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A Love Outlawed!

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Pairing: Outlaw/Bad Boy!Geto x Good Girl!Reader

Synopsis: Geto Suguru is a name all in the county know. He’s a gun-singlin’, bad-mouthin’, robbin’ and stealin’, dirty-talkin’, horse-ridin’ outlaw. And you’re in love with every inch of that man. You’ve engaged in casual flirting and fucking for some time before you left home. But now that you’re back, Geto won’t stop until he makes his presence and feelings for you known at your aunt’s annual ball. If you want a man, look no further: Cowboy Geto will steal your heart the way you’ve stolen his! 

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Modern AU; Criminal!Geto; Bad Boy x Good Girl Trope; Past Relationship; Heartbreak & Angsty; Ballroom Setting; Naoya Zenin Hate lmaooo; Seduction; Eye-Fucking; Past Sweethearts to Current Lovers; Public Sex; Garden Sex; Semi-Clothed; Pussy-Eating; Deepthroat; Dom!Geto x sub!Reader; Doggystyle; Standing Up; Cowgirl; Wearing Geto’s Cowboy Hat While You Ride It; Reader Cums 2x; Raw Creampie; Breeding; Love Confession; Choso x Yuki/Yuuji x Megumi Breadcrumbs 

Word Count: 13.2k

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer's Note: IT'S FINALLY HERE!!! I'm so so sooo glad I was able to drop this before July ends I was so scared I'd have to put off all my July fics for Augst-September cuz of class, but now that it's done (AND YOUR GIRL GOT HERSELF AN A), we're finally back to our regular smutty program 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I hope y'all enjoy this one! Also the scene (spoiler alert) where Geto & Y/N are arguing is HIGHLY inspired by THAT SCENE in Sinners with MBJ & Haliee Steinfield. I just love stories with some tragedy & angst in em teehee -love, Jazz

Credits: Dividers made by @pixopix & @firefly-graphics!

You stare at yourself in the body-length mirror, admiring the woman staring back at you in the big, fluffy gown that resembles a big, pink cream puff.

You would actually laugh at the sight of it if your aunt wasn’t so serious and hellbent on the ridiculous gown. She stands behind you in her Southern finest with pearl jewelry and all, sizing you up while the sweet dresshop employee stares at you with a big grin. “Oh, look at you! Pink suits you quite well!” 

Your aunt side-eyes the employee, wiping the adoring smile right off of her face. “I’ll be the judge of that. Turn around, dear. Let me see you from all angles.” Begrudgingly, you do so, knowing that your aunt is not one to be argued with. You have to focus every brain cell on turning around in a full circle, feeling even more of a clown as you do it. 

“I can barely move, Auntie!” you protest, pouting as you stare at her in the store mirror. “This dress makes me feel like a sheep!” 

The older woman with the graying hair and gloved hands rolls her eyes before handing the employee another crisp bill to fetch more champagne. “Oh, quit your winin’! You said you wanted the finest dress for my ball tonight and I gave you just that! What’s the problem?” 

You scowl at her in the mirror, wiggling around in the dress, causing the ruffles at your feet to wish. “How am I supposed to dance? Or bend down? Or even go to the bathroom?!” Your aunt simply titters, waving a gloved hand. “You will be shown all you need to be later today. The ball isn’t until 8, but much has to be done and prepared.” 

She gives you a sharp look as she sits down in one of the lounge chairs set up in the adorable (yet expensive) dress boutique. Your aunt dragged you here over an hour ago and you’ve been here ever since trying on gown after gown for her annual July 4th ball. She throws it every summer for the holiday, inviting the entirety of high Southern society aka her people. 

Your aunt is the creme de la creme of the Southern elite, living as a third-time divorcee in her big ass house among her favorite willow trees, a fruit orchard, and cherished Dalmatian dogs that always give kisses when you see them. Though she has a big enough home to throw a party, she purchased an estate years ago that had long since been abandoned, renovated it with a brand new kitchen, a ballroom, and a garden, and has reserved it strictly for throwing extravagant parties.

That’s your auntie: a Southern belle and a seasoned bad bitch. In addition to a hopeless romantic. She reaches across to pinch your arm, earning a loud “Ow!” out of you when she notices your disapproving expression. “Drop that face. No self-respectin’, fine gentleman will give you the time of day with that look on your face…and I mean one fine gentleman in particular.” 

She dreamily sighs as she gazes over your gown, seeing you as a picture of Southern elegance. “Naoya will just adore you,” she sighs. “A picture-perfect man with a picture-perfect woman.” You roll your eyes, but only when she is busy with the employee bringing more champagne flutes at the mention of the “picture-perfect man” she speaks of.  

She has gone on and on about Naoya Zenin aka the young doctor that she has been trying to fix you up with all summer since you arrived back home. Your family is convinced that you need to start thinking about marriage despite just being in your mid-20s and straight out of an Ivy League. What you need to focus on is your career as a nurse and making your adult life in the city; not hitching a mate to carry on your rich family name.

However, due to the fact that you’re a certified people pleaser, an overeacher, and a very good girl, you agreed to your aunt’s suggestion of staying with her over the summer in your hometown and “matching you” to a wealthy Southern gent. Besides, how could you pass off a summer of lounging by your aunt’s pool, drinking plenty of delicious iced teas made by her maid, and enjoying a summer in your hometown?  

As if to bless you, the bell above the door rings, signaling the arrival of two people you’ve been waiting for. Your brothers barge into the boutique, sweaty from the summer heat in their cut-off shorts and tank tops. “Howdy, howdy!” Yuuji, your youngest brother, greets. “Anybody call for an emergency lunch situation?!” 

Choso, the oldest one out of the three of you, scowls at the dress you’re wearing as Yuuji snatches a paper bag from him. “What the hell is that?” he grumbles. Your auntie, already pissed at their interruption, glares at her nephew. “It’s her dress! Now tell her that she looks good or you’ll both get smacked.” 

Yuuji frowns disapprovingly at her while Choso silently sips on his soda. “That’s abuse, Auntie. I thought we talked about this.” But once your aunt sharpens her eyes, he switches his tune. “Wow, sis, you look so pretty in that dress! You’ll be the belle of the ball tonight!” 

“I hate you,” you mouth to him. Yuuji gives you an apologetic grin as your aunt smiles, pleased.  “Splendid! Now let me look for some nice shoes to match.” 

As she hurries off to check out the shoes across the room, you scurry over to your brothers in the dress, ignoring their struggle to not laugh. “Please tell me that’s for me.” You stare longingly at the paper bag of food, watching Choso smirk. “Mmm, I dunno. I like me some fried green tomatoes too.” 

You tsk, snatching the bag from him. “Gimme those. Auntie has been starvin’ me since we came here to buy dresses, but I don’t see any that I like!” Literally every dress surrounding you is too ruffled, too gaudy, or too stuffy. 

“Well, you know her,” Choso deadpans with a shrug. “She’s from a past generation where women didn’t show ass and ti—“ He hisses before he can continue because of the harsh smack to give his chest. “Ow!” he grunts. “Jeez, I was only tryin’ to help!” 

“The only help you’ve given me is buyin’ me lunch. This whole thing is makin’ me not even wanna go to the ball anymore.” You shove a hand into the bag and produce a fried green tomato, shuddering in joy as you bite into it. “It’s like she’s tryin’ to change me, guys,” you sigh, feeling downtrodden and low about the entire matchmaking business your aunt has cooked up for your summer. 

‘This wouldn’t have happened if you just said no,’ the critical voice in your head hisses. And here you are once again putting yourself down. For giving into your family’s expectations of you. And as usual, your brothers are there to stop your spiral. 

“Hey, hey, no, she’s not,” Yuuji soothes you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Auntie’s always had a soft spot for ya, sis. I think she just wants to bag you a rich guy before the summer ends.” And she absolutely does. Which is why she is hellbent on making this thing with Naoya Zenin work. You know for a fact that he will be at the ball, so she is doing everything in her power to stop that. 

To lighten the mood, Yuuji makes a joke. “You could always try your luck with my buddies.” You giggle, shaking your head as you finish up your green tomato disk. “Thank you, but I’m spoken for. Plus, aren’t all your friends, like, seventeen?” 

Choso raises a pierced brow at you, alarmed. “Spoken for? By who? You got a secret boyfriend I don’t know ‘bout?” But Yuuji is there to be your savior, elbowing his big bro in the ribs. “You dummy! She’s talkin’ about that Naoya guy! Ya know, the one you think is a douchebag?” 

“Oh, him,” Choso replies in disdain, rolling his eyes at the mention of the doctor. You scowl in confusion, unaware of Choso’s strong feelings over Naoya. “Why? Naoya is very charmin’ and nice!” 

At least, so far, he has. You have only known Naoya for a month, but in that time, he has been quite a gentleman–holding the doors for you, walking you home after your dates, remaining respectful and charming. He is quite the catch…but still, you feel spoken for another. Even when it’s been so long since you’ve seen him. 

“For right now,” Choso scoffs. “The dude gives me the creeps.” Yuuji hollers with laughter, slurping down his blue slushie. “Everybody gives you the creeps, you emo. Even that cowboy that sis was–”

Choso harshly claps a hand over Yuuji’s mouth to shut him up, but the damage has been done. The bottle that was clamped closed years before when he left your bed with nothing but a letter and you left your hometown pops open. 

At least a smidge. Not all the way like before. You are different now, so you smile. “It’s fine, guys,” you giggle, but it sounds strained to you. “That’s all in the past, right? After all, I’m here to find a good dress for my ‘future husband’.” 

You turn away to pretend to look for a dress, not wanting them to see the truth in your eyes—the truth that you still love that cowboy despite his past and run-ins with the law. That you still think about him all these years later even when you shouldn’t. That you still wonder where he is, how he’s doing, who he’s with….

But all of that is in the past as it should be. It’s for the best anyway. Suguru wasn’t the right man for you. While sweet, considerate, patient, and kind, he was also a criminal. He robbed banks and trains. He jumped from place to place, dodging the law. In the end, he would only bring you trouble even when he promised to never have trouble come to your door. 

Suddenly, all of that is silenced when you catch the glimpse of the most beautiful cocktail dress you’ve ever seen. The most beautiful shade of ruby red; long with a thigh slit; strapless with a sweetheart neckline; a big bow in the back that gives the dress a sweet yet sexy aura. Your eyes widen at the dress, enchanted by it. “Look at this one! Oh, it’s so pretty!” 

You rush over to admire it, pinching the gorgeous satin fabric between your fingers. Like a ghost, your aunt appears beside you, disapproving as usual. “It’s so low is what it is. I’d practically see your breasts!” 

Your brothers begin to snicker together as you glare at your tipsy aunt. “Auntie!” you hiss. “But I’d be able to move around in it. Can I at least try it on pleeeease?” You look back at the dress, knowing how daring it is and loving it for that. This would definitely be the thing to break you out of the bubble your family has built around you. 

Your aunt caves and you rush to try on the dress in a try-on room. Now the woman staring back at you doesn’t resemble a Southern circus act, but a sophisticated, sexy woman with curves accentuated by the gorgeous dress she’s wearing. Your breasts are lifted in a manner that is both seductive yet classy, the giant bow behind you like the top of a cherry on an ice cream cone. 

When you come out of the try-on room, you smile, twirling for your aunt and brothers. “How do I look?” you giggle. Your aunt gives you a pinched frown, unhappy. “Like a damn harlot. Take it off at once.” 

You look at your brothers who nod approvingly at you, silently giving you the encouragement you need. “But I love it!” you protest, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’ll wear it with a shawl or somethin’ to cover myself, but please let me get it! I’ll pay for it!” 

Your aunt sizes you up, still looking irritated by such a disgrace of a gown. “It is a pretty dress,” Choso adds. I like the bow.” Your aunt shoots him a glare, irritated by his input. “I don’t recall askin’ you,” she hisses, but he barely even cracks, only smirking at her bite. 

Your aunt turns back to you and stands, slowly circling you as if you are on display in a store window. Finally, she huffs and gives in. “Fine, but don’t complain if Naoya is askin’ to wed you. Or if all the men there come flockin’. You’re lookin’ for a husband, not a fling.” 

You smile, grateful for your brothers’ encouragement and your own courage to speak up for what you want. You give your aunt a smile and flash her your wallet. “Don’t worry, Auntie. I am a lady, after all.” 

“That’s quite the dress, lil’ lady. Who tryna impress?” Yuki whispers. “You don’t have to do much to get me.” 

Choso snatches his girlfriend back by her waist, making her giggle. “Stop harassin’ my little sister, will ya, Yuki?” he huffs, sipping on his champagne, looking so uncomfortable in his suit. Meanwhile, Yuki looks damn near goddess-like in her purple dress and blonde updo. “Please. Least I know beauty when I see it.” 

 “Aww, thanks, Yuki! You’re too sweet.” You giggle, flushing shyly in your cocktail dress that has been turning heads since you entered. 

The ball is in full swing tonight, the ballroom touched top to bottom with guests dressed in their July 4th finest: all kinds of big hats, poofy dresses, and suits as far as the eye could see. Streamers, center pieces, snack tables, and trays of champagne are everywhere you can see along with a dance floor full of guests dancing to the live band playing. 

Your aunt went all out for this ball as did you. The dress was paired with an updo you did to pin your curls up over your head, stiletto heels, and a sinfully red lipstick that stopped everyone dead in their tracks. Combined with some gold jewelry, a spritz of French perfume, and some vanilla lotion on your skin, you feel like a million dollars standing among your aunt’s crowd. 

If only you felt up to the festivities tonight. You’ve been nursing the same champagne glass for over thirty minutes since your arrival, hoping for tonight to go by quickly and to not see Naoya’s face. 

Yuuji’s eyes roll over your dress, still shocked that his sister is actually in it. “I’m shocked Auntie even let you buy that. Ain’t she big on modesty?” You cluck your tongue, waving a hand glossy with red nails that you got freshly done for the festivities. “She still lives like we’re in ‘Gone With The Wind’. Besides, if I’m gonna find a suitor, why not dress the part?”

Megumi, Yuuji’s boyfriend and date for tonight, scowls at this, confused. “Sorry, what? You’re lookin’ for a suitor?” 

Yuuji chuckles, happy to fill his boyfriend in on your troubles, much to your dismay. “Our aunt is convinced that my sweet lil’ sister is in need of a husband to carry on the family name and supply extra wealth to our lineage…her words, not mine.”

Megumi looks disgusted by this while Yuki rolls her eyes, sipping her drink. “Well, you ain’t gonna find one here unless you like the blue collar and elite assholes,” she jokes. 

And like clockwork, your aunt fans a gloved hand at you in a wave from across the room. “Oh, Y/N, dear! Look who I just found!” You can tell she’s good and drunk by the way she practically grips Naoya’s arm, presenting him like he’s some prized hog to you. 

Naoya looks fresh to death in his suit, but his appearance and smile don’t make your stomach flip in excitement. It’s something else; something the champagne is making quite fuzzy. You turn to your crew with a sigh. “Duty calls, I guess. Catch y’all later tonight.” But as you strut away in your heels, Choso squeezes your wrist, coaxing you back over. “Come get me if she’s too much,” he whispers. 

You snigger, rolling your eyes shimmering in eyeshadow. “Auntie is always too much. But thanks, bro.” Choso doesn’t look convinced though; not even Yuuji, who worriedly looks over from afar. “And you’re sure you’re okay with all this? Lookin’ for a husband or whatever?” 

The truth is right at the tip of your tongue, but instead, you stamp it down with a rehearsed smile. “Why wouldn’t I be? A doctor or a politician is better than anythin’ else, right?” From the way Choso’s brows raise, you can tell he is picking up on the hidden meaning underneath your convincing words. 

Before he can say anything more though, you quickly strut away and gulp down the rest of your champagne for liquid courage. You know you’ll need it for the rest of tonight. Your aunt grins when you arrive, yanking you over by your arm and squeezing you tight. “There she is! Now isn’t she a crowned jewel?” 

Naoya gives his award-winning, cunning smile to you.  “Yes, indeed, miss. It’s lovely to see you again, Y/N…especially in this outfit.” His golden eyes drag over your form, making you feel like a slab of food. “Thank you, Naoya,” you manage to reply with a smile. “Glad you could make it.” 

The doctor laughs, waving a hand where a Rolex watch sits on his wrist. “And miss your aunt’s annual 4th of July ball and spendin’ quality time with her gorgeous niece? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” 

God, he’s so quick-witted. So charming. So full of the right words to say. They make your aunt melt instead of you, opting for her to take another slurp of her Brandy Alexander. “Well, I’ll just leave you two alone.” She gives you a wink before she walks off to chat with more of her guests, leaving you alone with Naoya. 

You stand there rigidly, not sure what to do or what to say. You instantly feel stupid, hating that you can’t be as interested in Naoya as he is in you. “This surely is quite the dress,” he comments, eyes still locked on your gown. “Everybody else seems to think so too.” You give a small, shy chuckle, shrugging. “Oh, I doubt it.” 

Suddenly, the doctor reaches towards you and takes your mesh burgundy shawl that you’ve laced around your arms to place it over your shoulders instead. He is so close that you smell the overwhelming cologne wafting off of him, choking you. “Cover yourself. We have to save what is mine, won’t we?” 

His eyes glint with something sharp, but you can’t decipher it or question his words before someone is bumping into you from the side, nearly spilling wine on your shoes. “It’s getting quite rowdy in here,” Naoya huffs, irritated. “What do you say we take these drinks and head outside?” 

And what do you do? You say yes. Because how else are you going to bag a husband like your family wants? 

So you grab yourself another glass of champagne and travel out onto the veranda with Naoya. The large lawn, as wide as a football field, stretches before you with the dirt roads and a forest to your left and the gardens to your right. You consider both directions escape routes…just in case. Naoya stands beside you with his whiskey, head tiled up towards the starry sky. It is quiet with only the buzz of insects and the sounds of the party inside filling the space.

