rafayel pulls the shit out of your hair when giving you backshots. one hand in hair, tugging you back so the other hand can grip your chin… or or, even better… fingers fucking your mouth at the same time. :( ohhh, he’d have you drooling and gagging around his gorgeous, skilled fingers while he rearranges ur insides n pulls at your hair ughh :(((
zayne had a rough day at work—so many patients, too much paperwork, an excruciating surgery in between—he was absolutely beat. so when he trudges through the door with his tie loosened and very prominent bags under his eyes on his otherwise perfect skin, you tell him to go sit on the couch and relax while you finish whipping up dinner.
he wants nothing more than to shower the day off of him and crawl into bed with his wife, but you insist he needs to eat—the same way he would if it were you in his shoes. and because he can’t resist you—especially when you’re wearing a cute little apron—he begrudgingly obliges, letting his bag hit the ground and slumping on the couch, a single button on his crisp shirt unbuttoned showing off a beautiful sliver of skin.
he throws his head back and pinches the bridge of his nose, thinking of anything to take his mind off his grueling work, and he’s successful when his mind finally lands back on you. his sweet, sweet wife.
he tries to keep his thoughts innocent… tries not to think about you in your little apron looking like you came straight out of a male fantasy. tries not to think about all the things he could do to you. tries so hard not to think about how you could take care of his cock—the very same that’s growing harder and harder in his confined slacks.
he’s tired—can barely move, and yet, he still calls you to him.
“sweetheart,” his voice gruff, carrying a slight rasp as he beckons you. “c’mere please.”
a frown etches itself on your face, walking your way to him from the kitchen. “baby, ‘m almost done with din–”
you don’t get the chance to finish your complaint when he’s pulling you by the arm into his lap. a soft gasp leaves your lips at the sudden movement. then you’re settled, straddling the large expanse of his lap and you feel it.
he wraps his arms around your body, flushing you against his chest. his lips press against the shell of your ear and he whispers, “don’t care about dinner, just let me hold my wife, yeah?”
he swears it’s all he needs—to hold you close and inhale your scent—but his pulse is racing and blood roars in his ears all due to sheer desire and he can’t stop himself from shifting his hips the slightest bit.
you feel that, too. it elicits a sharp gasp.
you can almost hear the small smirk forming on his lips, “how was your day, beautiful?” he murmurs, hands moving to your hips.
and his movements are so calculated. from the way he ever so gently grounds you into him to the way his breath fans against your ear sending shivers down your spine.
“was fine…” you mumble, unable to stop the way you shift in his lap, body begging for more attention. “missed you.”
“yeah?” he asks, his voice is low and nearly unrecognizable. “missed you s’much more, my love. been waiting for this moment all day.”
you pull back slightly to look into his eyes. they’re tired. exhausted even, but they still hold that fire. that pure, burning desire. they’re his fuck me eyes. and, god, do you love them.
“zaynie,” you whisper, unable to trust your shaky voice.
he hums, and the soft, pitched noise has you leaking through your bottom, probably leaving a wet patch right on his pants. “tell me, sweetheart.” his hands squeeze at your sides and his hips slowly, but surely, roll into you. "what did you do today?"
you whimper, pussy clenching around nothing. "mmph, not much…" another roll, evoking another wet gasp. "fuck, just… cleaned, w-went on a walk—" he's pushing against you deeper now. you feel the outline of his cock push into you with every not-so-little thrust. "s-saw, saw that stray kitty in the park again."
"mmm, we should really take her in, shouldn't we?" he breathes, cock twitching at the sound of your voice breaking with every grind.
"zaynie," your hands grip his shoulders, pulling him back so you can look at him. his face is flushed, pink blooming over his cheeks and spreading to the tips of his ears. you gyrate against him, pulling a breathy moan from your husbands hung open mouth. "dinner's gonna burn."
"let it burn then." he says, the words coming out in a hiss. "need my wife—we can order takeout later, i'll even cook, don't care. let me just have you like this first."
a beg. to the untrained ear, you can't hear it, but you know zayne like the back of your hand. you know that heat curls in his stomach, that tension lies in every bone in his body, that pure desire is the only thing he feels right now. the need to be close to you is strong, but the need to be fully sheathed inside you, fucking you till he's completely stress free and you're completely full of his cum is much, much stronger.
it's why all the fatigue evaporates and he can't stop himself from flipping you onto the plush couch— rubbing into you you like he might die without feeling the outline of your pussy through your soddened panties and leggings . he can't even be bothered to rid you of your clothes… he craves the release. he needs it more than anything. needs you more than anything.
you let out a pathetic needy sob, overly worked up by him fucking you through your clothes. "z-zayne, more—ugh, need more. t-take it off, please."
his cock twitches helplessly at the sound. it's what he's been missing while drowning in work for hours on end.
"sweetheart," he moans brokenly. "promise i'll fuck you just the way you like—just need you to take this first. you can do that for me, can't you?" he whispers and the word shoot an immense amount of heat straight to your core. "you can be a good little wife, right, darling?"
you can never say no to him, especially when he talks to you like that. you respond wordlessly, giving your husband what he wants—no, what he needs—and wrap your legs securely around his slim waist.
"that's it, good girl." and the way zayne sounds is the polar opposite of the weight of his words. his voice is frayed, desperate. "f-feels, ha, feels so good like this, yeah?"
his hips move faster, imitating the way they would if he were actually inside of you fucking you with full force. your body rocks with every thrust, every grind, your tits bounce underneath your apron, the couch—even as firm as it sits—sways with you in tandem.
it goes on and on. endless, whiny praises from him, sobbing pleas from you, your bodies rubbing against one another effectively ruining his dry-clean-only slacks till you finally feel that tight knot form in your lower belly.
and he's close, too, but zayne's been close to coming undone—he just didn't want to let go without you.
it happens so quickly that you barely have the time to process it. "baby, baby," you gasp, nerve-endings coming alive while your heart pounds at the speed of light. "'m—oh, fuck, baby. 'm cumming, cumming, cumming."
"cum with me, sweet girl." he wheedles, never losing his momentum for a second. he grinds you both through it till he feels your body pull taut underneath him. till you're shaking and sobbing and clinging onto him for dear life.
then he stills and his orgasm is explosive. he's vocal, moaning out your name mixed with all the sweet pet names he's given you. his cum leaks through his boxers and said dry-clean-only slacks, beading out of the fabric in a taboo, yet very erotic way.
it takes you both minutes to come down till the smell of burning food fills your nostrils.
then you hear the unmistakable beeping of the fire alarm.
"oh, shit."
KIT SAYS... they took my yaoi/bl app away from me. if you guys know where i can read my yaoi ad free, email me. (dm me or send me an ask, I'm begging i need to fujo out over hot men that kiss) oh and this isn't proofread lol
okay what about. zayne, sylus, and reader doing food play but nasty food play not the usual oooh i have whipped cream on me hehe lick it off! nasty, hmm
You're definitely going to have to throw these sheet away after tonight.
"I-I can't!" You squirm against Zayne's tongue, your moans swallowed by Sylus's mouth. The taste of honey is evident, nearly overwhelming as he kisses you. You're practically covered in the stuff, though Zayne has done his best to lick it off.
"Yes you can." Zayne murmurs, tongue laving over your inner thigh to catch a drop of honey. His tongue scrapes the thin skin, making you shiver. Before you can complain too much, Sylus distracts you.
"Open." Sylus tilts your head up, holding a pair of cherries to your lips. You open your mouth, keeping your eyes on his as your tongue wraps around the fruit. Juice slips from the corner of your lips, so Sylus leans in to lick it away, his lips stained pink.
When you swallow, his lips meet yours, tongue sinking into your mouth to find the cherry pits and pulling them away in his own mouth.
"Do you want more?" He murmurs, smirking as you pant against him. You barely manage to shake your head, your attention is pulled downward, to Zayne's other-wordly tongue.
"I-I'm gonna cum again!" You gasp, skin sticking to the sheets.
"Good. You'll give Zayne something even sweeter to taste."
▶︎︎ Noble (starring . fire lord!zuko & cult leader!geto)
synopsis . In which the two leaders of two entirely different lifestyles have one other thing in common outside of their lordship—their addiction to you.
content . afab!reader, atla x jjk au, porn with no plot, lots of hair pulling (duh), hints of obsession and possessiveness, eventual threesome & they kinda pass you back 'n forth, brothel worker!reader, missionary, marathon sex, zuko’s a lil awkward here ‘n there, fingering, oral sex, throat fucking, slight nipple play, praise, pet names, sexual use of fire bending, creampies, dirty talk (sugu's filthy like always), full nelson, zuko steams when he’s close/when he cums, manhandling, filth (cum eating), jealous innuendos, prone bone, etc.
word count . 8.7k (dunno how tht happened) || author's note: y’all know i had to. btw this is dedicated to tht one anon who said they’re tired of seeing me write foursomes & threesomes <3 banner art by rororogi mogera!
In a world where things like jujutsu sorcery and elemental benders exist simultaneously, one can only imagine how overwhelming life must be to live.
And yet, you’ve managed to find some sort of balance in the midst of it all as a humble brothel worker.
Well, not just any humble brothel worker but—the brothel worker, as titled by the many men and women of highest ranks in society who’ve had the pleasure of indulging in you for a night or two.
You had gathered many loyal clients over the years, people who'd come in and beg 'n plead for even a few minutes with you. By the time this palate of clients reached those of higher status, your rates naturally went up, and eventually you'd only be visited by those most worthy of you.
Which, is rather impressive for a mere whore.
You're unsure what it was about you that made you so special, but if you had to thank someone for your status in the society of prostitution, that someone would be Geto Suguru, who was the first to openly pick you as his favored escort.
After he came in to your brothel unmasked and open with who he was, many people of higher society began to follow suit until this trend eventually reached royal walls.
It was by then that you were sought out by only the best of the best. And while this was supposed to be a good thing for you, considering it meant much better pay and (thankfully) less harassment, you found yourself facing a new difficulty as your two highest paying clients began to butt heads and clash with their timing...
——
On one hand, you had well known cultist leader Geto Suguru who you'd wrapped around your pretty little finger from his first night with you.
