summary// you ended up realizing that making clark your lab rat would simultaneously be the best and worst decision of your relationship.
content warning// conditioning, mating press, doggy style, nasty filthy sex, creampie, clark is feral, clark has an alien dick, clark swears, improper use of x-ray vision, kryptonian breeding kink, squirting, clark is pathetic
2k words whew
with clark kent fucking you like that, you donât think youâre making it out alive.
well, your fault for trying to experiment on a poor, farm-grown kryptonian.
.
on monday, on the evening, you decided that you could begin your sick little experiment of conditioning on clark. after reading an article about it online, you wanted your alien boyfriend to be your lab-rat for it, and saw no apparent downsides to the experiment, so you went on with it.
starting with the trigger, you decided for it to be a duck emoji. weird enough for clark to be confused, not too weird for it to have him worrying like the sweetheart he is. ten minutes before you arrived home after work, you had sent him a singular duck emoji with no context or follow-up to it, which, as expected, had your poor clarkie as confused as ever. you smiled when he immediately texted back with â???ââsuccess. as soon as you arrived home, you barely let him finish his questioning before pouncing on him, interrupting his sentence with a kiss he welcomed with open arms.
that night, you rode the man to the moon and backâgave him such mind-numbing pleasure that he couldnât even bother to remember his previous confusion about the duck emoji.
and so, with the first day being a success, you repeated the process.
every day following that one, you would do the same thingâno texts or news all day, a duck emoji ten minutes before coming home, mind-blowing sex.
after a few days of repeating the process, you began to space out these encounters, opting to send the duck emoji every two to three daysâa great way to keep the man on his toes, anticipating, waiting for the next time you'd send him that emoji.
then came the most awaited experimentâyour greatest mistake.
it was on a friday night that you had decided tonight was the night. you had sent clark the usual duck emoji, smirking as he had immediately seen the text. however, when you arrived home, it wasn't like usual. usually, upon sending the emoji, you'd pounce on him and drag him to the bedroom. tonight, however? radio silence. well, not quite, but that's it felt to clark. you didn't give him those bedroom eyes you usually did on nights you were feeling particularly needy, you insisted on taking a shower all by yourself (he almost crumbled at that) and after dinner, you lounged on the couch to watch a tv show without even asking him to follow you! you just did!
the thing about clark kent is, he's a gentleman through and through. his ma had raised him to be one, and for christ's sake, he was superman! how could he not be a gentleman? but, he sympathizes with himself, you can't spell gentlemna without man, and clark was a man before he was anything else. a very aroused and hopelssly in love man, at that.
he stands awkwardly in the doorway of the living room, staring at you. you noticed, of course, but this wasn't unusual. clark has always had sort of weird quirksâyou had always found them endearing. "is something the matter, honey?" your sirupy voice cut through his stream of thought, and suddenly his eyes focus again, gaze meeting yours.
clark has his phone in hand, and he brings it up to look back at the duck emoji you had sent. duck meant sex. you wanted this. he can indulge. you want this.
he knows you do. you sent the text, and he feels like he can almost smell your arousal and it's driving him fucking insane because he just wants to dive in it and taste it and fuck you everywhere so the entire place smells like you and-
in the blink of an eye, his phone is abandonned and he's on you, lips smashed against yours. you barely have the time to react but you do, arms now hanging around his thick neck. his hand latches itself onto your cheeks, fingers pressing into both of them, urging you to open your mouth. as soon as you do, his tongue, which was inhumanely long, snaked into your cavern, exploring its depths. he moaned at the taste of your saliva, almost melting into you as if the flavor of you was his ultimate salvation.
noticing the lack of air filling your lungs, he pulled away, his eyes softening at the sight of you catching your breath. "c-clark... what's... whta's gotten into you?" you licked your lips, face flushed. he looks at you like a puppy begging for its treat. "the emoji... you sent the emoji but you didn't... i thought..." his mind is a rush, moving at a thousand miles per hour as his entire body is begging him to rip your clothes off and take you.
he gives up, his head falling into the crook of your neck. "i just... i really need to fuck you, sweetheart." and as he's confessing this, his hand is gliding towards the waistband of your bottoms, sliding swiftly underneath it.
you think you could ascend.
you bite your lip, rendered mute at the sheer tension of the moment. "i know you want it, baby..." he scoffs, eyes closed. "can smell it."
curse him for being such a dangerously hot and multi-abled alien.
his hand makes its way underneath your panties, finger running through your slit, collecting the slick you've been trying to keep to yourself for the past hour. "ah..." you let out a low sound, almost imperceptible but clark was so hyper-focused on you that the little moan made him shudder.
he uses his forearm to push himself upwards, his hand escaping your bottoms to rush up to his mouth, and when you look at him, you gasp, feeling your walls clench.
because clark has never looked this feral.
his eyes were half-lidded and impossibly dark, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows your juices, eyes nearly rolling back at the taste. he moans, his cock twitching and growing inside his sweatpants.
