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eren : eren fucking you in a skirt , mutual masturbation, ride him just like that, slow and hard backshots, he missed you so much, he feels so good like this huh?, he thinks you're so cute when he overstims you, angry sex
armin : armin fucking you in his dorm , nerdmin getting his first blowjob, tying him up and making him please mommy , letting him feel mommy's pussy , reverse cowgirl , pegging your good boy for the first time! , distracting him from studying , making him watch you ride it
jean : picnic date with jean got out of hand , making out + jerking him off , he loves making you cum on his fingers first , he likes how small your hand looks wrapped around his cock in this pic , just take it , he can always make your legs shake, he can't control himself around you , they don't call him horseface for nothin
reiner : all those muscles won't stop him from being such a pathetic boy, sitting in his lap always ends up like this, he loves eating your pussy, fucking you on his desk, fucking his cum back into you, he promised he'd make it fit, who knew such a big man could be so whiny? shh its okay, he's got you
connie : he loves thrusting in your mouth like this , he loves when you use his cock like this, you're so pretty with a mouthful of his cock, you never knew connie could fuck you like this, he can go so deep like this, prone bone with connie, this is why he loves when you come over, you wore his favorite thong
levi : "even when you're like this, there's no reason for you to be sloppy." , slow easy morning sex, ask nicely and you might get what you want, this is what happens when you can't stop squirming, hands behind your back, you just couldn't wait until the two of you got home, could you? standing sex, cuddle fuck!
erwin : you disrupted him while he was at the office, feel each and every one of his thrusts, it's okay he knows you can take it, fucking you in front of the mirror, he didn't say turn around, did he?, one of his favorite ways to stretch you out, maybe this will make you listen to him next time, how you welcome home your commander after a long day
a/n : i literally got sick a day after my bday pls accept this while i nurse myself back to health </3
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REINER BRAUN. ꒱
breakfast in bed. ⋆ for the big tiddy girls. ⋆ reiner pounding you. ⋆ eating you out in the hot tub. ⋆ breeding. ⋆ just the tip. ⋆ groping your ass. ⋆ fingering. ⋆ front seat. ⋆ eaterrr!
EREN JEAGER. ꒱
grind on that d. ⋆ rough thrusts. ⋆ leash. ⋆ car sex. ⋆ ‘till your legs shakin’. ⋆ campus fling. ⋆ grind pretty on him, ⋆ beefy bod. ⋆ pussy eater. ⋆ date idea. ⋆ pizza. ⋆ manbun eren.
ARMIN ARLERT. ꒱
mirror sex. ⋆ punishment. ⋆ in public. ⋆ suckin your tits while you ride him. ⋆ good boys get treats. ⋆ politely breeding you. ⋆ dry humping. ⋆ jerking him off. ⋆ step on him. ⋆ blinkies.
CONNIE SPRINGER. ꒱
bounce on that dick. ⋆ autopounds. ⋆ cocky with cuffs. ⋆ the shit he sends you. ⋆ playing video games. ⋆ makin’ you finish with a toy. ⋆ dominican connie. ⋆ grinding on each other.
╰ breakfast, lunch, and dinner, these pro heroes are STARVING!
pairing(s): katsuki bakugo x reader, shoto todoroki x reader, izuku midoriya x reader, denki kaminari x reader (separate!)
18+ MDNI. CUNNILINGUS, fem! reader, lots of pet names, fingering, spit, face sitting, pussy pronouns, talking you through it, butt play and butt plugs (izuku), pussy spanking, (izuku), making you BEG for it, manipulation, crying, stretching you out, dirty talk, down bad shoto, denki cumming in his pants, wedgies?, panty ripping, teasing, overstimulation .ᐟ
Katsuki Bakugo swore he could handle the weight of you sitting on his face, and when you reluctantly agreed, knees wobbling as you gripped the mahogany grain of your shared headboard to hover on top of his panting chest, you never would’ve expected him to adore the feeling of you suffocating his carved jawline.
He had the best seat in the whole fuckin’ house, plump pussy lips spread open inches above his mouth with a ‘pop’, the mess of your heightened arousal deliciously decorating the flesh ‘n swirling prettily around your smooth thighs.
“So fuckin’ pretty baby.” His huge hands find purchase in the sides of your hips, fingertips gripping the thick flesh to spread you open even further, the most personal parts of your body gaped wide open for his greedy viewing.
“Look at ya,” Katsuki breathes in, inhaling the sugary scent of your sex, the smell instantly watering his tastebuds, “can’t believe this s’all mine.”
“Just feel like I might hurt yo—oh fuck!” Two large palms quickly move to grip the flesh of your withering hips dropping, cunt planting firmly down to his opened maw.
A ravenous growl rumbles through him, the saccharine droplets of slick quickly swiping across his nose bridge, coating his cheeks in your aroma. His long pink tongue flicks out to slot between your lips, kitten licking a trail of salvia up your slit.
“Tastes so fuckin’ sweet baby,” he’s moaning, the sounds muffled by the weight of your entrance fully smothering him, yet he’s loud enough for you to hear him, voice low and vibrating your clit, “stop movin’ ‘n lemme take care of my girls.”
Licking and slurping, the noises fill the bedroom, silky wetness so egregious it rivals the sobs slipping from your shocked face. “Katsuki!” It’s astonishing how easily he holds you still, even as your legs completely give out beneath you. Bulging biceps hardening against your thighs and lifting you up, up, up! to the ceiling, gripping you perfectly in place to lick your walls clean of sap.
“Thinkin’ you’d hurt me? That I can’t handle you?” He’s questioning, tongue sliding down to your tight hole, digging the flicking the fat muscle up into it, “would let you kill me as long as you were the one askin’, baby.”
The gravity only works you closer, body caging in your hips to rock against his mouth, skilled tongue diggin’ in and out of your clenched hole, the button of his nose smushing into your clit. “Oh Kats, s-shit! I—too much! C-Can feel you everywhere!”
Holding onto the headboard for dear life, the wood grain begins to squeak at the hinges, soft nipples hardening when you press yourself tightly against it, the cold texture sending shivers down your spine.
“Can’t help it,” Katsuki's tongue travels back up towards your clit, placing a sloppy kiss to the warm bud, “tastes so damn good, baby.”
You throw your head down to the top of the headboard, drool collecting at the sides of your mouth. Squishy cheeks pressing deeply into grain in an attempt to stifle your moans, eyes slamming shut to savor the feeling of him absolutely ravishing your sex.
He looks up, passionate crimson eyes squinting and blond brows furrowing when he can’t find your face looking down at him. “Oi!” His strong arms prod at your thick hips, swiftly pulling you further down to his chin, your body tumbling backwards.
“H-Huh?” You should have never underestimated his strength, large hands easily spaying around your ass to throw you around like a ragdoll, fingers white knuckling at the soft flesh he grips snug to his mouth. “W-Wha—”
“—Quit hidin’,” he mumbles, teeth nipping at your inner thighs, placing a graphic porno-sounding kiss to the skin, the slick residue from his swollen mouth painting your skin, “needa hear you screamin’ so I know I’m doin’ a damn good job.”
Biting your lip, you rapidly nod down at him, jaw falling open as he begins to rock you on his lips, pink tongue flattening on your slit and applying even pressure.
“K-Kats—mmfuck! Gettin’ close.” Your voice comes out high pitched, a sinful moan roaring from the back of your aching throat, fingertips hooking into the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead to rock against him, mouth perfectly rolling the gooey flesh of your clit.
“Take what ya want from me, know you deserve it,” he’s grumbling beneath you, hand reaching up to spay on your tummy, digits traveling up your navel and towards your breasts, fingers rolling around your nipple. “Know you’re close baby, give it to me, yeah?”
Katsuki knows the exact moment you finally break, head thrown back with a sob, your slick coats his face, hips rapidly rolling fast around the slope of his nose to ride out your high, cunt drenching his face full of your glistening essence.
“Tsuki—Stop!” The high hits you much harder than usual, the strong pink muscle pulling every last ounce of pleasure out of your sore clit, causing you to jump off his face with a yelp, “too much!”
“Where you goin’,” he scoffs beneath you, palms massaging the soft flesh of your ass to anchor you back down, his tongue finding your used hole, “‘m not done yet, come ‘ere.”
It all started with that damned house dress, the one you slipped on just as you tumbled out of bed, body completely bare beneath the silk.
Seeing you standing in the kitchen swirling sticky honey into a steaming mug, every last sense of rationale Shoto Todoroki had left inside of him quickly evaporates, leaving the man at a standstill in the doorway. It’s as if he was still stuck in a dream, a dizzy bout of sleep walking he doesn’t dare pinch himself awake from.
Shoto’s legs move on their own accord, bare feet stepping off the tatami towards you. The hardwood flooring speaks before he can, the paneling creaking beneath his heavy frame.
“Shoto?” You’re asking, popping your head over your shoulder, and when you see him standing in the doorway, you're smiling—eyes wide as saucers.
You twirl around to greet him, skirt easing off your hips as the fabric swishes in the air, “was getting started on some tea, I know you like to make it but I thought I’d surprise you.”
Shoto can’t speak.
Not when you’re looking at him like that.
Shoto desperately wants to fill the empty void due to his lack of response, yet every word falls flat on his lips, heterochromia irises far too focused on your presence to think of anything else.
It wasn’t like you were wearing anything special. The airy, cloud-white garment hung loosely on your frame, chantilly lace wrapping around the swell of your breasts matching the hem at your hips, the length cutting off just above the small divot between your thighs.
You looked angelic, and when the sunlight cut through the opened window, warm hues dancing over your features like a painting, Shoto found himself tumbling down to his knees.
“Sho? Are you okay?” Gasping, your hands grip his forearms, the stocky man easily wrapping himself around your front, red and white hair spaying over your abdomen.
He can only find it in himself to shake his head ‘no’, hands fisting the fabric on your thighs, lips pouting into the silkened garment. “I love you.”
You laugh, fingertips grazing the hair out of his eyes, his chin digging into the soft spot just below your navel, feeling his warmth surround your skin. “I love you enough that I want you to get off the floor,” teasing him, you reaching behind you to turn off the stove, giving him your full attention. “You’re looking at me like you’re going to eat me alive or something.”
Oh? But I am.
The words linger, never daring to leave his mouth.
It’s unfair, he thinks. Everything about you is so perfect. You always know exactly what to say whenever there’s an uncomfortable beat of silence, how you’re so kind to everyone you meet—including himself, showing your appreciation in the small moments that many others would ignore.
Shoto can feel his heart swell in his chest, blood pooling to his ears, the tips surely shining the brightest shade of merlot.
“Love when you wear this,” he mutters, head bowing to place a chaste kiss to each thigh, soft lips mumbling into the flesh, “you are beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it, Sho.”
I’d like to rip it off.
He’d buy you ten more if he could; if you’d let him that is, all to tear the flimsy fabric to shreds, a shameless cycle of his devotion to you.
Shoto doesn’t realize his hands have fallen onto your legs, palms gliding smooth over the skin, hands massaging your hips. He kneads the skin just to feel the way it pebbles beneath his grip, the slightest hint of your blood thumping through your veins instantly grounding him in you.
“Sho,” it’s your turn to grip at the fabric, body flushing with the tiniest bit of warmth that pools in your belly at his groping, the hem treading just above your bare mound, “d-don’t know what’s happening but—”
“—You.” He’s growling, voice slicked in the same way the honey sticks to the forgotten ceramic mug, face diving between your legs.
Shoto doesn’t ask as he’s spreading you open, tongue indulging in the way your silky slit coats his tastebuds, the heady flavor causing him to moan, voice shaking. “You happened.”
Taken aback, the sheer force of his greedy muscle licking you clean makes your hands shamelessly bundle the fabric frantically off your hips to gaze down at the starving man, his eyes closed to focus on funneling his tongue deep inside of you.
“Shoto! Oh my god! W-What are you—”
“—Showing you how much I love you.”
Your cunt was his altar, the delightful sap-like nectar seeping out from your drenched folds his savior, lapping the honey slick as if it’s his last meal on earth, one to praise and devour all at the same time.
“Love you,” he’s moaning, reddened tongue making out with your sex as if it was another pair of your lips he was kissing instead, mouth moving in tangent with his words, “love you so much.”
“Sho! Love you too, l-love your mouth.”
“Keep talking,” he smiles, head bowing up and down with each fat lick to your cunt, his tongue prodding the fleshy bits of your sensitive nub, pleasure blossoming in your upper thighs, “tell me how you’re feeling, honey.”
“Wha—I can’t!”
Not when he’s devouring you with a fever you can’t seem to recognize. Tongue soft and sweet; licking every little crevice between your legs, mouth taking every last rational thought from your mind out of your body with a suckle to your clit.
“Please,” he’s begging, widened pupils gazing up at your fucked out face, “tell me what you love about it, talk me through it.”
In fear of him halting his moments, you’re talking faster than you can think, words shakily fumbling out of your withering chest. “Your mouth,” you moan, thighs shaking at the force of him kitten licking your clit, “a-always take your time—shit! So warm ‘n soft.”
“Keep going, love.”
His hands move you easily, arching your hips to allow his long tongue to plug its way into your aching hole, the action causing you to squeak. “Oh your hands Shoto! Love your hands s-so much.”
“Want me to use them?” He asks gently, dominant hand leaving your hips to prod at your entrance, anxiously awaiting your approval.
How could you possibly tell him no?
“Please.”
His finger dips between your lips, the digit easily swallowing up past your entrance from how wet it is, knuckles pressing into you with a ‘squelch’. He pistons it in and out of your hole, tongue latching on your clit to create a seal, loud slurping sounds echoing from damp skin.
It would be dirty if it was anyone else other than Shoto.
“Shoto! D-Don’t stop—please, please don’t stopppp.” Tears are brimming the corners of your eyes as he adds another finger to the equation, fingerprints curling up into your g-spot to brush the point of no return, your sobs turning into wails of pleasure.
“Close? I can feel you squeezing.”
“Yes, yes!” You were stricken by some life altering hysteria, mind utterly preoccupied by the way Shoto worked your cunt wide open, “want—gonna cum in your mouth.”
“Go ahead, I’ll take care of you,” he’s whispering, mouth muffled by the sound of your pussy, nose deep into the puffy flesh of your mound.
Clammy fingertips grasp at his hair, gripping a handful of hair to roll your hips against him. You’re not sure what you're going for, yet nonetheless you chase it, curses falling from your slacked mouth. “Shit, shit, cumming!”
The sensation hits you all at once, Shoto’s hands, his mouth. He will always take care of you, always worship you, even in the kitchen on his hands and knees in the early hours of the morning.
Flurries of sputtering stars burst behind your eyes, Shoto’s hand holding you in place as you ride it out, hips shaking, spine aching.
When he finally pulls away, licking your slick off his lips he’s smiling, hands finding yours.
His fingers are wet. Your tea still isn’t made.
Izuku Midoriya's been waiting for this all day long, discovering you tucked snugly in bed awaiting for him to finally come home, your frame slowly snoozing between the sheets.
His tartan suit was half way off, beige dress coat hanging over the peg of the bed frame, white sleeves of his button up rolled past his elbows, work badge still hanging from his stocky chest.
He’d woken you up in a daze, scarred hands spreading your legs wide open for him, cunt gleaming in the lowlight of the yellow lamp, your nightie barley clinging to your skin.
“Was waiting up for you, didn’t think you’d be so late,” you’re mumbling, voice shy.
He gleams. Of course you waited for him, cunt leaking and begging to be touched, holes ready for him to toy with.
“I’m sorry baby, a-and thank you for being so patient,” he’s murmuring into your neck, taking a deep breath and smiling when he smells traces of his body wash on your skin, “want to make it up to you, will you let me?”
An hour later he had you fully awake and stretched out for him, knees kissing either side of the mattress with his favorite green hued plug popped inside your tight ass, the customized authentic jade gemstone poking out between your cheeks.
“How are you feeling?” Izuku asks, face inches away from your cunt, watching the soft rise and fall of your belly, pussy dripping slick down to the white sheets.
“G-Good,” you’re stuttering, tight ring clenching the metal protrusion inside of you, words glued to your tongue so nicely; gooey mind worried you’ll say the wrong thing starting to scare you, “feels really good ‘zuku.”
“Good.” He parrots, running two fingers that rest on your knee up towards the inside of your thigh, the soft skin feeling like butter on his calloused fingerprints. “I think you’re ready for something else though, aren’t you?”
“Y-Your mouth? Please?” Your woozy eyes look down at him, body shivering as goosebumps erupt everywhere he’s touching you, a hopeful dopey smile spreading on your shiny cheeks.
“You’re silly,” he’s almost chuckling, chest swooning at how devoted you are to him, mind and body completely vulnerable to his heavy presence.
His fingers dip into the crevice just beside your mound, trailing a ghost-like touch up and down to watch you writhe against the mattress, nipples hardening in the dim lighting.
Two fingers lightly touch your clit, the thick digits forcing your slit wideee open, the sloppy sounds of your lips widening to fit him forces your sensitive body to heat up in embarrassment, face smushing into the side of your pillow.
“A-And you’re mean,” mumbling, you suddenly jump at the contact, a firm slaaaappp! landing down on your clit. “Izuku!”
You feel your clit begin to throb, the rapid heartbeat in your chest traveling down to the aching bundle of nerves as he goes right back to massaging it, his eyes absorbing your wild reaction.
Clenching down, the plug presses itself even deeper inside you, the cold metal working its way around your ass, the width squeezing around your sensitive walls.
Izuku goes back to massaging your clit, the soft touch doing little to stimulate it, hips jerking up to reach his touch.
He pulls back, slotting the slick coated fingers into his lips, tongue licking them clean. “Mean? You think this is mean?”
Suddenly, two thick digits are plunging into your cunt, walls clenching down around the protrusions, hot womb easily sucking him in, fingertips hitching knuckles deep.
“Fuck!” You’re mewling, head thrashing.
You wanted him to be inside you think, mind woozy as your holes become equally filled, the pressure of the large plug shifting his chunky knuckles up towards your g-spot—still not fully touching it, yet letting you feel that he’s there.
“Still so tight,” he’s observing, watching the way your pussy expands to take his fingers, the tight lil’ hole squelching for attention around them. “Can feel you sucking me in… feels good, doesn’t it?”
You can’t respond as another finger joins your slit, the pointer finger long and prodding as it slips inside, the stretch forcing a cry out of your dry mouth.
Izuku talks you through it, tells you just how good you’re doing for him, coaxing your body to relax for him, now three fingers deep.
“Let me in, you’re almost there.”
“Doing so good for me, baby. Look so pretty stuffed full of me.”
“You trust me, right?”
You focus on his words, body contorting around his intrusion deep inside of you, fully relaxed to take whatever he gives you.
“Izuku?” The pain quickly blooms into pleasure, an uncomfortable sensation building deep inside your core causing you to beg. “Want your mouth so bad Izuku, e-everything feels too tight—too full!”
Izuku almost feels pity for you.
His pretty baby begging for release, pleading for a smidge of attention from him.
“Since you’ve been so good tonight, maybe I’ll give you what you want?” He’s coaxing you to say what he wants to hear, emerald green eyes laser focused on the soft prodding of your squishy mound, fingers swabbin’ around in your gushy insides like he’s trying to memorize the ridges of your canal.
“Please Izuku,” wishfully thinking, your words slur, spine arching off the bed to greet his freckled cheeks, warm breath tickling your slit.
He places a kiss on your clit just to watch you squeak, eyebrows raising down at you like a hawk watching his prey. “Please what? Use your words.”
“Please use your mouth,” you’re whining, yet he doesn’t move, your eyes widening, “Izuku, can you please u-use your mouth and…”
“Go on.”
He wants to hear you say it out loud. The very words that always cause you to shy away from him, the perverse nature of the descriptions of what you desperately crave from him heating your body up.
“Please eat me out.”
You must really want to cum tonight Izuku’s thinking, his thighs tensing at how sweetly you’re asking, wide eyes gleaming over with sex.
He doesn’t respond, and right when you believe he’s about to stand up from between your legs, an arm anchors around your lower belly, mouth diving in between your legs.
Izuku is messy with it. All tongue and meticulous direction, he teeters between light swiping and harsh sucking against your nub, fully coating himself in slick.
“Mppf! Zu! Oh god!”
He’s purposely holding you from bucking off the mattress, rather having you thrust around in his grasp to feel how his pleasure blooms throughout your body.
His large fingers reach spots inside of you yours could never, rapidly flicking up into your spongey g-spot, he easily stretches out the muscle to take what he wants.
“I’m close—”
“—already? Such a good girl.” He has a way with making you hold on to every word he says, Izuku’s heavy presence invading your space in every way possible.
The only thing you can picture is him, the way his fingers smooch your pussy, tongue licking your clit; even down to the plug, stuffing you completely, all because he asked so nicely.
“Izuku, Izuku, Izuku!” You’re the fullest you’ve ever been in your life, tummy bulging as he flicks his fingers up, the depth so strong you can almost taste it.
You throw your head back, eyes slamming shut to devote yourself in the feeling, your high coming head on, body unable to escape the way its throwing you off the edge.
“Don’t go shy on me now, look at me.” Izuku’s pulling you from that ledge, dripping eyes peering up at him in awe, irises daring to roll back into your skull as he eats you like an animal, fingers scooping your cunt.
“There she is, mmmm my pretty girl,” he hums in approval, the vibrations heading straight to your clit, thighs shaking. Izuku notices, forearm pressing roughly into your lower belly, “oh baby, you’re so close, do you want to cum?”
Izuku is attentive, calculating the best possible outcome using your cunt as his test subject as the feeling takes over you, thighs tensing, toes curling.
“Yes, yes, yes! Please Izuku!” Mumbling, you get lost in the moment once he’s pressing his lips roughly to your clit, the pleasure overbearing, jaw dropping, mouth going silent.
“Go ahead honey,” he’s mumbling, fingers fucking your g-spot, your body breaking beneath him, “because after this one, you’ll give me another, right?”
“Fuck!” You’re nodding, mind blacking out into perpetual bliss, completely unaware the night is just getting started.
“Babe… didn't realize you were this wet, would’ve left Sero's place like hours ago.” Denki Kaminari can’t help but gawk at the painfully beautiful sight unfolding before him.
He’d been teasing you all evening, sitting you prettily on top of his lap whilst everyone else was far too focused on the movie playing in front of them to realize he was rubbing your clit beneath the blanket spread on your legs.
Darling lil’ pussy lips soaking right through lace panties, the skirt you wore granting him easy access as he dipped two fingers between them, pressing the fabric snugly into your slippery clit.
It was blatantly obvious when you were about to finally cum. Body twitching on top of him, legs shaking and muscles flexing. Each attempt to hide your mewls by chewing loudly on pieces of popcorn or sipping your drink, Denki would quietly laugh in your ear, gold earring cold against your skin, as he’d quickly pull his hand away from the mess he’d made to rub at your thighs instead, wrinkled fingertips edging you to soaked oblivion.
When the movie was finally over and you were waddling around in a puddle of slick with legs like jelly, Denki rushed your goodbyes, swearing that he couldn’t get you home any faster.
Feverishly pulling you down onto the carpet of the living room, the anticipation of tasting you takes over him. Large hands flip your skirt above your belly, his golden locs situated snuggly between your legs to stare at the sloppy liquid pouring from your poor neglected pussy lips onto your panties, his mouth salivating at the sight.
“Stop teasin’ me,” you plead with him, the fabric so embarrassingly wet it nips at your heated slit, thighs uncontrollably sopping as Denki's tongue only makes it worse, a fat dribble of spit slopping against your covered cunt.
“I’m nottt—hey! If I knew it was this bad, I would've ate you out in the bathroom.” He’s laughing, voice sleazy, golden irises blown out and dark, pupils fully covering the amber hues.
His fingers pinch the fabric up, up, up! between your fat lips, watching them rapidly swallow up the material like they’re quenching for thirst, your fat cunt sticking out on the sides.
Gasping, you wiggle around in his grasp, hole pulsating and clit throbbing, your hips pressing up towards his nose, the slope catching on your covered clit. “You’re such a freak, a-and Sero’s a perv… he would’ve probably liked that shit.”
You can hear the same thick digits touching your lips begin to tug at the fabric, a dull ‘riiiiipppp’ screeching beneath you as he breaks the stingy fabric in two, leaving your bare glistening cunt shining in the darkness of the room.
“Not when I’m done with ya he won’t,” placing a slow lick from the bottom of your tight hole up to your sensitive clit, Denki groans at the taste, his own hips humping the floor, “it would suck having to buy him a new sink though.”
Your fingers find purchase in his hair, rolling the yellow tendrils between your hands in a tight grip, matching the hectic rolls of your hips to the lazy gyrations of his head.
“Fuck Denki!” You let out a relieved curse when he begins to suck on your clit, his wiggly tongue lapping every last drop of slick that falls from your hole, “I’m done replacing his furniture everytime we b-break it.”
“Want to-mfdph—I want to.” Denki's words are inaudible as he rapidly licks at your pussy, tongue getting completely lost in the feeling of your cunt rubbing his face raw, cheeks warm and covered in your essence.
You peer down at him, his eyes slammed shut as he shakes his head like a dog, mouth moving side to side. “What babe? C-Can't hear you over your sloppy mouth.”
“Shit,” he’s gasping, head coming up for air just long enough to take a sharp breath, his finger finding your neglected hole, “wanna fuck you in every room in his house, show everyone who you belong to.”
“Oh Denki, everyone already kno—oh, fuck!”
His finger instantly flicks up into your gummy g-spot, mouth latching on your clit to lap at the flesh as if he needs to taste you to survive, skilled tongue flicking up and down your sensitive bud.
“Denki!” The familiar hitch jumps deep inside your core, body heating up as your thighs clench around his head, voice cracking, “gonna make me c-cum!”
“Fuckkk-please, give it to me.” Moaning, his cock head manically weeps through the fabric of his pants, the taste of your gushing cunt pushing him closer to the edge, your voice causing his balls to tense up.
Denki’s hips roughly fuck into the floor with such veroccity it jerks him forward, your body fully rocking aginst his fingers, the knuckles traveling further past your walls.
“M-More! Fuck—Please!”
He groans in approval, slipping another finger into your stuffed hole. The burning stretch causes your waterline to prickle with the faintest globes of tears, fingers alternating between gripping the frills of your skirt and the strands of his hair, body teetering on the edge of your high.
“C’mon, you’ve got it babe,” Denkis mumbling into your clit, words vibrating deep into the slippery flesh sending little dull bolts up and down your thighs, knees shaking beside his ears, “soak me—pleaseee, need to feel it-ruin me babe—”
Your voice cuts him off, a wild mantra of his name rapidly falling from your slacked maw as you cum against him, little volts of electricity swirling around the sensitive nerves in your mound, body rolling in ecstasy.
“Fuck babe, jus’ like that,” he’s mumbling, ripping off your swollen clit to watch your face as you fall apart on the floor, his hips stuttering on the pale carpeting beneath them, “aw, shit!”
Before he can realize what’s happening, Denki is cumming untouched with a whimper, mouth returning to lap at your release while his own creates a syrupy mess in his pants.
The pleasure quickly becomes painful, clammy hands gripping him by the head to pull him up towards your lips, locking him into a sloppy kiss.
You moan when you taste yourself on him, palm falling down to fumble his belt wide open, pulling his shaft out of the material and swipin’ your hand over his red beating cock, his cum sticky on your fingers.
“Fuuuck,” he mumbles between your lips, dragging his face down to rub between your neck, sticking your slick onto your skin, “should have done that at his place babe, n-next time I’m dragging you to the bathroom, I swear!”
Your hand grips down hard on his sensitive cock, releasing a whine from the overstimulated boy. “Can you please stop talking about your friends when you’re about to fuck me, please?”
a/n: divider by @/cafekitsune okay… so! this started as a bakugo drabble and then i saw a vid on x that instantly reminded me of shoto and so of course, jenni got carried away
hii! can you please do more gaang x fem!reader. they all get jealous of each other when reader spends time with one of them instead of the others. so reader tries her best to give everyone alone time with her which leads to sex individually with each of them plus some fluff during her alone time with each of them but definitely rough sex with toph and zuko. toph can earth bend a strap 😛 bottom!sub!reader. there would also be a time all of them would get jealous seeing someone not in the gaang trying to flirt with her. thank you!
𝓗𝓲 𝓼𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻!
Here we have another gaang x reader. It's not EXACTLY how you wanted and I'm sorry, hope you enjoy tho! (If there are any grammar mistakes I'm sorry once again lol)
ʚଓ: 18+, bottom reader, top almost everyone, polyamorous, threesomes, squirt, ass slapping, dildo, everyone getting turns, jealousy, p in v, p sucking, breast kneading/sucking, waterbending, earthbending, wlw, wlm,Aang being a bit possessive, lots of repeated words, FEM POV, 2ND PERSON.
32k characters. (Oly shat)
“What's that dude doing?” Sokka asks,hand filled with groceries, gaze lingering on your figure ahead of him, placed in front of a flower shop with a guy who seems to be a bit too friendly for his taste.
“Yeah, why's he so close..” Toph mutters behind the nonbender,tapping onto the ground, arms crossed, an eyebrow raised, showing an irritated state.
Birds chirp as they sit on roofs, the market isn't that full as it normally is so it gives a clear heading.
The man lightly presses his hand on your shoulder, trying to nudge you towards him. A quick slap erupts around the scenery, long fingers with tattooed arrows on them stepping in, trapping you against a strong, defined chest.
“Sorry for interrupting, but we have business to attend to, goodbye.” Aang speaks calmly, a smile on his face, it's fake but it's there. His grip on you never falters, quite the opposite it gets harsher once he hears the man trying to make you enter the shop.
Suki approaches Sokka and Toph, who are a few feet away from the Interaction. The earthbender turns around once she feels her, taking the change rapidly and putting it in her pocket.
“I swear I'll throw a rock to his forehead.” The blind woman mutters, rolling her eyes.
“Who are we talking about?” Suki asks, letting Sokka take the vegetables she bought.
“Oh you know, just, a dude that won't leave Y/n alone.”
“Then let's help her!” Suki exclaims, her eyebrow frowning.
“Nah, Aang's got it–”
“Ugh!” a loud thud echoes as the man meets the ground, people whisper, laugh or continue to walk.
Aang blinks, practically hugging you, a bit surprised.
“Tophhh, why'd you do that? I had it under control..” The avatar tells lightly, before you shush him off to not draw any more attention.
“You were taking too long, come on, I'm starving, how much longer is this going to take?” She groans, flapping around her arms, not caring she hit someone with a rock in the head.
Aang sighs, taking your hand, walking to the three.
“Alright, let's go,We can't keep Katara waiting for too long either.”
And so…the walk back to the camp is relished. You and Aang walk beside each other, holding hands, Toph behind you and the other two behind her.
The green of trees light up, the wind scatters around, soft leaves singing, the wood creaking,eating sun beams enter and leave. It's peaceful like always, the sun is slowly going to sleep, creating a beautiful venue.
Toph taps the ground as she walks, feeling the way the avatar doesn't want to let you go,it's almost…annoying.
She sighs,looking away, although not seeing anything. Her arms are crossed, flexing her muscles, is she jealous? No she couldn't be.
Aang's hand slides over to your waist, muttering something that makes you laugh.
“...” Okay, maybe she is a bit jealous, but of course she's the Toph Beifong, she'll never say anything.
She puffs and rolls her eyes.
“Can you guys walk faster?” She asks, not trying to be too rude, the feelings in her steering. She rescued you, why is he getting all the attention.
Once the group arrives at the camp, Zuko’s already firing up the fire, Katara's sewing a piece of cloth sitting on a log.
Her blue eyes soften instantly as she hears you and the others. The woman places the cloth in the wood and gets up walking towards Sokka who's keeping the bags secured and in check.
“we're having Suaasat, right?” Sokka murmurs, giving her the needs and she nods, talking to him. In the background Suki goes to Zuko, giving him a treat he asked for. The fire almost dying because of the soft sand she tossed as she walked.
Aang and you separate for a bit, letting Toph take you away.
“Finally, I have you sweet cheeks.” She says, almost annoyed, tugging you away from the group, inside the forest.
“Katara said something about making some… akutaq?” She rambles, shaking her head, unsure why she's acting this way.
“Whatever, just, help me find some cranberries" a small pause “please.”
A few seconds go by and you manage to find some berries.
“Will these be okay or do we need more?” You ask Toph, yet she doesn't answer. She's biting her thumbs nail, her other hand in pocket, muscles rather tense.
Although it's annoying she's not responding at least you can get a few peeks at her abs and biceps, you can never get enough, the way the light glistens every detail, how the tensing makes her look bigger.
You lick your lips, swallowing before opening your mouth.
