Sleepy💤

She/Her 21 Chronically horny My interests are all over the place

[luvabug]

Got high as fuck last night and went on a mission

[roseworth]

“help” is my favorite way to say that something is funny. like hey i laughed at this post can you save me

[tays-writing]

Choso Kamo x Reader

CW: NSFW. Blood kink / Blood play. Risky kink. Intoxication. Cowgirl. Creampie. Passing out. Aftercare. Quick read.

Choso’s hands gripped your hips tightly as you rode him, slow and deep, savoring every thick inch of him stretching you open. 

His breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling beneath you, the signature mark across his face looking even more striking when he was flushed with pleasure.

“Baby –ahh— you feel so good” he groaned, voice low and rough. His fingers dug into your skin, guiding your movements as you rolled your hips faster.

You’d been warned. Many times. Every time you rode him, your eyes would drift to that mark. Every time, Choso would catch you and shake his head, voice low and warning: “I know you’re curious baby… but even a little is dangerous. Don’t.”

You’d rolled your eyes and obeyed, but the temptation had always been there. Especially when he looked like this—lips parted, hair messy against the pillow.

“You’re staring again” he murmured, breath hitching as you rolled your hips.

“I can’t help it,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth “You look so fucking pretty… I just want to taste you.”

Choso groaned, eyes fluttering shut for a second. You felt him throb inside you. As he got closer, his rhythm faltered. His fingers dug into your ass, guiding you faster.

“Baby— fuck— I’m gonna cum” he warned, voice broken.

You clenched around him deliberately and leaned in closer, eyes locked on that tempting line of black. 

The moment he came — hips jerking up hard as he spilled hot and deep inside you — a thick drop of dark blood welled up from the mark and slid down his cheek.

This time you didn’t hesitate.

You leaned down and dragged your tongue slowly across his skin, collecting the warm, metallic blood. The taste hit you instantly — iron and something strangely sweet, almost addictive. Choso’s eyes snapped open.

“Shit— no—” he hissed, but his cock throbbed violently inside you, another pulse of cum flooding your pussy at the same moment.

You smiled against his cheek and licked again, slower, chasing the trail. A second line of blood started dripping. You pressed your lips to the mark and sucked gently.

Choso shuddered hard beneath you, a broken moan leaving his throat. His arms wrapped around your back, torn between pulling you away and holding you closer.

For a few blissful seconds everything felt perfect: warm, hazy, floating. You kept smiling as you looked down at him, still gently rocking your hips.

Then the room started to tilt. Your vision blurred at the edges. Your limbs grew heavy, a pleasant numbness spreading through your body. You felt yourself slowly collapsing forward onto his chest, still smiling dreamily.

Choso caught you immediately, strong arms wrapping around your back.

“I told you baby…” he murmured, voice soft but scolding. He brushed your hair out of your face, looking down at you with a mix of exasperation and deep affection. “Why don’t you ever listen?”

You tried to speak, but only a content little hum came out. Your eyelids felt impossibly heavy, warmth wrapping around you making everything feel safe.

Choso sighed, carefully pulling out of you. He cleaned you both quickly with a warm cloth, then tucked the blankets around your body with gentle hands. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment.

He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you protectively as you drifted off completely, still wearing that faint, satisfied smile. “Sleep. I’ve got you.”

As you drifted deeper into that hazy fog, a lazy smile stayed on your lips.

Well… it was worth it.

The sweet taste still coated your tongue, and even as consciousness slipped away, you couldn’t help but think how good it felt. Dangerous. Addictive. Perfect.

You really hoped he’d let you do it again sometime.

omg my first choso oneshot!!

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[pillsatoru]

꣑ৎ fighting with satoru leads to him forcing you to ride him

The last thing you wanted to do was get into an argument with your roommate and best friend. Yet you found yourself going back and forth with him & it didn’t look like it was coming to an end any time soon. 

“I don’t understand how I’m not allowed to have boys over but you’re free to bring home girls, it’s totally unfair Satoru!” You yelled, voice turning raspy. 

It’s been hours since this argument began and he was getting sick of it. 

“The difference between us is that I didn’t invite that girl over to fuck, did I?” He shot back, a vein forming at his temple. 

His hand reached up to his face, sliding off his glasses to set them aside on the counter. “I came home with her because we had a project to do and the library was closed. And you know this because I texted you earlier about it.”   

“So? She was totally giving you bedroom eyes!”

“And what if she was? Doesn’t mean I gave in and started humping her like a dog in heat. I’m not that easy, sweets.” 

But you were. 

You were not about to give in because he used your favorite pet name, and you definitely weren’t going to allow him to see the effect it had on you. 

“I don’t know why me bringing a boy over concerns you either.” 

“Watch that tone.” He warned. His eyes have darkened enough to match the late night shadows seeping into the kitchen, rain being muffled by the windows. Your lip trembled, being utterly frustrated. It’s not like you even did anything with the guy, you just wanted to make him jealous – get back at him for inviting that girl over. 

Satoru noticed your pout, sighing through his nose as all previous anger faded. “Baby.” 

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” He closed in, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. “You love it when I use sweet names on you.” 

You pulled away from his touch, still pissed. “We’re just roommates, that’s why.” That certainly got him to raise a brow, a slight tilt at his head as he took in your words. “Just roommates? Am I not your best friend? Am I not the one that makes you feel good?” 

Your breath hitched, knowing what he was referring to. 

You had come home stressed about some class and it didn’t help that it was ovulation week as well, making you all pent up. Thankfully, Satoru didn’t mind helping you out on the very counter he was leaning against. “What was your goal when you brought him over? To make me jealous? Get your pay back?” 

Well, yes. 

But you were not going to admit that so easily. 

“If I hadn’t made it clear enough, sweets, you’re the only girl I want. Why would I be stupid to put my dick inside someone who isn’t you?” His vulgar words strike again at your inner core, forcing your thighs to clench. 

“Satoru..” Your cheeks heated up. 

“I’m going to ask you again, and you’re going to answer honestly. Are we just roommates?” 

Of course not. Roommates don’t just allow the other to ride them like rabbits in heat the way you were doing right now. Your clothes were discarded on the floor, shaky hands rubbing up and down his abs all while he watched. 

A smirk was lifting at his lips, enjoying the way you struggled to do all of the work. He wanted to touch your tits, give them the little kisses they deserved. But hearing you beg for his touch was far better. 

“Please– I said I was s-sorry..” Your apologies fell upon deaf ears. This was your punishment after all. You could barely register your own pleas as his tip grazed your puffy folds. “You’re going to ride me and I’m not going to help for shit.” 

And he kept his word because he hasn’t done anything more than letting out the occasional grunt. It was genuinely pissing you off. 

“Please,” You tried again, leaving sloppy but sweet kisses on his lips that he didn't reciprocate. Not even when you picked up your pace or slowed it down did he react. 

Nothing was working. 

Not until he saw you begin to sob, hiding your pretty face in his neck did he soften up. “Hey, hey.. It’s okay, sweet girl. I forgive you, you did so good, took your punishment like the good girl you are. Don’t cry, you’re making me feel bad.” His expression softened, large hand rubbing the small of your back as he coo’ed in your ear at your hiccups. 

You sniffled, chasing your nearing orgasm now that he praised you. “Am gonna cum..” You gasped, clawing at his back. Satoru fully wrapped his arms around you, bouncing you harshly on his lap. “Go ahead.” 

White dots filled your sight when you spilled on his dick, legs trembling. He followed soon after, releasing deep in you. “Good job, baby. Don’t you ever think that shit again. I don’t want anyone but you, and it’s time to realize that.” 

You nodded, placing your lips on his, finally receiving the kiss you needed.

[luvabug]

Uhm… are there any x reader fics where Gojo and Geto are dating and reader is the third? Preferably smut… asking for a friend…

[ohfreshlinen]

𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · pussy so good, sukuna taps in

Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation. 

"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that." 

You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time). 

"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"

"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."

Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in. 

"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!" 

Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before. 

"Enchain." 

Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears. 

"Y-Yū —" 

"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin. 

This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and break through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too. 

"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."

Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded. 

Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is. 

Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard. 

Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you from the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway. 

"Y-Yūji —"

"My name, brat —"

"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"

"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit. 

You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"

"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."

He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac. 

"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only." 

"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —" 

"That's it."

The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't even stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away. 

When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again. 

"S-Sukuna?" 

"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?" 

You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine." 

"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt. 

"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating." 

Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at prior. 

"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that." 

"It was," you breathe out. 

When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty. 

Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal. 

"Are you tired?" Yūji brushes your hair tenderly. 

You shake your head. "Not at all, baby." 

"Let me fuck you next, then." 

© ohfreshlinen — all rights reserved. do not modify, edit, steal, or plagiarize my content.

[gracewinston]

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ Megumi and Yuji Fucking Their Favorite Girl!