"you're gonna give it t'me, right sweetie?" he asks in that low, sultry voice that he only allows himself to use when he'd rather die than not touch you.
the eager nod you gave him marked the moment you knew you were done for.
.
how long has it been? you don't know. you don't know anything, actually. your brain is fogged with how clark was pounding you into the fuzzy carpet, your eyes crossing when the buds running along his dick grazed against the ridges of your walls, the added sensation making you spasm. "f-ffuck-! clark- oh my god, ohmygodâ" you can barely form a sentence, let alone link two words together when he knocks at your cervix, your tits bouncing in rhythm with every thrust.
and clark isn't even listening to you, his eyes laser-focused on the sight of his cock splitting you open repeatedly, a vein bulging on his forehead at his intense use of his x-ray vision. "look at that, b-baby... look..." and you don't even bother, too lost in the ecstasy. he sees it all though, the strings of your arousal clinging to his tip every time he pulls away, the ridged of your pussy hooking onto his buds, the contractions of your muscles.
he finally manages to pull his eyes away from the sight, only to be met with the even prettier, albeit messier sight of your fucked out face. tears and drool glossed your skin, your eyes rolled back nearly to the back of your skull, throwing your head back when clark's hips stutter against yours, a white-hot wave washing over him over the sight.
he stilled when his buds hardened and hooked onto your walls, pulling him impossibly deep as he shoots buckets worth of cum deep into your womb. "a-ah! holy sh- hmm, fffuck, baby- i- fuck!" he sobs, jerking down towards you and you moan at the feeling of him filling you up once more, droplets of his sweat dripping onto your buzzing skin.
despite his orgasm, he doesn't stop, "n-need m-moree- needa fill you up-! ah, fuck!" his voice jumps up an octave when his buds finally relax again, allowing him to keep pistoning into you. "d-don't stop, clark! please dont- oh-!" he suddenly grabs your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders before beeending down, succesfully folding you in half. his face is now slotted right in front of yours, and the eye contact is so intense you almost feel shy under his gaze.
a mating press. clark kent had you in a fucking mating press.
you get lost in his ocean blue eyes, barely able to keep the eye conatct when he fucks you almost like he hated you, digging in your pussy. "you're... you're so beautiful, honey... so fucking pretty- all f'me, yeah? all f'me?" you nod, hands pressing against the back of his head to bring him impossiby closer to you, "all for you, clarkie," you confirmed being hastily pressing his against you, imprisoning him in a feverish kiss. clark moans into your mouth, eyes closing. you jolt slightly when you feel a tear drip down on your cheek, peeling your eyes open to see clark crying.
he pulls away, gasping for air as his throat restricts. "i l-love you, love you s'muchâ need you so, ngh, so bad... wanna breed ya'..." he sobs, whimpering for you. seeing clark become such a slave to his love for you had an inescapable effect on you, and your orgasm was almost immediate. you came with a gasp, the pleasure being so heavy that your eyes had given up on their function, unfocusing and leaving you with the blurry image of clark's flushed expression. your back arched as cream dribbled out of your hole, creating a white ring around clark's base.
in the midst of your orgasm, he pulls out, making you whine for the few seconds your face isn't smushed against the carpet because in a matter of moments, your world tilted before you found yourself face down ass up for your boyfriend. he pressed a hand on your back, urging a deeper arch. "m'sorry baby, m'so sorry..." he apologizes for the his unceremonial behavior but his apologies fall on deaf ears as you couldn't be happier.
your hands clutch the fluff of the carpet when he slams back into you, kneading the flesh of your ass. "just... just need this. s'your fault for making me wait... so long.. to have you- ngh, gosh..." he's hypnotized by the rippling of your ass, and the way your back bends impossibly for a second each time he rams back inside you, pressing you further into the carpet.
with clark kent fucking you like that, you really donât think youâre making it out alive.
well, your fault for trying to experiment on a poor, farm-grown kryptonian.
your moans are rhythmic, matching the pace of his hips. leaning in, he wraps an arm around you to squeeze your tits, massaging them and rubbing your hardened nipples. "so obedient..." his comment makes your walls flutter around his fat cock. he begins to roll his hips, not quite thrusting. he presses against you, making you drool. "nghhh... fffuuuck... love you... so much.. c-clark-!" you slurred, going crazy at the sensation of his buds hardening slowly again, hooking onto your insides.
"w-want your cum-! want you to b-breed me!" you egged him on, "yeah? y'want it, baby? oh gosh, i'm cumming, m'cummingm'cumming-" he gritted, spilling into you once more. "oh my god! oh god, sweetheart!" he whined, your name escaping him as his hips bucked again, releasing rope upon rope inside you. his orgasm triggered yours, drops of your release trickled down onto the carpet before his hand snaked down to your clit, rubbing furiously and suddenly an intense stream released itself onto the now soaked carpet, the intensity of both of your orgasms making the two of you collaspe in a heap.
he layed on top of you, both of you catching your breaths. "i feel so... sticky." he remarked, "shit... i ruined the carpet." you groaned, knitting your eyebrows together.
a silence settled in, before you broke it. "i'm glad my experiment worked." a beat passes before he reacts, "experiment?"