“Toph–”
“Why'd you cling only to him? It's not like, I don't know, someone else got rid of that guy, I mean..-”
She rambles, adjusting her face to yours.
“And quit staring.”
She takes a deep breath and walks towards you, hands in her pockets,her face trying to hide the way she feels.
“I was the one who threw that rock, you saw that. What did Aang do? He just talked, didn't get anything done, it's so stupid, you should've stayed by my side, not his.”
She sighs, clenching her jaw and looking away, annoyed both at Aang and her words.
“Toph, you're jealous because of that? You could've just said–”
“No, you should've picked me, i shouldn't have to ask.” She sternly exposes, grabbing you by your waist, her breath coming into you, her grip tight.
“Really?” you whisper, hands going to her shoulders.
“of course. Didn't I, save you baby? I'll do it again, you know that, but it's…ugh…”
She stops, sighing, pulling you into a hug, her lips making contact with your cheek.
“...make it up to me” The blind woman says, gripping your ass, her eyes going to yours, relaxed almost, but with a hint of something in them.
“Instead of his hands around you, you'll have mine.”
She whispers,one of her hands cupping your chin, her lips crashing into yours, fingers slowly sliding to your neck, kissing you roughly.
“Toph, right here?” You ask her, pushing her off. The woman nods, not caring to speak, taking your wrist and pushing you against a tree, her hands resting in your hips, tongues intertwining, hot breaths merging together.
A soft moan escapes you, a hand coming and picking your leg up, wrapping it around her waist.
Toph swallows your saliva and breaks the kiss, slowly undressing you with her teeth, your breasts being hit in an instant with cold air. Hot breath hovers, your hand gripping Toph's hair, her tongue dribbling with your nipple, before sucking on it, her other hand coming to cup your other one, playing with it.
She snickers at your soft whimpers, breaking away completely from you, even letting your leg drip away.
“Toph.. –” you whine, gasping once she rips your panties, letting them drop to the side. The dress Sokka bought and made you wear because it was hot ,tossed aside as well.
“Come in sugar plum, eyes on me.”
Toph spits out, making you face her blind eyes. The woman licks your lips, capturing them again in a slow yet teasing kiss, as if preparing you for what's gonna come.
Your hands slide to her top, slinging it down, cupping her breast as you enjoy the kiss, your folds crossed with fluid, wet for the woman in front of you.
Her hands find your hair, with a sharp tug she pulls away, the sound of rocks collapsing onto another.
You swallow, gaze going down, rocks upon her hips seem to get molded together.
“I'm gonna stuff you so bad…” she whispers, stroking the total she formed. Toph gulps, licks her lips, feeling you wither.
“Don't worry, it's clean, baby.” She teases, a low chuckle escaping her as she takes both of you legs and wraps the name around her hips, the cool feel of the pebbles being coated by your juices.
You whine, holding onto her, moving your hips which she tugs to stop, as if wanting to be in the lead.
“You can handle this right?" She asks, moving the total against your folds.
You nod and swiftly a loud moan escapes you,her hips planting into yours, a slap on your ass goes, your cheek getting red from the impact.
“Shut up, you wanna get caught?” She murmurs, your back pressed against the tree. Toph doesn't let you talk, her hips ravishly move against yours, the sound of wet rings against the grass, natural lube coating the earth.
Your moans fill her ears, her head in your shoulder, muscles flexing, bigger than before, enjoying the way you react to her. Your body overflows as she pounds into you without stop, the gravel hitting your cervix, it hurts a bit but it feels good. Your eyes roll to the back, clinging onto her as you moan her name,her hand leaving one of your thighs, fingers now massaging your clit.
“ngh.. Come on baby cum.. For me..” She whispers, sucking on your breasts, while pounding into you and toying with your folds, the tree scratching your back, feeling the impact of her hips.
You roll your head back, legs shuddering, scratching her shoulders as your orgasms washes over immediately after hearing her voice.
She lets you ride it out, hand going to cup your ass and lips licking away the tears that cascaded on your cheeks.
“You ripped my underwear..” You muffle, clinging onto her. Toph smirks, kissing your cheek and neck, letting you rest against her before pushing you on the tree.
“Sorry baby.” the earthbender says, leaning down and taking your dress, adjusting her top, sliding your ripped panties in her pocket.
“What am I gonna do now?” You ask, slowly coming back to your senses.
“Oh it's fine down, worry.” She says, a gasp escaping you again once she spreads your legs and eats out the juices coating you.
The toy crumbles, sipping into the ground. The woman licks her lips, kissing your cheek once more and helping you dress.
“Besides we've all seen your body, it's fine,like I said.”
She whispers, caressing your hair, tugging you away from the tree and pointing at some cranberries.
–
“You got the berries! Thank you Y/n…and Toph.” Katara says,borrowing the berries and putting them on the small and short table next to her. Aang and Zuko seem to be sitting on a long and clean log Sokka made.
Suki, who's at the fire with the waterbender, is making sure the fire won't die out by adding more branches.
The earthbender nods at Katara, crossing her arms, peeking at you and lightly touching your waist.
“Go in our tent and dress–” She mutters, before walking, hearing Suki call out for her, to chop some wood.
You sigh,walking to the big green tent, the space is quite comfortable, clothes of each one shattered around, a few beds here and there made out of wood, of course, Sokka's creations, food,things you need daily all there around the tent.
You hum,finding and going to Tophs spot, crawling on the bed and searching for a bag where you put your clothes, besides the bed and the wall of the tent. You arch your back, leaning closer to the floor, tugging the plastic to you. The skirt ,as you reach, swirls upwards, revealing most.
A pause once you reach it.
.
.
.
“U-uh Y/n.?” Sokka's voice enters the room, his hand quickly zipping up the tent so nobody else could see you.
“Sokka..!” You exclaim, a bit panicked, sitting on the bed in a way,hand covering your intimate.
He quickly shakes his head and looks away, blush on his cheeks,touch hovering over his crotch.
“sorry, sorry! I should've.. I don't know–” he rambles, unable to meet your gaze. It's true they all seen your body, but it never ceases to surprise.
You swallow, he swallows and the air remains still.
“I-im sorry again, I promise, I will just go–”
“Sokka.?”
He stops in his tracks, tilting his head and squeezing his eyes shut, your voice making it impossible for him to stay seated.
“Y-yeah sweetheart.?”
A pause as he finally meets your gaze.
“Want me to help you?” You whisper, a tad bit embarrassed, spreading your legs just an inch.
His breath hitches, a pleading expression hits.
He looks at the entrance of the tent, then at the floor then back at you. His walk is slow, hands tugging down his pants, aching for you.
“I always get hard whenever I see you like this, I'm sorry.. I can't control it.” He whines, gaze meeting yours as your gentle touch fills his senses.
He swallows, peeking your lips and taking one of your hands from his cheeks to kiss.
“I'll make this quick, I promise. I can't let them see you like this or else they'll just take you away from me–” he rambles before shaking his head , trying to keep his attention to you.
Sokka's pupils instantly maximize, a gently yet aggressive kiss appears, hands on your inner thighs, his cock sprung out already leaking pre cum. You tug on his ponytail and he moans accidentally, a soft whine escaping him right after to not tease him.
While spreading your legs, he showers you with kisses, eagerly to have you. He strokes himself, slides your juices on his tips and length before pushing himself in.
“Oh fuck, I shouldve prepa… ohh fuck..” He whimpers out, one eye squinting. Somehow, hearing your moans and whines, his dick twitches inside your folds, getting bigger.
“S-sokka–” you whine out, holding onto his shirt, hiding your face in his neck.
“Sorry, I'll…shit sweetheart..” he whispers, getting drunk in your scent, moving his hips slowly, feeling you get wetter, then escalating his thrusts.
You moan, eyes rolled to the back, one hand fiddling with the sheets, fingers intertwining once he speeds up his pace, breathing heavily,his hot mint mixed with berries breath coming into your neck, his soft whines and whimpers flushing down your spine, feeling yourself getting more aroused as he moans your name.
Sokka continues to hold your hand, pace not slowing down, pushing further, capturing your moan once he hits your cervix, making your legs tremble.
His eyes roll back, body flexing, feeling himself get closer and closer, a whine escapes you and that pushes him out of you, releasing into his hand so he doesn't stain your dress.
The non bender sighs, breathing heavily and hugging you with his clean hand collapsing onto you.
“thankyou sweetheart, you're the best.” he whispers, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek, pushing himself out of you, his gaze searching for some tissues that he finds next to Katara's small mirror.
While he walks, you try to sit up.
“Nuh-uh! Don't even try!” He exclaims, looking at you.
Your body freezes, then you nod, voting he wants to clean himself and you.
With one last tug in your dress and one kiss on the forehead, you're all ready.
“There we go, my girl's all ready to go!” He says, watching you cup his cheeks, his body instantly relaxing, hands coming to your waist, pulling you in, his gaze soft, almost pleading as before. Sokka leans in, gently kissing you,like he still aches for you.
“I love you.” He whispers rather in a low voice once you back away, his eyes not leaving yours, hand tugging on your pinky, as if begging for you to stay longer.
“Guys! Dinner is ready!” Aang's voice appears, his shadow hovering over the green enclosure.
Sokka sighs,peeking your hand again then walking out of the tent, you following behind.
Zuki's next to Toph on the log, who's devouring her meal, while he's still waiting for his. Katara is handling the soup, pouring into the wooden bowls, Aang giving everyone their shares.
Suki blows on her potato, gaze lingering on the fire, seated in front of the other two. Sokka smiles and sits beside her, thanking Aang, his eyes settling on you for a bit, taking you in until you sit next to Zuko.
The firelord offers you a gentle smile, patting your disheveled hair. The nonbenders eye twitches,smile dropping a bit but stays silent, slurping up his soup right after, earning a glare from Katara.
You find yourself looking at Aang, who's smiling ear to ear, scooting away Zuko, settling beside you. Toph grumbles but continues to eat, Zuko although, grips the bowl the avatar gave him, his jaw clenching, side eyeing his friend.
“Made sure it's extra delicious.” Aang says, giving you the soup.
The atmosphere is quite…interesting to put the least. Katara seems to sneak glances here and there, Toph is irritated again,lacing her foot taps on the ground, Zuko can't take his eyes off of you, expression lightly bothered,Suki can't help but stare as well, you've laid with Aang all day, Sokka continued to eat his soup, a bit skeptical of everyone's energy.
You take the bowl and thank Aang, letting him wrap his arm around your shoulder.
“If you keep on touching her, she won't be able to eat properly.” Zuko storms in, his voice a mix of calmness with passive aggressiveness.
“Cant you lay off for a bit?” He continues, sounding like his younger self, tilting his head.
Aang freezes,withdrawing his arm away, nodding, a bit embarrassed and surprised just like everyone.
The rest of dinner is silent, until Toph asks for seconds.
“I'll take it , you eat.” You say to Katara who was about to get up. The woman nods grateful, steadily going back to her pace.
Zukos hands find you shoulder, lugging you on the log back, his hands finding Toph's bowl, his already finished.
You could tell he'd a bit out of it, by his actions. You watch his body move, pouring another ladle in the blind woman's bowl and tossing his aside.
After everyone's meal, the air seems a bit colder, after all ,the sun is gone, no birds shimmer around any more. Clouds fill the sky, removing the moon from sight for a few minutes.
“Zuko?” You ask, getting out of the tent, not finding Suki next to you. The man's eyes catch yours, the warm light cascading over his jaw line, illuminating his beauty. You sigh, feeling agape, slowly but fastly taking in his cheeks and kissing him, laying on top of him.
Zuko’s pupils dilate instantly, a bit startled, hands resting on your waist kissing you back right after.
“Are you mad.? Where are the others at this hour…?” You mumble against his lips.
He grumbles, pulling away, tugging your body closer to him, unsure of what to say and if he should say it, self-conscious.Zuki doesn't catch your gaze for a few seconds, his mouth opening then closing.
“Zuko..”
“Fine… I just,I want your attention too.” He starts, not meeting your pupils.
“This day, ever since the sun woke, to the moon shined, you kinda only gave Aang most of your attention…it's not fair, not honourable..” He whispers, your hand guiding his face to meet yours.
“And the others, Toph and the avatar went to gather more wood, while Sokka went with Suki and Katara to a “pretty” place around here… I stayed here to make sure you were okay, and for the fire to not die.”
He sighs,pulling you even closer, hiding his face in your breasts.
“I want to feel you, I want you to laugh at my words, is that too much to ask my lady?” He whines softly, looking up at you.
You smile,caressing his head,keeping eye contact.
“How long have they been gone?”
“Not a while, it's been 2 minutes I think.”
“then.. I guess you can feel me..” You mutter, sliding his hand up in your breasts, sure you were tired and already torn, but you didn't want him to be sad all night long, and hey, it never hurts to have one more.
The fire bender swallows,swiftly picking you up in his arms and walking towards the tent.
“Are you sure?” he asks, holding you close and closing the tent behind him. Once you nod he places your body on his bed, his hands caressing your waist and hips,pulling you at the edge of the bed, sliding down your panties and flicking away the skirt, his tongue tracing your folds, not giving you time to react. Your thighs wrap around his head, whimpering leaving you, his hot long tongue licking you up and down, toying with your clit before he starts to eat you out.
You try your best to keep quiet but fail once he enters a finger in you, tasting your juices while spreading you for him.
“ngh.. Zuko” you whimper his name, his nose coming in contact with your skin, your hips moving against his mouth. His dick throbbing inside his pants, who are stained with precum already, wanting you,so bad.
He moves his fingers faster, earning a Brian form you, your legs trembling, his arms fixing you in a position so you wont lift, your moans echoing in the tent, head tilted back, squirting into his mouth, your juices dribbling down his mouth to the floor. His pace continues, eyes opening to look at you, one master moan of his name and you shatter, cumming onto his fingers and trained lips.
Zuko lightly kisses your inner thighs, wiping his mouth after, pulling down his pants as he gets up from the bed, mouth collapsing over yours.
“Get on your tummy beautiful.” He whisper, tracing your spine and kissing your back as you do, his body aching for you,stopping his urges for this moment to last longer.
The firelord pushes himself inside of you, moving deliberately slow at first letting you get used to him, his lips on your shoulders, hand gripping your hair.
“I'm gonna go faster.” He warns, eyes filled with love and lust, whispering into your ear.
pushing your face into his pillow,licking his lips and swallowing, going deeper,hitting your cervix and playing with your folds.
His eyes stay on your ass, watching it move once his hips slap onto yours. Soft curses escape his form, muscles flexed,slowly losing control.
His pace is controlled firm, your moans shivering in his mind, quickening his pace. Grunts appear, wet noises get louder, your eyes tear up, clinging onto the sheet, his dick pumping in and out of you,slow but deep and harsh pushes.
You move your hips, signaling him to be faster, he doesn't waste a chance, his hands cupping your waist, leaning over your body, stopping for a bit, breath anchoring your shoulder.
“Augh.. Fuck!” You yell, rolling back your eyes, breathing heavily, his movement deep and fast. He hides his breaths by bitting into your shoulders,ass jiggling, cock deep inside of you, wet and veiny.
With a loud grunt, and a harsh smear he released into your cunt,not failing you to squirt and orgasm at the same time.
Zuko eagerly hugs you, whispering sweet things into your ear, the bed creaking in advance, soft lips hovering over yours.
Outside, grass withers, sounds of wood getting thrown, the fireLord quickly let's go of you, hand in your thighs trying to scoop out the cum.
“Wow flameo hotman, you sure know how to keep a fire sparked up.” Katara's voice echoes through the tent, zipping it up and waking towards the two. Her words note that the fire died out.
“Get dressed and help out Aang, I'll take care of her.” The woman says looking just at you, not wanting to see the man's private parts.
“Right, okay..” Zuko mutters, looking at her then back at you, pressing a gentle kiss on your trembles, getting up and putting on his clothes while Katara smiles and pats your head, pushing your back on the bed again, spreading your legs and giggling light as she uses her waterbending to scoop out the gloop.
“Had fun?” She asks teasingly, her fingers moving delicately, eyes on your entrance.
“yeah, I guess you can mgh-” you let out a hitched breath, blinking and looking up at her, one of her fingers touching your inner walls.
“Sorry, I have to get everything out.”
Katara's fingers , tug and move, your head tilting to the side, still sensitive, softly breathing and whimpers.
The waterbender watches your reactions, her gaze forming into something filled with ecstasy and want, but she pushes that aside, focusing on getting you clean.
You gulp, blink and trace her hand, making her take a deep breath in to hold herself back.
“So…where did Sokka take you two?” You ask, trying to get away from the feeling of pleasure.
Katara's fingers leave you, tracing the liquid in the air and letting it evaporate.
“Uhm…he took us to a river, it was quite nice, beautiful” a pause, her hand placed on your thigh. “It was beautiful, but not as beautiful as this scenery in front of me.” She remarks and winks, tugging a hair behind you ear.
You chuckle, looking away and rolling your eyes.
A silent pause emerges, and she swallows, not sure on how to put her words into action.
“Ive noticed you really liked the others today.”
“What? What do you mean…” you ask lightly, sighing,knowing the tone, indicating she's jealous. Jeez, whats up with everyone today.
You sit upwards,jerking her to sit next to you, hands sliding to her chest.
“I didn't mean to, want me to give you my attention.? Or..”
“Id like that” she answers immediately, eyes focused on yours.
You nod slowly but she stops you from leaning in.
“But you're still sensitive,we can't rush-”
“Of course we can Katara, I can take it, plus I want you aswell..”
The woman chuckles, raising an eyebrow.
“shall i call the others?” she jokes,her voice slowly dying as she sees your pleading expression.
“No, I only want you right now..”
You say, sliding her body on the bed and straddling her, holding her hands over her head, a gentle kiss emerging.
“I'm in charge, you know, starlight..” She mumbles against your lips, her eyes closed, escaping the hold and cupping your cheek.
“Shut up.” You whine, kissing her neck, caressing her fingers, locking eyes with her once you kiss her chest, tugging down her clothes, exposing her body to the cold air in the tent.
Your hands wander around her body, lips kissing her breasts, her hand caressing your locks.
She whines, letting you take the charge, soft hands circling her clit, hot tongue enveloping her areola.
“Mmh…I love you starlight.” She whispers, breathing heavily, watching your mouth get closer to her folds.
You gulp kissing her tummy, hands on her hips, lifting them.
You say nothing, but trace harshly the same words in her aroused flesh, your nose hitting her clit once you begin to eat her out.
Katara leans her head back, closing her eyes shut and tugging on your ready messed up hair.
Her thighs twitch, her other hand coming to play with her nipple, thighs grasping your head, pushing you against her juices more.
She moans, only for your ears to hear, breathing heavily, her eyes opening, looking at the ceiling, hips moving, your tongue moving with her movement.
“I'm so close baby, fuck, youre so good ah–” she whines, releasing in your mouth, her legs trembling, breathing heavily, tongue letting her ride it out.
You lick all her juices, kissing her tummy breast and finally her lips, letting her taste you, fingers tracing her folds teasing only for a bit before letting go.
The sloppy wet kiss falters, eyes staring at each other, her hand coming to rest on your cheek. You kiss her nose and dress her before speaking.
“Lets get out, maybe the others are wondering why we're taking so long.”
She nods slowly, watching you pull your panties back on, her hand coming to your wrist,nudging you on top of her lap,hands sliding to your ass, lips on lips again,breaths intertwining, soft moans escaping you.
“Katara..” you whine and whisper, breaking the kiss, the string of saliva mourning.
“in a second princess” she says before kissing you again, hugging and keeping you close.
Outside is colder now, Zuko immediately sparked the fire back, Aang and Toph are ‘sparring’, Sokka is with Suki sitting on the grass looking up at the stars while Katara and you stay seated on a log, the aroma of warm fresh soup flourishing in the air.
“I still think I made it too salty.” Katara mutters, looking at the soup and taking another sip , in the background, hearing rocks and air flush, cricket creating a new rhythm.
Night time went by gradually, Zuko clinged onto you,Katara held your hand,Sokka showed you constellations he learned from Katara…and also, you slept in between Aang and Suki on the big bed.
The avatars big hands securing your waist while Suki attached her arm around yours, sleeping fondly. The only people who had singular beds were Zuko and Toph.
The firelord gets too hot at night and the earthbender was known for throwing kicks in her sleep. So, Sokka, Aang, you,Suki and Katara made yourself comfortable on the bed. It wasn't anything new, the way their bodies melted in yours, soft breaths colliding.
You fell asleep fast , given the events that happened, body almost sore, Suki and Aang fighting over in their sleep in who gets to embrace you.
Moon shines, rivers cascade, cricket coming out of their depth to embrace nature and give nurturing songs.
—
Everything goes away when you hear a sneeze and the smell of wood burning, two hands wrapped around your waist, cheek resting against your neck, and… something poking you?
Morning wood. You sigh,blinking, noting the two siblings gone from their spots. Zuko and Toph are yet to be woken up, even Suki's still asleep.
Your hands linger against Aang's trying to escape his grasp.
“Did I do something wrong..?” A sudden low grumble fires. Aang eyes opening, his touch tightening, hips humping you bottom weakly, like he always does whenever you're the closest thing to him and he has some… problems.
“Include me as well, you rarely talked to me yesterday.” Suki's voice slides in, her arms crossed, body facing yours, a glint of worry in her eyes.
“What, no.. Nobody did anything wrong..” You mutter, Suki immediately shushing you to not wake the other two, gentle kisses on your cheek by Aang.
“Everyone looked at me weird, it's not my fault that you enjoy my company, why should I back away if you like me, right Y/n?”
The man says, eyebrows frowning, holding you tighter, his wood pushing against you, the smell of breakfast filling the air.
“Aang, let's be real, you clinged to her all day yesterday.”
“So what?” he retorts, earning a weak slap from you on his arm.
“Enough. Shut up,the others will wake up from all this fuss.” You mumble, spreading your legs, soft grunts fleeing from the avatars throat.
“Mmh…just help yourself Aang,get the time back from yesterday..” You mutter, blinking lazily, finding Suki's eyes.
“And you too..” you continue, tugging the girl closer, capturing her lips.
“Toph an-”
“It doesn't matter, come on Suki..”
“...okay”
Aang doesn't think twice,his veiny fingers swooping up his underwear, trapping his growing erection between your thighs, spreading your folds and letting the natural lube coat his thick cock. Just about you moan a hand covers your mouth, Suki's hand sliding up towards your breasts, slipping up the skirt, tasting the sweet and hard areola.
Aang easily tucks your thigh upwards, breathing heavily.
“Spirit's, you feel so nice, I'm not even in you yet, so soft ,so mine..”
You close your eyes, opening right after as Suki nibbles on the hard nipple. You judge yourself, lips onto hers to stop the moans from coming out, hand sliding underneath her underwear, toying with her clit.
You twirl your tongue around hers, tasting berries in the aftertaste,swallowing each others saliva, a deep moan gulped down once Aang slides his shaft inside your cunt, moving his hips in an uneven state.
Your fingers moving along side Suki's folds,entering a finger, her legs jolting and trembling hinting at her orgasm.
Aang's pace fastens, trying his best to not let anything slip,arms wrapped around you.
Suki whines in your mouth, saliva slipping down her chin once she releases, moving against your trace. She pulls away from you, wiping away the drool, luring away your hand and focusing on your tits, playing with them and sucking on your nipples, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Aang hits your cervix, one of his fingers coming and fiddling with your clit,squirting on the sheets, Suki's touch doing a fantastic job at covering your whimpers.
Aang hisses, taking out his length, cumming his senses out in his hand so he doesn't get you dirty. Right after, he snuggles you close, pampering you with kisses whilst Suki does the same, adjusting your dress.
“I wonder how these two didn't wake up...” Suki whispers and chuckles, caressing your cheek, talking to both Aang and you. The avatar laughs lightly.
“Even if they did, I didn't think they would've mind–”
You groan,hiding your face in the woman's chest,holding onto her to escape the conversation.
Suki giggles, tugging your hair.
“Youre like dessert you know? We can't get enough of you–”
“Guys wake up! Breakfast is ready, we need to get ready for errands!” Katara yells, tugging on the tent with Momo on her shoulders, Sokka in the scenery feeding Appa some treats.
Hope it's alright, if there are any mistakes, I apologize! I am so tired, not even gonna change the font honestly, let it be big, just like Aang.
You've always been obsessed with aang's back muscles, going to beach or river side was always your favorite thing ever just cause you got total freedom to ogle his back the entire time.
You loved tracing the planes of his back running up and down every slope and following the line of his arrow tattoo and slowly rubbing the scar in the middle of his back anytime he lay on his stomach.
It's the best feeling in the world to hug him from the back and rest your face against his hard muscles or to feel his back when he lifts you up in a hug and have you hanging on to his shoulders.
The thing is aang knows how obsessed you're with his back that is why when you suggested a weekend getaway for your anniversary he was on the case specifically looking for an inn with a ceiling mirror.
Just so he can get this expression on your face when your eyes connected with the mirror and his back on full display as he sunk deep into your pussy, feeling how you clenched around him the moment your eyes locked on the mirror and his back flexed when he pulled out of you.
"Like the surprise" he whispers angling his body to make his muscles more prominent, picking up his pace and drilling his cock into you, the sight of his back has your eyes rolling back into your skull but you immediately open them so you don't lose the perfect view in front of you.
The sounds your pussy is making is nasty completely gushing all over Aang squeezing and gripping the life out of his cock, the place where you're both joined is messy and frothy with you creaming all over him.
You've never been more desperate for him with your nails digging into his back and leaveing marks your eyes glazing over, your mouth stuck in a constant "O" shape but your eyes never closed and it got even worse when he folded you fully into a mating press with him completely enveloping you with him and fucking you even deeper, covering you so much you can't even see yourself and not knowing where you start and he began.
It's all too much, his moans in your ears, whispering the filthiest things known to man, his hands gripping your thighs and pushing them as much as they can get to your chest, his pelvic muscle rubbing against your sensitive nub every time he pushed all the way in, his length pulsing in you and stabbing your g-spot over and over again but most especially his back, SPIRITS HIS BACK flexing, dripping with sweat, shifting and moving every time he pushed in you even harder.
All that was enough to have you cumming on his cock in seconds, body seizing up, fingers digging into his back toes curling and still through all this you were trying your hardest to keep your eyes on that mirror especially when Aang flooded your pussy with his cum and you could actively see his back shuddering and shaking causing your cunt to gush even more around him.
"We need this at home desperately" you say into his ear still staring at his back.
A/N: Not the best thing in the world but I desperately needed to drop something in the Aang smut community specifically about his back like we need more back muscle Aang fics PLEASE😭😭😭
You've always been obsessed with aang's back muscles, going to beach or river side was always your favorite thing ever just cause you got total freedom to ogle his back the entire time.
You loved tracing the planes of his back running up and down every slope and following the line of his arrow tattoo and slowly rubbing the scar in the middle of his back anytime he lay on his stomach.
It's the best feeling in the world to hug him from the back and rest your face against his hard muscles or to feel his back when he lifts you up in a hug and have you hanging on to his shoulders.
The thing is aang knows how obsessed you're with his back that is why when you suggested a weekend getaway for your anniversary he was on the case specifically looking for an inn with a ceiling mirror.
Just so he can get this expression on your face when your eyes connected with the mirror and his back on full display as he sunk deep into your pussy, feeling how you clenched around him the moment your eyes locked on the mirror and his back flexed when he pulled out of you.
"Like the surprise" he whispers angling his body to make his muscles more prominent, picking up his pace and drilling his cock into you, the sight of his back has your eyes rolling back into your skull but you immediately open them so you don't lose the perfect view in front of you.
The sounds your pussy is making is nasty completely gushing all over Aang squeezing and gripping the life out of his cock, the place where you're both joined is messy and frothy with you creaming all over him.
You've never been more desperate for him with your nails digging into his back and leaveing marks your eyes glazing over, your mouth stuck in a constant "O" shape but your eyes never closed and it got even worse when he folded you fully into a mating press with him completely enveloping you with him and fucking you even deeper, covering you so much you can't even see yourself and not knowing where you start and he began.
It's all too much, his moans in your ears, whispering the filthiest things known to man, his hands gripping your thighs and pushing them as much as they can get to your chest, his pelvic muscle rubbing against your sensitive nub every time he pushed all the way in, his length pulsing in you and stabbing your g-spot over and over again but most especially his back, SPIRITS HIS BACK flexing, dripping with sweat, shifting and moving every time he pushed in you even harder.
All that was enough to have you cumming on his cock in seconds, body seizing up, fingers digging into his back toes curling and still through all this you were trying your hardest to keep your eyes on that mirror especially when Aang flooded your pussy with his cum and you could actively see his back shuddering and shaking causing your cunt to gush even more around him.
"We need this at home desperately" you say into his ear still staring at his back.
A/N: Not the best thing in the world but I desperately needed to drop something in the Aang smut community specifically about his back like we need more back muscle Aang fics PLEASE😭😭😭
summary: you and light have been a pair for as long as you can remember, but lately he's been pulling away. in your time of uncertainty, you end up getting close to l, maybe a little too close. now light's back to normal though, and you're left to figure out how you want to fix the mess you've made.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, double penetration, fingering, handjob, threesome, voyeurism/exhibitionism, praise/degradation, infidelity, messy behavior in general, light angst here and there
wc: 19.6k
a/n: finally it is here <3 sorry for the delay, it has been a rough couple weeks. reblogs, comments, and asks are always appreciated <3 also i just have to put out there that my main in mario kart is waluigi till the day i perish 🙏
kinktober slot: day 27 - double penetration
"Light, can you slow down a little? Or at least tell me where we're going?" you called out to your boyfriend walking three paces ahead of you. Three paces he seemed hellbent on keeping between you and him.
He didn't answer your plea. Didn't even spare you a glance. On the contrary, you were pretty sure he sped up ever so slightly.
With a petulant huff, you tried to follow him along the crowded street as best you could. It was just difficult when you didn't really know why you were here or what you were supposed to be looking for. He never kept you well-informed when it came to his plans. Most of the time, you were shocked he even let you tag along at all.
His eyes constantly darted around between groups of people lining the path in the most subtle way. His head didn't move at all, but his pupils bounced around in every direction. Yours remained on his figure. At first, you'd tried glancing around too, but you couldn't figure out for the life of you who or what he was trying to find. You decided to just focus on not getting lost instead.
Bounding up closer to him, your fingers brushed his own. His hands had always been so smooth and soft. No calluses, no blemishes. No mileage at all. You went to intertwine your fingers together. That was when he finally acknowledged you.
He pulled his hand away.
You frowned, choosing to believe it was accidental. That your boyfriend wouldn't reject you so purposefully. You tried again with more intention, clasping with your whole palm rather than hooking pinkies.
His response matched your increased effort. He bent his arm at the elbow and pulled his hand out of your reach, fully removing the opportunity for physical contact. Then, he scowled at you, and his lips curled into that sneer you were becoming more familiar with these days.
"What are you doing? We're here to work," he said, talking to you the same way he talks to anyone else who inconveniences him, "This isn't a date. Try to focus."
"Light, I-" you went to defend yourself. But he cut you off before you got the chance.
"If you're not interested in helping, then stay out of my way," he directed before turning away.
Your lips closed up again, any words wilting away in your throat like a bouquet of old roses. You swallowed the petals down hard. You couldn't get emotional, let alone cry. If you did that, your lover would never let you hear the end of his disappointment.
Your lover. You didn't even know if it was accurate to call him that anymore. More like you were the lover, and he was your beloved. Your Light.
The two of you had been together in a way for as long as you could remember. Friends as children, crushes in your teens, and now as adults, officially boyfriend and girlfriend. You'd wanted this for so long - to say he belonged to you, that you were the ones who owned each other's hearts. But now that you had that, it didn't feel how you imagined it would.
You looked down as you traversed through the crowd.
The relationship between you and Light didn't feel like a fairy tale. It didn't resemble the romantic movies he used to tease you for liking. You could never imagine him kissing you in the rain or singing some love song or whatever else the guys in those movies did to win back the girls after hurting them.
When Light hurt you, either by brushing you off or saying words cold enough to freeze your pumping heart, he barely even said sorry. He'd give you the look, mutter a "I didn't mean it like that," and if you were lucky, half-hug you and kiss the crown of your head.
He hadn't always been so uncaring. A cloud had cast over him at some point during your teenage years, worse than any usual case of angst. His mental storm seemed to block out any rays of sunlight permanently. In recent months, it had gotten worse. Ever since the start of this investigation.
The two of you were supposed to be entering the primes of your lives. Enrolled in university, beginning everything together. But he just grew darker by the day, and you didn't know how to stop it. You could feel him dissolving into ash between your fingers. Slipping away while you desperately tried to hold onto whatever you could.