You recall said first night like it were yesterday.
Dimmed lanterns littered the brothel's corners and ceilings, leaving arrays of shadows and silhouettes to splay out across the rich velvet-draped walls whilst the scent of sex 'n sin coated the air.
You were leaning against a scrupulously carved wooden bar, the silks of your robe slanting off your right shoulder—leaving room for a teasing curve of your breasts to spill out to the varying patrons winding about. It'd been a rather busy night for you, as you'd tended to at least three clients back to back prior to finding this short moment for yourself.
Most could hardly afford an entire night with you at this time, even though you weren't considered the best of the best just yet. This brothel brought in all sorts of lost souls, a diverse set individuals who's cash and coin could bring them whatever flesh they craved when their desires ran most rampant.
Your eyes had scanned the room time and time again in search of who to approach, as it was also rather rare that you'd have a second to do the approaching—most came to you. But, this night had been wildly different.
Your gaze plucked out the regulars and you grimaced as the prospect of having to approach one of those merchants who carried leering grins and uncomfortably grabby hands dawned on you. Although you'd a busy night thus far, you were quite hungry for cash.
All you wanted was one more customer before you'd call it a successful night.
You debated on approaching some soldiers who's hands you knew to itch for softness, deeply considering how their pockets tended to run rather deep.
When such powerful fascinations of magic existed, it was only natural that all sorts of people existed as well. There were benders of four different kinds, sorcerers who had the most complex of abilities, mixes of both who existed, and lastly—regular people who carried no special, otherworldly aptitudes whatsoever.
That last category is where you fall. But, you suppose being able to bend your back just right and give people a taste of something far sweeter than any source of supernatural abilities out there was something to be moderately proud of.
It was in this very brothel that you felt most powerful, and nothing nor anyone could take that away from you.
Especially not by the time Geto entered the establishment for the first time.
Staggering in at over six feet tall, cloaked in black from head to toe with half of his face hidden behind an ornate mask, he was certainly nothing to be played with when you first saw him.
You—and everyone else in a hundred mile radius—had heard many rumors and tales of the infamous Geto Suguru. How he slaughtered his own family, was actively wanted for doing so by members of Jujutsu Society, and had some sort of cult brewing about to spread ideals of slaughter in regards to any non-sorcerers.
But, given the mask he had on, you held no idea that the man snapping his eyes your way was him.
Though, looking back on it now, it should've been obvious. Only half of his face was concealed but most should be able to recognize that sharp jawline and those seductive eyes of amethyst hue from a mile away. Not to mention the long tresses of raven black that cascaded down his back, swishing with much elegance as he paced deeper into the brothel—half of it pulled up into quite the signature bun.
"You," He'd been standing in front of you much faster than you had time to prepare yourself for, his voice laced with this smooth purr that—again—anyone should've been able to recognize.
You remember the way you straightened up almost immediately, your gaze meeting his as the tension of his visual scrutiny fell down on you. Luckily for you, you were able to collect yourself just in time to offer a short nod of your head, "Of course."
You had to force steadiness in your voice just to maintain your usual confidence. No way were you about to let some masked stranger get you all nervous.
...Even if the masked stranger in question undressed you with his eyes in a way you swear you've never experienced before.
You ended up leading him up the creaky set of stairs to your left. It was apparent in how quiet he was along the way that he hadn't been a man of many words, at least not to people he didn't know—ergo, you.
Once upstairs, he followed you down the relatively quiet hall, the only source of sound coming from the soft click of a shutting door as you eventually brought him into a private room.
His eyes didn't stay on you long, too eager to take in the intimate space around him. He'd linger his gaze over the wide bed, scoff quietly at the cheap-looking sheets tossed over it, and shift in his standing as he contemplated deeply on all the decisions that led him here.
Then his attention found you again.
Whilst he had reminded dormant, you slowly turned around to face him and wasted little time in working to untie your velvety robes. The fabrics fell to pool at your feet, and for anyone who lived a life much different to this one—the way things played out may have come off as strange. But for you, having a client who spoke very little such as this one wasn't unusual in the slightest.
Hell, it was on nights like that where you preferred it most, honestly.
"Shall I uh..." Your voice wavered a moment but you quickly made up for it via gesturing your hand out to the man. Then you pacing closer to him, "Shall I help you?" You offered simply, your movement extending out into a reach as you went for his clothing.
A hand met your wrist and his head shook, "Not yet."
You'd known the gentleman for no longer than twenty minutes and yet only three words had come your way. How strange.
Unfortunately, you weren't given much time to ponder on his aloofness since you were distracted by the way his hand left you and went for his mask. He lifted it away and you gasped almost immediately at the reveal, stumbling back a bit to move your hands over your mouth.
In one respect, you were scared shitless. The man known for bringing harm to non-sorcerers was currently standing in front of you, a non-sorcerer. And in the other respect, it was hard to be entirely fearful when he had the face of an angel.
Most men prior to this instance weren't always the easiest on the eyes, and it was quite the rarity for you to be in a situation like this.
A few lengthy strands of hair framed the upper half of his now-revealed face and fuck if he wasn't the most beautiful man you'd ever laid your eyes on.
"You look scared," Geto pointed out bluntly, his gaze inert. He watched closely at the way the center of your throat moved with the gulp you took.
Cute.
You wanted to swipe your robes back up from the floor and run for your life, but what good would that really do you?
"Well, you're known for..." Your words failed you entirely but you tried your best to vocalize your scattered thoughts. "A-And I'm not a—"
"A sorcerer? I know," He fills in for you, closing the distance you'd tried to create between the two of you. "But, I don't need you to be a sorcerer to fuck you, do I?"
It was in that moment, and with those words, that you remembered what exactly your job was. Fearing that this man would harm you despite him literally coming to this establishment to feed into whatever lust lived inside him was mildly foolish on your part.
You eventually let your head nod understandingly, your gaze sinking to the floor in slight embarrassment. Meanwhile he'd found himself amused. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on you that you'd easily become his exception for the sorcerer exclusive world he wanted to eventually create.
Geto stepped forward and went to take your wrists into his hands again, tugging you towards him and guiding your palms to his torso. "You can undress me now," He instructed.
Your hands were shaking slightly as you did so, struggling to swallow that lingering fear all the way down. It wasn't until you'd managed his top off that he moved to grab at your jaw rather roughly, forcing your head up and your eyes on his.
You gasped again, "Lord Geto, I—"
"Suguru will suffice," He murmured before you could even finish, tipping his head to the side and leaning in to caress your lips with his own. "I am yours more than you are mine tonight, alright?"
It was obvious he was trying to soothe your nerves but it wasn't really working until his lips fell onto yours. Your eyes went wide when he kissed you, stuck in your own shock and unable to bring yourself back into the moment.
Then, by the time his tongue darted out to tap at the corners of your mouth seeking entry, you regained some of yourself and managed to part your lips for him. After which his tongue met with yours and it was as though a flip had been switched in your head.
Your body pushed forward into his without second thought and you caught him by surprise quickly enough for him to grunt into your mouth. The taste of Geto on your tongue was something you'd never forget—not by a long shot.
One of your hands flew up to the side of his face to trace his cheek as your other explored the expanse of his abs, fingertips dipping against every sharp curve. Geto's body shuddered under your suddenly initiative touch, his breath clinging to his lungs and refusing to leave him in a timely manner.
A single slip of tongues was all it took for you to feel like yourself again and that was enough to have Geto reeling. Your thumb swiped against his cheek in a fashion more tender than he'd ever experienced in his life and he was completely under your figurative spell until your other hand began to dip past his waistband.
After a few minutes of exchanging saliva and soft moans, he'd unconsciously pushed you back against the bed. You pulled away from him and moved to sink to your knees without him having to say anything—leaving him to miss the feel of your tits against his naked chest.
Geto's hand came to the top of your head carefully as you tugged at his dark slacks, letting them plunge to the floor so that his erect cock could spring free. The man swears he caught a little twinkle in your eye upon watching how his dick came slapping up against his abdomen. Perhaps you were a bit more passionate about your job than he'd realized.
His cock was unduly thick, tannish length standing tall and curved whilst it dripped excessively with precum from the plump tip. You were salivating before you'd even copped a proper feel.
Your eyes flicked upward and he peered down at you expectantly, cocking a brow as if to ask what was taking you so long. You never cared much for being rushed but something told you that his neediness would somehow make everything worth it soon enough.
Then your mouth met his tip and you licked slowly, savoring the new taste of him on your tongue. He groaned faintly before moving to thread his fingers into your hair for a better grip on your head, his hips instinctively rocking forward. Your lips stretched around his cock as you swallowed him in, drool spilling out from the sides and quick to make a mess of your face.
Geto wasn't hesitant in fucking your mouth, especially with how good you were at using it. Your tongue did these tricks against him that he'd never felt before and it had his balls aching for release within a matter of minutes.
Hell, it had him thinking maybe he should've visited a brothel sooner!
"Jus' like that," Came from his purring tongue, "Take every inch of me-, fuck—mhmm, stretch that throat out. That's perfect." He grunted, voice laced with a nasty cadence.
You'd gag slightly as he knocked against the back of your throat, but it was a feeling you'd grown quite used to over time so you've come to enjoy it more than anything. Geto didn't take much longer to use your mouth as if it were specifically shaped to accommodate the size of his fat cock.
When he felt himself growing close, he plucked you right off of him and let the slops of saliva web all in between his tip and your chin. Then he'd hauled you up and tossed you onto the bed, abandoning thoughts of his own pleasure just to come spread your legs and kneel himself between them.
It wasn't unusual for clients to eat you out per-se, but it was quite uncommon.
Surging forward with no preamble, Geto buried his face into your sappy folds, his tongue coming forward with a spongey greeting to soak in your arousal. In the midst of this, you caught the man smiling like he'd proved something to himself just from getting a taste of you. Whatever that something was is entirely unbeknownst to you but, it matters little in the long run.
"Suguru," You tested, letting his name fall from you for the first time and watching how he instantly ground his hips forward to rub his bare cock against the bedsheets.
His lips were glistening in the remnants of you as his head fwipped upwards, "Again, pretty. Say it like you mean it." Geto ordered.