Megumi x Yuji x Reader

WARNINGS: polyamory, female and male receiving, anal, p in v, threesome, double penetration, cum, cussing, megumi and yuji are both bi, itafushi

You were seated between your two boyfriends, Megumi and Yuji. Sitting on Yuji’s lap as your feet dangle in Megumi’s. Yuji’s big arms are holding you by your waist against his chest. His eyes are pinned to the movie on screen, some action movie. Bursts of fire and explosions with blaring siren alarms, and gunfire exploding through the speakers.

Neither you nor Megumi is paying attention. All you guys want is not to watch Human Earthworm again for the 100th time, this is slightly better.

The blue-white light illuminates across Megumi’s face as he aimlessly scrolls on his phone next to Yuji. Something peaceful resting on their faces.

I look up at both of them, mindlessly rubbing my feet against Megumi’s lap and glancing up at Yuji. Seeing him completely enamored by the screen; not paying attention as well. Allowing you to gaze at each of their features without them knowing.

They are both so handsome: Yuji's strong jaw, pretty brown eyes, the scar across his nose bridge, and his fluffy pink hair. Megumi’s sharp blue eyes, slim nose, dead stare, and unruly urchin hair. God, your boyfriends are so beautifully sculpted with features carved out of the utmost perfection and care.

You get the privilege to be seated on their laps, getting to call them your boyfriends. You almost couldn’t help the warmth that blooms in the lower space of your belly.

You look back at Megumi, your feet slowly tantalizingly crawling up his lap. You press the heel of your foot against him, brushing against his crotch, once. Then twice. Megumi’s scrolling thumb pauses and he looks down at your foot pleated on his crotch, and then at you.

He gives you that mean little glare that you love so much—his blank stare with heated eyes. One word communicates inside that look. Quit.

He knows exactly what you are up to. Your little game you’re out to play.

You look back up at Yuji, completely oblivious. You shift your hips against his lap, feeling that creeping sensation crawl right up your legs, and blossom in the heat between them. Feel yourself growing wet, and leaking slick right onto your panties.

You press into yuji’s side, head dipping between his shoulder and neck. Lips pressing dangerously close to his skin till you make the lightest kiss to his neck. You look to see if there’s any recognition to the light press, but there’s none. You pack your lips more boldly to his neck, making a light “mwah” sound with your lips, catching Megumi’s attention.

His gaze flickers over to you, seeing your head dip into Yuji’s neck, leaving soft wet hot kisses as you stare across at Megumi. Watching, teasing; not breaking away from those blue eyes.

Your lips trail up and down, one hand against the other side of his neck as your tongue darts out and tastes the salty taste of his skin.

Feeling the wet sensation Yuji snaps back to reality. His gaze flickering down to you, characteristically oblivious to your intentions, who meets you with a sweet smile and big happy eyes.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi, Yuu.”

Your foot creeps back up to Megumi’s crotch, rubbing the heel of your foot right against his growing bulge. Megumi sniffles a moan, trying to hide how turned on he got just from you kissing Yuji’s neck.

“You need something?”

You shake your head, smiling, “Just need a kiss.” You play it so plainly, just a simple little kiss is all you need when what you really need is him deep inside your cunt, while you’re sucking on Megumi’s cock.

He leans down and kisses you, going in for a small peck but you grab the back of his neck, forcing him into your mouth. Pressing your tongue to his lips, you moan straight into his mouth the moment he yields, feeling his tongue tangle with yours

You bite down on his lip, causing him to tighten his grip around your waist, and his eyebrows to pinch together in a furrow.

“Mm…Yuji,” you moan his name, knowing that gets him off. A tent forms in his pants from under your thigh as you slide your fingers through his hair, purposefully tugging on his hair to get him riled up.

A sharp groan erupts from beside Yuji, dividing your attention in half. Your foot lies propped against Gumi’s lap, rubbing conspicuously as you’ve been making out with Yuji. Megumi pushes your foot away as his bulge is now straining against the fabric.

You pull back from Yuji, “Oops sorry Megs,” you giggle. The shrill giggle sends both of them into a state of conundrum. Their dicks are half hard and the movie suddenly becomes non-existent.

Your eyes flicker back over to Yuji and you bite your lip, trailing your long nails from his face to the big bulge he’s sporting. Hissing as you palm his clothed cock.

“Baby—“

“Mhm?” You innocently tilt your head, batting your lashes up at him. You feel the friction spark between your thumb and the rough fabric of his sweats as you apply slow penetrating pressure.

Suddenly the TV screen goes dark, shutting off. Silence falls between all three of you. The air is warm with tension, both of them staring at you.

“What were you saying Yuji?”

Your palm is still pressed up against his bulge, squeezing lightly, “I-…fuck…I don’t remember,” he shifts uncomfortably, trying to relieve any tension from the tight hold of your hand.

Your other hand threads through his hair, scratching the buzzed undercut of his hair, making him groan.

“Babe, we were all supposed to be watching a movie,” he complains.

“M’sorry…just can’t help myself when I have two such attractive boyfriends.”

A tiny faint hue of blush dances across their faces. Megumi glances away, awkwardly. Feeling the air tighten in his chest by the little compliment, scowling his face to try and not seem so affected. Of course, the faint flush red on the tips of his ears gives him away.

Same as Yuji. That same dusted pink blush sprinkled on his cheeks and his neck. That crack of tension tightens its hold against all three of you. You crawl off of Yuji’s lap and crawl over to Megumi’s, the couch dipping with your weight. You cup his face, bringing that flustered face into view.

“Megumi look at me, honey.” Once he looks at you, you kiss him. Grinding slowly against his lap, drawing out a startled moan.

You feel his chest rise and inflate against you. His arms circle your waist to keep from rocking over. His head tips back as you go to open his mouth and explore.

Yuji watches from the side, feeling his heart race at the sight of you two. His cock strains so painfully against his sweats that he lets out a groan. His restrain slipping like the speed of light, unable to conceal himself anymore. His fingers hook at the waistband of his sweats and boxers, pulling them down to his mid-thigh. His cock springs up, slapping against his stomach, leaking heavily with pre cum.

“Shit…” he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping slowly as he watches you and Megumi make out with your hips delicately grinding down on his cock. His hands flex against your waist as he groans into your mouth. Watching as the flick of your tongues glide against each other, twirling together like two sinful snakes.

He lets out a shuddering groan, pumping his cock faster, feeling like a big pervert for shamelessly masturbating right next to his boyfriend and girlfriend making out.

You glance over, hearing the slick sounds of plap plap, and seeing Yuji’s hand grasping his flushed bright red dick. That white-hot lust crawling up to your head, moving without thought.

You motion for him to come closer, “Come here, Yu.”

He scoots closer, thigh pressed against Megumi’s as his hand gets replaced by yours. He moans as your smaller hand wraps around his dick, slowly pumping up and down.

“Ahh-hah,” you smile and go right back to kissing Megumi. His hips bucking up into you, trying to chase some friction from his aching dick, trapped by clothes and the weight of your body.

“Please—“

“Can we have sex please?” Yuji begs, breaking in, looking at the two of you, his cock pulsing in the palm of your hand. The primal need of feeling the expanse of both his girlfriend's and his boyfriend’s bodies wrapped inside or around him unable to contain. His body practically vibrates.

In an instant, a rush of clothes gets pulled off and thrown across the living room floor. Making a sheet of messy strewed clothes on the backs of the couch and the coffee table.

Your back lies against the couch. Hair sprawled out in wispy swirls, draping over the cushions. Yuji hovers above you. His cock nestled sweetly into your pussy. His face is red and hot, eyebrows pinching together, mouth lying open as he grunts and falls over you.

Megumi is behind him, his cock lubed up and inching into Yuji. Feeling the tight muscle open up for him and close tightly around his dick, as Yuji lets out a cry at the intrusion. Having to hold himself up by grasping the couch so he doesn’t crush you.

“Ahh-shit…fuck-“ he moans, always the loudest out of all three of you. Filling your ears with his half-gritted sounds.

“Shh it’s okay, just open up for Megumi. K?”

He pants, leaning a bit forward so his cock can bottom out inside him, “Y-yes baby, mngh…”

You cup his flushed face, rubbing his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs. His eyes are lazily tracking your features with his mouth hanging wide open, already blissed out from the pleasure. His dick wrapped beautifully inside your walls, and Megumi wrapped snuggly inside of him.

Connecting all three of you in a line of pleasure, seeping through every course. Bodies pressed flushed together, skin sticking to soft dewy skin, heart palpitating, all three connected through each other.

Megumi rests his chin on Yuji’s shoulder, looking over at you, “You alright there?”

You nod, lying there with Yuji’s aching cock inside your damp heat, plugging you up.

Megumi and Yuji’s lips meet momentarily, turning to the side and pressing their lips together. You're watching as your boyfriends kiss. Their sharp jaws flexing with the ticks of working inside each other's mouths. Slick sounds of swapping each other’s spit.

A hand crawls up your torso, cupping the underside of your boob and squeezing. Making your body slightly arch up as those greedy fingers pinch your nipple.

“Agh!” You squeal and accidentally buck your hips against Yuji’s pelvis. His lips knock away from Megumi’s and he lets out a sharp grunt, “Ah-fuck!” His body locks up, a swirl of pre cum glistening out of his tip.

