jason todd can never fuck you without seeing your face.
he works himself up just to lean himself all the way over, breaking his neck just to kiss you. ignoring how his bones ached in protest and his hips bucked.
at first you think he’s just being sweet, not letting you suck him off because he wants you closer, or making you lay on your back instead of your stomach. his eyes watching yours and trailing across your face as though it was all he needed.
even when you closed your eyes, basked in the feeling of him and tried to get used to the stretch. jason didn’t even need words when they failed you, instead he read your face. felt how you tensed and your hands grabbed at his back. he cooed a response out of you.
“that feel good ma?” rasping with difficulty as you gasped softly. then you nodded and he cupped your cheek, voice soft as feathers as he spoke to you. “can you tell me how it feels?”
a shudder runs through you as he shifts his hips just barely. “good. it feels really, really good.”
then he smiles and rolls onto his back, pulling you into his lap as he did it. you sink back onto him so easily this time, sighing in unison as he seated himself fully inside. his hands fell to your ass, taking cupfuls as you fluttered your lashes at him when he began moving you. slowly at first but quickly his movements grew more frantic as the sounds rumbled from his chest and echoed through your skin, penetrating your thoughts in the same way he did your body.
jason loves to watch you lost yourself in it, seeing the hunger grow from your shyness and fucks you til you’re begging him for more. because you are as insatiable as he is and even more is never enough.
after he coaxes you through an orgasm and stares through half lidded eyes, you try changing the position yourself. though you fail, collapsing onto his chest and begging for more with that hoarse tone in your voice that told him you were exhausted.
jason could never deny his sweet girlfriend from his touch could he?
pulling off his lap, he moved to situate himself over you once again. pulling out just for a moment while you flop onto your stomach, sighing into the pillow dreamily. he blinks as he hovers over you, hand grazing your side as he says your name. swallowing thickly as the sight of you arching for him, stomach flat on the mattress as you pulled your arms under the pillow, burying your face into it and got more comfortable.
jason breathes heavier as he rasps. “i wanna see your face too princess, come on.”
though you only hum and murmur something that sounded like ‘mm too tired’. jason snakes his arm under your chest and pulls you up by your throat, not enough to hurt, but just enough to coax. your hand slides behind you, guiding his throbbing length through your puffy folds before sinking back onto him. sucking him in and moaning as you arch your back further. jason nearly chokes on his spit and pulls your face towards him, craning his neck just to kiss you even as you start to fold in on yourself when he picks up the pace.
the sound of his skin on yours is obscene, the pace he keeps is relentless. his eyes watch your shut ones as pushed you into another orgasm and reach your peak with a whimper. jason swallows the sweet sound from between your lips and lets your hands weakly tug at his hair at the crown of his neck more harshly than you’d intended.
the pain doesn’t bother him then. if anything, the sting reminds him you’re still there.
when you’re limp against him, shuddering from the feeling, he lets you gently onto the sheets. jason manhandles you onto your back again, fucking you right as you’re blissed out on him, humming with his name on your tender lips from how hard he’d been kissing you from behind. he’s rougher with you now that he can see your face fully again. that was exactly what he needed to tip over the edge. he moans your name out broken, dark hair sticking to his forehead as his perfect heterochromic eyes bore into your glazed ones.
“you’re so perfect ma,” he whimpers gorgeously. “god, you’re so beautiful.”
though the fucked out grin you gave him made him sputter and groan. hips stuttering as he gave powerful thrusts into you and let go, painting your walls a milky white you could practically taste. even then his eyes are open, arms braced by your head so he didn’t crush you with his weight and also to continue to see your face as your mouth gaped open in a silent moan. tongue touching the tip of your top teeth before you giggled at him weakly. grazing your fingernails up his back as he shudders again and continues to thrust into you like he couldn’t resist, not when he’s got you under him like this.
you have to pull him to lay all the way down so he is laying over you, his weight like a heavy blanket that could lull you to sleep. dick so good it sends you into full rem quickly.
though when you wake up in the morning, jason’s laying on his side, his hand draped over your waist as your leg hung over his. and his eyes were set right on yours, lips ready to say your name like it had taken permanent residence on his tongue.
not proofread! im fighting demons so mb for not updating regularly lmao :p
ㅤㅤㅤSEXADDICT!SANTA!SATORU who dresses up like a sweet Santa and hops around all day with a big smile and boundless energy, annoying entertaining the kids and cracking one too many “I’m not dad; I’m Santa!” jokes that make you all cringe in unison. But he’s so sweet, you’ve just got to forgive his cringe-mas spirit.
He’s a bright-eyed Jack Frost nipping at your nose (quite literally), utilizing his tallness to hang decorations, and cookie-making with his kids like it’s an extreme sport that must be done with incredible care and attention to detail. He’s even written up a list of rules for the guests... 2. must wear their ugliest christmas sweaters... or their gifts are mine.
Christmas is serious business to him.
He plans it out very carefully. He has a to-do list.
Which you’re on, too, by the way. At the very top.
Alright, so he’s also been secretly fucking you on-off all day. Giving you coal in your stocking. If you know what I mean.
Of course, there’s never enough time to reach his climax, so he’s just rubbing his frustrated cock against your soft ass in the kitchen while the kids are distractedly squabbling around the Christmas tree in the living room.
Satoru’s warm hands slip up your sweater, teasing at your pert nipples, his lips nipping at your ear. He’s growling low and crisply against the side of your blushing face about how irresistable you look in your ugly christmas sweater. “Baby, you look too good... I could just unwrap you right here, right now... take a peek at my favorite gift... the gift of... boooooooobies... what? Whaaat? I may be cringe, but you still want my candy cane... so...”
He’s hurrying off with you to the hallway guest bathroom for an unsatisfyingly cut-short quickie—slipping into your gushing pussy as you invitingly spread your folds open for him.
Satoru Santa’s hotly moaning into your hair like he's just felt heaven—
“mmm, squeezing me so tight, Mrs. Claus, I m-might just have t’ give you a white christmas... put another baby in you... reclaim what’s mine... what? Whaaat? Ha-ha...haaah... you want it just as badly as I do, don’t you? Want me to put a baby in you again?” he sighs, fawning over how you feel, how you look; the pleading look in your glossy eyes as you wiggle your hips back to take your husband balls deep.
He’s pressing lovesick kisses to the back of your neck while he fucks you from behind like this, two hands on your breasts never letting go only squeezing tighter the closer he gets.
Rutting into your hot, warm pussy until he’s desperately pulsing for release, thrusts becoming sloppier and rhythm faltering—“Baby, so pretty when you cum... let me feel you melt around m-me just one more t-time and I’ll fill you up so good... haaah, uh-huuuuuuh—I’ll cum so deep inside you... hnnn...” his Santa hat with the bell jingles with every thrust into you. Just when he starts hitting the right spot, when he gets so comfortable inside you, and you moan out quiet whispers for him to give you his babies...
Suddenly the moment is completely interrupted.
“MOOOM. DAAAD. YUJI IS EATING THE COOKIES.”
Satoru halts, face buried in the soft heaven of your hair, and he blinks the sweat out of his eyes which were just fluttering shut a moment ago when he felt his orgasm threatening to spill out.
He pouts. This grown-ass man, balls deep in you, pouts.
“Wha—those cookies are for me!”
“No, they’re for Santa.”
“Yeah, duh—who do you think is balls deep in you right now—nononononono I’m sorry I’m just joking lemme finiiiiiiish—” too late, he cringed you right off his candy cane.
You push a finger into Satoru's chest, his neck looking deliciously marked with your holly-red lipstick under that fuzzy collar.
“Looks like Santa's just gonna have to wait to give Mrs. Claus her white Christmas...”
Oh, the struggle.
Dinner with the guests?
Doesn’t go very well for the Santa Who Has Been Accidentally Edged All Day.
He nearly spoils the contents of their gifts. He folds his arms and sours his face when Nanami makes a joke that gets you laughing, fixes his face into a searing glare and under the table, claws at the supple fat of your thighs... just to remind you. You know. In case the ring and three kids weren’t enough to claim you.
You’ve got to cheer jealous Satoru Santa up with kisses, that’s the only way to cure him before he goes full-blown Grinch mode.
When everyone’s opening the last of the gifts, Satoru’s stealing precious time with you in the upstairs hallway, desperately cupping your cheeks and leaning down for a moaning kiss.
“Mm, I’ve got a gift for Santa...” you insinuate, lowering onto your knees. Satoru damn near blushes and giggles like a high schooler, lifting his shirt and lowering his pants, letting his cock spring free for you. “Yeah? Aw, baby, you shouldn’t have... hhhfuck...”
You render him a leaky, whiny mess the moment your soft, wet lips slide over his tip.
Satoru Santa hurriedly fucks your mouth in the quiet hallway like this, looking down admiringly at your lewd expression as you take him into your cheeks.
“F-fuck... you've been a naughty girl this year, haven’t you, Mrs. Claus...? Look at you, licking me like a candycane. You love how it tastes, don’t you?” you pop off his length to mock him, “Satoru, you really get too into this roleplay...” but he stuffs himself right back into your mouth, gliding his wettened cock in with a nasty groan, “—now now, darling, if you give me attitude, Santa’s not gonna give you his gift.” he holds your head gently, fingers nested in your hair, guiding you on his cock until you find the rhythm and bob up and down his aching length by yourself—and I tell you, the exact moment he succumbs to your mouth and starts feeling good, something interrupts again.
This time it sounds like the kids are bickering over their presents.
Satoru’s spluttering nononowait, trying to persuade you back on his cock, or at the very least back into his arms so he can hump you—anything, he’ll take anything—but you’re rising from your knees as if summoned to duty.
But then you feel big, strong arms enclose you—gently, but firmly. Biceps taut against you.
“Nuh-uh, you’re not going anywhere.”
“Oh, Satoru, stop.” you’re giggling incessantly, he’s feasting at your neck with kiss after kiss after feverish kiss, grinding his cock into your body, not letting you out of his tight grasp.
“But baby—’tis the season to suck lolly. And my candy cane is throbbing for you—feel that?”
He’s putting your palm on his erection and you’re thiiiiiiiiis close to jerking him off, because he’s being irresistable even with the awful puns and all—looking as rideable as a god damn sleigh. You can feel his abs press into you. You’re getting ideas. Lots of them. But the kids are getting louder downstairs.
“Satoru, the guests—”
“—can wait—”
“—it’s Christmas—”
“—and you’ve been a naughty girl all year—”
He bucks his hips, cock aching in your soft palm. He squeezes you tighter in his arms.
“—baby, you’re not getting any sleep tonight if you leave me hanging here right now.” he threatens—voice sweet, reverberating, making your pussy clench in anticipation.
But you pry him off, because it sounds like war is erupting downstairs as the kids fight over presents. You leave a very hard and very frustrated Santa Grinch fuming in the hallway, plotting every position he’s gonna punish Mrs. Claus in tonight.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ──── an; It's a swell time to go riding on a Gojo sleigh. Daresay, to jingle his bells. Call him Jack the way I'll let him Frost my face. I want a white Christmas and only he can make my wish cum true. Alright. Sorry. Don't know what came over me, y'all. 😿 Fun fact! This drabble has been in my drafts since last Christmas. Yup. Sometimes you just don't know how to execute an idea so you sit on it for like... a year. Anyways. I have a longer Christmas fic coming (with Nerdjo), it's really cute and fluffy smut that I feel will restore the balance on my blog after such a naughty year. That is, until I bring out the next batch of raunchy smut, at least...
contains/warnings: heavy smut, inexperienced reader, protected sex, oral (f! receiving), fingering, p in v, emotional sex, fluff at the end, praise kink, size kink, light nipple play, begging, soft dom!lando, sub!reader, smut smut smut smut
summary: lando is your first ever boyfriend, and you finally have sex with him, well actually , you finally have sex for the first time ever. it turns into probably the best night of your life, and his too.
word count: 30k~
request: yes. thank you so much for this lovely idea, anon, had so much fun writing this, hope you'll like it<33
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you had never had a real boyfriend before lando. everything about being with him was new. the holding hands in public, the overnight stays, the way he looked at you like you were something precious. and of course the physical stuff. you had looked things up online, watched videos, read enough to know the basics, but none of that was the same as actually doing it with a real person. especially not with someone like him. with such a hot, seemingly perfect person like him.
lando had been patient from the very beginning. he never pushed, never made you feel bad for needing time or for not being experienced, the most you had done was let him finger you, which he did often and thoroughly. those long thick fingers of his would work you open so slowly, curling and stretching until you were shaking and dripping on his hand. he loved eating you out too. he would settle between your legs for what felt like hours, tongue and lips so focused it made your thighs tremble, always watching your face to make sure you were okay. you loved it, always. he was so skilled, so good at it, he never failed to make you feel heavenly, to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. and after, he would always cradle you in his arm, praising you, telling you how great you did for him.
twice, he had even guided you through sucking him off. both times he, was so gentle it almost hurt how careful he was. he taught you how to use your hand at the base, how to breathe, how to take a little more each time without forcing anything. you had liked it, a lot. actually , you loved it. the weight of him on your tongue, the way he groaned when you did something right, the way he stroked your hair and told you how good you were being. you loved all of it.
but you still had not taken him inside your pussy. it was not that you did not want to. you did, you thought about it constantly, you were horribly horny most of the time, but the real problem was his size. lando was a little above average in every way. thick, heavy, long enough that even when he was only halfway in your mouth you already felt full. his fingers alone stretched you so much that sometimes you wondered how his cock was supposed to fit. you were tight. ridiculously tight, obviously because before getting together with lando, you never really put anything in there, maybe once or twice a single finger, but otherwise, rubbing your clit was enough for you. every time he pushed a third finger into you, you had to breathe through the burn, and he would kiss your thigh and wait until you relaxed again.
he joked about it a lot. “look at you,” he would murmur while his fingers were buried inside you, voice low and amused. “so fucking tiny. my hand looks huge between your legs.” or when you were sitting on his lap, “i could probably pick you up with one arm and still fuck you, youre so small compared to me, baby.” it always made your stomach flip, part nervous, part excited. you knew he liked the difference. the way your body had to work to take even his fingers. maybe it was a size kink, maybe he just liked how you looked under him. either way, every joke left you equal parts scared and wet.
tonight felt different though. the air between you was heavier. you had been making out on the couch for a long time, his hand already down your shorts, two fingers slowly pumping into you while he kissed your neck. you were soaked, clenching around him, and for the first time the usual spark of fear was mixed with something stronger. something that felt a lot like readiness.
he noticed, of course he did. he always noticed, he was always so attentive. the way you had started grinding down onto his fingers, hips rolling without any real rhythm, just chasing the feeling. the way your kisses had turned messy and open mouthed, more tongue and soft desperate sounds than actual kissing. your hands were already gripping his shirt, tugging on it, your nails lightly scraping his skin through the fabric. lando made a low sound against your mouth and picked up the pace. his fingers thrust deeper, faster, almost a little rough, the wet sound of them moving inside you filling the quiet living room. you gasped into the next kiss, moaning loudly when he curled them just right. your hands flew to his biceps, fingers digging hard into the muscle as you tried to stay grounded while he worked you open. he didnt really slow down. if anything, he went harder, determined to pull that orgasm out of you. you were trembling in his lap, thighs tight around his hips, every rough thrust of his fingers making you clench and drip around him. then he pulled his mouth away from yours and buried his face in the crook of your neck. you let out a soft whine at the loss of his lips, but it turned into a shaky moan when he started kissing up the side of your throat, his breath warm against your skin when he reached your ear. “so fucking needy,” he whispered, voice rough, “look at you. grinding on my fingers like you can’t get enough. you want more, baby? need something bigger stretching this little cunt open?” the words hit you like a spark. you arched hard in his lap, a broken whine leaving your throat as the orgasm crashed through you. your pussy clenched tight around his fingers, soaking them as you shook and gasped, clinging to his arms like you might fall apart. he kept his fingers moving through it, slower now, stroking you through every pulse while you trembled against him. soft praises spilled from his mouth between kisses on your neck. “that’s it… good girl… just like that. you came so pretty for me.” you felt weak and floaty but still so fucking needy, hips giving tiny involuntary twitches against his hand. he soothed you through the aftershocks with sweet words and gentle licks along your pulse point until the worst of the shaking stopped. then he slowly pulled his hand out of your shorts. you watched, still breathing hard, as he brought those shiny fingers up to his own mouth. he locked eyes with you and sucked them clean, tongue dragging over every bit of your arousal like it was something he had been craving, which was actually true. he craved you so, so badly. he did not look away once, and you could not hold it in anymore. all that came out was a tiny, shaky “please…”
lando’s breath hitched against your neck. he loved that word from you. you were always so fucking sweet when you begged, he didn't even have to ask you to do it, he just had to look at you and you would be already begging for him, for him to give you something, anything which would ease the discomfort, the need between your legs. one of his hands slid up to cradle the back of your head, holding you still while he sucked a slow mark into the side of your throat. “again,” he murmured against your skin. “say it again for me.”