You did exactly that whilst he dove right back in, his hand coming out of seemingly nowhere to add two fingers into you and stretch you open on par with the rotational laps of his tongue.
"Mmngh! Sugu-, shit.." You huffed breathlessly beneath him and the workings of his mouth.
It seemed as though the sudden nickname you spewed was enough to send him into this feral state of feasting, mouth widening against your pussy just to suck 'n kiss alllll over you like you deserved to be sucked 'n kissed on. Your fingers tangled into his hair somewhere along the way but it began to grip and tug as you felt your orgasm approaching.
The skin of your thighs caged his head as your voice grew loud enough to escape the otherwise sound-proof walls of the room.
Directly after your orgasm flooded both his tongue and his thick fingers, Geto had no plans on letting you recover from it.
That first night with him was quick in the best way imaginable.
Geto rose to position his achy cock at your entrance, letting the head smack! in between your puffy folds a couple times before he started pushing in. Your hands went out to grip at the surrounding sheets and you whined whilst he stretched you out.
He was the first client of yours to ever make you feel so immersed in the acts of sexual pleasure, but far from the last.
He waited for the walls of your cunt to adjust to his thick size before he worked a steady pace into you, soon fucking you in a way that's simply incomparable to what you were used to. Your body rocked and rocked against the bed with his every thrust, his hands moving from the sheets to your hips, then to your breasts just to squeeze your body like he felt you needed.
One moment he was groaning and grunting above you about how good you felt, and the next his hands were on the undersides of your thighs, forcing your body to bend how he wanted as his voice curved all into your ear.
"Tell me something," He husked heavily, his hair framing your body with the way it fell out all messily. "How many cocks do you actually enjoy taking, hm?"
You choked.
Sure, men had asked you questions like that before but... most weren't too concerned with the others that you'd been with.
Cunt clenching around him, "I-I... I don't know-, nngh!"
At that, Geto had lifted himself just enough to grab ahold of your face like he'd done earlier, staring your dead in the eyes whilst his hips came rocking down into you—cock fucking the air right out of your lungs. "Well, when you make faces like that... I can't help but feel like mine is the only correct answer, no?"
It was your first night with the man and yet, you knew for a fact you had him right were you wanted him. A few have gotten addicted to you in the past, sure. But their pockets never aligned with their desires.
Not like Geto's did.
He eventually emptied himself into you, and wound up leaving you with a tip large enough to prevent you from working at all if you wished it so.
Then he became a recurring customer. Actually, scratch that, Geto Suguru became the recurring customer (for a while, anyway).
If you were with someone, he'd have them quickly dismissed and pay three times whatever the person you were with had been charged plus some just to make it happen.
Not only that, but he also showed up unmasked after his first night with you. You're unsure why exactly he did that when all this did was bring about attention to you.
Words of your successfully seductive nature spread all across the lands because of him, reaching places you never could've imagined for yourself.
...Such as the Fire Nation.
Or, more specifically, the Fire Nation's palace.
——
With Geto highlighting your sexual talents, you got new clients of all sorts. Other well-renowned jujutsu sorcerers, the most talented of benders from varying nations, etc.
The madam of your brothel helped you to maintain appearances, slowly viewing you differently over time, and eventually realizing that you were becoming her most starred worker—keenly peeping the investment she'd have to put into you in order to keep this flow of high societal members coming.
Your older garments, albeit nothing wrong with them, were quickly replaced with new silks that were more intricate and softer—fitting for a woman of your stature now. Your room had been moved higher within the building, farther from the bumbling noise of the common floor, and closer to those who could afford the best discretion.
Even the way your coworkers spoke to you had shifted. Some interacted with you whilst carrying awe in their eyes, others moving with resentment.
But through all this, Geto kept coming back, continued to remain your most devoted and loyal client.
That is, until Fire Lord Zuko waltzed in one night.
You were tucked into the comforts of your room when he'd visited the brothel, deaf to the commotion occurring just beyond your door.
Whispers flooded the hallways just outside, along with shocked gasps, attemptive passing touches, and failed glances of seduction as he made his way towards your room. Then came one firm knock to your door, the sound loud enough to startle you a bit.
You abandoned whatever it was you were tending to and made haste in approaching the door. As you moved to open it, you were left star-stuck from the sight of regal fabrics alone. Before you even looked up to see who was under said fabrics, you felt your heart lurch in your chest.
Then you peeked upwards and gasped rather animatedly, the folded fan you had in your hand fluttering to the floor. "L-Lord Zuko," You stammered in shock.
It was instantaneous the way you let your head lower into a rightful bow after catching the slightest shift in his brow, to which his face had lightened up a little in surprise.
Then came the tenderness of his voice, "You... don't have to do that." Zuko breathed, moving to lightly take your hands into his own.
You lifted your chin back up shortly after, blinking all dumbfoundedly at the man, "But..." As your words trailed off, he was firm in holding both your gaze and your hands.
His skin was warm against yours, eyes gorgeous in their golden hue, and long black hair falling loose to frame some of his tall figure. It was clear that here—in this brothel with you—there was no veil of inherent royalty between you and him.
The burn scar that twisted his left eye and cheek remain bare for you to take all the way in. It was unreal to have the Fire Lord standing right in front of you like this. One could only dream of such a thing, truly.
Within the spark of a moment that dwindled between the both of you, he let himself unconsciously lean a little closer to you. Husking a soft-spoken, "I'm not the first of royal status to pay you a visit, am I?" He asked.
You cleared your throat, "No, no, of course not."
Then you let your hands depart from his and you took a step back, moving your arm out to gesture him into entering your bed chambers. Zuko seemed to be delighted by the way you regained your comfort thus far, his shoulders relaxing as he inched forward.
Just before his foot fully passed the doorway, he paused and cut his eye back over his shoulder. Everyone who he'd passed whilst making his way here had been watching that entire little interaction, but the moment Zuko looked back at them all, they'd flinched and scrammed to return to whatever mindless tasks they'd been busy with before.
With the hallway cleared from a mere glance—with the exception of one or two fire nation guards—he let out a short breath through his nose and then turned to enter your quarters, the ends of his fashionably red and gold attire fluttering behind his every step.
You shut the door behind him and pressed your forehead against it for a moment. Your heart was pounding with every lengthy second that dragged by.
Fire Lord Zuko is standing in your room.
Fire Lord Zuko is standing in your room.
Fire. Lord. Zuko. is standing. in your room.
How do you even-
"Miss..?" He calls out almost sweetly, unintentionally making you flinch out of your thoughts.
You gulp, swirling around to face him only to swirl yourself right into his chest.
When had he gotten so close?
Your hands fly up to steady yourself—lightly grabbing onto him—and you squeeze your eyes shut, "My apologies, my lord..." You mumble, "As you can see, your arrival has startled me greatly."
Something soft leaves his lungs as his hands carefully meet your arms, "Why's that?" Fuck, his voice was so warm.
Your eyes bat themself open before moving up to meet with his. "...Are you seriously asking me that?" You blurt out.
Zuko stares at you an awkward moment.
He obviously wasn't used to having anyone speak so casually to him, and while he somewhat expected it before coming into this, it still manages to catch him off guard.
Leading him to let out a harmless scoff, "Pardon me for my confusion, miss. I just thought you'd be used to nobles visiting you by now. I've heard the rumors, after all."
You stare right back at him before tilting your head cluelessly, "Rumors?"
Zuko’s eyes skim over every inch of your face, appreciating the lack of space between your body and his already. Then he smiles ever so slightly, "You don't even know what people speak of you, huh?"
Your head shakes.
"They say you're the best," He explains steadily, lifting a hand to whisk a single strand of hair away from your face, "That a single night with you is enough to heal a broken heart of any sorts."
"Does that imply that your heart is recently broken, my lord?" You tease.
His hand halts for a second. Then his grin deepens, "It's not. I'm uh... I'm only reiterating what I've heard of you."
Playfully rolling your eyes, "Well, those rumors of me are wildly dramatic."
His eyebrow raises as if to challenge your claims, “Are they?"
You stand your ground, "I do whatever is asked of me and I get paid, there's nothing more to it."
Zuko doesn’t even try to hide the way he doesn’t quite believe you. Something threading on smug flickers across his expression whilst his thumb maps out the side of your face, drawing itself down towards your mouth.
You get lost in his touch faster than you can even help yourself. Everything about Zuko is just warm—there’s hardly another way to put it. His voice is velvety and tender on your ears, never too much bass or aggressiveness in the words that leave him.
In fact, it’s the exact opposite.
Every syllable slides off his tongue with this crowned elegance that somehow doesn’t ever strike your eardrums as too entitled or belittling in any way. "And yet word of your reputation alone has led me to you." Zuko says, the tip of his thumb finally greeting your bottom lip.
The gloss resting there makes him mouth out the word pretty and you feel your breath hitching, as if his compliment weighed far more than any other you’d ever received.
"For reasons far beyond me,” You murmur in response as he thumbs your lips apart slowly.
Zuko’s hand gathers the rest of your chin into his hold to lift your head further up and he spreads your lips apart from one another fully as he whispers, "Your humbleness is honorable, sweetheart."
Something in your chest flips right then.
Sweetheart.
A nickname you’ve heard time ‘n time again. A nickname you should be used to hearing by now.
But when it comes from him…
The look in your eyes change as you push your mouth against the pad of his thumb, “I could show you some other honorable things, my lord.”
His brow furrows and you hear a breath escape him, having hitched somewhere in his throat. “That's what I'm here for, but I'm not sure honorable is the right… word...” Zuko trails off, quickly getting enamored in the way you move your mouth to take in his thumb.
He’s not entirely a stranger to seduction, but it didn’t take long for him to figure someone like you should be something much more than a mere brothel worker. If this was something you truly took passion in—surely becoming his concubine would be much more fitting.
And with your tongue rounding his thumb in a manner meant to imitate the way it later would his cock, Zuko knows he’ll be returning to this brothel many times before he’s even half way satisfied with indulging in you.
He soon plucks his thumb from your mouth and moves to grab ahold of your face, tipping his head opposite of yours, and then leaning in as if to kiss you.