"i tried conditioning you into associating sex with the duck emoji. it worked."
clarks hums, choosing not to react any further.
a few days later, minutes after the end of your shift, you receive a text from clark.
âŠClark Masterlist - Read on aO3! - Main MasterlistâŠ
âŠsummary: all week, clark's been acting strange. he won't go near you, won't look at you, and by friday he's vanished all together. everyone seems to know why but you. but nothing's going to keep you away from him. not for that long.âŠ
âŠwarnings/tags: friends to lovers, secret identity shenanigans, emotional angst, fluff, sex pollen, sex pollen level smut, a little plot for the porn (male masturbation, manhandling, clark's feral, emotional sex, dry humping, blowjobs and facefucking, dumbification, dirty talk, sensitive reader, finger sucking, clark gets nasty, body worship, crazy overstimulation, sex pollen stamnia, fingering, oral f!recieving, begging, praise kink, monster dick clark, he fucks like a machine, breeding kink), no use of y/n, no descrption of readerâŠ
âŠwc: 10.5kâŠ
âŠauthor's note: request and voted fic! i got. real horny with itâŠ
Clark has been acting strange all week.
He got into work on Monday with a red face, and you didnât question it. He runs everywhere. Itâs a little ridiculous he doesnât have a red face more.
âWant some water?â Youâd tapped on his desk, and heâd let out a sharp breath.
âYeah.â His voice had been strangely rough, his glasses almost slipping off his nose. âWater- Water would be nice. Thank you.
He hadnât looked you in the eyes.
Not when you brought the water to his desk, or for the rest of the day. When you got in the next morning, he was already at his desk, but didnât do more than mumble a good morning. His shoulders had squared and rippled, when youâd walked past.
Youâd gone to the bathroom, and made sure you didnât reek of something rancid. Maybe there was a sulfur leak in your apartment and youâd just gotten used to it. Maybe youâd stepped in dog poop on the train and no oneâs told you.
âDo I smell bad?â Youâd asked Jimmy, and heâd looked at you like your were crazy.
âI donât know? I donât go around smelling people like a- A serial killer-â
âIâm not asking you to smell me like a serial killer.â Youâd hissed, leaning down to block him in his chair. âIâm asking you to smell me like a friend, Lois smells me all the time-â
âThen go ask Lois!â
âLois is in Gotham, I canât ask Lois-â
âThen ask Clark, heâll be happy to smell me-â
Jimmy had eyed you suspiciously. âIf this is some weird mating dance, Iâm not interested-â
âItâs not a mating dance!â
âIt seems like a mating dance-â
âItâs not-â Youâd shaken your head. âJust stop being a fucking pussy and smell me!â
Someone had cleared their throat behind you. Jimmyâs eyes had widened, fixed right over your shoulder, and youâd known who it was before you turned.
You know that low, controlled sound. You know the rush that his attention brings, and the shiver up your spine whenever heâs close. You close your eyes tight, breathing through your nose, and turn to Clark with a plastered smile.
âHi, Clark! No one was trying to smell anyone-â
You cut yourself off when you see him. You almost forget how to speak.
Heâs a wreck. Curly hair is plastered to his brow, his white button up is more sweat stains than dry spots, and thereâs a vein pushing out of his neck that seems painful. His glasses keep trying to slip off his nose, and heâs shifting like even just standing is uncomfortable. Heâs pale and red all at once, ruddy in his face and paper white in his fists. The flush deepens near his neck, and returns to his arms right before the cut off of his rolled up sleeves. Heâs breathing through his mouth.
His eyes are black, and gleaming.
You scramble away from Jimmy, yanking yourself back from going to press a hand to Clarkâs brow.
Clark takes a jagged, stumbling step back.
You look back to Jimmy, and he gives you a tight shake of his head. He doesnât know what to do either. Youâve never seen Clark with so much as a paper cut, and now it looks like he needs a hospital.
âHey, buddy.â Jimmy tries, voice soft. Like heâs speaking to a feral animal. âYou feeling alright?â
Clark jerks his head to Jimmy, and his nostrils flare. Like heâd almost forgotten Jimmy was there.
Jimmy leans back. And you know he doesnât mean to. Itâs Clark. The softest, sweetest heart you know, shoved into a giantâs body.
But like this, Clark doesnât look like a man. He looks like something thatâs crawled out of your darkest wet dream. Like something that should be in the sky, fighting Superman. With the black eyes and sudden, jagged movements, he looks like an animal.
He looks dangerous.