“please…” you managed, voice already breaking. “please, i want your cock…” that was enough. he had waited months to hear this from you, and he finally did, so he wasted no time. both of his hands dropped to your ass, grabbing big handfuls and pulling you down hard against the thick bulge in his sweatpants. he made you grind against it, rolling your hips for you so the hard length rubbed right over your still sensitive pussy through the thin fabric of your shorts. you moaned straight into his ear, the pressure driving you crazy. every drag of him against you sent little sparks up your spine. he kept it going for a while, clearly enjoying how desperate you sounded, until something in your eagerness made him pause. a flicker of worry crossed his face. he gripped your hips firmly and stilled you, stopping the grinding. you let out a soft, frustrated whine at the loss of friction. “hey… easy,” he soothed, voice low and yet again, so gentle. one hand came up to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek. he leaned in and kissed you soft and slow, nothing like the messy kissing from earlier. “calm down a little for me, yeah? we take this slow. I don't want to hurt you." you nodded against his mouth, trying to steady your breathing.
lando took both of your hands in his and slowly guided them down between your bodies, placing your palms right over the hard shape of his cock through the sweatpants. then his hands slid up to caress your arms, gentle and reassuring. “take it out for me,” he said quietly. his sweatpants were loose enough that it was easy. you tugged the waistband down with impatient fingers and his cock sprang free, heavy and thick. the sight made your mouth go dry. or it made you drool, you couldn't decide. he was so fucking hard it looked almost angry, the head flushed dark and already shiny with precum that beaded at the tip and threatened to drip. veins stood out along the shaft, it looked even bigger than you remembered from the two times you had sucked him, the weight of it obvious even before you touched it. a broken little whimper caught in your throat. one of your hands reached out shyly, fingers brushing along the hot skin like you were almost afraid of it. you wrapped your fingers around him properly this time, experimentally stroking up the thick length. the heat of him was intense, the skin silky over the hard vein ridged shaft. you could feel every pulse under your palm as you moved your hand slowly from base to tip, smearing the precum that kept beading at the head. you loved the way he felt. so heavy, so solid, so big in your hand. at the fact that he was this hard just for you, it made you flush hot all over again. curious, you squeezed a little harder on the next downstroke. the tighter grip caught him off guard, lando’s hips jerked and a deep groan rumbled out of his chest. “fuck… just like that,” he breathed out, “such a good girl for touching me. look at you, holding my cock like that… feels so fucking good.” his praise made your stomach flip. you just loved when he praised you, when he told you that you were doing great. it always boosted your confidence, plus, all you wanted was to make him feel good. the praises were proof that you succeeded. you kept stroking him, a little more confident now, twisting your wrist slightly on the upstroke the way he had taught you during those two blowjobs. more precum leaked out over your fingers, making the slide wetter and filthier, and you loved it, maybe a little too much, even.
lando leaned in and kissed you again. this time it was deeper, hungrier, but still careful. his tongue slid against yours while you worked his cock between your bodies, and every time your thumb swiped over the sensitive head he groaned into your mouth, the sound low and needy. his hands rested on your thighs, squeezing gently like he needed something to hold onto while you stroked him, because this whole thing with you was a new sensation for him too, something he had been wanting for so long now.
you could feel how much restraint he was using. his cock throbbed hard in your fist, clearly aching, but he stayed still and let you explore at your own pace, only breaking the kiss every now and then to murmur more soft, filthy praise against your lips. you were still straddling him, stroking and pulling on his cock with such intense curiosity, and that deep, simmering need. he didn't say anything for a while, he just let you have your own fun, wanting you to get used to the shape of him at least in your hands. as he watched you play with him, his thoughts wandered off a little. the realization hit, and it really settled in him that yes, he will probably get to make love to you in just a little time, for the first time ever. he still was a bit nervous, though. now, as you're so eagerly stroking his cock, he really realizes how small you are compared to him. especially if we're talking about your tight little cunt and his big cock. he doesn't have a lot of time to worry about this though, because you suddenly squeeze him hard, probably not knowing that it would shoot pleasure all over his body and he suddenly bucks into your hands, letting out a surprised moan. "fuck.. baby, you're doing so good.. so we'll, but let's stop, yeah?" he says, voice a little breathy, gently prying your fingers off of his shaft. "did.. did I do something wrong?" you suddenly felt too self aware, and you were nervous, what if you've hurt him? or if you were too clumsy and it was unattractive? but luckily, as if reading your mind, he started speaking. "I'm telling you, you did great baby, nothing's wrong, but I think we should take it a lil slower, yeah? and I also think we should go to the bedroom. get all comfy in bed, hm? what do you think?" he asked so softly, with such a gentle voice that the worry faded, chest loosening up, and you nodded, "I'd like that.."
then, he gripped your ass with both hands, squeezing teasingly before telling you to hold on tight. he stood up with you in his arms, grunting softly, then made his way to the bedroom. you loved when he carried you, it was always such an attractive thing, but it was even better now, because his hard cock was poking you between your legs the whole time, making you whimper softly against the hot skin of his neck. he finally reached the bedroom, kicking the door open with a foot. he walked straight to the bed, easing you down gently. deep down, he wished he could just manhandle you and pound you until you can't form a sentence, but no, he knew that wouldn't be right, he knew that he had to be gentle now. you were trusting him enough to finally give yourself to him, he couldn't fuck this opportunity up. and even though he wished he could just wreck you right now, he also had this bone deep need in him to protect you, to be so gentle with you that you'd melt, to make you feel so loved you'd never think about anything else but him and his cock.
as you got comfortable on the bed, he took his time to take off his shirt, revealing his gorgeous tanned skin for you, and those delicious abs which you always liked to kiss and suck on. you reached out with a hand, wanting to feel his skin, sliding your fingers from his chest down to his belly button, then sliding lower, wrapping your hand around his cock again. he moaned softly, loving your hand on him, bucking his hips lightly into you fist while his own hands started roaming all over your body, softly squeezing your tits, then your ass, and finally your thighs, which he loved so much. "come on baby, I wanna see you." he said as he tugged on your shirt, clearly wanting to get it off of you. you reluctantly pulled your hand away from his shaft and helped him take off your shirt, revealing you bra covered tits for him. he knelt down on the bed next to you unclasping your bra with precise hand while planting a few soft kisses on your shoulder. when he finally removed the underwear, he threw it aside, then cupped your breasts, leaning down to kiss the swell of them, looking up at you with such hungry eyes. "you're gorgeous baby, absolutely beautiful." he squeezed your breasts gently, thumbs circling your nipples, waiting for them to get tight and perky. when they did, he leaned in to give them some attention, sucking on them lightly, flicking them with his tongue. the sensation made your back arch, and you let out these tiny little moans and whimpers which made his cock twitch hard. "I want you so bad, baby... but I wanna take it slow... wanna love on you properly, the way you deserve it." he spoke against your sensitive skin, and you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging gently, wanting him to come up and kiss you right there, right now, because you just needed his lips on yours. he gladly obliged, pressing his lips firmly against yours before pushing his tongue in your mouth, tasting you all over again and again. "do you really want be, baby? want me to make love to you, you really wanna let me do that?" he asked between little bites and nibbles on your bottom lip, and you nodded urgently, "yes, yes please lando I'm sure about it, I just..." you trailed off for a second. you really wanted him, for sure. you have been wanting him so bad, you wanted this connection, you wanted to feel him inside of you, wanted him to make you completely his. but still, suddenly, that little fear was creeping in. what if you wouldn't be able to take him? and also, you have zero experience, what if you fuck something up and ruin it? what would you even have to do? just lie there and let him do all the work? "I just..don't know what am i supposed to do.." you suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, pulling a little back, looking at your lap. but before you could start spiraling, he placed a finger under your chin, raising your head so you'd look at him in the eyes. "baby, don't worry about that. I'd be so gentle, and so slow with you. I'd talk you through the whole thing" he spoke, his hand now caressing your face, stroking your hair in such a tender way.
"you don't have to be scared, I wanna teach you, want to make you feel good, want you to have such a good time that you'd want more tomorrow, then the day after." he leaned un to kiss your forehead, and you melted all over again, his words reassuring you just enough. "okay..I trust you." you whispered, placing a hand on his cheek, wanting to kiss him. he leaned, pressing a soft, lingering kiss on your plush lips again. then, he placed his hand on your shoulders, and gently pushed you back until you were laying against the soft pillows on top of the bed. he hovered over you, his hands sliding down to hold you by the waist, not really gripping, just keeping you in place. "I'm gonna take off these shorts now, yeah?" he said and you nodded, not even thinking about rejecting him. you needed him so bad you felt like exploding if he won't give his cock to you soon, so you eagerly lifted your hips to help him slide your shorts and then panties off, which were drenched because of the previous activities, sticky from your wetness. he threw them aside, piling them with your top, bra and his own shirt, then he slid his hands over your inner thighs and lower tummy, feeling your hot skin, making you shiver and jerk your hips off the bed. "needy much, hm?" he chucked softly and you nodded shamelessly, giving him a small whine, but you didn't ask for more, you trusted him, and you were sure he knew what he was doing.
"can you..also take off your pants, please?" you asked quietly, making grabby motions with your hands, gesturing toward his pants. he chuckled softly, then straightened up and got off the bed. "sure baby, sorry for not doing it sooner." he quickly slid his sweatpants and boxers off, leaving him just as bare as you were. you felt better with him being naked too, and you just wanted him to lie down on top of you and cuddle you until you're melted together. but you also wanted his cock,so you said nothing, just smiled and whispered a small "thank you".
he quickly climbed back on the bed, this time parting your legs, soothing your skin all the way from your calves, up to your thighs, making room for himself. he lay down on his stomach, his face hovering over your hot heat as he placed his arms under your thighs, lifting your bottom a little, pulling you closer to his mouth. "gonna eat you out baby, make you soak my face." he gave you a lovesick smile, and before you could give him an answer, he dived in, licking a broad stripe up from your leaking entrance up to your puffy clit, circling it before sucking it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. the pleasure shot through you immediately and intensely, and your back arched off the bed before dropping back with a soft thud, just so your hips could buck up against his mouth. lando didn't let you wriggle too much, though, he snaked his arms higher from under your thighs and pushed down on your hips, keeping you trapped under his devouring lips.
he didn't go easy on you, he wanted to prepare you as much as he could, so he freed one of his hands from under you and started teasing your entrance with a finger, his lips and tongue never leaving your throbbing, needy clit. he pushed his middle finger in you in one smooth move, until it was knuckles deep. your voice raised once again, moaning out louder than you intended, grabbing onto his curls with a hand, tugging desperately, wanting more, more, always more, it wasn't enough, you just needed him so bad, your other hand gripping the sheets next to you, bunching the fabric up. "lan.. please.." you whined softly, but then the little whine turned into another loud moan as he suddenly pushed two more fingers into you. three of his thick fingers stretched you out so much that a loud cry ripped out of your throat, and he suddenly looked up at you with a worried look plastered on his face, his fingers stilling in you. "baby.. did I hurt you? I'm so sorry-" he wanted to pull his fingers out, but you stopped him, "no! no please, it just.. feels so good lando, please I need more!" you were whining the whole time you were speaking, mind blank, you just wanted to feel him more and more and more. "doesn't it hurt? the stretch? talk to me, baby." he asked again, wanting a proper answer before continuing. "n-no, no it doesn't hurt, it feels good.. intense.. bit weird but so good!" you tried to convince him, moving your hips a little, trying to make his fingers slip in deeper again. "shh, calm down" he mumbled against your skin as he left a small kiss on your tummy, "be patient, okay? I'm here, I'm giving it to you, just wait, yeah?" he then started moving his fingers again, and you swore you could cum from his damn fingers again. you didn't even try to muffle your moans, whimpering openly, your head thrown back against the pillows, breathing heavily. he leaned back down and sucked your clit in his mouth again while speeding up with his fingers just a little, curving them in the way he knew you loved and made you lose your mind. it didn't take long, the burning yet amazing feeling of the stretch, his hot mouth on you and the whole scene made the coil in your power stomach burst as you came hard, crying out his name, a hand desperately grabbing and squeezing his forearm. your thighs were trembling your pussy squeezed his fingers so tight, he groaned at the feeling, giving you a few shallow thrusts until you started coming down. then, he eased out his fingers and immediately started lapping at your reddened hole, licking up your arousal. before pulling away, he places a gentle kiss right on your clit, then crawled up your body, kissing your parted lips. you could taste yourself on him and that just made you moan again, kissing him back eagerly even though your whole body felt like jelly, weak from the intense orgasm. "lan.. fuck I.. that was so hot.." you were just babbling, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck as you grabbed onto him, wanting, needing a hug. "shh, you did so good baby, came so pretty for me, hm? soaked my fingers, such a good girl." he hugged you gently, cradling your head against his chest, kissing the top of it. "love you so much, baby, wanna make you cum on my cock too.. would you let me?" he asks softly, voice quiet and gentle, lightly muffled against your hair as he's leaving little pecks all over it. "y-yes.. please, I want it, I need it.." you whimper again, and your hand blindly reaches for his cock again, wanting to touch it, to feel it.
he let out a low groan as you gripped the base of his cock, and he gave your fist a few, shallow thrusts. "that's how I'm gonna fuck your pussy, baby, gon stretch it out, gon make you feel so full.." he said as he caressed your hair, then shoulders, staring at your face, loving the way you admired his cock, barely even blinking. "do you want that, baby? are you sure you want it?" he asks, but you just give him a barely - there nod, just playing with his cock in your hand. he brought his brows together, a little frustrated, wanting you to actually say it. he reached down and grabbed your hand gently, stopping you from stroking him. "answer me, love, do you want it? want me to put this-" he gripped his own cock, stroking it in front of your face, "- into you?" you were amazing by it, it was so big, so thick, nothing like you ever saw in real life, you suddenly remembered how hard it was to even fit just half of it in your mouth, and you felt a fresh gush of wetness leaving your needy hole, you nodded. "yes, yes lando I want it, I'm ready I swear, please give it to me already!" you pleaded, looking up at him with those big, begging eyes.
he couldn't really hold back anymore, not when you looked at him like that. like you wanted him to fuck you good and deep. that is exactly what he's planning to do to you. but lovingly, of course. after all, he doesn't want to hurt his girl, his baby. "lie on your back properly" he instructed gently, nodding towards the pillows. you did as he told you, even parting your legs for him. he then reached over to the nightstand, opening the drawer, taking out a condom. of course, he had a full box, he wanted to be prepared for the night it finally happened. you watched with fascination as he opened it and rolled it on. he tossed the paper on the floor, he'll worry about that later. then, he climbed between your legs once again, kneeling there, a hand lazily stroking his own cock.
for a second, you thought he would already just push it in and fuck you, but that was not how it happened. he leaned forward, arms bracketing your head. "look at me, baby" you raised your eyes, prying them off of his cock to look into his ones, and your chest tightened a little when you met his gaze. he was looking at you so softly, so full of love.
"I don't want you to feel forced, or anything like that. we're doing this at your pace. if you ever want me to stop, just say it, and I'll stop everything, i promise." he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on your lips, then started speaking again, "I've been wanting to do this for so long, been wanting you so bad baby. I'm so thankful that you're letting me do this now." he pressed another kiss to your lips, and this time you kissed back. "I love you so much, so, so much. I want the best for you, want this to feel good for you." his voice was barely above a whisper now, talking against your skin as he kissed up your jawline and neck. "do you trust me?" he asked, a hand cupping your face, waiting for your answer, an honest answer. "yes, lando, I trust you. I promise I do, and I love you so much. want it to be you. want you to make me feel good, I need it, need to be close like this to you.." your voice was small, but steady, smiling at him. he mirrored your smile, gave another peck to your lips, then he straightened up a little, then took a hold of his cock again. he positioned himself, and slowly started to slide the tip up and down between your folds. you let out a small moan at the feeling, a little nervous, but so excited and so much in need. after a bit of teasing, he started nudging your entrance. that made you gasp, eyes locked onto his cock between your bodies.