“Come on, Yuji fuck her,” Megumi eggs on.

Yuji shakily grasps your hips and starts pitifully rutting into your cunt. With Megumi at his backside, the weight of his body against his back he can't move forward much.

Megumi wraps his arms around Yuji, grabbing his waist. Slowly thrusting in and out of him, not too hard so it doesn’t mess up the practiced rhythm they both set.

“A-hah mnghhh fuck,” Yuji whimpers. Fingers pressing deep into the flesh of your hips. His mouth falls agape as each sound rumbles off his tongue in a heated mess of whimpers and moans.

“H-holy fuck,” the heating pleasure quickly overwhelms him as it settles into a miraculous tempo. The sensation of his dick plunging into your sweet cunt as Megumi thrusts deep inside of him. Pulling roughly at those tight muscles, clenching like a vice. His mind goes foggy, everything feeling all tingly with every thrust of Megumi’s hips and every tight breach into your creamy hole.

“Yuji it’s okay…” Megumi’s deep steady voice whispers into his ear.

“Feels so good. I-I can’t…oh feel so good,” he babbles. Hips picking up speed, chasing the sensation of his cock dragging against your walls to feel you clench around him, squeezing his cock.

“So much for him,” you smile, dragging your nails down his front soothingly, twitching at the drive of his hips plunging straight into your wet sopping heat.

That adorable wonky smile spreads across his face, looking so lovingly down at you.

“Ba-baby oh shit-“

“Feels good?”

“Real-really good,” he moans, a shaky chuckle escaping out of him, “Oh fuck—I’m not gonna-“

“You gonna cum?”

His head dips, falling as the pleasure coils tight all over his body. Like a tsunami wave, rushing onto shore ready to sweep him over. Megumi thrusts in harder, feeling Yuji starting to tremble and twitch against him. Trying to fuck him deeper into your cunt, grabbing your ankles and pulling you forward into both of them.

You squeal, “Oh!—“ your eyes bulge wide, Yuji lurches forward, rutting into you. His pelvis clapping down onto yours, “Fuck!” He yells.

“Gumi—shit-oh…” your eyes roll back, that tingly sensation crawling all through your body. Yuji is so impossibly deep inside your cunt as Megumi fucks him into you.

You gasp, grabbing onto Yuji’s shoulders and sinking your nails into his back.

You clamp around Yuji, feeling the pleasure rush to you as he ruts right against that sweet spot in the back of your pussy. You look up, making eye contact with Megumi through low-lidded eyes, watching the way he pushes both of you to ecstasy. He pushes Yuji down, laying his body weight onto you.

You gasp, feeling the pleasure overtake both you and Yuji. Squeezing him tight as he empties inside you. Something blooms deep inside your chest as you watch Yuji’s pleasure take over, being overstimulated in both regions. His face swimming in raw sexual delight with a cloud hovering over his head. Looking so radiant as he gets used. His body shaking as he spills his release in white ropes, slipping out of you and leaking down your thighs.

“Shit, you cum in her?” Megumi reaches over, and slips two fingers through your folds, spreading Yuji’s cum all over your pussy, checking to see if all that cum is really his.

“C-couldn’t pull out—“ Yuji without a mind of his own follows Megumi. Pressing a thumb to your clit and watching the way his cum glistens on your pearl.

You buck your hips up, both of their hands are all too much and not enough after your orgasm.

“G-guys quit.”

“Mm, no I think it’s your turn to be in between, pretty girl.”

You start to feel the aftershocks fade away, feeling them both move you to the center of the couch. Yuji settles under you like a board, thick and bulky with muscle as Megumi stands over both of you, right between your opened legs.

Your mouth falls open and you falter feeling a rush of anxiety as both men’s cock poke at your holes

“You’ve taken both before,” Megumi prods in that almost annoyed dead voice. Like he’s annoyed with how you’re still shocked that they’re going to fuck you in both of your tight holes.

You mewl and whine at Megumi’s rude tone as Yuji presses a kiss to your cheek. Big ol sweet Yuji whispering, “It’s gonna be okay.”

You hum at the loving press of his lips, and the warmth that seeps into your back and in his hands as they spread open your legs.

“Just look at Megumi or me,” his hand trails up to stroke your tummy, letting you relax into him, before they both plug up those leaking holes.

You sigh and lean your head back into the crook of his neck, “Gonna fuck your pretty ass while Megumi fucks your pussy okay?”

You nod, your holes instantly opening up to let them in, letting a fresh wind of air blow onto them.

They both smile, so happy to have such a perfect girlfriend they both can sink their cocks into, and be able to take them so well, “Love you so much. So good for us,” Yuji beams at you, smiling that big happy, gummy smile that never fails to make your heart squeeze. Like a big happy puppy as you give him a ball to play with but instead it’s your asshole.

Megumi is quiet as he helps Yuji lube up, running his hands thoroughly over his dick with the slippery lube, getting his hands all covered in the slimy gloss. Yuji groans, biting down on his lower lip as Megumi’s big hand strokes him, so he can slip inside that tight ass.

They both hold your legs open as Yuji pushes into your ass, pushing through that barrier of tight muscle and sinking each thick inch into you.

You squeak and pule, crying out as he intrudes your hole.

“Y-Yuji, oh fuck!”

Megumi holds your waist, easing you into Yuji’s cock as he watches each twist and turn of your face in pain and pleasure.

“God—so tight,” Yuji grunts with a strained voice, teeth grinding together as he finally gets his big cock nestled into your pillowy taunt walls.

He pushes your hair back and holds you down Megumi’s long pale cock slides against your slit, collecting all of Yuji’s velvety cum, and using it to slip inside your sopping, leaky hole.

“Mngh! Ah,” he fills your pussy, long and prodding at your sweet spot as Yuji stays seated in your ass. The fullness makes your brain go numb, stifling the little bug of your conscience. Buzzing with dizzying ecstasy.

“Mmmm,” you whine, lying paralyzed against Yuji’s chest with your thighs trembling. The beat of your heart pulsing against your chest.

“You ready, pretty girl?”

“Mhm!” You squeak as they both start to move. Yuji thrusting up into your ass with the tilt of his hips, and Megumi fucking your sloppy pussy with wet sucking laps.

Thwop thwop thwowp bounces off the walls, so loud it tunes out any coherent thought to take form in your pretty fucked out head. One sliding in and the other sliding out, never giving you a slight moment's chance to feel a state of calm before you’re filled again. Again and again, constantly filling one hole or the other. It’s all so much.

Loud moans tumble out of your lips, protruding loudly, and echoing through the living room. Your body is unable to catch up with the absolute rush of pleasure that invades your body like a tidal wave. Your breathing halting and gasping, your eyes wide and tearing up, your blood pumping, your heart racing. And your poor cunt gushing out creamy slick, coating Megumi’s cock and pelvis. It drips down your crack and leaks onto Yuji’s cock, making a slippery syrupy mess of cream.

Megumi watches as both his and Yuji’s cocks go in and out of you. Like a hypnotic illusion you can’t take your eyes away from.

His gaze flickers up to your face, sweat dripping down your temples. Your mouth wide and gaping, hearing every one of those pretty moans reverberating into his ears. So fucking beautiful. He will never say it, but he loves the way he and Yuji can get you like this. Filling you so full as they watch how much you can take before you explode.

Your head lies leaned back in the crook of Yuji’s neck. His neck flexes as each muscle pulls taut. His expression is drawn tight with furrowed brows and grinding teeth. Sweat dripping down his forehead and body as he works extra to thrust into that impossibly tight hole.

This sight of both of you under him makes the blood rush to Megumi’s head.

“Kiss Yuji,” Megumi breathes, breathy and gaunt as he watches Yuji pull your jaw to the side and kiss you, muffling your screaming moans. Your lips suck on each other, tongues darting out to chase the taste of each other’s mouths.

He pummels into your cunt, reaching for that G-spot with his sticky tip. Your lips detach from Yuji and you gasp, eyes wide. Almost fearful.

“Ahh-ohhh! You cry out, voice cracking. Legs kicking as that inducing pleasure crawls up your spine. Too fast, too much.

“Shhh it’s okay,” Yuji soothes, holding your legs firm in his arms so you don’t kick one of them.

“You gonna cum?”

You can only scream, and cry. Big fat tears welling up in your eyes as you take in big gasping breaths.

“Ooh fushiguro she’s gonna cum.”

Megumi grunts, his hair skewed across his forehead as he bites down on his lip. Getting so lost in the heat of pleasure.

“Fuck—“ he grunts, feeling the slide of Yuji’s dick glide along his, “ahhh…” his eyes roll back, then looking back down at you, seeing how blissed you are. How good he and Yuji are fucking their precious girlfriend.

“Love fucking our favorite girl.”

Your chest tightens, light flashing back into your brain from Megumi’s calm deep voice. Their girl.

Your cunt clenches around Megumi, pulling in a tight groan as he pulls out as if he’s been burned. Spilling his cum all over your stomach and pussy.

You cum with a piercing wail as Yuji fucks deep into your tight ass, making you clench around absolutely nothing. Your legs twitch and kick as your back arches. Trying to pull away and escape from the overwhelming pleasure as it takes over.