Barbs started to form in your throat and clearing it didn't help any. Reflecting on your crumbling relationship always reduced you to a state of silence or tears.
You counted the cracks in the street as you walked. It didn't matter to you if you lagged behind and got separated from Light at this point. He made it clear you weren't needed nor wanted. Getting lost wouldn't really mean anything. You could just make your way back to the task force earlier than you'd anticipated. He probably wouldn't even notice your absence.
A few steps ahead, you bumped into his back, earning another glare. He seemed to have come to a dead end in his search. Groaning in frustration, his eyes landed upon you, even harsher than before.
"Don't just stare at me!" he snapped, "Call back to the task force. Let them know we'll be returning soon."
The words struck you as if they were physical arrows. You turned away and pulled out your phone, flipping it open and dialing the number. The tone rang over the painful silence between you two. You tried to choke down any scratchiness your emotions could cause in your voice before someone answered the phone.
Suddenly, a calm voice echoed into your ear.
"Yes?"
L.
"Hi... me and Light will be back soon," you said. The less words you used, the less likely you were to crack.
There was a pause. You wondered if he could tell if something was wrong. You almost hoped that was the case.
"Alright. I take it you two didn't see our target?" he asked.
"No," you answered in the same quiet voice, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I didn't expect the two of you would be successful," he said. His voice was soft, like he truly didn't mind. The exact opposite of your boyfriend's. "We'll talk when the both of you return to the hotel."
He hung up first, and you flipped your phone shut seconds after. Turning to face Light, you found him already staring at you.
"He says he'll talk to us when we come back," you informed him.
All you got in response was a nod. He brushed past you in the direction of the hotel everyone was at for the day. Following along behind him, you didn't say anything. You folded your arms over your chest, not in defiance or anger. It felt defensive.
As you trailed him, the thoughts swirling through your mind consumed most of your attention. Why did you even continue doing this? You were just as much a member of the task force as Light, but he treated you like you were a secretary at best.
In the past, your father had worked with Mr. Yagami as a detective. You'd grown up in the world of suspects and investigations, taught to solve puzzles since you were old enough to keep yourself upright on your dad's lap at his desk.
L himself had approved you to work on the Kira investigation independent of that fact. He saw that you could keep up. But still, it felt like everyone treated you as Light's sidekick. You were cute! Smart for a girl. So sweet to dedicate all this time to helping your boyfriend.
By the time you reached the elevator, you were talking yourself up to quitting. You wanted to catch Kira. You believed in this job. But maybe if you cut your losses now, you could still salvage a relationship with Light. Or at least your perception of him. You wouldn't come to resent him if he wasn't yelling at you day in and day out.
You stayed behind him as the two of you walked down the hallway to the room. The lamps lining the walls flickered, making the already dim lighting worse. Your eyes stayed down on your shoes through the entryway and into the room. Light briefly caught up his dad on the day's events, and then you heard that same voice that talked to you over the phone.
You looked up. And suddenly, quitting didn't seem like such a perfect plan.
The syllables of your name rolled off his tongue like smooth billows of smoke. Something fluttered in your belly that you hadn't felt in a while. You used to feel it for Light until every time he spoke your name, it came out with disdain.
L talked, but you only half-registered the words. He was more focused on the points your boyfriend was firing at him anyway. You watched how his dark eyes focused as he absorbed everything about the conversation happening between them.
Your own gaze on him held nothing but admiration. You felt things about L that you wouldn't be able to articulate if asked. At first, you had the same reaction to him that everyone did. You thought he was strange. From the way he sat to his eating habits, you didn't understand him. But over the course of the investigation, you dedicated yourself to trying.
In a way, you looked to him as an aspiration. The pinnacle in the field of investigation. Quite possibly the smartest man in the world (though you'd bet Light would roll his eyes if he heard you say that out loud).
As you watched him now, his crooked posture and jaw rotating while he chewed on some saccharine treat, you began to mentally revise some of your earlier thoughts.
He was the only one who didn't view you as an extension of Light. When you were working with him, you weren't the feminine version of someone else. You were just you.
The only time you believed you deserved to be here just as much as Light was when you were sitting near L. You'd propose an idea or question something, and the way he would look at you made you feel like you weren't just a little kid everyone allowed to play dress up among adults. He'd give you a simple praise. "Nice work," or "Could be. Interesting." And you'd beam like you'd been given a trophy.
Right now though, even his proximity didn't help to brighten your mood. The clouds from your boyfriend snapping at you hadn't cleared just yet.
The conversation occurring in front of you came to a close. Light gave a quick goodbye and then turned to head out after his father. He clearly expected you to follow, but before you could, something else drew your focus. L, saying your name again.
"If you could, may I ask you to stay for a few moments?" he said, expression unchanging.
"What do you need to talk to her for?" Light interjected before you had the chance to answer.
Your head swiveled between the two of them. On one side was L, calm and unbothered by the clipped nature of your boyfriend's voice. On the other was the latter, his mouth twitching with the urge to scowl.
If you didn't know Light as well as you do, you might have thought this was a bout of jealousy. With the current state of things between you two, that might have even made you happy. A sign that he was still invested in you. But you did know him, so you knew that if anything, he was jealous of the fact that L had deemed information suitable for only you.
"It's nothing serious. Just a few questions about some files she brought to my attention last week," L further explained.
You stood there unmoving, as if you needed Light's permission to talk to your teammate. Looking back at him, you waited for some sign of approval.
He glanced at you and then back at the man behind you before shrugging.
"Fine. I'll see you later," he told you, barely saying goodbye as he exited.
The rest of the task force had also cleared the room for the day, leaving you and L in the cool hotel room alone. Your eyes glanced around to distract your mind from the awkwardness of the situation. The tacky pink wallpaper plastered all around you felt like it was closing in at the moment. The only sound between the four walls was the hum of the air conditioner. That was until he waved you over to the sitting area.
"Come here for a second. I wanted to talk to you." His voice sounded as though he didn't feel any of the tension you did.
You followed him as you had followed Light earlier, quiet and lagging behind a few steps. You took a seat on the ivory loveseat against the wall. He slid around the table. You expected him to sit in the chair at the end of the coffee table like he usually did, but instead, he landed next to you on the chiffon cushions. Your heart skipped a beat. You wondered if he was about to give you some sort of bad news. Maybe you'd made a mistake in your work. Maybe you were now a suspect too.
Regardless of what it was, he bent his legs up so his feet rested on the material. His normal crouching position put you at ease.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
You blinked at the question. "Um... no?" you said.
He hummed in acknowledgement. His process of studying one's features was slightly less endearing when you were the target.
"You seem upset. Are you sure you're alright?" he tried again.
"Yeah," you nodded. Your eyes cast down to your lap. "I'm ok, really. I'm sorry if I seem a little off. Just not a great day, I guess."
"Did something happen earlier when you were out?" he said, seeing right through the excuses.
You looked up again, bringing him back into your field of vision. "Not really..." you opted for, though you knew you sounded unconvincing.
"Nothing out of the ordinary?"
"Definitely not out of the ordinary," you sighed before you could stop yourself. Realizing you probably shouldn't have said that, you sunk back against the stiff backing of the sofa.
"What does that mean?" he asked from beside you.
You weren't totally sure why he was going down this line of questioning, but you answered anyway. L had never given you a reason not to trust him.
"It's just stupid stuff. Between me and Light. Nothing you'd want me to bother you with," you shrugged.
"Try me," he said.
You looked at him tentatively.
"Both of you are key members on this task force," he continued, "If something is affecting your ability to work with other members of this team, then I think it's in my best interest to know about it."
A moment of further hesitation passed before you sighed. Your hand rose to your eyes, stretching your fingers over your brow and rubbing at your frustration.
"He just doesn't seem like himself lately," you said, "Or he does, I guess. But he just... he's different with me."
You found your legs pulling closer to your body and your feet perching at the edge of your seat too. Maybe sitting like this did help you think.
"Distant?" L asked from his side of the furniture.
"Sort of... it's like he wants to be distant, but we work together so he can't be. I don't know," you said. You cut yourself short because you could feel your throat beginning to tighten, and you refused to let yourself cry in front of your teammate whose respect you so badly crave.
"Well. The stress of this whole case is probably weighing on Light, especially with him being a suspect..." he said, trailing off in the way he tended to do.
"I guess. It just feels like he can't even stand the sight of me anymore," you said. Your voice cracked the tiniest bit, but you knew he heard it. A shaky breath left you, and you tilted your head back, as if gravity could keep your tears at bay. "Not that long after we started dating, things just got different between us. It's just... disappointing."
The man beside you nodded as if trying to contemplate what to say next. "Have you talked to him about this?"
"Light doesn't do talks like this," you said, barely louder than a whisper.
Another plume of silence rose between the two of you. You swallowed hard, neck still against the back of the couch. Vaguely, you felt the pressure of the seats shifting, the weight on it redistributing.
You took your hand away from your brow and turned your head to find L much closer. His wide eyes stared at you from less than a foot away.
"Someone who cares about you shouldn't be making you so upset," he mused.
To stop your lip from wobbling, you held it between your teeth for a moment. Even though nothing audible came from you, a small drop of water rolled from the outer corner of your eye. Without missing a beat, his thumb came up to wipe it away. If you weren't yearning for someone to care about how you felt, maybe you would have been confused by it. But right then, it felt good.
"He's just so mean now. He was always sharp before but now... he looks at me like he hates me," you whispered.
He seemed to be the one hesitating now. His eyes rested on your features.
"You're an intelligent girl. Light is smart too, of course, but he has no right to order you around or insult you," he said, "I hope you don't feel like you have to put up with that because you work together."
The others had noticed it too then. You hadn't given any specific instances of how he treated you, but he still knew.
"I know I don't have to. I just... I don't know how to be without him," you said, feeling pathetic. You shouldn't need this guy you've only known for such a short amount of time to tell you this stuff. But as he spoke to you with such tenderness, you found yourself wishing he did it more often.
"You know you're a pretty girl. You're sweet and thoughtful. I'm sure there's a lot of people who would feel lucky if you gave them the time of day," he said. The words came out slow, as though he was traversing a field of landmines. "I'm only saying that because staying with someone out of obligation rarely pans out."
You simply nodded in response. What he was saying was the truth. Part of you already knew it. The other part just didn't want to quit yet. It was as if Light was another puzzle, and if you could just put the pieces together right, the picture would form in the end. But the part of you that had already been thinking what you just heard, that was the part that wanted to squirm when you heard the words pretty girl fall from L's lips.
"I know it's not really my place to comment on your relationship," he continued as though he could read your mind, "I just don't want to see you quit this. You're a valuable member of this task force. I would hate to see you run off by petty drama."
You nodded, his words steeling your resolve. "I won't quit this," you confirmed. You wouldn't let Light ruin this for you, but more than that, L wanted you here. And you wanted to be here with him.
"Good," he said while staring back at you. He leaned away from your body and brought his legs down to the floor like he was about to stand. "I don't have anything else to discuss with you. The files thing was just an excuse for Light. You're free to-"
And before you knew what you were really doing, you pushed yourself across the loveseat and crashed your lips against his. To your shock and relief, he didn't push you away. You heard a muffled noise burst out against your mouth, but then you felt him sink into it too. His hand cupped your cheek, and he reciprocated.
A breath you'd been holding since joining this case seeped from your lungs. His lips were so soft, his palm just as delicate. You scooted a little closer to him, feeling the rigidness of his side against your leg. You couldn't remember the last time Light had kissed you like this.
And as that thought crossed your mind, guilt washed over you in a tidal wave.
You pulled back, eyes heavy with the weight of your actions and lips parted so hot puffs of air could flow in and out.
"I'm sorry," you said immediately, "I shouldn't have done that."
He stared back at you, completely motionless for the moment. You started to get up, but he reached out and grabbed your forearm, stopping you.
"Don't be sorry," was all he said at first.
The both of you were trapped here together, locked in the haze of feelings and morals clashing. You wanted to go back in so badly. You wanted to taste him, to feel every detail of his mouth long enough to commit to memory. By the way he was keeping you here, it seemed that he too had some of the same desires.
"I'm sorry because it was unprofessional, not because I don't want to," you clarified softly.
"It was," he agreed, not unhanding you, "I know you're right. It's not a good idea. We should be focused on the case. I shouldn't have involved myself to this degree at all."
The words came out like they're meant to convince himself rather than you.
"Just tell me," he continued, "Did you mean it, or was it a mistake because you're upset?"
"It wasn't a mistake. I meant it. But I can't," you said. But fuck, you wanted to.
He looked so pretty sitting there. His shaggy black hair hung in his eyes which were just as wide and uncertain as yours.
You knew that even though Light could be a huge dick, this was wrong. This wasn't justified, and you should not continue. What you should've done was get up and walk out the door.
But something held you there across from L.
"I understand," he said simply. He wasn't going to force you to do anything. If you strayed from Light, that would be your decision.
'Get up. Get up. Get up,' repeated in your head over and over. But you didn't follow your own mental advice.
"Did you want it? Or was it just the heat of the moment?" you asked softly.
You could see the indecision written all over his face. To make things more complicated with the truth or let them return to normal under the guise of a lie? The conversation lulled with the delay, but then his silken voice spoke the answer you'd been waiting for.
"I wanted it. I've been wanting it," he told you, "Everyday I see you, it gets harder to stand that I don't have you to myself."
And you knew you shouldn't, but now, you needed to. You pushed yourself forward and closed the gap. His thin arms encircled you to pull you toward him.
"Just this once, we can. Just for tonight, you can. Please," you whispered.
And who was he to deny you?
The problem with that night was that it hadn't turned out to be just once.
In the moment that you spoke those words, you meant them. You truly intended for it to be a one time thing. A small slice of pleasure you allowed yourself to indulge in. A secret that would weigh on your heart for the rest of your life. A brief lapse in judgment. A mistake.
But after the fact, what transpired between you and L felt like anything but.
One small kiss turned into several which whisked the two of you into a breathless makeout session on that loveseat. After a while, you'd crawled into his lap, and he'd slipped inside you. It was all a blur when you looked back on it now. A night of passion you'd never come close to experiencing before.
Quite honestly before that evening, you never imagined L to be capable of such romantic fervor. You imagined him as a much more distant lover. Similar to Light with the idea that his affection would be subtle. Different in that it wouldn't feel cold.
But for those hours, the word subtle hadn't crossed your mind once. Intense. Dedicated. All-consuming. Those seemed like more appropriate descriptors.
He'd been so good that you basically passed out next to him in the hotel bed afterwards. The two of you slept as if any of what had taken place was normal. Your limbs tangled with one another's while your dreams danced together overhead.
The next morning you came to slowly. You sat up and yawned, your hand lazily rubbing some of the sleep off your face. It took a few seconds of consciousness for panic to shoot through your body as you realized you needed to get up and go home.
Members of the task force would be there within the hour. You couldn't just be here before everyone else, wearing the same outfit as yesterday. It wouldn't take someone with Light's IQ to figure out what that meant.
You scrambled to put on your clothes and gather any belongings you'd need to make your re-arrival look fresh. L began to wake up from the sounds of your scuffling. He boosted himself up on the mattress and watched you for a moment. You'd never seen him so unfocused. It was beautiful in a way, his eyes lidded and tired, hazy with the remnants of a dream.
As quickly as you could without being rude, you explained what you were doing. To your pleasure, he didn't put up a fight. He helped you gather what you needed so you could go freshen up before coming back.
Before you left though, he brought you into a lingering kiss. He held your jaw tenderly and pulled away without any urgency, looking in your eyes while stroking your lip.
"I'll see you when you get back," he murmured.
And that was the beginning of many transgressions that shattered the illusion of 'just this once.'
You rushed home and hopped in the shower. The hot water washed away the rest of your drowsiness. The rising fog of steam enveloped you in warmth, bringing flashes of him back to your mind. How soft his dark locks had felt feathering against your neck. How tight his hands had gripped yours as he thrust into you. How sweet he'd sounded moaning in your ear.
Sighing, you leaned against the cool tile wall. You had to forget all that. It'd been nice, but it had to remain contained. Your work came first, and you would never hurt Light with the knowledge of any of that. It had happened and you didn't regret it. But it was over now.
At least that was what you told yourself.
On that day when you returned to the hotel in a new outfit, everything went as normal. There were no sly remarks from L. No tantalizing looks or teasing touches meant to operate under Light's nose. The both of you acted normal, went about your jobs and performed your duties as you're supposed to.
You weren't really sure what happened, but somewhere between then and now, your intentions to cut it off got muddled and faded away.
A few nights later, you had to stay late to review some aspects of the case with L. It started off professional but took no time to devolve. His fingers that had been so careful flipping through paperwork, eventually ended up beneath your skirt, toying with your clit as he had you continue to read off lines from the files before you.
After that, your entire relationship took on that tone. Your time together became filled with holding hands under the table, stolen kisses before others entered the room, and hushed moans as if one decibel too loud would result in you being found out.
But despite how good it all felt, you weren't heartless.
Every time you were alone with Light, the guilt crushed you. You began to act more like him, withdrawn and inattentive. If he noticed, he didn't complain, but that didn't alleviate your shame any.
You knew you had to end it with him. That was the only right way to go about this now.
And you planned to, you honestly did. You set a deadline in your head for when you would do it by. You stood in front of your mirror for nearly an hour, practicing what you were going to say. You imagined his reactions and tried to brace yourself in advance.
Every last detail was penciled into place. You even told L about it beforehand. As if it were another task for your job, he offered support. His reaction and the way he went about giving you subtle comfort helped you feel like this was the right decision.
In a way, you still loved Light. You probably always would hold a sliver of affection for him. The forever fondness that comes with being your first love. But you were becoming increasingly certain that you loved L too.
The day you planned to cut Light loose, you woke up extra early. The lining of your stomach felt as though it was webbed with live wires. Anxiety coursed through you with every beat of your heart. You got ready for the day like you always did and then went about your routine as normal. You'd meet up with him at the hotel, and then you could do it afterwards when the two of you were alone.
But that day that you had so meticulously planned didn't end with the two of you in some secluded alcove in the lobby. You didn't get to explain anything. He didn't get to yell at you for betraying him or tell you to never speak to him again. None of that happened because instead, that day he came into the room, he didn't leave with you. He didn't go home afterwards.
He offered himself up for confinement. He ended the day in a cell before you ever got to tell him anything.
You sat near L with your head resting on your hands, glaring at the monitor with the image of Light on it. He was looking back at the camera. Even though there was no way for him to have known your plan, you felt like his coppery eyes gleamed with mockery.
L watched your expression, taking in your dire look. Only the two of you occupied the room right now. Everyone else had gone home for the night. He reached across the desk to take your hand. His thumb swiped over your knuckles tenderly.
You glanced at him in return. "Do you really think he could be Kira?" you asked weakly.
The answer you wanted wasn't so much to do with the exact question you asked. No matter how L explained it or whatever evidence he laid out, you could never bring yourself to fully commit to the idea that your boyfriend was this prolific serial killer. Instead, all you really needed in this moment was some reassurance that this stint in confinement wasn't for no reason.
He met your eyes, pausing before he spoke to consider his words.
"Yes. There's a chance he could be, one I'm partial to believe," he said, "But even if he isn't, that will show in time."
You nodded, pouting without realizing it and turning back to the screen. He was looking ahead now, not staring into your soul through the computer screen. You still felt stuck though.
You couldn't launch into a relationship with L now because Light was gone. The others were already pretty up in arms about Light and Mr. Yagami being held. It was doubtful that seeing you and L use the time as an opportunity for your own benefit would lessen those feelings any.
But on the other hand, you figured it would be cruel and unusual to dump Light through the speaker that blasted into his cell.
You sighed and shook your head, casting your vision over to the screen that featured Misa Amane. Your eyes briefly scanned her features. She was pretty; though, it was hard to tell with the large shield they had her face covered in.
"Do you think she's the second Kira?" you asked with disinterest.
He nodded, much more invested in the stakes of these two pieces of the puzzle than you were at the moment.
"Yes. It's just a matter of getting her to admit it," he said.
You nodded again, inclined to agree with him on that. You didn't know Misa all that well, having only crossed paths with her once or twice. From what you could tell, she had a huge crush on your boyfriend. He didn't seem to reciprocate it necessarily, but he did act strange on the few occasions she came up in conversation.
At certain points, you wondered if he was cheating on you with her, but you figured that was your mind projecting.
"We'll figure it out, darling," L said from beside you, drawing you back to reality with his soft tone, "We just have to be patient."
You turned your head to look at him. Some of the tension in your neck and back eased up as you gazed into his eyes. The sight of him sitting there, scrunched up like usual, softened your pessimistic outlook ever so slightly. He made you believe that you could endure all of this simply because he was worth it.
Leaning over the armrest of your office chair, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. The images of Light and Misa glowed behind your heads as he furthered it, rolling your seat in his direction.
L had been right about one thing. The past couple months required intense patience.
Light's confinement stretched longer than you would have imagined. You predicted a month at most, and even then, you believed that was kind of a stretch. It shouldn't take that long to determine if he was Kira.
But the one month marker passed and it seemed there was still no end in sight.
You and L continued your affair, still in secret. It was odd having to hide when the main person you were shielding from your feelings sat in a cell under your surveillance twenty four hours a day.
Seeing him like that got to you some days. When he started begging and pleading to be set free, it killed you inside. You could barely stand to look at L when it happened. It felt like you were watching the version of Light you'd fallen in love with come back only to be put in agony. Your chest would ache as you watched the video feed, your lip between your teeth and your eyes brimming with a sheen of salty tears.
L understood as best he could. He had known when this all started that things with you wouldn't be so cut and dry. It still gnawed at him a bit to see you torn up, but he gave you space when you needed it and held you when you didn't.
Just as you were beginning to lose hope that this would ever end, the day came that L informed you he would be releasing Light.
A strange mixture of relief and dread flooded your mind. You hadn't gone this long without speaking to Light since the two of you met back when you were both missing your front teeth and taking notes in crayon. You'd be happy to see him free of course, and it was one step closer to untangling yourself from this twisted web you'd created. But the other part of you filled with uneasiness stemming from your guilt. That combined with the expectation that he wouldn't care one way or the other about being reunited with you.
But when the two of you met again in the new hotel, your predictions couldn't have been more wrong.
You reluctantly glanced up at him when you heard him enter the room. But it was when your eyes met that something felt different. Your racing thoughts came screeching to a halt, a head on collision of guilt and nostalgia.
He strode across the room, lacking the normal weight he seemed to constantly carry on his shoulders these days. You rose to your feet on impulse. His arms reached out, and you felt them wrapping around your body. He pulled you to his chest, holding you there as his nose brushed the crown of your head. He said your name against your scalp with more softness than you'd heard from him in months.
You returned the embrace. Your hands splayed across his back, feeling the lean muscles beneath his shirt. Before you knew what was happening, your eyes felt misty.
"I missed you," you choked out as a whisper, "I've missed you so much."
You'd been missing him longer than fifty days. The version of Light in your arms was the one you loved since you were old enough to really understand the concept. This was the one you thought you'd lost forever because of this investigation.
"I missed you too," he said in return. Even his voice sounded like it used to. He didn't speak with inherent disdain for your very being. The words came out with a soft lilt meant for a lover.
"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I didn't do more to help you," you whimpered. The apology was meant for more than the crime you confessed to.
"It's alright. There was nothing you could do," he said, his hand rubbing the expanse between your shoulder blades.
You ran your fingers up his neck and threaded them in his sandy locks. Pulling back a few inches, you kissed his cheek a couple times. You felt the skin flush red with embarrassment, which brought a smile to your lips. He didn't scowl or push you off. He got flustered.
"I missed you a lot. Don't leave me like that again," you whispered, pulling him back in for one more tight hug.
Your heart ached with the knowledge that you had planned to break up with him soon. You didn't think you could go through with it anymore. Not when he was himself again. Your Light.
The two of you pulled away from each other, and then your eyes landed on L sitting on the couch. Either he was much more understanding than you ever thought possible for a human being, or he had a phenomenal poker face. He looked completely unaffected, faring much better than you would be if the roles were reversed.
In contrast to his unbothered appearance, your stomach turned. You felt more guilt building in the pit of your belly, each brick being laid there reminding you of the fact that you were a horrible person. It was the only truth you would accept about this situation. You were a horrible person whose selfishness had created this mess. Truly, the solution you probably needed was swearing off men. You should devote yourself solely to finding Kira because you didn't deserve anyone. Certainly not the two people in this room with you.
The two of them began to speak, but you could barely hear the words coming out. Each of them sat on one end of the orangey, vintage couch while you took your seat in the chair on the opposite side of the pale rug beneath you. All your mind could focus on were the questions swirling within. How could you have done this? How could you have been so self-centered and stupid?
Neither of them deserved this. They didn't deserve to be caught in the carnage of your emotional state. You should've broken up with Light when you fell for L, plain and simple. That would have been the cleanest exit strategy possible here. Now there was no clean option left. Anything you did was going to leave animosity and tension in its wake.
You didn't zone back into the conversation until the words that had been popping out every so often started to piece together. The arrangement they were planning began becoming clear to you.
"You're going to handcuff yourselves together?" you asked with disbelief.
They both took a break from conversing with each other to look at you. L nodded while Light verbalized an explanation.
"If this gets us closer to catching Kira, it will be worth it."
"But come on, do you really think this is necessary? Wasn't almost two months in confinement enough to prove your innocence? All this will do is drive each of you crazy," you argued. The part you left unsaid was that it would drive you crazy as well.
"I believe it's necessary," L told you, "I also believe it will increase our efficiency."
He stared into your eyes, trying to convince you without words. If he was anyone else, you would believe this was intentional. A strike to get back at you for your loving reunion with Light. But you didn't think L would do that. He'd never taint the integrity of his case with personal feelings, and he'd never hurt you like that. He'd never hurt you like you hurt him.
Before you know it, a long, silver chain with two shiny cuffs attached had been pulled out. Each of your lovers got one locked around his wrist. You glanced between them, your eyes following the links that connected them.
You had a bad feeling this would require even more patience than the last couple months did.
Though it wasn't his intention, L couldn't help but feel that this handcuff idea had turned into a punishment for him. His consequence for sleeping with a girl in a relationship, and then continuing the affair and allowing himself to grow attached.
When he came up with the plan, he thought he could handle it. He had put up with watching you and Light together for months when he believed his feelings were unrequited. But now that he had his own taste of you, it felt nearly unbearable.
Living in the task force building with the two of you and watching you lavish all your affection on Light felt like torture. Every stroke of the other man's soft hair from your loving fingers felt like a blade slicing his skin. Each kiss to his pale temple was a bullet piercing his own flesh. Every time he had to hear you speak to Light in a sappy tone of voice or pay him a compliment, he'd rather rip his own ear drums out.
It was brutal. He didn't even get the reprieve of your nights alone together anymore. Your contact with him had been reduced to emotional looks, double-edged words, or soft touches on the rare occasions that Light fell asleep first.
Those nights were few and far in between. The last time it had happened had been weeks ago. All of three of you had been watching a movie, some horror flick none of you had seen. You sat on the couch together, like this was a hang out and not a date. On the right side, Light leaned back into the cushions. L took up the left side while you were in the middle between them.
Light had you tucked to his side as the movie played in front of you three. It was a possessive gesture and that was obvious to L. The movie wasn't scary and you weren't cold. The other man wanted his relationship with you on display. If L was going to sit in on your dates, at least he would know he was the third wheel.
He tried to act casual about it, tried keeping his eyes solely on the screen showing the carved up victims of the film's killer. But he couldn't stop himself from noticing how you played with Light's fingers. You shuffled them between your own, bending his digits and stroking the smooth skin. You fidgeted with them thoughtlessly like it was the most natural thing in the world. And he realized for both of you, it probably was. He'd never felt so out of place.
The urge to get away from it coursed through him with such intensity that he considered popping his thumb out of place just to slip out of the cuffs and get some space. The air in here felt suffocating, weighing down heavier on him every second. He ran his hand through his sleek hair. This night couldn't be over soon enough.
It was about two-thirds of the way through the movie that he felt your hand on his instead. You inched across the cushions and looped your fingers over his. He turned to look at you and saw Light's head slumped over onto your shoulder.
Unease swirled in your eyes. You seemed almost apologetic, and that was confirmed when you spoke, keeping your voice quiet enough not to wake your sleeping boyfriend.
"I'm sorry," you whispered.
He blinked at you. "For what?"
A little sigh puffed from between your lips. "For this," you said, "I'm sorry for dragging you into this and stringing you along and not just breaking things off one way or the other."
"I was hardly unwilling," he responded. His hand flipped over and returned the hold you had on him.
His words made you smile a little, but sorrow still riddled your features. "You know what I mean. I just... I don't wanna make you feel like I'm leading you on. I don't regret being with you. I still care about you. A lot," you said. The L word stayed on the tip of your tongue. You were too mixed up to expel it.
He shook his head. "Don't apologize," he commanded gently, "If I expected something easy, I wouldn't have let this go as far as it did. I'm just as much to blame."
"But still," you replied, unconvinced, "I know I should just end things or leave you alone. It's just that he finally seems to like me again, and I don't know. It's hard to throw that away."
Sadness pervaded your words, and he hated it. It made sense. The tangled knots between the three of you didn't leave much room to feel happy.
"If Light is what you need right now, then that's ok. You don't need to feel an obligation to me-"
"I don't!" you interjected, almost forgetting to keep your volume down, "I don't. It's not like that. I love Light, but you're important to me too. I don't feel like I owe you anything. I feel attached to you because you're special. You mean so much to me. You're not like anyone I've ever known."
You were killing him, truly. He didn't want to let you go, but he figured giving you a way out would be easier. You just wouldn't take it. He didn't really know what to say. It wasn't like he could just join you and Light... the other man would never go for that.
"I love you too," he whispered, saying the words you wanted to without mincing them, "But feeling so torn isn't good for you. And it's not fair to Light."
Internally, your heart soared from the soft declaration. It would've been one of the most romantic moments of your life if it wasn't for the fact that you had made it so messy. But you had, so all you could do was nod because you knew he was right.
"Figure out what exactly you want, what will make you happy, and what will be best for you," he finished.
He then leaned in and gave you the smallest, softest kiss you'd ever received. Despite its fleeting nature, it struck you like a truck crashing into your body. It was the first time you'd kissed him in weeks, a reminder of how good he felt.
You stared into his eyes once the two of you had separated, running the tip of your tongue over your upper lip. Your heart fluttered in your chest for him. Your breaths came in and out with a little more effort.
Then, interrupting the exchange between you two, Light snuck his other arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his body like you were a beloved stuffed animal. The sudden reminder of his presence nearly caused you to jump out of your skin.
You ripped your eyes away from L and settled back in next to your boyfriend. Cuddling him closer, one of your hands ran through his hair and ensured he didn't wake himself up by moving.
And just like that the moment was over. Things went back to how they had been every other second the three of you spent in this arrangement. But L had gotten his fill and it was enough to keep him going for a while more.
Over the next couple days, he watched the two of you more closely. Part of him did it for selfish reasons. He wanted to find more time he could have you to himself. More moments he could steal from Light. But there was another part of him that was purely curious. It was the part of him always looking for a logical solution.
Through his observations, it became increasingly obvious to him that Light wasn't happy about this handcuffing arrangement in regards to his time with you either. He just seemed able to tolerate it much better than L could. Probably because he was the one with the official claim on you. He didn't have to hide his feelings.
Light could openly sit with his arm around your shoulders or your ass parked on his lap. He was the one that could stroke your head or kiss your cheek. He got to call you 'sweetheart' and be the recipient of your bright smiles.
At first he didn't take advantage of any of those things too often, but lately, the detective had noticed an uptick in all of those behaviors. The others had caught onto it too and found his rejuvenated affection for you slightly odd, but they chalked it up to almost two months apart. Two months without any form of physical contact would drive anyone to feel needy. And L agreed with that for the most part, though like with everything else, he had some theories of his own.
He also believed that Light's increase in attentiveness towards you stemmed from jealousy beginning to fester inside him. Maybe jealousy wasn't exactly the right word, but his actions toward you weren't purely romantic. They felt like warnings sometimes, reminders that you belonged to him.
He didn't think you had told your boyfriend about your affair. It was doubtful that he would've just let that slide and carried on with things as if they were totally fine. And he didn't think he was catching on either. As much as it pained him, you had been so inconspicuous. If he was anyone but himself, he didn't think he would paint you as attracted to anyone other than Light.
There was only one real instance he could identify that would qualify as Light catching scent of the truth.
The three of you had been working on the case in the evening, sitting side by side at the table in the main room of HQ. Your bodies lined up in their normal arrangement, Light on one side, you in the middle, and L on the other.