And he doesnât respond right away. Clark stares at Jimmy, breathing heavily, then squeezes his eyes shut. You and Jimmy exchange another worried look. If heâs been corrupted by somethingâin this world, you canât rule anything outâand he attacks, youâre not sure you can fight him off. Emotionally or physically. Clarkâs huge, heâd crush Jimmy with one fist and youâd be nothing but an annoying fly to be swatted across the room.
But whateverâs going on with Clark, he seems to drag it under control. He opens his eyes, and a thin ring of blue is back.
âIâm fine.â He rasps, staring at Jimmy. âJust- Didnât sleep well. You know.â
Jimmy blinks. âNo, uh- I donât-â
Clark looks at you.
And you could swear the blue flickers, when your eyes meet.
âYou smell good.â He mutters.
He turns like somethingâs dragging him, and walks away. You and Jimmy stand there for about three more minutesâin total baffled silenceâbefore Jimmyâs mouth falls open.
âWhat the fuck is up with him?â
Nobody seems to be sure.
On Tuesday, he seems a little better. He eats lunch with you. Wheels his chair next to yours like usual while heâs editing, because you always catch typos he misses, and heâs a good reporter but not the best writer.
âYou canât use that word here.â You tap his laptop screen. He frowns.
âThere are no other words I could use, though-â
âCorrupt?â
âBut- Oh.â He sighs, hitting backspace. âSee? Thatâs why youâre the expert.â
You laugh softly, and Clark gives you his usual small, almost shy smile.
âHowâs your piece coming?â He asks kindlyâalways kindlyâand you groan.
âDogshit.â
âIâm sure itâs not that bad-â
âMy main source backed out.â You grumble. âLike a little baby bitch. I canât make this level of accusations again LuthorCorp without a source, itâs asking for a defamation lawsuit, and after the last one Perry would kill me-â
âBut you won the last one.â Clark frowns, and you give him a pointed look.
âYeah. Because I had a source.â
âAh. Right.â He pauses, pushing his glasses slowly up his nose.
You watch the movement as subtly as possible. You love it when he does that. Itâs a tiny, adorable quirk that makes you want to rip his hand away and push them up yourself.
âWhat if I said I have a source for you?â He asks softly, and you perk up.
âReally?â
âYeah, really.â He grins. âYou know, Iâd think youâd have faith in me, I wouldnât lie about that-â
âShut up, Iâm excited-â
âI can tell.â He boops your nose, and you stick your tongue out at him.
He does that all the time. He says you get a bunny nose when youâre excited about something, and then you hit him because nothing about you is bunny like.
Sometimes you say that, and he chuckles.
You have no idea. He mutters under his breath.
And sometimes he hits your nose, and your breath hitches because he touched you.
Today you keep it under control.
Itâs Clark that freezes. Coughs and goes red, wheeling his chair an inch back. You frown at him, ready to ask whatâs wrong, but he shakes his head like heâs already denying you an answer.
âItâs- Uh- Superman.â
You blink. âWhat?â
âSuperman can be your source.â He grunts, shifting in his chair. âI can ask him to. For you.â
âI- You donât have to.â
âI want to.â
âI can find someone else-â
âNo, I- Iâve got it.â
He stares at you. You stare back, heart swelling with something sweeter than you usually allow it to feel.
Youâre used to your feelings for Clark. You try not to think about them, especially not in his presence. Thereâs no amount of love youâd risk your friendship for.
But he makes that rule hard to follow sometimes. When he starts being stupidly perfect.
You smile at him, wide and unrestrained. âThank you.â
He nodsâtight and jerkedâstares for a long, long moment. He shoots to his feet.
âI have to go to the bathroom!â He announces to the whole bullpen.
Clark sprints away. Jimmy gives you a questioning look, and you shake your head.
He doesnât come back for an hour. When he does, his face is wholly red again.
Heâs back to not looking you in the eyes. Back to looking so sick youâre worried he might be going feral.
And you have no idea what to do.
Lois gets back on Wednesday, and the first thing she says to you is Whatâs up with Smallville? Perry corners you at your desk to ask if youâve got any idea whatâs Clarkâs been up to that might be doing this to him. Steve loudly jokes that everyone should be placing bets on when Clark passes out. Cat keeps trying to bring him teaâa thin guise so she can suggest home remedies to whatever super hangover he hasâand Clark always drinks it with shaking hands.
He listens to all her suggestions without interrupting, but whenever Jimmy suggests Urgent Careâyouâve given up on trying to get him to the ERâClark grunts a sound like no and wonât hear another word.
Youâre getting really worried. Everyone gets sick, but Clarkâs always talking about his very good immune system.
And nobody gets sick like this. Legally, Perry should be making him go home, but no one can get close enough to confirm a fever, and itâs somehow not effecting his work performance.
âClark.â You sit on the edge of his desk, keeping your voice soft. âYou need to go to a doctor.â
His whole body locks up. His fingers freeze on his keyboard, and he bows his head like heâs in prayer.