Zuko slows himself just short of his lips colliding with yours and you nearly whine at the teasing gesture. The man lets your breaths mingle and swirl into one another, exchanging waves of intimacy prior to engaging in the real thing.
Then, just to work you right up, he smirks and utters, “You want it?” as if you weren’t already a melting mess of need in his palms. He didn't realize it then, but you could tell this whole thing was new to him in one way or another.
You nod almost stupidly though, “Please?”
Zuko’s lips slip down onto yours and both of you hum into the kiss almost immediately. He’s holding your face like you’re the most dearest thing to him and you’re reeling in the fact that you’re kissing the Fire Lord himself.
And then in a matter of minutes the both of you go from tentative kisses and gentle moans to the tugging of clothing and a fiery handling of one another.
Zuko very nearly shreds your robes to ash just to get his hands on your bare skin—his touches eager as he soon has your tits fondled perfectly within his palms while still working your mouth over with his own.
He’d kiss you until you were breathless and clinging to him for more, ignoring how your hands tried to dip down for his cock, and smoothly bringing his mouth down to your chest.
His lips cupped one of your nipples before you had time to react, sucking and tugging on the perky bud with much fervor. “Mmmgnh,” Zuko hummed against you whilst rolling his tongue around in pleasureful little circles.
The first night with him was nearly as fast as the first night with Geto had been. Nearly.
There were little differences between the two men when they were with you. Both seemed eager and happy to please you more than they did themselves.
Zuko spent an almost concerning amount of time slobbering against your tits before even thinking of pulling his dick out. And once he did free himself from the restraints of his regal clothing, you’d already been laid down on the mattress in the particular position he planned on taking you in.
You laid on your stomach—body decorated and smothered in all sorts of markings induced from Zuko’s incessant mouth—and he was soon positioning his thighs around your own with his cock swinging out just above your ass.
When Zuko was especially turned on, bits of steam would puff out from his nose. A cute fact of which you come to pick up on over time, of course.
Sometimes you’d feel said steam caress your back when he took you from behind as he was now. The balmy head of his long cock would prod at your weepy pussy lips before he’d ease himself in, and by then, he was already a mess.
You’d push your hips back against him and he’d nearly lose his balance above you, a short huff that sounds dangerously close to a whine slipping right out of his lungs.
“So beautiful…” He’d coo, noticing how you shudder under the heated touch of his fingertips as they traveled the curve in your spine. Then he’d flatten his hand somewhere in the center of it and force your arch to deepen as he humped his dick into your wetly ringing cunt.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head instantly and drool danced out the side of your mouth along with a moan of his name, “F-Fuuck, Zuko.”
He adored the sound—felt himself growing wildly enamored by it with each time it dangled off of your tongue. The rumors about you were nothing compared to feeling you.
Your walls sucked him in to the hilt without him even having to move much, clenching around his cock in rhythmic motions that had his mind going blank for moments at a time. Zuko was thankful he’d had you in prone bone, otherwise you’d see just how red ‘n pink his cheeks had colored over just from fucking you.
Even so, he couldn’t control the sounds he let out. The way he’d grunt and then thrust as if to distract you from it, loving how you continued to gasp out directly after.
Up until you’d angled your head back to look at him, a gorgeously cockdrunk look dazzling over your glossy eyes. He’d never seen something so sinfully beautiful in his life.
Zuko’s hips were snapping down into you faster than he realized, his hand moving to your chin to force your head further back the moment you tried to look away from him. The nerve you had to give him a taste of such a perfect expression just to hide it from him seconds later.
How rude.
His body craned down and his face was mere centimeters from yours as his cockhead thrashed against the inner depths of your cunt. The two of you panted and moaned in sync, his jaw slacking from how good it felt to be inside you whilst fucking you into making that addictive expression.
It wasn’t until he was getting close that you felt his balls smack smack smacking! against your skin harder, and the faint smell of something burning coming from somewhere to your left.
There’d been incidents in the past—especially with fire benders—where silk sheets had been burnt within the brothel. You were no stranger to the scent, you knew exactly what it was without having to place your eyes on it.
Even so, your head ached to turn and locate the source of the fiery smell, but Zuko wasn’t having it. His veins trailing his cock throbbed and he groaned out all loudly as he kept your head in place with a steeling grip.
Huffing, “Shit-, i-ignore it.” as he continued on, despite the smell getting stronger.
You gasped and your body was conformed entirely to his hold on you, “But-, ah! You’ll burn something, my—“
“Say my name,” The Fire Lord demanded all of a sudden, his brow pressing inward as frustration built up across his face.
“Zuko,” You whined, “The sheets will—“
Again cutting you off, he tipped your head further up and swallowed up your words by kissing you. You struggled to kiss him back properly because of how mean his hips were coming down on you, but you tried your best.
When he finally pulled his mouth from yours, you saw how blissed-out his eyes had been. “Ignore the burning, focus on my cock. I know how to-, fuck.. how to control myself. No fires will be—god, you feel so good—c-caused… I promise.”
Even as he tried to reassure you, he was actively burning a hole into your favorite sheet set. Of course, these could be easily replaced by him—but it was the principle of it all, y’know?
His cock twitched inside you in sync with the flickering flames coming from his fingertips. You began to drool and he panted above you, letting his grunts and faint whines speak for his feels of pleasure instead of his tongue. The bedding was left singed due to his flames but you didn't mind it too much.
At least, considering how he most definitely pays you more than you ever could've imagined for yourself.
He ended up cumming somewhere on your back, with his dick going flaccid just between your ass cheeks shortly after. Your head fell down into the sheets and you found yourself smiling at the fact that the Fire Lord just fucked you.
You didn't mean to brag buuut... no one else could say that happened to them!
Those flames of his died out just after he calmed down and he soon fell to your side, his eyes going up to the ceiling to relish in what he'd just done.
Zuko had been stressed for weeks, months even, but that first night in the brothel with you was more than enough to motivate him for the next upcoming days.
Which is precisely why he kept coming back. Over and over and over and over again until he was just as recurring of a customer as Geto had been.
——
This routine of yours was manageable enough for a time. A long time, in fact.
Months went by before your time spent with Geto and Zuko separately ever conflicted with one another. But, of course, it was only a matter of time before they'd cross paths.
The beloved brothel of yours was alive 'n thriving with its usual throng up until a servant had come banging on your door all urgently, calling your name out with her voice shaking as if freightened.
Her voice quakes from outside your door, "Two arrivals, miss—L-Lord Zuko and.. and Lord Geto. They're both requesting y-"
"Send them in," You call back to her before her statement could even find its end.
"Together?" She squeaked.
You finally approached the door and move to swing it open, flashing a her a gorgeously perfected smile at the frightened lady, "Why, of course."
"...But miss, they're both demanding to see you separately." She warned.
"No matter," Your hand moved to wave off her words, "If they want me as badly as they so claim, they'll come to me regardless of who else decides to do the same."
The servant bats her lashes at you a few times, by far deeming you as the craziest lady currently occupying this brothel. It's not that serving two clients at the same time was uncommon, but the fact that you wanted to take in your highest paying clients—two men of very high status—at the same time...?
You had guts. Perhaps the attention you'd been receiving lately had gone to your head? Suppose Lord Zuko set this entire place ablaze simply because he doesn't feel like sharing, what then—
"The longer you stand there staring at me, the more impatient my gentlemen grow," You remind the poor servant, snapping her out of her gaze.
She blinks repetitively before bowing sharply and then turning on her heels. Then you watch her rush down the hall to go fetch your desired men.
You disappeared back into your room shortly after and patiently waited for your door to fly back open, this time with your sought-after guests. It'd been quite some time since you'd participated in a threesome so, part of you was definitely thrilled at the prospect.
And luckily for you, Geto nor Zuko cared much—or at all, really—about who the other guest coming to see you was. They even came bursting into your room together, Zuko first and Geto following closely behind him.
It was obvious without a word that they'd had enough time on the walk towards your quarters to discuss what was to take place. You could tell by the way they came in all silent.
Before this, you'd known both men to become more talkative over time when they came to see you. Geto would preach to you about his beliefs that you definitely didn't care about and Zuko would spend his free time with you to vent about the weight of royal responsibilities resting on his shoulders.
You enjoyed these things from them, of course. But at the end of the day, you had a role to play. A job to do.
And tonight—despite the both of them entering your room together—was absolutely no different. It was here nor there what few words were exchanged between the time it took for them to get themselves undressed and for you to figure out how exactly they'd decided on sharing you tonight.
All you know is that one moment they were slowly taking off their garments as you watched patiently—awaiting some sort of direction—and the next, Zuko's mouth was on yours.
You wanted to ask them how they decided on who'd get to do what first, especially considering that they're two entirely different people but neither of them gave you a chance to do so.
Luckily enough, your question is answered somewhere after Zuko kisses you until you were a drooling mess between your thighs and Geto lapped away at said drooling mess.
The room was heavy-, nearly clouded with the mixed scent of arousal and sweat, sheets rumpled up from the rapidly escalating actions. First you were between making out with Zuko while Geto did the same with your cunt, and then you found yourself positioned between them.
It was in that same position—arched over like some slut as Geto moved himself behind you, hand gripping over your ass whilst his cock rubbed between your cheeks—that the two finally started releasing more than a moan or a grunt.
You'd argue that Geto started it off by saying, "Ah, look at you.." after gliding his cock neatly in between your sodden folds. He thrust forward once and watched how your ass came bouncing against his sharp pelvis. Then he huffed, "Such a sweet girl, always sucking me in like you missed me-, fuck. Did you miss me, gorgeous?"
Your jaw fell open to reply to him but you were crudely cut off by Zuko, who was busy nudging his cock in between your lips. When your eyes lifted up, you saw how he had a bulky arm over his face as if to his his expression from you. Even so, his other hand was busy working his shaft down the center of your tongue—as if whatever Geto was saying to you wasn't worthy of any sort of response.
You found it funny at first, but then they started to go back 'n forth.
Zuko was matching the pace Geto was quick to set in a matter of seconds, your body left to wobble back and forth between them.
"No one pleases me like you do," Zuko murmured, the sudden praise catching you by surprise. "Fuck-," his voice pitches and you caught how his eyes fluttered. Then his hips ever so carefully grind forward, his balmy tip pressing a smear of precum down your throat and leaving a slopped smooch at the back of it.
