru because…you were his first love. And his only.
And now you’re arranged to marry him. But it’s not a ceremony of love; you want revenge—and Geto carnally needs you.
Pairing. Geto Suguru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!Waterbender!reader, Firebender!Geto, Avatar: The Last Airbender AU, Fire Nation prince!Geto, past, best friends once, school shenanigans, fortune tellers, PLOT letters, hurt and comfort, poIitical schemes, Naoya gets what he deserves, Fire Lord!Geto, water generaI!reader, sIight enemies-to-Iovers, best friends-to-Iovers, getting together, arranged marriages, poIitical marriages, peace, wedding nights, oraI (fem rec.), pússydrúnk Geto, spítting, p sIapping, fíngering, Geto’s LONG tongue, lNNAPROPRlATE USE OF BENDING POWERS, impact pIay, sIight knifepIay(?), just sorta holding it to his throat, dilemmas, tension, he’s DESPERATE, matíng presses, manhandIing, confessions, REALLY gone Geto, p talking, cIit pinching, teasing, sIight praise and degrad, powers going out of control, creampíes, cúmpIay, sIight cúmfIation, HAPPY ENDING, vioIence and bIood, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 16.0k
A/N. AAAAAAAAAND look where those Zuko scenes get us smh- based on my Fire Lord!Geto headcanon here <3
“There is someone in your heart.”
For the first time since entering Lady Tsukumo’s quarters; you’re alert. The room is oblong and alluring—it wore its candles around the perimeter like jewellery, and swathed itself in a scarf of smoke. The saturated smell of jasmine clung to the air, and you have to shake your head just to focus on the woman before you.
Here, on Mount Inferno, there isn’t much to look forward to.
The Fortune Teller’s hut drew you in like a mistress, and told you things just as rousing.
Orange candles leak. Prayer beads rattle. Dissolute shadows dance to an inaudible tune, then creep closer towards you in search of touch. She closes her eyes and whispers to her spirits—around you, the thick smoke screen writhes like a snake. It coils like an ouroboros.
Almost wrapping around your ankles- keeping you in one place.
As a smile spreads across her handsome face. “You love him, do you not?”
You feel splashed with cold water.
“I…”
“Or perhaps that’s too soon…” She trails off and looks deeply into your palm once more, humming to herself. “Yes, far too soon…”
“I don’t understand.” And you’re sure the hint of crossness seeps its way into your tone- if not, then your expression. This was your third and final year at Mount Inferno, and your friends had finally convinced you to pay a visit to the famous fortune teller—you’d put it off long enough, tomorrow you’d be graduating.
Tomorrow, you’d be leaving this mountain - and everyone you met atop it.
A long-extinct volcano, though life still bubbled at its peak.
Columns of paper. Red headbands. The sound and trundle of mastery in pursuit. The best of the best; from all nations far and wide, every tribe, every village, students are summoned to the Fire Nation to study at the ancient Mount Inferno. For three years until adulthood. The school was scattered across the Inferno volcano range, deep amongst curdling springs and prickly growth, the pride of the Fire Nation, with its courtyard situated on the very highest peak. It was a truce between nations- and more than that, an intermingling of the future’s most famed. Some students have gained reputations for their powers before even starting here, and it had been somewhat jarring to see all these big, big names come to real life before you.
There was the Waterbending child prodigy that turned water into ambrosia - Ieri Shoko. There was the heir to the Earthbending Zenin family, nobles recently handpicked as ambassadors for the Fire Nation royals, pompous yet powerful (you and Shoko dunked him into one of the cold springs on your first day). Even more, there was Masamichi Yaga, the renowned Earthbending master, as your teacher.
And most of all, there was Geto Suguru: prince of the Fire Nation.
Or at least, he was in blood.
Though in name…it was murmured and known across every tribe that there was bad blood between the Fire Lord and the prince. He was the sole heir. He was their hope. He was their future- and yet, the first cracks in the picture-perfect royal family were shown when Geto had been sent to Mount Inferno.
Normally, imperial members were honed to become the deadliest of weapons in the confines of their palaces. Private tutors, techniques, and rigorous training hours you couldn’t even imagine.
No one knew the exact reason, but the message was clear enough.
You yourself had gotten your invitation (more like summons) to Mount Inferno the day after.
Your parents had yelped in joy and told the village elders; the first student in a hundred years to be called from the most revered of the Fire Nation from your little tribe, they celebrated for seven days and nights.
And on Mount Inferno is where you met Geto Suguru.
In your first year. Walking along Mount Inferno; head held high and his air untouchable even in punishment. Students - from first-years to third-years - looked but didn’t speak. Hair down to his shoulders, tied. Robes lined with golden. Equally as golden shoes stepped down the gravelly pathway in a painfully trained staccato, and they were just about to pass you like the rest of them before—
A droplet of water leapt out and splashed Prince Geto’s golden shoes.
You and Shoko had just dunked Naoya’s head into the cold springs anew- thrice for talking garbage about women in the first place, once more for each time he refused to apologize.
You wouldn’t kill the idiot, of course- you’d just teach him a lesson. At fifteen he should know better.
And this was about the twenty-third time and your arm had grown tired from holding down the stupid aristocrat—but you weren’t going to give up on making him eat his words any time soon, alright? Especially not now. Especially not after all he’d said. It didn’t matter if you had to miss orientation and stay here until Yaga had to drag you away- you’d only go kicking and screaming.
And perhaps ‘accidentally’ throwing a first at the damn Zenin brat who-
“Whaddaya staring at?” So, needless to say, you weren’t the happiest of benders when you caught stopping and staring at you less than a foot away.
The spring was on one side of the path leading to the courtyard, and any student walking could easily have avoided it altogether - most did. Most flickered their eyes to the commotion and flickered them away even faster, either not wishing to get involved or not wishing to help Naoya of all people. You see, he’d already made an impression.
One that’d left you slightly more than just cranky- “You wanna be next or what?” You glowered at the long-haired boy. You wouldn’t be expelled just for this- you and Shoko doubted anyone would speak on behalf of the Zenin tyrant anyways. Besides, this was before your first lesson, and if you two weren’t recognized as students yet—then there was technically no expulsion to be done, right?
But to your surprise, Shoko reached across Naoya’s bent-over body to elbow you. “Oi- shut your mouth if you wanna keep it.”
Narrowing your eyes suspiciously at her, “Why?” You’d just met the girl today, but you had an inkling you’d be good friends.
“Don’t you know who that is-”
“Should I?”
She looked at you with widened, disbelieving brown eyes. And it seemed as though she was about to continue-
But before that, the boy casually cocked his head to the side. His deep, charcoal-black hair framed his aristocratic face in a way that looked like a picture. “You’re both Waterbenders, correct?”
You and Shoko shared a look. “Yes…?” She answered. Both Waterbenders; though from different tribes - Shoko was of more nomadic origins, the village of water healers. Whilst yours was a quieter, more diminutive tribe of fishermen and marine waterbenders—you grew up with honed steel and the scent of blood. If you cut yourself, then the strongest healer was several villages away.
The elite-ling before you surely grew up with padded cushions and perfume to make your eyes roll. That irritation weighed down your brows, “What’s it to you?”
His eyes flitted between the two of you, before ultimately resting on you. And to your surprise, he smiled- smiled.
Long and feline.
Ear to gauged ear.
That was the first time Geto Suguru ever smiled at you. Had you known that at some point in your future, those smiles would grow so rare and ravishing, then you would have counted your blessings more scrupulously.
But back then, you’d merely blinked.
And he’d been feeling a tendril of black hair between his fingers, scrutinizing, before he threw it over his shoulder. “Oh, nothing.” He began to walk off without even a single glance backward, “Seeing as you two are Waterbenders, I was just hoping you two didn’t know that my friend Naoya here has a certain…aversion for sharks. That’s all.”
You and Shoko looked at each other once more.
And it would have sounded like yet another goad- it would have. But you and Shoko looked at each other with a whole new understanding—huh…is that so? And whilst she held Naoya down, you reached your dominant hand out and concentrated on the spring water with all your might. The ripples of it. The drowning texture. Power coursed through you, aqueous, and in the absence of its shape- you bent the water into the shape of a gaping shark underneath.
And made it dart straight for Naoya dunked underneath.
Bubbles erupted furiously on the surface of the water as he screamed and thrashed- yet you and Shoko only held him down harder. Held him down until the dagger-like teeth of the ‘shark’ were but mere centimeters from his face—
Then - and only then - do you pull him out by his close-cropped brown hair.
The pinkish face of the Zenin heir gasped for air, and through blubbers, through tears, through swears, he somehow managed out. “I-I’m sorry—!” He clenched his eyes shut, “Fuck- I’m sorry, I won’t say women should walk three steps behind…”
Your fingers dug into his collar even tighter.
“I mean-” He quickly rectified, pathetically shaking both the water and the thought out of his head. Like this, you couldn’t help but snort at him. “I won’t say…such things ever again-” His beady eyes slid to the side and narrowed at you, “Just- please- let me go—”
“Sure.” You eyed him just as wickedly, “If you admit it now that women and other folk can be just as powerful benders as men?” In support, the water gurgled and whirled into a conspicuously-shaped jaw. A shark.
Naoya sputtered, “Y-yes—yes. Women and- o-others can be just as powerful benders as men.” Thrashing even harder, “Please let me go—!”
“Sure thing.” You glanced at Shoko. And at the same time, you both unhanded Naoya’s twisted-up arms and let him fall face-first into the spring with a deafening splash! Cheekily, the water shaped at your whim into the open maw of a shark just as he plummeted. Hungry.
And it was all Naoya could do to let out a high-pitched squeal as he fell into the sharp-toothed, watery abyss. He crash-landed into the spring once more and scrambled to his feet, pushing past other students as he scurried in the opposite direction.
You and Shoko hooted at him the entire way down, only stopping once you lifted your head and caught—
Just a glimpse of amethyst eyes.
Before he turned back around, long hair swaying from side-to-side as he made his way up those steep stone steps. The number of students still making their way up were diminishing, and the first bell was likely to ring soon- but you stood there frozen in your red and black Mount Inferno robes, a blue gem fastened to your belt. Looking after a boy with a red gem attached to his own. “Shoko…who was that?”
“You seriously didn’t know?” She picked her satchel up from where it’d been discarded by some shrubbery on the pathway, and looked at you closely. “That’s the crown prince, Geto Suguru.”
The myth. The prodigy. The disgrace.
“The Geto Suguru?” You asked.
She nodded seriously.
How odd it was that a boy that elicited such a reaction would be the only one to save you two seats for the courtyard orientation. How odd it was that he’d whisper little facts to you about the lost Airbender at your first lesson.
How odd it was that Geto Suguru, the punished fire prince, became your best friend.
He was attached to you by the hip, practically.
He was part of you enough.
Goading you into training long nights at the dojos, throwing spirals of water and fire shooting off cliffsides and seeing who could send them the farthest, helping you discover new springs on Mount Inferno (then promptly pushing you into them), whispering schemes to dunk Naoya or another one of his misogynistic reverse-harem again. For teachers, there was a higher chance of finding you both as a unit - and a trio with Shoko - than finding either one separated.
Which also meant that punishments for breaking one of the Fire Nation’s 80,000 rules was also handed out as a collective.
You win some, you lose some.
Though he’d been off at some meeting or the other with bending master Yaga when Shoko - your other best friend - convinced you to make a dash for it- just a last hurrah. Down the volcano to fortune teller Tsukumo, in and out, before anyone ever notices that you broke curfew. After graduation tomorrow you might never see her again—this was your last chance.
Though she was a Waterbender, Lady Tsukumo was known to be nomadic.
And with Shoko’s urgency buzzing in your ears, and the never-ending uncertainty of what life held after graduation nagging at you- you made the descent.
Which is where you found yourself being heartily laughed at by the blond-haired bender, her head thrown back and her candles flickering - it made it seem as though even the shadows were having a guffaw at your expense.
“Don’t understand?” She asks, what seems like much later. She wipes away a mirthful tear at the corner of her eyes and looks at you in bewilderment, “Don’t understand—? Oh, of course, you don’t understand- tied for first place in scores with the prince, and yet you don’t understand, hm?”
You gape, “How did you-”
“A teller always knows.” The older woman winks, and pulls your palm closer for her to examine. “Tell me now, my dear, what is your type?”
“My- my type—” Sputtering.
“Yes, yes-” Lady Tsukumo tuts impatiently, “Your type. And be specific.”
And even though there was no one here but the two of you- you couldn’t help but cast a sidelong glance around the room. Feeling your heartbeat start to pick up, “I suppose…someone kind. Someone smart- emotionally smart. Someone that loves me for m-”
“Booooooring—!” She announces.
And your jaw just- drops.
What the…
Gaze wide as a mad glint creeps into her eyes. Shoko, you shall never be forgiven. “E-excuse me-”
“You’re excused.” Lady Tsukumo - you wondered whether she had given the title to herself - waves a hand breezily your way. She continues looking down at your upward-facing palm, “Now here’s what I actually see about your type-”
You gulp.
“Tall.”
Alright.
“A powerful bender.”
Well, alright.
“Handsome- no, gorgeous.” She looks most excited at that one—“Long hair. Pretty face. The stuff you write songs about.”
Well, certainly alright…
She turns your palm from side-to-side to capture every angle- then presses two fingers to your wrist and listens to your pulse. Lady Tsukumo’s eyes close. “Hmmm.” She pauses and listens, “And it’s exactly who you have in mind.”
You gasp-
And her eyes sparkle with excitement before—
“I-I didn’t have anyone in mind-”
“Liiiiiiies~!” The blonde-haired woman proudly announces. Before digging her polished nails even deeper into your pulse and seemingly reaping every sweet secret held inside. “I sense tension. I sense confessions long held. I sense agony-” Catching the look in your eyes, “Oh- but the good kind.”
She beams and you narrow your eyes suspiciously at her.
“The good kind- I promise…at least for me to read in here about.” And before you can call her out on it, she presses even harder. “I sense…a wedding here in the Fire Nation.”
And beside yourself, you can feel something at the pit of your stomach lurch. “A w-wedding—?”
She nods, “A royal wedding.” Having successfully put that little hiccup aside, she only grows more excited now. “With public announcements and a national holiday…you’ll wear the traditional Fire Nation garments-” To which you frown, as you’ve always loved the thought of getting married in your own traditional clothes. “-and the feast will be merry and plentiful. And at the end of the night…”
Suddenly, she stops.
A little furrow forms between her brows.
In silence, Lady Tsukumo runs her hand up and down your forearm as though playing the harp. Counting your pulse. Reading your veins. Almost to your elbow. Pressing harder at your wrist to confirm—
“There will be death.”
The words pierce right through you- you feel faint.
But Lady Tsukumo’s grip on your hand is unyielding. She’s almost breaking through skin with her nails - “Death is lonely here.” By now, her hazel eyes are shot wide open and staring right through you - unseeing - as she continues almost in a daze—“A single life will be lost on your wedding night at your hand. Before Dawn has defeated darkness, darkness shall be defeated within. And red shall stain the floors of a royal suite.”
Those all-seeing eyes of her close.
“In blood as we are borne, two worlds reunite under life and death.”
The candles hush.
Darkness.