"are you ready, sweetheart?" he asked gently, looking into your eyes, now pressing the head of his cock firmly against your hole. "y-yes, please, lando I want it.." you nodded and whined shamelessly, grabbing his arm which was planted next to her head, nails digging into it, anticipation overloaded in her body. he slowly, carefully started to ease himself inside, pushing with just a little force, making the tip slip in. at the feeling, you gasped and let out a choked moan. it was very, very different from his fingers. it was thick, and for a second you thought it would be too thick, but you brushed that thought away, trying to control your whimpers. "breath, baby, deep breaths, yeah? try to relax, let me in, pretty girl." he soothed you, his hand guiding his cock now sliding up your body, caressing your sides gently. the grip your tight cunt had on him nearly made him just collapse on top of you, but he knew he needed to stay composed. he continued gently rubbing your skin, his hips pushing forward so slow, so careful that he felt like he was not even moving at all. but for you, it felt like an explosion. about a quarter of his size was inside, but you already felt like you were being split open. "w-wait!" you yelped, placing a hand on his chest, pushing on him just a tiny bit. he immediately stilled, and pulled back a little, only his tip inside once again. "what's wrong, baby? did it hurt? I'm sorry." he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, his hand caressing over your ribs and sides still. "mhm.. a little, yeah.. I'm sorry.." you mumbled against his lips, feeling a bit embarrassed, cheeks flushing pink. "hey, you don't have to apologize, it's okay. I won't move until you tell me to, okay?" he said softly, then lowered himself a little more, bracketing your head again with both arms, kissing on your forehead. "you're doing amazing, even if it's just a little of me in you, it's a big thing for me baby, I love you so much" he praised you, placing soft little pecks on your face, which made you let out a tiny giggle. "I love you too.. you can move just, slow.. really slow, please" you asked rather shyly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. "as you wish, baby." he answered, then carefully started to move again, pushing in just a little further, testing the waters.
after what felt like forever, good forever, but still forever, you finally reached the point where lando was bottomed out inside of you. the stretch was intense, it couldn't be compared to anything you've ever felt before. you felt so full, like a simple movement would snap you apart, it was overwhelming, but you loved every second of it. the initial hurt has faded, blunt in the background, and now it was just this desperate, crawling need. you wanted him to move, to actually fuck you, to stop being so damn careful and just push into you. "lan..move, you can move, please.." you breathed out, then whimpered a little, clenching around his cock which made you both groan at the same time. "fuck.. baby you're so fuckin' tight.. I swear I could cum right now.. you feel amazing.. " his voice was straining, raspy and struggling, he was clearly trying so hard to hold back, and the tightness made him go crazy. "look down, look how your tiny cunt is taking me.. fuck.. you're so hot like this, spread out for me.."he moaned low, finally catching up with what you said, starting to move. it was barely a thrust, just pulling back a tiny bit, then pushing back in, grinding, which made your toes curl and your nails streak down on his shoulders once again, painting them with faint pink lines. "lando.. oh fuck I feel so full.. can't even.. can't even think.. 'm so full of you.." you were just rambling, head lolling to the side as he finally started giving you real thrusts. "look at you, baby, takin' it so well, what were we even afraid of, hm? you were made for me.." he groaned as he picked up the speed, not going at that torturously slow speed any more, instead, he found a nice, controlled rhythm which made you gasp, and forced a loud moan out of you with every thrust.
after several minutes, it turned into something entirely different. lando was grilling your hips rather hard, and your were clinging onto his arms, voice cracking from the loud cries you were letting out as he sped up, still focusing on your comfort, but now chasing his own relief. "fuck, you like this dick, don't you? look at how you're almost drooling, baby, emptied out your brain nicely, huh? you're full of cock instead" his voice was rough, and his thrusts became harder, more powerful. you swore you felt him in your stomach, and you let out lewd noises every time he drove into you. you felt a kind of pleasure fill your whole body you never knew you could feel, and it made your eyes roll back, crying out his name again. you suddenly grabbed the back of his head with both hands and yanked him down, smashing your lips against his in a desperate, whines filled kiss. he gladly kissed you back, though it was more of lips and tongues sliding together. "faster..please..harder..or something, want more,please lando!" you cried against his lips, and he couldn't really focus on control anymore. he pushed you back down on your back, gripped your hips, and picked up the fastest speed possible which he thought was still comfortable enough to not to hurt you. "like this, hm? you want it like this? thought you were a bit scared baby, where's all of that now, hm?"he asked, grunting between words, head hanging low as he felt dangerously close to finishing. he didn't want to,not yet. he wanted to make you cum first, he wanted to, no, needed to make you fall apart on his cock before he could have the privilege to cum. one of his hands left your hip and moved down,finding your clit,rubbing tight little circles on it in sync with his thrusts. you whimpered again and again, watery sounds leaving you as you arched your back yet again, chasing the pleasure. "lan..lando..I think I'm.. I think I'm close.." you were barely able to speak, just babbling and moaning, totally blissed out from his cock filling you, stretching you open, hitting all the right spots, making you feel lightheaded. "c'mon baby, cum for me, make a mess on my cock.. first time, but after this, it will be many more, I promise" he whispered low and filthy in your ear as he leaned down to speak, his rhythm faltering just a little as he felt you clenching so hard around him. his thumb on your clit picked up the speed, rubbing it firmly, desperately wanting to make you cum. "give it to me, baby, please.. let me feel you squeeze my cock" he moaned in your ear, and that was all it took, with a loud cry, your orgasm shredded through you. you swore you couldn't breathe for a second, vision going white before you saw his blissed out face again, sweat beading on his forehead and that gorgeous neck of his. you were shaking and trembling, the force of your orgasm leaving you weak and whiny, but your cunt still squeezed him so hard that he couldn't hold it back anymore. with a loud groan, he finally thrust into you hard, grinding against you, cumming, filling up the condom. "fuuck.. fuck, fuck.. god, baby, 'm cummin' so hard for you" he moaned so prettily, it made you clench around him hard again, which forced more sounds out of him, they were music to your ears. "fuck.. oh gosh.. I love you so much" he said it with a shaky voice, exhausted after the intense orgasm he had himself. he collapses forward, laying on top of you, trying to hold himself up with his arms, not wanting to crush you. you reached up with a hand to brush his damp hair from his forehead, hazily and with lidded eyes, smiling at him, "I love you too, lando, thank you.." your voice was weak and raspy from all the sounds you were making. he smiled, eyes closed for a moment before opening them again, looking at you with those beautiful, now adoring eyes, leaning in to kiss you. this time, it wasn't wild, wasnt hurried.
it was slow and reverent, tasting each other, just appreciating each other quietly. you continued kissing lazily, both trying to calm your breathing, but lando groaned. "shit.. gotta pull out baby" he whispered softly and pulled back, straightening up a little, but you whined. "not yet!" you were pouting, and he just chuckled. "shh, let me pull out baby, we'll do this all over again tomorrow, yeah?" that seemed to convince you because you stayed still until he carefully slipped out of you. he took off the condom, tied it, then tossed that on the floor too, promising to deal with it later. then, he lay down next to you, pulling you into his arms so you were clinging onto him sideways, face buried under his armpit. "that was.. fuckin' amazing.. you were incredible baby, I'm so glad we finally did it." he spoke quietly, gently stroking your hair with a hand. you answered with a small, sleepy hum. "talk to me baby, how was it for you?"he asked, wanting to know if he did a good job at pleasing you, at making you feel good. you mumbled something inaudible at first, then raised your head a little, looking up at him, chin resting on his chest. "was amazing, lando, really" you got interrupted by a little yawn, "and.. I'm not scared anymore,I loved it so much" your head fell back down on his chest, cheek squishing. "and.. wanna do it again.. and again..and again.. and, you are my first and last lando, I promise.." you trailed off, clearly about to pass out sleeping. he smiled widely even though you couldn't see it. the last part of your sentence made him nearly tear up, it meant everything for him. all he wanted was to make you feel loved, cared for, he wanted you to trust him completely, and it really seemed like he had achieved it. he was unbelievably relieved and so, so happy that he had made you feel so good on your first time having sex with him, and actually, having sex at all. he thought about the fact that maybe you both should take a bath, or a shower at least, since you're both all sweaty and your bottom halves are covered in arousal, but then he looked down at your adorable face, already half asleep on his chest, and he realized, maybe that's not so important. maybe he should just hold you until you both fall asleep, until morning comes, and then, you'd take a hot bath together, and then maybe, you'd do it again if you won't be too sore. but right now, he decided that holding you safely against his side was enough. he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, then let the sleep pull him down too, delicious exhaustion making him all boneless and sleepy. this day was perfect, and he was sure, that every day following this, with you, would be even better.
your thighs were bracketing the muscle of steve’s bicep, one hand on the headboard to balance and the other running through his hair from where he was laid down under you on the bed.
steve’s big brown eyes had been locked on the sight, watching you grind your soaked pussy against his bicep for awhile now, and it didn’t take long for him to feel the same arousal you did.
“just so desperate for it, aren’t you?” steve cooed. your fingers were tangled tightly in his thick chestnut hair, eyes squeezed shut as he teased you with the filth of his words. one hand was wrapped tightly around his red and aching cock, he stroked slowly. letting the pleasure build until it bordered on pain.
steve told you he “wasn’t gonna fuck you tonight”, he said that he’d been giving his arms so much attention when it came to working out.. that he wanted some appreciation for it.
that’s how you ended up a whimpering mess on top of his bicep.
“feels so good, you’re getting soooo big.” you whined out, panting slightly.
“i know it does, all this muscle for my girl to play with. just for my pretty girl to get all dizzy on” his voice was soft and teasing, hypnotic in a way that felt like degrading love story.
you could feel your breath quickening as the desperation for pleasure grew. the sounds of your pussy rubbing against the muscle of his bicep were right by steve’s ear, and it made his grip on his cock tighten.
steve made the prettiest noises when he was getting himself off, brows all furrowed with whines and whimpers leaving his lips as he attempted to bite down to trap them. his cock was angled over his soft tummy, pre-cum leaking all down his lower stomach and into his happy trail.
his hand was moving lazily, because steve’s pleasure was second to you coming apart on top of him.
steves arm flexed against your pussy, his hand gently rubbing at your lower back to feel the heat on your skin.
“can’t think straight, can you? jus rubbing all over my arm like a good girl.” steve groaned
“mmmmph, please…please, steve. i wanna cum.” you begged softly, your body beginning to tremble as you fought the overwhelming urge to let go completely against him.
“nuh-uh, not yet. want it to hurt real good, baby.”
tears of frustration and overstimulation began to build in your eyes, and steve was mesmerized with how beautiful you looked because of it. all overstimulated and messy on his arm, grinding down desperately on top of his firm muscle.
“yeaaah, isn’t that nice? just taking it, feel how good i make you feel.”
you nodded eagerly, he made you feel so fucking good. overstimulation was something you craved from him when he was like this.
a choked gasp left your mouth as steve flexed his bicep again, pushing his arm further up against you. your hips lost their rhythm, stuttering before you could force yourself back into the slow grind.
“just a little more. show me how good you can be for me, baby. okay?” steve looked desperate. his eyes wide and soft, locked on your face as it began to contort in waves of euphoria.
“mhmmm, anything for you. i can be so good” you moaned out, the pleasure becoming more unbearable than before as he leaned his head over to trail open mouthed wet and hot kisses on your thighs.
“you wanna soak my arm? hm?” steve pressed gently
you’d been waiting, patiently for him to ask “please, god yes, yes i want to cum all over your arm.”
“go on, baby. give it to me”
you felt your body immediately speed up on his arm, the slow grind switching to something more frantic as you finally let your body find its release. your legs were trembling, and it felt like sparks were shooting through your veins as you came all over his bicep.
steve helped you lower yourself back onto the bed from his arm, his large hands running over your skin and digging into your flesh before he shifted on top of you.
he moved slowly as he pressed his hard cock against you, feeling your body twitch and hearing you whine against his shoulder at the sudden stretch of his tip against your entrance.
“gonna take care of you, yeah? show you how big i am everywhere.”
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Is it possible for a really desperate, almost rough yet very intimate Dustin letting out his years off stress from worrying about the reader’s safety? Literally fucking like there’s no tomorrow LOL
Dustin Henderson-Desperate For You
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Summary: After finally saving the world, you and Dustin have some time alone…and he isn’t wasting a single second.
Genre: Smut!! Fluffy, angst if you squint, short lil’ imagine
CW: Fem!Reader, porn with a little plot, no pronouns used, second person point of view, no use of y/n, pet names used (sweetheart, baby, princess and good girl), shower sex, unprotected p in v, creamp!e (seriously it’s like I can’t write smut without a creamp!e…dude, it makes me feral), SLIGHT SEASON 5 SPOILERS!!!, Reader and Dustin are both 18 even though technically Dustin is 17 in S5 (I aged them up so it’s legal, don’t kill me 😭), needy desperate sex, dirty talk ‘cause it’s hot, I think that’s it!!
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: You’re very welcome, my child. I shall continue to provide the people with Dustin smut. This is a little fast-paced and slightly rushed because I loved the idea so much I had to write something immediately!! I hope it’s still good and I hope you enjoy reading!! Thank youuu!! 💖💖
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Dustin had been worrying about you since you were both twelve. You got involved with monsters you had only seen in D&D, monsters you never expected to chase after you in the real world. You’d been dealing with things no one, yet alone children, should ever have to deal with. You were strong, although you weren’t a great runner, you were a strong fighter. This is what worried Dustin the most.
Dustin had loved you for as long as he could remember, for as long as you’d been in their party. So, when things started showing up and attacking everyone, Dustin immediately thought of you. He was always glued to your side, and when he wasn’t the anxiety tore him apart. He finally had to confess his love to you when you thought you’d both be eaten by a demodog.
It was rushed, but it held so many feelings and was so genuine your heart ached. You’d never been loved the way you wanted, never been loved the same way you loved others. Now, here was your childhood crush confessing to you with tears in his eyes…you don’t think you’ve ever been happier. You kissed in the dark room, breaths mixing as you tried to calm yourselves down at the sound of growling.
You were both lucky enough to make it out alive, and Dustin made it his lifelong mission to keep you safe. He could be suffocating at times, but you knew it came from a place of love…so you let is slide. You’d argue sometimes, trying to convince him you didn’t need protecting, it would get loud and you’d say mean things. You always made up in the end though, because at the end of the day you loved each other and you needed each other.
The moment Vecna was finally dead, head removed from his body, Dustin held you in a bone-crushing hug. You could finally live life freely, peacefully, and you could do it together.
The second you both had a moment alone, after washing away days of blood and sweat, Dustin practically fucking pounced on you.
It was just the two of you in your parents house, both of them off god knows where. You both showered together because Dustin couldn’t stand the idea of separating from you. Vecna may have been dead, and the world may have been back to normal, but the worry and protectiveness still rested deep in his soul. He helped lather you in soap, hands gentle and soothing as they scrubbed away the horrible memories tainting your skin.
“I can’t believe it’s finally over.” You whisper, sighing loudly. It felt like your first real breath in years, no anxiety weighing down on your chest to interrupt your breathing. “God, I can finally fucking breathe.” You smile, moving your wet hair to one shoulder.
“Me too, it feels like I haven’t had a normal breath in forever.” He huffs out a laugh. You point at him with a wide grin.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking!” You chuckle with him, somehow only laughing harder as seconds passed. The happiness was almost too overwhelming, consuming you entirely. Dustin grabbed your waist and pulled you into him, forehead resting against yours. He stares into your eyes, his gaze slowly drifting down to your lips and then the rest of your body.
“I love you so much.” He whispers, sounding almost pained.
“I love you too.” You whisper back. Dustin still stares at you, his gaze never faltering. He watches the bubbles and water drip down your chest, past your breasts and down your torso. He releases a shaky breath, pulling you impossibly closer. That’s when you finally feel it, the painfully obvious hardness of his length, pressing against you. You gasp, meeting his eyes as he finally looks back up.
“Dusty…” You whisper, arms moving to wrap around his neck.
“You have no idea how hard it was for me…” He says, voice cracking.
“Pun intended?” You whisper, unable to help yourself. Dustin chuckles, shaking his head at you. “Sorry…keep going.” You smile. He sighs and you feel his hands dig into the skin of your hips.
“Always worrying about you, no matter what was happening. Even during those brief moments of peace, when we thought we were safe…I still worried about you, about your safety.” He swallows the lump in his throat, tears welling in his eyes. “I never stopped worrying, it was exhausting…but I still just couldn’t stop.” You wipe away the tear that starts to run down his cheek.
“You don’t have to worry anymore. I’m here, we’re both here, and we can finally be alone together…without any of the anxiety or nerves.” Dustin nods slowly. He finally connects your lips, one hand moving up to cup the back of your head. Once he starts kissing you, it’s like something inside him fucking snaps.