A loud ringing in your ears, lines blurring, dots of color appearing in your vision. Yuji pops out of your hole, resting flushed and red against your sloppy, puffy cunt.

Big muscles hold you down as you ride out your high. Letting your body wear off all those twitching aftershocks.

Both pairs of eyes trail over your trembling body, muscles shuddering and cunt pulsing. Yuji kisses your cheek as Megumi’s hand slides up and down your torso, both breathing heavy from their own extensive orgasm.

All three of you are an exhausted, sweaty mess. Letting the heat of the rumbling passion dwell down into a quiet steadiness until anyone speaks.

You continue to shudder against Yuji with tiny whimpers and huffs, and an occasional twitch of your leg.

Yuji lets your legs fall closed and slides his arms up around you as Megumi sits down next to you guys.

They both lean over, kissing your hair and then each other in loving, reassuring warmth. Their hands splayed over you as they both hold you. Yuji kisses you, humming into your mouth. Then Megumi kisses you in a small peck, less affectionate than Yuji, but still with as much love as the big sunshine boy.

They both smile. Megumi stroking your hair, and Yuji stroking your back and torso, trying to get those aftershocks to fade away.

A fuzzy warmth settles deep inside your chest, feeling inseparable and insatiable.

They both press into you, forming a cocoon around your body. Like two shields of warmth and safety. Their breath is sweet and soft, ticking into your brain and weaving through cords, “You’re our favorite girl.”

[payakanspirit]

♯ best friend!megumi who loves the taste of your sweet cunt, especially when he knows he could treat you sooo much better than your pathetic excuse for a boyfriend. and who are you to resist an offer like that from your needy sweet best friend? twt link

the air in megumi’s dorm room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the only light coming from a dim desk lamp that cast long, flickering shadows across the walls. for nearly an hour, megumi had been buried between your thighs, his face pressed firmly against your soaking wet heat. he was obsessed, completely consumed by the taste of you, a flavor he craved far more than he ever let on when you were just "best friends”.

you, on the other hand, were a shaking, whiny mess beneath him. your hips ever so often arched high off the bed at the overstimulation, your breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches. one of your hands clutched the dark blue bedsheets beneath you, while the other disappeared into his dark hair, fingers tangled in the soft, spiky strands. beneath the firm press of his palm against your chest, your heartbeat pounded wildly, each frantic beat impossible for either of you to ignore.

"g— gumi— you’re so mean— i can't.. nnggh! g— give me a break!" you wailed, your voice cracking. you were already sensitive, your nerves fried from the relentless attention he’d paid to your cunt for the last forty five minutes.

did megumi hear your pathetic whining? yeah. did he listen, though? nope. he continued flicking his tongue rapidly against your nub, sucking the swollen flesh into his mouth with a wet, slurping sound. as he worked, he began to hum, a low, vibrating rumble deep in his throat that echoed directly into your cunt. the sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core, making your toes curl violently and your thighs tremble.

“megumi!—” you cried out.

he lifted his head just enough to eye your expression. he watched your face, the way your eyes were rolled back, your lips parted in a silent scream, and the sheer desperation written across your features. a small, smug smirk touched his lips before he fluttered his eyes shut once more, his lips pursing tightly against your cunt, creating a vacuum-like suction that pulled your clit deep into his mouth.

“you can handle it,” he muttered.

"nnngh!— oh god, gumi!" you sobbed, your voice high and needy.

he ignored your whimpers, continuing to swirl and lap at your juices. he loved how you sounded. the way you whined and begged, the way you fell apart under his touch. he knew exactly how to push you over the edge. he bet your boyfriend couldn’t break you like he could.

as the tension peaked, you let out a loud, strangled cry, your back arching off the mattress. you walls clamped down hard on his face as you erupted, a spray of fluid squirting directly onto his cheeks and chin. you shuddered, your body racking with the force of the orgasm, your fingers tightening in his hair.

as the waves slowly subsided, you gasped for air, your voice a whiny whisper. you gave his hair a firm tug, pulling his face away from your dripping cunt. "hey— gumi! g— give your mouth a break! cmooon," you whined, your chest heaving.

megumi pulled back slowly, a string of saliva connecting his lip to your pussy. he didn't look tired at all, despite it being 1:47 in the morning. okay. maybe he was tired. but for your pussy? nah. he looked at your swollen, glistening folds and then looked you in the eyes, pressing a gentle peck on your clit.

“what? don’t tell me you’re tired already.”

without wasting time, he gathered a thick glob of saliva in his mouth and spat directly onto your clit, the warm wetness sliding over your sensitive skin.

"i’m not done yet," he murmured.

you let out a soft, indignant whine, your legs falling open wider despite your words. "you’re evil. you've been down there for almost an hour.."

megumi scoffed. he leaned back in, his breath hot against your wet skin. "can’t blame a guy for wanting to eat some good pussy," he paused, his tongue darting out to lick away the spit he'd just landed on you, "does he even know how to make you sound like this? or do you have to pretend to enjoy it when he's inside you?"

you let out a pathetic, high-pitched whimper at the feeling of his warm tongue against your overstimulated cunt, your head tossing back against the pillow. "megumi.. stop.. don't say that!”

"why, baby? does it make you feel guilty?" he shifted upward, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of your swollen folds, tasting the cocktail of your arousal and the remnants of your orgasm. "or does it just make you realize how mid he is compared to me?"

he looked up at you again, his eyes scanning your flushed face, savoring the conflict and the lust warring in your expression. he loved the power he had over you in this moment. the fact that while you belonged to someone else, your body was reacting only to him.

"you’re a little slut for your best friend, aren't you?"

“gumiiii—“

“tell me you want me to fuck you dumb until you forget his stupid fucking name."

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[artemisfaraway]

I need more polyamorous fanfics with yuji and Megumi 🙂‍↔️

[secretsat0ru]

texts with ur bfs yuji and megumi

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since the satosugu one did so well 😽

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[lacquerheadd]

show me your teeth

[luvabug]

NEED THAT

[polaroidsex]

𓍼ོ true form!sukuna who lets you ride his stomach mouth.

you straddle sukuna’s broad torso, thighs already shaking as you hover over the jagged mouth splitting across his abdomen. his four eyes gleam with cruel hunger, watching every twitch of your body.

the stomach mouth opens slowly, hot breath fanning over your dripping folds before a thick, ridged tongue drags out, tasting you like he owns every inch.

“go on,” he growls, voice dripping with mockery. “ride it properly. show me how badly that greedy little cunt needs me.”

you sink down with a broken whimper as the tongue pushes inside you, thick and relentless, stretching you open while the mouth’s lips seal tight around your clit. the suction is immediate and vicious, pulling at the sensitive bundle of nerves as the tongue curls deep, fucking into you with wet, obscene sounds. your hands brace on his chest, hips rolling desperately as pleasure slams through you.

it does not take long before your walls clenching hard around the invading muscle.

sukuna laughs, low and dark, the vibration making the tongue thrash even harder inside you. when you try to lift up cause it’s becoming too much, oversensitive and twitching, his massive hand snaps around your wrist like a vice.

sukuna yanks you back down forcefully, slamming your hips flush against his stomach so the mouth devours you completely again.

“where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he snarls, eyes narrowing. “you started this. now you finish it. keep riding.”

the tongue does not give you any mercy.

it pounds into you faster, twisting and dragging against every spot that makes your vision blur. the lips suck harder on your clit, relentless and wet, forcing another orgasm out of you before the first one even fades.

your thighs burn, body jerking wildly as you sob through the overstimulation, but sukuna’s grip on your wrist is iron. every time you try to pull away or rise even an inch, he drags you right back down, grinding you against the mouth.

“look at you,” he taunts, voice rough with satisfaction. “crying and shaking like a pathetic little toy. my stomach is soaked and you still can’t stop grinding on it.”

this is when a brutal wave hits you, your whole body convulsing as you cum, tears streaming down your face.

the overstimulation turns sharp and electric, every lick and thrust bordering on pain but so good you cannot stop moaning. sukuna’s free hand comes up to grip your hip, helping you move, forcing the rhythm faster and deeper.

you lose count of how many times you tired to get yourself off of him. your voice grows hoarse, legs trembling uncontrollably, slick pulling and sliding down onto his stomach as the mouth laps it all up greedily.

“kuna…” when you go limp, too exhausted to keep moving, sukuna simply uses his strength to bounce you on the tongue himself, wrist still locked in his hold so you cannot escape.

“that’s right. keep cumming for me,” he commands, another dark laugh rumbling through him. “this mouth is not done with you yet. you’ve pissed me off today, no stopping until you’re a sobbing, broken mess who forgets every thought except how full you feel.”

he keeps you there for what feels like hours, the tongue never slowing, the suction never easing, until your mind blanks out completely and all you can do is tremble and take it, trapped on top of him by his unyielding grip.

[risk-repeater]

this job market is a fucking nightmare

[akilumi]

Sokka with a curvy/plus sized female reader is EATING at my brain.

I know he would love every inch of you, definitely. He wouldn't judge or even say anything wrong.