By the time that Lady Tsukumo has waved them back alight again, you still have your hand reached out and your palm facing upwards. Though the tips of your fingers have started reaching inwards - they remind you of the fire lilies that Geto snuck you out to watch blossom your first year. Shoko had been caught cheating by Yaga and made to do revisions whilst you two explored. A valley of them between the furthest peaks of your school: they were the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. And so you’d returned.
Your second year. And then your third year.
Though they were ephemeral - just a few weeks of blossoming per year before they crumpled.
And with it, something else crumples, too.
Tsukumo Yuki softly intertwines your fingers with hers and squeezes. Then she says in a soft voice, “I’ll tell you a little secret, young Waterbender. Just as you reshape the water, you have the power to shape your own destiny.”
The night is different when you’re finally stepping out.
Crisp and cool; almost to a sharp fault. The door to the fortune teller closes behind you with a click! and you’re standing upon her step- looking up at the moon.
“I know you’re there, Suguru.”
And from the darkness emerges a playful groan. “How did I pass stealth lessons again?”
You chuckle, “I just know you too well.”
“I’ll say. Shoko told me you came down here so I thought I’d come to escort you.”
Geto Suguru - eighteen just like you - steps into view underneath Lady Tsukumo’s hanging lanterns; admired so ardently by flying termites that flutter around the light in infatuation until their wings fall off mid-flight, and they drop to the floor—crawling around in bafflement as they try to reach their radiant lover once more before they inevitably die.
Under that same light, you’re taking him in.
It’s been quite some time since you’d splattered spring water over the young prince’s golden shoes- and Geto Suguru has grown considerably since then.
His hair had gotten longer. His smile just a little more feline. The princeling you’d had to look down at to speak had hit a sudden growth spurt once he’d reached about halfway through your first year. First to become lanky. And then his body had given him about two more surges in his second year just for the hell of it, just to leave him amongst the tallest in the grade.
And it didn’t matter how tall you yourself were- Geto was at least a head taller and it honestly got on your nerves a little that you now had to raise your head to speak with him.
Your best friend.
Your best friend…right?
Third year was when he started filling his frame out more.
It honestly wasn’t something you thought about until you just-so-happened to notice - and once you did, you just couldn’t seem to stop.
Because Firebender Geto had always been painstaking about keeping his training schedule rigid, keeping his techniques exceptional, never dropping below a cool #1 in Firebending ranks. Never one to fall behind, that was what influenced you to claw up to #1 yourself in Waterbending- and though Shoko wasn’t the type to take things as seriously as the two of you - at least not outwardly - you could tell that she put a certain amount of ‘effortless’ effort into maintaining #2 in Waterbending. But of course, #1 in all healing lessons.
He was one of the earliest to master Firebending.
And it was exactly those extra hours of training and duels that left you a honed warrior- and Geto…someone that was hard to keep your eyes off of.
All that height? He was now padding on extra muscle n’ heft to make his frame much more intimidating - like those royal warriors you’d see mentioned in history classes. Corded shoulders. Defined pecs. Chiselled abs.
Little by little; training sessions with your best friend had begun getting a lot harder when he’d take his helmet off to let his long, river-like black hair cascade down his shoulders. Sticking to his forehead. Pushed out of his thoroughly pretty face. Glistening with sweat—Geto would pant as he tears through the sizzling layers of his armor, bearing more and more skin than you think you could bear-
You once did.
Before everything got so…strange. Whenever Geto would take off his armor - complaining about it being too hot to duel - you’d merely used to throw your helmet at him and do the same.
But now when he was calling your name, breath ragged, staring at you with half-lidded exhausted eyes…
The one thing that ran through your mind was how his waist was so grabbable-
Before you know it, the real-life Geto Suguru is leaning down and giving your forehead a good flick. And the thing about him is that he doesn’t hold back, either, so you’re left paying for the absence of your own caution.
Your best friend.
Your best friend.
Your best friend.
Whining as you rub over that spot, “I’m killing you.” The two of you begin heading the treacherous trek up the volcano. “I’m going to finally report you to Yaga for stealing his prized kale cookies- I swear.”
“Sure thing.” He smiles that feline smile, “Just make sure to add that you ate about half of them, too.”
“On second thought, why steal and tell?”
Geto laughs into the night at that. And you can’t help but turn your head and watch him—so free and unabashed.
It makes something fuss at the back of your mind- “Hey, Suguru…”
He turns to you, profile illuminated by the pale moonlight. “Yeah?”
“What’d Yaga have to say to you?” You ask—it wasn’t like a teacher to set a meeting so late, and especially right before graduation. Attempting at a joke- “He isn’t failing you or anything, right? It’s nothing serious?”
“As much as I’d love to join you as a super senior—” You snort. You both knew you were making the speech as class first tomorrow. “-no. It wasn’t anything serious.”
Looking to him for more information.
To which Geto merely looks at you and smiles- he had this little quirk where sometimes his eyes went completely shut as he smiled. And you honestly hadn’t thought of it too much until now. Now…you think it’s the type of thing where one could write a song about it-
“We just talked about the security measures for when my father arrives.” Geto ultimately sighs, amethyst eyes straight ahead. “Royal visitor and all those tedious things…”
Your lips part, “Ah…” Right. The Fire Lord himself.
“Honestly, I didn’t even think he’d come.” And though he sounds casual about it- you can tell there’s real weight behind Geto’s words. After a few more steps, he turns the questioning onto you. “What about you? What made you decide to go to the fortune teller after all this time?”
You shrug, “Change of pace? Shoko wanted me to do so- ah.”
“Oh yeah? What’d she say?”
And that—that makes you feel so many things at once. So many.
The excitement. The elation. The heart-stopping moment. The crush. They’re all slamming into you at once- and it’s a complete miracle that you’re able to get out…“Honestly…not much. Guess m’not that predictable, huh?”
Geto speaks slowly, “Is that so…”
“What about you?” Turning curiously to him, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you going down there?”
He breaths out a silver cloud into the cool night air, “I have once. My first day here.”
And that makes your brows raise- you’ve never known…“What’d she say?” Your heart races, and your palms feel sweaty when they clench—
“Honestly?” Geto leans in close- reeeeeally close. He brings his face towards yours - and there’s a brief moment where his gaze drops down to your lips—you think he’s going to do it. You think he’s going to close the distance. You think he’s going to kiss you. You think he’s going to prove every premonition right and wrong and so right at the same time. “Not much.” Before he’s pulling back his index and flicking your forehead once more.
You summon a nearby spring to fashion into an oversized fan, and chase him with it all the way up to the dorms.
He laughs the entire way.
Tomorrow was graduation, but every tomorrow after would still be the same.
Would it not?
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You wake with a gasp.
You wake to the drums of war.
The morning awakening. The rhythmic beating of a scorned heart. It punctured and pierced and honed itself against the coarse air of the Fire Nation; the crescendo of your traditional drums, followed by the chanting of your nation’s most valiant benders, and the undercurrent of melee when scimitars met jaw blades. You’d gotten used to the sickening crunch of bones being fitted back into place, though the cries of your people still left your stomach churning.
Like prey in wait, the world of battle never really slept.
Just last week, the Earthbenders had made the journey from their encampment to yours—and by now the gashing of boulders, the screeching of metal, and the accretion of unique war cries had become accompaniments to such mornings, too.
Rousing.
Dust erupted from the savanna plains and a thin layer of it rained down on you from the gaps in your tent. You’re blinking awake at the flood of pus-yellow light, and raising your head off the table- you’d fallen asleep poring over your war plans yet again.
You can’t remember the last time you slept in a bed - a bed, let alone a comfortable one. But such things were frivolities at a time like this. Everything could be far, far worse.
You’re leafing through the yellowed parchments on muscle memory, embossed with the insignia of every Earth and Water tribe in the land. There were many such papers; each one differing in only slight revisions, though with the same contents and proposition addressed to the Fire Lord. Your once-friend.
It’s been nine years since you graduated at the top of Mount Inferno—Geto had been standing right beside you that day as Earthbending master Yaga announced your class as he’d announced you all as the new generation of bending masters. The future. The hope. And you exchanged a look with Shoko and Geto that day, tenderness churning within your chest when it sank in that this would be the last time you’d be standing in this courtyard like this. The last time that Mount Inferno would truly ever be yours.
And so you nodded- you’d planned for this moment for a long time.
As Yaga finished his speech, you kept your hands behind your back and flicked them- just a flick. Enough to summon droplets of clear, glistening water from every surrounding spring.
They rose high above your heads and half-crystallized in ice—like diamond shards. Shoko hovered her hand and manipulated the water particles in the air to spread them out across the entire courtyard, and Geto lazily waved his hand to increase the temperature. To make the icicles suddenly pop! and rain down - refracting with the daylight to create a brilliant rainbow above you all.
As the audience awed and gasped then, Geto had stepped - just a single step - closer to you. His shoulders brushed your own, and you remember the tip of his littlest finger grazing yours—barely there.
Before Geto had caught the eye of his father - tunneling through him with his vicious stare - and the heir had stepped away.
Your hands had chased his touch, his warmth then.
But you should’ve known- that should’ve been your first sign.
No matter how many times you promised to write and keep in touch with your two best friends; only one of them responded. Letter after letter to the Fire Nation’s Royal Palace - and all of them went unanswered.
Though, even years later, you were writing.
You hadn’t lost hope- at least, not until your village elder one day asked whether you weren’t invited to the crowning. Whose crowning? Oh, Prince Geto’s crowning as the Prince Regent, of course. His father had become bedridden, and he was overseeing the nation without being formally crowned yet.
That was how you found out.
Seven days after Geto’s induction as the regent, the Fire Nation attacked.
It was on a group of peaceful air nomads that were already far and few between. Then came the villages. Then came the towns. Ultimately—you remember hearing whispers that Lord Geto was actually the one that poisoned his father in hopes of seizing the crown. The Fire Nation had no King for now, though it did have a monster.
In just a few years, life as you knew it was set aflame.
You can’t remember what exactly you’d said in your last letter to him, but you were sure it was some mangled mess of disbelief and threats. You wondered where that old Geto you knew went, you promised you’d make him pay for what he’s done…be it whether you were arrested and charged for treason or not. You never were.
You went through a mountain of papers trying to write something coherent.
And when you finally had it arranged to be sent, you joined the rebels.
Over the course of years, you trained and toughened. You fought your opponents hard and you fought yourself even harder—you knew that Geto Suguru had eyes everywhere across the land. You calloused, you bled, you fell. There was no time to grow gradually used to the ugliness of battle, you were thrust straight into it and forced to grow wiser than your ages. You knew he must know you’ve joined the building uprisings against him.
And you couldn’t disappoint your old classmate, could you?
They granted ascending titles for every one thousand enemy attacks one diverted. At the age of twenty-seven, you were general of the Waterbending faction.
And the battle was becoming decisive.
On one side of the tent was a picture of him from your schooling days - eyes crossed out, and pins and daggers stabbed into him whenever you and your war generals mulled over plans. And at your feet lay the half-melted remains of ice blades you’d been training with.
Sometimes, when the nights were really quiet (as quiet as a battle camp could be), you fashioned sharp streams of water and sent them jetting straight at that picture. Just like you and Geto used to in competition, on a cliffside so long ago.
Only now, there was no laughter.
As you’re straightening up, a rough canvas blanket falls off your shoulders—Shoko must have entered some time during the night and put this over you. Of course she would.
Always a healer, no matter what.
You’re holding the fabric close to you for a few seconds before letting go. A general had to carry only what was needed.
Freshening yourself up with the shallow basin of sun-warmed water at the corner of your tent, you’re donning your sea-blue cloak and walking past the tent flaps. Midday Sun licks at your skin as you step outside.
The Sun in the Fire Nation always seemed hotter than the one in your land, but right now it was the only thing you could feel. You turn your face up to it in greeting and breathe in deeply.
Your brief moment of respite is suddenly shattered by a call of your name - urgent. The sound of an approaching horse. Alarmed; your eyes shoot open and your hand immediately falls to the bone knife fastened to your waist, dropping only once you recognize the approaching men as one of your own—his blue cloak flutters in the wind.
As he nears, you register his wide eyes and his pallid face.
A cold sweat seemed to coat his features despite it being scorching out. And once he’s close enough, other warriors stop his horse by the reins- and he all but collapses onto the ground. Crawling on all fours to you—before you’re waving away your soldiers and helping the man stand up yourself.
“Ijichi.” You support him up and firmly tap the side of his sallow cheeks, “Ijichi! Get yourself together, soldier. What happened?”
As a non-bender, Ijichi was still an integral part of your battle. He was your messenger - and your most trusted one, at that. He was the one that’d successfully delivered your last letter to Geto as your friend, and your first letter to him as Lord: the proposition. You knew Geto wouldn’t lay a hand on Ijichi, no matter what the contents of your letters were.
He knew how just dear your friends were to you- he knew very well.
“He…he…” Ijichi’s pale lips tremble.
Your pulse races. There was only ever one he that could deign such a reaction- “What happened—” Signalling one of the nearby warriors to hand a flask of water over, you wet his mouth with it. Lightly shaking him. “Speak, soldier-”
“H-he has an answer, general.” Ijichi sputters. Hand weakly gesturing towards his satchel-
Your soldiers tear open that brown hide satchel and present you with the sole thing inside—a smooth, strong parchment tied up in a red velvet ribbon. Though it didn’t have the signature embosses and the gaudy golden envelopes that most communication with the palace did, there was no doubt that it was of imperial origins. The only difference was in the way it seemed to be from the hand of the Regent himself, rather than any old elder…
This was straight from Geto.
And you have to be careful not to display the slight quiver at your fingertips as you open it-
‘My dearest best friend,
It has been accepted.
Yours, Suguru.’
Though the handwriting itself was far different from what you remembered his to be. But people change.
“What is it, general?” One of the warriors pipes up from the gathering crowd. The Earthbending masters and other commanders have joined, too.
And you’re looking straight ahead - at no one and everyone in particular - as you just give a single…simple…nod.
Lord Geto Suguru has accepted your marriage proposal.
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.
.
Riiiiiip—!
You’re clenching your jaw and fisting your hands together as a Fire Nation attendant tears out wax strips smeared down your legs, yanking out the hair underneath. She stares in wonderment for a brief moment, before starting to do the same on your hands.
A scream strangles in your throat.
The journey from the camp to the palace hadn’t been too extensive, and you’d arrived to the roar of trumpets and the wariness of the Fire Nation public. The palace announcement itself had been shaky- but they had to open the doors to you.
They had to.
You were their future Queen, after all.
Just perhaps not what they expected.
Scrubbing and plucking you raw, honey glazes, and milk baths. They’d taken special offense to that little callous between your thumb and index from holding a sword too much.
They’d attempted to scrub it away and failed.
Who would’ve thought that years of battle meant that other things took priority over a little waxing and powdering? Apparently the poor, pampered asses of ‘war’ generals in the Fire Nation’s Royal Palace couldn’t stand any evidence of the raging battles that took place outside their numerous gilded walls—perhaps guilt or inconvenience? Possibly the latter, you doubted they had a conscience. And thus, you hadn’t made it two steps inside the sprawling palace before you were whisked away by a cloud of attendants. To be made into an imitation of something you weren’t.
You’d seen the way they looked at you- as if you dirtied the palace with your mere presence. To your surprise, it seems a majority of the council had long since been taken over by the Zenin elders.
It seems that Zenin Naoya had made a name for himself as the head advisor.