âClark-â
âPlease.â He says, so quiet you almost miss it. âBack up.â
You blink. âBack up?â
He nods, and thereâs a sting in your heart.
He hasnât asked anyone else to back up.
But you slide off his desk, and take a single step back. Another, when he doesnât relax from the first.
You clear your throat, tucking your hands behind your back. Clark lets out a heavy, ragged exhale, and looks up.
He still wonât fully meet your gaze. His darkened eyes are fixed right over your head, and you try not to let it hurt more than it already does.
âClark.â Youâve lost a little bit of nerve. You try not to let him hear it. âThe doctor-â
âI donât need a doctor.â He tells the ceiling, and you sigh.
âYouâre sick-â
âNo. Iâm not.â
âDude, I- I can feel your fever from here.â The heat, rolling off his body like heâs an active star. âAt least just go so they can say youâre not sick.â
He doesnât answer. You almost take a step forward, before reeling yourself back. He doesnât want you too close.
âPlease?â You say. âIt would make all of us feel better.â
That makes him look at you. For just a split second, barely a heartbeat, but long enough.
His eyes go wholly back. He wheels his chair backwards, like thereâs something toxic coming off of you that heâs trying to avoid.
And it hurts. It hurts so much your face burns with shame, and your stomach does a sick clench of pain.
Itâs never fun, for the man youâve quietly been in love with for years, to look at you like youâre proximity might kill him.
The only thing that stops you from crying is worry for him.
But thatâs not enough to hold back the crack in your voice.
âClark- Please-â
He shakes his head, jaw clenching. You swallow, and take another step back.
âOh- Okay. Sorry.â
You turn on your heels. Behind you, Clark rasps your name.
And you look back. You canât help it.
But all he does is stare at you.
So you walk away.
Clark doesnât come in on Thursday. Jimmy goes to check on him, but wonât report back on what he finds. When he gets back to the office, his face is bloodless and eyes wider than an owl.
âIs he-â
âHeâs not sick.â Jimmy stares at you like youâre a ghost. âHeâs- Um- We should- Give him space.â
You frown. âBut-â
âLots of space.â Jimmy mutters under his breath, already walking away. âAnd maybe me some bleach. Freakinâ- Gross-â
Lois comes up next to you, watching Jimmy head into the bathroom. Youâre wringing your hands, lips pressed in a painfully tight line, and Lois grabs your wrists.
âDonât go visit him.â
You shoot her a glare. âI wasnât going to-â
âYes, you were.â She raises her brows. âDonât.â
âBut-â
âDonât.â
âWhat if he needs something-â
âI texted his cousin. She knows what to do.â
âToâŠâ You narrow your eyes, pulling your hands from Loisâ grip. âYou know whatâs going on with him, donât you.â
Lois shrugs. âYeah. Maybe.â
âLois-â
âHeâs going to be fine.â She says, giving you a firm look. âDonât check on him.â
She walks away without another word.
On Friday, you go to Clarkâs apartment.
You donât go inside. Loisâ voice keeps ringing in your head, and while youâre more than willing to disobey her, itâs the way sheâd said it.
Donât.
His door is right there.
Loisâ voice fills the gaps in city noise. Pointed and direct. Almost hopeless. Like she knew you wouldnât listen.
Donât.
You made him soup, because youâre pathetic. Heâd left his jacket at work on Wednesday, and youâd brought it home to clean up before returning it. Youâd had a whole painted daydream made of pastels and watercolor, where youâd give Clark his jacket, heâd swoon with how romantic that is, and then kiss you.
But like real watercolor, the colors bleed and run. Blur together. Itâs too fuzzy a picture to be reality.
You stand at his door. You donât remember walking inside the building.
Donât.
But you want to.
Donât.
He could need someone, what if his cousin was busy, what if heâs been waiting for you to check on him-
Donât.
Loisâ voice isnât louder than your heartbeat. But itâs level. And your pulse is erratic in your throat and fingers.
And you keep seeing Clarkâs face. Keep thinking of how heâd been stiffer than concrete, until youâd moved away.
He wouldnât want to see you right now. Heâd made that clear.
You put the soup and jacket on the doorstep, and ring the doorbell.
Before Clark can open it, you walk away.
On Saturday, you hole up in your apartment and work.
Itâs a distraction. Anything not to think of Clark. To think of how sick he is, how he might be in pain, how he might need help but not from you. How lately he canât stand to be in the same room as you, and apparently everyone gets to know whatâs going on with him except you-
You groan, tipping your head back against the couch.
This is exactly what youâre trying not to think about.
Itâs hard, though. Impossibly hard. If only because you open your email, and see a bunch of messages from Clark. You open Teams, and his messages are pinned at the top. You send Jimmy something, and have to include Clark as a contributor. Lois sends you something, and Clark is CCâd.
Heâs everywhere. You canât stop checking your phone for a message, even if Jimmy says heâs basically out of commission. Canât really do anything right now, heâd grumbled, making a sour face. Too⊠Sick.