Over the crown of your boyfriend's brown hair, sat the band on a pair of headphones. The audio of last week's news coverage droned in his ears. Meanwhile you worked on taking notes on dates of killings and potential patterns and connections between them. L was scribbling some points down about names of victims.
It had been small, and he'd barely noticed it. But when his eyes drifted to the left side of his page, he caught a little marking on the right edge of yours.
A small pair of dots with a curved line beneath stared up at him. The little smiley face gave him the look you couldn't, spoke the words he didn't hear from you anymore.
He ended up drawing his own tiny ":)" on his paper. It rested right next to yours, only separated by the thin space between the two sheets.
It only took you a minute or so to notice. He acted like he was focused on his work, but he subtly watched in his peripheral for the smile that spread across your lips.
Continuing the game, you brought your pen back to the sight of your doodle and drew a little tongue sticking out of the mouth. He laughed under his breath. Thoughts of adding onto his filled his brain, but before he could, the third person in the room interjected.
"Are you guys passing notes now?" Light asked before nudging the headphones off one of his ears, both visibly and audibly unamused.
Your head whipped to face him. "Sorry. I just got a little distracted," you explained. You leaned in and placated him with a kiss to his cheek. Then your attention returned to the task in front of you.
L continued to watch as the interaction played out. Before he could refocus his own intentions, he caught Light giving him a look. It was only for a few seconds, but the suspicion shot across the back of your shoulders directly into L's skull.
But as far as he knew, that had been it. Neither of you had talked about it in front of him, so unless you discussed it while he slept, Light must have just let it go.
So the only other option left that could explain this shift in his level of affection was natural possessiveness. Whether he was conscious of it or not, Light had to share you with someone else 24/7 now. The two of you were never alone anymore. Even if L stayed quiet, forgetting his presence entirely was not an easy task with the way he stared. Private conversations and truly intimate moments were a thing of the past in your shared life. He supposed that would grate on anyone.
He still wasn't decided on that line of reasoning though, so he filed it away with the rest of the ways Light had changed during his confinement. He could figure out the source later. For now, he just needed to focus on you.
Quite honestly, he couldn't believe he had let any of this happen. He found himself wishing that he stopped on that first night. That part of his mind yearned for some way to go back in time and tell you the kiss was unprofessional and leave the tension to fizzle out. Everything would be so much easier in the universe where that actually happened.
But then again, in that universe, that version of himself would never get to experience you, and he didn't envy that in the slightest. Even with all the drama and secrets and heartache, he didn't regret you at all. It was the mess he hated, not the person at the center of it. No matter how hopeless things between the two of you seemed, he found himself unable to let go. You could trample his heart as much as you wanted and drag it through countless fields of broken glass, but at the end of the day, he'd still be there waiting for you to pick him from the carnage.
He knew it was pathetic. Childish even, believing in some sort of modern fairytale with you. But being aware of those things didn't curtail his feelings any.
If anything, it made them worse. Not having you to himself like he did for the time Light was gone created a bitter taste in the back of his mouth. Acidic resentment ready to spew at any moment toward the man toting you around as his possession.
The worst it felt was when you two did try to have a private moment while he slept.
Normally, you spent the nights in your own room in the task force building, but on occasion, you'd fall asleep before you could retire to your own space. In those cases, you'd sleep pressed to Light's side on one of the two beds in his and L's shared bedroom.
That night when the jealousy burned so hot inside him it felt like it would bubble over, it was because he woke up to the sound of the chain rustling. It dangled across the space between the two twin mattresses, the links clanking against each other and the floor. The sounds weren't erratic but just noisy enough to pull him from the comforts of unconsciousness.
His mind stayed hazy at first, ready to be lured back under. But then he heard a soft moan. Light's voice tenderly bursting into the otherwise quiet space. Then came you shushing him.
"I'm only gonna keep going if you stay quiet," you whispered.
That brought L to his senses a little more. He had been facing away from the two of you, so he couldn't see what was going on exactly. He blinked away his sleepiness and tried to focus on deducing that though.
From there, he could hear the rhythmic strokes of your hand. The wet sound of you spitting onto your palm. Light's grunts as he presumably bit his lip and kept his face against your neck.
"You're so good at that," he choked out while gritting his teeth.
A quiet giggle trickled from your lips, and a part of L died inside. It felt kind of stupid. He knew you and Light were intimate. But knowing and bearing witness were two separate things.
"You still have to be quiet. If you wake him up, I'm never doing this for you again. If you get hard in the middle of the night, you'll have to rely on your own hand," you teased before connecting your lips with his.
L lied in bed as the rest of that played out. The delicate smooches and creaks of the bed. Light's strained whines and labored breaths.
Even after you'd finished him off and the two of you fell asleep again, he rested on the bed, moving as much as a stone. His eyes stared at the wall while his limbs felt like cement. Thoughts tangled up in his mind. The feelings of betrayal and envy and disgust and longing all muddled together.
Humiliating as it was, none of them killed his need for you. If you came to him tomorrow and informed him you and Light had split, he'd be as ready to embrace you as he was a few hours ago.
The desperate yearning for you was a disease, but as of now, it wasn't terminal. He could still function, could still even coexist with the subject of his hatred. That's what he was doing right now as the three of you played Mario Kart on the Wii hooked up to the tv in their shared room.
You and Light were curled up in the corner of the couch again while L sat a few feet away on the floor with his back against the structure. His shoulders tilted side to side as he maneuvered the controller in his hands.
Three of the small split screens showed your chosen characters weaving through Coconut Mall. You had a shitty race so far, lagging behind in fifth place. Light was up ahead in first with Toad while L trailed close behind in third as Dry Bones.
You already resigned to losing given that it was the third lap and you didn't have any good power ups. After winning the last cup, that was fine with you. One of them could have this one.
The two men on either side of you didn't share your nonchalance. Both were dead silent, completely focused on the tv screen. They zipped their cars through the virtual parking lot, dodging the mini obstacles in the way. Glancing over at his corner of the screen, you could see Light basically had it in the bag. But then L jammed his thumb down on one of the wiimote buttons.
A blue shell flew out of the little skeleton turtle's hand and zipped up ahead to Toad. It slammed down with all the pettiness L felt inside, and Dry Bones passed by, smug with success.
"Damn!" Light huffed, dropping the controller in his lap.
He glared at the screen as you finished up the race. You came in fourth place rather than fifth. The feeling of slight achievement wasn't long lived though. You could tell out of the corner of your eye that your boyfriend had just barely resisted the urge to fling the plastic remote towards the wall.
L turned his head to look up at the both of you. His gossamer lashes kissed his cheeks as he blinked a few times. You looked at him awkwardly, hoping he could say something to cut through the tension.
"You know, Light. If you used the mushroom in your inventory, you could've avoided the blue shell. There's a trick you can do with the timing, but also, you would've been over the finish line if you sped up so it wouldn't have mattered if it hit you anyw-"
Light's head snapped in his direction, his stare even more agitated than before. Your eyes flitted between them like a scolded puppy even though you weren't on the receiving end of the icy look. If there was one thing about Light you knew, it was that he hated being shown up. And even more, he loathed being corrected afterwards.
"What happened to you pretending like you're not even here?" he said with a tight jaw, "This is supposed to be time for me and my girlfriend. And last I checked, that isn't you."
L shrugged in response, not reciprocating the annoyance. "It was your girlfriend who asked me to play. Maybe you should have checked with her about that," he said coolly.
You cringed a little, hearing the subtle assertion in his voice. He said your girlfriend, but you could sense the challenge. The unspoken dare to Light to make that more apparent so he could prove otherwise. You really really didn't want that to happen though, so you interrupt the exchange with forced laughter.
"Guys, chill out. It's just Mario Kart. No need to get all upset," you said.
L took your advice and turned his eyes back towards the television. Coconut Mall was only the second track in the cup after all. There were two more to go.
You looked up at Light who was relaxing now too and sinking back into the plush cushions of the couch. He still hadn't picked up the blue wiimote in his lap, and you weren't confident he was going to in the next few seconds.
As a preemptive strike, you leaned in and kissed his cheek. "You don't have to play anymore if you don't want to, baby," you murmured.
Baby.
The word stabbed at L. He peered back at your shared corner of the couch.
"Don't be a sore loser, Light. You know you don't have to be good at everything," he taunted.
In an instant, your boyfriend's face morphed into his previous harsh expression. You grabbed the controller from his lap, preventing him from lobbing it at L before the thought to do so could form in his mind.
"I actually have a lot of other games. We could all just play something else. There's Wii Sports, Just Dance. I even have this one where you're like a detective, so maybe you guys would like that..." you chattered.
"Can we just watch a movie instead? Something that involves less input from him," Light responded with a pointed gaze in L's direction.
"Sure!" you chirped, all too eager for another distraction.
You hopped up from the sofa, nearly tripping over the chain that connected their wrists. Your feet got their balance though and narrowly avoided an embarrassing fall. Once stable, you headed over to the little binder of disks you'd brought to HQ when you all moved in here and rifled through it to find something that could please both men.
L chewed the inside of his cheek. He had nothing to really be irritated about in this moment, but this whole situation wore on him. As a result, he felt like being a little pushy.
"Your girlfriend was excited to play that game, wasn't she?" L asked, still keeping the facade of casualness, "We really have to stop because you're not winning?"
The way Light gritted his teeth was nearly audible. "She's the one who suggested we do something else," he defended, "If she still wanted to play, she would tell me. She doesn't need you speaking on her behalf."
"Yeah, really. It's no big deal. I can play later," you said, trying your best to smooth things out.
L's pupils lingered on you, assessing and judging. He knew you were trying to defuse the situation above all else. He understood the motivation, but that didn't mean he liked it. Why couldn't you let the fuse burn down to the blow up? The explosion that could set everything straight. Let it clear this mess and leave nothing but rubble that the two of you could rise from to be together.
As of now though, that was nothing more than a wild pipe dream. He let go of it. It was probably best for the case anyway.
You popped a DVD into the player before standing and prancing back to the sofa. Taking your seat, you slotted yourself right under Light's arm, pressed against his side. L scooted up onto the couch too but maintained the distance of a single cushion. It was weird sharing the space with the two of you, yet he figured it was better than staying on the floor and feeling like a kid being babysat by a negligent couple.
Only a few moments passed before the menu screen appeared. The cheesy looped music sounded for a couple seconds before you tapped the button to play your selection. It was some 90s movie. One that despite its star-studded cast, was still filled to the brim with atrocious acting.
All three of you were silent through the beginning even though none of you held much interest in the film. The plot panned out predictably; the characters fighting over petty qualms and falling in love at the drop of the hat while the end of the world decorated the background of their lives.
L let out a quiet sigh, a section of his dark tresses swaying with the force of his breath. The heel of his palm squished against his cheek while boredom swirled in his eyes and spread across his other features.
Meanwhile on your side of the couch, you remained relieved you'd avoided imminent catastrophe. Your head leaned against Light's shoulder while his fingers twirled absent-mindedly on your bicep. About forty-five minutes into the film, he turned and kissed your forehead.
You peeked up at him. The act would've been unusual for the Light you'd become accustomed to months ago, but for this updated version, it was fairly in line. You gave him a tiny smile and snuggled further into his side. Relaxation permeated the both of you as you sat there and watched the stupid movie in front of you. To you, it was the end of conflict. This acted as a time killer to fill the rest of the night before you could go to sleep.
But your boyfriend seemed to view the situation through a different lens.
His fingers continued to massage your upper arm in light ministrations. They were barely noticeable. So casual they almost felt inherent.
But that was only until they dragged upward to your neck and collar. The smooth pads of his fingertips trailed over the little bump of your clavicle. They dusted over you with the most gentle care you'd ever seen from the man holding you close. His digits traced with intention, with subtle desire. They delved downward and teased the top of your breasts, bringing heat creeping up from the pit of your belly into your cheeks.
Carefully, you readjusted your position, brushing him off in the most inadvertent way possible. In contrast to the way he pulled away from your hand all those months ago, this could truly appear to be accidental. It didn't matter though because it didn't deter him any.
His head ducked in, and he kissed the skin beneath your earlobe. He pulled you a little closer to his body, allowing you to feel the definition of his form. An involuntary shudder swept over you. You tried to fight it, but the provocative touches had an effect whether you wanted them to or not.
He moved his lips down, licking and nipping from your earlobe onto your throat. That was when you almost lost it, nearly letting a moan escape you. It would have been soft and quiet, but at any volume, it wasn't a sound you wanted getting out right now.
Your eyes fluttered. All his touches felt so good. Light knew your body. Even though he was a dick for most of the beginning of your relationship, he was still observant. He knew all the spots that made you melt. He knew the area below your pulse point caused you to squirm and whimper while grazing the divot in your hips made them buck as a chill overtook you.
He kept his kisses quiet. Not quiet enough for someone attempting to hide them, but to the point that he wasn't slobbering all over your neck.
Either way, L noticed what the two of you were up to. He felt jealousy taking root inside of him. Ugly, brutal, all-consuming envy. He hated it, didn't want it at all, but it still made itself known.
He kept his eyes locked on the screen. He could feel you two shifting around in your corner. He could hear your breath hitch like it did for him. He could see in his peripheral how Light held you, in the way he wished he could.
"Light, quit it," you whispered.
You really tried to keep this between you and him, but he kept going. One set of his fingers swept down over your curves and gripped the dip in your waist. They squeezed the soft flesh, keeping you close.
"Shhh," he hushed you before nipping at the sensitive skin of your throat, "Relax, baby. This is supposed to be a date, yeah?"
Suppressing a whimper in your throat, you nodded weakly. You decide to just let him mess around a little more. Maybe he could work out his frustration and then mellow out.
At first, you thought that worked. He eased his efforts, laying some tender pecks on your neck. His kisses hit your skin with alluring care. You felt lulled into a sense of security. Your body calmed itself and cooled the fires of arousal beginning to burn. But then his lips parted and his tongue snuck out, licking a stripe up your neck before his mouth engulfed the wet area.
Simultaneously, his hand coasted back up and landed on your breast. This time the touch wasn't teasing. He grabbed the mound of flesh with intention. He kneaded it with unmistakable desire. Heat blossomed between your legs like it would when the two of you were alone. But instead of sinking into that feeling and spreading your thighs for him, you squeaked and tried to sit up.
"Stop," you whined. You were still trying to keep quiet, but you had to raise your volume somewhat to be forceful.
You grabbed his hand on your chest and pushed it back down onto your stomach. Though all that did was give him the leverage to pull you onto his lap entirely. The chain connecting him to L rattled as your body scraped across it.
Finally, L turned his head and looked at the two of you straight on. He observed the way Light held you to his chest and continued ravishing your throat. His eyes scanned over the way you squirmed and tried shutting him down without making a scene. The thing that stood out the most though was Light's eyes staring back at him. They gleamed with self-satisfaction, smugness to a level that dared L to try something. The glow of the tv hit his copper irises in a way that made them look closer to a deep shade of red.
L swallowed hard, taking a few more moments to watch. He could see from your expression you were embarrassed but not entirely displeased with the affection. It felt like a swarm of insects tearing him apart from the inside, the knowledge you could still enjoy touches that came from someone else. He didn't think he had that ability anymore.
"She told you to stop," he cut in, bitterness dripping from each word.
Pulling his mouth away from your neck for a few moments, your boyfriend's attention zeroed in entirely on the other man in the room.
"And was she talking to you when she said it?" he asked pointedly.
A pause filled the gap in conversation after those words. Both men stared one another down, contemplating the next move in the verbal chess match. Light's arms remained firm around you. He didn't let you scoot back to the neutral position between the both of them.
"I thought you said we could do whatever we wanted in front of you. That we shouldn't pay you any mind. Act 'like you're not even here,'" Light continued.
"Maybe it's better that I am here if you don't know what the word 'stop' means," he fired back.
You finally found the courage to cut in after watching the two of them go back and forth.
"It's fine, Ryuzaki. We were just messing around. I'm sorry if we made you uncomfortable," you said, diplomatic as ever.
"It's not fine," he challenged you. For the first time ever, you saw L lose his cool. His eyes blazed with ire for both you and Light. He stood from the couch, maintaining his glare. "You never stand up to him and then wonder why he never changes!"
Your eyes widened at the outburst, but your expression quickly melted into that of an ashamed child. On the other hand, your boyfriend lost his sense of superiority and now just looked confused.
"What is he talking about?" he asked.
"I- It's not-" you started to stammer, but you're unsure of who to even address, let alone what to say.
L could see you were struggling. A small part of him felt some guilt for lashing out, but the whole of him knew he needed to. This game between the three of you had grown tiresome. All he did to help was stay quiet and give you the room to collect your thoughts.
Light didn't offer that courtesy though and spoke again. "What is he talking about? You wonder why I never change?" he echoed.
"It's not like that," you defended with urgency, "I don't wish you would change."
Disgust crept into L's eyes. Before, he'd always found your timidity endearing. It was like an extension of your intelligence. Modesty that you projected because you wrongfully believed you didn't fit in with everyone else.
Though this exposed the truth of that characteristic. It wasn't inherently precious or just some part of you that came from the desire not to hurt others.
Right now, it was cowardice.
"Maybe not anymore. His confinement must have changed you too," L said.
His words hollowed out your insides, leaving the cavern of your chest bare, spare the remaining shards of your heart. The room around you felt like a sinking ship. Everything you knew would soon be lost underwater.
"I haven't changed," you said, your initial defensiveness fizzling out, "You don't understand."
"My confinement?" Light repeated, ignoring your words to the other man, "Did something happen between you two while I was locked up?"
It was hard to keep up when accusations were flying at you from both sides.
"No! Just let me explain," you denied, "When you were gone, me and Ryuzaki got kind of close because there's no one else around here to really talk to, you know?"
"Talk," L choked out, "That's all we did, huh? Talk?"
"I didn't mean- I just... It's not-" you tried to continue. You could feel your throat closing up as your eyes began stinging with tears.
There was no way you were going to let yourself cry. Not when you knew you were so undisputedly in the wrong. It would probably just make this situation worse. The pain you caused wasn't hypothetical anymore, but there were still salvageable pieces of the shattered whole.
You took a deep breath before scooting off of Light's lap. His arms had long gone limp around your waist. Sitting between them on the sofa, you stared down at your thighs for a few moments. When you finally felt some semblance of courage, you brought your head back up.
Both of them were watching you in anticipation. L still had broken hearts gleaming in his eyes while angry confusion dominated Light's features.
"While you were in confinement, Ryuzaki and I..." you started softly. Even though trailing off left your crimes unspoken, you knew the implication was obvious to Light. You forced yourself to continue anyways, needing to take responsibility. "It started a little before that actually. We got close. And we did a lot more than talk."
You sucked in a shaky breath, conjuring the will to expel the next set of words.
"I was unfaithful. And I'm so sorry."
Your head hung in shame. The room fell silent, spare for the quiet dialogue coming from the characters on the television.
"You... you cheated?" Light finally sputtered, "You cheated on me?"
Turning your head, you looked at him before nodding. "I'm so sorry, Light. I know it sounds like a cliche, but I never meant to hurt either of you."
The words came out like a broken record as your eyes watered to the point of overflow. With stiff fingers, you brushed away the stray tear.
"Why?" he asked, his tone settling into anger.
"I felt alone. And you were so distant. And I didn't know how to talk to you. But I didn't even try," you explained. It felt cheap to try and provide an excuse.
"How the hell am I distant? We're with each other every single day!" he snapped.
"Yeah, but before... you were different before. You were so mean all the time!" you responded.
He didn't have anything to say back to that because part of him knew it was true. And as shitty as it felt trying to justify yourself, he still had never offered up a reason as to why that was. He left you to wonder what you had done even now that he acted like he actually wanted to be in a relationship with you.
"It just started as advice. That was it, I swear. He just offered to help me because he saw how I was feeling. Then it became something more, and I was wrong for letting it while we were still together. But then you went away and I couldn't do anything about it and we just got even closer. And I'm just so sorry," you whispered, "I don't expect you to forgive me."
L shifted back and forth on his feet before lowering himself onto the sofa again. He still said nothing. He just observed, waiting to see what Light would say next.
"Do you still... have feelings for him?" he asked, "Do you still love me?"
"Yeah, I still love you," you said and looked back up at him, "I know I did a shitty job of showing it, but I never wanted to lose you. I... I couldn't just let you go. We've always been each other's."
He diverted his focus when you whispered out your words of endearment for him. "You didn't answer both questions," he muttered.
Sighing, you paused. You mentally tried to decide how to answer. Speaking as if only you and Light were in the room would hurt L, but addressing him rather than your boyfriend probably wouldn't bode well for you either.
"What do you guys want me to say?" you whispered.
"Tell the truth. Be honest. Say what it is you want," L finally joined in.
"Say it instead of just taking it," Light added.
Even though their directions were clear, it still took a few moments to find the words you wanted to use.
"I want both of you," you answered, "I don't want to pick. I don't want to hurt either of you any more than I already have."
The room stayed quiet after your declaration. You could feel the weight of Light's stare, but L simply seemed resigned. Reaching out on both sides of yourself, you took their hands.
You wrapped your fingers around their palms. Your digits could feel the subtle differences in each appendage. Both were smooth and slender, though L's knuckles protruded more than Light's. Luckily, neither one of them made the move to pull away.
"I know it's stupid and childish and selfish, and you can call me all that stuff. Just please don't leave," you begged softly.
The lone tear from before was no longer a stray. More followed its path and trailed down the smooth curves of your cheeks.
After a few moments, you felt L's thumb begin to swipe back and forth over your knuckles. Always the more lenient of the two, he was already caving a little bit to the sight of you weeping.
"I can't leave," Light grumbled and raised his hand, reminding you of the binds that kept him here.
He wasn't as swayed by your display of emotion. His jaw remained clenched with his eyes set in a harsh glare. You could hear the process of his thoughts piecing together in his head, you just couldn't decipher what exactly they were.
"So what?" he said when he finally spoke again, "I'm not good enough for you anymore. I have to share you with him?"
"No. You are good enough for me. That's not why," you reassured. Squeezing his hand, you continued, "You don't have to share. If you want to dump me, I would understand. I just... I can't just pretend me and Ryuzaki never happened."
Blinking at you, he took in each word and let it float through his mind. He mostly understood your point despite the murderous anger flowing through him in that moment. And on top of that, the small piece of him that knew the smart thing would be to break up with you was dominated by the larger part of his psyche that refused to let L win.
If he broke up with you, there was no doubt in his mind that L would accept you with ease. Why should he get to have that? Why should Light be the one who ended up alone in this situation? You were his first, and you still wanted him. You'd strayed for a moment, but your heart still belonged to him. He was sure that in time he could erase any remnants of your infidelity. He just had to be patient.
"What does Ryuzaki think?" he asked before looking at the other man, "He's been so quiet. Does he think we should have you choose? Does he want you all to himself?"
L returned his stare past you. "I said what I think. I want her to have what she wants," he replied.
"Don't give me that," Light sneered, "This isn't a case. There's nothing you have to put together before coming up with a conclusion. Do you still want her? Do you still want her even if she can't make up her mind and thinks she deserves you and me?"
You cringed at the wording of his questions but decided not to interject. Instead, you waited for L's response.
"Yes. I still want her. Even under those circumstances," he admitted.
The revelation made Light both smug and bitter. Knowing someone else coveted what was his felt good, but realizing that same person had some success obtaining it ate away at him. He wouldn't make that apparent though.
"I just think it would be easier if we worked on solving the case first," you added, "If I pick one way or the other, someone will end up hurt and that would only cut into our chances of catching Kira."
"So what do you suggest we do instead then?" Light asked, "Do we all pretend like everything is normal? That neither of us feel anything for you, and you don't feel for us?"
"No, Light-" you tried to defend, but he kept going.
"Or is it that you really want us to share? You wanna sleep between us at night? Want us both to tell you how proud we are when you do something good? Want both of our attention focused on you?" he mocked.
"No, I just think we should talk about it," you offered. You felt your cheeks starting to burn.
"Talk about what? What plan did you have in mind?" he carried on, grabbing your jaw and making you look into his eyes.
"I don't know..." you acquiesced.
From your other side, L hardened his gaze a bit. "She already apologized and offered to come up with a solution, Light. Don't just try making her feel worse," he warned.
"I'm not. I'm just trying to get some clarity on the situation," he said, "I just want to know what she means."
You didn't have an answer for him because in all honesty, you didn't really know what you meant. This wasn't a daydream. It wasn't realistic to expect both men to just magically forgive your betrayals. This wasn't a fantasy world in which their love for you would overpower all other negatives. But you didn't want to contend with a reality that wasn't that way, so you remained silent.
That didn't deter Light from coming after you some more though.
"Just say what you were thinking," he encouraged, "Is it that you want both of us to call you baby and pretty girl and all those other sweet names I know you like? Or maybe it's less innocent. Do you have a thing for two guys at once that you never told me about?"
The warmth of embarrassment flooded your face in full force. You could barely think with the hot air swirling around inside your skull.
"No, Light-" you asserted. But again, he keeps going.
"No? Maybe you like being watched then? I know you love almost being caught. But do you want someone actually watching you?" he taunted.
"Light, this isn't doing anything to-" L tried to intervene on your behalf. But your boyfriend didn't want to hear it.
"Do you wanna show Ryuzaki how you like to be touched? Or is it that you wanna show me what I'm missing out on now?" he asked.
"That's not why!" you said and yanked your hand away.
He laughed in response. He had no problem continuing to stare you down either.
"Maybe not entirely, but I know you. I know there's a small part of you that gets off on being caught." he accused.
And that was true. Having known you for so long, he knew what revved your engine. You'd told him all your dirty little secrets and darkest desires. Now that he was openly using them against you, you weren't sure how to refute him.
"Yeah, but this is more..." you said.
"I know it is, but you don't want it to be more right now, do you? That was your point. That we should save deeper discussion until after the case."
You nodded, hoping he would maybe ease up now.
But his grin only grew more severe. He mimicked your nod.
"Alright. I think I could come around to accept that idea," he told you, "I just need some more convincing. Maybe you and Ryuzaki could persuade me."
You eyed him nervously, wondering what exactly it was he planned on as methods of temptation. Turning your head, you found that L was just as lost as you.
"How?" you asked.
"Show me. Show me what I missed out on when I was off proving my innocence. Show me what you can't just throw away. Show me what was worth risking everything for," he commanded.
Your lips parted as the thunder of your heart pounding boomed through your ears. His request was pretty obvious, but you just couldn't believe it. It didn't sound like anything Light would have ever asked for. But then again, he probably would have marked cheating down as something you'd never do.
You moved your eyes to L in an attempt to gauge his reaction. He seemed just as stunned and uncertain as you though.
"C'mon. Don't act all shy now. I doubt you two had any problems when you were doing it behind my back," Light said.
"Light," you pleaded, your lip jutting out a bit.
"What?" he asked, colder than before.
"Are you sure you want us to... do that?" you checked.
"You're only going to hurt yourself more," L added.
"I don't need you speaking on my wellbeing," he said to the other man before redirecting to you, "I'm sure. I want to see what I'll be getting out of sharing you. So go ahead. I'm sure you've been missing him since I came back."
A pit formed in your stomach. Your vision shifted from one guy to the other. It was true that you'd missed L a lot as of late, but this was not how you'd envisioned your reunion at all. You didn't want to lose either of them though, and if this is how you went about that, then so be it.
"You want me to..."
"Kiss him," he directed.
A spasm overtook your heart, but you suppressed it with a deep breath. You then turned to L. He was right there, seemingly waiting for you to take that step. With one last look at Light, you refocused completely on him.
You scooted a little closer to his side of the couch and started to lean in.
"Are you sure?" he murmured before your arrival.
You only nodded in response before pressing your lips to his.
Your eyes fluttered shut and then so did his. You melted into the exchange with no real issue. You hadn't really kissed L in what felt like forever. Even under the awkward circumstances, you wouldn't let a chance to have him like this slip through your fingers.
He cupped one of your cheeks with his hand, the other slid around your waist. His lips moved in tandem with yours. In no time, your mouths found a perfect rhythm to share. He guided you into his lap now, situating you between his thighs.
Your quiet moan spilled into the air. You ran your hands up his chest, fingers caressing his lean figure through his clothing. His hand on your back squeezed your flesh and pulled you closer.
"She has a spot on her back that makes her go crazy," Light offered from the sidelines.
"I know," L said back before locking you into another kiss.
You glanced over at Light with shyness clouding your eyes. He had leaned back into the corner of the couch and openly watched you make out with L. His legs were spread while his arms draped over the backing and arm rest.
Butterflies erupted in a constant stream in your belly. Being observed by one while being kissed by the other felt like nothing you'd ever experienced before.
If L minded as much as you, he didn't show it. He kept himself focused entirely on kissing you. His tongue traced the seam of your lips before sliding into your mouth and dancing with your own. The hand that had been massaging your back moved to grope your hips.
You whimpered for him before leaning into his body more. He took your eagerness for him in stride and cradled you in the perfect position to make out.
For a while, it felt just like before. Like it was just you and him. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders and reciprocated his movements like it was the most natural thing in the world.
After a while of kissing, his right set of fingers trailed down your body. They delved beneath the waistband of your sweatpants, finding their place between your thighs. Over your panties, they stroked your cunt. The sudden burst of stimulation made you gasp against his lips.
With another little whine, you parted your legs a few inches for him. His digits took advantage and worked with more skill to stroke your clit and tease your slit.
"Is this how it started?" Light asked, reminding you of his presence again.
Reluctantly, you pulled away from L and turned to look at him. With droopy eyes and puffy lips, you tried to register the question.
"Kinda," you mumbled.
Even though you were talking, L didn't stop petting your pussy. He only seemed more dedicated to the task. He hooked his chin over your shoulder and laid some kisses along your jawline.
More little noises of pleasure seeped out of you, but Light continued with his questions.
"Kind of? Did you just kiss the first time? Or did you let him touch you like this too? Maybe even more?" Light mocked.
"I didn't-" you started to defend, but L nipped at your throat, making you stutter. You whined before continuing, "It was just different."
"I'm sure," Light mocked.
You wanted to argue more, but L tugged the damp cloth of your underwear aside and slotted his fingers against your folds. He swirled them around your little bundle of nerves as his mouth worked on your neck. You arched your back, pressing your ass against his thigh.
"No more lying," he whispered near your ear, "Be honest about how good I make you feel."
Your eyes fluttered at the command while his fingertips continued toying with the most sensitive part of you. They rubbed a little more before sliding down and dipping into your entrance.
"It feels so good," you whimpered, sinking further into his embrace.
"That's right," he purred.
His fingers worked into your dripping hole with ease. He pumped two in and out, stroking your inner walls as they scissored inside you.
From the other end of the sofa, Light watched the outline of L's hand move beneath your pants. He studied the way your head fell back and how your shoulders relaxed. It was like being able to watch your shared intimate moments from another perspective. Anger and betrayal still brewed inside him, but they were becoming less volatile with every little squeak you made.
"I missed feeling this perfect pussy. So soft and wet for me," L whispered. He nosed at your neck for a moment before licking up to your earlobe.
You shuddered in response. "I missed you more," you breathed.
Your hips bucked against his wrist when his fingers curled within and brushed up against a sweet spot. You mewled without any regard for volume. The sensations he brought you were your only concern.
Light bit the inside of his bottom lip. His breathing became a little heavier. He had never been with anyone but you. And you'd never been with anyone but him until L. Seeing someone else explore you like this made him feel something he couldn't articulate.
While watching, he imagined a few months ago when your relationship wasn't in the best place. He envisioned the days his words left you with tears in your eyes and a broken heart thumping between your ribs. Those were the days that brought you to L. He tried picturing it now, you after work, finding comfort in the other man. Finding refuge from the one who was supposed to love you more than anyone in this world.
But Light did love you. Even after all of this, he was sure of it. And more than that, he still believed he was the best person for you. He'd known you forever after all. Longer than anyone else in his life or yours besides parents. When he looked at you these days, sometimes he still saw the girl who used to write her initials on the tips of his sneakers during recess. You'd get the same look in your eyes working on the case now that you used to get filling out study guides in school. When you laughed, it rang out the same, and when you cried, your lip quivered like it did the time you skinned your knee on the way to his house.
He couldn't forget any of that even if this did hurt him worse than anything else he'd ever felt before, and he wouldn't let this thing with L take you away from him. He'd just have to hold out until you all caught Kira, and the two of you could move on.
The only thing he felt a little alarmed by right now was that holding out didn't seem like such a chore any more. Despite his pain, he couldn't deny the way his cock was filling out in his pants as he watched you get felt up and pleasured by someone else.
"My turn," he mumbled as he forced himself to return to his senses, "I want a turn with her before we share."