You’re not sure you want to talk. To be honest, you hope that your silence puts Naoya off; makes him less interested in pursuing you. But then he speaks: “A beautiful night, isn’t it?” he comments. So, of course, you’re obligated to speak back. “Yeah, it is. My aunt surely knows how to pick a night for a ball.”

He hums in agreement, his eyes sliding over to you. “And I certainly know how to pick my company,” he replies. “You truly are the most beautiful belle here.” Your skin tingles from his gaze on your dress, making you feel naked. “Thank you,” you whisper, a smile growing on your lips. You aren’t sure if it’s out of shyness or common courtesy. 

And then as quickly as your smile comes, it goes as soon as you feel Naoya’s hand in yours. He takes your champagne glass away and puts it on the edge of the veranda before he places a hand on your waist, fully turning you to face him. “Wait, Naoya–” 

“You know, I was thinking of taking a trip to admire the study later. Would you like to join me?” The question is so out of the left field that your brain, slow from the champagne, has trouble catching it. But the glint in his eye clues you in. “Isn’t the study upstairs?” you dumbly ask.

He just smirks, sharp and cunning, and suddenly, you don’t like Naoya anymore. The charming attitude and persona that he’s curated slips, leaving you uncomfortable. “Thank you for the offer, but I was going to tour the gardens.” It’s a great excuse and still keeps things respectful. However, Naoya pushes it. “Would you like some company?” he murmurs, his hand traveling to your waist. “That dress certainly looks like you do.” 

You blink at him, offended. “Excuse me?” you pointedly ask. “What does my dress have to do with you?” The doctor laughs, finding your offense funny to him. “I just meant it as a compliment! No need to take it so personal.” 

Slowly, you slip Naoya’s hand off of your waist, making his smirk slip from his face. “Personal?” you scoff. “Thanks, but I don’t think I’m the company you’re lookin’ for.” And now Naoya gets irritated, his jaw tightening and eyes darkening. “And why is that? Am I not good enough for you?” 

You take a step back, your body flush with discomfort. This isn’t at all how you thought tonight was going to go. “That’s not what I–” 

“Do you have any idea how much money I have?” he continues, his tone cutthroat and mean. “How many women would love to be in your spot right now? If I were you, I’d take advantage.” He walks upon you again while you turn to go back inside, but a deep, silky voice twinged with a Southern accent stops you both short. 

“‘Scuse me.” You both turn towards a rose bush standing proudly at your left where a six-foot something man stands. He is all broad muscle, even in his sexy cowboy attire of a black cowboy hat, a vest, and boots with spurs hanging from the sleeves. His long, black hair cascades down his back, each strand glistening in the moonlight like the pierces embedded in his ears, eyebrow, and bottom lip. 

He tips his hat up, greeting you both with a set of violet eyes and a smile that seems so familiar to you. However, his tattoos and masculine features stop you short. “Apologies for the intrusion, but any if y’all fine rich folk got a light? I’m afraid my lighter has given out on me.” He shows you his lighter between his black-painted fingernails. 

Naoya glares at the stranger, angered by his presence. “No, we don’t. Who are you?” The cowboy shrugs passively, still smiling. “Nobody important. Just a man who likes a good party.” He pauses, cocking his head. “Who are you?” 

The doctor’s face goes red with rage, turning fully towards the cowboy now. “I’m–” 

“Nevermind, it’s not important,” the cowboy replies. “I do know that you’re a guy who’s overstayed his welcome though.” His smile turns sharp; a challenge for Naoya. “You heard what she said and she said it rather nicely. So I think you need to get on and find some better company.” 

You stand there, eyes flicking between the cowboy and Naoya, waiting with bated breath for a fight. Naoya has gone completely rogue now, anger in his narrowed eyes. “And who are you to talk to me like that?” he scoffs. “I know the town sheriff personally! I could have you behind bars right now if you keep disrespectin’ me!” 

The cowboy continues to smile, unbothered and cocky, making your tummy twirl with curiosity and attraction. Before anyone can reply, you hear your aunt’s voice from inside hollering into a microphone: “Attention, all guests! May we please gather ‘round for a speech before the midnight fireworks?” 

The cowboy smiles at Naoya, tipping his hat at him. “Sounds like that’s your cue. Pleasure meetin’ ya.” Naoya looks like he wants to argue more, but instead, he roughly fixes his collar and storms inside, muttering about calling the cops on “that prick”. The door opens and slams shut, leaving you alone with the strangely familiar cowboy. 

You can’t explain it—it’s like a feeling you can’t name bubbling at your chest, rising within you like steam. What is it about this man? “I was handlin’ that myself,” you deadpan, placing your hands on his hips. 

The cowboy shrugs, lighting himself a cigarette. You watch, heart pounding, realizing that he lied just to get Naoya away from you. “I’m sure, but I wasn’t about to let a pretty lady fend off a creep by herself.” He hollows his cheeks as he inhales, blowing the smoke out through his nostrils. “You should probably head on inside. This place might be pretty, but it’s crawlin’ with wolves.” 

You raise a brow at him, wondering just where this man came from. “Thanks for your concern, but I can handle myself. I’m not a little girl.” The cowboy chuckles, putting his hands up in defense. “Didn’t say all that. I’m sure you can, but I also know hoedowns like this one can go from right to wrong in about five bottles of champagne.” 

You stifle a giggle, closing your shawl around yourself tighter. You should go back inside, but you don’t. Instead, you let the bubbly talk and the night air fuel you. “I didn’t see you in there…but then again, I don’t think cowboy boots are the dresscode.” 

The cowboy chuckles, soft and sexy. “Nice catch, lil’ lady. They’re most certainly not, but I was just here to put on a show. Guess they don’t need me if they got fancy fireworks, so I’ll be takin’ my leave now.” 

He clicks his tongue and pats his hip, holding his cig between his fingers. You hear soft whiney and turn to see a black Bronco appearing from behind a hedge bush with a saddle. “Nice horse.” The cowboy smiles as he grasps the horse’s reins, stroking her sleek fur. “Heard that, Penny? The sweet lady gave you a compliment. Thank her properly.” 

The horse slowly bows her head, her ears flicking. “She’s trained?” you giggle, overcome from the cuteness. The cowboy nods, proud of his baby. “Since she was a fowl. She’s the main attraction.” Penny huffs through her nostrils, satisfied with such praise. 

“Well, maybe you can show me your act.” The words escape you before you can stop yourself. The cowboy raises a brow, confused. “Seriously? Aren’t you supposed to be inside?” You tut and wave a hand, not even wanting to think about the ball anymore. “Please. I’d rather watch some horse tricks than attend a borin’-ass toast before the fireworks.” 

You tell yourself that it’s just to watch Penny, a majestic creature, do her tricks, but really, deep down? It’s all because of the charming, sweet-smelling cowboy whose presence is hooking you more than you care to admit. So he gives into your request and shows you some tricks out in the grassy clearing yards away from the house. 

There, with you standing in the grass under the stars, the cowboy puts on a grand performance, complete with spins on Penny’s back, making her stand on her hind legs, and standing on her back as she totters through the glades. You love watching him pet the horse’s heaving side, stroking her fur and chatting with her. He’s so tender and loving with her, making your heart quiver. When he finally finishes up, he bows as you applaud him, even whistling.

“Thank you kindly,” he chuckles, placing his hat back on his head. “You ever ridden before?” Dumbly, you ask, “A horse?” The cowboy raises a humored brow, making you flush from your tipsy stupidity. “Not since I was a little girl, but I still love it.” 

You slowly come up to Penny, admiring her as she takes a chomp out of the apple the cowboy slips out of her knapsack for her. “Why’d ya stop?” 

He watches intently as you inch towards the horse, admiring you as you admire her. “I moved to the city for school. This is my first summer back home.” You take a hand and stroke Penny’s side, feeling her silky fur. “Hi, sweet girl,” you whisper. 

The cowboy notices the tender look you give his horse, a hidden memory buried in your gaze. Memories of riding that were put on pause because of school and familial expectations. 

“Would you wanna take a lil’ ride? It’s a beautiful night for one.” He motions towards the starry sky, and as if agreeing, the song of the crickets gets louder. You bite your lip, looking from him to the mansion, wondering if someone may see. In the end, curiosity wins. “Just for a bit. I can’t ruin my dress.” 

The cowboy nods, a dimple popping as he smiles. “‘Course not. It looks very…expensive.” You don’t miss the way his gaze lingers on your dress, making you feel hot instead of uncomfortable…and that makes you uncomfortable. Why do you feel so drawn to this stranger? 

He scoots out of the way, letting you pet Penny’s mane. “Want some horse ridin’ tips, partner?” he teases with a molten smirk. “Or am I speakin’ to a pro who just happens to look like the belle of the ball?” You smirk back, enjoying the banter between you. “Both. Now do you mind givin’ a girl a hand?” 

The cowboy chuckles, snapping his fingers at Penny. “Tsk, tsk. Down, Penny, girl.” The horse slowly bows, allowing you an easier way of getting on her back. You stiffen when you feel the cowboy’s big hands on your waist, secure and respectful. “This okay?” he whispers. He smells of mint, nicotine, and pine, the scent making your pussy throb. So unladylike. 

Silently, you nod and he scoops you up, easily placing you on Penny’s back. You just hope you aren’t staining the saddle in your wetness. “Gently tug on her reins for her to walk,” the cowboy instructs. “Tug once a little harder if you want her to pick up speed.” 

You feel your heartbeat accelerate as you gently tug on the reins, causing Penny to slowly begin walking. Her hooves thud in the grass, her back muscles moving with you on top. When you tug the reins again, she begins to totter, making you lightly bounce on her back. As you ride on Penny’s back, you feel giddy, smiling and giggling with the summer breeze softly blowing against your face. 

The cowboy watches on as you tug the reins a bit harder, settling back into your riding days. “Let’s go, Penny!” you holler. “Take me for a ride, girl!” And Penny does, picking speed and bounding through the glades, the wind fanning through her and your hair. You updo loosens, pins falling loose, causing your curls to blow around your face in the wind.

You feel freer than you ever had in years. Even six years of independence in the city couldn’t have given you the feeling you have now. The cowboy laughs with you, watching from afar as you take his horse for a spin. Finally, Penny comes to a stop, heaving from the run. You look down to check for mud or grass stains, glad to find nothing there. You may have saved your dress, but your hair isn’t so lucky. 

As you fix your hair, the cowboy slowly helps you down, hands securely gripping your waist in a way that makes your pulse skyrocket. “Good girl,” he praises, but you can’t tell if he means you or the horse. When you turn around from fixing your hair, he is stroking Penny’s fur. ‘Of course, he meant the fucking horse,’ you think.

The cowboy pauses, beefy arms crossed over his broad chest, smirking proudly at you. "You ain't a bad lil' rider, partner. Maybe you can teach me some of your tricks sometime? Can't have ya outdoin' the best at his game.” 

Your body reacts intensely to his silky tone—pounding heart, hardening nipples, butterflies a’swarmin’ in your tummy. You find yourself playing into it, smirking back. “Sure,” you purr. “How would you want me to show you? I don’t own a horse.” 

He shrugs, taking Penny by her reins and leading her towards the house with you. He follows you to the gardens, right at the threshold of the entrance where animal hedges sit before you. “M’sure we can think of somethin’ if we see each other again.” You blink at him, chuckling at his boldness. “So you wanna see me again? I don’t even know your name.” 

That’s when the energy in the air shifts. You can tell by his eyes: what were once playful and seductive are now intimate and private. “You know me pretty damn well,” he croons in his Southern drawl. “But of course, time can change everyone. Ain’t that right, peaches?”

You stop short, literally pausing during your walk to stare at him. He stares back, smile gone, his silence speaking volumes. Peaches? You were called that by only one person in your life. Someone you thought was long gone. 

His name sits on your tongue, having not been said for years but still lingering like the scent of perfume. “Suguru?” you whisper, barely above the breeze. But he hears you, his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree at your name on his lips. “Yes?” he whispers back. 

His voice, so deep and silky, makes it hard to breathe. You don’t know where to start. Why is he here? What is he here for? Why did he leave that night all those years ago? But instead, you ask: “So you knew who I was this whole time and you acted like I was a whole stranger?” 

Suguru seems ready for the question and shrugs, giving you an irritatingly playful smirk. “You know me. Dramatic flair, I guess.” You dryly laugh, all of your fondness for the cowboy leaving in a rush of cold air. “Of course…that’s why you left me in the middle of the night after fuckin’ me, right?” 

The bite in your tone is evident and Suguru notices immediately. “You really wanna do this now?” he deadpans, his smile fading. You place your hands on your hips, wound up tight with resentment. “Yes, I do. You come back after all this time when I finally made a life for myself? After you broke my heart?” 

Suguru’s irritated expression softens and he sighs. “Y/N–”

“Why are you here?” you hiss. “Explain. Now. I deserve that much.” You wait, the perfume of the rose bushes not relaxing you any bit. Suguru looks just as wired up as you feel, taken over by some silent battle. 

“I…wanted to see you,” he weakly admits. You scowl at him, scoffing at such a response. “It’s a horrible excuse, but I couldn’t stay away any longer than I already had. There’s a reason why I left that night after we were intimate.” 

You cross your arms over your chest, waiting for an explanation about that night. The night he said that he would stop all of his petty crime and start anew with you. “So tell me now. There’s no one but you and me.” 

You and me. Just like what he said before: “It’s you and me, baby. Just us against the world.”

All of those feelings from that night and after come back up, still raw. “Did you not wanna be with me?” you tearfully ask. Suguru’s eyes grow fiery and suddenly, he is taking your hand and leading you deeper into the gardens, away from the prying eyes of the mansion. 

The area is sweet and romantic, complete with rose bushes towering over you. “No,” he fiercely replies, finally able to speak. “You were everythin’ that I wanted, baby. You still fuckin’ are. Why do you think I’m here?” 

“Then why the fuck did you leave?!” you snap, pushing at his chest. He barely budges. “Why did you take off and break my heart when I had all these plans for us? Why did you–” 

“‘Cause I went to fuckin’ jail!” he snaps. You pause, gobsmacked by such a revelation. 

Finally, his resolve snaps, his expression open and vulnerable. “That’s why I left. I made more mistakes and did more crimes in my youth than you know. I don’t got no bodies, but it didn’t matter to the sheriff. So I was hauled off to the county jail for two years. It would’ve been four, but I was let out early on good behavior.”

You blink at him, slowly processing the onslaught of information. That’s why he disappeared. That’s why he didn’t come with you to the city like he said he would. “I didn’t know,” you whisper, feeling so small now. 

“Of course not,” he replies with a dry laugh. “You were in the city and as far as my letter goes, I dropped off the face of the earth. So I sent your brothers money for your tuition–” 

“You what?!” you gasp, gobsmacked. “Suguru, I didn’t ask you to do that!” 

“I know you didn’t, Y/N, fuck,” he growls. “But it was the least I could do for ghostin’ you. I wanted you to succeed the way I always knew you could.” You feel tears prickle in your eyes, deep pain and open wounds leaving you vulnerable and resentful, even when you should feel grateful for such a generous act. 

“So after jail, I laid low, moved to the next town over, opened up my own bar, got a farm, and here I am.” He gazes down at you, his eyes soft and oh-so tender. “I came back here for you. To tell you how sorry I was and make sure that you’re happy.” 

You ignore the way your stomach flips at his consideration, not buying it. “Happy with someone else, you mean.” He flinches slightly at your sharp tone; you’re all knives and daggers tonight. “I was selfishly hopin’ you weren’t,” he sheepishly replies. “I wanna be the one to make you happy. To take care of you. To give you the life you’ve always dreamed of.” 

He looks away then, his fists tightening at his sides. “But I knew I couldn’t do that, even back then. I couldn’t give you a steady, safe life that a good girl like you deserved. So I loved you from afar.” 

You feel the tears well up in your eyes now, all of your emotions pouring over. “And you didn’t think to tell me this? To try and reach out to me?” Suguru scowls at you, his jaw tight. “And just what would you have said? You would’ve given this—”he motions towards the house, at the gorgeous hedges—“all up and came with me?”

“Yes!” you snap, the answer tearing from your chest. “I would’ve gone anywhere with you if you would’ve asked me, Suguru!” But he isn’t buying it, his pierced tongue clucking. “C’mon, peaches,” he wryly chuckles. “Don’t tell me shit that ain’t true. You can’t tell me you would’ve given up your future for a life of robbin’ and stealin’ with your criminal boyfriend.” 

You don’t answer, mostly because you don’t want to admit that he’s right. “So what now?” you scoff, widening your arms. “You just here to rub salt in the wound? If you are then you can leave.” 

The tears drip down your face now, ruining your makeup. “I knew you’d never stay, but I still hoped,” you softly say, your words broken. “I was a stupid girl, but I’m not like that no more, Suguru.” 

You try to turn away from him, but he stops you, gripping your shoulders. “You were never stupid,” he growls, his violet eyes blazing with passion. “You were the most intelligent, capable, beautiful girl I’ve ever had the honor of bein’ with. You stole my heart, peaches, and it’s still yours…if you want it.” 

He gently takes your hands from your arms locked against your chest and tenderly kisses your knuckles. “I’m here for you. Only you. And I’m prepared to show you that anyway you want me to.” Slowly, he leans in, and you can only utter his name before his lips are finally on yours. Soft. Sweet. Familiar. 

It is a kiss you longed for with lips you’ve craved for years. No matter how many boys you kissed in your four years at Ivy League and two years as a graduate, spending nights at the hottest clubs and rubbing elbows with the richest, hottest bachelors, nobody compared to your Suguru. Your favorite outlaw. The one man you never should’ve gotten involved with, but you knew the very moment you met him outside of that bar on his horse that he’d be in your life forever, present or not. 

All of the memories of your past together come rushing back as he cups your cheek in his big hand. You resist the urge to lean into his touch, but it’s so damn hard. You’ve felt starved without it, trying to replicate it with other men but only being disappointed. But now, here it is again, just as needed as air and water. 