He pushes you against the shower wall, and you release a squeak of surprise. His one hand remains on the back of your head, so it doesn’t hurt resting against the shower tiles. The other moves off your hip and up the curve of your waist, squishing the skin there. His tongue slips past your lips, tangling with yours. Your mouths move desperately against each other, practically swallowing each other whole.
Dustin’s hand runs across your skin, resting on your stomach before brushing up your torso and under your breast. You moan into his mouth, which only adds fuel to the fire. He brushes his thumb over your nipple, then rests his palm over your tit and squeezes. You finally pull away for air, gasping and panting against his lips.
“Dusty.” You whine, head tilting back against his hand.
“I missed you so much…missed this.” He moves his hand back down to your hips, pulling you into him and grinding your pussy against him.
“I can tell.” You say, breathlessly. You run your hands up through his hair, grabbing it and tugging lightly. “I missed it too…missed you.” Dustin groans, gently pressing kisses on your cheeks and your jaw, moving down to your neck. He licks and bites your skin, leaving dark marks on your shoulders and collarbones.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop once we start.” He whispers, and it’s supposed to be a warning…but for some reason you only hear it as a promise.
“I don’t want you to.” You whisper back, and it breaks something inside him. He lifts up one of your legs, wrapping around his waist. His cock nudges through your folds, coating him in your wetness. He doesn’t waste any time, he lines himself up with your entrance.
“You’re sure?” He asks, waiting for you to nod before pushing into you. You wince at the stretch, eyes screwed shut. Dustin kisses you softly, pecking your lips and across your face. He pushes all the way into you, all his patience leaving the second he feels how warm you are. You whine at how deep he reaches in this position, the pleasure already consuming you.
Dustin starts to slowly grind into you, grip tight on your thigh as he holds it around his waist. Your head pushes against his other hand and the wall, jaw slack as he pushes into that particular spot inside you that has you shaking.
“Shit, Dusty.” You whine, nails digging into his shoulders. “Feel so fucking good.” Dustin’s pace picks up at your words, hips slamming into you. You choke on a moan, breath stuttering as he pounds into you.
“So do you, princess.” Dustin whimpers and buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and biting the skin there. “Shit…I love you so fucking much.” He groans with a particularly rough thrust. You cry out, legs shaking and threatening to buckle under you.
“Shit, oh my fucking god, right there!” You scream, your moans echoing off the shower walls. “Don’t stop.” Dustin’s pace never falters, he thrusts into you deep and fast, slamming into that one spot until you see fucking stars.
“Nothing could ever stop me right now, baby. Not even Vecna himself could pull me away from you and your perfect fucking pussy.” Dustin moans in your ear, pushing you over the edge. You cry as the pressure breaks and your body tenses up, your nails dragging down Dustin’s back. “So good, good girl, shit.” Dustin stutters, whimpering into your neck. His pace is brutal, slowly starting to overstimulate you.
“Please…fuck, Dusty, please.” You beg, your words slurred.
“What do you want, princess? Anything you fucking want, it’s yours.” You whimper, your fingers brushing through his hair.
“Come i-inside me, please…wanna feel you-“ Your horny rambling is cut off when Dustin lets out a loud moan, hips pressing flush against you as he fills you up, your words sending him over the edge. You sigh, breath catching at the warmth coating your walls. You pant and try to catch your breath as you continue combing your fingers through his hair. Dustin’s hips slowly start to grind into you again.
“Feel too good, ‘s like you were fucking made for me.” He whispers into your neck, his own words slurring.
“Dustin…” You moan, weakly trying to push him away. “Too much…ah, shit.” You feel tears in your eyes, clouding your vision.
“I told you I wasn’t going to stop…nothing is pulling me away from you. ‘M not stopping until you’re fucking dripping my come, sweetheart.” You shake your head and try to protest, even though you know you don’t really want him to stop. He’s right, it feels too good, and you’ve been deprived of each other for too long.
“I love you.” You whisper as a tear runs down your cheek. Dustin pulls away from your neck to rest his forehead against yours. He kisses away your tear and presses a rough kiss to your lips.
“I love you too, baby.” His pace quickens again, driving into you like his life depends on it…though in a way it sort of does.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : turns out a spark of jealousy can ignite quite a fiery scene later on, when bellamy visits your tent.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : softdom!bellamy x fem,virgin!reader, smut (18+), virginity loss, friends to lovers, possessiveness, jealous!reader, piv, fingering, praise kink, size kink, overuse of pet names, creampie.
𝐰𝐜 : 4k.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : there’s little to no references to the previous part btw!
⟶ part1.
Never in your whole life had you been so close to ripping your ears off as you were now — now that the high-pitched chatter of a group of girls your age seemed to follow you around the camp, tormenting you even more than usual. Sure, you’ve been aware of tidbits of their jabbering for some time — but today, it truly drove you over the edge.
“Wanna bet I score with him before the week ends?” one girl chuckled loudly, the sentence making everyone more lively.
All you could do was listen from the distance and continue the task of skinning meat for dinner. All while the girls made bets on who would get into Bellamy’s pants first.
“Like hell you will. He doesn’t even leave the dropship lately. His nose is constantly in those dumb maps that weird girl draws for him.” another one scoffed.
The previous girl grunted, her eyes rolling dismissively. “She needs to get off his back. It’s getting annoying.”
“You think they fuck?” another wondered out loud.
“If they do, she’s not doing a very good job. Lately he’s been even more tense and snappy than he used to be.” the joke earned a laugh from the rest of the group.
The knife you peeled the meat with left red marks on your palm from how tight you gripped the handle. Emotions swirling within you were nothing like you had ever felt before. Misery settled over you. Misery of your own patheticness.
Suddenly you remembered something. The promise you made yourself at the arrival on this planet. The promise to never get backed into the corner again.
Your whole chest has been burned by how long you held that amount of love for Bellamy hidden. Now, it desperately tried to break free, exponentiated by the adrenaline rush you just endured.
He was your Bellamy. The one who watched you sketch maps of the area with utter respect for your skilled hand. The one whose warm hands showed you how to handle a smoking gun, whose rugged voice softened when adressing you.
The one you adored.
Your heart leaped to him. And you weren’t capable of holding it back any longer.
•
Hours had slipped by faster than you noticed. It honestly was hard to pay attention to anything other than the ongoing battle inside your head. Realizing what time it was already, you stormed out of your tent. The scouting party was supposed to move out any moment now. They were going to search through a new territory of the woods with the help of your newly, carefully sketched maps, that you beared in your hand in the moment.
It was always loud when the hunters gathered. But invariably, there was one voice that managed to pierce through the chaos with ease.
“Alright, we’ll split into trios today to be on the safe side. Roma, Miller and I are gonna have the walkie-talkies, meaning we’re leading the trios.” Bellamy announced, handing the devices to his two most trusted gunners. “Questions?”
The chatter rose up again while teens formed groups of three. You squeezed your way through the crowd to deliver maps to the leaders of the groups. The moment you handed the paper to Roma, a disgustingly familiar giggle reached your ears. Dreading the sight that awaited you, you slowly turned around — only to see that one particular girl, practically frolicking towards Bellamy.
Well, who was she to pass up the opportunity of a lifetime and not join his trio? You watched the scene as Bellamy carelessly agreed to her company, putting a riffle into her hands. Your pulse jumped when her hand grazed his along the way.
Bearing a heavy heart and burning cheeks, you hurried towards him the moment he finally stepped away from the clingy girl.
“There you are. Thought you decided I don’t deserve a map for a moment.” His eyes lit up with familiar warmth the second your silhouette appeared in front of him.
A teasing smile tugged at your lips. “You have my guidance, do not worry.”
“Thanks angel.” Before you could relish in the sound of the nickname on his tongue, he already turned around, his tone turning rough again. “Okay, we’re heading out! Let’s go!”
No. You couldn’t let him go off with her just like that.
“Bell, wait!”
He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. Before he could speak, you stood on tiptoe, clutched his shoulder and lowered him to your level.
And then a sweet kiss got planted on his cheek.
You felt his olive skin heat up beneath your lips in just those two, delicate seconds.
“Be careful.” you breathed with a smile as you slowly stepped away from him.
You actually did it.
“I…I will be,” He grinned, showing off those smile lines you so adored. “Always am.”
Just when you chuckled, a yell rose from the treeline at the exact moment. “Bellamy! Man, you comin’ or what?” Miller’s impatient groan bursted your bubble. It seemed like the whole group was already diving into the darkness of the forest.
The dazed look in Bellamy’s eyes began to fade away. But despite his best efforts to fully snap out of it, his moves stayed giddy, as if he just got slapped. Or softly kissed. “Coming!” he barked back and then turned to you one last time. He couldn’t leave without giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze now, could he?
Your heart was beating so intensely that it rattled your whole chest. He glanced back at you twice before his eyes lost you for good.
You returned to your tent in a haze. For a few minutes you truly were over the moon. That was util the silence settled in. Until you eventually started pacing back and forth in your tent, descending into your usual insecurities.
Did you push it?
Was that weird?
Should you say sorry?
Hours have passed. You were just in the middle of rehearsing your pathetic, carefully considered apology when the sound of the crowd forming outiside sank through the fabric of your tent — a clear sign of the hunting party’s arrival.
The tightening sensation in your throat made a return. You knew it was only a matter of time until Bellamy would pay a visit. He checked up on you every nightfall. Tonight wouldn’t be any different. Unless you disgusted him now…
Yet it soon turned out you didn’t, when you heard a low, familiar grumble from outside.
“Hey, it’s me. Can I…?”
“Y-Yeah, come on in.” you invited him.
Bellamy’s curls sticked out from behind the tent flap, the space growing smaller and hotter the very moment his large frame entered inside.
“Hey,” You masked the nerves that were knotting inside your stomach with a hopefully casual grin. Mentally preparing yourself for the moment of your utter discomfiture. “Everything went alright out there? Were the maps helpful?”
„Yeah. We think we might have found a new hunting area. You did great with them.” his warm voice filled your ears, letting you feast on the sound. You nodded and felt your blood rush at even the smallest praise from him.
The sounds of the camp slowly fell silent. The only thing to be heard now, was his breathing and the hammering of your heart.
A deep breath in and out seemed like a right way to begin what you had planned.
“Bell, listen, about what happened a few hours ago…I just wanted to say I don’t know why I did that, I guess I was just stupidly worried about you and maybe I was a little jealous, but I don’t want to make it seem like–“
“Hey, hey, slow down…” Confusion was painted all over his face now. “Why are you apologizing? Jealous? Jealous of what?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just that…that one girl, who won’t leave you alone, I heard her talking about you all the time and then you were about to go off to the woods with her and…whatever. I don’t know if you know, but all she wants is to just sleep with you. And you know, it’s cool, it’s fine, but I-“
You didn’t get to fully justify yourself.
His lips crashed into yours halfway through another word you tried to utter.
You never truly knew the meaning of time freezing until then.
His palms cupped both your cheeks, smoothing them out with his thumbs during the rushed assault on your mouth. His lips felt even warmer than his hands that he always gently touched you with. They felt better than you ever imagined them to feel when you admired them longingly.
Before you could figure out how to properly return the kiss, he pulled away. With hands still cradling your face the way they would cradle a porcelain doll, his eyes locked with yours desperately, bearing a question within them. Aching for an answer.
He was just about to curse himself for the action — so sudden and inconsiderate — ready to apologize to you. He almost could have thought you were startled… if it wasnt for the way your body gravited forward. Still seeking something.
“Is…is this alright?” he murmured lowly, as if he feared raising his voice even by a bit.
That was the moment you recognized what hunger meant.
You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Your body betrayed you, trembling as it ceased to obey you. All you knew was that you needed him to keep going. You lifted yourself onto your toes and grasped the material of his worn-out jacket, nodding. “Yes. Yeah.”
A quiet, short chuckle rose from his throat as his hands assisted you in your movements. “Alright.” His fingers swept a strand of hair out of your face. A wave of heat rushed through you again when his mouth returned to yours. Even if it was only the second time your lips met — the touch felt like coming home.
The force of the kiss drove you a step backward. Left breathless immediately, you tried to make your lips move in harmony with his, sloppily returning the overwhelming affection. When his tongue entered your mouth, tasting you, parting your lips with a groan, you needed to figure out how to deal with that too. Your body trembled with the amount of love you needed to show him but wasn’t sure how yet. Left dumbfounded.
Bellamy wasn’t an idiot, so he sure didn’t want you to feel like one. Aware of your inexperience, all he wanted was to be good to you. To be what you deserved.
His fingers combed through your hair, sliding down your scalp, your neck, kneading on your skin covered in goosebumps.
Pulling on his curls, sucking on his lips, rubbing your whole body into his was not satisfying enough now. The faint sounds of your worked up whimpers along with your trembling made him pull his lips back just a bit, enough to rest his forehead against yours.
“Relax a bit. What are you shaking so much for, dummy?” the sweet mockery sent a thrill down your spine. Struggling to handle yourself, you nodded and looked deep into his dark eyes. Jesus, he was glancing down at you like you were the only thing on this planet that was worth the warmth of his palms.
“No rush, ‘kay?” his voice lingered on the curve of your neck while his lips tormented the sensitive spot he just found out made you squirm.
Your fuzzy mind didn’t even register when he backed you up towards your sleeping bag. But there you were, surrendering to the way your knees buckled underneath him.
The sheets rustled as he laid you down. You could’ve sworn you saw his brown pupils dilating when he lowered himself on top of you. He made you feel so ridiculously small when his legs caged yours, when his palms covered the entirety of your burning cheeks. You were simply mesmerized by the sheer size of him, here, in your bed.
Your gasps grew louder once his kisses sped up, something almost animalistic blooming in them. Something that you noticed started to take over yourself as well.
His breaths warmed you up everywhere. His mouth worked so damn hard to taste your skin, his saliva covered the edges of your mouth. He stroked your messy hair back once the strands started getting in his way, his hands fondling your head affectionately, then kneading on the back of your neck. They stayed tender. But as tender and careful as they were, they still made the journey downward, sliding down your waist.
That was when his mouth stopped moving. Both of you looked down to where his large palm was spread across your pelvis, the tips of his fingers reverently hooking beneath your shirt. The air was made up of your breaths and gasps merged together as the moment turned static. You both knew what this move would mean. Your eyes locked together felt like an electrifying force either of you refused to stop.
“Can I…?” his voice was so hoarse it made you shiver. You watched him breathe with parted lips and eyes so soft and so wide. He looked worshipful. As if he had something heaven-sent beneath him. Because in that moment, he truly believed he did.
You nodded eagerly, waiting for air to came back into your lungs. “Please. Yes.”
“Thank you, angel,” he murmured pressing a kiss to your stomach, before leaving you bare chested under him with a few smooth moves. “Look at you...” the whisper sank into your skin as his lips took their sweet time appreciating your breasts, alternately with his fingers kneading on them, managing to draw out breathy reactions from your throat. “So beautiful.”
You threw your head back and felt your whole face turn ruby in the sweetest embarrassment you’ve ever felt.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, sweetheart. So good, I promise.”
“Bell…“ Your legs wrapped tight around his waist and as you uncontrollably rubbed yourself against his firm thigh, feeling how embarrassingly wet you had already gotten for him. “Please…”
“I know. I got you,” his lips slid all the way down to your hips, where his hands could get on with getting rid of the rest of your clothes. “I got you. Lift up f’me, baby.” You lifted your lower body immediately. “Mhm, like that, that’s great.” His fingers worked the zipper of your jeans open, sliding them off moments before doing the same to your thin, soaked panties.
Getting more confident, you tugged off his t-shirt, feeling up every inch of his muscled chest you managed to reach, making a fond chuckle escape his throat. Your palm lingered to feel the unnatural hammering of his heart.
“Yeah, no more being shy. No need for that, right?”
“Right.” you whispered and let him brush the words right off your lips with a kiss.
His hands dropped to your thighs. Kneading on them, he carefully forced them open. All while his lips kept peppering soft kisses all over your neck. Wanting to get you relaxed a bit, once he saw how worked up you got.
You peeked down once you felt him approach your sensitive area. Your eyelashes fluttered down, then back up to his gaze.
“Two fingers. That okay, bunny?” he cooed, drawing soothing circles over your leg.
All you could do was nod. Eagerly. Your chest rattled, your legs quivered and parted further. You wholeheartedly needed to give yourself over to him.
He smiled to you reassuringly. You noticed him mouth a silent ‘okay’ before his fingers dragged over the slickness of your folds.
“You’re this excited, baby?” he murmured, his head getting dizzy with how wet you felt.
And then all you felt were his fingers sliding inside you.