You blinked yourself back to reality as you felt his voice wedging between you and L. The man who'd been kneading your breasts while fingering you reluctantly pulled his digits out of your cunt and then removed his hand from your sweatpants. He gave you a few more gentle pecks to your throat before giving you a nudge back to your boyfriend.
Crawling towards Light, you didn't make it all the way there before his arms came out and dragged you close. His lips crashed against yours in an instant. Your noses bumped and his hands squeezed you tight. Despite the haste of it all, you had no problem matching his movements. You knew Light's body as well as you knew your own.
Your hand slid up into his hair, giving it a soft tug in the way you knew he liked. He moaned against your lips and kissed harder. Everything he was doing felt familiar, just at an increased volume.
"You're still mine," he whispered against your lips before making out with you in full again. He didn't give you a chance to respond before his mouth was back on yours.
You whined into the kisses, sinking into the cushions below you as he laid you out across them. His lips worked down over your neck in a similar pattern to L. He worked on marking the side of your throat the other man hadn't touched while his hands roamed your torso.
Squirming a little beneath him, your head tilted back against the couch, and you found yourself looking up at L. When your eyes met, his hand came out and stroked your cheek. He swiped his thumb back and forth over the curve of it.
"Can't have you forgetting about me," Light muttered between pecks to your neck.
"I didn't," you breathed. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened them.
He hummed in acknowledgement before rolling his hips against you, allowing you to feel his bulge grind between your thighs.
"Since you want us both, I'm gonna let you have us both," he whispered.
You turned your head and kissed along his cheek and temple. It didn't feel right saying 'thank you' to something like that, so you could only hope your touches would fill their place.
"Go sit in his lap. With your back against his chest," he commanded.
He then pulled off of you and allowed you to get up. Slowly, you rose off of your back and scooted in L's direction. He was ready to take you into his arms again. He positioned himself against the armrest of the couch and sat you on his lap like Light wanted. You could feel his stiff length poking against your ass as you did.
Once you were in place, Light leaned forward again and hooked his index fingers over the waistband of your pants. He pulled them down with your panties, leaving you exposed on top of L.
"Spread your legs, baby. I wanna see if you're ready," he said softly.
You obeyed and opened your thighs for him. L's hands dipped in and stroked the smooth skin on your inner legs, causing your cheeks to fill with heat again. Even though both men had seen you naked and felt every part of your body before, both of them doing it together was different.
Light's eyes trailed down your figure before landing on your center. They stared at the wetness gathered there, trying to judge if you could take them.
"Who knew you were so greedy? Almost soaked through your panties at the thought of two cocks at the same time," he mocked.
"At the same time?" you repeated. You knew you asked to be shared, but you didn't think he'd take it so literally.
"Mhm. You want us both, don't you? How else did you think this would work?" he smirked.
"I don't know. I thought you guys would like take turns or be on different sides or something..." you explained.
"No. If you want both, you're gonna really take both," he responded.
Shaking his head, he stood up and pulled his shirt off. L did the same behind you, letting it fall to the flood next to the couch. From there, Light unbuttoned his pants and let them crumple to the floor. He didn't show any awkwardness about revealing his body in front of another guy.
"Do you want your shirt off?" L asked, kissing the space behind your ear.
You nodded, and the both of you peeled it off your upper body before discarding it with his.
Light palmed himself over his boxers before sliding those down as well and letting his dick spring free. He gave his shaft a few lazy strokes while gazing at you. Below your body, L worked on pushing his jeans off and freeing himself from the confines of his pants.
"Think I'll let Ryuzaki have you first, and then I'll slide in too. I wanna see if you take him like you take me," he said.
L's dark eyes stared up at the other man. He didn't want to take orders from him, but then again, he couldn't really complain about the sentiment.
"Are you good with that?" Light asked, cocking his head while looking down at the man behind you.
"Why wouldn't I be?" he responded.
His arm wrapped around your waist, reaching down between your legs to rub at your clit a few more times.
"Are you ready, sweetheart?" he murmured to you in a much softer tone.
With nervous eyes, you nodded. You pressed your lips to his for a few more soft kisses. While you were occupied, he took the chance to adjust his position and line himself up between your legs. You felt the swollen head brush your entrance. The tip slid up through your folds, feeling your wetness before dragging back down.
Your heart pounded in your chest. This was really going to happen.
And then it did. He boosted his hips the slightest bit and popped it in. You whined as your walls fluttered, embracing his familiar length with ease.
He grunted and pushed forward. Slowly, his shaft entered you, sliding forward until he bottomed out. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder where you could nuzzle into his neck. His hands swept up over your curves and kneaded your malleable flesh.
Light watched from the same position, stroking himself as he watched someone else have you in a way he thought would forever only be for him.
"Does that feel good?" he breathed, "Does he know how to do it right? Just how you like it?"
A soft whimper puffed from your lips before you gave him a shy nod. L did know all the things you liked by now. He knew the perfect angle to rock his hips at and what speed you preferred. He knew how to make your mind melt out your ears by suckling on your pulse point. He knew all the dirty things to whisper in your ear that made you tighten up on him like a vise.
Light continued to observe. His eyes scanned over how L's hips began pumping into you. How his hands cradled your legs behind the knees. He listened for every wet squelch his cock brought out of you. Every hitched breath and whiny crack in your voice.
His length throbbed at the sight. It was the most fucked-up, perverse sense of pleasure he'd ever felt. It made him sick with lust. His hands trembled with the urge to reach out and interrupt, but he made himself wait.
He let L have a little more time with you. The other man sighed, nestling his face in the crook of your neck as he enjoyed the hot, tight euphoria wrapped around his cock.
Your eyes had fluttered shut after a few good nudges to your sweet spot. You lay against his chest, held up by his arms, totally pliable. Though even in your hazy state, you could feel Light's eyes bearing down on you, examining your every move.
But despite feeling his presence, it still sent a shockwave through you when he brushed the tip of his cock against your clit.
Your back arched off of the man beneath you as a sharp whine burst from your mouth. Smearing his sticky precum over your pulsing bud, he dragged the flushed end of his length back and forth. He moved at a slower pace than L. His movements only intended to tease you, not cause any true pleasure.
"L-Light," you moaned. You squirmed your hips, trying to entice him into giving you more.
His lips curled into a small smirk. "Hold still, babe," he chided, "I know patience isn't your strong suit, but you can wait a little more."
Whining again, you gyrated your hips a few more times. L groaned at the added stimulation; the motions worked your walls around him just right. He rutted up into you with more force, which only drew more noises from you.
Light took a deep breath, working himself up. He reached forward and grabbed your calves with precise fingers. His touch was gentle but calculated like it always was. Even in what was supposed to be the heat of passion, he made sure things played out according to his plans.
One of his hands dropped to guide his cock down to your entrance. A quiet moan escaped him as L's shaft brushed his sensitive ridge. He shuddered, but he didn't back away. He pushed with more intention and watched as you started to split open around him too.
A gasp tore through you. Your pussy burned as it struggled to take both of them. You writhed desperately, trying to find a position of reprieve. L came to a stop inside you and adjusted to hold onto your hips to keep you in place.
"Shhh, you're doing so good," he cooed while his digits rubbed small circles into your skin, "You can take it."
Light's jaw clenched as he ground his teeth. His breaths became more labored as he worked himself in all the way. It was so fucking tight. The feeling of L's dick pressed up against his own was also something he'd never felt before, but something he found himself really really liking.
"You wanted us to share," he grunted, "This is how it feels."
After a few moments, you started to settle again. Four sets of fingers coasted across your body, leaving little chills in their wake. The stretch between your thighs still stung, but pleasure began overriding it as L started moving again.
He thrust a few times, letting you get used to the sensation again. Then Light worked his hips back and forth. Your toes curled, and your breaths puffed out with broken whines in between.
Both of them found a rhythm that worked in tandem with the other. Grunts, groans, and sighs echoed all around you. Every inch of your body was in contact with one of them. Your head spun from the total overstimulation along with the ecstasy burning in the pit of your belly.
"Fuck... so much... feels like so much..." you babbled.
"Yeah? A little whore like you was made for it though," Light mocked.
Your eyes rolled back and you gushed around him. The words shot through with flaring sparks of bliss. In the past, Light could get a little bold with you sometimes, but never like that. He could see the effect his tone had on you, but he didn't make any move to lessen it. He only fucked into you harder.
"You're so pretty," L added from behind your ear, "You're being such a good girl for us."
With Light now holding your legs, he moved his hands to toy with your breasts again. He pinches and tweaks your nipples, getting you to recreate those cute little squirms from before.
"So fucking needy," Light taunted, "Can't even hold still."
"It's not my fault," you pouted.
L chuckled and kissed your ear, continuing to play with the tender nubs on your chest.
"It's alright, sweetheart. Feels good when you move like that," he soothed.
Another whiny sound of need flowed from your lips before you melted back against the man behind you. Coherent thoughts could no longer form in your head. Not when you felt so full. So fucking stretched to the limit.
Light could see you fading. He pumped himself in harder, his balls swinging and brushing against the base of L's cock. His rich eyes watched the man below you. He took in his slight changes in expression when you clamped around them. He noted how his eyes softened when you let out a little squeak.
After a few moments of his staring, L finally looked up at Light. He could tell he had something to say from the intensity in his gaze
"I thought you said we were friends," Light grunted, "Do friends fuck their friend's girlfriend behind his back?"
"I didn't lie. If I didn't consider you my friend, I wouldn't have hesitated to take her all for myself," L answered, calm in spite of the situation.
Your boyfriend's glare hardened, but a fire burned within him. He wasn't sure what it was. The carelessness? The challenge? He couldn't pinpoint it, yet something about what L said worked him closer to the edge. He felt the coils of release constricting within him.
His focus shifted to you. He saw the way your head bobbled around as though you weren't even conscious. Reaching out, he grabbed your face. Your cheeks squished under the pressure of his fingertips, and your glossy eyes opened again.
"Sluts don't get to pass out, baby. Keep those pretty eyes open. Want you looking at me when you lose it," he said.
"Sorry..." you hummed as you came back to reality.
L's hands hadn't stopped groping at your tits. After Light finished talking, he swooped in with his gentler voice.
"Are you getting close? You gonna cum all over both of us?"
You mewled and nodded, harsh breaths leaving you. Seeing how eager you are, Light's hand released your jaw and found your cunt instead. His fingers roughly rubbed at your clit, ripping more cries out of you. He spit down onto your already soaked folds.
"Let go then," he directed, "Cum for us. Let's see you finish."
His commanding words struck you and spurred you onward towards the finish line. Your hips bucked as your body quivered with the need to explode.
You finally found release when both of them thrust in unison, striking the right spots to throw you over the edge. Your body rolled with the waves of pleasure crashing over you. You could feel their hands still on you. Their palms rubbed while their fingers caressed and teased you through it. Both of their breathing became stilted as you squeezed around them impossibly tight.
L was the first to let go and allow himself to ride out the high with you. He spilled himself inside you with a few jerks of his hips and a whine erupting from his mouth. Burying his face against your throat, his arms encircled you tight.
Light kept thrusting, working you both through it. He hit his own high as you both began to come down from yours. A strangled groan fell from his lips. He tilted his head back before leaning forward and collapsing into your chest. His hips rutted forward, pumping the last of his spend into you.
It was a little difficult with Light's added weight on top of you, but L managed to wriggle his hips and pull himself out. As soon as his length popped out, you felt the stinging subside almost instantly. A dull ache replaced it. You didn't imagine walking anywhere far for at least the next twenty-four hours. Their shared loads leaked from you, seeping out around your boyfriend's softening length.
L was the most lucid of the three of you. With care, he shifted his position and held you against his chest from the side. Light still lied with his head over your pounding heart. Eventually, he eased his cock out of you. He didn't worry about the mess right now. You all could clean up in a little bit.
He turned his head to look up at you. His eyes met yours, and for the first time since he found out, he looked more hurt than anything else. You studied the expression before stroking his cheek and planting a tender peck on his lips.
"I'm sorry," you whispered.
He didn't say anything back. Instead, he closed the centimeter gap again and kissed you once more. The few seconds your lips were connected could feel like none of this mess was real. When your skin was on his, it was just you and him.
Your fingers threaded into his soft hair as L's digits rubbed your back. He sighed at the gentle touch, allowing himself to enjoy it for a few moments before he rose and leaned back.
Rubbing a hand over his face, he looked at the two of you.
"So... you really want to try and just... do this? Until we find Kira?" he asked.
"If it's ok with you..." you replied. You half expected him to laugh in your face before walking out. But he doesn't do anything so bitter.
He nodded. Worse than anything else, you could see on his face he really did intend on trying. He was going to try his hardest at this for you.
You reached forward and took his hand, guiding him closer to you again. "We can figure it out as we go. And then when we're done, we can all decide what to do together," you offered. You glanced up at L to make sure he was ok with that too, but the quick nod he gave you told you he was.
"Alright," Light agreed.
As a seal, you gave them each a soft kiss before smiling a little. Once you began to settle back in and grabbed the remote to change what played on the tv, both men's eyes found each other's in a silent, temporary truce.
Then Light looked to you again.
"Maybe you'd wanna play that game again?" he suggested, trying not to seem too soft about it.
Your eyes lit up, and you straightened out a little. "That would be so fun. Maybe you guys will be more relaxed about it this time," you teased.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head but didn't protest too much.
"You could try out that thing I told you with the shell. Maybe you'll win this time around," L added to Light as you got up to fix your clothes and start up the game.
"Maybe. You can't finish first every time, you know," he responded.
They both settled back into the couch after readjusting their own clothing. The familiar music started up on the tv as you handed them both controllers. Even though the situation between the three of you wasn't completely resolved, for the first time in months, you didn't feel the weight of secrecy across your shoulders.
abstract: fire lord zuko has faced the most intimidating of fighters throughout his life and is a great leader! only problem is? he doesn’t know how to even hold hands, let alone fuck. luckily for him, his personal handmaiden knows just how to help his dilemma!
tags: firelord zuko x handmaiden! reader, 4.9k wc, smut + fluff, inexperienced zuko + reader, angst if you squint | art by boketto_X on twt <3
“The council has decided; we need an heir, sir.” The annoying chamberlain kept droning for the last hour or so, and Zuko was beginning to get irritated.
It’s been a few years since his coronation, and a few years of the council trying to set him up with any refined lady the Fire Nation had to offer.
“But I’m not married,” he replied.
It clearly hasn’t worked.
An advisor cleared their throat. “We know that and… actually there’s a new fine miss in our radar who happens to—“
Zuko could feel his patience running thin and abruptly stood up.
“Dismissed.” “B-But, sir!” Zuko turned to the chamberlain and advisors behind him, tone evidently laced with malice.
“I said this meeting is dismissed.”
The men scurried along like rats, leaving Zuko in his study… contemplating.
Aang and Katara are engaged to be married, Sokka is currently with Suki—even Toph has someone!
Zuko is a prideful man; he’s the Fire Lord for crying out loud… But even he can admit that he lacks in areas. Specifically…when it comes to being charismatic and a particular insecurity he has.
Zuko sucks at flirting and specifically being brazen.
He’s been on approximately 45 dates in the past year… and not one lady has been interested. Or rather they have been, until he opens his mouth.
But not even that; if there was one thing Zuko was absolutely embarrassed about, it was his lack of experience when it comes to sex. He was a virgin, a prude, and shuddered at the thought of having to have his first with some random woman he never met.
There was even one time the council suggested concubines due to his lack of courting success… but there was no way in hell he’d do that (since… as disgustingly sweet as it is… he wanted to be an intimate relationship with someone he considered close).
Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that he’s put off so many of those candidates, but a small part of him sulked at the fact that he’s going to have to have a wife sooner or later, and then have an heir. He sulked at the idea that it would be rushed and he wouldn't even love this person he was to marry.
“I can help you.”
Zuko’s lips pressed to a fine line, looking at your direction to see any reaction. Your face was completely neutral. There you were, sipping your tea while looking down, all with the most neutral expression in the world as if Zuko, the Fire Lord, didn't just tell you about his embarrassing celibacy.
He’s always told you his dilemmas, and this was no different. You’d always come up with a solution or compromise, but for some reason, he felt especially… on edge.
You’ve known Zuko since you two were children, as he attended the same school as you did for a few years before you and your father were officially promoted to head staff, and you, Zuko’s handmaiden.
Zuko remembers how you always followed him back in his childhood—answering to every beck and call; he remembers how sweet you were, how compassionate too, and how you’d encourage him when it came to Fire Bending.
You never showed a sign of protest when it came to anything, always a neutral look on your face.
And he couldn’t lie, you were absolutely stunning (despite said neutral look), but he couldn’t help but be put off even more. To be honest, you were more attractive than any of the candidates he's encountered (but who is he to say anything...).
“R-Really?” His skin turned flushed.
“Mhm,” you hummed, sipping your tea calmly like you didn’t almost cause for Zuko mentally break. You were currently sitting across from him, drinking tea with just him in the room while you listened to his problems like always. “I’m not some random woman, aren’t I? I can teach you.”
You were too damn casual.
He nodded hesitantly. “No, you’re not.”
He’ll admit, he has to get with the times. Not many people are saving their chastity and he has to stop being scared. Especially when it comes to wanting to romance others.
“And how so? How would you teach me?”
You shot him a smile. “Trust in me, my Lord. Everything shall be situated.
Zuko cleared his throat, glancing once more at your neutral face and nodded gently. “When do you suggest we start?”
You looked up and smiled. “Whenever you’d like, my Lord.”
lesson one: foreplay
Zuko thought it over, coming to a conclusion two days later and then asking you to come to his chambers later at night where the rest of the staff wouldn’t see you.
He sat there, robe hastily put on and sat there awkwardly at the corner of his bed, waiting. And then he began thinking.
Zuko’s known you for a while—you’ve been at his service for a long time. Hell, there was even a moment in time where he had a crush on you.
It was back when he would stride alongside his mother around the palace, constantly meeting your eyes every time he glanced over where your father would be working. Then you’d smile at him and his heart would be pounding; his mother knew, maybe even Azula knew—she’d certainly mess with you sometimes, but overall respected you (more than him at least).
Sure, you were a “servant”, but it’s obvious that you were a great Firebender. He remembers how he’d have trouble sleeping as a kid and walk off to the courtyard where you’d be there in a small corner, practicing Fire Bending and moving so graceful, it appeared almost like you were dancing.
Even when he got banished, he’d think of you. When he’d look at the stars, he’d think of how your eyes would shine every time you made eye contact.
And now you’re in this situation? He feels sheepish for almost exposing this vulnerability to you…
Zuko jumped at the sound of a knock at his door being knocked, walking fast towards it and swinging it open rather quickly.
“Get in, get in.” He turned around all too fast, his back facing you in sheer embarrassment that he’d even have to ask this of you.
And of course you could tell; you always could. “My Lord, please don’t be embarrassed about this. It is simply educating you on your sexuality; nothing wrong with that.”
“Right…” He walked to the bed slowly and sat down, his eyes following your figure slowly approaching him.
He can’t deny it; you looked beautiful. Your nightly robes were a pretty white, its sheer fabric covering your body nicely and your nipples poking out in the fabric.
But as much as Zuko’s eyes were on your breasts, he quickly averted his eyes to you the moment you cleared your throat. You were holding a book…
“And that?” You smiled at his question.
“This is erotic literature. Clear source material in order to work as an example on what to do.”
He blinked awkwardly, whereas your smile was still glued onto your face. You opened the book to a specific page, being bookmarked by a folded piece of parchment.
Perhaps Zuko was out of his mind—or maybe he already was (because why the hell else would he even be in this situation in the first place?), but he couldn’t stop staring at you reading. God, he knew he was a prude but to get aroused by watching you lick your index finger every time you flipped a page? He felt his pants get tight and his mouth dry.
“Do I have permission to proceed?” He looked away, his face burning with embarrassment. “I guess.”
“So… first, you hold their face and look into their eyes.”
Before he knew it, you leaned closer, holding his face and looking deep into his eyes. Your eyes softened and the moonlight peeking through the curtains hit your irises—the color almost instantly becoming more vibrant.
“After that, lean closer…”
Then you just began kissing him. Zuko’s eyes felt like they were going to pop out; your lips were warm, plush and soft. You tasted sweet, like the pastries you’d make him on occasion.
Then your tongue slowly went in his mouth the sloppier the kiss went. Your hands cupping his face pulled him closer to you the more you kissed him.
But as Zuko was starting to get used to the pace of your lips, you stopped, pulling back.
He felt his heart race, blinking profusely like he was embarrassed.
The Fire Lord? Getting like this over a measly kiss? He can already imagine Aang and Sokka making fun of him should he ever accidentally tell this about this encounter.
“That was good, my Lord,” you smiled. “Maybe you don’t even need my teachings.”
“O-Oh…” He panicked, mouth going dry. “Um… I believe I still do…”
And damn, you smiled so kindly. “Okay then please position yourself and sit against the headboard, my Lo—“
“Zuko.”
He winced—God, did he really just say that? Your eyes widened a fragment and you blinked. “Sir, are you sure I can refer to you by your name?”
“We are practicing intimacy,” he looked away while saying this and was glad the moonlight wasn’t hitting him or else you’d see how absolutely flustered he was.
“Referring to each other by our given names is one of the most intimate things. I’d like to try it with you too.”
Only then he looked at you when he heard a light laugh slipping from you. “Okay, Zuko.”
Fuck, you said his name so pretty too… You said it like it was something precious; softly enunciating the consonants and not spewing it harshly like how he’s known for almost all his life.
He felt his heart race faster, observing how you slowly got on the bed and planted your knees on the sides of his thighs, straddling him. You then sat on his lap, your crotch against his, and from your small smile forming on your face, he can tell you’ve taken note of his evident hard-on.
“Now let’s try what we did again, but in this position!”
You sounded far too enthusiastic about this…
He blinked, awkwardly. He didn't know what to do. Hell, if he were to compare being in a room full of generals and his finest soldiers, he would consider that much easier than being stuck between your body and the wall.
Your eyes followed his hands, which were placed beside your thighs and you could sense how shaky they were. He let out a small gasp the moment you grabbed his forearms and led them to wrap around your waist.
“You can touch me, sir.” He nodded slowly and grabbed at your waist hesitantly.
Your lips met his again, except with more fervor. Like you were trying to get a taste of a candy you haven't tasted in years, with your head slightly rotated. Your hands roamed around his upper torso, with your slim fingers caressing on the scar on his chest; it was as light as a feather on his skin.
Zuko could feel his heart beat so. Damn. Fast. So much so that he felt overwhelmed and light-headed and aroused, but also nervous if he was doing this right.
Your hips began grinding against his, hands tangled in his hair while you let his hands travel across your skin. His callous fingertips lightly brushed on your warm skin under your shirt, on your hips.
But when he was kissing you, he couldn’t help but still feel so nervous—to be at such proximity to you and to be able totally touch you like this.
Then you pulled back and got off of him. As soon as he was in bliss, you quickly ended it. He couldn’t atop the quite upset expression he had on his face, noted by you.
“Don’t worry, sir. I must stop now since we are only at the beginning. According to this book, kissing intensely while grinding against one’s gene—“
“Okay… I get it. You’re dismissed.”
He laid on his bed, attempting to catch his breath before you spoke again. This time, without a blank look on your face and tone. You smiled so sweetly…
“It’s cute, but we have to work on your hesitation, sir. Please keep that in mind for our next lesson.”
He nodded, finally relaxing his body the minute you shut the door. You stole his first “make-out”. Sure, he’s kissed girls (and by girls, he means just Mai), but not like this.
Not like you wanted to practically taste them while caressing their face and pulling hair.
“Fuck…” he groaned. “What am I going to do with you..?”
And… he grimaced. He was still hard.
lesson two: fellatio + cunnilingus
For the next lesson, you had him sprawled out on the canopy bed of his chamber. Zuko swore he could fucking hear his heartbeat…
He glanced over at you, once again reading your "source material" pornographic novel, and felt his heart beat into his chest. Your previous lesson didn't inherently lead to any sex, rather it was foreplay that left him all hot and bothered the moment you left.
All you did was grind against him and kiss, and you had him practically burning for more. And now, here he was, at your mercy. You were kneeled on the bed beside him while you really examined what to do. He could tell how your expression shifted from one of amusement to one of slightly shock, and then you closed the book.
“Now we are trying oral sex!” Once again, he couldn’t help but be nervous at your demeanor.
“Okay…”
“Actually, oral sex is also considered foreplay for some before penetrative sex! But, I didn’t want to rush you and also considered how flustered you got after last session, I decided it was enough!”
Zuko stared at you blankly. “Right…”
You spoke so academically? Blankly? You’re kind and listen to his dilemmas, but he feels unsure. When the both of you were making out, he was the one that was all hot and bothered while you simply left. Was he that terrible at this? Granted, it was his first time making out with someone while touching their body like that, but really?
He wonders how you get during sex… if you’re just as blank or if you—
“Okay! I will strip myself, then you now.”
You then began to peel off your upper half, where Zuko made eye contact with your pretty breasts. He’s never seen a woman’s breasts before like this, but yours looked beautiful. Really beautiful. Like a nice dumpling... Is that even a good comparison? What the hell is he thinking?
His eyes widened at how quick you leaned over, sliding his pants fast and exposing his dick, all hard and resting on his abdomen.
“Now please let me show you how to indulge in fellatio.”
You took his tip in your mouth, tongue swirling on his leaking tip and pressing on his shaft. It was too quick.
“Hahh—fuck…” Zuko closed his eyes, almost in disbelief that you were actually doing this.
You then took him whole in your mouth while stroking him at the base of his cock. You looked so cute, just cheeked hollowed out while you sucked him off.
You stopped for a moment, still stroking his cock while looking up at him with those damn pretty eyes of yours. “Now, if you want, you can also push my head a bit in case you would like a more pleasurable experience according to the book!”
And just like that, you latched your lips on his length, bopping your head up and down while your tongue dragged on his sensitive veins. He was itching for a release, and clearly you could tell too.
“You can also ejaculate in my mouth if you so choose!”
And just at that moment, he did, with spurts of cum unloading in your mouth. Then you swallowed… Shit…
Zuko took a moment to catch his breath, panting a bit before speaking again.
“Now let me do it to you.”
And for the first time, you looked hesitant. “Ca-Can you repeat your question again—?”
“Can’t I indulge in oral sex with you?”
Your eyes widened like they were going to pop out of your skull. “I-I mean yes…but it isn’t necessarily proper.”
Zuko pushed you on the bed by your shoulders, making you lie down, where he got off the bed and stood over you.
“If you are to educate me on my sexuality, not only would I like to learn how to receive but to give.”
He leaned towards you and grabbed the book beside you, flipping to the page you bookmarked talking about cunnilingus.
“Here we go…” He couldn’t lie that he felt nervous, but for some reason, just being in such an intimate situation where you were nervous as well, made him want to act more brazen. To take some type of authority.
“Do I have your permission to proceed?”
You blinked, your face feeling like it’s on fire, and nodded. “Only if you want, my Lo—Zuko.”
He kneeled on the floor, taking off your pants and underwear down and being face to face with your cunt.
Of course, Zuko’s taken anatomy during school and has gotten a diagram on how female and male anatomy look like: all technical.
But as he’s kneeled down, he can’t help but marvel at how pretty you look. Your sex was dripping with your arousal and as soon as you took note on how he was staring, you instinctively attempted to shut your thighs. Like a flower, almost. His eyes traced your body, all stiff and hesitant like you were anxious.
“Please don’t do that; let me make you feel good…”
Zuko grabbed your thighs, dragging you closer to him, and slowly kissed at your inner thighs, leading to your cunt.
Your breathing was shallow, shaky—and you were so evidently shy.
He lapped at your cunt, tasting your essence and going insane off it. He took one hand and placed it above your abdomen, two fingers spreading your labia apart and went at it.
Zuko was almost technical with his movements, kneading your plush thighs like bread dough and cupping his mouth around the top of your slit. His tongue began to piston inside you, going side to side and in figure-8 motions. He attempted to heat up his tongue even, to make the experience maybe a bit more pleasurable, all the while your thighs were crushing his head and you were…crying?
“O-Ohh my God…! Zuko—!” You were whining, your voice so high pitched that he had to do a double take. Your voice usually was derived of emotion, but you were in absolutely bliss. “Hahhh… that’s so so good—!”
He began rubbing your clit with the bridge of his nose, feeling how you twitched every time he was grinding his nose against it.
And then you pulled on his hair, shoving his face in your cunt further. Your back arched from the bed, rotating your hips against his face and tangling your fingers within his hair further.
It was too much; you were practically crying out, tears streaming down your face while Zuko ate you out in such a sloppy manner, eliciting the most lascivious sounds to anyone who may walk in. He was practically making out with your pussy, savoring your taste. You were in a trance, practically almost reaching your climax.
Which is why, when the two of you were under your own euphoric state together, did you barely notice a councilman and his entourage barge in his chambers.
“My Lor—Oh my goodness!”
“Fuck!”
Zuko looked up, already seeing you covering your face with the covers while the councilmen were looking anywhere but the direction of you two.
“W-We shall leave you be…” one spoke, turning abruptly.
“Wait!”
Zuko abruptly put on his robe, following the councilman and his entourage.
“What is the meaning of this?! You dare infringe on my privacy?”
The councilman turned around, his expression going from embarrassed to slightly relieved.
The great Fire Lord was on his knees eating a woman out scandalously while he was supposed to be on the look-out for a wife.
The Fire Nation needs an heir now, and Zuko has a lover!
And the thing was, you were from a fine family. Your grandfather was an esteemed military officer to his grandfather and father; your mother taught at the military academy, your brother was a current general in the army.
This was perfect… An absolutely perfect candidate for a wife.
“That woman… That woman is to be your betrothed.”
final exam: the night of his wedding
Zuko sat beside you on his bed, looking away. He bit his lip all anxious and afraid to meet your gaze.
It happened too quick. It was uncharacteristic of the council, however apparently someone snitched and you soon became his betrothed, and were to get married in two weeks after he was caught indulging in oral sex with you.
And now, you officially have gotten married, with you being the Fire Lady.
Yeah... You're now the Fire Lady.
He could seriously scream (in rage because he couldn’t court you? In happiness because he actually likes you? In pure disbelief?).
His head turned to your direction, where you were blankly staring at the window. The moon was out and it was shining directly at your face, sporting a rather melancholic expression.
“I-Is everything alright?”
You were biting your lower lip and your eyes looked glossy, almost like you were stopping yourself from crying.
“Y-Ye—“ “Be honest with me.”
Your eyes met his and then, did the tears slip down your face and your lip quivering.
“I’m so—hic—so sorry… I can’t begin to express how sorry I am to you, Zuko.”
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, a pit settling in his stomach at the thought of being the reason for your tears. “What do you mean? Why are you apologizing?”
“I-I—Your wife! I s-stopped you from marrying your true love! A-And I’m so so sorry!” You were bawling at this point, lightly clutching Zuko’s robes and head crouched down in shame.
“Wait what?” He lifted your head up by your chin and saw how you were looking up at him with apologetic eyes.
Your breathing was shaky and you couldn’t look him in the eyes, making Zuko’s heart hurt.
He hesitated. He didn’t know how to make someone feel better if they were sad—let alone a woman and someone he feels strongly about. His everything hurts looking at you cry.
So he tried something he’s never done, but reminded him of his mother.
“Here,” he whispered, holding your shaky hands. His thumbs caressed small circles on your palms, and you slowly looked up at him with eyes that were still overflowing with tears.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. At all. Don’t ever think that…” He held eye contact that made you cry even more. “My wife.”
At that moment, it felt so natural. You slowly leaned in, caressing his scarred cheek and running your fingertips through his skin, and kissed him.
It felt all too natural, to be undressing you from your new formal nightly gown, and to lay you down on the bed beneath him.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to… We don’t have to consummate this marriage.”
“I do. I want to.” You said it all too quickly, looking away like you were flustered and destroying whatever nonchalant neutral façade you had been building.
The truth of the matter was that you love him and have been for years. And to think that you almost stopped him from “getting his true love”, you felt terrible during the two weeks the council forbid you see your husband until your wedding ceremony.
“I want to see you, Y/N.” It was the first time he’d ever say your name so gently while being face to face with you, and he felt a pit in his stomach just looking at your soft smile.
He kept eye contact while he stroked himself, hesitant on touching you.
“Okay…” you whispered quietly.
He began rubbing your slit with his cock, spreading your arousal on his length and paying attention to your clit.
“I… I learned something from the book during these two weeks I haven’t seen you.”
You blinked and suddenly gasped.
Zuko placed a hand above your abdomen and began plunging his index and middle finger into your pussy and thrusting them in and out, eliciting a string of lewd shlick! sounds that echoed around your chambers.