That fool couldn’t advise a cow to moo.
You hadn’t even gotten to see Geto yet - and here you were already being prepared for your wedding.
If it were up to you, you’d forgo all this levity and carry out the plan here and now. You’d barge past all these plumes of dresses and golden antiques, and—
“Now for your perfuming, Your High- ah, I suppose not yet.” The orange-haired girl smiles to herself as she fogs you with some expensive perfume.
You crinkle your nose and expect the worst - some throat-clogging, saturated scent that makes you gag…but what meets you is the soft undercurrent of the ocean, of jasmine, of memories long-gone and hidden. And your eyes are shooting open in surprise.
“It’s good, hm?” She nods excitedly at your reaction. “His Highness had it concocted specially for today.”
“I didn’t take Geto to be the perfumeering type.”
She laughs softly to herself and you look up in curiosity. “Oh- sorry.” Bowing ever-so-slightly—you’re hurrying to tell her that she didn’t need to. “It’s just that…my lady, you refer to His Highness so intimately yet it seems you have not the faintest idea. Lord Geto is the one that has chosen everything for this wedding; from the perfumes to the flowers, to your dress. Oh! Though such strict…presentation aspects were demands from the council.”
Eyes darting to meet her warm honey-brown ones in surprise.
“He had it all thought out, my lady.” She finishes.
“That…” Your lips part. “I don’t understand.” You turn around and let the silk overcoat glide against your skin like a second one, “How does a monster have time to plan a wedding?”
She gasps and skirts her eyes around—as though merely speaking in here could land her in the dungeons. And you wouldn’t be surprised if it did.
The girl looks at you with pleading eyes- about to say something, but you’re shaking your head reassuringly. “It’s alright. You don’t have to answer.”
With a relieved sigh, she goes back to moisturizing and massaging your aching limbs.
“But tell me this-” You continue, as the silence prolongs. “-how did so many of the Zenin family find posts in the palace? Last I knew, it was just Naoya’s father that had a position here.”
“As head advisor, yes.” She nods. “The Zenin advisors have only increased in number and notoriety. Before we even knew it, they went from just one in the palace- to now having the entire family in power.”
You hesitate, “Regent Geto’s doing?”
“Not at all.” To your surprise, she shakes her head. “It started when His Highness Geto Suguru was banished as a prince- that was when the family first came to power. And in the three years of his schooling, they’d only increased. When the young prince returned, there was no extracting them. They controlled it all…or so the old palace keepers whisper.”
Your brows furrow, “Is that so…”
Looking around nervously once more—surely rehashing the palace history wasn’t a crime? “And they also whisper that…” She leans in close, half-covering her mouth conspiratorially. “There’s something strange about Advisor Naobito being the only one to serve His Majesty the King with his breakfasts- but His Highness doesn’t seem to care.”
Shivers down your spine.
“I-I see.”
You do.
You really do.
Nearby, the in-chamber water fountain starts to bubble. The girl gasps and looks between you and it-
That’s what makes you snap out of it - shaking your head and looking up at her with a slight smile. “My apologies. What’s your name?”
She hesitates, likely wondering whether you were going to report her for divulging so much information. But whatever she sees in your face seems to convince her that you’re not like them- you’re not like the Zenins. And she answers, “Kugisaki. Nobara Kugisaki.”
Nobara keeps you company until another flurry of attendants arrive - and soon enough, you find yourself dolled-up in countless layers of red and white silk. Golden patches and embroidery on your sleeves, nimbly designed into visions of mountaintops and fire lilies, the emblem of the Geto family on your back—it bore heavy. You were surprised - you expected more of his name upon you. Your face is painted. You’re perfumed once more. Roses were woven into your hair, and your feet are slipped into golden sandals.
It hurt that your own tribe’s name wasn’t anywhere on your outfit.
When you tried reaching for the sea-blue cloak you loved - not as lavish as the Fire Nation’s robes, but your most prized possession - the attendants had shook their heads.
Still, you tucked it into the wide circumference of your sleeves nonetheless.
As those double doors opened and you were led outside, some of your guards stationed outside - in case of any funny business - froze. Shoko smiled sadly. Ijichi’s jaw dropped—
And you weren’t sure how to feel about everyone reacting to you like so.
The procession was long and mind-numbing with luxury; it gets to a point before opulence becomes vile. And in the Fire Nation, most weddings were status symbols rather than actual ceremonies of love. For the Prince Regent - the future King as far as anyone knew - most of all.
You could hear it outside.
The clothes. The music. The swell of a public that cascaded never-ending into the widespread palace courtyard and watched, and the passing of appetizers leafed with gold. Red-hot ribbons and lanterns, the oversized faces of dragons with drunk ministers atop them—throwing flowers and bits of golden paper - cymbals clashed and dancers of all sorts and music made their way into the palace pavilion. Drummers banged. Children squealed at firecrackers. In contrast, you walked quietly shouldered by your warriors and being led down the pathway to your husband.
The place where the binding ceremony would take place was the pavilion overlooking the Fire Nation public. Where the entrance of the palace was.
At the very top of a hundred stone steps, where the audience convened below.
The elders had drawn a circle of ash for you to step into.
And so you do.
Perfectly placed on display.
A hush falls over the crowd. Caught between merriment at the war ending and morbid curiosity and fear, they were chanting in dialects that you didn’t understand - though the stay word or two you’d learned through intelligence cracking made you recognize they were singing about love, about unison.
Today there would be none.
There would be blood.
Lady Tsukumo’s prediction still lingered at the back of your mind. Though you kept your eyes downward and awaited your fate.
Your fate being the tall, red-clad shadow at the edge of your peripheral vision. He stands next to you.
Your breath catches as it hits you that this was Geto- and he seemed even more broad and intimidating than you remembered. The only things you can make out: long, dark hair and arms crossed behind his back. His uniform seemed to glint with something- gold? Though you don’t look up to confirm, you’re training your eyes down at the stone steps—and feeling the man straighten up beside you.
“It’s a lot of people, isn’t it?”
You almost jolt-
Had you been any less disciplined, even an ounce, you would have darted your head upwards and gaped at him in disbelief. Here was Geto Suguru…speaking to you as if nothing ever happened.
How could he do that? How could he speak like that? What gave him the right—? The very same that broke your heart over and over- no, this was a very different Geto from the one you knew on the mountaintop. How could he stand there like this - wearing the same body, the same face, the same voice but slightly deeper, and smile at you like that-
And pretend like everything was okay?
You speak in an even tone, “It is.”
“I haven’t seen this many people since the graduation.”
Your chest hurts. “I have.” And for the first time, you’re looking at him squarely. “On the battlefields.”
And the first thought that should hit you was how much he’s changed—how his face now frames his face and cascades down his back like ink, his jaw has set into something sharper, his features have become more refined. Melted away the baby fat to reveal the handsome man within. Years of training and war have left him more chiselled than before- and even through the billowing robes of his traditional attire, you can make out the corded muscle underneath.
He’s both familiar and not. Familiar in those eyes like polished crystals peering down at you, not in the severity that hid beneath them. Geto wore the traditional red and black sokutai; not just any red, but the red of blood after its long since been spilled, of battlefields. Piqued shoulder pads. High collar. Fine gold tracing.
Even a section of his hair was bunched-up into a knot atop his head whilst the rest of it flowers, held up with a gold pin. And on his waist was a golden belt studded with…a singular blue sapphire.
He looked so much happier in your memories.
The first thought that actually - actually - hits you is that he’s grown into everything he feared he’d become.
A fiery breeze ruffles Geto’s long hair and makes him look as though a dream. Or a nightmare.
Despite what you’ve said, his gaze remains unwavering. “I see, general.”
Suddenly, the ash around you erupts in flames, like a phoenix—and the marriage rites commence.
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.
.
You meant it when you said that Fire Nation weddings were known more for their status than their emotion.
Because the actual rites were stiff and sped-through; as though they were hurrying through the sole sentimental part of the wedding in haste to proclaim the two of you married. Once the circle of ash had been set alight, the Royal Fire Sage had appeared behind you two and boomed out invitations to the spirits and ancestors.
And then you’d been made to recite your vows to one another for the entire courtyard to hear. To make it known - to someone else if not the two of you - that you would have to cherish one another, to understand one another, and to…love one another.
Through good times and bad.
And to bring an heir.
As you repeated after him, you wondered just how much of it could have applied before.
And as the two of you finished, you were handed a porcelain sake bowl that looked dipped in gold. As though a wabi-sabi artwork, but every bit of it had been shattered. You both took three sips each of the rich, translucent liquid—promising unity.
Your hands tightened on the bowl.
And then you placed your offerings of evergreen branches as newlyweds, down on the sacred circle of ash, then clapped twice and bowed.
To the public.
The roaring cheers were deafening.
You closed your eyes tightly against the noise.
There was a reception afterwards, of course, and it was just as disgustingly lavish as you thought it would be; though as the married couple, there was rarely any time for you to eat or drink. You couldn’t indulge when there were ministers and master benders and government officials begging for your attention—most of all, you couldn’t kill when you had a plan.
But oh- did you think of bypassing that plan and going in for the strike when Zenin Naoya had come sneering to your raised table. Wishing the newlyweds a long and prosperous life together.
He spat it out like venom.
Even more so when a new attendant had wished ‘the future King and Queen’ a long and happy life together.
Other big, big names came and went. However Geto’s father wasn’t in a befitting state to make a public appearance, and you’d watched Geto’s reaction closely as this was whispered to him by one of the advisors.
He was as still as a stone statue.
But you could forgive the too-tight embraces from families attempting to woo their way into the good graces of the future monarchy, and the ministers that sloshed their sake on you. You could forgive the generals that eyed you suspiciously, and the young aristocrats that tugged on their guardians’ robes and asked which nation you were from…and whether that was allowed. You could forgive it all. You weren’t wearing your nation’s colors—and you had to smile as your soldiers bowed to you as per your royal title.
You never let them bow to you when you were their general. Just general.
You could forgive it all, because your plan started only after the wedding reception.
When the curtains were drawn, and alcohol suffused into the air. When you were beckoned by the team of attendants that readied you for the wedding, and escorted away into the privacy of the royal baths.
You wondered if it was just you who felt like some in the reception were leering like they already knew…
Readied, once more.
By the time you’re donning a sheer red robe, and guided to Geto’s sprawling princely chambers, he’s already there sitting at the edge of the bed. Back turned to you.
His armor removed and attire half-off - draping over one broad shoulder. And the other….was a pale body underneath the luminous moonlight filtering in—rippled with muscles and slightly freckled. Though they looked faded, as if he’d gained them once a long time ago and had rarely been out in the Sun since.
You could guess they were from Mount Inferno.
Tonight was to be your consummation, and you knew they’d be checking for evidence in the morning.
You walk up to the Fire Lord.
Soundless steps.
And yet, he still turns. His long, jet-black hair falls off of one shoulder and tumbles down his back like a waterfall—it’s glossy and reaches down past his waist. There’s a slight dampness to it, and you wonder whether he’d been scrubbed and perfumed down to the bone, too. You don’t know why but you mourn the way his hair covers most of his toned back.
Quickly, however, you snap yourself out of such nonsense.
You gulp and take a step closer. “I have arrived as the attendants have directed me-”
“Must we be so formal with one another?” He speaks. Geto’s tone is deeper than it was on the mountain, with a polished edge to it that spoke of years of lessons—rigorous. More mature. You think back to your first impression of him- no, it wasn’t just padded cushions and perfume after all, huh? “We’re married now, y’know.”
You’re looking up and realize there’s a smile playing at his lips.
“We are.” And your voice, too, sounds so much more mature than back then. “But that doesn’t mean we’re not strangers-”
“But we’re not.”
“We are.”
There’s a frosty silence that stretches between you two, and you’re starting to think it might last until sunrise- but then Geto puts his face in his hands and sighs. Heavy and unbroken. “At least…at least just for tonight…” Voice something so small—something that reminds you of the Geto from nine years ago. “Could we not be strangers?”
You don’t answer.
But as he stares at you - piercing through your very being - your hands move as if hypnotized to the sash of your robe. And his eyes grow murky- they grow dark—following you like a predator follows its prey.
Though which one of you was the predator, it’s hard to say.
With a single flick of your fingers, your robe is dropping off of you.
And if you thought his gaze was smoldering before, they’re practically glazed and blackened now. In almost a trance, he keeps his eyes on you and reaches his hand outwards- and murmurs in a low timbre. “Come to me.”
“Is that an order as King?”
“We both know I have no power as King.”
A plea.
You step. Silently.
And soon enough, you’re standing in front of Geto Suguru - in-between his manspread thighs. He gazed upon you, and you gaze upon him. It’s now that you’re noticing his outer layers had been stripped through, and the only thing that he’s donning now were baggy white trousers doing little to hide the muscles underneath, and a hitoe: it was a dark, draped robe that almost looked like a yukata. Loose and flowy.
Shifting aside to reveal a puffy pink nipple on his left side.
Then before you know it- you’re both pushing him back onto the bed by his shoulders—and crashing your lips into his.
And you’re not sure what you’re expecting- fuck, you’re not sure how long you’ve agonized over this very moment, but Geto’s kissing you and you’re kissing him. And it’s everything you’ve imagined in all your most innocent girlhood dreams.
He tastes of jasmine and crisp summer air - the curtains behind you flutter with a breath of cool air, and you’re gasping. It’s then that Geto takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
Clasping the back of your head, he angles it to one side and lets his delicious tongue inside. Exploring your mouth for a few seconds before fishing it back out n’ then leaning even closer to suck on your tongue. The moment he tastes you, he groans. “Please…”
And you think - for a brief, stupid moment - that you’ve wanted nothing more.
But Geto’s canines nip at your lower lip, and reality’s hitting you all at once. All at once.
You’re breaking the kiss with a sickeningly sweet pop! and pushing him down by his shoulders. Geto’s scorching hot pants fan your face, his long hair tickles your neck. Perhaps too afraid to look him in the eyes- to see what expression he has on now, you’re shuffling down his body. Pawing between his legs.
But just before your knees can hit the floor—an arm reaches out and stops you.
Grabbing ahold of your own, he’s pulling you up.
In split-seconds, you’re finding yourself back on the bed - this time with the positions flipped. You have your body rested against a mattress that feels like a thousand clouds. You have your cunt throbbing wildly as Geto beckons you to stay and kneels down on the bedside.
Like he’s praying.
Though the only plea he whispers is between your naked legs.
Getting swallowed up almost instantly in the cute, slobbering kiss he’s pressing against your plump, puckered lips. Just so ready for him.
Geto’s dark brows contort as your legs jerk open a bit further and your cunt’s sloshin’ out.
Lascivious ribbons of creamy slick empty out of you n’ end up dripping down his chin - it glistens underneath the cool, blueish moonlight - and you’re watching as he sticks the very tip of his tongue out to taste. You see those clouded amethyst eyes start to grow even murkier, heavy and half-lidded. He looks up at you in half-shock as the syrupy taste of your cunt enters his mouth, and the infamous Fire Lord can’t help but moan—
“Honey, I want to taste you for eternity.”
“You’re not s…oh.” Eyes clenching shut. Breath catching in your chest. Whatever you were about to say- Geto’s lappin’ the words right out of you.