Your cheeks hollowed out then and Geto was left to feel the way your cunt suddenly soaked around his dick. His hands latched onto your hips and you shuddered in pleasure upon feeling his fingers ground into your skin as his snapped forward a little sharper.
It was like he was competing with Zuko—silently trying to figure out who could hit the best spots inside you and say the right things just to get you wetter. Unfortunately for the crowned man in front of you, Geto's sneakily slipping a hand under you to swish the pads of his fingers over your clit 'n bring you to a quick orgasm on his cock.
Boasting about it directly after as a crooked smile crafts itself into his face, "There's that sloppy mess I was lookin' for. Shit-, I love the way you feel when you cum on me like that."
"Mmgh-, mmpfh!" You're mumbling against Zuko's dick. What exactly you were trying to say is lost to both men, as they mutually assume you were simply moaning.
Zuko's attention is caught by the man behind you though. His eyes flicking over to him as his arm drops from his face and he frowns. Mumbling, "She only did that cause of me..."
"Oh yeah?" Geto looks up immediately, cocking his head left while keeping his girth dormant inside your gummy walls. He gives you some time to focus more on sucking Zuko off properly, and delightedly enjoys in the way your pussy smothers his cock in a thin shimmery layer of release. "And what exactly makes you think that, your highness?" He mocks.
The Fire Lord rolls his eyes, "Well, she's—ah, heyyy," he looks down at you, "At least give me a second to t-talk, won't you?"
You drunkenly peer up at him, his cock still bulging in between your swollen lips. A trickle of saliva drips down and falls in between the valley of his balls, leading Zuko to shiver as his hand grips onto your head tightly.
Doing his best to ignore you anyway, his attention moves to Geto again. "As I was trying to say... she likes-, hah, getting her throat fucked," He points out with an intentionally jerky thrust of his hips, leading your jaw to ache for a split second from how deep in your trachea he was reaching.
Geto pulls himself out of you, dick flitting up into the air with droplets of your arousal hanging from it in dewy little strings. He glances at the sinful display for a second and uses his hand to grab his cock and tap it against your ass a couple times.
You let out another hum or two against Zuko in reaction.
To which Geto chuckles, "Yeahhh, I don't think she came because of you at all. But, I'll let you think that."
Zuko all but pouts upon hearing that. It was almost as though his honor or something was being contested with those words. So, he releases a chuff and practically snatches his length out of your warm facial cavern. "I don't take kindly to being challenged," He claims, ignoring your mouth that's steadily pressing forward for more.
"Nobody's challenging you, Lord Zuko." Geto shot back before moving his hands up into a surrendering gesture and shutting his eyes calmly. "Alls I'm saying is that she came on my cock, not yours-," His eyes opened slowly and his arrogant expression fell, "Uh, what're you doing?"
"Proving you wrong," Zuko answered casually as if he weren't currently hauling you up into his arms and spreading you out into a particularly debauched full nelson. You feel the firmness of his muscles rubbing against all sorts of crevices and nooks of your skin, only making you soak more.
His arms had hooked under your knees, folding your body into that perfect hold—your arms pinned behind your back, and plush thighs spread out widely. Your pussy was on full display, poor folds puffy 'n wet, exposed to Geto's hungry gaze as he watched intently.
"Like..." Geto blinks once-, twice upon seeing you spread out so broadly. "Like that?"
Zuko tuts, "Obviously."
You're squirming, naturally, but neither of them pay any mind to that either. Not your first—nor last—time in this position but fuck if it hadn't been a whiiiiiile since you'd been held up in such a precarious position.
"Hah. Fine then," Geto moves to slouch back against the bed, "Fuck her good, Fire Lord. Show me how uh," He nearly forgets his wording just from watching the other man's cock nudge up into position, "...Royal seed marks its territory, yeah?"
"Tch." Oh, Zuko was so annoyed.
With the way they were acting now, you hardly understood how the hell they agreed to share you in the first place. There's no way—
Something warmer pressing against your entrance, warmer than anything you've felt before. It wasn't an uncomfortable temperature or anything but there was this certain heat to it that made you flinch deeper into Zuko's grasp on you.
Then came his voice at the shell of your ear, "Feel that?" he whispered, hands holding you steady.
You shuddered, "Y-Yeah. Why're you so-, ah!"
He was pushing up into you before you had much time to question him. Zuko didn't need questions, he just needed to be snug inside that slobbering pussy of yours, stuffing you full of himself, and soon having you cream around him far more than you did on Geto.
...And if it took making his cock feel significantly different than Geto's did inside you via slight manipulation to the heat surrounding it, then so be it! You'd never have a moment long enough to question it anyways.
Y'know, since you're much too busy getting fucked dumb on his cock shortly after its slotted inside you. You're promptly displayed in front of Geto—who couldn't stop himself from tugging at his dick to the sight even if he tried—and your body feels almost tingly as Zuko plunges in and out of you.
He so easily lifted you up 'n down his cock, your pussy struggling to keep up with the pace as it squelched and left slicks of creaming arousal alllll over him.
The position allowed Zuko to hit deeper than he ever had before—arguably even deeper than Geto had too. Filthy juices slicked his cock, drooling down to his heavy balls whilst he bounced you in his arms.
You found your orgasm more times than you can count in that position but it took Zuko a bit to get there himself since he'd put so much focus and energy into getting you to cum on him harder than you did on Geto.
And even after, by the time he's obscenely thrusting his own load into you, Geto still looks as though he's got something up his sleeve.
The cult leader had spilt into his hand already but that mattered little, as he had one more thing in mind in order to win this imaginary competition he'd set.
Zuko pulled out of you and lowered your used body down gently onto the bed right in front of Geto. A mix of your release and his seed leaked out from inside you. He moved a hand to the top of your head to pat you softly and wiped sweat from his brow before casting Geto a glance, "There. I win."
The sly man smirked, "Did you?"
"I did," Zuko confirms, shrugging. "There's nothing else you can do to—"
He is oh-so-unfortunately cut off by Geto moving forward to nestle in between your legs.
Zuko clears some shakiness out of his throat, "You... You're not about to do what I think you are... r-right?"
Geto merely winks at the man before pushing your jittery legs apart. Your back falls towards Zuko, who easily catches you, and is left to watch Geto angle downwards.
Your pussy glistened with the evidence of Zuko spilling into you, a milky white left to leak from your hole. "How pretty," was the last thing Geto murmured before he did the unimaginable and dove in.
His tongue came in flat and broad as it lapped at your folds, just nasty in the way he scooped up the mingled folds onto it.
He sucked appreciatively on your cunt but you were whimpering above him, tugging at his hair and then pushing at him because your head's all confused with pleasure and the back to back stimulation. Geto's tongue swished around your clit before he sucked on it, and you gasped.
Your hand flew somewhere before you were clutching onto both Zuko's arm and Geto's head as the man cleaned you.
Zuko transfixed on the sight for a long timed before you heard him say, "Doing something so filthy for her pleasure..." He managed a smile in between his words, "How honorable."
Geto plucked his mouth away then, just to respond. "What's with you and this honor thing, huh?"
"Just take the compliment," Zuko hummed.
"Give me a normal one and perhaps I will."
"That is a normal one."
You snort wearily, "Zuko, my dear, there is... hahhh, n-nothing normal about you and your fixation on things being honorable."
"I've never done it even though I've attempted to multiple times." You sigh, slumping next to him on the couch. "In the end, all I could achieve was a cramped wrist and pruny fingers."
Zayne takes off his glasses and really looks at you. "I see."
"quite the dilemma you have there." He raises a brow, but more so at your lit up expression.
"This is only to satisfy my intellectual curiosity." You see zayne's lips quirk up.
"thanks to your last experiment, I'm well acquainted with that, my love." He looks oddly proud as he says that.
"I'm treating myself as a test subject to see whether countless articles, testimonials and... Ahem visuals were accurate."
"will you be publishing your study?" He plays along.
"focus, zayne. Besides I'll pay you handsomely." You attempt a corny wink. He laughs softly.
"seeing you gush on my fingers would be sufficient compensation."
--
"squirting and female ejaculation are two different phenomenon." his voice is buttery soft as his fingers glide over your slit, gathering your slick to spread it over your glistening lips.
"ngh—released from the skene's glands and urethr—ah! respectively." you manage, lifting your head to see the way his slender fingers disappear into your syrupy hole.
"Its commendable how well informed you are. however, I'd rather you lost your mind on my fingers right now, darling." with that, his digits hook up, rubbing the swollen spot inside you.
his thumb finds your clit, making your walls quiver and melt around him. Your brain is melting into a mush. He hasn't moved his fingers. He's just caressing your sweet spot intently.
a strange weight accumulates in your stomach each time he does it, making you squirm under him.
"zayne—i feel something here..." your palm come up to your lower tummy.
"good. we're making progress." he mumbles, leaning down to replace his thumb with his lips. he nips and sucks your clit, mouth opening to lick broad stripe over your pebbled nub.
his fingers stop moving. His wrist does instead. Fingers he keeps hooked tight, massaging your sweet spot with pin-point precision.
"focus on the anterior wall is key." he tells you, taking your clit back in his mouth for a deep suckle, making your thighs tremble with need. his fingers trickle up your skin, to your navel, planting kisses alongside his touches.
"a little pressure here..." The heel of his palm presses down on your lower stomach. gently at first, slowly growing. You nearly choke on a moan. "Do you feel it?"
Feel what? The way you want to pee? cum? Or both?
"oh-oh god!" your fingers find purchase in his hair as he scissors you open. you're sucking him in, spasming around him wildly.
His fingers jab your g spot. He can feel them against his palm. that alone has him pathetically leaking pre in his pants as he ruts himself against the mattress.
"this makes your g spot more accessible. Paired with the pressure on your anterior wall..." He emphasizes it with his arm moving up and down, prodding that spongy spot, making your pussy gurgle and squelch lewdly. the intensity grows. his entire arm works now, making you quake violently with every movement.
"oh shitshit-zaynee—" the heat in your stomach is growing, coiling—a little more and you'll snap so hard. the thought alone has you letting out a perverted laugh.