Why? Where he come comes from the south pole, isn't it an place where warmth is a need? Where they need to have some fats to survive through the cold each year?

Every days he sees you? He basically sees that you're healthy, beautiful, and has eaten well enough to have warmth to survive through cold weather.

And that's why he loves to see you glowing in your body. Reassuring you that you're beautiful, and perfect. Because you are.

Sokka would love his significant lover regardless of size and height. All he cares. Is that you're healthy enough, and if you move with him to the south, then he would definitely urge you to try and keep a diet that is high in healthy fats and proteins, since it's very cold. And you could burn a lots of calories trying to stay warm.

Anyways. I'm ranting too much. But just saying.

[ruya4four]

the avatar's girl ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ aang x reader

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ synopsis: ember island always holds surprises, and this time it's no different when aang surprises you with how jealous he can get.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ content warningsﾉtags: very suggestive, fem!reader, jealous!aang, established relationship, bickering, possessiveness, ass grabbing, neck biting, hickeys, light hair pulling, marking, overstimulating, lowercase intended, not proofread

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ author's note: i think aang is my new muse lmao!! i'm still learning how to write him, as i'm not confident with how i characterize him. but i love him so much, and he's my absolute favorite to write! <33

the sun over ember island was relentless, but for once, it didn’t feel like a burden. 

it was a burning, golden heat that soaked through aang’s skin and settled deep into his bones, melting away the tight knots of tension that had lived in his shoulders for months. back in republic city, every breath he took felt like it belonged to a hundred different people—council members, builders, acolytes who bowed too low and looked at him like he was a statue instead of a person. here, the only thing he owed anyone was a decent pass in beach volleyball.

he stood on the sand, toes digging into the warm, white grains, and let out a long, slow exhale. it was strange to be an adult and still feel that same giddy buzz in his chest he’d had as a kid. the war was a lifetime ago, a heavy shadow that had finally receded into the background of history, leaving him with this: a quiet afternoon, the smell of salt spray, and the sound of his friends laughing. he didn't have to be the bridge between worlds today. he was just a guy on vacation with the people he loved.

the ocean air was crisp, carrying the distant scent of charcoal and roasting sea-prunes from a nearby vendor. aang watched appa lounging in the shallow surf, the massive sky bison letting out a low, rumbling groan of contentment as the waves lapped against his fur. it was perfect. his mind, usually a cluttered mess of treaties and air nomad restoration plans, felt completely still. he felt lighter than he had in years, as if the gravity of the world had finally decided to give him a break.

"zuko, check this out!" aang shouted, breaking his own peaceful silence. he shifted his weight, his feet carving arcs in the sand as he moved through a firebending form he’d been practicing. it was a dragon dance variation, fluid and bright. he punched the air, sending two spiraling ribbons of flame into the sky that twisted together like braids before dissipating into orange sparks.

zuko was sitting on a nearby rock, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression fixed in that familiar, stony scowl that had barely changed since they were sixteen. he didn't even blink as the fire scorched the air inches from his line of sight. "your footwork is sloppy," zuko muttered, his voice dry and bored. "you're overextending your lead hand. you’re showing off, not bending."

aang puffed out his cheeks, his brows drawing together in a mock pout. "i’m not showing off, i'm expressing my joy through the medium of combustion! plus, that spiral was perfectly symmetrical. admit it, you’re impressed."

"i'm moderately annoyed," zuko corrected, though the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. he adjusted his position, his eyes drifting away from aang's fire and toward the spot where you were lying out on a towel.

you were a few yards away, eyes closed, soaking up the afternoon rays. the sun turned your skin into something glowing and warm, and you looked so peaceful that aang felt a fresh wave of affection hit him. he started to turn back to his forms, wanting to try a more complex kick, but he noticed zuko’s eyes narrow. his brow furrowed, a sharp crease forming between his eyes as he stared past aang.

aang tilted his head, following zuko’s gaze. two guys had approached your towel. they were typical ember island types—broad shoulders, deep tans, and expensive-looking silk trunks. they were standing over you, blocking your sun, and you were sitting up now, blinking against the brightness. your expression was one of mild confusion, your head tilted as they spoke to you.

"hey there," one of the guys said, his voice carrying easily over the sound of the waves. he had a wide, confident smirk that looked like it had been practiced in a mirror. "don't think we've seen you around this part of the beach before. you from the city?"

you smiled, that polite, friendly smile you gave to everyone. "just visiting for the week," you told them, rubbing the back of your neck. "the water's great today, isn't it?"

the second guy leaned in, his eyes scanning you in a way that made aang’s stomach do a weird, uncomfortable flip. "the water's fine, but the view up here is way better," he drawled, his voice dripping with an obvious, oily charm. "that's a great bikini, by the way. color really suits you."

you laughed, a small, genuine sound, and thanked them. you started chatting with them about the local shops, oblivious to the way they were looming over you, their intentions written in every hungry look they exchanged. to you, they were just locals being nice. to aang, they were two guys who were very clearly trying to take something that wasn't theirs to take.

aang felt a prickle of heat beneath his skin that had nothing to do with the sun. he turned back to zuko, his eyes wide and frantic. "zuko, what are they doing? they're talking to her. they’re—they’re doing the thing, aren't they? the flirting thing?"

zuko let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. "yes, aang. they are very obviously hitting on your girlfriend. it’s not exactly subtle."

"well, what do i do?" aang hissed, his hands flying up to grip his own head. "do i go over there? do i blow them away with a gust of air? no, that’s too aggressive. do i just... walk by and casually mention that i'm the avatar? no, that's arrogant. help me out here, you're the one who grew up in the fire nation! what’s the ember island protocol for this?"

zuko looked at him like he was a particularly dim-witted turtle-duck. "just go over there and be a person, aang. stand next to her. remind her you exist. it’s not a military maneuver."

"i can't just 'be a person'!" aang whispered-shouted, his face flushing a bright, embarrassed pink. "it’s weird! if i go over there now, i'll look like i'm hovering. i don't want to be a hovery boyfriend. but look at them! the tall one just touched her arm! he’s touching her, zuko!"

"then go stop him," zuko snapped, though he made no move to get up himself. "or don't. but quit vibrating. you’re making the sand jump."

"you're useless at advice," aang grumbled, his heart hammering against his ribs as he watched you laugh at another one of their jokes. "honestly, how did you ever get mai to date you? did you just scowl at her until she gave in?"

zuko’s eyes flashed with annoyance. "we are not talking about me. we are talking about you and your complete lack of social backbone. either go claim your territory or shut up and let me tan in peace."

aang opened his mouth to retort, his face flushing a deeper shade of scarlet that matched the trim of his air nomad robes, but he was cut off by a heavy arm dropping over his shoulders. sokka stood there, looking far too smug for his own good, with his other arm slung casually around suki’s waist. he was holding a half-eaten skewer of grilled squid, gesturing with it toward the two guys hovering over your towel.

"i hate to say it, buddy, but the fire lord is right," sokka said, taking a loud, aggressive bite of his snack. "you’re letting those guys move in on your perimeter. they’re basically planting their flag on your beachhead while you’re over here playing with matches. it’s embarrassing for the whole team, really."

zuko rolled his eyes so hard he practically groaned, leaning back against his rock. suki, however, leaned forward, giving aang a look that was less judgmental and more filled with genuine pity. she saw the way his fingers were twitching, the way his gray eyes kept darting back to you as you laughed at something the blonde guy said.

"ignore him, aang," suki said softly, reaching out to pat his arm. "you don't need to be aggressive. but you should probably go over there and just remind them who you are to her. be confident. you’ve faced much worse. two guys in silk shorts shouldn't make you sweat this much."

aang huffed, kicking at a mound of sand. "i know! i don't know why i'm so jumpy. people flirt with me all the time, and usually, i just laugh it off. it’s just... they’re so close to her. and they’re looking at them like they’re a prize or a trophy."

the feeling in his chest was a strange, hot pressure. he was used to being the center of attention, used to being the avatar, but seeing you being targeted by that specific kind of predatory charm made his air feel thin. he wasn't a mean person—the monks had taught him about detachment and peace—but those lessons felt miles away whenever someone else’s eyes stayed on you for too long. he felt less like a master of four elements and more like a nervous kid who didn't want to lose his favorite person.

finally, aang took a breath, puffing out his chest and trying to channel some of that earthbending stubbornness toph was always yelling at him about. he started walking, his feet heavy in the sand, moving with a purpose that felt forced and natural all at once. as he got closer, his enhanced hearing picked up the blonde guy’s voice.

"look, there's this bonfire tonight at the cove," the guy was saying, leaning down further so he was practically in your personal space. "lots of music, lots of drinks. you’d be the star of the night. why don't you let us pick you up around eight?"

aang didn't wait for your answer. he moved with a sudden burst of speed, his hand reaching out to grab your arm and gently, but firmly, pulling you up from the towel. you let out a little gasp of surprise, stumbling against him, and his other hand immediately dropped down, landing squarely and heavily on your ass. his fingers curled slightly, a possessive grip that sent a shock through your system.