When he pulls away, his eyes are hooded and adoring, staring down into yours from underneath his hat. Slowly, you pull it off, wanting to see all of him. “So you wanna steal my heart again?” you whisper against his lips. A slow grumble of agreement leaves his mouth, making heat pool in your tummy. “If you let me, hell yeah. I’ll lock it down and throw away the key.” 

You shiver in delight, having wanted to hear that for years. The bottle holding every ounce of love you’ve carried around for this man pops open, bursting out of the glass. You need him now, unable to contain it anymore. Unable to wait. 

You grip the collar to his vest, pulling him close and emitting a surprised grunt from him. “Then show me now. Prove to me that you can be the man I want.” He blinks at you, those long lashes fanning against his cheeks. “Right here?” he asks. 

“Right here,” you reply, full of passion and need. “No one’s comin’ out here…and if they do, let ‘em see.” You’re done appeasing your family. Done pushing what you want off to the side. You wrap your arms around your cowboy, kissing him slow and wanton, making him moan against your lips. 

His hands find your ass, holding you close as he squeezes your asscheeks over your dress. His lips begin to caress your throat and collarbone, peppering it in wet kisses that leave you breathless. “I missed you, Sugu,” you whisper. He groans at your words as if they are his kryptonite. “I missed you too, baby,” he sighs into your neck. “Let me show you how much.” 

It doesn’t take long for things to take a turn, leading to something hotter and deeper than just chaste kisses and secret touches in the gardens. Behind the humongous rose hedges, Suguru’s big hands glide down your sides to lift up your dress, his eyes firmly locked on yours. 

You’re like a damn popsicle with the way you’re melting from his molten gaze as he hikes the luxurious fabric up on your thighs, exposing your lace panties to him. He whistles at the sight, making you giggle. As you gently place his hat aside on a nearby bench, he kneels before you, widening your thighs to gaze at the soaked spot your pussy left. 

“Fuck, mama,” he groans. “You’re so wet already f’me.” He takes two thick fingers and rubs you through your panties, right on your clit. You groan, loving how he knows just exactly how to still touch you after all this time. “Anybody else been gettin’ that pussy wet?” he huskily asks, staring up at him. Those city slicks or any other country boy like me?” 

You feel yourself gush at his slick words, sweetened by his thick Southern accent. He leans in to kiss your panties, right above your clit, causing it to throb against his mouth. “Sugu,” you groan. “Please don’t tease.” His violet eyes tick up to meet yours, firm and fiery. “Then tell me the truth. I wanna know if some other man has been makin’ you feel this way.” 

He nips at your pantyline, the graze of his teeth driving you to the brink of insanity. “Nobody,” you whimper. “No other man but you.” And you’re telling the truth: there’s been no one who can make you this wet but him. He smiles at your confession, flashing you those pearly whites. “That’s my darlin’. And no other man will.” 

With that, he kneels before you and hikes your leg up over his shoulder. He pulls your panties aside, groaning at the sight of your wetness sticking your pussy lips to the fabric, soft and glistening wet. He gives you one more hot look of lust before his tongue is dipping between your folds. 

Suguru has eaten you out many times before. He has made you moan, cry, and scream to the heavens with that pierced tongue of his, giving you hot and cold at the same time. In between his sheets throughout your high school days, sneaking out of the house late at night or in between free periods, you’d spend your hours studying the way his tongue feels on your clit or how soft his lips are. 

You have to fire up every brain cell to keep your moans soft and hushed, not wanting to alert anyone at the party. But fuck, do his lips and tongue feel like heaven. Every suck on your clit and flick of his tongue in your folds breaks off a piece of your self-control, making you ruin his ponytail by carding through his scalp. “Fuck, Sugu, baby!” you gasp, your toes curling in your heels when he suckles on your rosebud in a way that has your eyes rolling back. 

He peers up at you, a cocky smirk on those lush lips. “Hush now, darlin’. Don’t wanna alert your aunt and them fancy folk, do ya?” He licks his thumb and begins to rub your clit, earning soft whimpers out of you. “Or maybe you do. Maybe you want ‘em all to see you get your pussy tongued down by your outlaw.” 

And then his tongue is sliding through your folds and inside you, slow and careful, your juices dripping freely onto his tongue. Your mouth falls agape as pleasure grips you. Your head falls back against the wall of the hedge behind you, a broken moan leaving your lips. “Shit!” you moan, your eyes squeezing shut against the explosive pleasure. “Fuck, Sugu, yes! Right there!” 

He pulls away enough to speak, still rubbing your clit, earning soft, wet sloshes coming from your wet pussy. “Right here, babydoll?” he asks. “That feel good?” 

You frantically nod, your eyes squeezed shut tight. “Uh-huh!” you whine, panting in time with his wicked tongue flicks. 

“Uh-huh?” he parrots, practically growling the word between his eager pussy-eating. “Then fuckin’ cum for me. I know you’re close.” 

He replaces his thumb with his mouth, sucking on your clit, making your body throb in pleasure. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums approvingly, keeping up the pace. He continues to work your pussy just how you want, making you see stars behind your eyelids and softly cry to the moon above. 

It doesn’t take long for that feeling of release to dawn on you, that need gripping you at your core the more your cowboy sucks and eats your pussy straight off the fucking bone. “O-Oh, fuck, I’mma cum!” you gasp, squeezing his locks tight in your fingers. “S-Sugu…y-you’re gonna make me…!” Your words cut off on some desperate gasps that you have to stifle by covering your mouth. 

“Cum for me,” he growls into your pussy. “Give me what I need. Cum for me, babydoll, I’ve got you.” Finally, that knot in your core finally snaps and a wave of euphoria washes over you as you cum all over his face and eager lips with a loud moan. You see the entire galaxy and beyond as your pussy gushes, your body shivering and shuddering. 

Your back arches and your hips wind into Suguru’s face, trying to keep as much as the pleasurable feeling as possible. You scream his name into your hand, your muscles tensing from the sheer pleasure. When it finally fades, you’re left feeling tired, spent, and oh-so good. 

After gently cleaning your cum up, Suguru pulls away with a satisfied sigh and grins at you, lips shining in your honey. “Not bad for a couple years, right?” he cheekily asks. Slowly, he stands, giving you a view of his noticeable hard print beneath his slacks. You smirk, shrugging. “Eh…you were alright.” 

SPANK!

“Ah!” you gasp, mouth agape at the harsh smack on your ass. Suguru raises his pierced brow at you, challenging your brattiness. “Don’t test me now, peaches. I may love your ass, but I don’t got a problem trainin’ that brat in you.” 

You stop short, clocking his words. Suddenly, your heart begins hammering and it feels like the entire garden has gotten smaller. He blinks at you, confused. “You love me?” you whisper. He’s never said it before; this is the first time and it feels like a whole new world has been opened up to you. 

Suguru chuckles like it should be so obvious, smiling tenderly. “Of course I do, babydoll. I would’ve wanted to say it somewhere more romantic, but–mmph!” His words are interrupted when you toss yourself at him, kissing him passionately. He groans as you rub yourself against his bulge, igniting another ache in your pussy. “I love you too, Suguru,” you whisper against his lips. “I always have.” You then slink to your knees, giving him a sexy smile as you do. “Let me show you how much,” you purr. 

The look Suguru gives you from above is downright porn as you loosen the belt holding his pants up, exposing his briefs. He pops the buttons to his vest and the crisp shirt underneath, exposing his toned body and tan skin inked in tattoos underneath. You peel the fly to his briefs open and grasp him, earning a soft moan as soon as our fingers wrap around his dick.

You pull him out and he pops up like a Jack-in-the-Box, hard, thick, and veiny.  You salivate at the hard, thick dick in your hand, right along with the fine black happy trail and lipstick tattoo inked on his right hipbone. You kiss there, trailing along his toned stomach and V-line as you pump his dick in your hand. “Fuck, you’re so hard,” you pant. He breathlessly chuckles, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “For you? Absolutely, baby.” 

Deciding you’ve got him right where you want him, you spit into the palm of your hand and pump him more, lubing him up, making him shine in your spit. Once he’s moaning and groaning, you finally wrap your lips around him and suck. “Jesus!” he hisses, nearly tipping back into the hedges. “Give a guy a minute, darlin’, sh-sh-shit!” 

He stammers as you begin to bob your head, making you giggle against his cock. He groans at the vibrations from your laughter, your tight, wet mouth sucking him in. You can’t help but want more of him, his salty pre-cum coating your tastebuds. “Mmmm,” you moan, voicing your satisfaction over his taste. 

How you missed this. How you missed his cock. He seems to have missed your mouth too judging by how much he’s throbbing. And how hard he’s gripping your hair, tangling your loose locks in his hand. “Goddamn,” he groans. “So much for that dress. You’re fuckin’ trouble, peaches, fuck.” 

You tick your eyes up to meet his as you bring your mouth down further, engulfing him deeper. He grunts as he brushes the back of your throat, your gurgling practically making him jump out of his skin. “Mmm, that’s it! Take me deeper!” he groans. “You know just what to do with it, don’t you?” 

Showing him that you absolutely do, you gag around his cock as you begin to bob your head up and down, emitting groans and swears from his sinful lips. His moans and words are so hot that you feel your pussy throb and gush in your ruined panties, desperate for attention. You have to rub your slit as you gag on Suguru’s dick, his silky voice and thick cock your aphrodisiacs. “Gag on that shit, baby,” he grunts. “Take it. It’s fuckin’ yours.” 

He continues to whisper praise as you gag and bob around him, using your free hand to stroke his balls. You ignore the ache of your knees in the grass and the tears pricking at your eyes, ruining up your eye makeup. The control he allows you makes you want to give him the best throat of his life, coaxing the nut right out of him. 

He begins to thrust into your mouth, his hips bumping against your chin as his cock fucks your throat. “Still doin’ okay, babydoll?” he asks. You  nod, emitting a moan from him when the roof of your mouth slides along his dick. “God, you look so good with my dick in your mouth,” he whines. “Wouldn’t it be somethin’ if someone came out here and saw me fuckin’ this pretty throat?” 

You tilt your head up to look up at him, loving the view of his body as he bumps your hips against your face. Spit drips from your lips the sloppier your head gets, only making him fuck your face harder. “You like that idea, don’t you?” he chuckles breathlessly. “Naughty girl. You wanna be seen on your knees with dick deep down your throat?” 

‘Yes,’ you think, your pussy crying beneath you. ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ 

You want that more than anything. You don't care how slutty that makes you. You want to be his slut tonight. You want to be his everything and more. So you gag and suck harder, causing him to thrust deeper. “Ngh—gonna make me fuckin’ cum, darlin’,” he groans. “You want that, hm? You want my fuckin’ cum?”

“Mmm-hmm!” you eagerly hum, batting your pretty lashes at him. You want him to dump a fresh load of spunk deep down your throat. And after a few more thrusts that knock the air out of you, his moans grow more intense, drifting through the summer air thick with perfume ad sex. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m cummin’!” he gasps. “Gonna breed that fuckin’ throat!” 

And finally, a rush of hot cum escapes him and enters your throat, shooting all over your tongue, giving you a nice throatpie built up just for you over the years. You hum as he moans in pleasure, his eyes rolling back at the euphoric feeling you give him. After a few gulps and slurps to clean him up, you pull away, sucking him off of your fingers. 

He stares at you, his chest rising and falling, his pierced nipples glistening in the moonlight.

“That was rusty, babydoll?” he pants, raising a brow at you. 

You giggle as he helps you stand on wobbly legs, unfortunately causing your slick to drip down your thighs. “Glad I could please,” you purr. Before you can say more or even give him a kiss, Suguru has you whipping around to face away from him. 

“Oh!” you gasp, placing your hands on the bench in front of you. You assume position as your cowboy stands behind you, smacking his semi-hard cock up against your ass, rubbing it against your supple cheeks to get himself hard again. “Not enough,” he grunts. “I need all of you again. Need to make up for lost time.” 

He French kisses you as he rubs himself against your asshole down to your wet slit, moaning into your mouth. It doesn’t take long for him to grow rock hard again, throbbing insistently against your aching entrance. “Tell me you want this,” he whispers. “I won’t go further if you don’t–”

You shut him up with another kiss, sucking on his tongue. “Fuck me, Sugu,” you whisper against his mouth. “Right here, right now. I can’t wait anymore.” You don’t care who sees or what happens next—you just want him now. You could cry with joy as you feel his tip press against your entrance, brushing your clit. “This time, it’ll be different,” he softly promises. “No more runnin’. No more leavin’. I promise you, darlin’.” 

And then he’s sliding inside of you, silencing every thought of doubt you have ever had. Solidifying his promise. He groans out, “Shit” as you breathlessly moan, taken aback by how he fits so nice and snug after all this time. You close your eyes as hot pleasure skates through you, making you grip Suguru’s arm locked tight around your stomach. 

“Look at me,” he hoarsely demands. “Watch me fuck you. Watch me give you everythin’ I have.” You turn to stare into his eyes as he draws his hips forward, thrusting his cock in you, before drawing his hips back. He continues to do that, giving you slow, deep strokes that draw ragged breaths out of you, desperate and hushed. 

Suguru’s eyes hold nothing but love and lust as he slowly fucks you between the rose hedges, the sweet aroma of the flowers mixing with your perfume, his cologne, and your sex. The stars and the flowers are your witnesses to your forbidden love and sex, staying silent and watching as your cowboy fucks you the only way he can. 

“Suguru,” you softly moan. “Please more. Fuck me more!” You can’t take this slow shit anymore. You need it hard and fast. You need to feel this. He smirks against your cheek, one hand skating up to squeeze your tits, ripping your dress away from them to have them hang free. “My baby wants more?” he murmurs. “I’ll give you more then.” 

So he fucks you hard and fast, making you bounce back against his cock. You have to bend your knees to accommodate his thrusts and cover your mouth to keep from yelling in pure ecstasy. His dick just feels too fucking good! It stretches you; massages you; knocks every doubt and regret out of your mind until you can barely remember anything but how good you feel. 

“Fuck, Suguru, yes! Fuck me just like that!” Your cries and dirty words are muffled by your hand, making Suguru smile proudly as he fucks you dumb in doggy. “My, my, what naughty language,” he chuckles, giving your nipple a tweak. “Ain’t you supposed to be a lady?” 

You decide to tease him back and toss your ass back, slamming your pussy down as he thrusts forward, making him gasp. “You fuckin’ minx,” he growls. “You almost made me cum.” His hand finds your ass, gripping it possessively, just as your pussy throbs excitedly at the idea of making him cum for you. 

“You can if you want to,” you whisper, wanting his cum more than anything. You want him to snatch your pussy for himself like he did years ago, make it his again. You want his spunk imprinting and marking its territory as his and his alone…maybe even with a baby. Or perhaps, you’re just cock-drunk. 

But as soon as you utter those words, you’ve opened up Pandora’s Box. Suguru is quick as lightning, pulling his hard cock out of you and smacking it against your clit. “Turn around,” he demands. “You wanna act like a slut, then you’ll get fucked like one.” He gives your ass a sharp smack before you turn around, coaxed to grip onto him like a koala bear. 

As soon as you’re dangling off of his body, he grips you to him, holding onto your ass as he slides his cock right back inside while you’re airborne. “Fuck!” you both gasp when he slides in to the hilt, his abs stroking against your clit as he begins to fuck you again. “That’s my good girl,” he moans into your ear. “Takin’ me so well after all this time…”

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he pistons his hips just right, making you bounce on his dick so he sinks deeper and deeper inside you. Your cowboy stares dead into your eyes as he fills you up over and over again, knocking the air out of your body with each thrust. “Does it feel good? Am I fuckin’ this pussy just right?” 

As if your breathless moans and gasps aren’t answers to his question. You can’t even speak, too busy moaning like a little slut on his thick cock repeatedly fucking your dripping pussy. Every thrust hits that spot inside of you, making your eyes roll back and your muscles tighten in anticipation of an intense orgasm. “Yes, Sugu, yes! Fuck me! I’m so, so close!” 

You can feel it building, building, building inside of you, ready to overflow and spill over all onto Suguru’s big, thick, beautiful cock. 

“Me too, darlin’,” he groans. “Fuck, I can’t hold on for too much longer.” He swears through a stammering breath as his thrusts grow more intense, fully holding you up with every ounce of his strength to fuck you standing. It is the hottest thing you have ever experienced in your life. He locks eyes with you, desperation on his handsome face. “W-Where do you want me to–?” 

“Inside me!” you beg. The words are out before you can stop them, but you don’t even think you would if you could. Suguru blinks at your request, his eyes widening an inch. “You serious?” he asks. You don’t blame him for his reaction. It ain’t everyday that your on-again-off-again girlfriend who re-enters your life asks for you to possibly dump a baby in her during your first fuck. 

But the idea of being Suguru’s baby mama is too good of a title to pass up. You want to carry his child, only because you know this time things will be different. “I’ve never been more serious of anythin’ in my life,” you softly moan. You tighten your thighs around your outlaw’s slim waist, keeping him locked inside of you. “I love you, Suguru. I want this.” 

Then you grind back, making him bite back a loud moan as your pussy clamps down on him. “F-Fuck!” the outlaw groans, his handsome face flushed red from the pleasure and feverish thrusting. “You’re gonna make me cum, peaches. You’re p-playin’ with fire here.” 

You give a slutty little giggle, happy to continue to tease him to get what you want. What you need. “Then let me get burned,” you purr into his ear, pausing to suck on his earlobe. “Cum inside me, Daddy. Make me yours.” Your soft lips begin to travel down his neck, your tongue jutting out to lick his throat. 

Your slutty ministrations make something burst out of Suguru, causing him to slow his thrusts and lower you down to your feet. He grips your chin in his hand, making your cheeks squish together like a fish’s. The look he gives you is hot with lust and a possessive energy that makes your pussy gush. “So you want me to steal that pussy the same way I did your heart?” he murmurs, smirking. “I can do that.”  