With the slightest inch of his tongue squeezes in- hot and pulsing between your folds. The ridged texture of his tastebuds glue to your most sensitive parts—polishing off every ounce of the gloss that coated between your pussylips. And once he’s downed it all like the sweetest of mead, Geto purses his pink lips and spits.
A stream of glittering saliva that hits you.
You flinch-
“Too cold?” Geto’s voice just seems so loud in your eardrums. Low and so much more ruined than you remember it- it makes you blink up at him. And whatever he’s seeing in your expression, it seems to answer his question.
Because then he’s running a thumb down the wad of spit plastered to your cunt. Tap-tap-tapping.
And before you know it, you’re feeling the frigid, exposed parts of your pussy turn into something sizzling.
Fuck.
Bubblin’ over and fizzing.
He was using his powers to…your brows shoot up to your hairline.
You’re clamoring onto your elbows. You’re quaking your thighs shut- and actually getting them shoved even further apart—by both of Geto’s bulky shoulders lodging himself even further between them. His sticky, hot breaths were practically basking your cunt - and soon enough Geto’s nose-deep between them and slobberin’. “Sh-shit, now that’s unfair…”
Prolonged, open-mouthed kisses. From the tender edges of your pussylips to fishing his tongue between them- swirling inside your wet hole.
Now that he’d heated up the spittle touching your cunt, it was Geto’s time to smear it all over using his mouth and pretty face. “Mmm, not too bad, huh?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You scoff. Raking your fingers through his raven locks.
“Ahead of myself? No, no…” Geto murmurs- and he’s purposefully doing it so the vibrations shot up your spine and made you arch into him. The crown of his tastebuds sloshed between your folds and gave you such luxurious licks prodding inwards. Flattened top. Teasing edge of his tongue. Then Geto reaches his right hand up and swats the glistening top of your cunt. Soon enough, you’re feeling the slippery layers of his saliva grow even hotter. “You need to know your place, my little Waterbender.”
“That’s general to you.” You’re tugging on a fistful of his hair. Still damp; though by now it was less with water, and more with sweat.
“General…” Geto repeats. Another swat- controlling and ebbing the heat in a way that made fogginess coil around your brain. “And do you realize that you’re in enemy territory, general? My best friend?”
“I- am aware.” Gritting out—more so because you couldn’t handle the slight whimper that threatens to crackle on the edge of your tone.
You’re dragging an even less merciful handful of his hair in retaliation- dragging and dragging until his lips almost pop off of your cunt. He’s grabbing onto you with a single hand groped underneath your ass, and such a desperate husky noise.
To his credit, you just didn’t expect Geto to moan.
But then again, he didn’t expect you to put a blade to his throat, either.
Geto’s purple eyes snap wide open at the ice-cold feeling- and the air prickles with the power of bending. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that you’d used the dampness of his lengthy hair - the water particles, the ravenous sweat - and melded it into a steel-hard dagger that pricked at his pale throat. Just a single gulp of his Adam’s apple leaves Geto Suguru nicked.
And crimson beads down to his robe—matching. Wedding colors.
‘A single life will be lost on your wedding night at your hand Before Dawn has defeated darkness, darkness shall be defeated within. And red shall stain the floors of a royal suite.’
It would take just a single flick- just a single flick of your wrist to end the Fire Prince’s life right here and right now. To end this all. But you take your time to admire him…at least before the life drains out of his eyes.
That second of eye contact lasts longer than lifetimes- longer than an eternity together. Just the two of you in the royal suite. Geto’s mouth on your cunt, and your dagger at his neck—and to your surprise, he doesn’t look like he’d be anywhere else.
In fact- to your offense, he flickers his eyes down to the callous that was peaking out in the web between your dominant thumb and your index. And slowly - almost snake-like - Geto’s inching his face closer and pressing a soft kiss—right as you were holding the dagger.
Your breath hitches- it’s silent. It’s oh-so-silent.
And Geto’s darting his eyes up at the sound of it, cautiously pulling away. But not to any sort of mortal safety, of course, because when has Geto Suguru ever followed your expectations?
He’s instead maneuvering his face- and unsure where he was going, you’re following his actions with that deadly blade of yours. But the Fire Lord doesn’t run. He doesn’t beg. He doesn’t change. He merely tips his head ever-so-slightly at an angle, then sidles his hot face between your clammy thighs to…to make out with your cunt.
Make out.
Not just lapping and lickin’ like he’d been doing before.
Your mouth falls open, “Oh.”
Not just prodding away between your pussylips with the tip of his tongue.
“O-oh, fuck.”
He’s properly gaping his mouth open and massaging the forefront of your cunt with his muscle. Again and again. The thick, flattened plane of him rests on top of your pussylips n’ drags up and down, back and forth, teasing you mindless before swabbin’ his wet inches inside.
Geto’s practically glued to you- the tiptop of his tongue rovering for every sweet spot inside. Long, drunken thrusts. And with every single one, you’re reaching your arched hips upwards. “Fuck- fuck—”
The silvery tip of your dagger digs against his skin, and the prince flutters his eyes open all feline-like.
Lightning shoots through your body as you take in the utterly dazed sight of him. “You realize that I can- hah, that I can just kill you now, right?”
“I’m aware.” Languidly, he’s blinking his eyes open properly. Your pussy just tasted so good lacquering his tongue like this; in such a warm…wet layer of your sap. And the only thing the fearsome Firebender can do right now is tip his head back and let those juices drain to the back of his throat. “And it’s only makin’ me harder.”
“This?” Pressing the blade even harder. “This.”
In response he can only nod.
Nod and nod and nudge your pulsing clit with his nose.
Your jaw’s just dropping. Was he making fun of you…?
“Fuck- I-I think I get it now.” You’re blubbering, hand tremoring. “You really are a monster-”
“I am.” Though you can’t decipher his tone of voice. Merely feeling the way Geto presses a few more noisy kisses on your cunt, before he’s raising his hand and-
You shut your eyes.
You’re hearing the solid smack! on those swollen, needy lips before you feel it. Hot. And just as soon as the searing sting makes its way through your thrumming vessels, Geto’s attached his mouth to your cunt once more and is tunneling his tongue crazily into your pretty hole. Just so wet n’ needy for him that you’re sucking him up after every hackhammerin’ thrust. Squeezes him closer.
He moans- fucking moans as he cuts himself off from breathing. He doesn’t care if he suffocates - as long as it’s between those tremblin’ legs of yours.
Though it’d be a damn cold day in hell before you ever let him beat you to your mission objective.
So you’re pulling back your deadly dagger, and you’re catching the slight surprise flickering in Geto’s eyes at the act. Quickly replaced by something more knowing, something…far darker and unreadable when that blade finds itself positioned back on his beautiful throat.
The vertical line of it stands out starkly. A thin line of crimson draws itself on the edge.
You’re somehow clenching through gritted teeth, “I…need to kill you—for the good of this world.”
He keeps perfect, ruinous eye-contact with you as he leans his pretty face forwards. He keeps eye-contact with you as he raises his hand and spanks your pussy once more.
“So do it.”
Hot sparks explode behind your eyes.
And the imprint of all five of Suguru’s doughy fingertips seem to emblazon themselves on your cunt- you’re realizing then that he’s using his powers again. He’s leaving a mark on your pussy…for however long he may be alive. For however long you may let him stay alive.
And he’s eating you out like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have.
The sweetest of sultry desserts latched onto his mouth - Geto ties your legs tighter around his head. Then he’s mouthing aside your soaked pussylips to stick his tongue in and out, in and out, in and out. He’s pinpointing every hidden spot inside you with his dexterous tongue- quirking it juuuuust right to one side and hittin’ your g-spot ruthlessly.
“I am going to—” Though the words feel weak, even on your lips. “I-I am going to-”
“So fucking do it.” He’s a man on death row. He’s a man starved- your dagger moves even further upwards and Geto’s sharp white canines make an appearance as he hisses. “Do it…”
“I-”
“I dare you.”
And for all the world, you might have possessed the steadiest arm in all of the land. But the way he’s makin’ your eyes roll to the back of your head - just the winding, zig-zagging slashes of his tongue squeeeeezing into your pussy - would be enough to make anyone tremble. Even during their life’s mission. “I…sh-shit.” Bucking your traitorous hips upwards - so hard that it leaves a smear of glittering slick from his upper lip n’ to the tip of his nose.
Slash after slash.
Probe after probe.
He’s just so fatal with his tastebuds - sizzling against your velvety inner walls. And you wondered whether that was just you or his powers…
Before another hot smack! resounds against the sprawling corners of the royal suite. And Geto’s taking your star-struck moment to swirl the ends of two fingers inside, scissorin’ and bullying all their slender inches.
They were the hands of the strongest Firebender of today.
And they were smearing apart your snug channel. Squelching. Smushing themselves inside- the sheer length of them…oh, it felt like they were about to go on for daaaaays. And you’re rutting up into his vicious thrusts with a whimper, “P-please…”
“Please, do it if you must.” He breathes out scalding pants. Nostrils flared. Skin red. You’re left utterly shocked at his admission- you look up into his eyes and they’re crystal clear. “If it shall bring you peace- do it.”
Gaping, “Wh-what do you mean me…”
But he’s only honing his slick-glossed, slithering digits. And he’s such a quick learner, too, he’s locating your g-spot with only a few more thorough thrusts—his favorite target. That pulsing area writhes underneath his touch- and you know where he is exactly when the heat spreads from Geto’s fingertips.
Leaving you ruined both inside and out.
Leaving him grinning around the gummy nub of your click. Sucking.
“If that is to be your wedding gift-” The mound of his voicebox pushes deeper against your blade, a hairsbreadth away from something irreversible. “-then take it-”
“Sh-shiiiiit—” Tearing up.
“If that is what you’ve been dreaming of all this time-” He continues, voice growing more and more guttural by the second. Geto’s practically gulping your pussy into him, clinging onto him. Quivering. “If revenge is the only thing th-that’s let me cross your mind…if only for the briefest second, then I shall thank it.”
Streaming down your cheeks now. “Su—fuck.” You could feel the twisting and turning at the pit of your stomach as you grew ever-closer.
He continues. “If it is what my wife desires…then so be it.” Was he fucking drunk? Was he talking out of…of your pussy? There was a slurring edge to Geto’s words, toppling over one another. And those beautiful amethyst eyes of his struggle to remain open - blinking lazily - as he laps n’ keeps lapping at your leaking pussy. Those juices smearing all over his jaw. “Kill me.”
Then down to the column of his throat.
Then collecting on your trembling blade.
Geto’s boring straight into your eyes as he utters. “But until then, m’gonna keep making you cum over and over again.” Quirking the curvaceous tips of his fingers to ram straight into your g-spot- he makes you shatter. “For as long as I have left to live, m’gonna make you the happiest woman on Earth.”
“That’s just unfair-” You’re damn-near sobbing. One of your hands claws through his night-black hair, and the other uses the flattened edge of the dagger to let you see his face better. “That’s just really, really unfair…”
“I was never a fair man.”
Then you’re being fucked through your waves of bliss like never before- those looooong, arching cresendos of dopamine through your body. Those white-hot stars. The edges of your vision blurring.
And the only thing your muddled mind can think to do is plant your feet flat on the mattress and arch- and press your drippin’ cunt closer to his face. As Geto Suguru suckles on your clit, he traps it between his teeth and draaags it out far enough that you yelp.
All the while, his fingers were slammin’ straight into your g-spot. Over and over.
Rubbing the softened tips of it to that pulsing spot—he’s elongating your orgasm like never before. He’s making you feel those carnal sensations in eeeeevery single ridge and crevice inside your cunt, three of his fingers stuffing you full by now. “Never was an understanding man.” He gasps through French kisses on your clit - every time he rolled his tongue over it, you were mewling. “Never was a kind man- hngh. Never was a good man.”
Smack!
It resounds even louder than the last few, the feeling of his heated-up fingers spanking your cunt.
And you swear you’re sent straight over the edge for a second time—
“I can only promise to be the damn best husband for as long as I have.”
It’s with this notion in mind that you’re dragged through your intense peaks, and once you’re finally coming back to - it’s to the sound of Geto pulling away from your spent pussy with a loud slurp! He follows the stray wires of sap that still connect him to you- pressing a final few kisses before finally wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Then looking you deep in your eyes as he then licks off the glowy sheen that covered his skin.
This was what did it for you.
You’re raising your stone-cold blade high—high, higher, and even higher then. Until it was well above his head, and then—
Slashing it down to decimate his outer robe.
Even Geto himself looks shocked at this- before you’re grabbing ahold of him by the shoulders and dragging him up onto the bed. It dips with a groan at the weight of you both, its ancient springs equally as shocked, and you don’t care if you’re causing a commotion when you pull him by a lock of his hair till your back rests against a vast metal headrest. Against your skin, you could feel the twists and twirls of some intricate wooden carving - but the only thing you could focus on right now was him.
Him and the aching, throbbing erection he was sporting in his loose trousers.
The fabric paper-thin. The outline of his cock obvious.
He was so looooong and deliciously curved to the right, hard enough that you could spot at least one thick vein prodding down the side of him. Precum had seeped from the top of his blushin’ red crown and darkened a patch in his trousers; it sticks slightly to his skin as Geto rests a hand on the hemline and teases taking it off.
“Do I need to bend a dagger for that, too?” You quirk a brow.
“Hah…” Geto huffs out a laugh, “No need to exert yourself, my little Waterbender- or more like…my wife.”
Ah, his wife.
His wife.
His wife.
And then your…husband does the honor of stripping down his only remaining piece of clothing.
And the first thing you notice is that he’s even bigger than what your imagination had concocted. Red-hot and throbbing.
A slight spattering of black curls dust his base, and partway up his navel. It glistens with beads of precum that just refused to stop streaming from the tip of Geto’s cock - hard. So painfully hard.
Fucking painful.
Even contact with the frigid air seemed to make him quiver, n’ his cock was pulsing so hard that you could physically count it from where you were seated. Eyes wide and gaping - you don’t feel the slightest bit abashed about staring, and Geto doesn’t seem the slightest bit self-conscious. He’s got a gorgeous cock, and he knows it.
It feels so hot as he places the ruddied tip straight on top of your raw cunt and presses down. Not even easing inside- just smushing your folds down so that you’re getting a good feel of him.
And you do, of course.
You’re grabbing Geto by each one of his luscious deltoids and digging your nails into the firm muscle. Crashing your lips into his. Hissing, “I-inside.”
Making his velvety, sap-covered tip squeeze between your pussylips. He’s entering you with a buck and a cracked groan at the back of his throat—“I already am, general.” Just a single inch inside and he sounds breathy. Just a single inch inside and his head drops forwards- a curtain of inky black hair falling around you like a veil to the world.
You’re reaching upwards and taking out his signature golden hair pin. Even more of it.
You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this…vulnerable.
And then the Fire Lord’s throwing your legs over his shoulders and bending you flexibly down in half, hands finding purchase upon either side of your waist n’ slamming his hips into you like a madman. “And I’m have a d-damn good time fucking my wife.”
Geto’s reeling his lower half back- all the way until his ruby-red tip is purposefully stretching your hole out. Feeling you - just feeling you.
Before giving you a thorough thrust from the crown of his cockhead and down to his thick base. So thick. Your mouth’s falling open into a similar ‘oh’ that your pussy’s being expanded into.
Then repeating.
And repeating.