"zayne... I think I'm about to—" you're so perfectly fucked out right now.
"I can feel it." He murmurs, leaning down to kiss your thigh. "Relax your pelvic muscles."
"y-youre gonna get sprayed in your face—"
"perhaps I want that." he admits, mesmerized. "after all, the female ejaculate contains high amounts of glucose." whaat a fuckin perv
but that's all it takes to maul your restraint. you gush around him with a silent cry, spraying so hard that your back arches off the mattress. his fingers keep going. rightly so because something else approaches. that familiar coil in your stomach.
mother of all things good. are you cumming? you see white before you can ruminate on it further. he groans in delight, mouth latching on to your creaming pussy. it makes you squeal in overstimulation.
when he finally lifts his face, licking your cream off his fingers—you see it—face dripping wet and dazed.
zayne never refuses to assist your research after that.
A/N: I'd like to write for Yuta more so I created a profile/headcanons for him to refer to for characterisation in potential future stories.
Warning: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with themes of NSFW abuse, toxicity and implications of unhealthy relationships that can be uncomfortable or triggering to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl.By clicking 'read more', you are consenting to read this at your discretion. No beta - we die like men!
Type: Devoted, overprotective, clingy, and obsessed
~Yandere! Yuta is a devoted lover. From the start, he's observant about your likes and dislikes, your facial expressions and nonverbal behaviours, what are the signs when you're actually happy, when you're sad, lying, and what things you value in a relationship that make you feel seen. He strives to do exactly that, because his love is genuine and he wants to be your picture perfect person. So, if you need reassurance, more communication, attention - whatever it is that is your "safety net" in a relationship, he does he his best to provide. In return, he expects the same. He's upfront about his needs and what he wants, and expects you to reciprocate his dedication. Except, there is huge discrepancies in your demands and his, where you may want him to communicate more often given the dangers of his occupation, he demands you to cut off everyone in your life except for him and his circle.
~Yandere! Yuta is overprotective and keeps you in a pretty cage cozy home with many safety procedures and surveillance cameras so if something happens, he will know immediately. He has many enemies that won't hesitate to use his lover to hurt him, so he convinces you for a live-in relationship as soon as he knows you're the one for him. He insists on all of the tracking, location sharing, etc surveillance because he's just worried about you. It definitely has nothing to do with his trust issues or paranoia that you may leave him or find someone else, and everything to do with the fact that he just wants to protect you.
~Yandere! Yuta who is clingy, and his top love languages are quality time and physical touch. He will always be touching you in some manner - hand on your lower back, fingers intertwined with yours, laying his head on your lap, holding your legs in his lap, and so on - everytime you're together, he always needs to hold you and touch you in some way. Every spare minute when he's not occupied with his sorcerer duties, he will spend it with you. It would be unforgivable if you ever have a comittment when he wants to spend time with you, even if it is legitimate. He'll make exceptions and be flexible for committments you cannot avoid, however, if its to due to plans with another person - a friend, family, aquiantance, you'll be cancelling that plan last minute, with how much he guilt trips you for abandoning him. Eventually, you learn to have all your free time open only for Yuta.
~Yandere! Yuta who is obsessed with you. His devotion stems from his obsession with you, and goodness, for him, you're so perfect. He puts you on a pedestal and keeps all sorts of things as treasures about you. From the tangles of fallen hair strands bunched up together, to bitten nails (because who wouldn't have anxiety with someone as suffocating as Yuta?), to dirty laundry that you may not be able to find, he keeps his own collection. His unrealistic views of your perfection feeds into your toxic relationship, because it's that much more daunting when you inevitably make mistakes. Depending on what it is, and how much it affects his mood, results in the punishment that matches it. Typically, Yuta doesn't like to enforce your obligations through physical punishments - they tend to be more psychological or sexual. For e.g., he may tie you up and lock you in a closet for 2 days without any exposure to food, light, or even water. He's kind enough to fit you in an adult diaper if its this punishment. In other times, he may leave you immobilied and filled up with a sexual toy, overstimulating you until there is less pleasure, and more burning and aches. But of course, he will never dish out these punishments as long as you don't give him a reason to.
Out of all moments you could utter those words, you truly didn’t think it would be right now.
You just couldn’t help yourself, not when he had you bent into the mattress like this. The brutal pace of his hips falter, eyes widening slightly as he stares down at you. The intensity of his aether core had you squirming.
“You what?”
He bottomed out, pressing the dull head of his weeping cock into the soft, velvety wall of your cervix. He has to swallow a groan, you’re fucking ovulating.
“I-I want a baby, Sy…” you feel your lips trembling as you speak, one hand shaking as it detaches from his shoulder to cup his flushed, sweaty cheek. “Don’t say things in the heat of the moment you don’t mean, kitten.” He presses a little harder, punishingly, as if testing your resolve.
You mewl, hips instinctively jerking up but he grips your hips harder to drag you back down. “M’not saying something I-I don’t mean, Sy.”
You’re gasping, clenching around his throbbing cock as he mercilessly keeps you pinned in place.
“You’re speaking from a place of clouded judgment.” He reasons, not hurt or turned off, just trying to rationalize your sudden confession. “Sylus, I’m being s-so serious…!”
Still, he looks down at you quizzically. It sets a fire in your stomach, anger bubbling through the pleasure as you draw your other hand from his shoulder to grab on to the other side of his face. It was nearly a slap, enough to startle him into blinking down at you as if he’d just realized what predicament you were both currently in.
“Why is it so hard for you to believe I’d want to have a baby with you? You’re my husband, Sylus.” You were so full of him, so pressed together it was truly impossible to tell where one started at the other ended. Those words seem to rattle something deep within his core, the crimson of his eye grew blinding for a moment. “Say that again.”
“You’re my husband, Sylus. I want to have your babies.”
The metal of your wedding band had long since adapted to the heat of his skin, resting smoothly against his beautifully flushed cheekbone.
“Give me a baby, Sylus. I want your baby so bad, I want to have a family with you. M’not just saying it because you’re making me feel so-so good…”
He’s twitching, every word is sending his body into overdrive and yet his mind can’t seem to catch up. He’s staring at you, mouth cutely agape, unable to make his hips restart their motion. “Sylus, please.”
You attempt to move for him, but his grip is still iron on your skin. He’s keeping you in place, breathing heavy as he tries so desperately to sort himself. “Sylus, if you give me a baby, I’ll finally do it. I’ll join Onychinus.” Your last ditch effort, before adding oh so softly “Unless… you don’t want to have babies with me. I understand…”
There it is, the actual slap back to reality.
No words can convey what he wants to say in that moment, but thankfully, his body finally obeys him. You’re smothered by his mouth, lips melding perfectly against your own and swallowing up any doubts that had begun to creep into your mind. His hips move with brutal force once more, pounding you so deeply the bed creaks.
“There is nothing…” he’s gasping into your open mouth, your jaw having gone slack from pleasure. “…I’d want more in this life…” he’s so close, and judging by the way you’re clamping down around him, so are you. “…than to have a family with you. Don’t you dare ever think otherwise.”
If you weren’t melting from the pleasure radiating in your lower half, you’d give him shit for giving you such major whiplash. Though, you couldn’t necessarily blame him, could you? You did kind of spring this on him mid-fuck…
“Sylus m’gonna…” your hands slide back, leaving his face to bury themselves in the damp strands of silvery hair. You tug hard, crushing his lips against yours once more. You don’t need his verbal encouragement, not when his hand is slipping between your bodies to start circling your clit.
Your orgasm ruins you, stars spotting your vision as you nearly tug a chunk of his hair clean from his scalp. You barely process the fact that he’s cumming with you, filling you just as you asked him to.
“Thank you, thank you…” you manage, a lazy, breathless smile on your face as you pull away from him. Sylus, however, is smirking down at your fucked out expression.
“Don’t thank me until we know it sticks…” thumbing the sweat from your temple, he mutter softly. “Maybe a couple more rounds? Now that I know what you’re looking for me to do, I have to make sure I’m thorough…”
I’m tryna find my writing style again and now that I’m not flagged (yes imma bring this up all the time because I’m still so excited that my appeal was finally approved after two months lol) I have the motivation to write again… hopefully this is an okay read!
inspired by this ask that sweet @rafayelkisses left, i love ur brain so much mwah
"Slap me."
The words, spoken in his husky, wanting voice, makes your movements falter on his lap.
"What?"
Sylus groans, one large hand cupping your ass and forcing you right back into an unforgiving rhythm on his cock.
"You heard me, sweetie." His nose brushes along your neck before he pulls back. One eyes pulses with need so intense it makes your cheeks warm. "Slap me. On the face."
Your fingers curl against his shoulders. You bite your lip as you rise and fall on his length, each thrust dragging a rough sound from his throat.
Slowly, you lift your hand.
Your fingers twitch with hesitation before your palm connects with his cheek. It's not gentle by any means. But it isn't hard, either.
Sylus exhales sharply, his aether core immediately flaring brighter. His grip on your skin tightens, jaw flexing as he starts meeting your thrusts until his mushroom tip is bullying your cervix.
"Harder," he growls.
You mewl, nails raking down his chest, unable to think of anything coherent for a brief second.
"S-Sy—!"
Sylus, impatient in a way he usually never is, allows his hand to come down on your ass cheek, hard.
The provoking slap rings out alongside the wet sounds of your joining, and the sting makes you gasp. His fingers immediately squeeze the tender flesh afterwards, as if daring you to give him exactly what he's asking for.
Fine.
You lift your hand and smack it across his cheek with real effort this time, hard enough that his head turns from the force. When he looks back at you, his cheek is blooming pink.
Or maybe he's just blushing.
"F-Fuck, kitten," he moans, the sound quite needy from someone who had been so demanding only seconds ago.
He leans forward to steal a kiss, but the moment his lips crash into yours, his cock throbs violently inside you. Sylus shudders as he cums, trembling against your mouth.
[FRATLEB x READER] Can you really call Caleb your best friend after losing your virginity to his loathsome twin brother, Perses, at a frat party? || CW: 18+ mdni, smut, frat/nerd!au, nerdleb is Caleb, fratleb is Perses, virginity loss, mating press, spit kink
Can you really call Caleb your best friend after losing your virginity to his loathsome twin brother at a frat party?