You mewled while he circled your clit and worked you open. You tightened around his fingers immediately, so confused about all that sensations, all that pleasure. He pumped them in and out. Slow at first, letting you adjust to the feeling.
“Oh my gosh–“ you sighed into his shoulder. He curled them so deep inside you, causing your hips to involuntarily jerk up.
“Yeah, there? That feel good?” he mouthed into your skin.
“Yes!” you whined.
He kept going, drawing sticky sounds with every faster move of his palm. He needed to show you how the stretch would feel, get you ready if you were to take more than just that.
“Bellamy–” The heat pooling in your stomach was unbearable. Your insides were turning to mush. It was too much. Your body just squirmed, your head falling back when the first orgasm of the night washed over you. With a cry, you came on his fingers.
“There you go, yeah,” He watched you in awe, in utter adoration. Watching your parted lips and red cheeks, listening to your gasps like it was the most beautiful melody. Feeling himself get so painfully impatient, so achingly hard for you. “Do you want more, sweetheart? Somethin’ better? Just tell me if you’re ready.”
Something primal took over your whole body completely, you could barely contain yourself when you nodded desperately, your wide eyes practically pleading to see him inside you. “I…I am. Please, I’m ready.”
“Alright. ‘Kay.” the whisper accompanied the feeling of his vainy hand slowly sliding out of you and making it’s way to his pants. You admired the way his long fingers worked the zipper. The way they revealed his buldged boxers. And finally, the way he freed his heavy cock, reddened, the tip coated with precum.
Your stomach curled at the sight. He…was just so big.
It made you even more nervous. Your widened eyes just followed his movements as he palmed himself swiftly, your stomach sinking at the new sight.
Leaning down to kiss you, he rubbed himself against your folds softly, enough to slide over your cum. Enough to make you twitch, pulling a moan out of you immediately.
“Gonna go slow, alright?” He eased your legs wide open, making room for himself. As he did, he made sure to pamper each of your knees with a kiss. “And you just tell me if it gets too much, yeah? Promise you’ll tell me. Nothin’ to be nervous about.” The way your head kept desperately nodding, told him everything he needed to know.
Your cry filled the tent once he stretched you out. Your slickness coated him, easing his path. You heard him mumble soft apologies into your neck at the sight of your face scrunching in a wave of temporary discomfort.
Your puffy walls clenched around him immediately, making his hips jerk, causing you both to gasp. All you felt was pain and pleasure merging into literal perfection as he finally thrusted himself deep into you.
“I know, I know that hurts a little,” He stroked your cheek, seeing the way you winced. “It’s okay, see? You’re taking me so amazing already,” The feeling of your walls hugging his throbbing cock made groans escape his throat. “You’re so warm, baby,” he panted into your neck, smoothing out your goosebumps-covered skin. “So tight.”
Your pussy gave a sticky sound every time his hips slammed forward. Slow and deep. He buried himself inside you to then drag his whole length back up and sink into you again, hitting that right spot. You mewled and felt your muscles fluttering against him while your nails digged into the freckled skin of his back, attempting to somehow ground yourself.
He couldn’t help but think of how he’d love to listen to the sweet little sounds you made every night, every day, for the rest of his goddamn life.
“Oh, sweetheart, that’s it.” he sighed, voice cracked, as he felt your legs curling around his waist. His dick was hot and throbbing inside you while he kissed you so slowly and so sweetly it was torturous. He was guiding you through sensations you never knew were possible.
A thick pressure deep in your belly made you writhe. When you glanced down, not only did you realize how awfully your thighs have been shaking – you also saw the faint outline of his cock under the skin of your stomach. Something about the sight of him stuffing you full, gave you a primal sense of satisfaction, of pride, of love.
“Yeah, just take it, baby.” You felt his hand trailing down. Firstly, to knead on the swollen area on your lower abdomen. Then, it moved on to your entrance. An embarrassing gasp escaped your throat once his big, soft thumb found your clit again, making you pulse around him uncontrollably. You dropped your forehead on his shoulder, letting your nose dip into the crook of his collarbone.
“I know it’s a lot, baby. You can do it, I know you can.” the praise made you even weaker. “Show me you can do it.”
His moves grew faster, more rushed. You heard his skin slapping against yours all while your ears also picked up the soft whimpers and groans that started to slip more frequently past his lips —sounds so sweet and intimate you straight up thrived on them.
“Bellamy I- I’m gonna–“ you shutted your eyes, disoriented and dazed, overwhelmed by the pleasure that threatened to overflow you.
“Okay, sweetheart just let go. Did so great, now just cum, cum all over me.” he pressed his forehead against yours, his hair tickling your face.
A simple coo from him was enough — with a sinisterly loud cry, you came around him.
His hips buckled when he felt your fluids drip down his thighs, and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer himself. “Where…fuck, where do you–?” he barely formed the rushed question as his head dropped to nestle in the silkness of your hair.
“Inside!” you moaned without any doubt. You knew you had to feel his hot cum spill inside you. You needed him to fill you, truly claim you.
So with one last grind, he finally came inside your walls – the fullness causing your head to spin in ecstasy.
Your covered in sweat bodies remained tangled. Your heartbeats and breaths seemed to blend with one another while you both rode out your highs.
“Everything alright?” he whispered against your lips before tenderly brushing them with his own. “You okay?”
All you could do was nod and send a small smile his way, which he immediately returned.
He stayed buried inside you for a while, embracing you in his warm arms, before he eventually slid out of your folds, leaving you achingly empty, already missing him.
You still felt how stupidly colorful your face must’ve been. Especially now, as you laid on soaked blankets, too overwhelmed to move, becoming aware of the pleasant soreness that took over your thighs. You’ve never felt so vulnerable. But it didn’t scare you. Not when it was with Bellamy by your side, looking down at you with the calmest, most caring look.
With a satisfied sigh, his head dropped downwards while his hand coaxed your delicate legs to part further again. Then, his warm mouth covered your entrance. Your thighs quivered while he planted a delicate kiss over your soaked, swollen cunt.
“You did so great.” the whisper fanned over your skin.
And now there was no doubt — you belonged to one another irrevocably.
Hiya!! Can I request a part 2 on the soldier boy x media reader where we actually get them married and now having kids, either that or somehow once again, reader’s photos she sent to Ben privately or basically Polaroid that the old man dropped accident while pouncing got leaked. They’re basically the new Kim k and Kanye from that video but much more iconic. It’s so weird to not have any new boys episode today…
The Engagement
Ooooh I see the vision and I’m loving it!
I was honestly thinking about a part two for this little drabble so thank you for the request! I let the muses take me and this is really romantic and smutty❤️🔥 Sorry it took me so long but I was making sure it was perfect! I hope you enjoy!🥰
And it really is weird… I miss them already😢 (Warning: fluffy smut, mentions of leaked sex tape ‘The Good Girl Tape’, cursing🔞)
//
The ring was gorgeous.
A gold band with three beautiful diamonds neatly imbedded.
Very traditional.
This was the first time you were on the other side of the media, and who knew it would be to announce your engagement. A PR-engagement, but it still counted.
You’d planned a dozen engagements for Vought over the years. Every smile, every headline, every photo had been carefully crafted—creating a story of two lovers even if the two hated each other behind the scenes. You just never expected to become a part of the story.
Vought’s glamour team went all out for your look: a short, white bodice dress, curled hair with a matching bow, and heels with little pearls on them. Vintage while still being modern.
“You look beautiful, future Mrs. Soldier Boy.” Ben smirked as you met him outside the conference room.
You fiddled with the ring on your finger. “Thank you. Makeup had a hell of a time covering up all those hickies.”
He stood before you, hands clasped in front of him, admiring you with a lopsided smile. “I bet they did.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And yet you’re still marryin’ me.” He took your left hand and kissed your knuckles.
“Don’t start. I still can’t believe they strong armed us into this.” You rolled your eyes, but a playful smile still tugged at the corners of your lips.
He scoffed, “Are you really that surprised?“
You sighed, eyes drifting to his thumb running over your knuckles and ring.
Sage suddenly poked her head out into the hallway. “Show time, love birds.”
Ben turned his attention back to you. Releasing your hand, he offered you his arm. You took a steadying breath before looping your arm through his and resting your hand on his bicep. His boots thumped over the sound of your heels, entering the press conference.
Cameras flashed so many at once it was almost blinding. The flickering lights reflected off the diamonds of your engagement ring. Ben had plastered on a PR smile while you opted for something more sweet. A roar of questions and directions were thrown at you as Ben pulled out your chair. You responded with a kiss on his cheek, sending the cameras into a frenzy.
“The floor is open for questions,” Sage announced, “Uh yeah you. Sweaty guy with the toupee.”
The first few questions were exactly what you’d expected. Vought had approved every one of them, carefully designed to lull the interviewee into a false sense of comfort.
How did you meet?
How’d he propose?
Have you set a date?
Will the wedding be televised?
Are there kids in the future?
You both played the rolls beautifully. Ben was quick with his responses, cracking jokes that made the room chuckle. You fawned and blushed at his crass remarks and little touches. It wasn’t hard to act comfortable with him since he’d had your legs wrapped around his head this morning.
While much of it was staged, parts of the relationship were real.
The passion was definitely real. There was no denying that. But somewhere between the stolen mornings, private jokes, and nights spent tangled together, softer moments had begun to emerge. You wouldn’t call it love, but there was affection. And that was almost more frightening.
“Would he have proposed if the Good Girl Tape never leaked?”
The mood of the room instantly shifted with one sleazy question. It was naive to think no one would ask about it, but you were hoping the engagement would overshadow it.
“Because this smells like damage control.”
You straightened your back to keep from folding into yourself. The hand resting on Ben’s leg tightened around the Kevlar. The spotlight was much hotter when you stood beneath it instead of behind it. Being the ever charismatic asshole he was, Ben pivoted instantly.
“Buddy, you clearly didn’t watch the video. Only thing damaged was that fuckin’ headboard.” He chuckled.
The room erupted in laughter. You faked a blush and laughed. The reporter who’d asked the question wasn’t amused though. He still had more in his arsenal.
“You honestly expect people to believe a guy who’s spent decades bouncing from one broad to the next suddenly wants to settle down?”
The way the reporter spoke to him had your stomach twisting. You’d watched enough of Ben’s old interviews to know he didn’t respond well to mouthy reporters trying to goad information out of him. His word was his word. Take it or leave it. If they didn’t, they were usually met with backhanded comments or insults disguised as jokes. You braced yourself for the inevitable PR nightmare his response would create.
Ben chuckled through his nose, shaking his head. “I believe in that good old-fashioned American dream. Always have. Sure, I sowed some wild oats. And I mean wild. But there comes a time in a man’s life when he wants somethin’ a little more stable.”
Journalists began furiously scribbling out the quote. You could practically see the potential headlines popping up in their brains. When you looked at Ben, he met your eyes with a charming smile before pulling you closer. The chair scraped against the marble floor as your thighs touched. You genuinely blushed as he laid a soft kiss just below your ear.
You couldn’t put into words how shocked you were by his reply. The past few months you had tried to help him in dealing with reporters. It honestly felt like it went in one ear and out the other. But seeing how smoothly he handled this press conference had a warm feeling blooming in your chest.
He was listening.
//
Steam began to fog up the large mirror as the shower ran. You carefully began to unravel the glamour team’s work to wash away the stress of the day. After the press conference, there were numerous photoshoots that were absolutely draining. By the end of it, you thought about writing an apology letter to every couple you put through this bullshit.
You removed the bow from your hair, discarding it on the marble counter, before working on your jewelry. Ben appeared behind you in the mirror, quietly studying your reflection. Burly hands rested on your shoulders before he reached down and let his lips trail along your neck. Goosebumps rippled across your skin at his scratchy beard and soft lips.
He’d been quiet since coming back to his penthouse—out of the ordinary for a man who loved to hear the sound of his own voice. His hands shift to the zipper at your back, slowly releasing your body from the white dress.
You caught the glint of the diamond ring in the bathroom light, realizing you still hadn’t taken it off. The last piece of the facade left to remove before tomorrow. You began twisting the ring around your finger, preparing to slide it free.
“Leave it.”
You flicked your eyes back to his in the mirror. “What?”
“Your ring. Leave it.” He spoke firmly, though his voice remained quiet as he pushed the straps of your dress from your shoulders.
You felt your heart give an unexpected flutter. “W-Why?”
He shrugged. “Humor me.”
The ring stayed. Your dress pooled around your feet for you to step out of, leaving you only in your lacy white bra and panties.
He gently scoffed as you turned and faced him. “They really went all out.”
“Are you really that surprised?” You shrugged.
He chuckled, staring at you with a soft smirk, his hair falling over his eyes. Your gaze traveled the expanse of his naked chest down to his tight boxers. Hands roamed to hold you by the hips as yours rested on his chest.
“You’re quiet,” you stated.
Once again, he shrugged it off. “Just tired, doll. Haven’t had to do press like that since Payback’s ‘Say No to Drugs’ campaign.”
It was your turn to scoff. “Yeah, because you’re the poster boy for sobriety.”
He rolled his eyes. “I was high as a kite filmin’ that shit. Now…do I get to shower with my lovely fiancée, or ya leavin’ me with blue balls?”
You responded by reaching behind and unclasping your bra, discarding the lace between you two. Ben bit his lip as his eyes drank in your nipples pebbling in the cold air. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to yours—not urgent or rough, but soft.
Your lips moved together, savoring the kiss. He trailed his lips from your mouth to your neck. Ben fell to his knees as he kissed a path from your collarbone down toward your hips, fingers grasping the waist band of your panties. You shivered and ran your fingers through his hair as he pulled the lace to bunch around your ankles.
He kissed the top of each thigh, each hip, peering up at you with a mischievous smile.
“I thought Soldier Boy didn’t kneel for anyone.”
He scoffed, kissing above your navel. “I only kneel for good pussy, baby.”
You both laughed.
He stood, and you grabbed the elastic of his boxers, pushing them down to the floor. You took his hand and guided him into the warmth of the waiting shower.
Steam enveloped you both as he wrapped an arm around your waist. You stepped beneath the stream of water, tilting your head back to wet your hair. Ben simply watched, his hands drifting from the dip of your waist to the curve of your hips.
It was his turn. The man gently shifted your stance, stepping beneath the spray. Your hands couldn’t keep from wandering across his chest as he tipped his head back, letting the water beat against his skin. You found yourself admiring how your ring glinted against his chest. A relaxed sigh left his throat as he ran his fingers through his wet hair, slicking it out of his eyes before turning his attention back to you.
While you were used to his eyes being dark and dangerous, filled with lust and debauchery, they held something different. Still desire, but there was a new softness underneath. The hunger was still there but, not nearly as savage as before.
You didn’t have time to admire him for long before he pressed his lips to yours, softly capturing your mouths together once again. His tongue slipped against yours with a sort of reverence you didn’t know he possessed. He tasted of spearmint gum and a hint of whiskey—a far cry from his usual flavor of weed. Your hands slid up his wet chest to wrap around his neck.
Strong hands slid across your body, touching every available part of you. And honestly? There wasn’t a part of you he hadn’t explored, but this felt different. It felt like he was memorizing every dip and curve, savoring the moment. Suddenly, he gripped the back of your thighs and pulled you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.
Your back met the cold tiles of the shower wall causing you to gasp and arch into him. Ben chuckled and smirked into the kiss but never broke it. His hard on sat snuggly against your center. Your mouths still moved together as your fingers slipped into his hair. The band of your ring pressed against the back of his neck, sending an unexpected thrill through him.
Every time he felt it against his skin, he couldn’t stop the swell of pride in his chest.
It was nice.
Strangely.
He smirked against your mouth. “Hope you like that ring. Cost me a fuckin’ fortune.”
You smiled. “Didn’t Vought pay for it?”
Ben broke the kiss, brushing his nose against yours. “Yeah, but I picked the son of a bitch.”
You pulled away enough to give him a surprised look.
He raised an unserious eyebrow. “What? I wasn’t gonna let people think Soldier Boy is some a cheap asshole.”
You didn’t press further, pulling him back into a kiss. He moaned into your mouth as your hand drifted lower, and whatever teasing remark he had been preparing died on his tongue when you took him in your hand. You pressed his tip against your waiting entrance, and he swallowed your gasp as he pressed his hips forward.
“Oh…fuck.” He moaned.
You whimpered when he was fully seated inside.
For a moment, everything was still. Both breathing each other’s air, basking in the intimacy. The first slow roll of his hips had you pulling his lips to yours. Every thrust was measured and precise. His finger tips dug into the meat of your thighs and ass while his body kept you pinned to the wall. Your legs tightened around his waist with every brush of his tip against your sweet spot.