“Fuck, she’s so wet. Is that because you’re the- hah, land’s greatest Waterbending master-”
“Shut up.”
“And if I refuse?” There’s that hint of mischief in his voice you recognized from your past. “And if I claim that this pussy actually lov- liked this mouth of mine not too, mmm, long ago?” Through a clenched grin and furrowed brows, he somehow manages out. “So what do you have to say about that, general?”
Your maw keeps dropping open the more and more of his jagged thrusts he’s placing. “W-weren’t you the one who said he’d be happy to- even hngh—die by my blade?”
“I was. I am.” He replies - and it’s so earnest that you don’t have anything more to say to him. Suddenly, Geto’s giving you a right slam! of his cocktip- colliding against what feels like the very back of your throat. “And I stand by- ngh, every word I said.”
“Th-then…”
Before you’re able to sputter out anything more, he’s reaching his right hand down. Snaking his long fingers between those plump pussylips of yours - Geto plaps! the flattened edge of his thumb down on top of your clit. Then starts rolling n’ rolling over it in time with his solid thrusts. And just as every passing second made you keen out more…it also made you more honest.
And he could tell.
Geto’s feline smile presses on top of your forehead: a chaste kiss. One he’s repeating on your temples, your nose, either side of your cheeks, your chin, and finally your lips.
Humming against them, “But the reason I said that was because I’m in love with you.” And he says it so easily. Shock courses through your body- or perhaps that was just the feeling of him slammin’ into your g-spot. You get the distinct feeling that Geto had known where it’d be all this time - already having mapped you out with his roving fingers - and that he’d been holding out until this exact moment. “But why aren’t you completing your mission, yet?”
Your lips tremble- “I…”
“Let me make it clearer for you.” Gravelling tone pitching just a bit—just as he punishes out another slam! of his fingertips against your stuffed pussy. “Why haven’t you killed me yet?” He tosses his head with an attractive smile, “Is it because it feels too good? Be honest.”
Well…You’re scoffing, “You wish-”
He grins an irresistible grin before scorching his fingertips against your swollen cunt once more. Those Firebending powers of his certainly weren’t at full capacity - they weren’t even being used at a fraction of it.
And yet, it still made itself known in how even the tiniest bit of contact made heat sprint through every atom, every axiom of your being.
And you can only clench your hand around Geto’s damp hair, feeling the glide of those silken locks through your fingers. It makes the man hoverin’ above you on the bed wince—letting out a throaty noise of ecstasy as you’re handling him so meanly. He fucking loved it.
He’s dreamt of this for too fucking long.
Noticing this, you’re wrenching him back by his hair and spitting straight into his pretty mouth. Those pouty lips of his enclose immediately ‘round the sweet glob of spit you’re letting out - and he’s trying to kiss you almost immediately. “Mmmm…” Geto’s long lashes bat shut. At the very split-second that it had landed, you swore you could’ve felt his bashin’ cockhead swell even bigger. “Thank you, my wife.”
Eyes opening once more- you see there’s such a carnal glint in them that you can’t explain.
“But don’t think that’s gonna make me forget.” And suddenly, you’re understanding just why his name was whispered far and wide. Why not a soul in his palace seem to speak a word against him. For fear, or…Yet another swat. “Why haven’t you killed me yet, my little Waterbender?”
It was honestly feeling more like an interrogation at this point.
Mockingly, Geto cocks his head to the side and bears you his throat.
Perfectly unharmed and unscarred. The thin line where your blade lay earlier was practically invisible.
“C’mon…let me make this even clearer for you.” He goads, “Here’s your target. Here’s your enemy—kill me, my wife. Let’s see if you can, general.” Something almost maniacal in his grin, Geto’s dashing his dark hair backwards like a mane and pressing his forehead to yours. “Aren’t you the greatest Waterbender alive? You’re here because you’re bound by duty, are you not? Then why don’t you?”
A few harder thrusts.
Eyes wide. Tone crazed. “Why don’t you—?”
Why don’t you? Any other soul would stop themselves out of fear- perhaps out of proximity.
Good thing that you weren’t just any old soul.
And so you’re summoning that blade once more in a way that feels almost subconscious- your mind wasn’t really concentrated on the weapon. How could it be? When Geto’s plummeting cockhead was only growing speedier and speedier by the second - his round, reddened tip swirling about your insides and pinpointing every spot with his white precum. They were just the sloppiest strikes.
Again and again.
Upturning even the smallest slick orifices and bruising his circumference into your spongiest depths. Your cervix stung with the imprint of him.
Absolutely tortuous despite your training.
Which might be why the handle of your blade’s already half-melted; water dripping down your hand by the time you’re raising it to Geto’s pretty throat once more. “I…I am bound by my duty.” You breathe.
The enemy Lord’s grin widens as he registers your words. So you were finally taking the bait…
He looks down at the misshapen, gnarled excuse of a blade pushed to his throat—and notices the droplets of water cascading down your arm. And without a single warning, he’s craning his neck down - avoiding the sharp edge of the weapon - to liiiiiiick up those ice-cold droplets on your skin. It feels almost teasing looking at his tongue like this, already knowing what it’s done to you once.
Murmuring almost awe-struck, “I am the general of the rebellion’s Waterbending faction and I am here to kill you.”
“Yes—” He whispers. Pitch raising. Octaves higher. “Yes.” There’s a thundering squelch! between your legs as he then grips onto your clit with torrid fingers.
Your blade raises- ready to strike. “Geto Suguru, you are hereby to be assassinated at the hands of the new age. An act of revolution.”
“Yes—”
“An act of peace.”
“Fuck- yes.” Brows knitting once you clench.
“An act of…love.” Impatiently, Geto then turns to smack! the glossy top of your clit. To pinch it. And he does it with heat-coated fingers that make you see stars.
He stares at you, and you can’t look away. “So do it.” Almost gruffing the words out at you. And for how long he’s been saying these words to you, it’s just now hitting you at full force that this was a challenge. And how cocksure he was…“So kill me if you can bear to do it.”
For your nation, for others, you have to do this—you have to. Your hand trembles on the handle of the squat dagger. It feels small and almost…childish in your hands. But the longer the pause stretches between you two, the more it melts - until your weapon is nothing in your hands at all.
It was futile and you always knew it was. He did, too.
This was never going to happen.
Especially not when he was fucking you so incredibly—
And you’re merely wrapping both around the back of Geto’s head and tugging him to you.
You’re crashing our lips into his with a moan. “I can’t-” You gasp. You gawk. You’re barely breathing every time his mouth’s parting from yours and slamming back down with an even harder kiss. “I can’t bring myself to kill you, Suguru.”
Pain. It sounds like defeat. But to Geto Suguru, he’s heard no sweeter music. “And why is that…?” The infamous Fire Lord tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth.
“I-I don’t-”
Smack! Right on top of your clit. Honesty, remember?
“That’s not an answer.”
Heat coils between your legs - almost feeling like flames licking at your skin. He was making it clear that you were putty in his hands. “Please-”
Smack! Harder.
“It’s b-because I…”
“Speak up, general.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Harder. Three consecutive slaps of his fingertips- before you could even attempt to formulate an answer. Though Geto wasn’t completely merciless…at least not with you - he soothes over the sting with a few glissades of his fingertips. Pressing down on your knobbly clit then and combatting the pain with pleasure. Pinching. “Your soldier can’t hear you.”
And then you don’t know what exactly is doing it for you: perhaps the flared ridge of his tip, oh-so-perfectly grazing over your g-spot—or perhaps the way those half-shuttered eyes of his were staring down at you.
Practically boring down.
Seeking your soul.
There’s such an intensity about him- and you’re pretty sure you’re not imagining the way the air around you two heats up a few degrees. Palpable to a degree. Your skin perspires, and a bead of sweat runs down Geto’s own temple.
Tensely balancing at the edge of his jawline as he whispers. “Tell me, my heart…”
“I-it’s because I love you, too.” The confession comes rushing out of you before you even realize it. But once it’s out in the sweltering open air - there’s nothing more to do.
Nothing more to see. Nothing more beautiful than Geto Suguru’s pinched brows as you somehow - somehow…as though refusing to let himself believe such an idea - surprise him. His eyes glisten, his lips part. And that toned chest of his shudders just a lil’ as his breath hitches.
For a long time, Geto doesn’t let out anything but a few rasping grunts as he fucks you—fully and thoroughly—
And then he’s collapsing on top of you n’ puncturing out a few more sloppy strokes. Body hunched into yours. Mouth open and pressed on the column of your throat.
Heat bends around Geto’s fingertips - thrumming with energy, nearly vibrating - when he captures your clit. Harder.
Geto feels you clenching around him - throbbing furiously - and echoes out a prolonged grooooan as your third high of the night overcomes you. “Sh-shiiiiit—” It’s not one that you were expecting, and the sudden flashes of white behind your vision leave you startled. Your head drops back, and you’re mewling out Geto’s name twofold. “S-Suguru-”
“You haven’t called me that in years.” A drunken grin spreads across his face. One hard thrust that bangs into your g-spot. “Say it again-”
“Suguru-”
And one more spank. Sparks of pleasure more than you could register.
“Suguru—”
Your yelping n’ yowling were like music to his ears; the sweet sound of victory. And every time his pace quickened, your pupils are left dazed and confused—blinking up at him blearily.
Babbling.
“What’s thaaaat, my little Waterbender?” Geto’s pert lips twitch with amusement on either side, and he’s soon leaning his head down to hear you. To tease you by mimicking not hearing you—“You’ve got something to say to your lover? Heh- or maybe it’s to your husband?”
“It’s something to the- hngh, pain in my ass.” You snipe out.
His free hand reaches down n’ gropes a good handful of your ass. “We haven’t gotten there yet.”
And as your mouth drops open as his sheer audacity- Geto wastes no time returning your favor from earlier by spittin’ straight into your maw. Letting you swallow it before he’s thumbing over your clit again, “As I was- fuck! saying…”
“Mhmmm?”
And instead of just telling him - you suppose that showing him would be just as effective. And you’re running your hands all over the curves and muscles of his sturdy body; along the plush area of his pecs, and then down wherever you could reach his abs—pathetically reaching to grab onto Geto’s dripping, ruby-red cock. “I need you inside.”
His fingertips flare with his- slamming down on your clit once more. You just felt so raw and perfectly overstimulated. “I already am…?” Geto raises a brow.
“No—” You shake your head. And as for the bending powers…two could play that game. Without a single warning, you’re bending the moisture at the tips of your digits and dropping their temperature starkly - making the powerful Firebending master shiver at the play with heat. “I need you to cum inside me, Suguru.”
And you always did know he was weak for first names, didn’t you?
Because in no time, Geto’s then hiding his blushing face into the crook of your neck- and gluing his ravenous hips to yours. With a few twitches deep inside, his scorching-hot tip bubbles over—finally.
And then he’s pouring out bucketload after bucketload of hot, gooey cum.
Body bowing. Toes curling. His long hair was knotted and dampened with perspiration, sticking to your own clammy body as he’s tangling the two ever-closer.
Geto isn’t even completely done with the crescendo of his high before he’s already attempting to fuck every ounce of it inside you.
Sticky. It’s a satiny mess between your legs, and Geto’s ecstasy was just the tip of the iceberg. “Fuck.” The true sloppiness presented itself when it was time for him to fuck each and every wad into you - directing the sheer volume of it with his fat red cock. A thorough prod of his shaft leaves a few droplets being swerved straight into your womb. “O-oh, fuuuuuck-”
“Shit.” Just as he utters his sensual sounds - all of the stray parchments in the room catch on fire and peter themselves out. Instant. He’s bending the combustion in the air around you two. “Oh, gods…”
Without a single word.
Without a single intention.
You’re still suffering from the sultry aftershocks of your own high- and yet you have to clear your head. You have to be the rational one. “Suguru-”
SLAM!
Before you can sputter out anything more, he’s reaching an arm out to grip onto the headboard and leaving you speechless.
Just the sound of you saying his name- just the sound of you saying his name had his heavy balls clenching once more. And suddenly you’re feeling an even greater warmth seep into your stomach—Geto’s cumming once more. And the veiny length of his shaft was just accumulating it all at the back of your pussy with squelch after squelch!
Broken, mangled remains of your name escaping his throat.
You can’t help but stare up at the corded muscles of his biceps- arms enough to…kill for. Almost as soon as you’re thinking the thought, you watch as Firebending seeps out of his limbs n’ melts through the metal headboard. Geto’s catching the look on your face with a priggish smile.
“Oh, shut up.” You roll your eyes.
“I didn’t say a thing.”
He didn’t have to. Because he’s pressing on your stomach after the final zap of his high has completed - burnished red cockhead finally calming down - and he’s watching the cum drip out of you. All of him—that he’s stuffed lovingly inside your pussy.
And Geto doesn’t think he’s felt more victorious.
“Suguru..” You start. “Earlier, when you said something about you having no power-”
“I meant it.” He wasn’t lying. He looks deep into your eyes, “As the Prince Regent I am technically the one authority in the palace. Yet it remains a farce…my father still holds one true reign, and the council has decided unanimously that he rules from his deathbed. How competent, yes?”
You ponder, “I see.” Then you ask—“Did you ever read…”
He looks at you so intently, and you shake your head and rephrase the question.
“Why didn’t you answer any of my letters?”
“Letters?” Geto’s eyes flash. “You wrote letters?”
“Oh, Suguru…” Such sadness in your tone. It was obvious they’d never even reached him. “Almost every week for the first few years. I stopped when the war commenced…seemingly by your doing.”
Nearby, a loveseat catches fire and immediately puts itself down. Lips trembling, he grits out—“I…I had no idea.” Enraged. “Those fucking elders- I wondered whether you’d just gotten sick of me-”
“What? No, don’t be stupid-”
He chuckles, “Glad to know you still think so highly of me.” Nuzzling your cheek.
“I do.” You stubbornly hold back your tears, “And I need to know…how in league are you with the Zenins?”
And to your surprise, a smile spreads across his face. “The Zenins?” He rests his forehead against yours and sighs, “Silly Waterbender. The entire reason I was sent to Mount Inferno in the first place was over a fight about the Zenins- and even then, they bartered their son in there to keep an eye on me. And if I was in cahoots with the Zenins to any degree, would I have started the rebellion?”
Your heart skips a beat. “You’re the one that started the rebellion?”
“Yes, from the confines of my lavish prison, unfortunately.” Geto grimaces. “Though I’m glad it got strong enough to this point. It was me who sparked and funded the idea…even misinformed the imperial guard away from where riots took place. But the uprisings, the community, the victory- that was entirely the peoples. While the only thing I could do was sit here and play nice with the Zenins.” Bitterly.
Pulling him deeper to you. Two halves of the same future: you think back to Lady Tsukumo’s prediction. “My big, strong husband. Was poor wittle tea time tough?”
“Oh, it was deplorable.” He jests.
And Geto exhales properly as though the first time in years.
You ache for him.
Just as he aches for you. For your past and for your future. “I’m sorry, my wife.” He tremors after a long stretch of silence. “All this time…I wish I could’ve been a stronger prince.”
You can’t help but punch him softly on his shoulder, “Stupid Suguru. It’s okay. We’re all just grown-up kids pretending we know the way.” Sniffling. You could have a real wedding later, you could make up for time later. “But you better make it up for these nine years we didn’t see the fire lilies, or else…”
“I’d do anything for you.” He breathes. Lips pressing to yours, “I’d let the world burn for you.”