Heâd said it weird, but everything about this is weird.
Usually youâd talk to Clark about that.
You miss him.
Goddamnit.
Apparently, youâre very bad at not thinking about Clark.
You busy yourself. Clean the apartment, do the laundry, waste the day, donât think about Clark.
He gave you this pencil. Let you borrow this sweater, that youâve been hoarding like a dragon with gold since. Sent you the cheesecake in the back of your fridge as a birthday present, and it had been horrible but youâd kept it anyway.
You lie flat on the floor, and fail not to think about Clark a little more. Maybe you should text him. Just so he knows youâre thinking of him. Or text Lois and ask for his cousinâs number, so you can ask her if heâs okay. Or let the anxiety fully overpower Loisâ voice in your head, and go visit him.
Youâre about to go with that last option, when thereâs a bang on your window. You shoot up with wide eyes, expecting a massive bird.
Instead you find Superman, standing in your fire escape. Itâs hard to see him, in the shadows of dusk. His head is strangely bowed, his shoulders slumped in a way youâve never seen on TV. Maybe heâs just more casual, when heâs doing home visits.
But why is he home visiting you.
Usually that would freak you out. This week, itâs just another fucking thing.
You open the window slowly, poking your head outside.
âHello?â
Superman looks up at you, and your mouth goes dry.
He doesnât look well.
Red and pale face, messed up hair, heaving chest. Clenched fists, sweat-slicken face, blown out eyes with barely a ring of blue-
Like Clark.
Just like Clark.
And itâs not just the ragged appearance. Itâs something deeper. Itâs the way heâs staring at you like heâs worried youâre going to attack him. Like heâs restraining himself from moving, like youâre a repellant and he wants to fly away.
Or something else.
Without the glasses, thereâs something else.
He looks desperate. The shadows on his face look longer. Maybe itâs just the sickness overtaking him, but he looks hungry. Desperate and starved. Thereâs an openness on his face that wasnât there before. And heâs not looking at you like heâs afraid or skittish.
Heâs looking at you like heâs a predator. Like youâre prey.
âClark?â
âIâm here for your interview-â
You speak at the same time. Your voice is a breath. SupermanâClark? âpushes out his words like they hurt, and falters in a second.
He stumbles back like heâs been hit. You scramble forward to catch him, your body not worried about anything but Clark is going to fall.
Your hand wraps around his wrist. He makes a deep, rumbling sound from his chest. Almost a growl.
His eyes flutter. He moans out your name, trying to tug weakly away.
âClark- Wait-â
Supermanâs body goes slack, and he collapses in your arms.
At one in the morning on Sunday, too much is happening.
You put ClarkâSuperman? âin your bed. Took his temperature and dropped the thermometer in shock.
Heâs burning at 150 degrees.
He should be dead. Youâre not even sure how you touched him without burning up.
The thermometer clatters to the ground, and Clark shifts in his sleep. Groans out a garbled, pained noise that sounds like your name.
You swallow, hugging yourself tight. Itâs hard not to reach out to him, but you donât feel like you should. He hadnât wanted you near him, and youâve already crossed a few lines by putting him in your bed.
Then he moans, ripping the thin sheets off his body.
That time it was definitely your name.
Superman moaned your name.
You back out of the room slowly, with an embarrassing amount of effort. You canât rip your eyes away from him.
Clark in your bed, calling for you and rolling around like a rutting beast. Whateverâs tormenting him isnât enough to wake him up, but itâs enough to drive you out of your mind. You bite the inside of your cheek, and force yourself to close the door. It solves the looking at him problem.
It does nothing for hearing him.
And heâs loud. Youâre lucky the apartments have thick walls between units, or youâd get a noise complaint. Clark is almost howling from his room, and whenever you give into temptation and go to check on him, heâs somehow managed to rip another item of clothing off in his sleep.
It starts with his top. The symbol on his chest gets torn to shreds, revealing a broad, flushed chest. Heâs got a small happy trail. Muscles that you want to trace, and boobs that might be bigger than yours.
Your eyes wander to his abdomen. Thereâs a happy trail that leads down, down, down, and-
Oh.
Thatâs⊠Big.
You slam the door closed, and run back to the kitchen. Cold water does nothing against the heat building in your core. You splash it on your face and drink two glasses, but you might as well be downing sea salt. Youâre thirstier than when you started.
The image seems to be burned behind your eyes. Clarkâs bulge. Supermanâs bulge.
You still havenât really dealt with that.
Clark is Superman. Superman is Clark. Youâre sure. Youâve spent the last hour on the couch, sketching out timelines and checking your work. The random disappearances in the middle of the day. How youâve never seen him get drunk. The fact that heâs built like a Greek god but never works out, and whenever Jimmy asks him for a routine he just says grow up on a farm. Â
And be a Kryptonian. That would probably also help.