The pleasure sparked along your nerves like electricity. One hand remained tangled in his damp hair as the other traveled to grip his shoulder. Your body tried to meet his movements halfway, but Ben seemed determined to do all the work himself. You should have been afraid he’d slip and fall, but you weren’t in the slightest.
Your head fell back against the wall with a loud moan, nails digging into his shoulder as your rolling hips instinctively sought more. His mouth shifted to your neck, sucking and nibbling little marks into the skin. Feeling your nails press into his shoulder, he reached for your hand. As he brought it into view, the ring glimmered beneath the spray.
You watched through hooded eyes as he pressed his lips to your palm, fingertips brushing his bearded cheek. He laced your fingers to pin them to the wall above your heads. The pace never faltered, only increased when the telltale signs of your peak became apparent.
You nuzzled your face to his as you whined and moaned. Ben moved from your neck and pressed his wet forehead to yours, thrusting into you harder as you clenched around him. A groan bubbled from his throat and he squeezed your hand tighter, staying off his own pleasure until you had fallen apart.
“I’ve got you, doll.” He huffed. “Let me feel it.”
“B-Ben…” You panted as the feeling curled your toes. “…baby.”
The coil began to unwind—your eyes rolled back, body beginning to tremble, a long drawn out moan falling from your lips. He never stopped, thrusting into your contracting walls and drawing out the pleasure until he couldn’t hold on. His lips smashed to yours as he tipped over the edge with a final harsh snap of his hips.
Your bodies still moved in tandem until oversensitivity had you hissing and squirming. There you both stayed, pinned to the wall, lips swollen, trying to catch your breaths. Ben’s grip on your hand had loosened enough for you to slip free of his grasp and cup his cheek.
You couldn’t help but stare at him—his strong feature, beautiful green eyes, and cheeks tinted pink just like his lips. You would have worried about the state you were in if he wasn’t looking at you in that way. Before he could say anything, you gently pressed your lips to his and held him close. For a moment, neither of you needed words.
❝happy mother's day, dear.❞ gp!toph x fem!reader x aang.
wc: 9.7k+ || in which; aang planned surprises for you to celebrate mother's day. and to make up for months of them neglecting your needs. only for toph to ruin it all by giving in to your whims. aang isn't surprised. toph may be an enabler. she still thinks it's the best mother's day they've given yet.
please read the content warnings below before proceeding.
content warnings: 18+ MDNI. pure, filthy smut heavily taking inspo from jjk fandom xreader authors. timeline is wonky, but imagine a bit more modern atla. 2nd person pov. with a focus on the reader's perspective. gp!toph. disappointed aang. but it's mother's day so ur forgiven. THREE's a crowd-SUM. english is not my first language, grammar mistakes are either unintentional or for descriptive purposes. i'm also not a mother so i have no idea what i'm doing LOL. makeout. cunn!l!ngus, f!nger!ng, tongue fck!ng, light? pü$$y talk, all r! receiving. some wlw action first. eventual dp! both raw, please wrap it before you tap it though. tümmy bülges hehe. object!f!cat!on. loss of consciousness from the reader (still consensual but read at your own risk). aang can't decide whether to praise or get mean. aang curses whaaat. creamp!e. clearly a breed!ng k!nk from everyone. edg!ng. overst!mulat!on. a lot of stops and interruptions. marathon sëx :)). this is really self-indulgent. unrealistic sëx. reader is a non-bender mom of four. happy fucking mother's day y'all. this is how su yin was conceived ig. this is so LENGTHY bro. rushed ending cause I NEEDED THIS OUT. more notes at the end. CROSSPOSTED IN AO3. may have missed some stuff. apologies in advance.
as a mother of four—it was hardly surprising that you're busy. yes, to avoid the harmful dynamics that you see in most families, your family preaches healthy family dynamics that wouldn't leave you as the sole one parenting. but still, your family has been VERY busy the past few months. mainly because you're the wife to two of the greatest benders in the world. really, within those years you’ve been together, you’ve reached some kind of equilibrium with them. but, of course, there will be times when both of them are hit with workload simultaneously that leaves you juggling your own work and the kids. busy to the point that you have to go months without release, tension building up under your composed and professional front, under those friendly smiles you give the parents at your kids’ school.
apparently, having both the avatar and the greatest earthbender as spouses weren’t without challenges. the fifteen year and ongoing affair that swept the whole of the earth by their feet.
it was unfair, they cried. well—their fans. how could you please two opposites with such ease? how was it possible for someone like you—a weak non-bender—have such greed? and why did the both of them let themselves get chased and chained down by you?
they were asking the wrong questions.
because, as far as you were concerned, you didn't do any chasing.
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you swallow, throat dry, stirring awake. and you sit up abruptly, noticing the unmistakable light of day that indicates the late morning turning almost noon. it's bright already! the kids—
“good morninggg,” a feminine voice drawls beside you, voice still thick with sleep. toph beifong. wife.
“why didn't you wake me!?” you snap—turning towards a lounging toph who looks much too pleased for a non-morning person—but it was void of real anger. just the anxiety of a mother who has a thirteen year old son, a seven year old daughter, and a set of twins—a five year old boy and girl. who, if you remember correctly—and you have impeccable memory—should all be at school! they’re supposed to go camping with their uncle zuko and grandpa iroh after!
she's on her side, wearing only her sports bra and the sheets covering up most of her legs—goddamn those abs. you can’t see the imprint of her arousal, if there is any. but you’ve woken up enough times to know she gets morning wood frequently. often, you’re the outlet for her. which started because you consented to it enthusiastically.
her muscles are exposed to your scrutiny. her teasing face, cloudy eyes half-lidded in that expression you’re familiar and intimate with, resting on top of her palm—elbow dipping into the soft mattress—those biceps bulging. her hair is free from their binds, somehow still silky even with the bed head she clearly has taken on from her sleep. even with her in her mid thirties… she looks just as fucking tantalizing when she got you pregnant. the thought igniting a higher burn that never goes away when you're around her—always low grade and aware of her movements.
the edge of her lips quirks up, you’re sure she must have picked up the change in your body language, her voice is hushed and airy, reverent, “sunshine… happy mother's day,” she shifts and so do the sheets, exposing her gray sweatpants. she proceeds to roll over and it gives you enough time to glimpse her shadowed erection, and then she's straddling you. her weight is a welcome heaviness against your body. her arousal is a tricky thing, infecting you as your body reacts the way a muscle memory does, your sex pulsing from the sheer anticipation of something you’re still unsure you will even get. thank god you're wearing your silk pajamas. her hands come to rest on your shoulders, her thumb starting to dig around in an attempt to massage you—fuck that feels good. her body flushed against you, you feel her clothed cock’s warmth through the barriers in between your skin.
you compose yourself immediately, though. your hands coming up to rest on her bare waist. her skin is cold where yours runs hot.
“toph, this isn't funny, the kids!”
“yes—our kids, the ones that aang has just taken to school?” she answers, continuing to massage the knots on the junction of your neck and shoulders. she rolls her hips and you hear her breath hitch as she puts pressure on her throbbing morning wood. must have been muscle memory too.
then she’s back to being cool and collected and in control, “my mama’s been so stressed, ya got a lotta tension ‘round here…” she seems too concentrated on massaging you to be bothered by your worries, her face inches from yours.
you resist the urge to melt, “toph—” your grip on her surprisingly supple skin tightens, your own fingers digging into her, your movements jostling her further against you and you swear you feel her dick jump from that littlest stimulation.
“shhh, i know. we've been neglecting you, huh? my poor mama, taking care of our kids so well… let aang and i take care of you, hm?”
the angle is awkward with her still absent-mindedly massaging the back of your neck, but her aim is true and practiced when she starts to leave open mouthed kisses on your jaw. she hears your breath falter, your heart thumping louder and you feel her smile deepen against your wet skin.
“are you sure the kids—” she nips your skin lightly before you finish your sentence.
“yes, sweetheart. everything was done already, so, trust us with this one, yeah?” her breath is warm against your skin, words a vibration against your flesh. and because toph can’t bear having her lips off of your skin too long, she’s back to lapping saliva ridden kisses on your neck, you subconsciously move to give her more skin to work with. she quickly finds the spots that get you all mushy and breathy and weak. all thoughts about the kids leave you then and there.
you feel your stomach squeeze from hunger, gurgling with a noise meant to embarrass you but doesn't, “ah—toph… at least give me some breakfast—” you try to argue, weakly nudging her away using the grip you have on her waist, and she tuts dismissively in the middle of sucking a hickey into the sensitive skin under your jaw. you feel the temperature change when she reluctantly removes herself from chomping down into your neck. a frustrated huff leaving through her nose.
“ugh… right… breakfast….” the frown taking form in her face is clearly mirrored in her irked sounding voice, “fuck, i forgot…” she truly seem dismayed, like she went against an agreement she had made. with herself or with aang, you do not know. her ministrations on your shoulder have stopped and you don’t remember when she did. then, she rakes her right hand through her hair. you’re concerned, she rarely gets this serious. much less disappointed in herself.
then, she’s getting up and off of you, dragging herself off of the alaskan king sized bed—which, yes, is low on the floor in favor of toph’s need to be close to the concrete flooring. your eyes follow her, and she offers a hand to you from where she stands, eerily accurate for someone blind, “c’mon baby, gotta get energy into you, then do the surprise thing before i fuck you into oblivion,” you gape at her, a bolt of pleasure jolting through your spine. god, has it been that long?
“hope i didn’t ruin your morning,” she grumbles as she caringly takes your hand, helping you up to your feet and off the sleeping area. she wraps her arms around your waist and hoists you, causing you to wrap your legs around her hips, her sweatpants soft on your skin. she immediately gets on walking towards the kitchen.
the swift transition into carrying you causes you to get dizzy for a split second. a string of unconscious, worried whimpers pulling out of your throat, “ah—!”
and you scramble with your hand clutching on her arms and muscular forearms before wrapping your arms around her neck, making sure her hair doesn’t get pinched in between, “ruin? toph, you haven’t carried me like this in a few months…” you pout, settling yourself around her, she squeezes her arms around your waist tighter, and you feel her muscles ripple against you… goddamn. the space between your thighs feels like a waterpark already. if toph can smell your arousal, she doesn’t tease about it. she normally does. you’ve been together long enough for her to know your distinct scent with her heightened senses. and you’ve been together long enough to experience the relentless teasing she gives whenever a chance presents itself.
you stare at her face, eyebrows slightly crunched together in focus. there’s this tension under her collected exterior that you can sense. covered up by her sheer will of wanting to make you feel loved and taken care of before taking care of you in another way. you’d feel inadequate if aang and toph only do this during mother’s day or other events, but they don’t. they spoil you as frequently as they can. you carried both their children and will probably carry more—least they can do is pamper you. their needs always come second to yours.
she exhales through her lips, trying to actually calm herself in all respects. she doesn’t want to be selfish, especially now. even when her own need is killing her and poking your damn thighs. you can read everything with the ease of someone who knows the back of their hand, “i know, i’m sorry—hn!”
her hold on you falters for just a second, and she stops walking as you slam your lips with her, your tongue immediately tracing the slit of her lips. she gives in the moment she feels the muscle on her. you make out with her with a fervor unsuitable for someone who wants to be pampered first. your tongue and hers tangled as you swallow each others’ sounds, saliva trickling from the edge of both of your lips. everyone seems to be wet today.
she grunts and hisses as she leans back, snapping the string of connecting mucus that made everything a mess, “brat, what’s the point of asking for breakfast if you’re going to eat my face?” she huffs, her face a master of indignation.
she resumes on walking, before settling you on the island in the middle of your big kitchen. caging you and trapping you as she sets her forearms onto the island to bracket your ass. she leans her face up close and personal into yours, her warmth and breath a steady radiation against yours.
“what? i can’t taste-test my dessert?” she can’t see your pout so you exaggerate the tone of your whiny voice. your fingers find the nape of her neck, and you pull and play with the sensitive hairs on it. she shudders but keeps her composure.
“no, i don’t want you to spoil your appetite,” she smirks, her unseeing eyes pointed somewhere in the middle of your face.
then, just like that, all of the warmth from her body is gone as she moves away to get whatever aang had cooked up for breakfast. you sigh, frustrated, as you lean forward and settle your knuckles against the cool surface of the marble under you, already missing her in a way that feels like a hole was left unfilled. even though she’s literally in the same room as you.
“aang made waffles and they taste good, the usual. they’re warm ‘cause he made them before they left the house. i already ate an earlier batch before i slept again,” you hear some shuffling from behind you. and then she's back to you to carry you onto a stall, your limbs finding their way to secure you against her again. she sits you onto a seat with gentleness you're not a stranger to.
“eat up, we've got plans for you,” she says as she settles beside your stool, one of her hands finding your right shoulder before she precisely tucks some stray strands of your hair behind your ear. so sweet that if a stranger with basic knowledge of toph beifong saw it—they would think the woman beside you is a doppelganger.
“well, gee, that doesn't sound ominous at all,” you hit back, while you examine the perfect waffles that aang has made. it's the same as what he would usually make. so far, nothing was special about the day except that you didn't wake up first. but it shows the love you deserve to be given. being shown special love just for a day feels like an excuse to treat women badly for the rest of the year. you pick up your fork and start to cut away a piece to eat.
toph chuckles—and you squirm in your seat, thighs rubbing each other, “good, ‘cause, it's supposed to be,” she reaches over again and ensures your hair doesn't get in your face as you feed yourself. it took her a while to get accurate at that, but now, it's unnerving with how she moves around you like she can see. she loves you so much. and it's turning you on just as much.
it doesn't take long for you to finish breakfast, and before you even make a move to put it into the sink—toph does it for you, practically swatting your hands away, “aang does everything today, no buts,” she turns around from the sink, crossing her arms over her chest, the bulge of muscles under that supple skin visible. no, fuck surprises. fuck showers. you'll do the chasing if you have to.
the consuming thoughts of need and want shifts the mood in the air. there's no way she doesn't feel the change. you make your way to her with a barely concealed hunger, practically vibrating with lust. you stand inches from her, her fingers digging hard into her biceps like it's taking her everything not to pounce on you then and there. the thought blooms an actual ache between your thighs. she says your name in warning and her voice is strained, “don't even try.”
DON'T EVEN TRY!?
you grab both of her biceps with both hands, and with surprising strength, you drag her back to your shared bedroom. she stumbles, but doesn't resist. she grunts your name in warning again, more strained this time, “i swear—”
and bounce! as you push her onto the bed and you proceed to climb her like a tree, settling on straddling her hips and immediately sitting onto her hard on with your core—both your moans practically harmonizing. she slams her hands on your hips to keep you from grinding down.
“you done?” shit… were they that serious about today? you're the mother here, you're supposed to get what you want.
“no!” you protest with a whine, “fuck the surprises, please—i need—”
“and you think you can handle a disappointed aang? i don't want to experience the avatar's chastising again,” she scorns up at you, but her breathing is as heavy as yours and you can feel her cock throb under you, practically—definitely thrumming your name. your skin feels clammy and hot against the restricting fabric of your pajamas. you want them off.
“it's not like you're the one he'll chastise!” you start to unbutton your top, needing the relieving feeling of sweaty skin hitting cool air—toph fumbles before catching your hands in a hold that surprises you.
“i am! i'm the one responsible for making sure the surprise goes smoothly—” you interrupt whatever she's trying to say with a whine and another grind on her pulsating cock, taking advantage of the fact that your hips aren't restricted anymore. she bucks up involuntarily, groaning. her clothed, rock-hard cock rubbing your entrance, blood rushes to your head, that familiar buzz in your brain from prolonged need nearing its fever pitch. you feel like you’re in a desert and toph is your oasis.
“you're trouble—sunshine,” her voice enters that rough and airy register, and she pushes your hands out of the way to feel through your buttons and undo them herself. you let out a sigh of relief. cool air touching your skin like some kind of mercy to your delirious hunger.
“still your wife,” you exhale.
“aang's going to do the punishment, not me,” she yanks onto the very last button, frustrated when it didn't come undone on her first try, and she shoves your silk top off your shoulders, “off, now.”
toph, at the moment, thinks fuck the damn surprise as well. there's a more pressing matter now.
you oblige, shrugging it off as her lightly calloused hands immediately cup your tits, her rough touch cooling your already flushed skin and you whimper, “yes—use the fact that it was him that gave in the last time you planned a surprise—fuck—” she rolls your nipples between her fingers, pulling on it until your back arches in response, crying out. you observe her from where you are, cataloguing your own effects on her body. her chest is heaving, her lips in that little smirk, eyes-half lidded and looking somewhere to the left of your head. her hair is a messy halo around her head, the dark strands spilling onto the pillow and the untidy duvets.