.
.
.
History will remember this day.
As the start of how a bender from the Water Nation would one day become the Queen of the Fire Nation; as the start of a reckoning that started from within the palace itself and spread like a disease into the lands outwards; as the day of revolution.
The Zenin family has long since held the palace captive.
Sitting up on their perfumed, padded cushions and ordering the extinguishment of anyone that wasn’t like them. It was upon their orders that the Fire Nation attacked—and on their orders that the war was prolonged. Nine years of death and destruction.
And that night, after wiping yourself down, you’re sneaking out of the royal suite once Geto’s eyes had closed. Roaming the dark, winding hallways like a predator at night; your eyes were wide and your Waterbending thrummed at your fingertips. Now it had an edge and was begging to meet flesh.
The first chamber that you’d encountered after exiting the marital bedroom was the current King’s chamber - one that Geto had told you had been banned to him since he could remember. He hadn’t seen his father since he’d first gotten here nine years ago. Perhaps because of the decoration and distraction of the wedding, the door had finally been left unlocked and you could peer in. And from the foot of the doorway, you stood watching—as one of the Zenin ministers sped a spoonful of curdling concoction that should’ve been medicine. Perhaps.
But the sweet, simpering smell that drifted from it told you something else.
Fire lilly.
Poisonous when cooked.
Your fingers twitched—and you were just about to send a deadly stream of water spearing through the man. But a sudden tap on your shoulder make you jump-
Whirling around to find Geto.
He smiles at you warmly, and then mouths something in the semi-darkness. It’s hitting you instantly what he means: this one is mine. It’s his revenge to take. Nodding understandingly, you watch as the spark of Firebending starts to curdle around his digits—and you’re scurrying off into the darkness with a kiss pressed to his cheek.
You know exactly where you need to go.
You’d made note of the layout when Nobara had escorted you around.
And she’d given this room a wide berth.
Silent as the shadow that falls, dawn licks at the edge of your figure once you’re walking up to a bed chamber and knocking. Just a light rap. And before whomever was inside can answer, you meld into the shadows behind—just as Zenin Naoya steps out, you’re wielding a dagger of your water and ending him.
A clean cut. Right across the throat.
Because the Zenins, in starting this war, never intended for Geto Suguru to become King. They hoped for him to abdicate such a blood-soaked throne, or at best for an assassination from you…which was why Naoya himself had written you the letter. You did think it was strange that Geto’s handwriting wasn’t even the faintest shadow of what you remembered it to be. They had an inkling that you wouldn’t be giving yourself up to the Fire Nation so easily.
They wanted Zenin Naoya to be King.
The body falls.
A single life will be lost on your wedding night at your hand. Before Dawn has defeated darkness, darkness shall be defeated within. And red shall stain the floors of a royal suite.
The Sun is clawing away at a new day.
In blood as we are borne, two worlds reunite under life and death.
"your pussy's so pretty. so soft ‘n warm too." nagi breathed against your neck, voice just as infuriatingly nonchalant as it always was despite how deep his fingers were buried inside you. "s'too bad you don't know how to shut up."
"sei—" you whined, struggling to control your moans when he hit that spot. his thick digits curling this time, relentlessly pressing up into it over and over while he looked down at you with a lazy smirk.
"mhmm," he mocked, mimicking your pout as he watched you writhe beneath him like he wasn't the cause of all the cute, pitiful little noises that were spilling out of you or the way your poor thighs were trembling against him.
"see what i mean?" he whispered, not easing up at all as your core began to unravel around him, "i wanna fuck you, but i can't." his lips pressed softly into the corner of your mouth, his hand still working against you in every way imaginable. "not when you're bein' all loud like this. you're gonna wake reo up if you don't stop, y'know?"
"sei—" you tried again, but it was all in vain. lost entirely to the feeling of his thumb circling your clit while his fingers were still knuckle-deep, making your walls spasm and your vision blur.
"i'll be quiet." you promised, legs locking involuntarily around his grip. "fuck, sei— please. i'll be so quiet. i—" you were gushing, slick dripping down his wrist and onto his sheets as your nails dug into his forearm. a broken string of please-please-please-please-s filling the room while your hips rocked frantically against him.
his steel eyes were sharp, the warmth of his palm firm as it flew up to cover your mouth.
"always so desperate, aren't you?" he sighed, positioning himself between your legs with ease. his other hand grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. "i go out of town for two weeks and you act like you're dying."
the head of his cock was fat and leaky as he lowered himself towards your center, both hands still occupied with keeping you quiet and still. "you're gonna be good for me, yeah?"
you nodded, drawing in a breath through your nose while watching him line himself with your entrance using only the muscles from his core and hips.
nagi had always been strong— toned in that unsuspecting sort of way, but you'd almost forgotten just how much body control he had until you were up close with him like this.
his movements were calculated, his first thrust tentative and curious, like he was testing to see just how much you meant it.
the second was more purposeful, his eyes trailing over you as he watched you take him. your stare wide and glossy, eyebrows pinching together in awe while your walls fluttered around him.
"this what you wanted?"
his voice was static against your skin, leaving tiny goosebumps in its wake as it fanned across your collarbone. you didn't have to say anything for him to know, not with the way your body was sucking him like it had never needed anything more.
his rhythm was harsh but careful, his tip knocking against your cervix with practiced precision. you were wet, wrapped around him so tight you were practically smothering him.
"you'd let me fuck you like this, forever, wouldn't you?" he panted, head tilting back as his hips snapped back to yours. "you’d let me play with that pretty little clit all day 'n night, huh?"
you nodded feverishly, your moans slipping between his fingers as he grip slowly loosened on you.
you were full, lower belly swelling with the shape of him each time he bottomed out. tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how deep he was when he finally moved his hand and dropped his head into the crook of your neck.
"lemme hear it, baby. c'mon. you don't have to be quiet this time."
you were whimpering, your nails still digging crescent shapes into his arm that were sharp enough to bruise, but neither of you seemed to care. he was just as lost as you were, just as fucking gone from how gorgeous his name sounded spilling out of you.
he groaned, teeth sinking into the nape of your neck as he slammed into you again. fucking into you like it was the only thing his body remembered how to do as the two of you broke in perfect synchronicity.
your walls clenched around him like a vice, milking him for everything he was worth while your thighs held him in place. little shockwaves rippling through you as a mix of relief and euphoria flooded your senses at once.
"right...there, fuck. don't stop," you were far too drunk on the moment to care about trivial things like consequences or possibilities. "i wanna feel it. please, sei. don't—"
it didn't take you begging for his cock to start twitching inside you, but god, did it amplify the feeling of it.
his hips stuttered, his body rutting against yours urgently before his lips met yours with that sleepy sort of affection only he could deliver. the two of you breathing into each other's mouths with your foreheads pressed together while the warmth of his release coated your walls. his thrusts slow, filling you up in-between kisses and heady little obscenities.
"you’re so pretty,” he whispered, voice light but unusually serious as his nose nudged yours. “so perfect. i hope you’re always this desperate for me.”
dry humping with nagi seishiro is always hot and messy!
ᝰ. PAIRING: nagi x fem!reader
ᝰ. contains : dry humping, cumming in pants, nagi is lazy and dirty what a surprise, nagi likes watching you struggle and thats it ig.
ᝰ. wc : 635 ⎯⎯ oneshot
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . naz : made this within one day ru guys proud, icl idk how to feel ab this and im in my feelings so i might post a bit more bllk stuff idk no promises. sorry for any mistakes or grammatical errors and this aint proofread either bye. enjoy !!
ᝰ. FEEDBACKS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED
He is lazily biting and sucking on your neck while his huge hands roam down your body, from pinching and twisting your sore nipples through your tank top to guiding your hips and ass against his soaked boxers. Your panties are barely hanging on as you roll against him, cunt aching and begging for his length as more slick rushes out of you.
''babyy, it aches so baddd'' you whine against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling more irritated by the second. This wasn't even your initial plan; you just wanted to be fucked dumb, but because of your stupid boyfriend's tiredness, here you are, placed on top of his lap, rocking against his hard member while his half-dazed eyes bore into yours.
''you're so impatient and lazy, you can't go one day without me doing all the work?'' he questioned, unimpressed, stretching your tank top down with one finger before licking around the bud of your breasts and popping it inside his mouth, earning a gasp from you.
" sei, for the love of god, stop being a fucking dick'' you snap as you press down harshly against him, already tugging at his boxers. He stays unfazed at your burst out as he watches his saliva dripping down your breasts.
''oh?'' he smirks coolly, staring at your flushed cheeks and frustration building up on your face as you still couldn't cum yet. The pressure kept building up, but it was taking you nowhere. Your head was spinning, your throat was dry, and he could see it. That's what turned him on more, seeing his pretty girl struggle to cum without his help.
Nagi hooked his fingers around your wrist before pushing you down on the couch roughly and towering over you. He pinned both of your wrists above your head as he yanked the drenched underwear off, letting the cool air hit your throbbing pussy. You choked out a moan when you felt his hard tip poking through the fabric of his boxers, grazing over your swollen clit.
''are you close already?'' he pouted, seeing your mouth fall agape as he pushed his clothed tip near your entrance. You tighten your legs around his waist as he rolls vigorously against you, whimpering. You can feel Nagi's finger find its way to your clit before rubbing frantically, chasing your pleasure. Your moans get louder as you clench around his tip, rubbing at your entrance.
''please dont stop'' you sobbed as you gripped his biceps, feeling your abdomen tighten. Pulling you closer, he crashes his lips against you, swallowing your sounds. His tongue forces it ways inside yours, swiftly tangling against yours. Drool mixed with his drips down your chin and neck as he lifts one of your legs higher and pushes as deep as he can.
You couldn't even warn him before your liquid gushed out, splattering all across his tight boxers. The filthy noises of slick got louder as he chased his high while roughly squeezing the flesh of your thigh. You tilted your head slightly, giving him the signal to bite down on your neck while he cums.
''fuck fuck fuck'' he whimpered as he rutted against you. He stared at the warm seed slowly leaking out of his boxers and smearing against your thighs.
Nagi connected his lips with you once more, but this time, soft and delicate, as if he was savouring the moment. However, you could barely keep up as exhaustion washed over you as well.
'' so pretty'' he mumbled, kissing your cheeks '' i will fuck you good later hm?''
''we should probably clean up...'' your voice trailed off, feeling sticky.
''in a bit'' he whispered as he collapsed on your chest, a faint smile displaying on his face.
it started innocently enough—or as innocent as anything ever is with him. one lazy sunday morning when you were still half-asleep and riding him slow, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand with that mischievous grin and whispered, “just one video, baby. for my eyes only. i wanna watch how pretty you look when you come on my cock.”
you said yes.
now it’s become a ritual.
every time he fucks you, the phone comes out. sometimes he sets it up on the tripod in the corner of the bedroom so it captures everything in wide angle. sometimes he holds it himself, filming close-ups of his thick cock stretching your pussy open, the way your tits bounce with every thrust, the messy slick coating his shaft when he pulls out just to push back in deeper.
he loves the sounds most of all.
“listen to that,” he’ll groan, angling the camera down between your bodies so the microphone catches the wet, filthy squelch every time he bottoms out. “hear how sloppy your pussy gets for me? fuck, baby, you’re dripping down my balls.”
he always makes sure to get your face too—the way your eyes roll back, the way your mouth falls open when he hits that spot inside you, the broken moans and whimpers of his name that spill out when you’re close.
“say it louder,” he’ll demand, voice rough as he fucks you harder, free hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider for the camera. “tell the camera who’s making you feel this good. who owns this tight little cunt.”
you always give in. “you do, satoru—fuck—only you—”
he saves every single video.
they’re stored in a heavily encrypted folder on his phone titled “private collection🤍” with a little heart emoji he thinks is subtle. there are dozens now. some are short clips of you sucking him off in the back of the car after a mission. some are long, hour-long tapes where he edges you for ages before finally letting you come. there’s even one from the time he fucked you against the floor-to-ceiling window in his penthouse while the city lights glittered behind you.
he watches them when you’re away.
when you’re on a solo mission, or visiting family, or just busy with work that keeps you late. he’ll lock himself in his bedroom, pull up the folder, and pick one at random. sometimes it’s the one where you’re riding him reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing as you take every inch. sometimes it’s the one where he has you folded in half, legs over his shoulders, pounding you so deep the camera catches the bulge in your lower belly.
he strokes himself slow at first, matching the rhythm on the screen, groaning your name under his breath. “fuck, look at you… taking me so well even when i’m not there.”
his hand speeds up as the video gets filthier. he loves the parts where you beg—when you’re crying and whimpering “please, satoru, fill me up, i need your cum.” he always comes hard to those, thick ropes spilling over his fist while he watches himself breed you on the screen.
after he finishes, he doesn’t delete anything. he just saves the new load of cum on his fingers and sends you a quick text:
“miss you. watched our video from last thursday. you looked so pretty crying on my cock. can’t wait to make a new one when you get home.”
you always reply with something flustered and needy, and he grins like an idiot, already planning the next tape.
sometimes he gets bold.
he’ll send you short clips while you’re at work—a ten-second snippet of him thrusting into you from behind, his hand fisting your hair, the sound of skin slapping skin loud and clear. the message always comes with the same caption:
“thinking about you. hurry home so we can film the sequel.”
he never pressures you to let him post them or share them. these videos are strictly for him—his private collection, his dirty little secret. he watches them when he’s stressed after a long day, when he’s horny and you’re not around, when he just wants to relive how perfect you feel wrapped around him.
and every time he films a new one, he makes sure to whisper against your lips right before he starts recording:
“smile for the camera, baby. gonna watch this one later when i’m all alone and missing this tight pussy.”
then he fucks you like he’s trying to make sure the next video is even better than the last.
because gojo satoru doesn’t just love fucking you.
he loves keeping every single moment of it forever.
so he can watch you fall apart for him again and again.
summary: the talkative and all pink girl, who never curses or hates someone is a real perv. And she always has a prey to chase in the college, and now it’s the quiet, emo boy from her art class.
warnings: mdni, pervert!reader, college au, no curse au, smut, dom!reader, sub!choso, plot with porn, unprotected sex, dirty talk.
a/n: i love perv!reader, might do other fic of emo!choso and her.
word count: 3.7k
"His dick would destroy me sooo good."
Your friends look at you with wide eyes, clearly not expecting such filthy words from you.
Actually, nobody can expect that. You’re the cute, pinky girl who’s friends with everyone, talkative, sweet, and all those things. But you’re also another thing. A pervert.
However, you don’t show it. You just let your eyes linger too long on the guys with grey sweatpants showing very well their dick or all sweaty in the gym, you touch in ‘accident’ their arms or thighs, you have to actually bite your lips to contain your moans to slip out when a guy is too good looking.
When a guy is really hot, you sometimes just finger yourself on a picture of him.
And your little naughty obsession for the moment is that emo boy from your art class. Choso Kamo.
He’s your complete opposite, and that’s exactly why you want him.
When you first notice him after finally forgetting your former obsession, it's instant.
You knew you wanted him, needed him. And you’re gonna have him, one way or another.