You’re damn near melting as he plants a kiss on your lips, craving more of his body; his cock; his everything. Slowly, he leads you over to the bench and takes a seat, planting you firmly in his lap. “But you’ve gotta put in the work.”

He sits back then, his hard cock on full display for you, one hand wrapped around himself to slowly pump his shaft in your face. “Ride me till we both cum, baby. Take what’s been yours all these years.” 

And so you do. As he sits on the bench, you sit in his lap…well, not really. You’re too busy bouncing on his dick with his cowboy hat on your head, your ass smacking against his muscular thighs in tie with the wet squelching of your pussy clenched around his fat dick. “Fuck,” he groans. “You’re still s-so good, babydoll.” 

He grips your ass tight under your dress, helping you slam your pussy down onto his rock or rock into him to swipe your clit against his abs. At some point, he licks his digits and begins rubbing your slippery clit for you, sending sparks of pleasure exploding and crackling in every sensitive spot of your body.

The moans he lets out and the look on his face are too much for you, propelling you further towards your delicious end. “Sugu, baby! Fuck, I can’t hold on! I’m gonna cum!” You grip his broad shoulders and hop up and down on your knees, bringing yourself up and down his dick, his pre-cum and your honey slipping down his balls and over your asscrack. 

Suguru is a panting, grunting mess, doing his very best to keep his sounds down, but goddamn, you’re riding him too good! “M-Me too. Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up!” 

You can feel it–his dick has begun to swell inside of you, throbbing with the need to explode. You cup his pretty face in your hands, forcing him to stare dead into your eyes. You need him to see how much you want this. “Cum with me,” you beg. “I need it so bad. Please, Daddy?” You swirl your hips in a way that gives him no choice, causing him to nearly blow your cover as a loud groan escapes him. 

In a flash, he’s taking control and fucking you from the bottom, his thick fingers digging into your asscheeks as he slams himself up home inside of you. Plap-plap-plap goes his thighs against yours, creating a rhythm of sex in the air that mixes so well with your desperate, slutty moans. “So you want me to give ya a baby now?” he hums. “Somethin’ special to take back to the city? Is that it, babydoll, hm?” 

“Yes, yes!” you gasp into the summer air. “Please, Sugu, p-please! A-ah…can’t hold on!” You can feel it building–that intense, blissful feeling that is soon to explode all over you in a burst of pleasure. “Fuckin’ cum for me then,” he growls. “And this ain’t no one time thing either. Wherever you go, I’m comin’ witcha. That’s a fuckin’ promise, peaches.” 

And those words are the catalysts to the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced. In Suguru’s beefy, strong arms, you cum your brains out, forgetting your own name and only remembering his. “Fuuuuck, Sugu!” you bellow, your voice ringing out in the summer air, causing Suguru to cover your mouth as you scream out your orgasm. That only makes you cum harder, making your head spin and your pussy squelch, gush, and cream all around your cowboy’s dick. 

After a few more intense thrusts, Suguru cums with a low groan that he bites back, only muttering a few swears and some pet names that have those butterflies swarming in your stomach. He grips you to him like you’ll vanish if he doesn’t, his hands possessively stroking your ass and his face caught in your air, inhaling your shampoo. You gasp and deliriously giggle when you feel him shoot hot loads of spunk into your pussy, officially claiming you as his…and he as yours. Finally. 

After a few short seconds of recovery and soft kisses, Suguru helps you gently pop off of his cock, causing his spunk to trickle down your inner thighs. It’s noticeable even through the slit of your dress, making you giggle. “I’ll probably need to wear that poofy dress now.”

Suguru raises a brow as he begins to dress himself rather quickly, his flaccid cock back in his briefs and his pants on like nothing happened. “The what?” he asks.

You shake your head, still giggling as you help him fix his vest. “Nothin’. I’m just so happy.” You then place his cowboy hat back on his head, fixing it on his hair. He smiles down at you, pausing briefly to kiss your forehead, causing you to lean your head into his chest. “Aww, baby,” he coos. “I’m happy too. You have no idea how much I—” 

Click. 

You gasp at the sudden, harsh flood of light that pierces through the peaceful night, ruining the serene, loving moment. You and Suguru squint into the piercing glow of the flashlight, using your hands to block it. “Geto Suguru! Get your hands off of my niece this instant,” your aunt hisses. “Or Sheriff Higuruma will take care of you.” 

Standing with her is none other than Higuruma Hiromi, the town’s sheriff who you knew was making an appearance at your aunt’s party tonight. In addition to him and your angered aunt is Choso, Yuuji, and a very enraged Naoya who is storming back over to make more of an embarrassment of himself. And in addition to Naoya is the entirety of the party, staff included, watching from the windows and eavesdropping on the veranda. Oh, fuck.

Despite the awful situation, Suguru remains cool as a cucumber, smirking at the angered doctor barreling towards you and at your enraged aunt with her hands on her hips. “Uh-oh, here comes trouble.” Even though he is the trouble. 

Instinctively, Suguru stands between you and your “visitors” as Naoya comes to join the group, looking drunker than he was earlier. “There he is!” he hollers, pointing at Suguru. “That’s the man that accosted me! You’re lucky I didn’t get the cops, asshole!” 

Sheriff Higuruma yawns, looking positively bored and over what is happening right now. Your aunt looks close to crashing out…and at her old age, this would be a death sentence, you’re sure. “Y/N, get over here this instant,” she snaps. “And you.” She jabs a finger at Sugruu. “Away with you at once or you will be goin’ to jail! How dare you come here to ruin this fine evenin’?!” 

Standing behind your aunt, Choso’s eyes meet yours. ‘You okay?’ he mouths. You nod, still standing behind Suguru, not wanting to leave him. Higuruma turns to your aunt, finally turning off the flashlight. “Sorry, but what exactly am I here for?” he asks, looking utterly tired and confused. 

Your aunt blinks at him, gobsmacked, and only gets angrier. “For this man pawin’ my niece!” she snaps. Naoya glares at the sheriff, turning red in the face. “And harassing me! Have you not been listening?” Higuruma glares at the doctor, peeved by his self-importance just as you are. 

Suguru loudly clears his throat, grabbing their attention. “Excuse me, ma’am.” He tips his hat at your aunt, respectful despite such scorn. “Apologies, but I didn’t mean no harm to you or your fine guests. I just wanted to–” 

“What?” your aunt sharply interrupts him, her eyes narrowed. “You wanted to sneak into my party and snatch all of our priceless gems from right under our noses? Do you truly think we are that stupid?” Suguru is silent, but you can feel the irritation radiating off of him in waves. 

“And you!” she continues, glaring daggers at you. “Comin’ out here to canoodle with a common thief and criminal! Don’t you know who this man is?!” Momentarily, you meet Choso’s eyes, wondering if you should come clean about your past secret fling with Suguru all those years ago. But before you can, your aunt continues to criticize and publicly embarrass you. 

“I cannot believe you ran out on such a fine man for this trash!” she explodes, motioning towards Suguru as if he’s no more than dirt. “Honestly, you cannot be my niece and be this–” 

“Did that fine man tell you what he said to me?” you argue, glaring at Naoya. “He tried to get me to go upstairs with him.” The doctor’s face grows beet red from your words, his expression like a bulldog’s. “You little liar. I knew you’d be out here.” He begins to storm towards you, hissing out so only you and Suguru will hear: “How dare you embarrass me like this, you little harlot?!”

Higuruma and Suguru are stopping him immediately. Suguru totally shields you with his body while Higuruma puts out his arm, stopping Naoya short from his tirade. “Don’t talk to her like that,” Suguru growls at the doctor. He then turns to your aunt, firm. “She has no fault in this, ma’am. It’s all me. Any anger you have should be towards me.” 

But your aunt is not swayed, still narrowing her eyes at the cowboy. “You should’ve stayed exactly where you were: out of this town!” she bellows. Before she can say more, Higuruma’s deep, authoritative voice cuts in. “Alright, enough. Either we resolve this like logical folks or someone is gettin’ arrested.” 

At the mention of jail, ice pits in your stomach. Not for yourself, but for Suguru. You can’t afford to lose him again or for him to lose more years of his life when he just got them back! As if hearing your thoughts, he reaches back to squeeze your hand, firm and protective. “Forgive me, ma’am,” he says, nodding respectfully at your aunt. “You’re right. I’ll be takin’ my leave now.”

Leave? You stare at him as he releases your hand and smacks his thigh, calling for Penny. You feel your body humming with desperation to follow, your hands shaking.

Your aunt harrumphs in satisfaction, arms crossed over her chest. “Good riddance. Now let’s get you back inside. You’ve got a lot of explainin’ to do, missy.” You turn to her and to Naoya, your blood boiling at the smug smirks on their faces. 

Your eyes shift to Choso and Yuuji, your only saviors right now, and to your hope, Choso gives you a slight nod while Yuuji shoots you a thumbs up. ‘Go ahead, sis. Tell ‘em!’

So with your fists balled at your sides and your back straightened, you finally face your aunt head on. No more fear. No more expectations. No more going against what you want. 

“No,” you firmly reply. The word is final, crystalized in the air. Your aunt’s angered expression softens, turning to utter shock. “I’m sorry, Auntie, but I can’t. Not when the man I’ve loved for years is back in my life.” The woman looks like she’s about to fall out at the new revelation. “What?! What in the blazes are you talkin’ about, child?!”

You turn to Suguru who is already looking at you. Waiting for you on the road, his hand on Penny’s reins. You feel nothing but a burst of love and an unending certainty that this is the right thing to do. 

“I mean I’m spendin’ the night with my man,” you giggle, earning a horrified gasp from your aunt’s mouth. “And then he’s comin’ back to the city with me in the fall.” You blow your aunt and brothers a kiss as you twirl on your heels and walk towards Suguru, hyperfocused on him and only him. “Don’t wait up for me, y’all! Enjoy the party!” 

You can hear the distant chatter of your audience as you strut over to your cowboy, sexy and silently watching you, a smile on his face. He takes a hold of your hips and places you up on Penny’s back before he slips in front of you, settling onto the saddle. As you giggle and wrap your arms around his waist, your aunt pushes Choso up to the horse, desperate. “Choso, do somethin’!” she snaps. “Stop your sister!” 

Choso stumbles forward and stares up at Suguru, silently sizing the cowboy up with firm eyes. Your heart flip-flops, afraid that he’ll be the one to follow your aunt’s orders and put a stop to this. “You’d better take care of her,” he firmly mutters. “If you break her heart again, I’ll kill you.” 

As your aunt splutters in shock, you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding, relief flooding you. Suguru nods, tipping his hat in respect to your older brother. “Understood. You won’t have to worry ‘bout that again.” With that, Choso nods and steps back, allowing you to be with your man. 

Suguru tips his hat at the crowd, giving them a toothy smile. “Sorry ‘bout stealin’ her from y’all, but I just couldn’t help myself. Have a good night!” And with one click of the reins, Penny stands up on her hind hooves and whines before tottering off down the path away from the party. Away from your old life as you knew it. 

You tighten your arms around Suguru’s waist, pressing your face into his back muscles from behind. “So you really think the city wants a country boy like me?” he chuckles. 

You peer up at his handsome face from the side, pecking him on the cheek. “Only one way to find out,” you purr. “I don’t leave till September. You’ve got plenty of time to decide.”

The cowboy snorts, raising your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles as the summer air whips past your face. “I already have. Shit, you could’ve told me you were goin’ to Mars, peaches; I'd follow you to the end of the earth, don’t you know?” 

THE END.

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Dance For Your Prince(s)

Pairing: Prince/Firelord!Geto x Belly Dancer!Reader x Prince Zuko

Synopsis: You are hired as the live entertainment for the Fire Nation's annual celebration as a belly dancer, groomed to dance for the elite and wealthy. You entertain with your body for a living and you're happy to do so, finding purpose and enjoyment in your dancing. Unbeknowst to you, two certain Firelord brothers have found enjoyment in your dancing as well and they are prepared to show you one hot night within the privacy of a bedroom.

Warnings: 18+; No Curse/Avatar AU; Brother!Geto x Brother!Zuko; Incest (but not really cuz they not f*cking each other lol); Threesome; Seduction; Body Worship; Curvy!Reader; Belly Dancing; Stripping; Dom!Geto x sub!Reader x Switch!Zuko; Dual Pussy Eating; Sharing Is Caring; Dual Blowjob; Deepthroating; Facefucking; Spit Play; Doggystyle; Mating Press; Breeding; Raw Creampies; Mild Power Play; Reader Cums 3x; Aftercare

Word Count: 9.1k

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer's Note: This is my first installment for @madamechrissy's crossover collab!! Y'all please go give her ALL the love, grace & praise because she deserves it!! This woman is just as amazing just as a person as she is a writer & I'm honored that she puts up with my horny ideas lmaoo enjoy!!! <3 -Jazz

Credits: Zuko x Geto fanart found on Pinterest! If you know the artist, PLEASE tag me so I can properly credit them! Divider by @cursed-carmine!

You stand at the threshold of the master bedroom belonging to the Firelord, Prince Zuko, the polished mahogany doors staring back at you. 

Dozens of Fire Nation guards, tasked with protecting the royals, stand outside against the wall, two on either side of you. They were the ones who guided you here, telling you that the Firelords requested to see you tonight. 

You have every assumption as to why. It isn't a rarity or unaccustomed to you for royal members to request for you after hiring you for a party. You are a dancer, after all...with some other "skills" on the side that you use to your advantage.

While you know how to play the game among the royal court and have no problem refusing to spend the night with any royals after performing for them at one of their grand parties, you would be lying if you said you didn't want to be alone with the Firelords for the night.

You have been around them for some time now. As the royal belly dancer, groomed to dance for the elite and the wealthy, you were bound to make the acquaintance of the Fire Nation Family at some point...including the Firelord brothers. Both calm, poised, mysterious, and devilishly handsome.

They have been on your radar for a long time, filling your endless nights with hot fantasies of the two of them. Sometimes one at a time, sometimes together. Entangled limbs, your fingertips caressing their muscles, their tongues licking stripes across your skin.

You long to tear down that wall of mystery and restraint that the brothers have meticulously built around themselves. Especially that Zuko. He is quiet and stoic, only speaking when required, preferring to talk with his actions instead. Geto Suguru is more open, striking either fear or intrigue into anyone with his charming smile and cunningness. 

And now here you are, standing right outside of the brother's doors prepared to greet them. The twirling in your stomach is not of fear but of anticipation, wondering where the night will bring you. You bring up your fist and lightly knock, polite but firm. "Enter," a deep, silky voice commands. Geto's voice. 

The voice that has commanded attacks on enemies and brought you to orgasm so many times. Swallowing hard, you twist the doorknob and enter the master bedroom. It is a large, wide space with stone walls and windows overlooking the courtyard and Fire Nation, the summer breeze and afternoon sun pouring into the room. 

On one side sits a large king-sized bed topped with pillows of all sizes and arrays of gold and red. The same as the carpets and curtains softly swaying in the summer evening. Geto Suguru, the oldest brother, sits in the middle of the room on the carpeted floor surrounded by a slew of expensive pillows and blankets. 

He sits at a knee-level table surrounded with delicacies of all kinds, granite teacups with a brewing teapot, and a bottle of fireflower juice spiked with cinnamon, one of the most expensive bottles of alcohol in all the land. Geto is draped in a fine red robe adorned in intricate gold stitching at the flaps and black pants, his feet bare and black locks cascading down his muscular back. 

He turns to look when you enter, his violet eyes piercing a hole into you. The butterflies in your tummy swarm, making your heart pound furiously in your chest.

“You required my services, Your Highness?” you ask, trying to keep your voice level and steady. Alas, it shakes a bit, coming out breathless at the sight of the handsome man. He gives you a small smile that is like a smack in the face. “Yes, little dancer. Come; have a seat. You may not be so formal with me. Call me Suguru." 

You blink, unsure of how to reply. It is rare that a royal wants someone who is not within the court to be formal. His smile deepens, humored. “You look at me as if I’m tricking you. I can assure you that my father is nowhere within these four walls.” He then turns to the left side of the room where the light doesn't reach. “Isn’t that right, brother?” 

You turn your head and that is when you see Zuko sitting there on a lounging sofa, wearing a black robe to blend in with the darkness. You can just see that his hair is also out, cascading in black waves down his back, and he is sipping some tea. You jump, placing a hand on your beating heart. “Oh! Prince Zuko, forgive me. I did not know you were here.” 

Zuko doesn't reply; he only stares, somehow staring right through you. Both of his eyes render you speechless—the wounded one included. Many do not regard Zuko the same way they do Geto due to his burn scar, but you have always thought the disfigurement was quite sexy. 

Geto chuckles, pouring himself some fireflower juice. “Don’t mind him. Zuko can be an enigma when he wants to be…which is all the time.” He smirks when his brother gives him a sharp glare from across the room. “Quiet, Geto. Don’t make me request your removal from this room.” 

Geto smirks at you, unbothered by his brother's heated threat. “That’s code for “don’t make me murder you”,” he chuckles. “Nice, isn’t he?” He gives you a wink, jutting his chin at you. "To what may we call you? Though we know your name, we want you to feel comfortable." 

Comfortable. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Many men always say this when you're within the confines of their bedroom, only wanting you relaxed so they may take advantage. "Y/N," you reply, giving the brothers a respectful bow as you shut the door behind you. It shuts with a click, making your stomach flip. 

Zuko nods over at the table where his brother sits. “You may sit. Plenty of room.” Geto hums in agreement, a flame flickering from his fingertip as he lights himself a pipe filled with tobacco leaves. The smoke wafts through the air as you slowly walk across the room, feeling their eyes on you. 