Your eyes tightened, holding his muscular forearm as he continued. Your gummy walls clenched on his thick, quick fingers curling inside of you and hitting that spot.
“Hahh… keep going. So so…good.”
A sound somewhere between a gasp and a squeak slipped from your lips at the sight of Zuko sticking his middle and index fingers into his mouth, sucking on them.
“My Lord—!”
He smiled, a sense of pride overtaking him at your sudden shock. “Can’t I know how my wife tastes like? You taste simply divine, my wife.”
“Oh my—!” You squeaked, using your forearm to hide your flustered expression and beginning to roll your hips against nothing. Your clit still ached in anticipation for that friction he gave.
Zuko’s nimble fingers traced your goosebump-ridden skin and he cupped your left breast while his lips went further down to your other one. “You’re so damn beautiful, my wife. All mine...”
The pit in your stomach grew and you looked away, embarrassed and aroused.
“Please…touch me further.”
It was silent between the both of you for a moment; the wing in which the both of you were at was silent, and you could hear your heavy heartbeat in your ears the longer you kept eye contact with your husband’s golden eyes, pleading with you.
“Let me pleasure you…Y/N. Please.”
You nodded your head slowly and bit your lip, your gaze trailing down onto your husband’s cock again, practically on the verge of cumming.
“Darling—please,” his golden eyes gazed at you, your flushed face and hesitant expression, and he smiled softly.
He felt nervous. What if he didn’t like sex? What if you didn’t like it? As much as he can call you darling, he was a nervous wreck internally.
“L-Let me know if it hurts. Please. I will stop.”
You nodded and dug your nails on his gentle skin, creating crimson crescents in their wake.
And just like that, your husband penetrated you while holding you so gently. Your lips pursed and your eyes followed where his were: at your cunt. The skin of the base of his cock wrinkled the moment he bottomed out in you and gleamed with your arousal when he moved his hips. Zuko hissed, his breathing becoming jagged and heavy.
“M-Move…Faster, Zuko!” He rocked his hips into you, holding your arms down against the sand. Your supple breasts bounced with every harsh thrust.
Oh, Zuko appeared as if he was going to lose it. You were just so beautiful and you were all his now.
Your eyebrows pinched together, lower lip bitten down, and tears welling up in your eyes.
“Oh my God!” Every move of his was fast, pistoning himself into you with ferocity that you slapped your hand on your mouth to stop squeaking. You felt bad for whatever maid or guard was outside hearing you cry out your husband’s name.
Zuko leaned towards you, latching his lips onto your jawline, where he left soft kisses in their wake. His cock dragged lazily against your velvety walls, clenching against him like a damn vice.
“Ahh—nghh…Z-Zuko—!” Your legs clung onto his hips lazily, body arching onto his while your arms covered your face. He’d slowly pull his hips away and slam into you so lasciviously.
Even if he did not replicate the same growing emotions you had for him, you still found yourself wanting more. Your hips bucked against his and you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him again.
“You feel so good, my Lord…” you whispered, against his lips as you tasted him.
Your legs clung onto his waist, feeling his hips buck and thrusts slowly become less consistent. “Let me make you feel good forever, my love…”
Oh…
He flipped you, to be on top of him. The moment he bottomed out inside you, you let out a cry, pressing down on his lower stomach and bounced yourself on his dick.
“Fuck! Oh my—!” God, you looked fucking stunning, with the moon hitting your upper torso and your breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust of his hips upwards.
“Let me make you mine, Y/N. I beg of you…” He groaned, hissing at how your cunt tightened around him oh so good.
You were crying—like actually crying—rocking your hips and fucking yourself on him back and forth. Zuko felt like he was on cloud nine; you were just too damn perfect.
“Nghh-more! Please!” A wave of euphoria washed over you; it was amazing…something you’ve never experienced before.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” He paused, noting your labored breathing and maw slack.
Your body felt damn feverish and you could feel how Zuko’s cock twitched inside you, spilling his hot, warm load inside your hole, making you full.
“F-Fuck…” Zuko wrapped his arms around your waist and slowly tugged you down on him, his head on the crook of your neck as he burried his seed inside you deeper. All warm and filling.
Your weight was on him and you could hear his heartbeat, both of you breathing heavily.
“We should… We should do that again. That was nice.” God, you really are perverted.
Or maybe he’s the perverted one for having one hell of a time right now.
“Tomorrow?” “Tomorrow.” He sighed, running his fingers through your hair and feeling your legs’ hold against him become tighter.
But one thing’s for certain: he wouldn’t give this up for the world.
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a/n: hey y'all.... I'm back... deflowered is back... if you guys have any ideas for zuko fics lmk...
firelord zuko and his royal advisor 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
༄ 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 coworkers(?) to lovers, he fell first AND harder, first kisses, too many marriage proposals for the fire lord, happy ending, lowkey power imbalance cause he’s technically her boss, sever angst in ch.3, fluff in all other chs, political concerns, unc iroh is alive idc, more to be added as i write!
༄ 𝐜𝐡.𝟏
when avatar aang’s letter accidentally outs firelord zuko’s feelings for his royal advisor.
༄ 𝐜𝐡.𝟐
under the moonlight, feelings become more apparent but uncle iroh interrupts an intimate moment between you and the Fire Lord.
༄ starr's p.s. hi! i was not planning on this and i highkey suck at consistently posting series’ [ahem regency jason ahem] but by popular demand of 30 ish people in comments, i will be doing this!!! the number of chapters might change a little but this is what ive outlined for now!! stay tuned!!! i’ll probably post properly starting 29th-30th after my exams!!
everything on this list is mdni (18+) | ☆ = one of kenny's favs
★彡[ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴀɢᴀᴍɪ]彡★
neck kisses (18+) | tennis match (18+) | ft. ryuk (18+) | god complex (18+)
face down, dolled up (18+) ☆
you and light reconnect a few years after college.
risky business (18+)
you and light run out of condoms. to his surprise, that doesn't stop you.
lab report (18+)
your stepbrother helps you out with your homework... and other things.
from my mouth to yours (18+)
light yagami is not gay. he has a girlfriend. naoya zen'in is just a special case.
★彡[ʟ ʟᴀᴡʟɪᴇᴛ]彡★
blowjob blurb (18+)
never let me go (18+)
you give your boyfriend some much needed tlc
★彡[ʀʏᴜᴋ]彡★
life and death (18+)
ryuk knows he can treat you better
★彡[ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ]彡★
since you've been like this (18+) ☆
you and light have been together forever. when he starts to pull away, L is there to comfort you. who will end up being more important to you in the end?
bed chem (18+)
maybe it's all in his head, but L thinks you, him, and Light would have really good bed chem
I feel like light is soooo into humiliation so he would probably fuck you while ryuk is watching js bc he knows how embarrassed you get 😛 like the things light would say is diabolical
light yagami x fem!reader ft. ryuk
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, jealous light, humiliation kink, voy/exhbit
a/n: whoever sent this to me i'm KISSING you 🫶 light makes my humiliation kink act up so fucking bad
light did not like the way you looked at ryuk.
really, light didn't much care for the way you looked at anything that wasn't him. but that wasn't important. what was important to him lately was the seeming affinity you had for the shinigami.
you'd known about him for a year now, but your fascination with him hadn't worn off at all. while light was working at his desk, you'd lay on the couch, half-texting your friends, half-chatting with ryuk like he was one of your friends. it was ridiculous.
you also loved feeding him apples. you thought it was the best thing ever to toss them to him like he was a trained pet.
light side-eyed you from his desk as you did. he'd click his tongue at you, narrowing his eyes. "quit it. he's not a toy," he'd scold.
but you'd just smile. "no, he's not a toy. he's like a puppy!"
ryuk would scoff at that as if he was actually offended, as if he didn't play into all your antics. and you'd just giggle more. light would sit there, knuckles white as he clenched his pen.
he just couldn't stand it. maybe it was petty, but whatever. he already had to worry about other men siphoning your attention away from him, and now you expected him to compete with a literal god of death?
well, compete he would. if there was one thing you should have known about your boyfriend, it was that he did not lose. especially when it came to you.
that's why tonight he had you propped on the bed in front of him, your ass up where he could pound into you from behind. his hand was splayed on the small of your back, his other gripping your hip. he wasn't going slow or lazy like he tended to. no, tonight he was drilling into you, slamming his pelvis against you so hard that each thrust knocked the headboard against the wall.
you were whining non-stop. soft mewls dripped from your lips on repeat. whimpers of his name, breathy little cries of 'fuck' and 'oh my godddd.' your fingers clawed at the bed sheets, as if they would ground you any.
but most importantly, ryuk was hovering in the corner of the room, his glowing eyes fixated on the action before him. he didn't seem particularly aroused. light would describe his demeanor as something closer to curiosity.
it had light glowing with satisfaction. whether ryuk liked it or not, he didn't care. he could see that, without a doubt, you belonged to light.
light couldn't see your face in this position, but he was sure it was hot with embarrassment. you'd always been shy about the simplest acts of pda. he could only imagine what was running through your mind now that someone else was watching you get fucked like a bitch in heat.
but despite your embarrassment, he knew you liked it. you were fucking gushing around him. your walls were pulsing and squeezing, sucking him deeper with every rock of his hips. the two of you would definitely have to switch the sheets after this.
after a particularly harsh thrust, you let out a cute squeak and tried crawling forward a bit, subconsciously in search of some relief. he put a stop to that real quick though. one of his palms landed a sharp smack on your ass before he yanked you back hard.
you choked out another moan, arms buckling beneath you.
he laughed.
his arm shot forward and looped around your neck. he brought you up and cradled your frame in a makeshift headlock.
"ah-ah. no hiding, sweetheart," he panted against your ear. "ryuk's watching, remember? give him a big smile."
you whined. your head tried to tilt downwards in an effort to hide your eyes from the shinigami. but light's arm beneath your chin didn't allow for it. your face stayed upright. instead, you just squeezed your eyes shut.
he chuckled again. "come on. he thinks you're so pretty. i can tell," he mocked.
his hips snapped against your ass harder, getting another loud cry out of you. your eyes fluttered open, almost like you didn't have the will to keep them shut anymore.
"that's it. don't be so shy. it's just ryuk, silly girl," he murmured, unable to keep the smirk off his face.
light's pupils flitted over to ryuk who was still watching, invested as ever. unlike you, he wasn't shy at all. light didn't know if shinigami's could get hard, but ryuk was undoubtedly interested in you.
"isn't she pretty, ryuk? she's shy as a little mouse, but it's cute," he said smugly.
ryuk half laughed from his position in the corner. he didn't say anything at first, letting the reaction speak for itself. but then after a moment, his raspy voice cut through the sound of skin-on-skin.
"sure. your little girlfriend is cute, light," he said.
you whimpered upon hearing the words. your cunt clamped down extra tight. it got a moan out of light.
he nipped at your ear. "don't be rude. tell ryuk thank you," he said.
your body seemed to convulse at the idea of speaking in this condition.
in a whiny, broken tone, you forced out "th-thank you, ryuk."
if the shinigami said anything back, light didn't hear. euphoria rushed through his head and drown everything else out. he buried his face against your neck and forced you back down so you were flat on your stomach.
your hips bounced up and down against the mattress to take him deeper. in a matter of moments, the both of you were hitting your high. you soaked his dick and the bedsheets while he spilled inside the condom he had on.
all the energy had been sapped from your body. you went limp below light before he even rolled off of you. he took a few breaths before pulling out. he then flopped onto his side, peeled the condom off, and discarded it into the trash by the bed. his other hand lazily rested on your back.
the two of you stayed like that for a while. after a little bit, you scooted closer and rested your head against his arm. he looked over at you dozing off, and beyond he saw ryuk still lingering in the corner.
he grinned and reached over to the nightstand. he'd planned for this moment after all. grabbing the apple sitting there, he tossed it over to the shinigami. a little reward for his role in the game.
authors note: hello my little ones, today i have a fic that was meant for my birthday that was yesterday, but that doesn’t really matter now lolz… anywho, i figured a sweet little 2004 gerard friends tew lovers trope would be cute given that was the year i was born and in another universe, i’d like to do this with gerard for my birthday, anyways, enjoy!
before you read: gender neutral reader (i tried), friends to lovers, cursing, nicknames, can they get married already, lots of fluff and tension, sweet little picnic date, gee’s duality gives me whiplash, unprotected sex, grinding, reader and gee are switches, cow…person?, doggy style, missionary, slapping, hair pulling, licking and biting, slight overstim, spitting, creampie, gerard is a freak (said lovingly), idk i want him tew take me to pound town… sigh…
word count: 10,044 (ohhh)
the first thing you register is the cold. it seeps into your bones, making you shiver uncontrollably. you’re so tired, your body heavy with exhaustion, and you instinctively nuzzle toward the nearest source of warmth on your side.
then you hear it- a soft, warm chuckle that vibrates against your ear. your brows furrow as you try to rationalize the sound through your sleepy haze. before you can process it, you feel a gentle brush against the tip of your nose.
whining softly, you roll face first into the pillow, trying to escape the disturbance. but then you hear him, your best friend gerard, his voice low and thick with sleep. “i know you’re up.”
you whine again, rolling slightly to peek through your tangled hair and the pillow. your face heats instantly when you see him. he’s on his side of the bed, right- you fell asleep here again. at this point, you practically live here.
his pink lips form a familiar sleepy grin, cheeks flushed a delicate pink. his hazel eyes sparkle as sunlight cascades through the small, shitty basement window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. his greasy black hair is just as messy as yours, but somehow so incredibly endearing. his soft cheek is squished against the pillow, and you can’t help but automatically scoot closer.
gerard laughs softly, a knowing sound as you sigh, your voice scratchy from sleep, “why’re y’trynna disturb my beauty rest?”
he hums in response, and your fingers curl into his worn t-shirt, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your touch. another chill racks through your body, and he coos softly, tugging you closer as his arm easily sneaks under your pillow. his other hand guides your thigh over his hip, and his dizzying warmth begins seeping into your chilled bones.
his hand sneaks under your (his) shirt, his large, hot palm relaxing your nerves instantly. his thick fingers circle the flesh of your waist as he rasps, your noses nearly touching, “i was bored.” you roll your eyes at him, and he laughs as you nuzzle into his warm neck.
your voice is shaky as you hum, trying to change the topic. “when do you have to go today?”
“it’s my off day,” he murmurs against your hair.
“oh, so you’re… gonna see the guys later?” you ask, already knowing the answer.
“no,” he says, pulling back just enough to look at you properly. “i wanna spend the day with you, honey.” there’s something in his tone that makes you pause, and then it hits you- today’s your birthday. you completely forgot until now. you groan and shoot up, dragging your palms over your face as gerard sits up with you, laughing at your reaction.
“jesus christ, i’m so old now,” you complain, falling back onto the bed dramatically.
“you’re literally younger than me,” he points out, still chuckling as he leans over you.
“that’s different,” you argue, though there’s no real heat behind it. “you belong in a nursing home, not me.”
“hey!” he protests, but he’s smiling. “at least i don’t look like a fuckin’ raccoon when i wake up.”
you gasp in mock offense. “i do not!”
“do too,” he insists, reaching out to gently poke the smudged eyeliner under your eyes. “see? y’got that fuckin’ raccoon look goin’ on.”
before you can retort, you notice movement at the end of the bed. leo, gerard’s cat, is sitting there, squinting at you two as if judging your morning antics. “looks like leo’s not impressed with your birthday attitude,” gerard observes, following your gaze.
“that man is never impressed with anything,” you say matter of factly, reaching down to wiggle your fingers at the cat. leo merely blinks slowly, completely unimpressed.
gerard laughs, the sound warming you from the inside out. “i’m afraid you’re correct.”
you turn your attention back to him, your earlier irritation forgotten as you look into his sparkling hazel eyes. the morning light catches in his hair, making the dark strands seem almost blue in places. there’s something so incredibly intimate about moments like these- just the two of you, tangled together in his basement bedroom, the rest of the world feeling miles away.
“i really do wanna spend the day with you,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “for my birthday.”
“thank fuckin’ god,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to that low register that always makes your stomach flutter as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your lips. your heart pounds against your ribs, and for a moment, you think this is it- this is finally happening.
but then panic surges through you, hot and overwhelming. “i have to shit- like- real bad,” you blurt out, scrambling away from him and his perfect warmth. “i also probably smell horrendous from last night’s show. i need to shower- yeah that sounds nice.”
gerard blinks, his confident expression faltering into that familiar awkwardness you know so well. “oh- uh- yeah. you can use my shower- obviously,” he stammers, running a hand through his messy black hair. “i’ll just... wait out here.”
you nod, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. as you slide off the bed, you lean down to give leo a quick kiss on the head, murmuring, “don’t let this one corrupt you while i’m gone.” behind you, you hear gerard make a strange choking sound, and you realize with a jolt that in your bent over position, your ass- clad only in thin briefs- is directly in his line of sight.
you straighten up quickly, not daring to look back at him as you waddle toward his joint basement bathroom, your face burning with embarrassment. once you close the door behind you, you lean against it for a moment, your heart still racing.
you catch your reflection in the mirror and- holy shit. your face is flushed, your eyes wide and wild. your eyeliner is smudged from sleep, creating dark circles that rival the raccoon look gerard teased you about earlier. your hair is a complete wreck, sticking up at odd angles, and gerard’s shirt hangs off your frame.
“fuckin’ Idiot,” you mutter to yourself, turning away from the mirror. “you had the chance and you chicken out.” you can still see the embarrassed look on gerard’s face, the way he stumbled over his words when you pulled away. you groan, running your hands through your tangled hair before turning on the shower.
as steam fills the small bathroom, you step under the hot water, letting it cascade over your body. you close your eyes, dissociating as you go through the motions of washing yourself- lather, rinse, repeat. your mind keeps replaying the moment on the bed, the way gerard looked at you, the warmth of his hand on your skin, the almost kiss that never happened. eventually, you turn off the water and step out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel.
the bathroom door clicks open, and gerard’s head snaps up from where he’s softly murmuring to leo. he’s already dressed, and your breath catches. a dark denim jacket hugs his wide but soft frame, paired with dark flared jeans and scuffed boots. a cute little black hat sits on his head, making his greasy black hair, neatly tucked beneath it, look almost artful.
his sideburns are so prominent and pretty, framing his flushed cheeks. leo, a fluffy black contrast against the bright comforter, looks like gerard’s son as he pets the cat’s tummy. you can’t help but laugh softly. “you two plotting something?”
gerard jumps slightly, a blush creeping up his neck as his eyes dart down, taking in the towel wrapped securely around you, your damp hair dripping onto your skin. “yeah,” he says, a slow, awkward smile spreading across his face. “he was jus’ tellin’ me we’re gonna take over the fuckin’ world in t-minus 24 hours.”
you both laugh, the sound filling the small basement room. he stands up, his hands fidgeting nervously at his sides. as you come closer, his breath hitches audibly. your height is pretty close, him just having a few inches on you, and when your arms circle his neck, his hands instantly find your hips, gripping them with a hesitant certainty.
he exhales softly, a shudder running through his frame as your chin rests on his shoulder. you feel him visibly relax, his body melting into yours as he begins to rock you both back and forth slightly. “i love when you use my shower,” he says, his voice hesitant and so soft it’s almost a whisper.
you pull back just enough to look at him, a teasing grin playing on your lips. “you sayin’ i smell bad when i don’t?”
his eyes go wide with panic. “no! i meant like-” he cuts himself off, his eyes squeezing shut as his head droops to your shoulder in defeat. “i meant- i like when you like- i dunno- smell like me… when i uhm… shower?” he groans against your skin, the sound muffled and utterly endearing.
you laugh, a real, bright laugh, and twirl the curled ends of his hair. you bring his head back up, forcing him to look at you. his pout is adorable, his cheeks a deep pink as he avoids your gaze. your voice softens as you cradle his face, his slight stubble a delicious rasp against your sensitive palms. your thumbs stroke his sideburns, and he leans into the touch involuntarily. “gee, m’jus’ fuckin’ with you,” you murmur. “pick an outfit for me?”
he looks at you, really looks at you, and gulps. he obeys instantly, a relieved exhale turning into a grin as confidence creeps back in. his head tilts, his grip on your hips becoming more sure. “lettin’ me dress you up for your special day?”
you roll your eyes and give him a light shove. he stumbles back, laughing as you plop down onto his small bed. you lean back on your elbows, shooing him away with one hand while the other pets leo, who has now made his way over to you. “less talking, more finding an outfit for me,” you hum.
he nearly stumbles again in his haste to get to the dresser, the one where you keep a lot of your clothes that have accumulated here over time. he pulls out a pair of briefs and some shorts, then moves to his closet, sifting through hangers before selecting an old band t-shirt and a flannel to go over it.
he’s muttering to himself by the closet, a low, serious stream of consciousness about fabric weights and color theory, and you can’t help but smile to yourself. leo gives you a knowing look from his spot on the bed, his emerald eyes half lidded as you continue to stroke his soft fur. it’s ridiculous, but you swear the cat knows- gerard’s own damn cat understands the seismic shift happening between you, and somehow, the man himself remains blissfully, painfully unaware.
then you hear the soft shuffle of his boots on the concrete floor. his voice pulls you back to the present, and you take in his flushed cheeks as he approaches, placing the folded clothes on the bed like a peace offering.
“so- uhm- i picked those shorts ‘cause they’re the length y’like and wear a lot- and,” he inhales sharply, scratching the nape of his neck, making the little black hat wobble slightly. his eyes dart to yours for a fleeting second before dropping to the floor again. “i think this shirt of mine looks good on you- you also wear it a lot- and y’get cold easily so i think the flannel will help-”
a genuine laugh escapes you. he jumps slightly at the sound, but you’re already rising, moving into his space with a languid grace that belies the frantic beating of your heart. your hands find his soft hips under the rough denim of his jacket, feeling the warmth of him even through the layers. you tilt your head, smiling up at him, and his hands twitch at his sides before they find your biceps, his thick fingers holding on like you’re a dream he’s afraid of waking from.
you can’t help it. you lean in and press a soft, deliberate kiss to his cheek. his stubble rasps against your lips, a delicious friction. his eyes widen for a fraction of a second, then flutter shut as you drag your palms up his chest, feeling the steady, rapid thrum of his heart. his hands fall back to your hips, gripping you with a new desperation as you nuzzle into the warmth of his sideburn, dizzy from his overwhelming presence. “you’re really cute and attentive, y’know that?” you hum against his skin.
he just smiles, a shy, lopsided thing. his lashes flutter against his cheeks, which are burning with color. his eyes find yours, then drop to your lips for a dangerous, lingering second before snapping back up. he knows he was caught. he sucks in a shaky breath, his voice low and unsteady, barely more than a rasp. “y’gotta stop lookin’ at me like that, honey.”
you just shrug, your gaze flicking over to leo, who is now meticulously cleaning a paw, pointedly ignoring the thick tension in the room. you feel gerard’s hand leave your hip, his fingers gently brushing a few strands of your damp hair away from your cheek. the touch is electric, sending a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the cold.
your own cheeks warm as you look back at him, and jesus christ, the way he’s looking at you makes you feel like you just hung the damn moon. your heart clenches with the sharp, painful memory of your cowardice earlier. you really should have let him kiss you. “where’s the fun in not looking at you like that, gee?” you whisper, your voice thick with an emotion you’re no longer trying to hide.
he just rolls his pretty eyes, a soft click of his tongue his only response before he leans in. his lips press against your forehead, a kiss that feels both chaste and deeply intimate. he squeezes your hips, his voice a low murmur against your skin. “gonna drink some coffee upstairs. wanna go to the park soon?”
you smile, a genuine, easy thing. “yeah, of course.” he hums back, a happy sound, and then he’s muttering about having to piss and brush his teeth as he walks away. you try to ignore the consuming thoughts about your relationship, about what this all means, as you get dressed. you pull on his clothes, the fabric soft and smelling faintly of him- something uniquely gerard. he eventually walks up the steps, calling back over his shoulder- something about you being cute, and you’re left in the quiet basement with leo.
you take your time brushing your own teeth, using gerard’s old hairbrush for the wreck on top of your head and your deft fingers resmudge your eyeliner until it looks deliberate instead of slept in. you throw on your boots and grab your bag, leaning down to give a sleeping leo one last kiss. he stretches cutely in his sleep before settling again. taking a deep breath, you walk up the basement steps, the sound of your own heartbeat loud in your ears.
when you push open the door at the top of the stairs, the house is quiet, save for the low, murmuring cadence of gerard’s voice drifting from the kitchen. you follow the sound, a smile already playing on your lips as you pad towards him. he’s standing by the counter, his back to you, meticulously spreading mayonnaise on slices of bread. a glance at the clock on the microwave makes your eyes widen- noon. you really slept in.
you don’t want to spook him, but the sight of his focused profile, the way his brow furrows in concentration, is too tempting. as silent as you can manage in your clunky combat boots, you close the distance and circle your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to the worn denim of his jacket.
of course, he jumps, a sharp yelp escaping his lips as the knife in his hand clatters against the cutting board. but then he stiffens for only a second before melting, his body relaxing into yours as he realizes it’s you. he turns his head slightly, and you hide your smile against his shoulder, peeking up at him. god, he’s gorgeous. his pointed nose is so kissable, his side profile devastatingly perfect in the morning light.
“you’re a menace,” he laughs, his voice still low and rough with sleep as he picks up his coffee mug and takes a sip. you laugh too, a soft sound that vibrates against his back. you rise up slightly to press a kiss on the coarse hair of his sideburn, right above his jawline. he shivers, a barely perceptible tremor, and turns back to his task, but his movements are slower now, more deliberate.
you stay there, a warm, weighty presence at his back, content to just watch him work. “i was thinkin’,” he murmurs, not looking at you, “we could just eat these at the park. if that’s okay.”
you can hear the nervous tremor in his voice, the slight hesitation. “that’s a perfect idea, gee,” you reassure him, your arms tightening around him for a moment. “a picnic.”
he nods, and you can feel the relief in the set of his shoulders. reluctantly, you pull away and pad towards the fridge. “what do you want t’drink?”
“diet coke,” he says instantly. you hum in response, grabbing a can for him and a bottle of water for yourself. you lean against the counter opposite him, sipping your water as he finishes his coffee. the silence is comfortable, filled with the soft sounds of him packing the sandwiches and drinks into a small cooler bag. then, a loud MEOW breaks the quiet. leo is sitting by your feet, blinking up at you expectantly.
you scoop him up without a second thought. he’s always a bit hesitant at first, his body stiff for a moment, but then he relaxes, nudging his head firmly against your chin. “gerard, come here,” you call softly.
he’s at your side in an instant, circling his arms around your waist so you’re both pressing leo gently between you. the cat is in heaven, purring as he bends back to nuzzle against gerard’s stubble, then turning to rub his cheek against yours again. “he’s so obsessed with attention,” you murur, stroking leo’s back.
“yeah,” gerard agrees, his voice thick with affection. “he fuckin’ loves you. like, he thinks you’re his other parent or somethin’.” the words hang in the air, and you feel him freeze. he backtracks immediately, his cheeks flushing a deep, adorable crimson. “i mean- shit- that’s weird- i jus’ meant he’s used t’you. you’re here a lot and he-”
as if on cue, leo squirms, demanding to be put down. once his paws hit the floor, you turn back to gerard, stepping directly into his space. your arms circle his neck, and his hands find their familiar place on your hips, gripping you just a little tighter than necessary. you tilt your head, a playful smirk on your lips. “his other parent, huh?”
he avoids your gaze, his eyes fixed somewhere over your shoulder. “i jus’ meant- y’know- he’s comfortable with you. because you stay over. a lot.”
you shush him gently, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to his flushed cheek. he flushes deeper, the color spreading down his neck. “don’t be embarrassed,” you whisper, your thumbs stroking the nape of his neck. “i hope he does see me as a parent. i think it’s cute.”
he finally looks at you then, his hazel eyes soft and impossibly warm. “yeah?”
“yeah,” you confirm, your heart doing a stupid little flip.
he grins, a real, genuine lopsided grin that crinkles the corners of his eyes. you both just stand there for a moment, lost in your own little world, before he seems to remember himself. “right- the park.” he grabs his bag and the cooler, and you sling your own bag over your shoulder. you both call out a synchronized “bye, leo!” to the cat, who is now meticulously cleaning himself on the couch, completely ignoring you.
the car ride is a blur of familiar jersey scenery and the low hum of the radio, but the moment gerard kills the engine in the park’s gravel lot, a different kind of quiet settles in. it’s the kind of day that feels heavy and soft at the same time, the humid warmth of air pressing down, making the fabric of your clothes feel like a second skin. he finds a spot, a small island of shade beneath an old oak tree, and the two of you set up the blanket, the movements practiced and easy from years of friendship.
you settle, your thigh pressing firmly against gerard’s, a line of solid warmth that feels more grounding than anything else. he pulls out the sandwiches and drinks, his movements a little too precise, a little too careful. you let your gaze drift, taking it all in- the distant laughter of children on the swings, the rhythmic crunch of gravel under the feet of people walking by, the way the sunlight filters through the leaves, dappling the grass in shifting patterns.
your attention is pulled back to gerard. he’s nervously arranging your sandwich bag and water bottle next to you, his fingers fumbling with the plastic. he feels your eyes on him and looks up, catching your gaze. he opens his own sandwich bag with a crinkle of plastic and takes a large bite, his cheeks puffing out adorably like a hamster’s. a flush rises on his cheeks as he chews, and swallows audibly. “what’s wrong?” he asks, his voice muffled slightly by the food. “you’re staring.”
you just smile, a slow, lazy thing, and reach out to gently poke his puffed out cheek. he flinches but doesn’t pull away, his eyes widening slightly as he gulps. you laugh, a soft, breathy sound, and shake your head as you finally unwrap your own sandwich. you lean your head against his shoulder, the worn denim of his jacket a familiar comfort against your temple. you eat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the simple act of sharing a meal feeling more intimate than it should. “thank you for doing this,” you murmur, your voice quiet.
“don’t thank me,” he says instantly, his voice firm but soft. “it’s your birthday, honey. i ain’t gonna let y’sit in my basement all fuckin’ day.”
you lift your head to look at him, a playful challenge in your eyes. “oh, so this is a chore? is that what i’m hearing? you’re just begrudgingly takin’ me out for my birthday?”
he scoffs, but a smile tugs at his lips. “yes, it’s a huge burden. i’m suffering immensely. can’t you tell?”
“i can truly see the agony all over your face,” you deadpan, gesturing to his smiling mouth. “it’s a real tragedy.”
as you bicker back and forth, his hand finds your thigh. it stays there, heavy and warm, a casual weight that sends a jolt of electricity straight through you. his large, hot palm rests against your skin, and his thumb begins to stroke idly back and forth. every few seconds, he gives your flesh a gentle squeeze, a rhythmic pressure that sends shivers cascading down your spine, making the hairs on your arms stand on end.
the last of the sandwiches and drinks are cleared away, the silence that follows filled with the distant shouts from a playground and the lazy hum of summer insects. you lean back on your hands, your gaze drifting over the tapestry of the park- a young couple pushing a stroller, an old man walking a dog that looks like a cloud. each scene is a fleeting moment in a life that has nothing to do with you, and yet, you can’t help but wonder.
will gerard still be here with you in jersey in twenty two years? or will this newfound, burgeoning fame of his create a chasm too wide to cross? you feel his gaze on you long before he speaks, a physical weight that pulls you from your thoughts. “penny for your thoughts?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear. “you’ve been quiet for a whole five minutes. that’s like- a personal record for you.”
you turn to look at him, a faint smile playing on your lips. “jus’ thinking.”
“about?” he prods, his eyes soft and searching yours.
you take a breath, the question feeling impossibly vulnerable in the open air. “where do y’think we’ll be in twenty two years?”
he doesn’t even have to think about it. “still in each other’s lives, of course.” the words are so simple, so certain, they knock the air from your lungs. he seems to realize how profound it sounded and rushes to backpedal, his cheeks flushing that adorable shade of pink. “i mean- like, you’ll be a famous artist with your own studio in the city, and i’ll be... i don’t fuckin’ know, tryin’ t’convince a new record label that my concept album about a parade of dead soldiers is totally marketable.”
you laugh, a genuine, bright sound that feels like the most natural thing in the world. “oh, is that the plan? i’m the successful one and you’re the pathetic case?”
“hey!” he protests, but he’s smiling, his arm nudging yours playfully. “i could be the one in a world famous band and you could be... our official, highly paid manager.”
“our manager?” you repeat, raising an eyebrow. “wow, gee. really setting the bar high for me, aren’t you?”
“jus’ means we’ll still be around,” he says, his tone turning serious again, the teasing melting away. “i can’t imagine not. even if i’m a total washed up rockstar by then.”
your teasing facade softens. “i hope so too.”
the conversation drifts, naturally, to the inevitable. “god, we’re gonna be so old,” you say with a dramatic sigh, flopping back onto the blanket.