"hey there!" aang chirped, his voice bright and airy, though his eyes were sharp as flint. he turned a beaming, thousand-watt smile toward the two guys, who both straightened up, looking startled by his sudden appearance. "sorry to interrupt! i hope my girlfriend hasn't been boring you with stories about the city."

before you could even get a word out—before you could ask why his hand was currently squeezing your backside in broad daylight—aang leaned in. his hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs pressing into your cheeks, and he pulled you into a kiss that was anything but his usual sweet, chaste affection.

it was long. it was dramatic. it was an ownership statement written in the language of breath and heat. he tasted of the salt air and the lingering warmth of the sun, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips with a hunger that made your toes curl into the sand. he tilted your head back, exposing the line of your throat to the two strangers, making sure they saw exactly how you melted into him. his heart was hammering against your chest, a frantic thud that betrayed his nerves even as he dominated the space. your brain felt like it was short-circuiting, your hands coming up to clutch at his bare chest for balance as the world narrowed down to the feeling of his mouth on yours.

when he finally broke apart, he didn't let go of you. he kept you tucked into his side, his hand returning to its firm grip on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin. you were dazed, your lips swollen and your eyes wide with confusion. "aang, what—"

"a party?" aang cut you off, looking back at the two guys who were now looking a bit less confident. "that sounds like a blast! my friends and i were just looking for something to do tonight. we can all go together, right? the more the merrier!"

he forced his smile to stay wide, but he was glaring at them over his cheeks, his eyes narrowed into slits of gray ice. the tall guy cleared his throat, shifting his weight. "uh, yeah. sure. everyone's welcome. we’ll... see you there, i guess."

"great! can't wait!" aang said, his voice dripping with a cheerfulness that felt like a threat.

the guys took the hint, mumbles of "see ya" following them as they quickly made their exit. the moment they were out of earshot, aang’s smile dropped. he didn't even look at you; he just grabbed your wrist and started dragging you toward the path that wound up toward zuko’s massive beach house.

"aang! stop! what is wrong with you?" you protested, digging your heels into the sand to try and slow him down. "and what was that back there? you were being so weird!"

"i wasn't being weird," he snapped, his voice low with a tension you’d rarely heard from him. he didn't slow down, leading you toward the house. "i was being thorough. they didn't get the hint, so i had to give it to them."

"thorough? you practically marked me!" you shouted as you reached the stairs of the house. you wrenched your arm away, standing your ground on the porch. "those guys were just being friendly, aang. they were inviting me to a party. there was no reason to go all... intense on them. it was embarrassing!"

aang spun around, his face flushed and his eyes blazing. the air around him began to swirl in sympathetic agitation, a small dust devil forming at his feet. "friendly? you think that was friendly? they were looking at you like you were a piece of meat! they were flirting with you right in front of me! and you were just smiling and laughing along like you didn't even care!"

"i didn't notice they were flirting!" you yelled back, stepping into his space. "i thought they were being nice! and even if they were, so what? don't you trust me?"

"of course i trust you!" aang cried, his voice cracking slightly with the sheer weight of his emotion. he dragged you through the front door and slammed it shut, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. "i don't trust them! i don't trust the way they looked at you. i don't trust the way they thought they could just walk up and take your attention away from me. you're mine. you’re with me."

the bickering continued as he pushed you toward the stairs. he was pacing back and forth in the hallway, his hands flying through the air as he ranted about the "disrespect" and the "audacity" of the locals. he looked so young when he was angry, his eyes wide and wild, but the power behind his voice was all man.

"you have no idea how it feels," he hissed, not meaning to pin you against the wall near the top of the staircase. he wasn't trying to be scary, he just looked desperate. he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "to have the whole world always wanting a piece of me, and then to finally have one thing that’s just for me... and then see some random guys try to touch it? no. absolutely not. i won't let them."

you tried to speak, but he silenced you by resting his forehead against yours. he was shaking, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts. his hand reached out, his fingers tangling in your hair, holding you in place not with force, but with a need so deep it felt spiritual.

"you’re the avatar’s girl," he whispered, his voice thick with a raw possessiveness that sounded more like a plea than a command. "and you better not forget it. i'm not sharing you with anyone. not today, not at some party, and not ever. i can't, i just can't."

without another word, he gripped your waist and practically hauled you toward the master bedroom, the door clicking shut behind you as he pulled you into his space. the sound of the latch was a final, heavy punctuation mark on the argument outside. aang didn't let go of you for even a second; he moved with that fluid, airbender agility that always made it feel like he was gliding, even when his footsteps were heavy with frustration.

you almost fell flat on your back as aang gently but firmly pushed you toward the center of the bed. you hit the soft mattress with a small bounce, your breath leaving you in a surprised puff. the yellow silk sheets felt cool against your sun-warmed skin, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating off of him.

"aang, stop!" you squealed, half-laughing and half-breathless as you tried to sit up. "we’re going to get sand everywhere! zuko will kill us if he has to hire someone to deep-clean the upholstery because we were too impatient."

aang didn't even pause. he hovered over you, his knees sinking into the mattress on either side of your hips, his shadow falling over you like a protective cloak. he dismissed your concern with a flick of his wrist, his eyes never leaving yours. "let him be mad," he muttered, his voice sounding deeper and raspier than usual. "i’ll earthbend it away afterwards. i'll bend every single grain of sand out of this house if i have to. but right now, i don't care about the floor."

he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a quick, bruising kiss that tasted of urgency. it was over before you could even respond, his lips trailing down your jawline with a desperate kind of hunger. he found the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.

you giggled, the vibration of it traveling through your chest as your arms wrapped instinctively around his neck. your fingers tangled in the short, soft hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. "you really shouldn't be so jealous, you know," you whispered, your voice softening as you felt the tension in his shoulders start to bleed into something more primal. "you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, aang. you're my favorite person. those guys don't even exist to me."

aang let out a low, muffled groan against your skin, his lips never leaving your neck. he pouted, a small, stubborn sound escaping his throat that was almost a whine. he was being kinda pathetic, clinging to you like he was afraid you’d evaporate into spirit-smoke if he loosened his grip. he began to suck at the soft skin near your collarbone, a persistent, rhythmic pressure that made your head tilt back.

"i don't like sharing," he murmured, his voice vibrating against your throat. "i have to share my time, my energy, my bending... i have to share everything with the world. i just want to keep one thing for myself. is that so wrong?"

he was being needy, his possessiveness manifesting in the way he kept his weight pressed firmly against you, pinning you to the bed. you felt a sharp, sudden sting of a hickey forming, and you let out a small gasp, your hands moving to his chest to lightly push him back.

"aang! stop, you're giving me marks," you scolded, though there was no real heat in it. "everyone will see! we’re supposed to go to that party later, remember? i can't exactly hide that with my dresses."

aang didn't pull away. instead, he became even more handsy, his touch wandering with a boldness that was usually reserved for the dark of night. one of his hands slid up, his palm cupping your tit through the thin, damp fabric of your bikini top. his thumb brushed against you, a slow movement that made your breath hitch. his other hand was already busy, his fingers hooking into the side of your bikini bottoms, tugging at the string with a focused intent.

he looked up at you then, his gray eyes dclouded with a mixture of lingering jealousy and overwhelming adoration. he watched your reaction, his chest heaving as he worked the fabric down your hips.

"good," aang said, his voice dropping into a gravelly promise that sent a shiver straight to your core. he paused for a second, his gaze sweeping over the marks he’d already left on your skin, his expression turning smug and fiercely satisfied.

he sat back on his heels for a brief moment, his hands moving to the waistband of his beach shorts. he tugged them off with a quick, decisive motion, discarding them somewhere on the sandy floor. he looked back down at you, a slow, complacent grin spreading across his face—the look of a man who had finally claimed his territory and had no intention of letting it go.

 "then everyone at the party will know you're my girl. they can look all they want, but they'll know exactly who you're coming home with."

i wanna write a part 2 of this ughgerguiersgheuarg

[lonelyfooryouonly]

like animals.ᐟ gaang x reader

summary: the gaang admit they want you and decide to show you exactly how much.

warnings: sub!reader, fem!reader, orgy dynamics, multiple partners, oral sex, handjobs, throat fucking implied, oral receiving, praise kink, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, temperature play, ice play, sensory overload, rough kissing, gagging, degradation themes, punishment but no reward, consensual dominance, breast play, nipple stimulation, clit stimulation, messy kissing, cum play, sexual tension, power dynamics, smut, MDNI;

wc: 2,5k

a/n: katara being both a top and the mastermind behind this was inevitable actually. thank you to my 💠 anon for suggesting this.

It started as a joke.

As a funny question about who was having crushes on who.

One thing led to another, and they all somehow told you it was you.

That was when silence fell over the entire room.

During your time together with the gaang, there had been awkward moments and silence before, yet nothing too out of the ordinary. But this one? It was different. More suffocating. More… intimate. You could feel the gazes on you now, watching you with focus and unreadable expressions.

Your heartbeat started increasing, your palms turning sweaty as your mind scrambled for something to say. You didn’t know what to do or where to go from this.