The answer gets muddied with each harsh thrust Perses delivers into your slick cunt. One hand pushing your knee to your chest and the other groping a handful of your tits.
Does he care that you're his geek brother's best friend or a virgin? Probably not. To him, you're just a tight pussy he gets to drunkenly fill tonight. So he's not in the business of being gentle or sweet, but it's not like you have any complaints if the sounds of your moans are anything to go by.
Maybe the reality of the situation would've kicked in if not for the alcohol running through your system. All you can focus on is the way Perses's cock fills you perfectly.
And… maybe the alcohol also helps you blur Perses into Caleb. They are identical, after all.
You run your fingers through Perses's shaggy hair and push his bangs higher. Those violet eyes scan your blissed out expression with intent, analyzing carefully.
Just like Caleb, you wistfully think.
That's the same expression he gave you when you told him you wanted to go to a frat party for the first time. Of course, Caleb didn't want to join you, opting to pull and all nighter at the library for his exam on Monday. So you went all alone, feeling like a lamb to slaughter surrounded by strangers in a packed frat house. The only source of comfort being his brothers familiar face.
Perses pushes your leg higher, letting him hit you at a new angle that makes you gasp and writhe. His heavy cock buries into you deeper than before.
"Ca-"
He swallows your voice with a deep kiss, tongue delving into your mouth—it's hot, demanding, all consuming. It's like he wants to possess you, engrave himself in you so that you can belong to no one else but him—least of all his brother.
He tastes like cinnamon, remnants of his drinks tonight. You lean into it, curling your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. He completely dominates your mouth until you're breathless, panting as he pulls away with a string of saliva to connect you. He smears it against your lower lip as he scowls.
"So fucked out you can't even remember whose cock you're takin'," Perses scoffs under his breath. He grabs your jaw and forces you to focus your half lidded eyes on him. His face is flushed in a way you've never seen Caleb's. "Now, say my fuckin' name."
He emphasizes each word with a powerful thrust that slams the headboard.
"Perses." His name comes out in a whisper. It's as if saying it any louder will solidify this moment in truth—you're fucking your best friend's twin brother. The best friend you have a crush on. You're so fucked. In more ways than one…
He clicks his tongue, slowing his hips to an agonizing grind. "Don't get shy on me."
You buck your hips, in a desperate attempt to get him to move but he holds steady. Uselessly, you claw into his biceps and whine, "Please, Perses!”
"Louder," he commands. When you say his name again, there is a wild, triumphant grin that forms on his lips. He grips your jaw until you open your mouth to complain. "Good. Now, stay like that."
With your mouth pushed open and him leaning his weight against you, you can only watch as he spits into your mouth. You flinch as it lands in your mouth, a little catching on your bottom lip. He pushes your mouth closed.
"C'mon, swallow," Persus goads. He leaves you utterly humiliated by him, and the sick part of you is enthralled by it, craving it. He watches your throat bob as you obey him. Your pretty eyes stare up at him the whole time as he well and truly claims you.
A/N — originally supposed to be longer but i’m tired of this rotting in my drafts :’) i hope you enjoyed tho!!!!!
[FRATLEB x READER] Can you really call Caleb your best friend after losing your virginity to his loathsome twin brother, Perses, at a frat party? || CW: 18+ mdni, smut, frat/nerd!au, nerdleb is Caleb, fratleb is Perses, virginity loss, mating press, spit kink
Can you really call Caleb your best friend after losing your virginity to his loathsome twin brother at a frat party?
The answer gets muddied with each harsh thrust Perses delivers into your slick cunt. One hand pushing your knee to your chest and the other groping a handful of your tits.
Does he care that you're his geek brother's best friend or a virgin? Probably not. To him, you're just a tight pussy he gets to drunkenly fill tonight. So he's not in the business of being gentle or sweet, but it's not like you have any complaints if the sounds of your moans are anything to go by.
Maybe the reality of the situation would've kicked in if not for the alcohol running through your system. All you can focus on is the way Perses's cock fills you perfectly.
And… maybe the alcohol also helps you blur Perses into Caleb. They are identical, after all.
You run your fingers through Perses's shaggy hair and push his bangs higher. Those violet eyes scan your blissed out expression with intent, analyzing carefully.
Just like Caleb, you wistfully think.
That's the same expression he gave you when you told him you wanted to go to a frat party for the first time. Of course, Caleb didn't want to join you, opting to pull and all nighter at the library for his exam on Monday. So you went all alone, feeling like a lamb to slaughter surrounded by strangers in a packed frat house. The only source of comfort being his brothers familiar face.
Perses pushes your leg higher, letting him hit you at a new angle that makes you gasp and writhe. His heavy cock buries into you deeper than before.
"Ca-"
He swallows your voice with a deep kiss, tongue delving into your mouth—it's hot, demanding, all consuming. It's like he wants to possess you, engrave himself in you so that you can belong to no one else but him—least of all his brother.
He tastes like cinnamon, remnants of his drinks tonight. You lean into it, curling your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. He completely dominates your mouth until you're breathless, panting as he pulls away with a string of saliva to connect you. He smears it against your lower lip as he scowls.
"So fucked out you can't even remember whose cock you're takin'," Perses scoffs under his breath. He grabs your jaw and forces you to focus your half lidded eyes on him. His face is flushed in a way you've never seen Caleb's. "Now, say my fuckin' name."
He emphasizes each word with a powerful thrust that slams the headboard.
"Perses." His name comes out in a whisper. It's as if saying it any louder will solidify this moment in truth—you're fucking your best friend's twin brother. The best friend you have a crush on. You're so fucked. In more ways than one…
He clicks his tongue, slowing his hips to an agonizing grind. "Don't get shy on me."
You buck your hips, in a desperate attempt to get him to move but he holds steady. Uselessly, you claw into his biceps and whine, "Please, Perses!”
"Louder," he commands. When you say his name again, there is a wild, triumphant grin that forms on his lips. He grips your jaw until you open your mouth to complain. "Good. Now, stay like that."
With your mouth pushed open and him leaning his weight against you, you can only watch as he spits into your mouth. You flinch as it lands in your mouth, a little catching on your bottom lip. He pushes your mouth closed.
"C'mon, swallow," Persus goads. He leaves you utterly humiliated by him, and the sick part of you is enthralled by it, craving it. He watches your throat bob as you obey him. Your pretty eyes stare up at him the whole time as he well and truly claims you.
A/N — originally supposed to be longer but i’m tired of this rotting in my drafts :’) i hope you enjoyed tho!!!!!
To be fair, you're a little preoccupied. Zayne is splayed out beneath you, giving you the rare opportunity to have the upper hand on him as your tongue swirls around the sensitive head of his cock. His brows are knit in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, so he too doesn't notice Sylus's large frame at the door.
He doesn't announce his presence, preferring instead for his evol to wrap around your lower half, keeping you still. A warm hand brushes your bare thigh in what you assume to be a greeting, but is more likely a warning. Stay still, is what he's telling you. Of course, you'll play along.
The buzz of a vibrator makes Zayne peak an eye open, getting a clear view of what Sylus intends to do to you. You'd be jealous if you weren't getting an equally arousing view.
"Having fun?" Sylus teases Zayne, running the toy along the inside of your thigh. He knows how desperate you are, how turned on you get when you blow either of them, so he knows exactly how torturous to be.
"Someone's been insatiable lately." Zayne tries to sound normal, though he's betrayed by the breathy gasp that escapes him as you take him all the way in your throat.
"Has she been behaving?"
You and Zayne lock eyes at Sylus's question, and promptly have a silent conversation. He wants to say no, to enjoy the vision of Sylus punishing you like he so rarely does. But if he says no, he knows for a fact this blowjob won't end well for him.
"She's been perfect."
"In that case, I suppose she deserves a reward. Does that sound nice, kitten?"
18+ mdni | gege caleb always comes home during exam season to help u destress
TW. fingering, massages
caleb always took time off from the DAA during your exams to make sure you were taking care of yourself. as much as you argued that you were an adult and didn’t need him, he knew you loved when he babied you. he could easily tell you liked it from the way your cheeks flushed every time he brought you food, patting your head and telling his “smart girl” to not work so hard.
plus, in a way it was a vacation for him. yes he was doing way more laundry, cooking, and cleaning—but it was for you. in skyhaven he was doing the same stuff but had been constantly thinking about where you were, what you were doing, who you were with. now he didn’t have to guess.
so every time you made a joke about him being a ‘house husband’, he laughed and happily agreed, saying it’s what he was born to do. you thought the label was funny, but caleb liked it because it extended his duties, and he made sure to follow through on them.
his favourite of all was after you finished all your exams and had him work out the knots that developed from stress. he was shocked at how tense you got, spending hours upon hours smoothing out your muscles with baby oil, relishing in the little gasps you let out every time he got close to where you really needed him.
“cmon sweets, try and relax for me”
“you’re so sensitive pips”
“already squirming and i haven’t even touched you properly yet”
after caleb felt you’d been teased enough, he’d finally move his hands to your tits, pinching your nipples before bringing his fingers between your thighs, eyeing the slick forming.
“looks like i don’t need to use any more oil here” he’d tease, finally circling your clit with the pad of his index finger, cock swelling at the way your hips jumped. he never made it about him though, this was for you. his fingers only sped up after you moaned his name, begging your gege to stop teasing.
two fingers dipped into your entrance causing your cunt to immediately convulse around the intrusion, clit throbbing as his thumb pressed down. when you finally let go for him and came with a cry of his name on your tongue, he moved your thighs apart, kneeling between them before starting the process over with his tongue.
simon riley fucking you for the first time knowing he shouldn’t. it’s forbidden. it’s wrong. you’re the captain’s daughter.
he has you sat on the table, your shirt hiked up, his pants shoved down. his cock is still bottoming out, groaning in your ear, when you both hear price’s heavy footfalls echoing down the hall as he calls out for his daughter… for you.
im genuinely so obsessed with how you write bokuto it is So Accurate ♨️ anyway does he not totally seem the type to mock/imitate ur moans when u wake up the next morning complaining bec of how sore u were
bokuto begging you for another round
warnings. explicit nsfw. TW: drawing blood. minors DNI
details. bokuto x reader / fem!reader / somnophilia / quiet!reader / impatient!bokuto / dumb dick bokuto / cuddly / f!rec oral / rough sex / biting, bruising / timeskip!bokuto / morning breath does not exist in my fics / whiny!bokuto / coercion, if you squint / drawing blood / masochism + sadism / switchy!reader, switchy!bokuto / 1.9k words
notes. wowwowowowoww hello this was probably the quickest turnaround i've ever had. sry if it reads a bit fast, i wrote it pretty quick.