“what can we do? you’re just a needy little thing…” she coos as her hands now glide from your tits to your waist and onto your hipbones to take off your pajama shorts. you huff as you take them off yourself. then, you settle on top of her cock again, the gray sweatpants now with a dark spot. your hands prop yourself up from her shoulder.
“you’re one to talk,” you roll your hips, your own sodden panties rubbing on her sweatpants to create delicious friction. her hands fly to your hips to assist your grinding, her hips rising to meet yours. her fingers start to play with the edge of your panties, thumbs caressing your skin. overwhelmed by your engulfing heat, she groans—back arching as she throws her head back, exposing her neck. you lick your lips and swoop in, mapping your tongue from her collarbones up to her jaw. you nip at her skin, leaving little bites and licking to soothe them after. she lets out little grunts—happy you're still staking claim by marking her skin despite the fact that you've been married for more than a decade.
“and you’re supposed to be taking that damn shower and letting me pamper you,” she says distractedly. you know her mind is filling up with things she could do to you instead as she bucks up in time with her pulling your hips down. you can feel your panties drenched, if it was drenched before, it sure as hell is flooded between your thighs now.
“yet here we are,” you murmur as you suck a big hickey on the spot behind her jaw and below her right ear, she lets out a soft groan, her hands relocating to your legs, her thumb circling the soft skin on the meaty insides of your thighs.
“fuck, you’re wet,” she chuckles into the air, proud. but she doesn’t move her thumb any further up, dragging out the sexual frustration you’ve been going through the past months.
“then do something about it!” you wail into her ear, grinding harder on her cock. she lets you set the pace, even pulling you harder against her. one touch from her bare hands will probably make you cum.
“oh, i will,” she starts to manhandle you, her hold on your inner thighs tight enough to bruise, not bothering to explain—until your clothed cunt is sitting on her upper chest. your breathing stutters. your hands snapping up to clutch the headboard for support. her hands drift until they’re holding the underside of your thighs—and with another heave, you’re met with her eager mouth—her avid tastebuds licking a stripe from the bottom of your pussy up until where she’s sure your clit must be, under that heavily damp strip of fabric. you jerk from the feeling, woozy from the sudden pleasure after months of none. but your senses register the unmistakable silk that's her hair under your legs and you scramble to make sure none of it gets pinched under your knees during the upcoming activities. god where are her hair ties…
she groans again uncaring if her scalp felt the burn of her hair getting pinched because of your current position, “tastes just as good,” and her fingers are exploring—trying to find the edge of your panties that are sticking to your steadily leaking cunt—and when they do, they pull, and pull it aside and then she riiiiips it and sure enough, you’re finally bare.
you don’t care at that point, those weren’t a special pair, and toph does this frequently enough that you always make sure she knows if it's an important one before committing to it. with the heat between your thighs finally fully exposed to the air, toph lets in a filthy inhale, your scent intoxicating like the alcohol aang doesn't want to drink, “smells like mine,” before licking her lips and smooching your engorged clit, making your thighs clamp around her head—which of course her other hand prevents from crushing her head, “poor li’l pearl, been neglected as well, hm?”
“like me—”
then she fully sits you on her mouth, making you keen, back arching and hips moving with her dewy licks. her bruising grasp on the underside of your left thigh tightens and you whimper. even filthier sounds come from between your legs as she sways her head side to side, zig fucking zagging her tongue with it. her spittle splashing everywhere between the two of you. she sucks and nibbles at your clit and you feel your hole quiver and flutter around nothing.
“heh… a li’l teasing got you like this?”
you take your left hand to shove her face deeper into your cunt instead of retorting, her left hand coming up to glide her fingers through your soaked slit with her tongue, you throw your head back when she pries at your clit again.
“fuck—look at ‘er, so damn wet—practically asking for my cock—” she can’t even decide whether to pussy talk or to shut the fuck up and pleasure you like she’s the one getting pleasured.
it doesn’t take long for her to part your folds to make room for her sodden ring finger and middle finger to circle your entrance—your hips slowing their movements, you whine when she doesn’t enter you, “say please,” she snickers, wanting to string out your heady frustration.
you sob, much more frustrated and not at all enjoying this game, “please, toph—fuuu-wah—” she doesn’t let you finish your pleading and she plunges her fingers knuckle deep—your walls giving way and clamping down onto her fingers. the ridges on the inside of your pussy are so saturated and slippery and ready.
it feels so uncomfortable—that initial pinch that doesn't necessarily hurt turning into pleasure with just a flick of her tongue against your glazed, fluttering entrance and swollen clit. your noises a symphony with the squelching sounds of her fingers rubbing your insides. she proceeds to practically unhinge her maw to sluuuurp up all of your juices that run down her hand, “fuck—fuck—wan’ this ‘round my dick, sweetheart… gonna give you more babies… give you more mother's days—”
“yes—yes—”
and she shuts up again, fighting with her fingers for a chance at your pussy, wanting her tongue in as well—and with a few swivels of the muscle—she groans as it joins her fingers. the vibrations doing something mind-altering to your brain, she chuckles deliriously against you, and you get even dizzier. she's enjoying your reactions like she'd just conquered something great, her saliva making the area between your thighs and her face more and more and more wet.
your eyes roll back, your pussy quivering and pulsing around her appendages—your hips humping down to meet the thrusts of her fingers and tongue. you feel that coil in your belly—familiar and welcome and like a friend you haven't seen in months.
toph tuts, “no cumming yet, be good,” like she wasn't the delirious one needing to fit her fingers and tongue in one go—you sob as she finally finds your g-spot, your walls fluttering and tightening around her fingers and tongue. your hips stuttering in their momentum, thighs wanting to close around her head. of course, she works you open, your thigh with her other hand and cunt with three appandages to prepare you for her gigantic fucking cock.
“please, toph, i can't anymore—been so long,” you sob, feeling tears prickle your eyes, her fingers and tongue aren't cutting it anymore. the itch inside your pussy is deeper and worse and it's greedy.
“exactly, it's been so long! needa prepare you—can’t you hear what's wrong with your sentence?” her dripping and salivating tongue enters again, slithering around her fingers that are still bullying your g-spot with bruising efficiency, doing the come hither motions—clawed in a way that would cramp a normal human if done for an extended amount of time. but this is not a normal human between your thighs, no? you cry out, overwhelmed, practically tasting your orgasm.
your hips grind up and down her mouth, that damn coil in your belly now inescapable, you try to warn toph, “please—i’m sorry—”
but she stops, pulling everything out of your slick walls. and pulling your thighs off her to hover a few inches above where you want to sit using a singular hand from her, and you sob from frustration, “fuck you!”
she only laughs, licking her fingers that were once inside you. her face is soaked, some of her spittle ran down the side of her lips doooown her neck, next to the wetness that came from your weeping cunt. she looks smug as she licks her equally wet—red—lips. you both feel your juices drip from your entrance and onto her neck as well—you’d be embarrassed if you weren't too deep in your need.
“that's what i was doin’, until you disobeyed me… i thought i trained you well enough…” she had the gall to sound disappointed in you? IT'S MOTHER'S DAY!
“uh-oh…” she says noncommittally out of nowhere, whatever direction this was going suddenly derailed by what she hears. oh no…
you hear the front door open and your body reacts before your mind fully catches up—aang’s home.
his sing-song voice comes sounding through from the entrance of the house, your name sang in a way that meant he's expecting you NOT currently in the position you're in with toph. you scramble to get decent at least, but toph restricts you. she shoves her now saliva slicked fingers back as she clutches your thigh again—resuming where you both left off. your hands find her scalp and you pull, she moans from the pain, enjoying the burn.
shit. you can't even bring yourself to fight. your body gives in as fast as your mind does, sensitive and high strung—your walls feel swollen and raw from her previous finger-fucking. you moan louder than you should have—the bedroom door was left open and you hear aang's steps haste.
“toph!” his voice sounds alarmed—she doesn't stop, in fact, she speeds up and hits your g-spot harder—movements intense to get you back to the edge again.
your cunt flutters and without warning, she pushes you through. your back arches and seizes, your thighs clenching hard and your walls harder, your juices flooding toph’s mouth and she driiiinks it all up, slurping and sucking and licking your clit. her fingers fuck you through your high even as your tightening depths make it hard to push in and out. you ride her face and finger as you cry out, you don't remember when the tears started, “—ah—hah—hng—toph—” you loosen your grip on her hair, shuddering from your tapering high. mildly aware of aang staring a hole through your back from behind you.
you sniffle and dare to peek at him, “‘m sorry…” you apologize. he looks disappointed, but it shatters when he sees your tears, wet lashes clumped together, reddened eyes and guilty-ridden voice. your breath stutters and flutters as you chase oxygen back into your lungs, toph's fingers still inside you, just caressing your walls like she doesn't want to part yet.
“welcome home, avatar,” her voice is taunting. as if she wasn't responsible for preparing you for a romantic dinner. you mean, someone did have a meal… not you, though.
“toph. i thought we talked about this,” his voice is raspy and only now did it dawn on you the scent of sex in the air. potent and utterly provocative to the avatar's nose.
“what? either you're gonna join us or not join us. either way, no mother will be getting her surprise dinner tonight,” she emphasizes the point by digging her fingers deeper into your heat, you jolt, sensitive. is it a good time to mention that whenever you have sex like this, it takes hours to finish? mostly ‘cause they bring you to your high multiple times and would fill you up so much—which is a no brainer as to why you got knocked up thrice and probably will again.
“you're both insufferable,” aang huffs but starts to make his way to both of you, “not one of you has the patience to wait until after dinner?” he settles on the edge of the bed, eyes analyzing the entirety of the scene in front of him.
the obvious, now bigger, moistened spot on toph’s sweatpants. did she cum just from eating you out? probably.
the tattered pieces of your panties strewn all over the bed, some pieces stuck to toph’s hair. some on the duvet. some now on the floor.
your trembling hands still grabbing onto toph’s scalp—but not tight.
toph’s fingers are still inside you, not quite moving but a presence you can’t ignore either.
there’s wetness drying on toph’s face that’s plastered with a much too self-satisfied smirk. a mix of your release, slick and toph’s saliva down her chin and neck and consequently, your thighs.
your pussy lips engorged and red—still leaking of essence that toph would do anything but put to waste—wrapped around toph’s fingers and fluttering from the attention of both benders on you.
you really should be guilty, you just feel sheepish.
you feel aang's pointed look trace your tear-streaked face, flushed and sweaty.
his eyes a heavy weight when he finds the hickeys toph left on your neck.
“patience? we’re talking about your wife, avatar. patience is not in her vocabulary,” your walls unconsciously clamp down onto her fingers, pulling her deeper, “see? even her pussy agrees,” she chuckles as she squeezes your thigh, rubbing skin that would soon bloom a bruise.
“hey!” you bark down at her.
“whaaaat? fine—our dearest wife!”
“enough. i get it, i lost control the last time you planned a surprise—”
“this isn't about you, avatar,” toph jeers, “don't you get it? the last thing the wife wants is a fancy dinner. i'm pretty sure both of us haven't had time in months to take care of her like this,” it's not everyday that toph would have a sound reasoning like that. you don't speak, and let them work the underlying issue on their own.
then aang sighs, and the sound of fabric shuffling reaches toph’s and your ears. your eyes tracking her as her frown transforms into another self-satisfied smirk, “fine,” and you feel huge, calloused hands manhandle your waist from behind you, toph’s fingers leaving your inner walls with a nasty squelch, more of your slick dripping and dropping on the bed—toph lets out a saddened whine at the waste.
the world is a blur and below you is aang now, looking up at you with a mix of guilt and disappointment. his eyebrows scrunched worried when he sets you down onto his robe-covered cock, your wet heat rubbing onto the fabric and you moan—aang swallows his grunt. his enormous hands and long fingers soothing your tender hips, he looks empathetic, at least, knowing how unintentionally rough toph can be on her own. your hand rests on his, holding onto them to ground yourself from the unbearable need still aching between your legs.
“i really am sorry, dear, the spirits—” he gets interrupted.
“—have been—” toph interjects, but you push through and acknowledge his apology.
“i know, aang, it’s okay. and i’m sorry—”
“—restless. we know! now get onto prepping her before i lose my shit,” toph settles behind you, hands fondling with your tits—you see her pair of sweatpants and saturated boxers next to a pillow on the side of the bed—and you feel something hot, hard and moist poke your ass.
aang looks frustrated from her rude interruption, “well then, why don't you do it? since you seem to be so impatient?” he glares at a spot behind you—presumably at toph. but it makes you want to be obedient.
“your fingers are bigger than mine—duh! i thought we'd established that before!”
aang closes his eyes to compose himself. but once he opens them and meets yours, your eyes are soft, your lips formed in an apologetic smile and you shrug. you're still deep in the haze of your lust, but you understand how frustrated aang must feel right now. he gives you a weak smile and he turns his right hand to grasp your left one, intertwining them. your ring a cool thing pressing on his fingers. a tactile reminder of your vows. they're as tired as you are. but you've been caring for the kids and the guilt must be weighing down on him. after all, you made it clear you wouldn't want kids with absent partners. and you had four with them.
he pulls you until you're leaning over him at an angle—toph follows with a grunt, “a little warning!”
“you don't get any after that stunt,” his left hand travels from your hip to your soaked, tacky inner thighs.
“whatever!” toph races him and pries open your folds with her forefinger and ring finger from behind. her slippery cock sliding against the outer side of your left leg, leaving a trail of her precum to cool on your skin. three pairs of limbs just—entangled and working with each other somehow.
“i thought you said my fingers are bigger?”
“like this pretty pussy can't take more?” toph leers, circling your entrance again just as aang's thumb finds your clit and lightly rolls it. you shudder, already getting wet again.
and just like that, toph slides her fingers home with a sigh, aang following with just his middle finger, your walls clamping on both of them tightly. with how much they banter, the coordination and rhythm they have to make sure you're ready for both of them is shocking. though not anymore after years of this.
you pretty much black out from the need, delirious and dizzy, but you feel everything. their back and forth had turned muffled in your ears, and you can hear your heartbeat thrumming right between your skull, the way your blood rushes to your head. the way their fingers dig into the spaces in and crevices in your walls, revisiting the spots they’d abused a thousand times before.
they manage to pull three more releases, each one with you giving a whimpering warning, barely lucid. aang using two huuuge fingers and toph using her smaller and slimmer three. toph had been rough, scissoring her fingers to pry you open further, while aang had been more patient and focused on your g-spot.
his robe is drenched by the time they remove their fingers from your heat. a layer of sweat all over your body, tears resuming from the overstimulation, but somehow needing more and more. that high grade need now turning into a full house fire, sparkling and crackling, somewhere deep in your abdomen.
the next thing you catch is aang pumping his cock, smearing your slick all over his angry mushroom head. his dick rock-hard that it almost looks painful, too bad you can't see toph’s right now, but you're sure it's much more red and thicker.
you sniffle as aang's cockhead nudges your folds, smeaaaring your drenched entrance with his sticky white pre, a thick coat of creamy slick now covering your hole that's practically pleading to be filled, you look up with tired eyes. and aang is a piece of artwork, wrecked, skin flushed like his cock, gray eyes bright and glazed over, lips open as he breathes, reddened muscular chest heaving with effort. his eyes are trained onto your fluttering slit gaping at him.
“c’mon—avatar!” you finally register the hands on your body. aang's left hand is wrapped around your inner thighs, his other hand still wrapped around his dick. toph is holding you up on your knees, arm tight around your waist, her other hand fondling your left tit, “shit… i want to drink from this tiddy again…” you hear toph murmur from behind you and you moan throwing your head back—only to hit toph's right shoulder.
“there she is, is our wife back?” she asks, her breath warm before burying her face in your neck to inhale your heady scent.
“mhm—sorry… was gone…” you reply through your bleary consciousness, your mind barely keeping up with the sensations your lovers are giving you. toph hums against you and presses wet kisses to comfort you.
her voice is a rumble against you, “is it that hard to push in, avatar?” she refers to aang with stark contrast, almost with indifference.
aang responds by pulling you doooown his cock by his hold on your thigh—no warning. his flared mushroom head pop! in with a little resistance. the veins and ridges of his thiiick shaft nudge, nudge nudges that rough patch along the inside of your pussy—your walls clamping uncontrollably—until his hot length is buried to the hilt. his weeping tip parting your walls and knocking at the very top of your leaky cunt. hips locked together, slick and humid. his hands now gripping your waist. you let out a startled noise, overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion of aang’s cock as if your lovers didn't take you to multiple highs just to be prepared for it.
toph grunts behind you, pushing you down until your front is flushed with the avatar’s, “finally, only took you forever,” prying your ass cheeks apart to expose your desperately stretched hole, and you feel another cockhead nudge your tight ring of muscle. your eyes meet with aang and his lips meet yours instinctively. your eyes close, letting him take charge in the kiss, his hold on your waist tightening. your entrance pushed to its limits—toph’s twitching tip fighting against your entrance to make space for itself. and pop! you hear toph moan from the overwhelming heat of your cunt enveloping her extremely sensitive head. aang’s exhale hits your cheek, his tongue exploring your cavern anew. he gulps down your moans, feeling toph’s cock join his inside you.