Though you are covered by a shawl draped over your shoulders, it is mesh, which means your midrif top showing off your stomach and long skirt that doesn't do much to hide your curves. Both red and decorated in gold stitching, dripping in gold beads that clink whenever you twist, turn, or move your hips and stomach when you dance. 

You don't feel uncomfortable the way you used to whenever men ogled at your moves. If anything, you feel powerful. But now, under the brothers' hot gazes as you sit at the table, you feel exposed. Your layers peeled back like a fruit. 

Geto motions down at the array of finger food before you: cheeses, dates, crusted breads, fruits covered in chocolate. “Would you care for a bite? Perhaps a drink? I have tea, water, wine…perhaps something stronger?” He eyes the bottle of fireflower juice sitting next to him. 

You choose wine to loosen yourself up, grateful for the crisp taste as it slides down your throat once Geto pours you a goblet. “Thank you for your invitation, My Lords.

Geto shrugs like it's nothing, smoke billowing attractively from between his pink lips. The bottom lip is piercing with a small ring, unfortunately drawing your attention to his mouth. “Of course. You needed it after that performance you put on, I’m sure.” You act shy and modest, staring down at your wine. “Oh, it’s nothing. For me, that was a simple dance. I have done plenty more complex and strenuous.” 

You were hired tonight to perform for the Fire Nation's Royal Family and their close party, dancing among the sounds of the drums and guitars as fire eaters surrounded you, swallowing swords emblazoned with flames. The flames were hot, but you were hotter. You danced like the heat didn't bother you, sweat sliding over your damp skin and curves as you winded and swirled your hips. 

As you danced, surrounded by all of the royals, your eyes caught the brothers' gazes through the flicker of the flames, orange and red flickering across their handsome faces. Their unyielding gazes spurred you on, making your hips move faster and your body slither like a snake. You are famous among the royals for your dance moves and you were guaranteed to make them remember you. 

Starting with the Firelord brothers. “Oh, well, we wouldn’t want that," Geto chuckles. "It’s important to care for your body. Especially if you are dancing for royalty.” He winks across the room at Zuko. “And since my brother adores your dancing so.” 

“Shut up, Geto,” he growls. “I do not!” You turn towards the younger brother, a pit in your stomach at his words. “You don’t?” you ask, cocking your head at him. Zuko realizes his mistake and quick tries to backtrack, his cheeks hot with a flush. “N-No, I meant…I didn’t mean—“ 

Geto tosses his head back and laughs, the sound oh-so attractive and pulling a smile out of you. “A catch, isn’t he? He can lead the Fire Nation Army into attack on the frontlines, but he can’t even form a sentence in front of a pretty woman.” 

Zuko snarls, teeth bared, gleaming in the twilight. “You’re testing me, brother. I’m about this close to throwing a fire ball at your head.” Geto mockingly gasps, putting a dramatic hand to his broad chest. “And scare the lady? How else will you find yourself a mate?” 

You quickly try to stamp out the fire quickly growing between the brothers. “I am used to violence, I assure you both. And this is quite tame for me.” You turn to Zuko with an inviting smile, knowing that he is the shyer, quieter one. “Will you join us, Your Highness?” 

Zuko looks surprised at the offer, his brows raising slightly. He shoots a look at Geto who nods, smirking quietly at his younger brother. “Just as long as my brother knows to keep his words wise and his brain intact," he grumbles. Geto chuckles as Zuko rises, barefoot and quiet as he strides over to join you at the table.

He sits with Geto on his knees across from you, pouring himself some more tea. Geto passes Zuko the pipe to which the young prince gags at, putting it aside on the table. “Come; let us toast." Geto raises his glass of fireflower juice high, his eyes shining. "To a night of wonders and surprises.” 

“Cheers," you giggle, clinking your goblet with the brothers before taking a sip of your crisp wine. The sliver of afternoon sun has vanished now and the moon has taken the sun's place, leaving the room shining in a white glow. “Did you enjoy tonight’s festivities, Y/N?” Geto asks, his voice soft as silk. It makes you shudder in pleasure. “As much as I could. It’s hard to do much when you’re being ordered to be on your feet for most of the night.” 

The older brother chuckles, taking another puff of his pipe as Zuko silently sips his tea. “Well, here you will not have that. I’m sure your feet must be sore.” You think you see both brothers' eyes flicker down to your soft feet and French-tipped toes, manicured and pretty, but you pass it off as a trick of the moonlight. 

“No, you misunderstand. I do not hark on sore feet. It comes with my work and I would not give up being a dancer for anything.” You mean the words to the bottom of your heart, but Geto chuckles, thinking it is a joke. “For the money, I’m sure.” You smile, humoring him. “The pay is just the tip of the iceberg for me. I only wish to entertain others with my body. To dance is my—“ 

“Passion,” Zuko finishes, surprising you and Geto with his voice. “That’s rare.” Geto agrees, his gaze softening. “Mm. Quite rare. Very admirable. And quite sweet of you.” 

You shiver at the brothers' praise, feeling a flood of endorphins that you've never felt from any compliment before. For a few minutes, you sip your wine in silence, letting the alcohol take over. “How did I make you feel?” you boldly ask. “When I danced?” The brothers look surprised at the random question at first, but Geto answers nonetheless. “Enchanted. Like you were putting me under a spell that I didn’t want to escape." 

His violet eyes capture you between the wisps of smoke billowing from his lush lips. You force yourself to focus on his face instead. "You flatter me, sir," you giggle. Then you turn to Zuko who is silent, unmoving. "What about you, Your Highness? Did I please you as much as your brother with my moves?"

You didn't mean for it to sound so suggestive, and Zuko catches on, his cheeks growing red. "Does it matter that much to you?" he asks, not unkindly but just confused. 

You nod, keeping your kind, welcoming smile. "Of course! If I'm hired to dance for the Fire Nation's princes and their court, it's my duty to entertain and please." Again: very suggestive. Perhaps you're throwing down the hammer a little too hard, but the brothers' quiet seduction and mingling scents of floral (Zuko) and cloves (Geto) is driving you to the brink of insanity.

"Oh, he was entertained," Geto smirkingly replies, sliding a suggestive look at Zuko. "And very pleased. Weren't you, brother?" Zuko elbows his brother in the side, earning a choked chuckle in response. But realizing you're waiting for an answer, he gulps and regains composure. "You were...very nice," he mildly replies into his tea cup. "I have seen belly dancing before, but not the way you do it. Where did you learn?"

You smile and explain to him about your home and culture. You tell them that you learned from your grandmother who taught your mother and older sister. You tell them that belly dancing is considered an important dance within your culture, using your body to make art. The two listen intently, making you feel shy despite dancing for a living. 

"You flatter me too, Your Highness," you chuckle, staring through your lashes at Zuko. "Your kindness is a gift and to dance for you is an honor." Zuko blushes hot red at your sweetness, averting his gaze. "The pleasure is all ours," Geto replies with a twinkle in his eye. "Though we are leaving one thing out as to why you're here." 

You sip more wine, letting the buzzing, warm feeling grow. "Oh? What is that?" Geto gives Zuko a knowing look, but the younger brother ignores him, instead pouring more tea. Your heart pounds and the heat you felt growing intensifies, making the room feel tense. 

"Forgive us for coming off as nothing more than dogs, but I'm afraid we loved your dancing so much that we preferred to have it in private." Geto pauses, puffing on his pipe, sizing you up with his eyes. 

You ignore the way your body sizzles at his confession. You were hoping you were here for that reason...among others. "You want me to dance for you?" you ask. "Right here?"

Geto sits back against the pillows, exposing a sliver of his abs to you. "If you wish. Though we commanded your presence, we want you to be comfortable here with us. That body is too perfect to be forced to do anything it doesn't wish to."

His words are made of saccharine and silk, making you buzz like you just drank a whole bottle of wine. Though Zuko doesn't say anything, his look, so intimate and personal, tells you everything. They truly mean what they say. If they wanted more from you, they would've taken it by now, you realize. 

So you smile, letting your walls fall completely down. "Of course. I am at your service, Your Highnesses," you purr. "You have made me very comfortable without needing to, so who am I to refuse your command? However, I do not have any music." 

"Geto can play guitar," Zuko replies. He snaps at his older brother, impatient. "Play something. Now." Geto only smiles, humored by his brother's flip switch in attitude. "Oooo, someone's desperate to see some more moves. Did you think the Firelord would be so demanding?" 

"Yes, I did," you giggle as Geto rises to his feet, going to fetch his guitar. "But I am sure you both are to a degree. I would think the Firelords would be if you get your way all the time." 

Geto returns with a small guitar and sits cross-legged at the table, placing it in his lap. "Oh, little dancer, we get our way all the time. And you will get yours if you continue to move the way you do." His seductive words cause a trail of heat to snake down to between your thighs, but you ignore it. Not yet.

"How will you have me, My Lords?" you purr, unable to keep the sex out of your voice. Geto elbows Zuko, letting him talk. The young prince's eyes bore into yours, intense and fiery. "Stand right there," he softly commands, nodding at the window. "In the moonlight." 

You rise to your feet and slink over to the window, standing in the sliver of moonlight serving as your spotlight. Then the music begins, Geto's fingers stroking and strumming the guitar strings the way you picture him doing to your body. The music is soft with a bit of Indian scales added to it. "Dance for us, love," he encourages. "However you wish." 

And so you dance. Under the silvery moon and the hot gazes of the princes, you wind your hips, flip your hair, and move your stomach so impressively like it's made of water. You twist, grind, and sway, letting the music control you. When the guitar strums get bolder and faster, you move with them, your movements more intense but still controlled.

The watchful eyes of your princes encourage you, pushing your aching muscles and winding hips to move faster until completion. You reach the same peak you would with an orgasm, feeling a tightness in your core that bursts until you're coating in explosive pleasure that makes you gasp. You hit a pose, raising your arms high as you face the princes, coating from head to toe in sweat. 

Geto stops playing and applauds you while Zuko sits still as a statue, gobsmacked. "Beautiful," he murmurs. You smile at the praise, bowing. "Did that please you, My Lords?" you ask, out of breath and pumped full of arousal. You can feel your slick travel down between your thighs and you clamp them shut in an effort to hide the scent of your slick. 

The aura in the room has shifted, leaving a tense feeling in the air that the brothers feel too. You can tell from how rigid they both sit as if trying to seem normal but miserably failing. Geto is the only one who comes clean, moving the guitar from his lap to reveal his bulge under his robe. "Yes, lovely...a little too much. I am sure you can see it." 

His eyes slide over to Zuko and sure enough, the younger prince is sporting a hard cock under his slacks as well. "Oh," you sigh, your eyes glued to their bulges. "Your Highnesses..." You stare, unashamed and so unproper. And not caring one bite. 

"F-Forgive me," Zuko stammers, covering his hard-on with a pillow as he madly blushes. "You can leave if you don't like this. I'm not usually like this." He looks ashamed and shy, averting his eyes from yours. 

But you shake your head, mouth practically watering. "It's alright. You're just making me blush." And quite wet. You can't remember the last time your pussy has felt this tingly and open, waiting for some attention. Geto raises a brow at you, catching onto your game. "Oh? And why is that?" he asks, his voice much deeper than usual. 

Zuko turns to you, his attention once again pulled back to you. You stare at both, unable to hide your want anymore. "Perhaps you're not the only one who's been enchanted," you whisper. "Maybe I'm feeling this fire too." 

Silently, the two brothers share a look and finally, they rise to their feet. Zuko drops the pillow, revealing his bulge again, and is the first to make his way over to you. You feel wobbly and unsteady as he strides towards you, all muscle and discipline under his silk robe, standing a whole head taller than you. 

But when he finally nears you, you are neither intimidated or frightened. If anything, you are oh-so aroused and attracted to his height and strength. He places his fists at his sides, his muscles tense, jaw working. "I want to touch you," he hoarsely confesses. "I want to...kiss you. Will you let me?" 

He dares to finally touch you, placing his hand in yours. You swallow hard as his long fingers lace through yours, just as Geto comes up behind you. It is sudden and silent, making for a great sneak attack. All you feel is his dick pressing into your backside, hard and hot, making your brain muddy. You turn to Zuko with an answer on your tongue, your pussy throbbing impatiently. "I—Oh!" you gasp before your face is being forced to turn to the side and Geto's lips are on yours, his fingers on your cheek. 

Prince Geto kisses like a dream. A wet dream, that is. His lips are soft and spiked from the fireflower juice, but they are also wet and supple, his tongue sliding across yours. You kiss him back, your lips moving together in a heated dance, soft moans traveling between you. Zuko watches, enraged. "Hey, asshole! You said we were sharing her, remember?" 

Geto chuckles against your lips, pulling away with a hooded look your way. "Sorry, brother, but you were too slow. I couldn't wait to have these lips any longer." His thumb gently massages your bottom lip, nearly sending you through the ceiling."That kiss was meant for your brother, Your Highness," you giggle. "Although that was quite a kiss." 

Geto smiles pridefully, his hands finding your hips. "What can I say? I aim to please, little one." He leans in to steal another, but Zuko beats him to it, turning your chin to face him. "I kiss way better," he mutters before he sweeps your lips up in a kiss. He is no longer the shy, stoic man you met earlier; now, the man in his place is bold and unabashed as he kisses you down, making you melt beneath his lips. 

Geto watches his brother kiss you as he sandwiches you between himself and Zuko, hard muscle pressed against soft curves. "Mmm, you feel so fucking good," he groans, his hands caressing your curves. "For so long, we've watched you. Craved you. Just wanted to keep you to myself." 

Zuko eyes him from over your head as he pulls away from kissing you, your taste on his lips. "Don't get ahead of yourself, brother. You're in MY room." You smile at their little rivalry, placing a hand on both of their broad chests. "You may keep me," you giggle. "We have tonight, don't we?" Geto looks surprised at your agreement, thoughtfully stroking your sides. "Is that because you want us to? Or because you want to please us? Be honest, little dancer."

His big hand cups your chin as he kisses you once more, the scent of tobacco wafting off of him in intoxicating waves. Zuko peppers your neck in kisses, overstimulating you in the best way possible to the point where you're gasping and panting for air when his older brother pulls away. "I want it too," you confess. 

How can you not? Every kiss, touch, and word from the brothers are like the strongest hits of a drug. You crave more of them, selfishly. You want to be the one who says that you danced and had a night of endless sex with the Firelord brothers, pleasing them with your body in every way possible. 

Zuko smiles against your neck and Geto gives you a devastatingly pretty grin, overjoyed at your confession. He takes your hands and presses his lips to your knuckles, making your stomach flip. "Then lay down and let us explore you. Pleasing you will please us." 

And you believe him. Plus, the idea of the Firelord brothers being two givers and pleasers is something you definitely want to explore more of. Two handsome princes who would like to please YOU, a homely dancer girl, because it gets them off? You'd be an idiot to refuse this!

Zuko anchors your attention back to him with his soft lips and nimble fingers caressing your body, running up and down your stomach. "Will you let us touch you?" he murmurs, a plea in his tone. You grasp one of his hands, clamping it tightly against your body, not wanting him to let go. "Yes," you whisper. "Please touch me." 

You twist around to kiss the younger prince, his surprised moans swallowed by your wine-spiked tongue. Geto chuckles, taking a handful of your ass in his big, calloused hands. "Such sweet begging. And such a sweet body too." Together, the brothers share your body, their hands indulging in your curves the way you have only dreamed of. You usually swallow back cringes whenever a man touches you, but them? It's nothing but shivers and sensations that make you want to melt. "Oh," you sigh, unable to utter anything but mere words. 

As Zuko busies himself kissing your neck and breasts (without taking off your top, of course, because he's a gentleman), Geto manages to slip some of your skirt down to expose your hip dips and the curve of your spine. "A-Ah," you moan, your hips bucking into Zuko as Geto kisses down your stomach, his fingers playing with your hips and gliding down your sides to your thighs. 

He stares up at you and the way your back curves as your head tilts back, your hair cascading down like a sweet-smelling river. "You like that, pretty?" he teases. "You want me to go lower?" His hand slides under your skirt and you gasp when you feel his thick fingers caress you between your thighs, right over your damp panties. Arousal explodes like a firework inside of you and you can no longer bear the foreplay anymore. 

"Yes, please," you whisper. Your voice is soft and breathless; needy. Just what the royal brothers want. Together, they kneel and pull up your skirt, exposing your thong and bare thighs underneath. They groan at the sight of your asscheeks looking so plump wedged between the tight thong. "Oh, fuck," Zuko softly moans, just above a shudder. 

"Goddamn!" Geto gasps, staring mesmerized at the slick dripping down your thighs. "Look at how wet she is, brother. All for me." His tongue juts out to lick your inner thigh, giving you a taste of the cool metal of his tongue piercing. Zuko's eyes cut over to his brother, sharp and irritated. "You mean all for us. Don't play with me right now, Suguru."

Geto smirks, gently suckling on your thigh just to hear you moan. "My bad, brother. It's just so much fun teasing you. We will share this sweet pussy of hers and make her cum her brains out." He stares up at you, eyes twinkling. "That sound good to you, little one?"

So inviting. So considerate. So in tune with your body and your pleasure. Nothing has ever sounded better. So you lay down among the soft, luxurious pillows and allow the brothers to split your thighs open beneath your skirt, groaning at the sight of your lace thong so soaked through the fabric to the point where you are dripping wet. 

Geto dares to pull the tiny article of fabric down your legs, exposing your pussy, puffy with arousal and glistening with your nectar. Some of it coats your inner thighs and the slit of your asshole, making you bite your lip as the summer breeze hits your sensitive pussy lips. "Ooo, look at her, brother," Geto murmurs, mesmerized by your slick. "So much here for us to share. We must indulge and—"

"I go first," Zuko cuts in before diving face first into your pussy. You gasp, your hand instantly grasping his long black locks as his soft lips mash with yours between your soft thighs, toned from years of dancing. "Oh!" you gasp, eyes bugging at the pleasure. "M-My Lord, that's s-so good! Oh, fuck yes!"