To be sureâyou have to be positive, before Superman wakes up and you start throwing around accusationsâyou cut out a pair of paper glasses and build up all your courage.
When you step into your room, it hits you like a tidal wave. The smell of sex, sweat and cum and something deeper. Clarkâs ripped off his tights, and apparently the outside boxers are the only thing heâd been using for cover.
You donât let yourself look. Your traitorous eyes try to, but you refuse to glance past his thick thighs. You wonât violate him like that. Youâre here for confirmation, and nothing else.
Carefully, you wipe the sticky hair from Clarkâs brow. His whole body shudders under your light touch, and he bucks up to chase your fingers when you pull away. A deep whine escapes from his lips, and you swallow.
Dear lord.
Very, very slowly, you put the paper glasses on his nose. He wrinkles it, trying to buck them off, but you plant a hand on his chest.
You donât mean to. You move before you can think.
Clark relaxes. His body goes slack like putty, save for a single hand flying to your wrist, holding tight.
He could break you. Heâs Superman. Youâve watchedâalbeit from afarâhim pick up whole buildings. But his touch on you is light, as if youâre glass. His jaw relaxes. A purr rumbles under your hand, and his thumb starts to trace small circles.
You stare at him, every logical thought in your head evaporating in the heat of the room. The glasses confirmed exactly what you wanted them to.
Clark is Superman,
And somehow, thatâs the least important thing thatâs happening right now.
His brow is unfurrowed, his mouth hanging open as he pants out your name.
âClark?â You breathe, and he moans.
This time, he calls your name. His eyes flutter in his sleep, and his hand starts to move. Dragging yours down his chest. Over his pecs, his ribs, to his abdomen and-
You yank away with a squeak, when you realize. Clark whines, immediately seizing up the second you pull away.
He looks like heâs in pain. Your touch helped, and heâd liked it, and-
No. You canât. You wonât. Youâre stronger than that, and heâs not in his right mind. Whateverâs effecting himâwhateverâs strong enough to effect Supermanâcanât be letting him think clearly. It would be one thing if he asked. Another to touch him in his sleep, just because heâd moved your hand there. He probably doesnât even know itâs you.
But heâd been calling your name. Heâs calling your name right now.
The steam of the room is getting to your head. You stumble away, squeezing your eyes shut when Clark keens in pain.
If you werenât such a masochist, youâd put in earbuds to avoid hearing him. But he keeps calling your name.
And youâre not that strong at all.
Clark wakes up at four in the morning. You havenât even managed to close your eyes.
Youâre so dazed from the everything that you donât hear him coming. You just realize the moans have stopped, and hear a quiet mumble of your name.
When you turn, Clarkâs standing in the door of the living room.
Heâs naked.
Fully naked.
And this time, youâre too tired stop your eyes from wandering.
Heâs glorious. Itâs not just the muscle and size of him, itâs all Clark. How his flexing arms are the ones that catch up when you stumble over yourself, and his legs are the ones that bring you coffee in the morning. Those fisted hands hold your hair back when youâre sick and boop your nose. His tense knees bump against yours under almost every table, and his chest keeps you tucked safely away from the world whenever you have a meltdown.
But itâs also the muscle and size of him. He looks wound up, so tight youâre worried he may snap. The coat of sweat on his skin is begging to be licked off, and his thick arms could wrap around your neck and you wouldnât complain.
And his cock.Â
You donât know how he manages to walk around with that thing. Itâs bigger than the toys youâve seen in shops, bigger than the ones in porn that have to be fake, bigger than the lewdest drawings on the internet. Thick and veiny, hard and standing proud. His balls are heavy, and you kind of want to put them in your mouth. Every inch of him is slicked with cum, and you realize you just licked your lips far too late.
Clark clears his throat. You look up with burning cheeks and wide eyes.
âClark, I- Iâm so sorry-â
âDonât.â He mutters, shifting on his feet. You can see his arms jerking wildly. Like heâs actively stopping them from moving. âIâm the one that should be sorry, I- I shouldnât have come here.â
He winces at his own word choice, rubbing a stain of release on his thigh. Heâd been humping the sheets all night. Youâd heard the squeak of the mattress, and-
âI broke your bed.â He mumbles, not meeting your gaze. âIâll fix it when- This passes.â
âClark-â
âStop saying it like that.â
You blink. Clark takes a deep breath, and looks up at you.
His eyes are shining. You canât tell if itâs with frustration, or sadness, or that something else.
âPlease donât say my name. Like that, or- At all.â His throat bobs. âIt makes everything very hard.â
Your lips twitch, and you glance back to his dick. He sighs.
âYeah. I know. There are only so many words I can use, you know.â
You laugh softly, despite everything.
Clark grabs the doorframe with a groan. It cracks under his hands, and he wonât stop staring at you,.
âDonât laugh either.â
âI- Iâm sorry-â
âAnd donât apologize, or- Or look at me-â
He cuts himself off with a long moan, and you fix your gaze very pointedly on the ceiling.