“fuuuck—just like home, huh?” toph's voice sounds miles away.
you sputter, all the strength in your body leaving you as you fall from aang’s kisses, and your forehead hits his collarbone with a thud!
toph reacts with a grimacing oof, “you okay, baby?” she tries to soothe you from where she is, fingers splayed out and around your hip bones, her hips in full contact with your ass—heavy balls nudging a leftover of aang’s shaft not fully seated inside you.
aang brings his hand up to lightly rub on your forehead, his touch soft, before kissing your hair and rutting up into you—it’s slow, and sweet and still him despite the previous disappointment that warrants a mean pace from him. toph’s hands move to the underside of your knees and she lifts them, pumping her hips faster than aang would like. a filthier cacophony of soaked skin hitting soaked skin reaches your buzzing ears. that familiar push and pull of their lengths against your straining, slick, walls. and you clench involuntarily, making toph hiss and go faster, chasing a release she won't give herself unless you come around their dicks multiple times.
the avatar could only wrap his arms even tighter around you and murmur sweet nothings, “mhm, mhm. just like that. i—hah—do think you deserve it—deserve this,” he kisses your left temple with wet lips, then he's tracing your ear lobe with his tongue.
you try to reply, your words slurred, “i know—i’m sorry too—i love youuu.”
“i love you too, dearest, i'm sorry we've been neglecting you—” he finally lets out a breathy moan, hips stuttering and involuntarily rutting hard, the first crack in his composure.
“just let go, damn it. be mean, aang,” toph goads him, knowing how much frustration has been built up inside the three of you, “she won't break, you know this,” as if making a point, she gives a particularly meaaaan thrust that pushes you further up the avatar's sweaty, slippery, front—your walls slipping away from her and she whines, before puuuulling you back to meet her harsh pumping, her hands clammy and sweaty. her cockhead releasing pre inside the tight and warm clenching of your walls.
her movements are sporadic where aang rolls his cock up to you at a slow beat. you've got your face buried in his neck, the noises they pull out of you appreciated and like music to their ears.
“let it out baby, it feels good, doesn't it? fuck—she’s just so tight—isn’t she, aang?”
aang doesn’t reply but stares at a sweaty toph, the way her hips are unrelenting and nimble—fapfap fap fap fapfapping against your ass. he narrows his eyes as he stares down at you—out of it and definitely floating somewhere else now, babbling how it feels so good and that you missed them both.
then, he remembers what should be happening right now. you in a bath, getting pampered. dressing up the way you want, with the new dress he bought for you, preparing for hours on end to make yourself look good. while he and toph would help and prepare their own outfits that complement yours within just an hour. then, he imagines how excited you would be to find out that he had reserved that restaurant you wanted to have a date with them. a restaurant that gets reserved for months which meant he had to use his status as the avatar to get you three a table. a table that won't do much good if you're here getting dicked down by your spouses until the foreseeable future. and the damn jewelry he bought for you. that new ring. you never were a woman that settled for less. toph herself had forged an anklet that you could wear even in the shower. and then finally them taking you home, making love to you gentle and sweet—not like this.
but it's been months, and you're all frustrated.
it's not until you've cummed once more and squirted another that he made a decision. your cunt overworked and overused—you’re sure to need even more pampering tomorrow. layers upon layers of drying cum getting covered by more fresh layers—it’s filthy and disgusting and yours.
“over, toph,” he grits out.
and toph, with a curl of her lips, “make sure you hit her g-spot for me.”
he should be offended, he's sure he's been hitting your g-spot, but lets it go. you're his focus.
but you're just gone, flying off somewhere in the clouds, absent-minded whimpers leaving your throat—which someone is licking and biting? you try to open your eyes, to ground yourself and be present—who knows when you'll have them like this again? your whole body feels like it's being pulled in every direction—the delicious burn of overworking muscles and your tendons stretching to what position the benders have put you in.
a muffled, masculine voice, lewd sound of skin slapping against each other and your own babbling of its too much and i can’t cum anymore finally make it to your brain through the haze of this damn marathon sex, “i’m sorry—i’m sorry—i’m sorry—” the masculine voice whimpers over and over again.
you don't know which hand is whose right now, only that they're groping and pulling and rubbing every inch of your skin.
you're still sandwiched between them. toph is flat on the bed, the softness of her chest and the muscles on her abdomen against your spine. her thrusts are subdued, not quite like the pace she'd set from the start. aang is above, his pistoning hips replacing toph's previous pace. more wetness than you'd expect on the burning heat at your neck—aang’s crying.
he sobs half deliriously and half guilty, “i’m sorry—too much? is it too much?”
then, he giggles, straightening up to look you in the eye, “is my impatient wife finally satisfied?” his smile is wobbly and frenzied. irises a thin ring of gray, harsh against his blown pupils under those half-mast eyelids. your walls flutter through another weak climax, and you realize he's talking about that. he lets out a chuckle before groaning as your slippery, gummy depths pull the both of them deeper. and you can only throw your head back against toph’s shoulder, chasing oxygen that doesn’t seem to stay in your lungs.
“say it, dear. say you’re ssss—ah—satisfied—”
“i am! i’m satisfied, aang—i’m sorry,” you cry out, you heave unintentionally. and you realize that you've been sobbing, much like aang. tears dripping down to your hairline.
“doesn’t seem like it though—huh? just always so greedy—see? look at her, asking for more and more and my cum, i don’t think you deserve it, dear—” his head bows, looking between your bodies, watching as the base of his cock gets covered with more rings of frothy white from a mix of your releases.
you can only whimper as you apologize again, “i said i’m s’rry pleaseee—’m sorry—”
toph then decides to break her silence, “spirits—the avatar’s finally lost it,” she laughs before you realize that her hands are pulling from the back of your knees uuuup and splitting them open like damn moses, until your knees bracket your titties in a mean and modified fucking mating press. your hands fly to hold onto toph’s body behind you, fingers threading the hair on her nape. she grunts as she shifts, utilising the wall of pillows behind her to incline the position, cocks inside you finding places they haven't touched in months. she tries to match aang’s pace with her rutting as she finds your other spots that have you keening and your cunt weeping more and more.
aang follows the change of angle eagerly, hips unstoppable, not at all bothered by toph. his hands clutching the under of your inner thighs, watching him and toph stuff their thick cocks inside of you. your head falls forward—eyes latching onto your distended belly. a disappearing bulge from aang bullying the leaky tip of his cock against your g-spot, pulling back, and then burying himself to the hilt—mushroom head making space next to toph’s—not quite decided which pace he wants to commit to. and higher up is toph’s bigger tip, rovering ‘round and ‘round against your cervix now. letting aang deal with prodding at your sensitive bundle of nerves along the front of your walls.
you don't even know if you're still in the middle of a high, but you've been drifting in and out. and now you're fully conscious again, enough to witness a struggling aang shuddering from pleasure, “fff—ngh gonna come—i’m sorry—” his forehead hits your collarbones as his hips stutter and seizes—his tip twitching inside you next to toph’s slower but no less harder thrusts. the muscles on his back rippling with effort and then your walls gets flooded with even more filth, painting it white and wetter. that primal need in him to fill you up—see you swollen again. needing him and toph at every second. fully dependent on them. the image makes him stutter. wanting—needing it to come true.
he pumps his hips, causing more of him to spill and his breath hitch from the sheer amount of cum wasted. his seed spilling out of you as he tries to push them back in, fingers collecting his spent and fighting with your stretched entrance to keep his fluids in your cunt. you feel his cum slosh between your walls, making noises inside that you’re too familiar with—yet no less filthy in your ears.
and he starts moving again.
he looks up at you one more time, chin resting on your chest, keeping eye contact even as his eyes try to flutter close, “it’s too much—mgh—so good and warm—hah—” his tattoos and eyes start to glow a little but he forcefully closes them before he reaches the avatar state during an inappropriate time.
toph then pushes at his shoulder, “i think that's enough out of you—”
aang’s face crumpled up, “no! you did this—couldn’t wait a few hours—aaah—” hips snapping harder against yours, even through his overstimulation. scorning at the earthbender behind you.
toph snickers again, enjoying the sounds of the delirious avatar, “yeah i did. but isn't she the best? mom of four and she's just taaaaking the both of us?” you almost laugh at toph taking advantage of the situation.
aang forgets what they were fighting about and fucking agrees, “yeah!” his demeanor changes down to the pace of his thrusts, more shallow and somehow telling you he's happy and proud.
“cunt so amazinghhhg—always taking everything we give her like the good mama she is—”
toph laughs, god, of course she does. it's always fun for her when your pussy power gets the avatar to curse, “mmmh—hear that?” her left arm moves to bind both your knees straight to your chest, her sweaty muscular arms finding the sweaty underside of your knees, your ankles finding and wrapping around aang’s neck.
the change in the angle makes aang slide against your g-spot with every thrust to the hilt. the contractions of your walls more frequent as you feel another coil within your abdomen, that itch before finally starting to get sated by your lovers’ efforts.
her right hand slithers between your tummy and thighs to thumb at the neglected sensitive bundle of nerves. rolling and rolling and then spelling her damn name. yes, she learned how to write just to fucking do that, “like the good mama you are. perfect for me, perfect for the avatar… hah—” she grunts, her cock jumping and twitching more as she nears her release.
“use your words,” she warns before you can even think of just nodding.
you moan, voice hoarse from hours of continuous use, “yes—toph—’m the perfect mama, mhm—mhm—” in which toph rewards with a faster movement over your clit.
“ngh… gonna cum again…” comes aang’s deranged moans and whimpers, high pitched and a little out of breath.
“yeah? well—why don't we show this mama how she got pregnant three times?” you can practically hear her smirk.
“you close, sweetheart?” she whispers in your ear, inhaling your scent as she buries her nose in your damp hair.
“mhm—mhm—different—” you answer before her left temple nudges your moistened right cheek. you shift your head, letting her kiss you as the three of you reach another high.
“ahh—hah—hah—take it—please—take it. please cum,” the avatar practically sobs against your left calf.
with his pleading comes a climax that brings you higher than you've been today. you close your eyes, stars exploding behind your eyelids, jaw slack against toph slurping your saliva and sucking on your relaxed tongue. she groans, your walls constricting around them so much that they almost can't fuck you through your peak. your back bowed over her front, fingers tightening and loosening their grip on her hair. slick sprays out of you and all over toph's thighs, all over aang’s hips.
“fuuucking squirted—good girl—” toph doesn’t tease the slip up from the avatar, too busy chasing her own climax.
they follow through, reaching their own highs together, your body straining to contain their release, “that's it—good mama, best mama, gonna have you leaking milk again,” toph slurs against your still lax tongue, your cunt still constricting wildly around their pulsating cocks. you feel toph’s hips stutter, probably from the image that she’d been imagining for the longest time. the last thing you remember is getting filled to the brim and more—their seed overspilling and their frantic movements of making sure that only a small amount goes to waste.
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you come to and it’s only toph inside your still weakly pulsing walls. now in front of each other, her hips roll lazily. from where your head rests on her chest, you see the light outside the open windows indicate early dusk. she’s still on her back, and you’re riding her, your hips moving automatically with the slow rhythm she’d set, “evenin’ mama, aang’s moving the reservation… happy mother’s day again,” she kisses the top of your head.
“we talked about the giving in thing. don’t worry your pretty li’l head about it. we’ll just be harder on you, nyahahaha,” she laughs softly against your matted hair, her breath shuffling and messing it up further.
you snort, and you feel your worn-out body complain against the sudden movement, “good to know.”
the delicious ache of getting thoroughly fucked finally fully registers. your limbs heavy like lead and definitely useless, your hips tired but still moving with toph’s assistance. you nuzzle in each other’s embrace, her arms squeezing you tighter before she mumbles more damn pussy talk, “came inside her more times i can count and she’s still asking for more… so insatiable…” you’d think she’s reprimanding you, but the smile in her voice says otherwise.
“so are you, still rock-hard—aren’t you empty yet?” you tease, shifting to kiss the edge of her lips, making her groan. your voice is barely there anymore. it makes toph feel guilty but proud to be the cause.
“nearing it, sweets. i’m not exactly in my twenties anymore,” she mumbles against your lips. and you smile, prying her lips open to tangle and suck on her tongue this time, tasting yourself and aang from her mouth. and you pull back a little.
“you sucked aang or somethin’?” your voice is laden with amusement, trying not to laugh at the thought.
she ruts up ruthlessly, “don’t even,” you only laugh, wanting to get more reactions out of her.
“you did, didn’t you?”
she scoffs, before quickening her pace to shut you up, making you moan weakly against her mouth as she retorts, “you were beggin’ me to eat you out!”
you laugh again, giggling—which she swallows, you're still in that post-coital bliss, “did i? i don't remember,” your hands get restricted behind your back with a single hand from her.
“yeah, you did, your pussy did, couldn't you hear her earlier?” she smirks and continues to lap at the inside of your mouth, kissing sounds unnecessarily loud as she tries to make a point. you only get dizzy at the make out, and don't bother retorting.
“tha’s what i thought,” she chuckles while you absent-mindedly follow her lead, caught in some trance whenever she makes out with you this intensely, “love you, i love you so much, love this pussy too…” she confesses against your mouth, getting emotional as you feel her tip twitch one last time and release, practically blanking. you literally sucked her dry. and you've never felt more full than before. how many times did they even fill you up…?
your own walls give another set of weak flutters as you cum for the last time, soft and barely there. you murmur back as she swallows more of your moans, “i love you too, my greatest earthbender.”
“mhm, mhm, that's right, today is the best mother's day gift yet. given by the greatest earthbender, right—?”
“ehem,” comes aang's voice from the bedroom door, making toph part ways with your swollen lips—but not before licking your mouth one last time. she doesn't look guilty, like she didn't just say a mouthful of nonsense about giving you the best mother's day celebration yet.
“heyyy, avatar, how'd the call go?”
you snap back into reality the moment toph's mouth leaves yours, and you whine from the loss.
he sighs, “it's fine. we can have the dinner reservation tomorrow instead. the kids can stay with their grandpa iroh for one more day. it's the weekend anyway.”
you look behind you to meet eyes with aang, his robe is haphazardly thrown around him, not bothering to fix it. still wet from earlier…
you smile sheepishly, “sorry again, hubby…”
he only shakes his head, “it's okay. let me serve dinner in a bit.”
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he serves dinner, a vegetarian meal you taught him years before. and you eat to replenish your energy. well… aang spoon feeding you of course, your limbs too tired for anything.
“i think you guys should let me eat on my own,” you try to argue, wanting to care for yourself. but your own limbs had protested.
aang sighs, “c’mon, dear. let us pamper you, please?” his eyes now clear and your previous actions forgiven. and that cute pleading look on his face made you give in.
during the exchange, toph had already finished her dinner and had wrapped herself around you. leaving soothing kisses onto tender skin she feels under her fingers, knowing the difference between bruised and unbruised. aang had watched while feeding you, feeling the familiar feeling of love bloom in his chest. you finally look less stressed than before, tired and thoroughly loved by them. now looking more like the woman they'd fallen in love with, that distinct glow that he can recognize as solely yours back in your skin.
after cleaning you up and pampering you with more kisses and comforting touches, you get the surprise they've been talking about the whole day.
aang makes you wear the jewelry then and there while you're in a new pair of pajamas, toph lovingly caressing your ankles as she metalbends the lock of the anklet she'd made herself.
and as aang pushes your legs up and over your head once more, jewelry shining against the moonlight, he kisses your lips, murmuring—
“happy mother's day, dear.”
I ACCIDENTALLY CLICKED POST EARLIER BRU. got a shit ton of drafts. but this one was rushed within 72 hours to at least give something for the occasion, even if late. sorry if this ruins your idea of mother's day lol HAHAHAHA. feedback needed and appreciated cause idk what i'm doing still :pp. and definitely i want to apologize for some errors you spot. i'm running on caffeine and spite and horniness. i would also have written this longer with aang and toph's perspectives mixed in more but it might get even more convoluted than it already is. anw, hope you all enjoyed reading!! ciaoo <333