Zuko is quite a wonder at eating pussy. He does it as if he loves it, moaning as his tongue sends lightning strikes across your clit. Geto watches on, knelt beside his brother with a disapproving frown. "So much for sharing," he mutters. "Don't I get a little taste?" 

Zuko looks irked by the mere thought of sharing you, but still, he scoots over an inch to allow some space for Geto. "Fine, but just stay out of my way." Then he goes right back to slipping his tongue between your sticky, wet pussy lips, drawing moans from deep in your chest out of you. 

Geto smirks, peppering your right inner thigh in wet kisses, his fingers pressing into the muscle as he spreads it away from your pussy. "You're just worried that I'll make her cum before you do. Don't you know pierced tongues do it better?"

Moments later, you are writhing, bucking, and twisting like you're experiencing an exorcism on the princes' pillows and in their hands clamped tight on your thighs and under your ass as their tongues slash and skate hungrily along your pussy. Their tongues slash along your slit, alternating between your dripping hole and your clit buzzing with pleasure and all kinds of sensations. 

When Zuko slides his tongue inside of you, Geto sucks your clit, moaning as he does so. They totally devour you whole, the lewd sounds of their fat, wet tongues swirling between your thighs. Their faces are pressed flush against each other, cheek to cheek, as they give you two tongues to lose your mind over...and you do. "Oh, fuck!" you cry out, gripping the pillows beneath you. "God, My Lords, yes! More please! Don't stop!" 

Geto pulls away from your clit to smile, his violet eyes drinking in the way you massage your tits and tweak your nipples over your top. "You hear that, brother? She loves my mouth on that pretty clit." 

Zuko growls as he pulls his tongue out of your pussy, the muscle sticking with your juices. "You sure that isn't because my tongue is deep inside of her?" So the brothers turn to you, expecting the truth."Tell me, little one: do you like my tongue or my brother's?" Geto asks in his silky voice as he rips your top down, exposing both of your precious, full tits to them. 

"Both," you moan, surprised you can even speak. "Both of you are making me feel so good!" The brothers smile, satisfied with your answer. "Mmm, nice answer, baby," Geto hums. "Perhaps you'd like this tongue a bit lower?" 

And then his fat, pierced, royal tongue is sliding down between your asscheeks, licking and sucking greedily at the tiny hole. Zuko begins to suck and lick on your clit now, humming as he takes the tiny rosebud into his mouth and does wonders to it, his mouth made of magic. 

"Oh, my God!" you groan, your fingers lacing through their long, silky locks. Your back arches off of the floor, your body totally at their mercy. The vibrations of Geto's chuckle in your ass make you shudder, every sensation like a tidal wave of pleasure. "Mmm, naughty girl. Getting wetter from my tongue in your pretty little hole," he murmurs. 

So he can feel it. You noticed a brief few minutes ago after Geto started eating your ass that your pussy has gotten significantly wetter, and not just because of Zuko's eager tongue. You are gushing like a waterfall, sending your honey dripping into the mouths of the younger prince. "Fuck, I think she's close!" Zuko groans, feeling your pussy tightening around his tongue now. 

If he didn't feel that, you're sure he would've suspected by how loud you've gotten. Your moans and whimpers can't be contained anymore, bouncing off of his bedroom walls. "You're gonna cum for me now, sweetness?" Geto huskily asks, using his two fingers to gently rub at your asshole, making you damn near cream on yourself. 

Zuko snarls into your pussy, anger radiating through his muscles flexing underneath his robe. "No, she's gonna cum for me," he growls. "Stop distracting her." 

"I'm gonna cum for you both!" you desperately moan, grasping at their silky locks of hair, pushing them deeper into your holes, as far as they can possibly go. "Please, please make me cum, my Lords! Don't stop!" Zuko mumbles nonsense into your pussy while Geto laughs, speaking through wicked flicks of his tongue against your ass. "Never, little one. Just cum for us. Let go. We've got you now." 

And like a puppet on a string, pulled by the princes' wicked and convincing tongue strokes, you let out a loud whine as you cum all over their faces. You soak their smoothly-shaven cheeks and chins as you cream, flooding their mouths with your nectar straight from the source of your sweet-like-sugar pussy. They share groans of satisfaction and need as they slurp up your essence, making you cry out and whine as your pussy throbs and tingles with every agonizing stroke of their tongues.

When you finally come down from your high, a smile stretches across your face, matching the one sliding along the princes' lips. "Mmm-hmm," Zuko hums as he pecks your tummy, making you twitch. His fingers glide along your sweat-soaked skin, slightly warmed by his fire abilities. "Mmm, good girl," Geto praises you, giving your ass a squeeze. "How was that?"

You are more than happy to let him know: "Like heaven. Thank you, My Lords." You sit up from your fort of pillows, want racing through your veins as you gaze at the handsome men before you. "Now I must please you both as well." 

The princes must feel the fire radiating from your molten gaze because they don't hesitate giving you what you want. They each stand, racing each other to see who can do it the fastest. "Let's get her on the bed," Zuko requests. "I don't want her on the floor doing this." 

You grin when he offers you a hand to help you stand. "How sweet of you, My Lord," you hum, taking his hand in yours, but even as you stand, your legs feel like jelly. Luckily, you have a certain young prince to help you. Surprising both himself, Geto, and you, he scoops you up into his arms and carries you over to his bed. "Oh!" you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

Geto watches sourly, following behind. "Show-off," he scoffs. Zuko gives him a wink, pleased with himself. "Don't look so upset, brother. I'm just playing your own game is all...and winning." 

Your giggles continue as Zuko swiftly walks over to the bed and gently places you down on the satin sheets, soft to the touch. The two princes stand at the foot of the bed, looking over your curves like you're a dessert plate. "So what are you waiting for, brother?" Geto asks, slyly smirking at Zuko. "Get udnressed and drop your pants...unless you're too afraid to get shown up by me." 

As you laze about on the sheets, biting your lip in anticipation, you watch the Firelords disrobe for you. Your eyes are drawn to their fingers as they untie their robes while their eyes are locked soley on your beautiful face and body. Your arousal practically explodes and spills over when they expose their toned bodies to you, every part of them carved with muscle, their lower stomaches adorned in patches of fine black hair. 

When their pants are finally off, you come face to face with what you've dreaming about for ages. Their dicks are just as beautiful as you pictured them being—different in size and shape, one thicker than the other, the other curving upward, but both throbbing, rock hard, and ready for you. 

Geto raises a teasing brow down at you and your dreamy expression. "Well? You wanted to suck some royal dicks, right? Here you are now, little dancer." He wraps a hand around himself, gently pumping from base to tip. "Take them, little one, but you must do your very best for us, okay?" 

Zuko flushes as you sit up in front of them, flashing him your naked tits, much to his dick's enjoyment. "Of course, Your Highness," you purr. "I would give you nothing less." You begin slow, using some body oil on the bedside table next to you to pour onto their hard dicks and into your palms, making both slick and shiny. 

Then it's strictly about pleasing the two princes. Stroking, pumping, and sucking. Your pussy gushes at each deep moan, gasp, and swear that escapes the princes' lips as you alternate between sucking and stroking them. Geto throws his long hair back and moans in ecstasy as you pump him with your mouth, your lush, wet lips sliding up and down his shaft. 

"Ah, fuck," he sighs, his handsome face contorted in pleasure. "God, that's fucking good." His big hand tangles in your hair, holding you firm, while Zuko watches in awe as your dainty hand strokes his dick in tandem. "Her hand feels good t-too," he stammers. You pull away from Geto's cock, strands of spit connecting his cockhead to your bottom lip. 

"It feels good, my Prince?" you purr, staring at Zuko through your lashes. "Would you like my mouth as well?" Zuko can't even speak; he can only jerkingly nod as his cock twitches in your palm. You smile and wrap your mouth around him next, sliding him deep into your throat and against your tongue. Zuko's eyes widen at the new sensations, his mouth agape as your tight, wet throat closes around him and slides up and down his shaft. 

"Oh, fuck!" he moans, clenching his fists at his sides as you bob up and down his dick, moaning in enjoyment. Geto watches on through hooded eyes, fucking your hand slick with oil. 

You continue to work Zuko's dick in your throat, hollowing your cheeks and staring into his eyes. When you need to breathe, you slide him out of your throat only to suck and lick on his tip, earning a desperate hiss through his teeth. "Y-You...oh, fuck, how do you do that with your tongue?" 

"This?" you ask before you push the brothers' cocks together and lick both of their tips at the same time, earning wanton groans in response. You continue to alternate between them, giving them as much tender, love, and care as possible, causing your own spit to pool down your chin and soak your tits. 

But Geto soon takes initiative, your mouth too much for him, and grips your hair as he pushes himself deep down your throat. You gag in surprise, but you don't dare push him away, letting him use your throat for his pleasure. "Deeper," he grunts. "Come on now, love, don't give up. Take that fucking dick." 

His moans are aphrodiasics to you as he fucks your mouth, his balls gently slapping against your chin. Black strands of hair hang in his handsome face, his composure lost as he thrusts deeper and deeper, filling your throat up with his cock. Zuko practically melts at the lewd sight, his cock growing bigger and thicker as he watches your mouth stretch around his brother's dick. 

Geto notices and smiles, pulling out with a groan to tap his dick against your tongue. "You wanna try, brother?" he pants. "Just fuck her throat nice and deep. Make her take it." After some coaching, Zuko swallows hard and slides himself inside of your mouth. 

Obediently, you take his slow, deep thrusts as he gets used to your throat closing around him, causing more spit to drip down your chin, making you look like a professional cock slut. The moans that Zuko lets out are choked and wanton, traveling straight to your soaked pussy. You can't help but play with yourself as Zuko fucks your throat, using it as he would a fleshlight. 

Geto notices your fingers working between your thighs and smiles, raising his brows. "Oooo, someone's being quite naughty," he chuckles. "I suspect you need to be treated kindly down here again, sweetness?" Slowly, he switches places and climbs onto the bed behind you, placing his big hands on your hips. You feel his cock nudge your pussy lips apart, allowing your wetness to drench his tip. 

"You want this dick now, darling? Can you take me and my brother at the same time?" Zuko groans as he slips out of your throat, allowing you to speak, which you eventually do once your moaning over Geto's cock rubbing against your pussy stops. "Yes!" you gasp. "Please fuck me, Suguru! I need y—" 

You can't finish because he's already sliding in, filling you to the brim with dick. Your mouth falls agape as you're stretched open on his thick dick, expanding on every sensation you've ever felt. "S-Sorry, love, but your begging was just too damn cute," the older prince stammers, biting his lush bottom lip as you squeeze him tight. "Y-you—oh, fuck—feel so fucking good." 

Zuko watches you bounce against his brother's dick buried deep inside of you, your tits swaying enticingly back and forth. "Don't tire her out. I still need to fuck her too." Geto chuckles, moving his fingers down to rub your clit in time with his breathtaking thrusts. "Sure...if she doesn't cum too hard. I'm known for doing that to women."

An irritated growl escapes Zuko as he slides his cock in your mouth again, keeping his thrusts a bit slower and lighter to not overwhelm you. How sweet of him. "Just fuck her and shut up," he growls. "I'll show you that I can do just as good of a job." Geto raises an interested brow, his smirk wicked and sly. "Oh, can you now? I'll hold you to that, little brother." 

And then together, the two fuck you off of their cocks, pushing and pulling you back and forth. It is like some erotic seesaw, the rhythm building the more they fuck your dripping holes. Zuko's resolve drops with every thrust of his dick down your tight throat and ripple of your ass bouncing back against Geto's cock. "That's it," he grunts. "You suck me so well, baby. So fucking good!" 

The way you squeal and moan around Zuko's cock makes Geto fuck you a little faster, placing a foot on the bed. It drives him deeper inside of you, to the point where you damn near feel him in your tummy. "Yeah? You like sucking my brother's fat dick while I fuck you with mine?" he pants. "That pussy certainly seems to."

Your pussy concurs, dripping over his fingers as he rubs your clit in time with his thrusts. You feel his eyes roll over your curves, drinking in the way sweat rolls off of your blessed body. "Fuck yes," he hisses. "How is this body so amazing, hm?" He begins to harshly palm your ass, indulging in the way your soft asscheeks ripple and bounce in time with his thrusts. Your body tingles at his touch, needing more. "Spank me!" you whimper. 

"Seriously?" Zuko asks, surprised by such a request. But Geto is grinning like a kid on Christmas. "Oh, I'm gonna have some fun with you, little one." He then raises his palm and swats your ass repeatedly, the harsh sounds of his hand coming down on your ass exploding against the bedroom walls.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

The assault on your ass combined with Geto's mind-melting thrusts is too much and soon, you feel your second orgasm cresting like a full moon. "M'gonna cum!" you moan around Zuko's cock. "Please harder, My Lord! Fuck me faster!" Geto's groan is fit for a porno, filled with need and desperation. "Of course, cutie. Anything you want." 

So he thrusts harder, faster, his balls slapping against your clit. Sparks of pleasure explode through your body as you bounce back against his dick, practically fucking yourself as he pounds into you, taking and giving at the same time. "Such cute begging. Such a sweetheart," he grunts. He leans forward, capturing your tits in both of his big palms. "Gonna make me fucking cum. Make me breed you." 

The idea of being bred by one of the princes–or both–turns you on more than you care to admit. You can only moan around Zuko's throbbing dick as Geto fucks your pussy like he owns it, chasing his orgasm. "M'gonna cum!" he groans. "You ready, little one? Ready to take this load?" 

"Mmm-hmm!" you moan around Zuko's dick twitching in your throat. You don't get a chance to prepare before a hot rush of cum is flooding your insides, followed by a loud groan from Geto as he empties himself inside of you. You quickly cum as well, shuddering and shaking as your orgasm takes you on a journey through the stars and beyond. 

Zuko watches as your eyes roll back with his cock still stuffed in your mouth, your orgasm taking complete control in addition to the hot gush of spunk that Geto gives you. It seems to last forever until Geto's grip on your tits eases and his thrusts grow sloppy until they finally slow. 

He sighs as he slooooowly slides out of you, groaning at the gush of cum that manages to escape your pussy. You slide your mouth off of Zuko's cock and collapse between them, totally spent and breathless. Geto smirks at Zuko, cocky and proud of his work. "Told you she'd tap out," he chuckles. Gently, he strokes your ass, leaning down to check on you. "Tuckered out, little dancer? Or can you take more?" 

More. Yes. Your body reacts immediately, igniting with need like a wildfire. You slowly sit up on your knees, staring into the worried gaze of Prince Zuko. "Do you wish to continue? We can stop if you—oh, fuck!" 

He doesn't get a chance to finish because of your vicious sucking again, swallowing him whole and giving him a few pumps of your throat that make his toes curl. You pull away, lips coated in spit and pre-cum, bating your lashes at him. "Please fuck me, my Lord," you whimper. "I need to make you feel good too." 

Zuko stares, blushing and intensely aroused, while Geto smirks at the sight. "You heard the girl. So you gonna show me up or what?" As if a switch flips, Zuko's shy demeanor vanishes, replaced with someone so determined to please you. "I want her on her back," he requests above a growl. "I want her to look at me when I make her cum." 

His lewd words sound like a promise to your ears, fierce and impassioned, making your stomach flip with anticipation for what will come next...and hopefully cum next too. 

Moments later, you're taken to euphoria again when Zuko is fucking you in missionary, hips slamming against yours as you lay back against Geto's broad chest. He holds your legs open for his brother, watching as Zuko fucks your pussy into his bed. The lewd noises of his dick sloshing and squelching in your wet pussy drifts through the air, mixing with your loud moans and his groans of pleasure. 

There is a symphony of sex swimming in the air, uninterrupted or silenced, only growing more intense the deeper and faster Zuko fucks you. "Oh, my God, yes!" you wail against the bedsprings creaking. "That's so good, Zuko, fuck!" 

The younger prince smiles, black strands of his hair cascading over his broad shoulders and face glistening in beads of sweat glistening in the moonlight. "Yeah? Better than my brother, right?" Geto glares from behind you, teasing your hard nipples as his brother continues to pound you into the mattress. "Watch it. I could snatch that pussy away from you easily." 

Zuko breathlessly chuckles, his cock somehow twitching in your pussy at the prospect of such a challenge. "Doesn't seem like she'd like that," he grunts. "She—oooo, fuck, she's squeezing around me so tight!" He pauses to spit on your pussy, a drop of saliva dripping from his mouth to drench your puffy, sticky pussy lips. 

You can only gasp as he slides in again, deeper, making you take every thick inch of him. Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls slack on desperate, loud moans and gasps as he draws himself inside of you, trapping you between himself and his brother. "I want to devour you, little dancer," he groans. "Wanna keep you here and make you mine over and over again." 

He leans down to press himself against you, using his arms to hold himself up, encasing you in a prison of muscle that you don't want to escape. He presses his forehead against yours, staring deep into the very loins of your soul as he fucks you deep. "Would you like that?" he whispers. 

You only whine in response, unable to formulate proper words. Geto laces a hand around your throat, squeezing. "Answer my brother, pretty girl. You wanna stay here and let my brother fuck you until you cum over and over again?" Zuko goes harder. Faster. Pistoning that dick inside of you and forcing you to answer. "Yes!" you wail. "Both of you! I want both of you, please!" 

Geto's chest rumbles as he softly laughs, wrapping those big arms around you to hold you close as Zuko pins your thighs apart to fuck you in semi-mating press. "Then cum for me," Zuko grunts. "Give me all of that honey, baby, please. I need it. Please, please, please."

His begging is a straight drug lacing through your veins, getting closer and closer to yet another intense orgasm. Geto kisses down your neck as he squeezes you tight, anchoring you down before you float off as your orgasm crests. "Give it to him now, darling," he whispers. "Cum for him. Cum for us again."