Of course, the attraction was both ways.

From the moment you met them and started spending time together, you felt it growing stronger with every passing day. But you never dared to say or do anything about it, too scared it would ruin the vibe between all of you.

The close relationships you had built with each of them mattered too much. You couldn’t throw everything away.

“We didn’t want you to feel weirded out, you know?” Katara finally broke the silence as she scooted closer, until her chest pressed against your arm.

“Oh, no, I would never—”

Your breath caught in your throat the moment her hand landed on your thigh.

“Is that okay?” Katara asked softly, fingers resting there carefully.

You could barely answer her.

You nodded quietly instead.

“I want to hear you talk,” she pushed gently, her hand slowly sliding higher up your thigh.

“It’s okay,” you breathed out shakily.

“You’re blushing like crazy,” Sokka snickered as he leaned back on his palms, eyes never leaving your form.

You threw him a glare, but the second your eyes locked with his, you couldn’t hold it for long.

Yeah.

For the first time, you actually felt intimidated by Sokka.

“Are you too hot right now?” Katara spoke again, making you look back at her. “You’re burning up,” she continued while your breathing turned more uneven with every second. “Should I help you?”

She offered it so casually, like she wasn’t making your entire body heat up with just a few touches.

You would’ve liked not to answer so fast. But you did.

She barely even managed to finish speaking before a nervous “yes” left your lips.

Toph and Sokka immediately giggled while Zuko and Aang sent you sympathetic looks, though neither of them looked much calmer themselves.

“Come here, then. Lay your back against my chest,” Katara instructed gently, though there was still firmness hidden beneath her soft tone.

You nodded quickly and shifted towards her, settling between her legs until your back rested against her chest comfortably.

“Tell me if it’s too much, alright?” she whispered near your ear.

Then you felt her hands slide downwards until they rested over your breasts beneath the dark green robe you were wearing.

Your breath hitched.

Katara hooked her fingers into the fabric and slowly dragged the material aside, exposing your bare breasts to the entire room. Cool air brushed against your skin immediately, making your nipples harden from the sudden loss of warmth.

Sokka whistled at the sight before Zuko nudged him hard in the side.

Aang stayed quiet, but his eyes were completely focused on your chest now.

“Nothing underneath?” Katara questioned with a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

“I— you all appeared out of nowhere— I didn’t have time—” you tried to explain quickly.

“She’s lying,” Toph interrupted with a grin.

Your face burned hotter as you looked down at your lap.

Katara raised a brow at you expectantly.

You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes, avoiding their eyes.

“I wore nothing on purpose,” you finally admitted on a quiet tone.

A moan instantly slipped from your lips when Katara’s hands squeezed your breasts, kneading the soft skin slowly.

“Oh,” she whispered against your ear. “Then maybe we’ll have to punish you for lying and for the other times you did things on purpose.”

Her fingers squeezed your nipples harder.

Then suddenly, you felt something freezing against your skin.

You jolted.

Looking down, you realized the tips of Katara’s fingers had turned icy cold, frost slowly forming against your heated skin. The sharp contrast made your entire body squirm in her lap.

She kept rubbing your nipples between her fingers, making shaky cries leave your throat from both the sting and pleasure of it.

“Mhm— ah!”

Your head fell back against her shoulder.

“Need some warmth?” she teased softly.

Before you could answer, you heard heavy footsteps approaching.

You lifted your head slightly and saw Zuko walking towards you before lowering himself onto his knees between your legs.

His large hands rested carefully against your knees first before slowly sliding upwards over your skin.

“That okay?” he asked quietly, eyes fixed on yours while waiting patiently for your answer.

You nodded automatically.

Katara immediately pressed colder fingers against your nipple in punishment for your non-verbal reply, making you jolt with a whimper.

“Yes! Yes, it’s okay— I’m sorry,” you gasped out quickly.

Zuko’s lips curled into a small teasing smirk before he slowly pushed aisde the material of your robes, completely revealing your legs along with your undergarments.

Then his palm slowly went between youe legs, pressing directly against your clothed core.

Your hips jerked forward instinctively at the warmth of his hand against your sensitive heat.

Katara’s lips brushed against your ear at the same time, making another shiver run through your body.

You had Katara’s cold hands on your breasts and Zuko’s warmth pressing down on you through the material, the contrast making your head spin.

You were so lost in the moment that you didn’t even notice Aang and Sokka stepping closer until they settled beside you on either side.

“Gonna help us out a little too, right?” Sokka asked with a grin.

“If you want to, of course,” Aang added with a soft voice, offering a nervous smile.

How could you even refuse them?

“I’d love—mhm— love to,” you say, a lot breathier than intended.

Sokka’s grin widened after hearing your reply. He then took your hand that rested on Katara’s leg, while Aang carefully lifted your other hand, fumbling slightly with his trousers.

Normally, you probably would’ve giggled at how awkward he looked for a second. But Zuko and Katara already had you dizzy from the overwhelming contrast of hot and cold sensations moving through your body.

You let both boys guide your hands where they wanted them, your eyes slightly widening when you saw them pulling out their half-hardened cocks.

Sokka was bigger than you expected, not overly thick but long enough to make your throat tighten. Aang was thicker, with more prominent veins running along his length, making you wonder how would it feel inside you.

Both of them were already leaking precum, feeling their wettnes the moment your fingers wrapped around them. Quiet hisses and groans filled the room as you started moving your hands slowly, thumbs spreading the slick fluid over their tips before stroking up and down carefully.

Sokka’s hand quickly caught your wrist, encouraging you to pump him faster, while Aang seemed to enjoy slower movements more.

So you tried your best to give both of them what they wanted.

But it was hard to stay focused.

Katara was still kneading your breasts like they belonged to her, earning soft whimpers from you every few seconds before icy jolts shot through your body whenever her cold fingertips brushed over your sensitive nipples too harshly.

At the same time, Zuko’s palm kept rubbing over your clothed core, thumb brushing your clit, pressing down and spreading his warmth all over, making your hips twitch forward helplessly.

When he finally stopped moving and pulled his hand away, you almost whimpered at the loss. But then your gaze dropped towards Toph, who was crawling towards you with a grin spread across her face.

“What—”

“Shh,” Katara cooed softly into your ear, her warm breath brushing your skin and making your heart race even faster. “It’s okay.”

Toph reached you and immediately pushed your legs apart wider while Zuko’s hand suddenly caught your chin, forcing your attention back onto him instead.

You blinked in confusion at first, only for your breath to catch when you realized he was freeing his cock too.

Slowly, carefully, he guided the tip against your parted lips.

“Just a little?” he asked, voice low as the tip brushed against your lower lip.

“Yes,” you breathed out quickly before Katara could punish you again for staying quiet.

That was all Zuko needed.

He pushed into your mouth too fast at first, making you gag immediately as tears burned at your eyes. He muttered a quick apology under his breath before pulling back slightly to let you breathe. Then he moved again, slower this time, more careful. Though you could still tell he wanted to go faster.

Your watery gaze dropped towards Toph, who was already pulling the rest of your clothes away completely. The second she exposed your cunt, her fingertips slid through your folds curiously before she chuckled softly at how wet you already were.

Your hips instinctively moved towards her touch, the sudden movement making you gag around Zuko again.

Toph only grinned wider at the sounds.

She lowered herself between your legs completely before hooking them over her shoulders.

Then her mouth was on you.

The first slow lick along your folds made your entire body shake. A second later, she sucked harshly at your clit, earning louder muffled cries from your throat around Zuko’s cock.

Katara kept whispering soft praises into your ear while stimulating your nipples relentlessly. They were probably swollen and red by now from how much attention she gave them, but the sting only turned you on more.

Your grip around Sokka and Aang loosened slightly as your focus completely shattered from all the sensations hitting you at once.

Zuko thrusting into your mouth.

Toph licking between your legs like she was starving.

Katara torturing your sensitive chest.

Sokka noticed immediately.

He firmly grabbed your wrist and guided your hand faster along his length, using your grip to help himself chase his release.

Aang stayed gentler instead.

He slowly rocked into your hand while one of his palms moved into your hair, carefully massaging your scalp and trying to comfort you despite how overwhelmed you already looked.

The room slowly filled with sounds.

Your muffled moans.

Sokka’s groans.

Aang’s shaky breaths.

Zuko’s rough grunts.

And the wet slurping noises coming from between your legs every time Toph sucked harder at your clit.

Meanwhile, Katara stayed steady behind you through all of it, paying attention to every reaction your body gave her. Every twitch. Every gasp.

Every tear gathering at your eyes whenever Zuko pushed too deep into your throat or Toph sucked your clit too harshly.

At one point, your eyes fluttered shut completely.

There were too many sensations at once. Too many hands touching you everywhere — your breasts, your waist, your stomach, your thighs.

“I’m close,” Zuko suddenly grunted.

Your eyes opened halfway.

Steam curled faintly from his skin and through his nose, while veins stood out sharply along his neck as his thrusts became rougher and sloppier.

Then, with a sharp breath, he finally pulled out and spilled over his own palm instead.