“m’gonna look fuckin’ horrendous,” he states with absolute certainty, picking at a loose thread on the blanket. “all wrinkly and gross. my hair will probably fall out.”
you let your eyes drift over him, really look at him- the sharp line of his jaw softened by the afternoon light, the full curve of his lips, the dark intensity of his hair that his fans seem to love so much. you try to picture him older, in his forties. you imagine his natural mousy brown hair grown out, like it is now, but with distinguished silver streaks at the temples. you picture the lines around his eyes from smiling and squinting under stage lights, the way his face would carry the stories of his life.
the thought doesn’t make you sad- it clenches your heart with a strange, sweet ache. “you’ll be cute,” you say, your voice softer than you intended. “you’ll have gray hair and wrinkles, but they’ll be your wrinkles, and they’ll be cute.”
he scoffs, but the blush on his cheeks betrays him. “you’re jus’ sayin’ that ‘cause you’re my best friend. you’re legally obligated t’say that shit.”
“no, i’m not,” you insist, then a sudden impulse strikes you. “i wanna paint your nails.”
his eyebrows shoot up. “my nails? they’re... they’re kinda gross.”
“oh shush,” you counter, already rummaging through your bag. you pull out a small bottle of black nail polish. “i do it all the time. it’ll look good. very rock and roll.”
you both look at each other, then at your current positions, a logistical puzzle. you try sitting sideways, but it’s awkward. you try kneeling in front of him, but your back protests. after a few moments of clumsy trial and error, you mutter, “okay, just... move. i can sit between your legs and rest my back against your chest.”
his eyes widen, and a deep, beautiful flush spreads from his neck to the tips of his ears. he looks like a deer caught in headlights, but he just nods, swallowing hard as he shifts to open his legs and make space for you. you settle back against him, his chest a solid, warm wall behind you.
you can feel the frantic, unsteady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back, a rapid drumbeat that betrays his calm exterior. “okay,” you say, your voice a little shaky. “give me your hand.”
he tentatively rests his left hand on your bare knee, his fingers slightly curled, as if he’s afraid to touch you too boldly. you uncap the polish, the sharp chemical scent cutting through the grassy air. the first coat goes on, a glossy stripe of black against his short nail bed. his breath hitches against your neck, a warm, damp puff of air that makes your own breathing falter. you’re hyper aware of him- the solid wall of his chest behind you, the hand splayed across your stomach, the way his thumb is tracing absent minded circles just above the waistband of your shorts.
you’re concentrating so hard, trying to keep your hand steady, that you almost don’t feel it. a soft, hesitant pressure against the side of your neck. it’s not a kiss, not really, more like the ghost of one, a fleeting press of his lips that’s gone as soon as it arrives. you freeze, the brush hovering over his pinky finger.
“shit, sorry,” he breathes, the words a hot rush of apology against your skin. he starts to pull back, his hand tensing on your stomach, his body going rigid with regret. but you don’t let him. you melt back into him, a deliberate, boneless shift that presses you more firmly against his chest. you tilt your head to the side, a silent, unspoken invitation. a soft, shaky sigh escapes him, and then he’s pressing his lips there again, more confident this time, a lingering kiss that makes your toes curl in your boots.
“you can... you can do that more,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.
he hums, a low, contented sound that vibrates through your entire body. “i remember,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin with every word. “that one time, you were so wasted. y’told me you liked it when i kissed your neck.”
a hazy, distant memory surfaces- laughing too hard on his basement couch, the world spinning pleasantly, confiding secrets in the dark. you smile, a genuine, private smile. “i remember,” you admit. “i’m a very honest drunk.”
“apparently,” he teases, his voice regaining some of its usual playful lilt. but then you start to try and guide his other hand on your knee. a small, pathetic whine of protest escapes his throat. “but... i can’t hold you,” he complains, his grip on your waist tightening for a moment before he reluctantly lets go.
you click your tongue, a soft, comforting sound. “you can kiss me whenever you want, gee. that’s more than enough holding.” your face heats as you say it, the memory of his face inches from yours this morning, of the kiss you chickened out of, flashing vividly in your mind.
he hums again, a low, thoughtful sound. “interesting,” he murmurs, the single word dripping with a new kind of confidence. he shifts, pressing another kiss, this time to the sharp line of your jaw. it’s not shy. it’s deliberate, a claiming. the sudden shift in his dominance, the easy way he takes control, sends a jolt straight through you. your hole clenches, and you feel a sudden, embarrassing rush of warmth dampen your briefs. you gulp audibly.
“anytime i want?” he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing rumble against your ear. “jus’ changed your mind?”
you huff, your face burning, and elbow him gently in the ribs. “stay still,” you mumble, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. “you’re gonna make me mess up.” but he doesn’t stay still.
for the rest of the time you paint his nails, he’s a constant, needy presence. he’s like a puppy that’s just been given permission to cuddle, breathing you in, pressing soft, open mouthed kisses to the column of your neck and the sensitive skin behind your ear. he’s still shy about it, in a way- each kiss is hesitant, followed by a pause, as if he’s still surprised you’re letting him do it. but the raw want is there, a palpable craving for your touch, your scent, your attention.
finally, you’re done. you cap the nail polish and set it aside, leaning forward to give the nails a moment to dry. before you can pull away to start on your own, he leans back, pulling you with him so you’re still nestled securely between his legs. you feel his stare on the side of your face, intense and unwavering. “i’m excited t’see what you’ll look like in twenty two years, honey.” he murmurs softly, his voice devoid of any teasing. it’s a genuine, heartfelt statement.
your heart stutters in your chest, a clumsy, irregular beat. you can only manage a weak hum in response, your throat tight with emotion. he doesn’t push, just rests his chin back on your shoulder, his arm a comfortable weight around you. you talk about nothing and everything- the band’s upcoming tour dates, the art gallery show you’re helping to set up, the way frank tripped over his own amp at practice last week. but it all feels like filler, background noise to the roaring silence of everything you’re not saying.
the sun begins its slow descent, casting long, golden shadows across the park. the air cools, and a comfortable silence settles between you, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city winding down. you both know it’s time to go. packing up is a series of quiet, coordinated movements, the charged air between you making every accidental brush of hands feel like a jolt. you fold the blanket while he shoves the trash into the cooler bag, your eyes meeting over the mundane task, a silent understanding passing between you.
the walk back to the car is thick with unspoken words. in the confines of his beat up sedan, the tension is almost suffocating, a living, breathing thing in the small space. he starts the engine, the low rumble doing little to break the spell. he pulls out of the parking spot, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. then, you feel it.
his hand hesitantly settles on your thigh, a light, questioning pressure. you don’t move, barely breathe. after a moment, you slowly, deliberately, place your hand over his. he sucks in a sharp breath, and his fingers immediately squeeze the flesh of your thigh, a firm, possessive grip that sends a wave of heat straight through you. he doesn’t move it for the entire drive home.
by the time you pull up to his house, the sky has deepened to a dark, velvety blue, pricked with the first few stars. you carry your bags inside, the silence of the house a stark contrast to the noise in your head. “home sweet hell,” gerard murmurs, kicking the door shut behind him.
“you say the sweetest things,” you deadpan, dropping your bag by the stairs. “truly a poet.”
“damn right,” he agrees, a grin tugging at his lips. “m’thinkin’ of writing a ballad about the mysterious mold in the basement bathroom.”
you both laugh, the sound a little too loud in the quiet house, a desperate attempt to ease the tension that’s only getting thicker, hotter. you follow him into the living room, and the tension breaks, softened by the sight of leo. the cat is passed out on the couch, a fluffy black lump, his little belly full and rising and falling with each deep, sleepy breath.
gerard seems distracted, his blush returning as he stands awkwardly by the armchair, watching you. you lean down, stroking leo’s soft fur and pressing a gentle kiss to his head. the cat whines in his sleep, a soft, contented sound, and you smile. when you stand up, gerard is just staring at you, his gaze dark and intense. he clears his throat, the sound loud in the silence. “you wanna... go downstairs? watch a movie or somethin’?”
you can see the nervous energy thrumming through him, the desperate hope in his eyes. you don’t answer with words. you just smile, a slow, knowing curve of your lips, and take his hand. his fingers are warm, slightly calloused, and they curl around yours instantly. you turn and start dragging him towards the basement door, and he obeys without hesitation, a willing captive.
as you reach the top of the steps, you feel a shiver roll down your spine as his arm slips from your hand to circle your waist. his hand is a firm, guiding pressure on your side, and he gently steers you down the darkened staircase.
the basement door clicks shut, sealing you in the warm, dim glow of the single lamp. you groan as you sit on the edge of his bed, the day catching up to you as you fumble with the laces of your combat boots. “i swear to god, i’m throwin’ these things out next time i see a dumpster,” you mutter, more to yourself than to him.
your gaze drifts over to gerard. he’s shrugging off his cute little hat, tossing it onto his dresser, followed by the heavy denim jacket. your face heats as his t-shirt sleeves ride up, revealing the thick but soft curve of his biceps. he tucks a stray strand of hair behind his ear, his movements restless, distracted. he’s just standing there, a coiled spring of nervous energy, and the sight of him, so vulnerable and so yours for the taking, makes something primal stir in your gut. “come here,” you say, your voice low and even.
he gulps, the sound audible in the quiet room. he walks to you, his steps slow, deliberate, until he’s standing right in front of you, slightly looking down to meet your eyes. you tut softly, your hands coming up to cradle his soft, slightly prickly cheeks. his skin is burning. “what’s the matter, gee?” you coo, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to his flushed cheek.
and just like that, he folds. it’s a beautiful, devastating collapse. a choked sound escapes his throat, something between a whimper and a sob. his hands, which had been hovering awkwardly, fly to your hips, gripping you with a desperate strength. “i can’t,” he chokes out, his voice cracking. “i can’t do this anymore- i wanna kiss you so fuckin’ bad it hurts. i felt like such an idiot this morning, i thought i fucked it all up, that you hated me-”
“shhh,” you murmur, cutting him off. you pull back just enough to look him in the eye, your thumb stroking his cheekbone. “strip, baby. and lie back on the bed, hmm?”
he blinks, his wide, hazel eyes processing the command. for a split second, there’s a flicker of hesitation, but it’s quickly consumed by a wave of pure need. he’s clearly not used to this side of you, but he’s so ready for it. he obeys instantly, his hands fumbling with the hem of his t-shirt, then his belt. you watch him, your own movements methodical as you strip off your clothes, piece by piece, until you’re just as bare.
he’s already on the bed, lying back against the pillows, his chest heaving. his face is flushed a deep pink, a sheen of sweat making his skin glisten in the warm light. his soft tummy rises and falls with his ragged breaths. his cock is a thick, angry red curve against his pubic hair, so hard it looks painful. the slit is already dribbling with precome, a pearly bead that trails down the flushed head. he’s whiny, desperate, and so utterly needy it makes your mouth water as he begs for you.
you coo softly as you climb onto the bed, crawling up his body to straddle his thick, powerful thighs. his hands are on you instantly, groping, grabbing, anywhere he can reach- your hips, your ass, the small of your back. he’s trying to pull you closer, trying to grind up against you, but you hold firm, pinning him down with your weight. “please, honey,” he whimpers, his eyes squeezed shut. “i really fuckin’ need you- i’ll do anything.”
“look at me,” you command, your voice a low growl.
his hazel eyes flutter open, and they’re glassy, unfocused with lust. “fuckin’ christ- you’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he breathes, his gaze raking over your naked form. “i’ve thought about this... god, i’ve thought about this shit so many times.”
you lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, your nails digging into his skin just enough to make him gasp. “tell me what you’re thinkin’ about, gee,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his ear.
he groans, a deep, guttural sound from the back of his throat. his hips buck up involuntarily, his slick cock sliding against your inner thigh. “fuckin’ everything,” he chokes out. “wanna taste you- t’feel you come on my tongue. i wanna be inside you, so deep- so fuckin’ deep y’couldn’t tell where i ended and you began. wanna ruin you for anyone else, honey.”
you smile, a slow, predatory curve of your lips. you shift your hips, grinding down against him, and he cries out, his head thrown back against the pillows. “such a good boy,” you purr.
you don’t give him time to process your words. you shift your hips, notching the slick, swollen head of his cock against your entrance. you’re soaking, your own arousal a slick, welcoming heat, and the feel of him there, poised and ready, makes your hole throb with a desperate, empty ache. you sink down, slowly, inch by agonizing inch, and the sound that rips from gerard’s throat is pure filth.
it’s a choked sob, his back arching off the bed as you take him in. “fuck,” he whimpers, his eyes rolling back in his skull. “oh, fuck, you’re so warm- so fuckin’ wet... jesus christ-”
you don’t stop until he’s fully seated, his thick cock filling you so completely it takes your breath away. you can feel every ridge, every vein, the way he pulses inside you, a frantic, living thing. his tip is kissing that spot deep inside, the one that makes your vision blur and your toes curl. you stay still for a moment, just feeling him, letting the dizzying fullness wash over you.
the room is filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the wet, obscene sound of your bodies joined. “feel that, baby?” you murmur, your voice husky. “feel how badly i need you?” he can only manage a choked moan in response, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow.
you start to move, a slow, deliberate roll of your hips that grinds him deeper inside you. his eyes fly open, wide and wild. “you’re fuckin’- shit- you’re ridin’ me,” he stammers, his voice breaking. “oh god, you’re actually... fuck- y’look so good. so fuckin’ unreal like this.”
you pick up the pace, bouncing on his cock, the wet, slapping sounds of your skin meeting his echoing in the small room. he’s so responsive, a constant stream of filth and praise pouring from his lips. “your ass... god, your ass is perfect,” he whines, his hips bucking up to meet your downward thrusts. “and your hole- suckin’ me in- jus’ so fuckin’ greedy... you’re so good t’me, honey- so fuckin’ good,”
his cock throbs inside you, a powerful twitch that sends a jolt of pleasure straight through you. “y’feel that?” he pants, his face contorted in ecstasy. “that’s for you- all for you- y’make me so fuckin’ hard…”
“you’re such a good boy, gee,” you pant, leaning down to brace your hands on his chest, your flesh brushing against his own. “takin’ me so well. fucking me so good for my birthday.”
his jaw slacks, his mouth falling open as he stares up at you, completely mesmerized. he’s so shameless now, all his earlier shyness burned away by a desperate, all consuming lust. you lean in closer, your lips hovering over his. he whimpers, trying to close the distance, trying to kiss you, but you pull back just enough. you gather a mouthful of spit, and before he can process what you’re doing, you let it drop directly into his waiting mouth. “swallow,” you command.
he does, instantly, without hesitation, his throat working as he obeys. a fresh wave of arousal floods you at his complete surrender. “there y’go, baby,” you hum, and he preens under your praise, a happy, desperate whimper escaping his lips.
you fuck yourself on his cock, chasing your own pleasure, using him for exactly what he is- your perfect, needy toy. the coil in your stomach tightens, the pressure building, your hole clenching around him as you get closer. and then something shifts.
a low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound you’ve never heard from him before. his grip on your hips tighten, becoming almost painful. in a dizzying, fluid motion, he sits up, wrapping his arms around you, and flips you over. suddenly, you’re face down, ass up, the room tilting on its axis. he’s behind you, his weight a comforting, possessive pressure on your back as he nudges your thighs apart.
you feel the sharp, stinging slap of his hand on your ass, and you cry out, the pain blooming into a exquisite pleasure. “so fuckin’ mine,” he slurs, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “all spread out f’me like this, s’that right, honey?”
he drags his cock across your quivering hole, teasing you, coating himself in your slick. “y’thought you were in charge?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. “that’s really fuckin’ cute,” he’s drunk on you, completely lost in the power you’ve given him, and you’ve never been more turned on in your life.
he doesn’t give you a moment to adjust. one hand is tangled in your hair, gripping it just enough to make your scalp tingle, pulling your head back at an angle that exposes the vulnerable line of your neck. he presses his chest against your back, his weight grounding you, and then he’s pushing his cock inside you in one long, brutal thrust.
the sound that tears out of your throat causes his hips to twitch. he’s so deep like this, impossibly deep, his thick cock bullying against that spot that makes your eyes roll back in your head. “y’like that?” he rasps, his voice a low, predatory rumble right against your ear. “like it when i fuck you like this? when i fuckin’ take what’s mine? c’mon, honey, use your words,”
you can only whimper in response, your hands fisting in the sheets. he sets a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against your ass with every thrust, the wet, obscene sounds of your arousal filling the room. he’s so fucking dominant, but there’s a desperation to it, a subby need to please you that makes your head spin. he’s using your body to chase his own pleasure, but his every move is designed to drive you mad.
“god, look at you,” he pants, his grip on your hair tightening as you arch your back, pushing your ass up to meet his thrusts. “so fuckin’ perfect. takin’ my cock so well, yeah?” he brings his hand down again, a sharp, stinging slap on your other cheek. you clench around him, a desperate, involuntary reaction, and he laughs, a low, dark sound. “shit, you liked that, didn’t ya? so sensitive, so fuckin’ responsive f’me.”
he’s teasing you, his words a constant, filthy stream of consciousness. “wanted this for so long,” he admits, his voice cracking with emotion. “so fuckin’ long. i’ve loved you for years. every time you’d wear my shirts, every time you’d fall asleep on my bed... i wanted t’do this. i wanted to bend you over and fuck you- y’know that?”
the confession sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and you preen under his praise, your body humming with satisfaction. he’s fucking you so good, his cock filling you so perfectly, his tip kissing that spot inside you with every thrust. you can feel the pressure building, the coil in your stomach tightening, threatening to snap. “gee,” you whimper, his name a desperate prayer on your lips.
“i know, honey, i know,” he coos, his voice softening slightly, a stark contrast to the brutal way he’s fucking you. “you’re so close, aren’t you? i can feel you gettin’ tighter, squeezin’ my cock... come on, come for me.” his words are your undoing. you snap, a blinding, white hot orgasm ripping through you. you cry out, your body convulsing, your hole clenching around him like a vise. he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic, his rhythm breaking.
“fuck, m’gonna come,” he whines, his voice high and desperate. “oh, fuck, i’m gonna come...”
“stay inside,” you beg, your voice hoarse. “please, gerard, stay inside me...”
he laughs, a breathy, ecstatic sound, and obeys. he buries himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spills himself inside you, a hot, thick flood that fills you up, marking you as his. he stays there for a long moment, his forehead resting against your back, his ragged breaths the only sound in the room.
then, slowly, he pulls out, and before you can even process the loss, he’s flipping you over onto your back. he settles between your legs, his eyes dark and intense as he looks down at you. he’s so gorgeous like this, his cheeks flushed, his hair damp with sweat, his pretty lips puffy and red. he presses back into you, his cock sliding into your come slicked hole with ease, and you both moan at the sensation.
he starts to move again, a slow, deep grind that’s somehow more intimate than the frantic fucking from before. he leans down, laving at your neck with his tongue, biting down gently, just enough to leave a mark. your arms stay around his neck, holding him close, your bodies moving together in a perfect, filthy rhythm. “i love you,” you whisper, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
he stills, his eyes widening. a slow, devastatingly hot smile spreads across his face. “i love you too,” he murmurs, and then he’s kissing you, a deep, passionate kiss that tastes of sweat and desperation and everything you’ve both been holding back for years. it’s a messy, perfect collision of teeth and tongues, and you can feel his smile against your lips.
he starts moving again, his hips rolling in a deep, deliberate rhythm that’s designed to drag out every last drop of pleasure. he’s fucking his come into you, a filthy, intimate act that makes your head spin. the wet, sloppy sounds of your bodies are even louder now, a testament to how thoroughly he’s claimed you. “y’feel that?” he murmurs against your mouth, his voice a low, smug purr. “feel how deep i am? how fuckin’ full you are with my come?”
you can only moan in response, your nails digging into his shoulders. he’s so pretty, his face hovering above yours, his dark hair falling into his eyes, his cheeks flushed with a deep, rosy color. he’s all yours, and the thought is so overwhelming, so intoxicating, that you can feel another orgasm building, slow and deep and powerful.
“you’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he pants, his hips never ceasing their relentless rhythm. “i can’t believe this is real- can’t believe you’re mine.” he leans down, his lips finding your neck again, and he bites down, a sharp, possessive sting that sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your inner thighs. you cry out, your body arching up to meet his, and he takes it as an invitation.
he starts fucking you harder, his thrusts becoming deeper, more demanding, his cock hitting that spot inside you with unerring accuracy. “come for me again,” he commands, his voice a low, dominant growl. “wanna feel ya come all over my cock- feel y’squeeze me.” you shatter again, a blinding, all consuming orgasm that rips through you, leaving you breathless and trembling. you cry out his name, your body convulsing around him, your come mixing with his, a filthy, perfect mess.
he follows you over the edge a moment later, his body going rigid as he spills himself inside you again, a final, desperate pulse that fills you to the brim. he collapses on top of you, his weight a comforting, grounding pressure, his face buried in the crook of your neck. you lie there for a long time, your bodies tangled together, your hearts beating in a frantic, synchronized rhythm.
“i love you,” he whispers, his voice hoarse, his lips brushing against your skin. “i’ve always loved you.”
you smile, a slow, contented curve of your lips. “i love you too, gee.”
he lifts his head, his eyes soft and searching. “yeah?”
“yeah,” you confirm, and he smiles, a real, genuine, blindingly happy smile that makes your heart ache. he leans down and kisses you again, a soft, sweet, perfect kiss that tastes of forever.
he holds you for what feels like an eternity, your bodies tangled together in the warm, sticky aftermath. you’re spooned against him, his chest a solid wall against your back, his arm a heavy weight around your waist. his softening cock is still nestled inside you, an intimate, possessive presence. every so often, he’ll press a soft, sleepy kiss to your shoulder, and you’ll hum contentedly, melting further into him.
but eventually, the pleasant fullness turns to a dull, insistent ache. “gee,” you murmur, your voice raspy. “m’getting sore.”
he tenses, his shyness crashing back over him in a hot wave. “oh, shit- sorry,” he mumbles, his face burning against your neck. he carefully, gently pulls out, and the sudden emptiness makes you whine. he’s on his feet in a second, looking adorably lost and awkward. “don’t- don’t move. i’ll... i’ll be right back.”
you watch him pad over to his small bathroom, his bare ass a cute, pale shape in the dim light. you smile to yourself, your heart doing a stupid little flip. he comes back with a warm, damp rag, his movements hesitant as he kneels on the bed beside you. his eyes are dark, roaming over the mess between your legs, and you can see the conflict there- the desire to fuck you all over again warring with the need to take care of you. he cleans you up with a surprising gentleness, his touch reverent.
“stay here,” he says again, his voice soft. he disappears into his dresser and comes back with a pair of your clean briefs and one of his own t-shirts. he helps you dress, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending little sparks of electricity through you. he pulls the shirt over your head, and it swallows you, smelling faintly of him and laundry detergent. he’s just in his own briefs now, and he stands by the bed, looking uncharacteristically nervous.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, your voice soft.
he shifts his weight, his eyes darting to the corner of the room. “i, uh... i made you somethin’.”
“show me,” you encourage, a warm feeling spreading through your chest.
“okay,” he says, taking a deep breath. “just... wait there.” he turns and almost trips over his own boots, stumbling with a startled yelp. you can’t help but laugh, a bright, happy sound. he points a finger at you in a fake warning. “don’t you laugh at me.”
“i would never,” you giggle, and he smiles, shaking his head as he walks over to his easel, which was hidden in the shadows. he comes back to the bed, a medium sized canvas held carefully in his hands. “okay, close your eyes.”
you do, and you can hear him nervously rambling. “i didn’t have time t’cover it up because you basically live here and i figured you’d see it eventually anyway, and if y’don’t like it, i swear i won’t be offended, i can totally get rid of it, it was probably a stupid idea anyway-”
“gerard,” you interrupt, laughing softly. “jus’ let me see.” he murmurs a soft “fine,” and you open your eyes, and the breath catches in your throat. it’s a painting of you, lying on this very bed, curled on your side, fast asleep. leo is tucked into the curve of your body, a small, black comma against your side, his head resting on your arm. the light in the painting is soft and warm, just like it is now, and the way he’s captured you- the peaceful expression on your face, the messy tangle of your hair- is so intimate, so full of love, it makes your heart ache.
“remember when i took a bunch of photos of you and leo last month?” he asks, his voice quiet and unsure.
you smile at the memory. “i was half asleep- but yeah.”
“yeah,” he says, his gaze fixed on the painting. “it was... it was for this. i just... i wanted t’get it right.” tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision. you gently place the painting on the nightstand and turn back to him, cupping his face in your hands. his eyes widen, and his face flushes a deep, deep crimson as you swing a leg over his lap, straddling him.
“jesus,” he murmurs, his large hands instantly finding your hips, holding on like you’re a dream he’s afraid of waking from.
“i love it,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “i love it so much. and i love you, gerard. so much. i’m so grateful for you.” you lean in, your forehead resting against his. “i’m so sorry i didn’t kiss you sooner. i was so fuckin’ scared i was going to ruin everything.”
“hey,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “you didn’t ruin shit. you fixed everything.” his words are your undoing. you lean in and kiss him, and it’s a deep, soul searing kiss that tastes of salt and unspoken promises. it quickly turns into a steamy, desperate makeout session, his hands roaming your body, yours tangling in his hair. he’s so needy, so desperate for you, his hips rocking up against yours, his cock already hard and straining against the thin fabric of your briefs.
“god,” he pants against your lips. “i wanna fuck you again. so fuckin’ bad, honey, y’gonna let me?”
“what’s stopping you?” you whisper, ready to give him anything. but then you hear it.
a loud, demanding MEOW.
gerard jumps, letting out a string of colorful curses. leo is standing on the bed, staring at you both with his big, jade eyes, his tail twitching with indignation. you just laugh, reaching out to pet him. he immediately starts purring, rubbing his head against your hand, a furry little bodyguard. gerard sighs, dropping his head to your shoulder. “did i just get...”
“cockblocked by leo?” you finish, a grin spreading across your face. “damn right.” you both laugh, the tension breaking.
gerard shifts, maneuvering you both until you’re lying on your sides, facing away from him. he spoons you, his arm wrapping around your waist, and you pull leo into your arms, spooning the small, warm body. gerard’s hand splays across your stomach, and you arch back into him, a perfect, contented fit. leo settles in your arms, his purr a gentle rumble against your chest.
gerard presses a soft, final kiss to the back of your neck. “happy birthday, honey,” he murmurs, his voice a low, happy rumble. and in the warm, quiet darkness, surrounded by the two beings you love most in the world, you’ve never felt more at peace.
Awakened in a war-torn world with only your brother as the last remnant of your people, you find yourself responsible for a ragtag group of kids tasked with saving it. Oh, and an exiled prince won’t stop getting in your way.
Or: you are Aang’s sister, he is the Fire Lord’s disgraced son, and the wind has always had a habit of fanning the flames.
warnings/tags; canon rewrite, slow burn (for real), air nomad culture, grief/mourning, enemies to friends to lovers, heavy angst, explicit themes of war/genocide, spirituality, survivor's guilt, older sister syndrome used as a literary device, reader is a 17yr old mom who works two jobs who loves her kids n never stops, complicated feelings during complicated times, forgiveness.
A/N; please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top, i need you to go read the director's note section on ao3 !!!
⭒ ݁ . READ ON AO3. my full masterlist. gif from this set by avatar-aang.
ACT I: “If We Knew Each Other Back Then, Do You Think We Could’ve Been Friends Too?”
Summary: You and the Gaang (no Katara) decide to have do some experimenting one night after the group finds out you've been "practicing" in your own free time.
Warnings: NSFW, smut, fem!reader, possessive!Zuko, Mastermind!Toph, Toph being a menace, Mastermind!Sokka, Sweet!Aang, Innocent!Aang, orgy, threesome, dominance, voyeurism, breast play, handjobs, bj (face f**k), p in v, p in a, DP, creampie, squirt, eating out, biting, multiple Os, mild hair pulling, improper use of water bending, Zuko/Toph at some point
You are sitting across from Aang in your room at the palace in Ba Sing Se. He passes Zuko a cup of tea on one side, and then one to Sokka on the other. Toph is happily slurping noodles between you and Zuko.
You joined Zuko and Aang at the Earth Kingdom capital to support their ongoing trade route negotiations with King Kuei. After an important but dull day, you all agreed that a night of snacking on delicacies and chatting utter nonsense was in order.
Sokka was happy to provide the nonsense.
The conversation had gone from comparing meals at the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation palaces (Zuko was thoroughly insulted everyone chose the Earth Kingdom food, but he chose to let it go), to space rocks and the possibility of going "up there" (Toph suggested she propels Aang into the upper atmosphere, and he politely declined. Sokka asked if he could go instead, and Toph rudely declined), then to whether a mooselion would win against a platypus bear (there was no clear consensus, and Aang asserted it would be animal cruelty to find out), then back to the food at the palaces, and now to a game of "would you rather?".
It starts out tame.
Then Sokka poses a question that leaves entire room speechless.
You all just sit there, waiting for him to clarify.
He doesn't.
"What?" He cries defensively.
"What kind of question is that?" Toph accuses.
"Yeah, Sokka, that was a bit out of left field" Aang nods, shooting his best friend a concerned glance.
"The boys can't even answer that one!" Toph adds.
"Yes. That felt quite targeted" Zuko nods, his arms firmly crossed over his chest.
Sokka scoffs, "Are you telling me you're not curious?"
You decide to speak up.
"Honestly, I didn’t know if that was possible" you say, eyes darting to the furthest corner of the room.
But Toph knows better.
"She's lying!" she sings.
You shoot her a disapproving look that cannot affect her.
"I said I don’t KNOW if it’s possible. But I guess- I think it could work" you explain, "With enough practice."
Toph's smile widens, her teeth glimmering softly between her lips.
"What kind of practice?" she asks, leaning in until her breast brushes your bare arm. Your breath catches, but you stay still.
"Just... stuff to help it be able to do that" you mumble vaguely, shaking your head in a silent plea for her to stop her questions. She remains oblivious.
"Have you been practicing?" She presses.
The boys lean closer from where they're sitting, curiosity pulling them in.
You look between all their surprised and intrigued stares, then glance back down at Toph's mischievous grin.
You bite your lip.
"Maybe" is all you say.
Toph throws her head back to laugh unrestrained.
"You're full of secrets, ain't ya?" She cackles.
"What have you been practicing?" Aang hazards to ask.
Your blush intensifies and so do their stares.
"I, uh, hm, put stuff in there to stretch it out" you mumble, feeling painfully exposed.
Toph is in stitches.
Sokka clicks his tongue. "Just when you think you know somebody!" He huffs, but his eyes won’t leave you. That look. It gives you a familiar tingle.
"I think it’s a good thing" Zuko says suddenly. You turn to him. "You do?"
His eyes are warm with approval. "Yes" he whispers, "I do."
"I think it’s good to figure out what you like. You know? Experiment" he finishes.
"Have you been experimenting, Fire Flake?" Toph's ribbing finds a new victim.
Zuko let's out a soft strangled noise. "No" he mutters, "Not really."
Toph sighs, heavily. "You know what? Me neither."
You turn to Sokka and Aang; they realise you're waiting for their input.
"I haven't" Aang blurts out, then shrugs, "I don’t even know where to start!"
Sokka purses his lips, "I've done a bit of this, a bit of that."
"This meaning and that being?" Toph prods.
"I face fucked Suki once" he admits, rubbing his neck with an embarrassed grin.
"Oh no, don’t say it like that!" you laugh, but really all you can think about is how much fun Suki must have had.
"Well, I want to do some experimenting" Toph announces. Her hand lands on your knee and stays there.
You blink at it, and notice everyone else is blinking at it too.
Toph smiles. "What? You guys sound like a stampede of komodo rhinos!"
"You want to experiment?" Aang asks.
"Like... right now?" Zuko adds, clearly dumbfounded.
Toph shrugs, "Why not? What else were you dunderheads doing tonight?"
"Sleeping?" Aang offers.
"Yeah, you can do that. This sounds way more fun" Sokka purrs, shuffling closer to you. He doesn't touch you. Not yet.
He just looks at you expectantly.
The idea of Suki gagging on his cock as it hit the back of her throat crosses your mind again.
You can't help but return his smile.
"Zuko, thoughts?" Sokka turns to his friend.
The man is so shocked the iris of his left eye is almost entirely visible.
"I--" he stammers, looking between you and Toph.
Sokka nods encouragingly, "It's good to experiment, right buddy?"
"Right" Zuko mumbles. "And how are we supposed to do that?"