It doesn't take long—not with the way Zuko is desperately moaning above you as he chases his orgasm head on, his cock sliding against your slick, wet pussy walls until he can't take much more. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" he gasps. "I-I can't...stop! Gonna fill you up!" 

Plap, plap, plap goes his hips against your thighs as his thrusts grow faster and faster until finally— 

"Fuck!" you both gasp in unison as Zuko floods your insides with his cum and you drench him in your cream, finally released from your bottle of self control. Your body would definitely be levitating if it isn't for Geto's beefy arms snaking around you, holding you close and holding you down, forcing you to take his brother's load deep inside of you. 

Your eyes roll back and your body twitches as you cum, cum, and cum, drenching Zuko's cock and balls in your honey. He groans as he fills you, his dick twitching inside of you as the last of his spurts of spunk escape him and enter you, breeding you the same as his brother did moments before.

Finally spent, Zuko slowly pulls out of you, collapsing onto his back, his muscular body slick with sweat illuminated by the moonlight. For a while, there is only comfortable silence spiked with the afterglow of sex. "That was amazing," you finally sigh, delirious. 

"Mmm-hmm," Geto hums in agreement. "Except..." He grips your chin and squeezes it tight, forcing you to look back at him. His violet eyes are firm yet fiery, making your stomach flip with excitement. "What do you say?" he asks, his tone dripping with authority. 

You aren't sure what he means at first, your brain still mushy from your three orgasms. But then you realize it when Zuko snuggles up to your side and kisses your cheek. "Thank you, my princes," you whisper. Geto smiles and pecks your lips, satisfied. "You're very welcome, little one. Now let's get you cleaned up." 

You thought tonight couldn't get any better, but that's before Geto carries you off to Zuko's large bathchambers and runs some hot water in a stone pool for you. Zuko adds some kind of liquid that has an herbal scent to the water, turning it a slight teal color and creating bubbles. The brothers get into the steaming water first before offering you their hands. "Careful now," Geto murmurs. "Gently. The water isn't going anywhere." 

You take their hands and slowly step into the pool, hissing at the heat at first. But soon, the water soothes your tired muscles and you melt into the bubbles. Zuko pulls you towards him, letting you lean back against his broad chest while you face Geto, your feet on his beating heart. "Good?" Zuko asks. 

"Yes," you sigh, content. "I am the envy of all women right now." Geto smiles, gently kissing both of your feet as you relax further into the water. "And we are the envy of all men. You made us feel so good tonight, love." 

The praise fuels you the way the herbal-scented water does, making you feel brand new. In this little world with the three of you, surrounded by nothing but the bubbles and water, you feel like nothing and no one matters. Just tonight. Just this moment of bliss. 

So you lean against Zuko's chest and hum with contentment, smiling when he tangles his fingers in your wet hair, allowing yourself to fall completely and totally in the little sanctuary your princes have built...even if it's just for tonight.

"The only question is whose dick made you cum more?" Geto asks. "Mine or my brother's?"

SPLASH!

Geto suddenly gets a mouthful of soapy water flung at him by his brother while you giggle profusely. "Get the fuck out, Geto," Zuko growls. "Or I'll drown you."

THE END.

[mimimochis]

✩ three’s a crowd ✩

Summary: Satoru Gojo had been hopelessly in love with his best friend Suguru Geto for as long as he could remember, which was exactly why he was determined to hate you the moment you entered their lives. But somewhere along the way, that resentment turned into an undeniable crush, and just as Satoru resigned himself to believing neither you nor Suguru could ever return his feelings, he’s soon to discover that he couldn’t have been more wrong.

Content warning: polyamorous relationships, satoru x suguru x reader, seemingly unrequited love, satosugu are about 20, non curses au, eventual smut, initial jealousy, satoru is bi, suguru is pan, gasp!! they were roommates

tagslist here: @genosblackwife @whispersingojo @6x-x9 @megumisrighttoe @laisaj-21 @sissi4tete @tchmiya @strawbscakes @cateleya21

additional info: will be 2-3 parts, part 1 will be out in a few days just trust me

[xxlorinmower]

tigerkuna

[ju6iter]

[kitty-kat-roxx]

Oh reiner I just wanna see u in red shibari frog tied and crying and begging to cum while ur edged with a magic wand vibrator🥹🫰

[aizawash0e]

Respectfully, I think dry humping in fics is a lost art that needs to be brought back 🙂‍↕️!

THERE I SAID IT!!

[rosiestrudel-deactivated2026052]

ACT THREE:: a royal and a cheshire

☆ ──꒰𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐙𝐄𝐋'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐗 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚

act two + series masterlist

╰┈❥ ⋮ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⌗ MDNI :: oral f receiving :: hurt/comfort :: unprotected piv sex :: kissing :: fem reader :: ever after high x jujutsu kaisen universe.

synopsis :: In a world where every story is already written, Suguru Geto was destined to spend his life locked away in a tower, waiting for the princess who was meant to set him free. You, the Cheshire Cat’s daughter, were never meant to follow any story at all.

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art creds to @/owwllly

a/n:: I LOVE THIS ONE. i wrote it like 2 weeks before gojo's chapter, so it might not be lore accurate tho and i had to rewrite it since i deleted it the first time... ENJOY!

The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of Suguru Geto’s dorm room in the east tower, painting the stone walls in warm gold. The space smelled faintly of jasmine and whatever herbal shampoo he was using this week. Geto stood in front of the large mirror above his dresser, sleeves rolled up, working through his six-step haircare routine with the kind of focused patience most people reserved for casting complex spells. His hair was fussy today. You had already lost count of how many times a strand slapped him in the face while another tried to choke him.

You were sprawled across his bed on your stomach, tail flicking lazily behind you, cat ears twitching at every small sound. Your grin was wide and mischievous as you watched him in the reflection.

“Aren’t you going to tell him?” you asked, voice light and teasing.

Geto didn’t look away from the mirror. He ran a wide-tooth comb slowly through a section of his long dark hair, de-tangling with careful strokes. “Nah. Let him suffer a little longer.”

You rolled onto your back, kicking your legs in the air with a soft laugh. The sheets were still warm from when he’d napped earlier, and you buried your face in his pillow for a second just to breathe him in. “You’re so mean. He’s been pacing around the quad like a lost puppy for days.”

Geto hummed, not disagreeing. He squeezed a small amount of leave-in conditioner into his palm, rubbing it between his hands before working it through the mid-lengths. Step two. His movements were precise, almost meditative. You loved watching him like this—completely in his own world, yet always aware of you in the room.

You rolled again, this time sideways, tangling yourself further in the blankets. Your tail swished across the duvet, knocking one of his neatly folded towels onto the floor. “Oops.”

He glanced over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “You’re going to mess up the bed I just made.”

“That’s the point,” you said sweetly, grinning wider. Your sharp canines flashed. “Makes it more fun when we mess it up later.”

Geto shook his head, but the corner of his mouth twitched. He went back to his routine, applying a smoothing serum next, fingers gliding through the lengths with practiced ease. The quiet between you felt comfortable, familiar. You had been doing this for months now—slipping into his room between classes, teasing him while he took care of his hair, stealing his hoodies and teleporting away before he could grab you back.

You watched him start step four, the deep conditioning mask. He sectioned his hair with clips, movements smooth and unhurried. The silence stretched pleasantly until you got bored of rolling around. With a playful glint in your eyes, you disappeared.

First your abdomen faded, then your limbs, until only your wide grin remained floating in the air above his bed for a few cheeky seconds. Then that vanished too.

Geto didn’t even flinch. He’d grown used to it.

A moment later your grin reappeared right behind him, floating near his left shoulder. Then your face followed, ears perked, followed quickly by the rest of you. You pressed against his back, arms sliding around his waist as you peeked over his shoulder into the mirror.

“Hi,” you purred, tail curling around his leg.

“You’re going to make me drop the mask,” he said, but he didn’t sound mad. His free hand came down to rest on your arm, thumb brushing your wrist.

You reached past him for the small ornate bottle you’d brought earlier. “I got you something from Wonderland. Special oil. The caterpillar said it works wonders on stubborn strands.” You uncorked it and poured a few drops onto your fingers. The scent was warm and slightly floral, with a hint of something magical that made the air shimmer faintly.

Geto watched you in the mirror as you reached up and started working the oil into the section of hair he hadn’t gotten to yet. Your fingers moved gently but firmly, massaging it from root to tip. Almost immediately the strands seemed to relax under your touch, settling smoother, almost leaning into your hand. A few loose pieces even curled lightly around your fingers, wrapping softly like they wanted to hold on.

You smiled wider, ears flicking. “See? They like me better than you.”

“They have good taste,” Geto murmured. He set down the conditioning brush and let you take over, leaning back slightly into your chest. Your tail flicked happily behind you, brushing against his thigh.

You continued the massage, working the oil through with both hands now. The long dark hair felt silky under your palms, still slightly damp from the earlier wash. Every time you stroked downward, more of it seemed to calm, the usual restless movement slowing until it draped peacefully over your hands. A thick lock curled affectionately around your wrist, holding gently.

Geto let out a slow breath, eyes half-lidded in the mirror. “That feels good.”

“Yeah?” You rested your chin on his shoulder, purring softly near his ear. “Good enough to tell him?”

He chuckled low. “Still no. He can wait.”

You nipped at his earlobe, playful. “Cruel. I like it.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while. You massaging the oil through the rest of his hair while he finished the remaining steps around your help. Step five was a heat protectant spray. Step six, the final serum. By the end his hair looked glossy and perfect, falling smoothly down his back. Your hands were still in it, though, fingers combing lazily now that the routine was done.

You teleported again suddenly, appearing sitting cross-legged on the dresser in front of him. Your tail curled around a bottle of his shampoo, tail tip flicking against the glass. “You know he’s going to figure it out eventually. Especially with Legacy Day coming up.”

Geto stepped between your knees, hands settling on your hips. “Maybe. But watching him spiral is entertaining.” His thumbs traced small circles on your sides, eyes warm as they met yours. “Besides, I’m more interested in what we’re doing right now.”

You leaned forward and bumped your forehead against his. Your cat ears brushed his bangs. “And what are we doing, exactly?”

“Whatever we want,” he said simply. He kissed you then, slow and deep, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck. You melted into it, purring louder, tail wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. When he pulled back, his lips were slightly shiny. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Only if you’re lucky,” you teased, grinning against his mouth.

He kissed you again, harder this time, hands gripping your thighs as he lifted you off the dresser. You wrapped your legs around him instinctively, arms around his neck. The two of you moved back toward the bed in a clumsy, laughing shuffle. You teleported mid-step just to mess with him, appearing already lying down with your head on the pillows, grin floating above you before your body followed.

Geto rolled his eyes fondly and crawled over you, caging you in with his arms. His freshly oiled hair fell around both of you like a dark curtain. “Cheater.”

“Always,” you said proudly. Your tail flicked up to brush along his spine.

The mood between you shifted easily from playful to something warmer, more charged. His fingers traced the edge of one of your ears, making it twitch. You arched up into him, hands sliding under his shirt to feel the smooth skin of his back. The afternoon light was fading outside, turning the room softer, more intimate.

Geto pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then lower. “You’re going to wrinkle my shirt.”

“You’re going to take it off anyway soon anyway,” you countered, already tugging at the fabric.

He laughed quietly, the sound vibrating against your neck. You helped him pull the shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere across the room. Your hands roamed over his chest, admiring the lean muscle and the way his hair now spilled freely over his shoulders. You reached up and ran your fingers through it again. The strands curled happily around your digits, holding on like they never wanted to let go.

“See?” you whispered. “They missed me.”

Geto hummed in agreement, kissing you once more. The weight of him above you felt perfect, grounding. Outside, the campus continued its usual rhythm—students heading to evening classes, the distant sound of someone practicing flute near the fountains. But in here it was just the two of you, the familiar teasing, the easy affection that had grown stronger over the past months.

You nipped at his bottom lip. “Still not going to tell him?”

“Not yet,” he murmured, smiling against your skin. “Let him figure it out on his own.”

You laughed, bright and unrestrained, and pulled him down again. The oil from Wonderland left a faint pleasant scent on your hands as you tangled them deeper in his hair. Whatever secret he was keeping could wait. Right now, with his body warm against yours and his hair wrapped gently around your fingers, everything else felt far away.

The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the bed. Geto’s routine was long finished, but neither of you were in any hurry to leave this moment. There would be time for confessions and Legacy Day drama later.

The last drops of oil glistened on your fingers as you gave Suguru’s hair one final, slow stroke. The dark strands had gone completely calm under your touch, draping smoothly down his back and curling affectionately around your wrists like they refused to let go.

Suguru let out a low, satisfied hum, eyes half-lidded in the mirror. He turned around slowly, hands settling on your hips where you still sat on the dresser. His thumbs traced small circles over the fabric of your skirt.

“You did a good job,” he murmured, voice lower than usual. A small smirk played on his lips. “I think you deserve a reward for helping with my hair.”

Your ears perked up, tail flicking behind you with interest. “Oh? What kind of reward?”

Instead of answering with words, Suguru leaned in and kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against yours until your head felt pleasantly fuzzy. When he pulled back, his eyes had darkened with clear intent.

He lifted you off the dresser like you weighed nothing, carrying you the few steps to his bed. He laid you down gently on your back, crawling over you until his long hair spilled around both of you like a curtain. “Let me take care of you,” he said softly against your lips. “You’ve been such a good girl today.”

Your breath caught as he kissed down your neck, then lower, pushing your shirt up and tugging your skirt and panties down in one smooth motion. He settled between your thighs, strong hands spreading them wider. Your tail curled nervously-excitedly against the sheets.

Suguru looked up at you through his lashes, a rare soft smile on his face. “Relax.”

He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your slit, tasting you with a pleased sound. Your back arched instantly, a soft mewl escaping your throat. He didn’t rush. He took his time licking broad stripes over your folds, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it gently between his lips.

“Fuck— Suguru,” you gasped, fingers threading into his hair.

The moment you tugged lightly on the dark strands, his hair seemed to respond, wrapping loosely around your fingers like it wanted more. You pulled again, a little firmer, and he groaned against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. He licked deeper, tongue pushing inside you before returning to your clit with focused, wet strokes.

You writhed beneath him, hips rolling against his mouth. Every gentle pull on his hair made him work harder, sucking and licking with perfect pressure. Your cat ears flattened against your head in pleasure, tail thrashing wildly beside you on the bed.

He slid two fingers inside you without warning, curling them just right while his mouth stayed on your clit. The wet sounds filled the room, filthy and intimate. You moaned louder, gripping his hair tighter, guiding him exactly where you needed.

“Right there— don’t stop—”

He didn’t. He kept the steady rhythm until your thighs started shaking around his head. Pleasure coiled tight in your belly, then snapped. You came with a broken cry, tugging hard on his hair as your walls clenched around his fingers. He worked you through it, licking you gently until you were twitching and oversensitive.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were shiny and his eyes were dark with want. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking unfairly composed except for the flush on his cheeks.

You were still catching your breath when he shed the rest of his clothes. His cock was hard and flushed, curving slightly upward. He climbed back over you, kissing you so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

“Want you,” you whispered against his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist.

Suguru groaned softly. He lined himself up and pushed inside you in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You both moaned at the feeling. He stayed still for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, breathing you in.

Then he started moving.

At first his thrusts were deep and steady, hips rolling against yours in a rhythm that made your toes curl. Your hands stayed in his hair, pulling gently every time he hit that perfect spot inside you. His hair kept reacting, strands wrapping around your wrists and fingers like living silk.

“Feels so good,” he murmured, voice rough. He kissed you again, messy and desperate, as his pace gradually picked up. The bed creaked under you. Skin slapped against skin. Your tail curled around his thigh, holding him closer.

Suguru fucked you harder for a while, chasing the pleasure, then slowed again, grinding deep and slow like he wanted it to last forever. Every thrust dragged against that sensitive spot inside you until you were whimpering into his mouth.

He came first this time, burying himself deep with a low groan, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you. The feeling pushed you over the edge again, clenching around him as another orgasm washed over you, softer and longer.

For a minute you just breathed together, bodies sticky and warm. Suguru stayed inside you for a little while longer before carefully pulling out. He disappeared for a moment to grab a warm cloth, then came back and cleaned you up with gentle hands.

Aftercare with Suguru was always like this.

He pulled you against his chest, spooning you from behind. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other sliding under your head. His long hair, still slightly scented with that Wonderland oil, draped over both of you. Several thick strands curled around your body like a second blanket, wrapping loosely around your waist, one thigh, and even gently around your tail.

You purred, sleepy and content, pressing back into his warmth. Your ears twitched lazily as he kissed the back of your neck.

“Comfy?” he asked quietly, voice soft with affection.

“Mhm.” You nuzzled into the pillow, eyes already half-closed. “Your hair likes me more than you.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm against your skin. “Can’t blame it.” One of his hands stroked slowly up and down your side, soothing. “You’re warm. And you smell nice. And you help with my routine.”

You smiled, tail curling around his calf. The two of you fit together perfectly like this—his taller frame curled protectively around your smaller one, his hair acting like a living embrace. The room had grown darker as evening settled over the campus, but neither of you made any move to get up.

Suguru pressed another kiss behind your ear. “Thank you for the oil. And for calming them down.”

“Anytime,” you mumbled, already drifting. Your voice came out slow and sleepy-cat soft. “Even if you won’t tell him yet.”

He laughed quietly. “Still no. But maybe soon.”

You didn’t push. You were too comfortable, too full of warmth and the pleasant ache between your legs. His fingers kept tracing lazy patterns on your hip. His hair stayed wrapped around you, gentle and secure, like it never wanted to let go.

Outside, the towers of Ever After High stood quiet under the emerging stars. Inside Suguru’s dorm, the world felt small and safe. Just the two of you, tangled together, breathing in sync.

You purred again, softer this time, as sleep finally pulled you under. Suguru stayed awake a little longer, holding you close, his hair still lightly curled around your body like a silent promise.