You inhaled deeply the second your mouth was free, finally able to breathe properly again—

—but the relief barely lasted two seconds.

Katara’s hand grabbed your chin firmly and turned your head towards her before she crashed her lips against yours.

The kiss instantly turned messy.

Teeth clashing. Lips biting.

Saliva slipping down your chin as she kissed you greedily, swallowing every shaky whimper that left your throat. At some point, her hand slid back down between your thighs, fingers pressing directly against your clit while Toph kept licking at your folds below.

Toph hummed against you, tightening her grip around your thighs.

You moaned louder, hips moving faster now until you were practically grinding your pussy against Toph’s face.

Your toes curled hard and a hot feeling started tightening inside your stomach, growing stronger with every touch, every movement, every hand on your body.

Then suddenly, another hand tilted your chin upwards.

Aang.

He lowered himself closer before pulling you into another kiss immediately after Katara let you go. You thought he would be a bit more composed, but with the way his tongue pushed into your mouth desperately… it was far from that.

Your hand still stroked him through the kiss, feeling him twitch harder and harder in your grip. He whimpered against your lips, both hands tangling into your hair as he pulled you closer.

The kiss quickly became sloppy and desperate. Then his whole body tensed suddenly.

You felt hot cum spill over your hand while his movements faltered completely. Small apologies left his lips between kisses, breathless and embarrassed.

You couldn’t help smiling faintly against his mouth.

But before the moment could last, another strong hand wrapped gently around your throat, pulling you away from Aang.

Then Sokka kissed you next.

He no longer needed help to finish as he did the work by himself since you were so lost in the moment.

Your jaw hurt and your lips were completely swollen because of the kissing. You were still trying to focus on reaching that feeling that felt so close.

You let out a moan as you let Sokka’s tongue leave your mouth, while your hips rose up to meet Toph faster. But before you can feel that sweet pressure finally snap, you heard Katara’s voice behindyou.

“Stop,” her voice came out strong and firm, making you shiver.

Toph’s movements slow down as she leans back, while Sokka’s mouth leaves yours.

“But—” you try to complain.

“Where would be the punishment if we let you get what you want?” she smiled at you, but her eyes gave you another message… one that stirred something in you. Something heavy and dark and… curious.

You’ve never thought you’d enjoy feeling so many hands on you, so many mouths, so many bodies… but you did, and you wanted to see how far this will go.

Katara patted your leg to get up, and you tried, but you almost fell due to your wobbly legs, yet Aang moved faster and caught you in his strong arms.

“Easy,” he whispered in your ear, making you look up at him, seeing how fond he was looking at you. He had that kind smile on his face.

Before you can even thank him, you heard Katara’s voice behind you, sending shivers down your spine.

“Now… let’s see how pretty you can bend.”

[kamiflix]

▶︎︎ Cloud 10 (starring . avatar aang)

synopsis . Your boyfriend reaching the avatar state when he’s close. content . afab!reader, improper use of air bending, established relationship, dirty talk, missionary, pet names, he (nervously) talks you through it, praise, implied/slight breeding kink, etc.

author's note: i’d lick the sweat off his bald head if he let me.

You should’ve known something was up when the bedroom’s lanterns began to flicker.

But with the way Aang's hips snapped down against yours in such a relentlessly missionary rhythm—plump cock smothered deep within the juicily squelching walls of your pussy—it was hard to focus on anything else outside of the way he stretched you open.

HIs breaths came in searing pants against your neck, one gripping hand braced beside your head whilst his free one occupied itself with one of your thighs, tugging your leg impossibly higher around his waist just so that he could fuck you at that pinpointingly perfect angle.

"Ohhh, that's ittt, sweet girl. T-Taking me so well," Aang murmured as his eyes locked onto yours with shimmers of honest adoration visible all over them. "Keep squeezing me like that, mmgh. F-Feels good. So good." He thrusted even harder then, his breath flying out of him along with it as the wet slap of skin on skin emulated throughout the room.

His muscles tensed and his balls felt sorely heavy with each time they came plapping down against your sweat-slicked skin. The lanterns began to flicker again, brighter this time around as they cast shadows around the bedroom.

Then he leaned all the way down to smush his soft lips into yours, capturing your breath with in a messy kiss. His tongue came out to slide against yours as his firm body rocked into yours, the bed struggling to remain in place with his every move.

When his mouth left yours, he was dazed. This should've been the second signal for you. Especially as he let out a loud groan and went whispering, "Gonna breed this pretty cunt-," Instantly catching himself after and letting those soft grey eyes of his go all the more doe-like on you, "Shit... can I say that? I-Is that okay? Do you like it when I talk to you like tht?"

His hips picked up in pace, jaw going stiff as the balmy head of his cock smudged all sloppily against your cervix. Aang glanced down to see how he was disappearing into you, gasping at the obscene sight below him and then returning his eyes to yours.

"Tell me, baby. Please, talk to me. Tell me how you want me-, how you need me. I just wanna-, ohfuck—" Mid-sentence, his steady thrusts seem to derail and your cunt soaks around him to leave a sheeny layer of aroused slick all over his dick.

You're sucking him in deeper than he expected you to, and it catches him absolutely off guard. Which you notice rather quickly, batting your fucked-out eyes up at him, "Aang? Are you okay?"

"Yeah-, yes.. You just keep—" He hunches over against you—body going taut and lean muscles constricting against one another. "You keep squeezing me like that."

Begining to like seeing him struggle, "Squeezing like what?" you asked in sync with your walls clenching around the deft base of his cock.

Air puffs right out of him as if he'd been choked and his body shudders with something powerful coursing through him. You only catch it for a split second the first time it happens—a brief flash over both his markings and his eyes as his next array of groaning stammers out of him.

Following this is the flash of something wild in his eyes as they broaden, pupils dialating a fraction. Aang's head tips to the side and the plump crown of his cock slavers itself alllll around your insides, the puffy lips of your cunt left to quiver around him.

"You're so pretty-," Your loving boyfriend chuffs out, unknowingly thrusting into you harder via a burst of controlled air slapping against his backside. "H-Have I told you that? Hm?" He's asking as if he wasn't literally air bending himself into fucking you harder.

Your head just barely manages a nod, tears coating your lash line, "Nngh-, yes, Aang."

"Say it back to me then," Aang encourages. In between his breathy words, a brush of air is felt slithering against your cunt. It was almost as if his ability to seamlessly multitask was showcasing the best of his abilities via stimulating you everywhere. "Tell me how pretty my girl is, yeah?"

The sensation brings a stutter to your speech, "A-Aang, I can’t," you cry out, nails lightly scraping at his back.

He smiles halfway before his thrusting grows erratic and his jaw slacks some, "Oh. You're gushing-, shit."

You feel the way his tip pulsates inside you, his hips struggling to pull himself back for a moment long enough to give his cock a second to breathe—not that he much cared to do so anyway.

"So wet. Wanna see you cum-, wanna feel it." Aang husks, "Can you do that? Cum for me?"

"Mhmm," You nod weakly at first but within the next few seconds, as something begins to rumble distantly, you start to second guess your agreement. Mouth falling agape, “Wait, s’too much-,” you try to warn him.

He’s lost though—lost in the feel of your greedy insides begging his dick to spill enough seed into you to repopulate a nation or two at least. Aang’s unconscious manipulation of air only gets worse too, he goes from using his bending to fuck himself deeper to using it to sprawl your puffy pussy lips ‘n legs apart even wider.

You’re a stretched out mess in mere seconds, gasping his name and crying out in pleasure as your back begins arch. Then he’s chuckling all of a sudden and you swear for a moment he’s not even the same man you knew him to be.

Aang’s head cocks back some and his eyes roll back, “You can take it,” he grunts like he knows his words to be true and no argument could convince him otherwise. “You always do. Mmgh-,” He bites his lip for a second before looking down at you once more. “Can’t you feel that? The air helpin’ me fill you up? It’s-, hah.. It’s a little something I’ve been practicing.”

You pout at first, “Aang, I don’t know if-, mmgnh! Y-Your markings!”

The room illuminates with colors of spiritual blue before he notices what you’re talking about.

“What about them?” Aang asks cluelessly, his voice having changed due to the height of pleasure and energy surging through him.

Sweat drips down his body but it doesn’t even manage to touch you or the bed because he’s bending those droplets just as he was the air—completely losing himself in the feel of you and bending all sorts of shit because of it.

“They’re glowing,” You gasp.

Then his cock buries itself all the way in, every stiff inch clamped by your sappy insides, and his body comes to a sharp stop.

You knew there were… concerns when it came to having sex with your boyfriend who just so happens to be the avatar. But, no one told you he’d enter the avatar state just from cumming too hard!!

It’s while creamy gushes of cum are flooding into your poor cunt that his body is shuddering and he’s literally entering a new state of pleasure. He could hardly manage a word out or even move, the state had taken him over entirely.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little worried for him because of it, but honestly you were a tad bit distracted by how fucking hot it was.

You shouldn’t let this go to your head, really.

But who else can say their pussy sent their boyfriend into the avatar state?

That’s something to brag about!

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additional notes: i might write some more of this tbh, we’ll see.