"Okay, first…since when do you talk like that? Second…the emo boy?! No, that’s a big no. He’s weird, never talks to anyone, probably doesn’t even know what a pussy looks like, and I’m pretty sure he’s a satanist." Your friend looks in the same direction as you, making a disgusted face at the sole sight of Choso.
Those words make your eyes roll in exasperation, your pink lips pouting. "Be nice. He’s the sweetest boy on Earth, I’m sure. And if he is a satanist, then I’ll let him drink my blood."
Your other friend, still shocked by your sudden words from earlier, scoffs. "Don’t pout like a doll while saying such kinky stuff. Let him drink your blood? Seriously?"
"You two are so narrow-minded. I’m going to see someone who’ll actually like talking to me!" You faked an annoyed scoff, suddenly getting up from your seat.
Class hadn’t started yet, your art teacher is always late. So that means you can move and choose a new seat, right. next. to. Him.
"Hii!" You plop down on the chair next to his, dropping your pink bag to the ground and immediately leaning toward him. "Do you know me?"
The poor boy looks at you with wide eyes, clearly taken off guard by your sudden appearance. That’s not difficult to tell, he never actually talked to a girl. But that makes him even better. "Uh…I..yes, the cheerful girl. Always talking and giggling at everything like the world is all pink and glitter."
Oh.
So he does know you.
Baby, you’re not ready for what’s coming.
"Nice to hear you know me then, no need to do all the introduction thing…that’s kinda boring. You’re Choso, right? You know, I looove your style! And the black paint on your nails? Cool. Do you think it would suit me well if I paint mine in black too? We could match! And those two messy buns you have, they’re so cute…it’s like, the perfect hairstyle for you, I wouldn’t see you with anything else! Maybe I should do it too…but that would be too much matching things. Can I borrow your pen for the lesson? Ah, no, forget it, mine is better for me. Oh no, actually yours is really better—"
"Stop." He puts his hand in front of him, stopping you in your tracks. He’s almost panting from trying to catch every word you say, but it’s an impossible mission with how quickly you talk and go from one topic to another. You can’t just shut up. Not with someone like him. "You…you can take whatever you want…just, stop talking so quickly. I can’t keep up…"
Your hands take his to put them down, lips curved up in an amused way as you lean toward him. "Aw, you're so cute. Okay, okay, I'll slow down so you can hear every single word I say. Because it would be a shame if you don't hear the sole person talking to you in this class and maybe in your life in general."
Letting go of his hands before he starts heating up more than he already is, you continue, "So, about that nail painting...want to go to my place? It would be fun."
He looks away, eyes searching for something that isn't you, and starts fiddling with his fingers. "You sure..? I don't know if it's a good idea..."
"Why would it be a bad idea? It's just nail painting. Nothing bad."
You want more than just nail painting. Actually, if he could paint your walls in white it would be good, very good, but it's not your objective obviously.
Or maybe it is.
It is.
He's just so sexy, the way he avoids looking directly into your eyes, how he fiddles nervously with his fingers, his liner slightly smudged by wearing it all day, his shy behavior, the way his lips part when he talks. Wait, he's talking right now.
"—but I just need it."
...need what? Your pussy? Because you can totally give it to him right fucking now without second thought.
Tilting your head to the side, you ask, "Oh, yeah, of course, but, uh...what do you need again?
Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he responds,"Your address. To get to your place after my last class... it's what you want, right?"
"Ohh, yeah, yeah, sorry, my bad. I already forgot I proposed the nail painting at my place. Such a dummy." When the teacher walks in twenty minutes late, you turn forward. "Anyway, let's focus now."
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"You made it!" You step aside, letting the obviously nervous boy inside your apartment, purposefully brushing your arm against his as you close the door.
It's the first time you have a shy boy like him in your place, most of the time it's an over-confident guy who mostly talks about themselves and hardly think about asking you the simplest question in the world: 'how are you?'. It's refreshing to have someone like Choso here, but you're not sure you're going to get fucked tonight since he doesn't even dare take off his coat or even sit on the couch you're already in.
"You can take off your coat and sit down, you know? I'm not going to bite you. Not now, at least. Or maybe you're the one scared to bite me, mh? Are you a vampire? A horrible blood-sucker who came here to devour me?"
With wide eyes, he stops his gesture to remove his coat. "Wh-what..?! Absolutely not! I'm not a vampire...do I look like one? Do I scare people? Oh no, Yuji told me my style was scaring people...they think I'm a vampire..."
You frown, looking him up and down before laughing openly at him. Does he really believe people are not talking to him because he looks like a vampire? He is really too naive. But that's a cute side of him you already love too much.
"Sweetie, relax. I was just messing with you. It was a joke, okay? Stop stressing over dumb stuff like that!"
Getting up, you take his coat from him and throw it on the chair with yours and lead him to sit on the sofa in front of the coffee table, where lie all the nail paint you have. So a lot. "When I waited for you, I got an idea."
His eyes follow your form as you sit down next to him, raising an eyebrow. "What idea?"
"Thanks for asking. You're still going to paint my nails in black, but instead of matching...I'm going to paint yours pink! Isn't that a soooo cool idea, huh?!" The silent settling lets you quickly understand he doesn't approve of this, but that's not like you care. So you take the black paint and hand it to him.
"I'm not...I'm not really thrilled about this...without offense." His shaky hands open the nail painting with his eyes fixed on it to avoid your gaze. "I'm not a big fan of pink. I think everyone can say that."
"And I'm not a fan of black, but it's fun to try new things, Choso! Just for now, at least, you'll see, you're going to love discovering new things. Even if you hate it after, at least you'll know for sure that pink isn't your thing at all. And you'll think about me every time you see pink, just like I'll think about you for black."
Nodding, he takes one of your hands in his and starts applying the black paint. His touch his delicate and soft, fingers precise on his work, and that's not really surprising since you two are in art class. "That's one positive way to see things. You're...so the opposite of me, I don't quite understand why you started talking to me in class. Was it a challenge or something you do between friends?"
Looking down at your hand being in his, you hum, "Mmh...no, of course not. It would be very mean."
The way he applies the nail paint is really precise. Makes you wonder if his fingers could be that precise in your pussy, already dripping just from the idea. If it were anyone else, you would already have skipped the whole nice act and would suck his dick until he's whimpering and begging to be inside you. But you're doing slow now, you want to have him the longest possible.
Pulling you out of your thoughts, he asks, "Your other hand, please..."
You change your hands and place the painted one on your thigh and the other one in his hands. "Do you think black suits me?"
He lifts his head to look at you, his first smile appearing on his beautiful face. "Yeah. Yeah, it looks fine on you."
"Oh my Lord...smile more, please. You're gorgeous when you smile!" It's true that this smile just lights up his whole face.
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Talking with him is really soothing. He's calm, intelligent in every topic, lets you talk even when you cut him off mid-sentence, chuckling every time you start rumbling about something nonstop. He's really a good guy, and maybe sex isn't the only thing you want with him anymore. But of course you still want it, so when you finish applying the pink paint on his nails, you lean toward him, the corners of your lips curved up. "You know what type of pink this one is?" Without letting him respond, you continue, "It's my bra's pink."
"Mybra pink..? I think I don't know this shade...I only know baby pink, salmon pink, hot pink, neon pink—"
Frowning, you look at him, listing all the shades of pink he knows, not believing your eyes. You shake your head and stop him from saying more. "No, no, Choso...ugh, I was flirting with you! I was saying that this pink on your nails is the same pink as my bra. The thing holding my tits."
"Oh." His throat works as he swallows, eyes looking down at your chest before looking away, like the police will come arrest him for looking a micro-second at your tits. "Sorry, I...I didn't..."
Chuckling, you cup his face and approach yours until there is only a centimeter separating you. "You're too cute for your own good, you know that? I could eat you up right now..."
His adorable wide eyes lock on yours. "Aren't I am supposed to eat you since I'm the one looking like a vampire..?"
"Pfft. Yeah, right. Then go ahead, vamp." You lean back on your elbows, waiting for him to lift your skirt and push your panties to the side, but instead, he's just looking at you in confusion that he tries to hide.
That boy is starting to be too virginal for you.
So you get up and take his coat to give it to him. "It was a nice evening. Come back here whenever you want. See you in art class, vamp."
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.
.
You want to bounce on that dick bad. Real bad. But he doesn't get the damn hit even when you're clear about it.
"It's so hot in here with you..."
"You want to take some fresh air?"
Or, "I need to ride something right now."
"Oh, well, I don't think you'll find a horse in here."
And again, "Can I suck you?"
"What? But I'm not a lollipop..."
That's unbelievable. How can someone be so clueless and innocent? You started thinking he was doing this on purpose, or maybe he just didn't want you. But if he really didn't want you, he wouldn't accept to be at your place again like every evening now.
You two are just watching Twilight after laughing again about the whole vampire thing about him, curled up on your couch and not close enough for your liking. So you move closer and closer to him every minute until you're flush against him. And what you didn't expect was for him to wrap his arm around your shoulders. That boy is too sweet; you're definitely in love.
"Thank God I'm not a disco ball like him every time I go under the sun."
You giggle and put your head against his chest. "Yeah, it would be annoying. Team Jacob, anyway, those dumb-ass vampires can't compete with him."
He frowns and looks down at you. "Jacob? That boy is shirtless every time, is he a nudist or something? At least Edward is dressed like a real man, not a savage."
"But he's a disco ball."
"But he's not an animal."
You two started a competition over who's the better boy, and in the end, agreed to say Alice was better than everyone else in this saga. Talking and laughing were cool and all, but now you need to fuck him. You started talking to him for that special goal, didn't you?
Tugging on his collar to get his attention, you ask, "Remember the pink paint you put on my nails last time?" He nods with a little hum, so you continue, "Well...I need your help to find the perfect pink I want for this week."
His lips immediately stretch in a smile. "Oh, I'd be happy to help you! What do you need me for?"
Smiling with full teeth, you lean toward him until you're sure he'll feel your breasts press against him. "Take off your pants."
You already know your bluntness will cause him to blush and start stumbling over his words like a teenager, and that's only better. And just like you predict, his eyes widen, and his jaw drops in pure shock.
"Wh..what? Why do you...why do you need me to take off my pants? I don't understand...how can it help you find the right color for your nails...?" He's already straightening up, but he keeps one hand on your thigh that was here since the start of the movie night.
You tilt your head to the side with that fake innocent face you do so well. "I heard some girls saying that...dick's tip is the perfect color to paint our nails. And you're the only boy I know!" Lie.
"You...want to see the color of my...tip..?" He looks at you for a moment and sighs, already melting under your innocent face. "Okay then...as long as it helps you."
Oh yeah, baby, it will definitely help you.
He unbuttons his jeans with shaky hands, clearly nervous to show that part of him. Maybe it's small, or not good-looking? You saw a ton of dick in your life, and there were all types of them, long, short, thick, thin, ugly as fuck, too pretty not to be ridden, curved on the side, curved so it slapped on the stomach, straight or even—
HOLY SHIT.
He's hard, and it's not big, it's huge! You lean down to see his dick better, lips parted in shock. "Whoa..." You're literally in fascination. It's curved just right to slap his abdomen, long enough you're sure it will hit your cervix without difficulties, thick to the point it will surely stretch you to the hilt. You're going to have so much fun bouncing on it.
"You...you're happy now? You got the color?" He doesn't even look down, his head turns away to hide his blush.
He flinches when you chuckle, air hitting his sensitive cock. "Yeah, I'm really happy now. Buuut...can I touch it?"
This time, he lowered his head to look at you in pure shock again. Oh, wait, no, that's not shock. That's arousal. "Really..? You...uh, yeah, okay."
Naughty boy.
You don't waste a second and wrap your fingers around his shaft, squeezing it hard enough to make him gasp—whine, actually. "Does it feel good?" The pathetic whimper he lets out answers your question and encourages you to start pumping his dick, your hand going up and down in synchronisation with his desperate whimpers.
"Ngh! Oh my—you're so good at that...are you—fuck—sure you don't know any other boy..?"
"Of course, sweetie, it's the first time I've done that kind of thing to someone." Leaning down, you start doing a cat lick on his tip that makes his hips jerk toward your face, his whimpers turning into lewd pornographic moans.
Hearing those noises makes your panties wet as hell, moving so you can grind on your heel in this new position without stopping, jerking him. "Do you want to fuck me, little vamp? Want to be inside me soo bad, huh? Feel my tight cunt squeezing you 'til you fill me up? Need to bury that big and tick cock inside somethin' warm and wet? Mh? You want that, Cho?"
"Yes, yes, please—ngh!, please..." Even if his eyes are closed, you can see the tears forming in the corners of them, making you grin.
It's too good to finally have him, and you don't have the courage to make him wait. So you release his hardness and get on top of him, thanking yourself for having put on a skirt today to let you have easy access to get fucked. "That's a good boy...begging to fuck me."
Your panties are sticking to your folds because of how wet you are now, and his teary eyes don't help. You don't wait any longer and push your panties to the side before sliding his tip up and down your folds. He moans immediately, hands gripping your hips like a vice, letting you know you'll have bruises tomorrow.
Keeping your torturous gesture to just slide his dick between your folds starts making Choso groan in frustration. "Stop that—hah—that's mean...I want to be inside, please, I can't wait longer..."
"Aw, my little vamp is getting impatient now?" You teased, then finally gave him what he wanted by pushing his tip inside, sliding down slowly to adjust to him. You both groan at the feeling, pushing deeper and deeper until he's balls deep inside your dripping pussy.
Throwing his head back, he whimpers. "You're too tight!"
"I know Cho, and you're too big. But you're inside and that feels so good, isn't it?", you coo, pushing his stray strands away from his sticky forehead.
You stay still a moment, letting him feel every centimeter of your gripping walls while you feel the pulse of his hard cock. "Want me to move or stay like that a littl' longer?"
He nods quickly, muttering between his whines. "Yes, please, move."
You start going up and down his length slowly at first, your own moans matching his. He's just so big and thick, just like you like. He can't even form proper words, just muttering some begging and letting out desperate whimpers and moans. His dick stretches you as you've never been before, but the pain doesn't scare you from fastening your bouncing. And just like you, though, his dick hit your cervix without pushing much, pressing on your g-spot at every thrust.
"You feel so good," he gasps. "So tight. I'm going to—hah—don't stop, please, please..."
"Oh, don't you worry, I'm not planning on stopping 'til we both reach our release." And just like I said, you bounce nonstop on his cock, making his cockhead rub that gummy spot inside you every time, your eyes rolling back. It's been so long now that your pussy is even more sensitive than before, and you're not one to complain about it.
"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna—" And he did. He cums with your name on his lips, his head thrown back again.
You feel your own climax coming, so you rub your clit against his pelvis each time you push him inside to the deep. You cum with a few more bounces, slumping down onto him just after, panting like him.
"That was...so good." He wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head affectionately.
Smiling, you lift your head and say, "Yeah, I know, I'm good at this."
"Oh, so you finally admit you've done it before and that you know other boys." He tilts his head to the side with a playful grin.
"Oh. Yeah, okay...I know other boys." You chuckle and brush your thumb on his smudged eyeliner to wipe it off. "But you're the best of them."
"Does that mean we're together or it's just a... one-time thing?" He stroked your hair with one hand while the other stroked your back.
Being together? That didn't even crossed your mind since you always just do one-time thing with every boy. But now that he mentions it, having him as your boyfriend could be good, really good.