Whatever secret he was keeping could wait until tomorrow.

For tonight, this was enough.

The lecture hall for Advanced Destiny Theory was only half-full, the usual morning chatter mixing with the scratch of quills on parchment. Suguru Geto sat near the center, posture relaxed, his long dark hair tied in a loose half-up style after last night’s routine. You were supposed to be three rows back. Of course, that rule had never applied to you.

Right as Professor Baba launched into a lecture on narrative binding, your grin appeared beside Geto’s left shoulder, floating cheerfully. Then the rest of you materialized, dropping into the empty seat next to him with a soft pop of displaced air. Your cat ears twitched happily, tail curling around his ankle under the desk.

“Morning,” you whispered, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his jaw.

Geto exhaled through his nose, but the corner of his mouth curved. “You’re going to get us written up again.”

“Worth it,” you said, already digging into your pocket. You pulled out a small silver spoon you’d lifted from a tea party yesterday and slipped it smoothly into the back of his hair. The dark strands shifted on their own, wrapping around the spoon and tucking it neatly out of sight.

Geto reached up, fingers brushing the hidden lump. “Stop treating my hair like your contraband vault.”

“But it likes it,” you purred, scratching gently at the base of his neck where the strands met skin. Several locks immediately curled around your fingers in response, holding on softly.

Across the aisle, Gojo leaned over, sunglasses perched low on his nose. “You two are sickeningly domestic. Not even a little scared about disappearing if you skip signing the Storybook? Legacy Day is right around the corner and you’re playing hide-and-seek with stolen goods.”

Geto shrugged, calm as ever. “Nah.”

You grinned wider, tail flicking. “We’re fine.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow. “That’s all? I’m over here losing sleep about apples and losing the love of my life to a prison of mirrors and you two are just vibing. It’s almost insulting.”

You teleported again, vanishing completely except for your floating grin lingering near Geto’s ear for a dramatic second. Then even that disappeared.

A heartbeat later your grin reappeared on his right side. You fully materialized and dropped a shiny golden button into his hair. The strands welcomed it instantly, folding over the button and hiding it perfectly.

Geto sighed, but tilted his head slightly to help. “You’re impossible.”

“Your hair disagrees,” you said sweetly, running your fingers through the front sections. The dark locks wrapped around your hand, almost vibrating under your touch.

Gojo watched the exchange with growing frustration and amusement. “You know most people are panicking, right? Sukuna’s probably planning something dramatic to stay with his pretty cupid girl. I’m trying to get my story straight and you two are out here acting like the rules don’t exist.”

Geto glanced at him. “Maybe they don’t. Not the way everyone thinks.”

You teleported onto Geto’s lap this time, legs draped sideways, arms looping around his neck. He caught you automatically, one hand resting on your thigh. His hair shifted again, a few strands curling around your waist like a living belt.

Professor Baba cleared her throat sharply from the front. “Miss Cheshire, please return to your assigned seat or I will have to separate you two.”

You gave the professor your sweetest smile and teleported back to your original chair. But not before slipping a small crystal charm into Geto’s hair. The strands swallowed it eagerly.

The rest of class passed with you blinking in and out of existence every few minutes, each time adding another tiny stolen treasure to Geto’s hair. A thimble. A tiny key. A playing card. Every single item disappeared into the dark lengths, hidden flawlessly while the hair itself seemed to preen under your attention.

When class finally ended, the three of you walked out into the bright quad together. Gojo couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Okay, seriously,” he said, falling into step beside you. “What’s going on? You’re both way too relaxed about Legacy Day. Everyone else is terrified of vanishing and you two are just… dating in public and turning Suguru’s hair into a smuggling operation.”

You leaned against Geto’s side, purring softly. “We have inside information.”

Gojo stopped walking. “What kind of inside information?”

You teleported in front of him, grin appearing first, followed by the rest of you. Your tail swished. “Wonderland kids have known the truth for generations. The Storybook of Legends doesn’t make you disappear if you don’t sign. It just loses its power over you. You step outside the main narrative, but you still exist. My mother told me years ago. All of us from Wonderland know.”

Gojo’s mouth fell open. “You’re joking.”

“Nope,” you said cheerfully. “So when we say we’re not worried, we mean it. I told Suguru months ago.”

Geto slid an arm around your shoulders, calm and unbothered. “And I decided it was more entertaining to watch you scramble.”

Gojo stared at his friend, betrayed. “You’ve been letting me stress about this for weeks because it’s funny? LEGACY DAY IS IN TWO DAYS AND I'VE BEEN PUSHING MY GIRL AWAY FOR NOTHING?”

“Pretty much,” Geto confirmed, not even pretending to feel guilty. His hair shifted, letting the silver spoon peek out for a second before tucking it away again.

You laughed, pressing closer to Geto. “He finds your suffering amusing.”

Gojo ran both hands through his white hair, groaning dramatically. “I can’t believe this. My best friend is hoarding the one piece of information that would stop me from having a breakdown every night, and his cat-girl girlfriend is enabling him while using his hair as a treasure chest.”

“Very effective treasure chest,” you added, reaching up to pet the dark strands. They curled happily around your fingers.

Geto kissed the top of your head. “She’s right.”

Gojo pointed at both of you. “You’re both terrible. I’m telling everyone.”

“Go ahead,” Geto said. “They won’t believe you. Most people here are too attached to the idea that the book controls everything.”

You teleported onto Geto’s back, arms around his neck, legs around his waist. He adjusted his grip on your thighs without missing a beat. His hair wrapped gently around your arms and waist, securing you in place like it had done last night.

Gojo shook his head, but he was smiling now, the heavy tension in his shoulders finally easing. “I hate you both. But also thank you. I think.”

You rested your chin on Geto’s head, purring. “Anytime.”

The rest of the morning passed in easy chaos. You kept teleporting around Geto during breaks, hiding more random shiny objects in his hair. He pretended to scold you every time, but never actually stopped you. His hair, on the other hand, actively helped—shifting and curling to conceal everything perfectly while reaching out for your hands whenever you got close.

By lunch, Gojo had mostly recovered from the betrayal and was bombarding you with questions about Wonderland lore. You answered between bites of stolen pastries, tail flicking happily as you sat half in Geto’s lap at the dining table.

Geto watched the two of you with quiet amusement, occasionally feeding you bites from his own plate. Every so often a student would stare at the way his hair moved on its own or at how openly affectionate you both were. Neither of you cared.

When the bell rang for the next class, you slipped your hand into Geto’s. His fingers laced with yours immediately. His hair brushed softly against your shoulder, warm and familiar.

“Still not telling him everything?” you whispered as both you walked back to his dorm. He had asked a little someone to erase every conversation he had today from Gojo's mind. For funsies he says. Because it's apparently going to entertaining to see Satoru push away his girl just to realize everything in two days.

Geto smirked. “Not yet. Let him suffer just a little longer.”

You laughed brightly, the sound carrying across the quad. Whatever Legacy Day brought, you and Geto would face it together—playful, unbothered, and completely unafraid of a book that no longer held power over you.

The moon hung high over Ever After High, casting silver light across the west tower dorms. Only two days remained until Legacy Day. The campus felt heavier with anticipation, but inside Suguru’s room the atmosphere was quieter, more intimate.

You had teleported back in earlier after paying a visit to your mother in Wonderland without your usual dramatic flair. No floating grin lingering in the air, no cheeky comments. You were curled up on his bed now, knees drawn to your chest, staring at the wall with a small pout you kept trying to hide.

Geto had just finished his evening hair routine. He turned from the mirror, dark strands falling smoothly down his back, and looked at you. Something was off.

Your cat ears were drooping, pressed flat against your head. Your tail, usually in constant playful motion, lay still against the sheets, barely twitching. You were pretending to flip through an old storybook on your lap, but your eyes weren’t moving across the pages.

He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed beside you. “You’ve been quiet tonight.”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach your eyes. You rolled onto your side, turning your back to him a little. “Just tired. Legacy Day stress or whatever.”

Geto watched you for a long moment. He reached out and gently ran his fingers along the base of one drooping ear. It flicked weakly under his touch but didn’t perk up like it normally would. Your tail gave one half-hearted swish and went still again.

“You’re not fine,” he said softly. “Your ears are down. Your tail isn’t moving. Talk to me.”

You stayed facing away, shoulders hunched. The silence stretched until you finally let out a shaky breath.

“I’m scared, Suguru.”

He shifted closer, one hand resting on your hip. “Scared of what?”

You turned slowly to face him, eyes glassy. “That you’ll get tired of me. Of all my shano— shena— whatever that word is. The teleporting, the stealing, hiding things in your hair, driving you crazy every day. Two days from now everything changes. If we don’t sign… you’re giving up your whole story. And I keep thinking… what if you regret it? What if you wake up one morning and wish you had followed your destiny instead? You could be in your tower, waiting for your rescue. With Manami. She’s the one the story picked for you. She’s supposed to be your fated one. Proper. Calm. Not chaotic like me.”

Your voice cracked on the last part. You looked down, ears flattening even more. “I keep imagining you realizing you made a mistake by choosing me. That you’d rather have the scripted ending than this… whatever we are.”

Geto was quiet for a second, processing the weight of your words. Then he reached out, cupping your face with both hands, thumbs gently brushing under your eyes.

“Hey,” he said firmly, voice low and steady. “Look at me.”

You did, reluctantly, golden eyes meeting his dark ones.

“I would never regret choosing you,” he said. “Not for a single day. Not for a single second. I don’t want the tower. I don’t want the scripted rescue. And I definitely don’t want Manami.”

You sniffled. “But she’s—”

“I don’t like her,” he cut in gently but decisively. “She’s boring. She follows every rule like it’s law. She talks about destiny like it’s the only thing that matters. Every time we’ve been forced to interact for rehearsals, I spend the entire time counting down the minutes until I can leave. She doesn’t make me laugh. She doesn’t challenge me. She doesn’t sneak into my room and turn my hair into a treasure chest or teleport onto my lap during class.”

A tiny, watery smile tugged at your lips, but doubt still lingered in your eyes.

Geto leaned in closer, forehead resting against yours. “I love your shenanigans. I love how you teleport around me just to mess with me. I love that your grin appears before the rest of you. I love coming back to my room and finding random shiny things hidden in my hair because you decided they belonged there. I love how your tail wraps around my leg when you’re happy. I love all of it.”

He brushed a strand of hair from your face, voice softening even more. “The Storybook doesn’t get to decide who I spend my life with. I choose you. I’ve been choosing you every single day since you started popping into my life with that floating smile. Two days from now, when we don’t sign, I’m not going to wake up wishing for a different ending. I’m going to wake up next to you — or with you teleporting on top of me — and be glad I’m free to do exactly that.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks. You wiped at them quickly, embarrassed. “Promise?”

“I promise.” He kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips — slow and lingering. “I’d rather spend the rest of my life figuring things out with you than live out some perfect tower rescue with someone I don’t even like. You make every day interesting. You make me happy. That’s more than any destiny could give me.”

You let out a shaky breath and finally uncurl, shifting closer to him. “I just… I got scared. Everyone keeps talking about what they’ll lose if they don’t sign. I started thinking maybe I’m the thing you’d lose by not signing.”

“Never,” he whispered against your hair. “You’re what I gain.”

You climbed into his lap, straddling him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. Geto held you close, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back while the other stroked gently behind your ears until they finally started to perk up again. Your tail began to sway, wrapping around his waist.

“Better?” he asked quietly.

You nodded against his shoulder. “Yeah. Sorry for being pouty.”

“Don’t apologize. I like knowing what’s going on in that chaotic head of yours.” He kissed the side of your neck. “Even when it’s worrying about things that will never happen.”

You stayed in his lap for a long while, just breathing each other in. The fear that had been gnawing at you slowly eased under his steady reassurance and warm hands.

Eventually Geto shifted you both, lying down on the bed and pulling you with him. He spooned you from behind, chest pressed to your back, arms wrapped securely around your waist. His long hair spilled over both of you. Several thick strands moved on their own, gently caressing your cheek, brushing softly against your ears, and curling lightly around your tail like a protective embrace.

You purred, the sound low and content, pressing back into his warmth. “Your hair is cuddling me again.”

“It likes you,” he murmured, lips brushing the back of your neck. “Almost as much as I do.”

Your ears twitched happily. The gentle caress of his hair against your skin felt soothing, almost like it was trying to wipe away the last traces of your insecurity. You intertwined your fingers with his where his hand rested on your stomach.

“Two days,” you whispered.

“Two days,” he agreed. “Then we start writing our own story. No towers. No rescues. Just us.”

You smiled in the dark, tail curling more firmly around his leg. The fear was still there, small and distant now, but Geto’s presence — his words, his arms, his hair gently stroking your cheek — made it feel manageable.

“I love you,” you said softly.

“I love you too,” he replied without hesitation. “Chaos and all.”

You drifted toward sleep like that — safe in his arms, wrapped in his warmth and the living silk of his hair that continued its gentle, affectionate caresses against your face. The weight of Legacy Day still loomed, but for tonight, it felt far away.

Geto stayed awake a little longer, holding you tighter, his hair continuing its soft ministrations until your breathing evened out completely and your tail stopped twitching in your sleep.

Whatever came in two days, he knew one thing for certain: he had already made his choice.

And it was you.

The morning of Legacy Day dawned bright and tense over Ever After High. The grand hall buzzed with nervous energy, students filing in wearing their finest ceremonial clothes. But Suguru Geto and you had chosen a different vantage point.

You both sat on a wide stone balcony overlooking the courtyard that led to the grand hall, far enough away to avoid the ceremony but close enough to watch everything unfold. Geto leaned against the railing, long dark hair loose and flowing down his back. You were half in his lap, tail curled comfortably around his waist, fingers idly playing with his hair.

“You’re really not going at all?” you asked, twisting a thick strand around your finger before letting it go. The hair immediately curled back toward your hand, seeking more attention.

Geto hummed, eyes fixed on the crowd below. “No point. We already know how this ends for us.”

You grinned, teleporting briefly so your floating smile appeared in front of his face before you reappeared fully, now straddling his lap facing him. “Good. More time for this.” You buried both hands in his hair, massaging his scalp gently. The dark strands wrapped around your wrists like they always did, warm and affectionate.

Down below, the ceremony had begun. Headmaster Grimm’s voice carried faintly on the wind as names were called. Geto’s gaze stayed sharp, focused on one figure in particular.

“There he goes,” Geto murmured.

You turned slightly, still playing with his hair, and spotted Gojo walking up to the podium in his pristine white suit. His hair was neatly styled for once, but you could see the tension in his shoulders even from this distance.

Sukuna had already gone. The four-armed figure had stood on stage, refused to sign, and remained completely solid when the minute of silence passed. The shock still rippled through the crowd below.

You watched Geto watch his friend. Your fingers never stopped moving through his hair, braiding small sections only to let them unravel again. The strands kept reaching for you, some of them brushing playfully against your cat ears.

Gojo stood at the Storybook of Legends now. The quill hovered in his hand. The entire courtyard seemed to hold its breath.

Then Gojo set the quill down.

His voice rang out clearly, even from where you sat. “I won’t sign it.”

A fresh wave of gasps echoed below. Geto’s shoulders relaxed. A small, genuine smile curved his lips as he watched Gojo step away from the podium and walk straight toward his girl—in the audience.

Suguru turned his head to look at you. His dark eyes were soft, warm with quiet satisfaction.

“I’m glad I didn’t let Cupid bind me to Manami,” he said quietly.

You paused your hands in his hair, ears perking up. “Yeah?”

He nodded, one arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. “I would’ve ended up in that tower, waiting for a rescue I didn’t want, with someone I never chose. Instead I get this.” His free hand came up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, thumb brushing the soft fur. “I get you teleporting into my room, hiding random things in my hair, making every day unpredictable. I get to be free with the person I actually love.”

Your tail swayed happily behind you. You leaned in and bumped your forehead against his. “Sap.”

“Only for you,” he replied, smiling wider.

Below, the ceremony was descending into controlled chaos. Students whispered frantically. Some looked inspired, others horrified. Gojo had reached the evil queen's daughter and pulled her into his arms in front of everyone. Even from the balcony you could see the relief in his posture.

You giggled softly, nuzzling into Geto’s neck. “Look at him. He finally did it.”

Geto’s hair shifted, several thick strands curling gently around your shoulders and waist, holding you securely against him. “Took him long enough. He was spiraling for weeks.”

“Because you thought it was funny to watch,” you teased, nipping at his jaw.

“Exactly.” He tilted his head to kiss you properly, slow and unhurried, like Legacy Day wasn’t happening just below you. When he pulled back, his expression was peaceful. “No regrets.”

“None,” you agreed.

You stayed like that on the balcony as the sun climbed higher. You kept playing with his hair, braiding and unbraiding, letting strands wrap around your fingers while your tail flicked contentedly. Geto watched the scene below for a little longer before his attention returned fully to you.

“Think they’ll try to force us to sign later?” you asked, grinning.

“They can try,” he said calmly. “Won’t work.”

Your grin widened, sharp and mischievous. You teleported for a second, leaving only your floating smile in front of his face, then reappeared sitting behind him on the wide railing, legs dangling on either side of his body. You draped yourself over his back, arms around his shoulders, chin resting on top of his head.

His hair immediately reacted, wrapping around your arms and brushing softly against your cheeks.

“I love you,” you whispered near his ear.

“I love you too,” he answered, reaching up to squeeze your thigh. “Chaos and stolen spoons included.”

You laughed brightly, the sound carrying on the breeze. Below, Legacy Day continued without you. Students made their choices. Some signed. Some didn’t. But up here, none of it touched you.

Geto leaned back into your embrace, completely relaxed. His hair continued its gentle caresses against your skin, like a living reminder of everything you’d chosen together.

No towers.

No forced destinies.

No regrets.

Just the two of you, watching the world try to follow its script while you wrote your own.

And as far as you were both concerned, this was the only ending worth having.