The group exchanges a few shy glances before Sokka says. "I say we just wing it!"
"Wing it?" Aang whines softly, his eyes fixed on Sokka like the other man has an explanation written on his face.
No one moves for some time if only to scratch their necks and brush hair from their faces.
Toph scoffs. "Why don’t I get this show on the road since you yellow-bellies are too busy freaking out to do anything!"
Toph's breast presses harder into your arm. This time you react by turning just enough for your chest to meet hers too.
She smiles. "Why don't I start right here..." she says, cupping your breast in her hand. She lifts it just enough, like she's testing it.
She brushes your already puckered nipple with her thumb, then pinches it.
"What do you think?" Toph whispers in your ear. Your lobe slips between her teeth. She nibbles it gently.
A soft whimper escapes you. "Uuhh, I think that's a good idea" you smile breathily, your head tilting back without permission.
Toph giggles in your ear. "Yeah, I bet you do, Little Experimenter" she mutters, her teeth taking your lobe more harshly.
You gasp and feel her lips press to the delicate skin at the base of your ear. Her hands follow the bow of your neck up to your nape and take a fistful of hair roughly. She yanks your head back to reveal more sensitive skin.
You gasp even louder. "Toph!"
She laughs. "Am I hurting you?" She asks, but her grip only tightens as she plants kisses, steals nibbles, and licks lengths at your neck.
You glance to your side to see Sokka and Aang staring, their expressions blank but eyes tight with concentration and something else.
Toph's hair is obscuring your view of Zuko, but you know he's watching too.
Finally, Sokka's hand finds your breast, giving it a small squeeze. Your hand slinks towards him, landing at the bulge in his trousers to return the squeeze. He moans softly as you knead the firmness there.
Sokka's hand gets ripped away by Toph as she creeps down to your chest. Your robe is pulled aside without ceremony, your breasts for the room to see. They all seem very happy with what they're seeing.
Toph giggles delightedly as she takes one in each hand and presses them to the contours of her face. Nuzzling into them, she licks wildly hoping to find your nipple, and when she does, it disappears into her greedy mouth.
You whine softly as she stimulates you, your grip on Sokka's trousers tightening. He pushes your hand aside to undo them, his cock springing free. You take a moment to admire it, surprised by its thickness. You had stared at it enough through his trousers to have your suspicions. They are now confirmed.
You are particularly taken by the transition of rich caramel to his engorged burgundy tip. You find it beautiful.
You take that sweet shaft in your grasp and brush his length to that burgundy tip. He grunts appreciatively, flashing you a delighted smirk. You're smirking too.
You start to run your hand up and down, making sure not to touch the tip; you don't want him to finish too quickly. His head tilts back with a grunt.
Toph is now at your underwear. She yanks at it, clearly offended by its presence, and you lift yourself just enough that she can rip them off. Her hand feels the pattern of your curls all the way to your centre. You part your legs wider, Sokka helping you keep them open with a hand to your knee. He leans over to get a better look of Toph putting your swollen clit into her mouth. Both you and Sokka let out a gasp, but yours dissolves into a series of moans.
Aang is awestruck for a moment, then moves, crawling to the other side of you. He looks like he wants to say something, do something, but he's too shy. You smile through your moans.
"It's okay, Aang" you whisper. "You can do whatever you want to me. I trust you."
Aang's eyes widen then soften at his newfound permission. He mutters his gratitude like he would thank a spirit, and immediately buries his face into your breasts.
He smiles widely, rubbing his cheeks against their soft yielding flesh, kissing and licking them blissfully.
Zuko hasn't moved. He just sits watching, arms crossed, eyes tight with something you can't read. Apprehension? Curiosity? You can't tell, but you try to signal him with your eyes. He notices but his expression doesn't change.
Your eyes are ripped away when Sokka grabs your face to kiss you. He lips move in rough, demanding smacks, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth. You chuckle against him, surprised and delighted by his excitement.
With your free hand, you finally find your way to Aang's lap. You tap it questioningly.
He answers you by bringing the stiffened ridge in his trousers to your hand. You brush it then bundle it in your palm for a better feel. It's not good enough.
Your mouth still in Sokka's, you search blindly for Aang's waistband. His body leaves your hand just long enough to return bare. You gasp.
So soft, and firm, and warm. So warm. You can't help but smile. You start at his base, and start working your way up, and when you think you've found the end of it, you are surprised to feel it keeps going. So long.
You rip away from Sokka to finally look at what you have in your hand.
"Oh, oh" you mumble, "oh wow!"
"What?" Aang asks, suddenly embarrassed.
You smile at him. "You're... really big" you breathe, having to move your entire arm just to pump him base to tip.
He blushes. "Is that a good thing?"
You nod, wetting your lips.
Toph lifts her head from between your legs.
"Twinkle Toes is big? Let me feel it" she abandons you to reach out for Aang's juddering cock.
You move your hand aside to let her assess your claims. She gasps, stacking her hands over each other and finding that Aang's head still peaks through over her palm.
"Whoa Twinkle Toes, who knew such a tenderfoot could be packing something this big."
"Tenderfoot?" Aang huffs, but his objection turns into a moan when Toph starts stuffing him into her mouth. She seems to be trying to fit him all in there.
Zuko moves now, coming to stand over the indecent scene. He hesitates for a moment, then puts a hand on Toph's shoulder, dragging her away from her exploration of Aang.
"Hey, what's the big--" she gasps.
"Get her ready for me" he whispers, his face hovering in front of Toph's. His voice is quietly commanding in a way that makes you and Toph shudder excitedly.
She smiles and nods. "Sure thing, Fire Lord."
She's back between your legs now, Aang back in your hand, and Zuko in your face.
You stare up at him. Sokka and Aang demand nothing from your hands, they're too busy staring at Zuko too. All of you are wondering what he's going to do.
He seems very serious until a small smirk breaks his frown. He reaches for the ties at his waistband and undoes them easily. With a quick tug, his cock is free. You can't believe it.
"Are you three just smuggling sausages all day?" You blurt.
The room erupts in laughter, Toph the loudest of all.
Zuko's laughter subsides first, his golden eyes intently staring into your face. He takes your chin in his hand, brushing you lower lip aside with his thumb. Your mouth parts to let out a moan after Toph does something particularly stimulating with her tongue. He glances over his shoulder and smiles.
"May I?" He asks.
"May you what?" You mumble, whimpering when Toph does that thing again.
"Put it in here?" he clarifies softly, his thumb trailing your bottom lip down.
You nod, opening your mouth as wide as you think it needs to be for him. His cock comes to your parted lips. You miscalculated.
You force your mouth wider until he can finally enter. He keeps it shallow, mostly running his head on the tip of your tongue. His precum is sweet and salty all at once. You swirl yout tongue around his tip like a candy, lips smacking every time you wrap around him tight and let go with a pop.
He moans, his hips moving mindlessly to the rhythm of your talented mouth. His hand in the hair at your crown, working himself in and out of your slurping mouth.
"Hey, Fire Flake?" Toph says suddenly.
"Hm?" He hums, still pumping at your lips.
"Let's switch places. I think she's ready for something bigger than my fingers" you can hear the smile in her voice.
Zuko flashes you a hungry glare as his cock slides out of your mouth. It glistens in the low light, twitching restlessly for what comes next.
Toph appears at his side, her smile unstoppable. Zuko takes her chin in his hand and tastes that wet smile. Now he has that same smile on his face.
"Wow. You're delicious" he says, giving you an admiring smirk.
You blush. "Glad you think so."
Toph elbows him aside, bringing her face to yours. "Want a taste?" She asks, a hand on either one of your ruddy cheeks.
You nod, and she presses her lips to yours. They're flavourful alright. She uses her tongue in your mouth much like she did with your pussy, and pulls away.
"Delicious, right?" she cackles, lifting her body high above yours. Strings of sultriness adorn her inner thighs like dewy webs of desire. You watch as she brings her dripping cunt closer to your mouth. You inhale deeply. You can practically taste her.
Your hands let go of Sokka and Aang, much to their dismay, but you're too focused on Toph.
You cup her ass and force her forwards. Your lips meet, and you moan as the sweet brine between her legs meets your eager tongue.
She whimpers, then hunches forward, grinding herself hard against your restless tongue as it twists and turns every which way. You suckle her clit. This earns you a high-pitched whine. You didn't know Toph could sound like that.
You feel two unbearably warm hands on either knee, and Zuko's body fill that space. He is at your entrance now, and working his way in.
"Toph, I thought you said she was ready for something bigger?" Zuko grunts, his dick pushing against your walls as you try to accommodate him.
Toph scoffs. "I did! It's not my fault you're so big."
Zuko continues to make his way inside you.
Sokka clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "Don't look so smug about it."
"What?" You hear Zuko say breathily. "It's an honour."
"Oh yeah, we know how much that means to you" Sokka teases, rolling his eyes.
Your hands are filled again with the feeling of a thrumming cock in each one. Sokka and Aang work with you since your hands keep getting distracted by all that’s happening. Toph at your lips, Zuko at your hips, Sokka and Aang kissing you, touching you, and guiding your hands at entirely different rhythms. You are so overwhelmed you fear you might pass out.
You can feel it now, the gentle tip to the edge of climax. You let Toph use your face while you focus all your energy at the pool of cool heat where Zuko's cock keeps stirring.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and just like that, you're gone. You writhe with every wave of your orgasm. Toph leaves your mouth just to let the group listen to the joyful moans and whimpers that escape at the same rhythm as your contractions.
This combination is enough to bring Zuko over the edge with you. He throws his head back, letting out a prolonged moan as he empties himself inside your still pulsing walls. He buries himself deep, panting, collapsing into Toph for support as he gives in to every wave of his rapture.
Toph giggles, twisting round to give Zuko's sweaty head a reassuring pat.
"Good job, Fire Flake" she coos, still laughing.
Aang and Sokka join in the laughter, sitting back to give you a break so you can recuperate.
Toph is not so kind. She's on the move, shoving Zuko aside to settle between your thighs.
You stare at her, wondering where this is going. Then her tongue runs the length of your opening hungrily.
Your cry out, your sensitive clit protesting in painful pleasure at her prodding tongue.
The entire group sits in stunned silence, just watching her eat Zuko's gift as it leaks out of you and into her mouth. She even uses her fingers, reaching in to help herself to his deposit.
She pulls away eventually, sucking on her fingers like she had just eaten a tasty morsel.
The group glance at each other.
"Wow, Toph, I didn’t know you were so... naughty" Sokka smirks, clearly impressed.
Toph guffaws. "Really? You're surprised that I'm naughty?"
Aang chuckles. "I guess that part isn't the surprise!"
"Yeah..." Zuko mutters, his eyes never leaving the woman as she rises from between your legs. Toph stands, hips akimbo, her naked body unashamedly on display.
She grins. "So, who's next?"
You turn to Aang and Sokka, who sit on either side of you, the only movement their cocks twitching with anticipation.
Aang is too polite to say he wants it to be his turn, and Sokka is too courteous to his best friend to take what he wants. They are stuck at a stalemate.
Toph groans. "I should have known better-- you know what, Sokka, get over here and fuck me. Aang, she's all yours!"
"No" Zuko says decisively.
Toph frowns. "No what?"
"No, it’s my turn" he replies, taking her arm like it belonged to him.
She frowns harder. "You just had your turn!"
"Not with you" he says quietly.
He leans closer, his hand wandering the length of her body. You see him brush the hair at her crotch with an insistent finger. Toph's eyes and mouth widen.
"Oh well, when you put it that way" she mutters, gearing to say more. Zuko silences her with a kiss. You watch them fight for dominance, their mouths desperate to prove who wants the other more.
Your eyes are torn away when Sokka's dick arrives at your periphery.
"Yes?" You mumble. "Can I help you?"
"Eh, I think we can help each other" he smirks, his body bending forward so your eyes are level.
"What do you want?" He whispers, brushing a damp hair from your sticky forehead.
The image of Suki flashes again. You know exactly what you want.
"Face fuck" you gasp softly, your lips parting. Sokka smiles.
"And what about me?" You hear Aang whinge.
"She has two ends" Sokka replies matter-of-factly. "Don't you, honey?" He purrs, taking your chin in his hand. He guides you onto your knees and then down on all fours.
You turn to Aang with a warm look, arching your back in invitation. Aang's eyes are fixed right there, in the gently parted folds between your legs.
He shifts closer, guiding himself to the site his eyes refuse to leave. He arrives with a slight pressure, and then it grows. His is slightly thinner than Zuko's but he makes up for it in length. He is at the soft cushion of your cervix with little effort, and you know there's a lot of him left. You silently pray to the spirits you'll be able to fulfil your wish of taking him all in.
Sokka jerks your head back to him. He looks mildly annoyed. You assume it’s because everyone else has been getting so much attention. But he was what you were looking forward to the most.
You unhinge your jaw and roll you tongue out like a welcome mat. Sokka seems surprised by your excitement, but also glad his is being reciprocated. He strokes your cheek affectionately, bringing himself to your lips. He turns it into a game, seeing if he can get himself in there without hands. You laugh chasing after his hovering dick with your tongue still out.
Finally, you make contact. He wastes no time getting to the back of your throat. There it is. Your eyes roll back again as he grazes your uvula. You can't help but moan. And then you moan louder as Aang's movements grow faster. It seems he doesn't want to be forgotten.
Your roll your hips, using the undulations to spur him on. He is fucking you hard now, his hips slapping into your buttocks. He grips one tight like it might anchor him as he gets lost in the sensation of your sweet, raw pussy doing its best to handle his incredible length.
Sokka is doing something similar in your mouth, his hands firmly gripping your hair as he keeps hitting the back of your throat.
You lurch forward, heaving with a gag. Both of them tense, worried they might have hurt you. But your back stays arched, your mouth gaping wide. Sokka smiles, rewarding you with a lingering thrust to the back of your throat. You smile around his cock, happily gagging while your hips work Aang deeper.
Then Sokka withdraws, leaving your mouth empty and ajar.
His hand rests on his chin; he seems to be thinking deeply about something.
"You said you've been stretching?" he drawls the word as if to demonstrate its meaning.
You blink, suddenly shy, but you nod your confirmation.
"Do you think you could... take us both?" He whispers, his blue eyes intently on yours.
Still blinking, still shy, you nod harder.
Aang is still now, curious what is being discussed and what comes next. He hopes it’s him.
Your little discussion is interrupted by a sharp cry from Toph. You all turn to see her pinned with her legs high above her head, Zuko's entire weight keeping her where she is. His hips relentless in their pursuit of her orgasm that she seemingly refuses to give into.
Toph must have noticed the attention, because she tilts her head towards you. Zuko stops moving when he realises everyone's eyes are on him.
"Hey, don't let us interrupt you" Toph says breathily, her nails biting into Zuko's buttocks. He takes this as his cue to go back to what he was doing.
Sokka can't seem to stop watching. He has to physically shake himself to snap out of his Toph-getting-fucked-to-an-inch-of-her-life-by-Zuko trance.
"Where were we... oh yeah" Sokka snaps his finger. "Stretching! So, do you think you could take us both?"
"Take us both where, Sokka? Somewhere else? Like a different room?" Aang asks, glancing at Toph and Zuko. He definitely doesn't want to leave.
You and Sokka smile at each other.
"He is so precious" you coo.
"The preciousest" Sokka nods, looking at his wholesome friend affectionately.
"No, Aang, I mean taking us in one hole each" Sokka explains, letting you rise from leaning on your hands. You rub your wrists; you hadn't even realised how sore they were.
You turn to see Aang's brows had risen high on his forehead. If he had a hairline, they would probably be touching it.
He stammers. "Take one each? Like at the same time?" He blinks. "Is that possible?"
"Yeah, with enough practice" you laugh.
"And guess who's been practicing?" Sokka wags his brows.
He turns to you. "Would you like that? Both of us. At the same time" the words clearly titillating him. And to you too.
You nod too enthusiastically. "A lot."
"Okay" he whispers with a smirk. "Where would you like me?"
You eye his thick cock, and you know the answer immediately.
"Uh, I'll have you at the front. Aang should go to the back" you nod nervously.
Sokka chuckles. "That's fair" he shrugs.
You sit back onto your haunches, and Aang and Sokka press themselves close, trapping you between their broad muscular shoulders. You're a willing hostage.
They take turns kissing you and your body; when your mouth is with one, the other is elsewhere. Your kissing party is only interrupted by Toph howling as she reaches her climax. Zuko grunts, the skin at his back ripped to shreds by Toph short but surprisingly sharp nails.
"So noisy" Zuko chides gently.
Toph's fist finds his face. "Can it, Fire Lord."
He grunts, rubbing his aching jaw. "Apologies."
"Quit apologising and get back to work. I want some of your come too" Toph demands. They wrestle to switch positions, Zuko flipping Toph over and grinding into her buttocks. She moans and giggles joyfully.
You and Sokka blink at each other, then return to what you were doing.
You both glance at Aang, who looks even more nervous now. You give him a reassuring kiss.
"How do we do this?" He mutters, trying to smile despite his nerves.
"Do we have any lubricant?" Sokka asks.
You groan. "No... I was supposed to get more" you wince.
"More? How much have you been using?" Sokka gasps, laughing at the absurdity. You shove him playfully, "It's better to use more than you need than too little."
"Fine, fine, you're the expert! I'll take your word for it" he throws his hands up. Then gets very serious. "But what can we do about it now?"
Aang hums thoughtfully. "I think I have an idea. Just tell me what I need to do!"
"You need to warm me up with a finger or two, then work up to taking your..." you explain, brushing the tip of his leaking cock with your finger.
"But make sure your fingers are nice and wet first, we don't want to hurt her" Sokka says the last part gently, pressing a kiss to your crown.
Aang nods. He lifts two fingers and brings them to your lips.
"Get your mouth real wet for me" he instructs. You start pooling saliva in the well beneath your tongue, trying you best not to swallow.
"Open up" he whispers. You do as you are told, feeling it spill and dribble from your lips. And then, the trickle stops. It begins to gather, forming a slick bubble over his fingers.
Sokka whistles. "That’s probably the most impressive use of water bending I've ever seen."
"Sokka, you've seen you sister part an ocean" you point out.
"Yeah, but I'm about to see Aang part something even better" he winks.
Aang chuckles, clearly embarrassed but flattered. He holds his fingers up to you. "Is this enough?"
You shake your head. "No" you say sadly.
He frowns, but Sokka smiles.
"Hey, there's more down here" he says, pointing. A thick line of wet drools down your thighs.
You nod, opening your legs wider. That will do.
Aang motions for the slick trail to come towards him. It tickles as it leaves you. The bubble grows, swimming with all your juices. He holds it out for your inspection, and you approve.
He smiles proudly.
You bend over, lifting your ass high above you. Sokka joins Aang to share the view. He whistles but says nothing more, just admiring the sight.
You tilt your head back to watch Aang bring his fingers closer to your spread cheeks, and before you can give further instruction, you feel the cool tickle of that bubble seeping into you.
You gasp as he uses his bending to spread the fluids deep inside you. The sensation is as tantalising as it is foreign. You lean into it, but it’s not enough. You want more.
"Finger" you demand quietly.
Sokka nods. "Do as the lady says!"
"Aye aye!" Aang salutes.
The tip of one of his fingers tests you now dripping hole. You push against it like you learned to do after months of playing with the beads you got from that merchant at the night bazaar. You couldn't have known at the time that this is what you were preparing for.
Aang hesitates, then slowly slips his finger in, stopping when his fingertip is inside you. You smile over your shoulder as your hips move in a way that insists he goes deeper.
And he does. Despite his inexperience, he expertly enters and retreats, giving you time to adjust to his first finger. He nods, then pulls his finger away entirely. His first is joined by a second.
Sokka watches him wet another finger with juices from your leaking cunt, and brings it to your puckered hole again.
You whimper softly at the increased pressure.
Again, he goes in and out at just the right rhythm, letting you adjust, and then he begins his exploration. He presses and twist like he is trying to map you from the inside. You cry out when he pushes against the sensitive wall between your holes.
"Wider" Sokka says quietly, and Aang separates his fingers to scissor you open. You shudder at the sensation, you breath catching in your throat as you feel yourself spread open for the two men to see.
And now, hopefully, feel.
Aang repeats his collection of fluid, this time bringing it to his pining penis. He brings himself right at your entrance where he stops. He spasms but does not move.
He leans over and you move to meet his lips.
"You'll tell me if I'm hurting you, right?" Aang asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You nod against his lips.
"Uh huh" you reach back to caress his cheek. "I trust you."
Your reminder soothes his nerves instantly. He looks you in the eyes with those shimmering silver ones and leans back to align himself with you. You never break eye contact as he, slowly, makes his way into your practiced hole.
You grit your teeth, trying not to make a noise that might startle Aang.
This was nothing like you expected; nothing like the smooth glass beads you spent hours working your way through when you were alone in the night.
No. Aang is wider, longer, his soft skin creating an expected friction that keeps catching your walls in ways that takes your breath away. You're left panting and mewling by the time he meets any resistance. You reach back to feel the place where your bodies meet. There's still so much of him left, but you don't push it. Not yet. When it comes to this, slow and steady is the only way.
You glance at Aang. He is entirely still, waiting. Waiting for you.
You smile and nod, and shift just enough that you feel his cock pull at the delicate walls of your ass. Your lip between your teeth, you bite down painfully as you move again. This prompts him to start his own movements. He starts slow, then jerks a little too enthusiastically. You cry sharply, tensing away from him.
"Sorry" he says.
"It's okay" you pant, "I think we need a little more lubrication"
Your mouth is particularly dry now.
Luckily, Sokka is happy to oblige. He leans over Aang's cock at your ass and dribbles where you're united.
Aang grimaces but forces a smile anyways.
"Thanks, Sokka" he says in a tight voice.
"You're welcome, buddy" Sokka beams.
You chuckle with a head shake, then feel the added moisture bend into your body. You are never going to get used to that.
You watch Aang over your shoulder, and steadily, he works in and out of you. You feel yourself gradually loosen around him, until there is no friction, only the sweet slip of his cock through your ass.
You're ready. You want more.
You turn to smile at Sokka. He doesn't notice you for a moment, his eyes too fixated on watching Aang work your ass. You clear your throat, snapping him out of his reverie.
"Uh, can I help you?" He smirks.
You giggle. "I think we can help each other" you roll your eyes. You curl you finger at him, coaxing him over.
"Come here, you big hunk" you purr.
"Oh" he flusters, "big hunk, huh? How can I refuse now" he huffs, coming closer.
He lands in front of you, his bouncing cock only inches from your face. You smile at him, then you lift a brow.
"Sokka, are you nervous?" You gasp.
He grumbles, clearly offended. "Not nervous" he bluffs, "I'm not nervous."
You chuckle. "It's okay, Mr. Not-Nervous, come be not nervous inside me" you smile dazedly.
Sokka's features soften. He leans closer.
"You're awesome" he whispers, giving you a quick kiss before turning to Aang.
"Right, it's time" he nods to his friend.
Aang halts his movements. "Time for what?" He mutters absent mindedly.
"For me to join the party" Sokka grins.
Aang nods, and you smile at him encouragingly. You lean back, guiding his hands under your knees. He hoists you up, his cock still inside of you. The sensation makes you whimper.
Sokka comes closer and gives you a kiss. He glances down at your spread cunt, wetting his lips in anticipation.
"Is everybody ready?" He asks.
"Yeah, we're ready" Toph chimes. You all turn to her in Zuko's arms. They're very still now. Zuko's eyes trained on your little threesome. Toph's foot on the ground, occasionally tapping as she senses the way your bodies fit together.
You feel nervous for the first time.
You kiss Sokka for reassurance. He returns it, this time his lips are soft and careful.
You pull back and look into his blue eyes.
"I'm ready" you whisper.
The room grows quiet. Quiet enough to hear the gentle flickering of the lamps.
With one deep breath. You pull Sokka closer.
He comes to your entrance. One more kiss.
And pushes in.
At first, it's sore. You tense immediately, groaning despite yourself. Sokka readies to pull out that instant, but you cling onto him.
"No! I just need a second! Please" you beg, "Don't stop."
You want this so badly. You would sob if it ended now.
Sokka pauses, brushing a hair from your cheek.
Aang adjusts his hold of your legs, spreading them further apart.
With a deep breath, Sokka keeps going.
Oh, the fullness. The pressure. The delicious sting as you spread wider and wider, getting stuffed with his length.
You surrender to it, letting go of all your walls and inhibitions.
Sokka finally stops.
There he is.
He is completely inside you.
The only sound for some time is all of you panting as you try to adjust to the new physical and psychological changes.
You finally open your eyes to glance at your lovers. Aang's eyes flutter with disbelief; Sokka looks like he just made a new invention. You glimpse at Toph and Zuko who have not moved. Their eyes blown wide, Toph's foot still tapping.
You laugh, your body contracting around the cocks inside of you.
"Everyone's so serious" you tease.
"Yeah, seriously shocked!" Sokka huffs, taking your chin to look into your face. All he can see is desire; a quiet readiness for this to devolve into something even more debaucherous.
You do it. You roll your hips.
All three of you gasp, gripping each other tighter. Before anyone can gather their thoughts, you do it again. You hunch into Sokka then arch back into Aang. The two men grunt and whimper respectively, and you shudder with pleasure.
With enough goading from you, they're start to move. It’s so awkward, three separate bodies so connected trying to find a single rhythm. A lot of missed beats, slips, and jolts. It’s so messy.
But, eventually, Aang grows still and lets Sokka do the work. His cock sliding along your walls stimulating Aang through the thin barrier that keeps them separated. You moan to the rhythm of every thrust.
Then Aang gets bored, or bold, or both.
He lifts you up just enough and brings you back down onto him. Your eyes shoot open. You glance up at him. He is waiting for your approval. You give it to him by pressing into him harder.
He responds by lifting you and bringing you down, harder. You bob helplessly, letting your body be used by these two men as they work their way into you together.
They really are a team now.
In your haze, you take the time to check on your audience.
Zuko has his arms wrapped tight around Toph, their bodies jerking steadily. Zuko fucking her from the back. Her head tilted against his cheek, her bun falling apart over his face. His eyes trained on the scene in front of him as he bites down on her shoulder.
You give him a dazed smile, and he returns it. It’s the same one he gave you when he said experimenting was good. Warm and approving.
Aang is adding a thrust now, and Sokka is matching it perfectly. Each slip and slide in and out of you pulling at your senses. It feels so good it’s almost nauseating.
There it is. You can feel the edge again. You're so close you fear that the next pump might be the thing that breaks you. You plead silently for this moment to last.
Sokka brushes a tear from your cheek. He knows you’re not sad, at least, not about this.
You take his face in your hands, staring hard into his blue eyes as you ride the first wave of your orgasm.
Aang breath hitches as you tighten around him, Sokka pressing himself in and staying there. He wants to feel it. Wants to feel what a good job he did.
Your head tossing, your voice breaking, your leg quivering. The sound of your moans echoing around the room like a hedonistic symphony.
Your body trying hard to press closed around the lengths filling you, and helpless to do so.
You are left dizzy and breathless by the end of it, shuddering with the aftershock of the best orgasm you've ever had.
It takes you a moment to come to, opening your eyes to find Sokka smiling down at you. He is clearly proud of his work.
You reach for his cheek, caressing its dewy skin.
You wet your lips, "Finish" is all you can mutter.
Sokka's brows rise. "No, no, that’s alright, we don’t have to" he shakes his head. "Right, Aang?"
Aang stares at his friend, realisation slow to hit him. He too shakes his head.
"Yeah, yeah, we don't have to--"
"I want you to" you cry, clinging onto them harder. "Please!"
Aang and Sokka make eye contact, eyes switching until they come to a silent agreement. They nod once, and their hips thrust, together.
You try not to shriek as your painfully sensitive holes are met again with movement. You bite down hard on your lip and bare it, working past the sting and right back to unadulterated pleasure.
Your moans are now deep groans, your whimpers sharp cries. Every thrust pulling your mind apart, until the only thing you know is the sensation of your friends' cocks using your body to reach ecstasy.
Sokka gives a sharp grunt from deep within. He starts emptying himself deep inside you. You stare at each other hard, his eyes fighting to stay open so he can watch you watch him come undone. For that moment, you are the only thing that exists to him.
His orgasm ends with a rattle, his legs giving in. Aang fights to keep himself upright under your collective weight as Sokka is left barely breathing at your neck.
You can't help but laugh, nudging him gently once his breath is more even.
"Everything alright?" You ask, smiling down at him.
He grunts, and swallows, then hobbles back onto his knees. His eyes can't seem to focus, his pupils blown wide.
"Yup. Alright" is all he can mutter, to exhausted and ecstatic to say anything clever.
Now that just leaves one.
The person who has proven themselves to be truly the most patient in the group.
You toss your head back to look at Aang. He is smiling sweetly, his entire head from chin to crown a gorgeous shade of pink.
You kiss each other, a soft, graceful thing. The most restrained and respectful kiss you received that night, while his cock is still inside your ass.
You arch your back, and try to lean forwards, but Aang gently holds you where you are.
"I want you to stay close" he whispers in your ear, pecking your cheek.
"Okay" you smile, reaching your hand back to caress his head. Your fingers run frictionless where there is no hair and only sweat.
He starts again, nice and slow, his length travelling through you. Your wish of taking all of him fulfilled. You work with him, trying to match his movements. Your legs want to give out, your back keeps locking, but still you persist. For Aang. For this sweet man.
He seems to appreciate your efforts but recognises your exhaustion.
He leaves you, and your turn to protest but he just nudges you gently.
"On your back" he whispers, crawling onto you as you lay down.
Another delicate kiss, and he is back inside your ass.
You push hard against him with your walls like you're trying to get him out when all you want is for him to stay exactly where he is.
He stares down at you, utterly besotted. He reaches to caress your cheek but you recoil.
"Nuh uh, not that hand" you remind him.
He chuckles, putting the offensive hand away to touch you with the other.
He mumbles an apology, then focuses.
His hips pick up in rhythm, pulling out and pushing in insistently. He starts off slow, but quickly picks up pace.
Your hands fly to his abs, raking the muscles there as you watch them tense with every thrust.
You moan, he grunts.
He looks down at the vision in front of him, and you feel his thumb at your clit. You cry out as he works small circles right there, perfectly matching his ardent hips.
Your head tilts in lustful abandon, your hands gripping onto him desperately.
You watch each other through the haze of desire.
It is just you two.
And then you feel it. Again. It's going to happen. Again.
You curse as a violent orgasm ripples through you. In your ecstasy you hear Aang gasp, and your buttocks grow very wet.
Aang's body tenses just as brutally as he is taken by his own climax, his voice pitching higher as he cries, his body falling forwards. He can barely catch himself as he finishes emptying himself with a final shudder.
Your breaths mingle between you as you pant in astonishment at what had just happened.
"I didn't know you were a water bender" he gasps, chuckling.
"But I'm no-- oh" you join his laughter. "I guess some part of me is" you shrug.
Aang lifts his head to greet an approaching Sokka, who hands him a cloth.
"Have fun, buddy?" He asks the man, and Aang nods enthusiastically despite his fatigue.
Sokka's warm eyes turn to you and Aang finally lifts himself off. He takes your sweaty, limp body into his arms and presses kisses to your forehead.
"You were amazing" he whispered in your ear. "Sorry, you are amazing" he corrects, his final kiss to your cracked lips.
You giggle in his arms, and he holds you until your body finally settles.
You glance around the room to find Toph and Zuko are similarly cuddling, Toph looking very small and content in Zuko's giant arms. You know how much she likes muscular men.
Aang approaches with a glass of water, and you happily accept it. You tip it back so far its pours down your chest.
You let Aang wipe you down, before letting Sokka drag you back in for a cuddle. You settle into his chest, and Aang crawls into your arms.
You are sandwiched again between these two gorgeous men, the happiest hostage.
Your close your eyes and revel in the sensation.
Sokka chuckles.
"What?" You ask, tilting your head to look at him.
"Those two seem to like each other" Sokka says, tipping his chin to Toph and Zuko.
Sure enough, they are kissing again, Zuko trying to keep it tame despite Toph's feral movements. Where does she find the energy?
You giggle. "Yeah. I guess they do."
You sit in silence, watching the Fire Lord wrestle the world's greatest earth bender with his mouth alone.
Then Sokka pulls you closer.
"Did you have fun?" He asks.
You tilt back again to look at him, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.
"Yes, I did" you whisper. "Best experiment ever."
He chuckles. "Yeah. You're right. Best sexperiment ever" he wags his brow.
If you made it this far, thank you so so much for reading! I have more ideas for smut, so if you're interested in that let me know! I'll reblog the options!
I hope you had as much fun reading this as I did writing it ⊹₊ ⋆