"I guess we can be together, my vamp boyfriend."
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The next day, you're with your friends in art class. "So, like I said a few days ago, his dick destroyed my walls good. More than I thought, even."
When your emo-now-boyfriend-and-no-more-obsession comes in, you run to him and immediately show him your nails. "Look! It's your tip's color! That's the perfect color for me, right?"
“Do you have a favorite cock, Ryo? Like if you come from one, do you come from both?” You asked curiously while you poked at the twin heavy cocks hanging between his thick thighs. Both of them hard, thick, veined and intimidating as hell. “C’mon tell me. Which one comes more? Do you have a favorite? I know you do, Kuna.”
“Fuck no I don’t,” he’d growled, one of his upper hands fisting your hair while the lower pair rested on his hips. “They’re my cocks. The fuck you mean?”
“No no, you have to have a favorite,” you insisted, batting your lashes up at him even as you licked your lips. “So like… if you jerk one, do you feel it in the other too, Kuna? Or or—what if I suck one? Do you think there’s some way I could like… fit both in my mouth?”
He grinned, the mouth on his stomach twitching. “You wanna try that out, baby?”
“Mhm, yep. Can I please, Kuna? Please please—”
“Go ahead,” he said smugly. “But I don’t think that pretty little mouth can fit even one.” Rolling your eyes you lean in, hands wrapping around the base of the first cock—fuck, your fingers don’t even close all the way and guide the fat, leaking head toward your lips. It’s heavy on your tongue the second it slides in, stretching your jaw wide. You only make it halfway before your eyes start watering, throat already fluttering around the sheer girth.
Sukuna laughs as one of his lower hands pets your hair almost gently while the upper pair crosses over his broad chest. “Look at you,” he mocks, hips barely rocking forward to feed you another inch. “So fucking cute with your mouth full of cock.”
You choke out a muffled “mhm,” eyes squeezing shut as tears slip free. Saliva drips down your chin in messy strings while you bob your head, trying so hard to take more even though your jaw is already aching.
The second cock keeps twitching against your cheek, hot and heavy, smearing precum across your skin. You pull off with a wet gasp, coughing softly as you catch your breath. “So… which one’s your favorite?” you ask again.
One of his upper hands tightens in your hair while a lower hand grips the base of the neglected cock and slaps it lightly against your cheek. “Still fucking asking?” he scoffs as two of his hands yank you up by the waist and slamming your back against the nearest wall. Your legs are spread wide instantly, dangling uselessly as he lines both cocks up against your dripping pussy. “Why don’t you tell me which one’s your favorite?”
Your pussy lips part obscenely around the first girth, cock way too thick. You cry out, body shuddering hard. “K-Kuna—fuck—too much—!”
“Take it,” he growls, hips snapping forward another inch. His cock sinks deeper, the second one slap your ass every time he thrusts. “F-fuck—Ryo—!” you sob, head falling back against the wall, tears streaming. He pulls out and lines up the second cock against your pussy before he begins thrusting. The first cock now slapping wetly against your stomach with every thrust, leaving shiny streaks of your own slick across your skin.
“K-Kuna—fuck—both feel so good—!” you moan, your pussy squelches loudly around him, creaming all over the thick shaft.
The neglected cock slides up, resting heavy on your belly, the fat head nudging just below your tits as he rails you with the second one. He switches again, pulling out and shoving the first cock back in, then the second, alternating between them until you’re a shaking, drooling mess, not even sure which one is inside you anymore.
Sukuna fucks you like that, both cocks pistoning in and out until you both come hard. The cock inside you fills you as the second spurts cum across your stomach in messy white streaks.
Sukuna finally sets you down on the comfy bed and he looks ridiculously smug, one lower hand lazily stroking the base of the first cock. You catch your breath, “…So which one’s your favorite, Kuna?”
He stares down at you for a long second before barking out a loud laugh. “Brat,” he mutters, “They’re both my cocks. But since you’re so fucking insistent…” He leans in closer, “The second one cums a little harder. Happy now?”
You blink up at him. Completely dazed and fucked out, as a small stupid smile tugs at your swollen lips. “I like the first one more.”
WARNINGS: NSFW — smut; p in v sex, creampie, subby gojo (whimpering gojo again wohoo), pussywhipped!gojo, implied first time, praise, pillow under hips trick, slight overstim, shy nerd satoru, dirty talk, a little humor, slight playful r!jealousy.
A/N: like i did with frat!jo, this is my take on nerd!jo. might not be much different lmaoo. | artist: @/3vangel1ne_
the room was dim, just the soft blue glow from satoru’s monitor still on, in the corner because he’d forgotten to turn it off.
his glasses were slightly crooked, white hair a complete mess from your fingers earlier. you were already — obviously — naked under him, legs hooked loosely around his hips, still trying to catch your breath from the way he’d eaten you out like it was a final exam he refused to fail.
he’d been so nervous at first. fumbling with the condom wrapper, mumbling apologies when the lube bottle slipped from his long fingers and rolled under the bed. you’d laughed, kissed him stupid, told him to relax and to simply enjoy.
now?
now he was buried inside you, rolling his hips slowly in a way that made your toes curl against his lower back. every drag of his cock felt devastatingly good, like he’d mapped every sensitive inch of you.
“fuck—satoru-,” you gasped when he changed the angle just slightly, nudging that spongy spot that made you babble incoherent things.
he let out a shaky laugh against your throat. “y-yeah? there?”
you could only nod, nails digging into the backs of his shoulders.
then he did it.
without warning he reached over, grabbed the spare pillow beside your head, and— all while still fucking into you with that same maddening rhythm —slid it under your hips.
that new tilt changed everything.
your back arched involuntarily as the head of his cock pressed harder, deeper, right against that swollen, needy place inside. your next moan came out broken, voice breathy with pleasure.
“oh my god!—”
he moaned low in response, hips stuttering for half a second like your reaction had punched the air out of him.
“b-better?” he whispered, voice wrecked, pupils blown so wide you could barely see the baby blue in his eyes shielded by his crooked glasses.
you stared up at him, dazed, thighs trembling. “how—how the fuck do you even know that?”
satoru froze mid-thrust, and you felt his cock twitch hard inside you. it made you whimper a little.
“eh?” he asked, cheeks flushed red.
your walls tightened around him on purpose, watched his lashes flutter. “the pillow thing. with who, ‘toru? who did you do this with first? did you lie to me?-“
his face went scarlet from his neck to the tips of his ears even more. poor boy who swore you were his first hook up now was deemed a traitor.
“i—i didn’t—” he tried to hide against your shoulder but you grabbed his jaw, forced him to look at you.
“tell me.” you mumbled, pouting a little, moving your hips slightly.
he swallowed hard, cock pulsing so violently you felt it in your stomach, as he slowly began to rock his hips again, not fully on the rhythm of before.
“i… watched. a-a lot.” he stammered. then, he dropped his head on your shoulder as he began to lose his composture. “like. hours. a-and read- forums— damnit, re-reddit threads! reddit! descriptive ones! y-yeah, i-“
you giggled, arms around him again.
“you studied how to fuck me?”
he sounded like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
“i didn’t want to be bad,” he mumbled. “n-not for you. i- i just— made notes… oh, fuck” he cursed softly when you pressed him tighter against you.
“you're so cute" you smiled against his lips, rolling your hips up to meet his next thrust. “i bet you got hard even thinking about this"
“i- y-yeah, i did" he nodded, blue eyes glassy with pleasure, "a-and ‘m not sorry,” he panted, starting to move again faster , like your teasing had flipped a switch. “i jus' wanted to be good for you- oh my god”
"are you close, 'toru?" you whispered, nails softly raking down his back as he kept thrusting into you.
"yeah-" he nodded eagerly, breathing hard, "you're- just, ah, squeezin' me so good, shit, m'sorry, m'sorry-"
He loses rhythm for a second, hips jerking erratically before he finds it again—faster, deeper, pillow keeping you perfectly elevated so he can bully that spot over and over, making you moan alongside the creaks of the bed and the bedframe against the wall.
"sa-satoru!" you cried his name, back bowing, nails leaving red lines down his back as you clenched so tight he choked on a curse, feeling the first spasms of your orgasm.
“fuck—fuck, that’s it, that’s it—” he fucked you through it, pace turning sloppy, desperate. “i'm gonna come, baby, p-please-"
“yes—yes, inside, 'toru, please—”
his rhythm fractured; hips stuttering, thighs shaking, glasses sliding further down his sweaty nose. he looked and was wrecked. his hips kept jerking forward in tiny, helpless little thrusts like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, filling you up while he gasped your name over and over like a prayer.
“shit—shit, ‘m sorry—‘m still—still coming—”
you threaded your fingers through his white hair, tugging gently until he lifted his face. his glasses were completely fogged now. you kissed him slow and sweet, tasting salt and desperation on his tongue.
he whimpered into your mouth when you deliberately fluttered your walls around his oversensitive length.
“f-fuck—wait—wait, baby, ‘s too much—” he whined, but didn’t pull out. if anything, he sank a little deeper, like he couldn’t bear to leave.
you smiled against his lips. “you studied… just for me?”
he buried his burning face in your neck again, voice muffled and small. “i…made a whole google doc,” he admitted miserably. "cleared my browser history twice."
𝓢 𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 makes fun of you when you can't take all of him.
yeah, he knows he's big. knows he's so much bigger than you, but he's soooo obsessed with seeing your pretty pussy struggle around his girth. how she splutters lil bubbles and drips a cute lil leak down his balls.
he'll have you on his lap. leaned back on the couch with his head crooked and blue eyes lazy behind half-lidded lashes. a grin hanging off of his mouth as he hums at your pitiful attempts to take more of him.
“awww, too big for that cute cunt, sweetheart?” he cooes at you. pinching his brows together with a fake pout.
one of his thumbs swirls agonising slow on your swollen clit, giving you just the right incentive to buck and consequently— take more of him.
“so. . . s'big,” you huff, fingers curling on his shoulders. “toru, help. please.”
“torrruuu, hngh, help me take your big cock pleeaassee.”
he'd pitch his voice. mock you. laugh in that breathlessly handsome way as you meekly smack his chest and whine.
“oh c'mon sweetheart, it's not thaaatt big.” slowly, he rocks his hips up. grinding in a filthy sway. enough to flutter your eyes back and squeeze your cunt into spasms.
“it's just. . .”
he leans closer. brushes his lips on your ear. husks.
“your pussy's too weak for the strongest's cock.”
his hips shmack! up. splattering your slick and your whines.
his grin widens, something feral. something mean. as he guides you down, watches you flutter, watches you squirm. struggle.
“so c'mon sweet girl.” he pats a condescending hand over your cunt.
“you wanted the strongest in this tight lil' cunt? stuff all of him in properly then.”
lifeguard!fratjo fucking you in a watchtower (18+)
when satoru had suggested getting a summer job on the beach, you were so excited to make it happen.
gosh, the image of driving on the coast with the top of his convertible down intruded your thoughts at least five times a day. the sunbathing, volleyball after shifts— there was so many things you wanted to do with him.
you should have known, should've expected that your perverted boyfriend would want to make a special memory of his own.
and of course, it had to be on the first official day of the job.
to no one’s surprise, you found yourself on your back— laid on the only surface in the watchtower. satoru's strong hands pushed the back of your knees— keeping your legs open— putting that infamously sticky pussy on display.
yes, you were the one that pulled your bikini bottoms to the side for him, but he started it when he pressed his bulge into you ! so who’s really at fault here?
"t-toru we have to hurry— patrolling soon" you muttered underneath him. you loved when he appreciated you like this but now was not the time
the slow, rhythmic strokes he delivered had you pulsing around him—itching for more.
"not when you feel like this baby, wanna—mm enjoy this"
a soft pout appeared on your lips, you couldn’t handle the teasing any longer. so if satoru wasnt gonna pick up the pace, you were.
he lost it when you started fucking him back, pussy locking his twitching cock inside of you, rendering him a prisoner while you milked him.
“ffuckng b-brat, you can’t— hhn wait?”
his soft, dominant grip faltered almost instantly due to your manipulation. the legs that he was in control of were now being held for his own support.
you weren’t doing much better than him— to say the least, barely keeping up with how you split yourself open on his cock, his tip constantly massaging your g spot with every thrust.
your eyebrow twitched playfully when his hips stuttered. he looked so pretty like this—eyes screwed shut, hair messy underneath his signature cap, lip caught in-between his teeth. gojo satoru bottom out was a sight for sore eyes.
"can't take it toru?” you teased him, head cocked to the side, lashes fluttering up at him as you manually tightened your grip.
there you were. his mischievous girl— baiting him into giving you more when you knew you couldn’t take it. too bad for you though— he was determined to watch you break.
you underestimated how much he was holding back— how much he wanted your legs shaking around him, to watch your eyes well up with tears as he bullied your needy cunt.
satoru recovered soon after your mind games— nuzzling into your neck, taking no time folding you in half and kissing your cervix with his tip. the friction of his lower stomach rubbing up against your clit sent you into a frenzy.
it was too easy— making your sensual moans turn into choked up whines. you were exactly where you wanted to be, crumbling underneath him as his hips forcefully met yours.
"s' what you want?" snap "t' get" snap "treated like a slut? yeah?" snap. snap. snap.
you can only nod in response. your lips suckle at his neck for comfort, dotting reddened marks on his sweet spots. you manage to beg him for more— not caring about how loud you were getting— not when you were so close.
he obliged, passing up the opportunity to tease you for being so loud and allowing the speed of his hips to match the brutal force. "fuckin brat, were gna get —shit caught"
strings of your slick connected to his abs, the downright pornographic imagine you created only made him ram into you even harder.
there was no warnings— no build up to his change in pace causing tears to well up in your eyes “f-fck, toru i can't t-"
just as satoru predicted, you were on the brink of pushing him away soon after he made your wish come true.
only if you weren’t so needy— so eager to finish all over him, then just maybe he’d feel bad about how absolutely feral your tears made him.
" dont tell me you can't take it hhn—, not when you creamin round me like tthis"
his thrusts grew sloppy— moans grew labored when his unsparing thrusts brought you both closer to your orgasm.
the last thwack had you arching into him, clawing at his back. “yesyesyes just like that baby”
satorus fingers flew into your mouth—a hasty attempt to shut you up while he filled you with his seed.
“let it out sweet girl —fuck cum f’ me”
his eyes rolled back into his head, allowing you both to ride out your respective highs before peeling himself off you.
the sly grin he sported after looking down at the lewd scene made your heart drop. what could he possibly have up his sleeve now?
my god was he filthy—lowering his head close to your white painted pussy, forcing you to look into his half lidded eyes as he dipped his tongue inside of you.
he held the mixture of your release in his mouth and came up for a deep sensual kiss, sharing the result of your hard work with you.
you gasp against his lips, opening wide for him to let his tongue swirl with yours.
“two minutes left to spare” only he would be so quick to smile and joke with you after vandalizing your walls like that.
“you’re crazy” you laughed with with him. he holds his hand out for you, helping you off the desk and adjusting your bikini bottoms.
“you love it though”
he wasn’t wrong; you loved his antics just as much as he loved yours which is why you always found yourself bent over almost every surface imaginable.
walking out the watchpost, nobody seemed to have suspected anything from the two of you— not until they got closer and witnessed the claw marks down satorus back— at least.