You stir, dizzy and confused, at a pressure against your lower back.
"Mmnh..."
You're coming to, realizing there's warm, strong arm snaked between your legs. A wave of pleasure you aren't prepared for washes over lower tummy.
Your whine is high and broken and overlapped by a seethe next to your ear.
"Kota-,"
He rolled his heavy hips into you, the plush of your ass the perfect resting place for his hard cock. Though he had been touching you for an unknown amount of time, he didn't do you or himself the liberty of removing any clothes. Yet.
"Good morning," He sang.
His biting on the shell of your ear and a rougher, heavier motion forced a wince across your features. He couldn't see it.
But now that you were awake, he could finally talk.
"Soo fuckin' good last night," His fingers edged beneath your panties, quickly slipping between the folds of your soaked cunt from all the work he had put in hours before. His laugh-like groan spilled across the tiny bruises littering your neck, "How 'bout you ride me this time?"
He mistook you rising up to your elbows as you meeting his challenge.
Your tummy ached, strong, when you curled up-- your arms were made of concrete, your thighs tender and pulsing in tandem your heartbeat (but not the good kind).
His grin shattered when he saw your face.
You were, in truth, a little scared at how sore he'd made you.
"So that's gonna be a no," He mumbled to himself.
A harsh, fast look made him cower.
"Sorry- sorry- what's, uh--," He sat up, hand hovering just over the outside of your thigh. When he asked you, 'what's wrong?' it sounds like he thinks that's what he should do.
An 'I don't know' would not have expressed enough disinterest. You landed on your best educated guess, instead, and told him with enough firmness to keep him at bay.
"You were too rough."
He looked like a kicked puppy.
"What?"
A flurry of memories from your long night filled his overactive imagination all at once, staggering him enough to lay onto his back. He rubbed his face with a big, exaggerated groan. You were so wild with him last night, but now you were back to that quiet, cold, disinterested coworker he was used to. He didn't want to return to having to keep his hands to himself, dancing around bad PR, and hearing, 'We can't' all the time.
You tried to ignore his tearless whining.
In the light of morning, you realized that his bed was enormous. A good size for a professional athlete. You could've gotten up to get dressed, but you weren't awake enough to make the uncomfortable journey yet. It would require a little too much core strength. The sheets slid off of your scantily-dressed form as you instead made your way up on bruised knees.
He peeked through parted fingers and his heart softened. You were totally littered in bite marks and bruises.
"I can be...softer."
Maybe you would've believed that, if he didn't speak through literally gritted teeth.
He did not appreciate how you laughed down at him.
His cock did though. It jumped at the sight of your smile. He was an absolute mess of a man.
"Wha-? No! That's not fair," He sat up so fast, so easily, you couldn't help but notice all his different muscles flex to make it happen. You barely met his eyes, so sudden and fierce in your face, with a less confident stare. He could be so unintentionally intense, in more ways than one.
His breath spilled fast over your skin, his hands filled with your hips before you're ready, "Just lemme me taste you--,"
“You were beggin’ for it last night!” He reminds you, bitter and mean-spirited but lacking a frown, “‘Kota, please, ohh, harder! Harder!’”
You flinch under all the weight he pushed onto you as he knocked you on your back.
Your body, though not at peak performance, still craved him. It learned that Bokuto came with all the pain; the harsh little nicks every other minute, the pushing and pulling and twisting, the love taps and bites. You couldn't have him without it.
"Please," His eyes pierced through you, imposing, but his tone was nothing short of desperate.
He could be fairly mindless, bordering on inconsiderate, but he wasn't emptyheaded enough to miss that crack in your armor. A glassy-eyed look you reserved just for him. You're under him all over again and you don't push him away. You don't want him to go.
His eyes lower to the cuts on your lips.
"You liked me last night, yeah?"
"Ah-h!"
Your inner thighs groan under his weight, his clothed hardon sliding perfectly over your soaked panties.
"Sh-it," Bokuto sighed a shaky, restrained breath, “What’s wrong with me now?”
Lost in thought, he dipped his head towards your neck with closed eyes. You stiffen, but he doesn't kiss, doesn't bite, doesn't suck.
It leaves this tingly, empty sensation. You crave him there. Doing anything.
You swallow, voice uneven and still unsure, "Gentle... okay?"
You watched the ceiling become a blur and your hips once again became a sacrifice to his eagerness. He tugged you hard to the edge of his mattress so he can kneel- a better position to jerk himself off.
He dropped to his knees with a harsh thud, fisted his cock, and mumbled something incoherent through your ruined fabric before ridding you of them.
From here, he could see your bruises were worse than he thought. He struggled to find a spot he liked that wasn't occupied by sensitive, raised skin. The bruises were conveniently in every area he favored.
"Mn-n, Kota--," You gasped. You pried at his mean fingers.
He had to give up and fist the sheets next to you with a dissatisfied groan.
The way his shoulders twitched under you, the sight of his veins, plump with effort as they gripped something less satisfactory-- you shuddered.
His tongue was the only gentle thing about him. Fat, and fluttery, and coated in your sweet juices.
You bucked against him, softly, and a hand laced through his color-damaged locks.
His moans buzzed just right against your clit.
He was so pretty when he looked up at you. Riding him was beginning to sound like the best idea you'd heard in a long time.
"Tha'so'hot," He slurred, sucking you up and spitting some excess wetness onto his hand. The thickness lubed up his dick so well he had to pant open-mouthed against you.
He readjusted so he wouldn't work himself up so fast and almost forgot not to squeeze you in the process.
His hand once again stuttered, in the air, over your legs.
"Fuck," He hissed. The sheets were not enough, so he just double fisted his own cock and let you keep rolling your hips slowly up into his slick mouth.
"O-h my- god," You trembled at his successful demonstration.
You couldn’t tell exactly which way you preferred him; when he listened to you, or when he didn’t.
You whined out an admission, "Y'look so good like that..."
The praise made him screw his eyes shut.
“Hm-mn…”
He struggled after that to keep himself composed and from cumming. He wanted to be inside you so bad that it hurt. He was completely out of breath, so he turned his head to the side and added a second layer of hickeys to the inside of your thigh.
"I need you,” He sighed, broken.
"Then do something about it." You laughed at him. You knew it would make him a little mad.
He rose with a big scoff, towering above you, and fixed your weak legs to his liking.
The hollows of your knees were an odd area that stayed particularly sore. You yelped at his squeeze, but it went ignored. Well, nearly. He did grin at your reaction.
"Maybe you're ri-ght," He gasped at the addictive sensation of pushing into your tortured pussy, "Fuck!"
Bokuto could feel how much you wanted him. How close he tongue-fucked you already, how exhausted you were by that dumb little noises flooding out of your mouth.
"Can't fuck you any other way," He confessed in a low mumble.
"M-mn-Ah!!"
He basked in your overstimulated mewls.
You were addicted to his heavy fucking - he was fascinated by how well a good girl like you could take him. He didn't waste your time with unnecessary pleasantries just because you were quiet. He gave you what you needed. He was irrefutably down.
The sound of him breaking you in again was loud and filthy.
Wet, and hard, and hitting your cervix like you owed him money. Like he was angry you had laughed at him twice.
Your breath was slowly getting stolen from you; partially because he was gradually opting to not support himself in favor of crushing you, and partially because you were already an inch away from finishing.
Your tiny gasps went ignored, so your nails started to speak for you by raking deep lines down his back. It didn't get his heavy body off of you.
"Y-eah," His masochistic grin preceded a brief laugh, "Hurt me, baby."
"Whatchu got, huh?" He teased. He was excited. He wanted the marks. He wanted the guys to ask about it tomorrow.
You could barely understand him, too drunk on his cock. It dulled your ability to think and he could see it.
"Hm?"
He finally let you breathe and set a larger hand atop yours, fixed to his shoulder, to give you the strength you didn't have within.
Your nails dug hard, thoughtless, and inflicted more than just divots. Your fingers were wet with blood.
"M-mn, h-aha," He pressed a messy and forceful kiss to your temple that moved your whole head to the side.
The effect was next to nothing for him. He looked just as lost in your pussy as he had before, and struggled to edge off the same intense orgasm, too.
His elation with watching you cum was also identical to last time-- he mirrored your gasp, eyes brightening as he felt your cunt spasm around his girth.
"Kotaa-Ah! !!"
That hot coil in you finally snapped, dragging with it a strength that imbued your panicky hands the ability to get a reaction from him.
"Good girl, oh-h, fuuuck yeah," He couldn't help but place a strong hand around your neck, match you, keeping you still and quiet, as he ruined you for his own use.
"H-mmn, fuc-k, fuckfuck, ahh--"
He came hard all over your tummy, twitchy and whiny and rasping, with a face you wanted to just keep drawing them from forever.
As soon as he was done, he sandwiched the sticky white stuff between your bodies by collapsing on top of you again. Messy was clearly his style.
“I need.. ugh, fuck,” He kissed, rushed, in no particular order all over your sweaty face, “I’need two minutes. Then- let’s go again, yeah?”
That avoidant look all over you, the stiffness under him, told him what you don’t have the breath for.
“Ohhh, baby- please,” He started to beg again.
When he rocked his slick cock against you, you realized he still wasn’t softening. He had been hard since the middle of the crew mixer last night. What in the hell was he made out of? Was he trying to set a record, or start shooting blanks, or make it so you couldn’t walk?
“Holy shit,” You muttered under your breath as he started to palm your sticky chest.
If you wanted one quick fuck, Bokuto was not going to be your guy.
links: my masterlist. more haikyuu. my side. my inbox.