âCla-â You cut yourself off. âShould I call you Superman?â
âNo- That- Thatâs weird-â
âKal-El?â
âWorse.â He grunts, and you sigh.
âI need to be able to call you something.â
âIt would be better if you didnât talk, actually.â
That makes you glare at him. He winces, face scrunching in apology.
âNo, not- Not like that-â
âNot like what-â
âItâs just, when you talk-â
âItâs hard?â You snap, and you donât know why youâre so mad all of a sudden. Maybe itâs how you havenât slept in almost two days.
Itâs probably that. But also, something needs to break. If Clark just Supermans away after everything, youâre going to kill him.
âPlease donât sat that word.â Clark mumbles, and you shake your head.
âNo. Iâm going to talk, and youâre going to listen and give me answers.â
âI- I donât think thatâs a good idea-â
âYou donât get to decide whatâs a good idea right now, boner-boy.â
He wrinkles his nose. âThat⊠Doesnât seem fair.â
âMaybe, but you know whatâs also not fair?â You cross your arms over your chest, raising your chin. âIgnoring your best friend for a week, then showing up with a fever and- And magic boner then telling her to shut up!â
âI didnât tell you to shut up-â
âYou said I shouldnât talk.â
âI said it would be better if you didnât talk.â He mumbles, staring at the floor. âThatâs not the same-â
âShut up.â
âSorry.â
The wall cracks further. You wrinkle your nose.
âYou better fix the wall, Kent.â
âI will. âM sorry-â
âStop apologizing to me, and just- Just tell me whatâs wrong!â
You take a step forward. Clark shrinks back, but doesnât move away.
âYouâre not allowed to- To be mad.â He glances up under his lashes, and lets out another labored sigh. âBe more mad.â
 Thatâs not promising, but your worry outweighs your anger. You nod, watching him expectantly. He closes his eyes, like he canât bear to see your reaction. Â
âYou know kryptonite?â
You blink. âOf course I know kryptonite, I donât live under a rock.â
âRight. Well,â he coughs. âThereâs, uh- This thing. Called red kryptonite. And it does⊠Weird things. To me. And other Kryptonians. Which is just Kara- My cousin- I think youâd like her-â
âClark.â
âSorry- Sorry.â He groans. You can trace a bead of sweat down his brow.
âRed kryptonite?â You prompt, softer than before.
His cock twitches. You try not think about it.
âI got exposed to some.â He mumbles. âLast weekend. And it never does the same thing twice, but usually itâs something like⊠Shrinking me. Flipping my personality, or giving me an extra power or curse or- Once it turned me into a fish-â
âIt what-â
âI got better.â He says quickly. âBut itâs usually immediate. This wasnât. I- I even hoped I got lucky. That it wasnât going to effect me at all. Then I got into the office on Monday, and saw you, andâŠâ
He trails off, words hanging in the air.
Saw you.
You activated the red kryptonite in him.
Thereâs a very reasonable guess to what itâs doing. You still need to hear him say it, before you do something about it.
âWhat happened when you saw me?â You breathe, and he gives you a pleading look.
Makes a loose gesture to his erection. You bite back a smile. Heâs going to need talking into this.
âClark.â You say gently, and he groans.
âPlease donât make me say it.â
You give him a look, and he turns even redder than before. Stares down at his feet like a scolded child. Itâs almost adorable, while also remaining impossibly hot.
âItâs very⊠Demanding.â He mumbles. âAbout certain things that I would like to do. And it is very particular about who I need to do it with. But- I canât ask that of you-â
âCanât you?â
Your question is quiet. You know heâll hear you.
And Clarkâs head snaps up, his jaw hanging open. He shakes his head.
âYou- You canât mean that-â
âWhy not?â
You take a small step forward. Clark grabs the other side of the door way, tracking your every movement with that predatory focus.
âIâd like to.â You murmur. He grunts.
âYou donât have to pity me-â
âItâs not pity.â
He chuckles dryly. âFeels like it. I know you donât- Thatâs not how you feel-â
âWho says itâs not how I feel?â
You fix him with a challenging glare, and Clark swallows.
âUhh⊠Steve?â
You scoff. âSteveâs been trying to ask me out for three years, of course heâd tell you that.â
Clark shakes his head, his whole body trembling.
Youâve stopped a foot away. More than close enough for him to grab you. But he has to make that final step himself.
âI- I could hurt you.â He says, giving you that puppy look.
You shrug. âI like being hurt a little.â
His cock jumps. He doubles over, and youâre a little worried heâs going to break your whole apartment if he doesnât move soon.
âClark.â You whisper, taking a small step forward. âI trust you. And I- I want this. I want you.â
âNo, you-â
âDonât tell me what I feel.â
He shuts his mouth, still giving you that desperate look. You want to soothe him, but you just hold your ground.
âWill it hurt you?â You ask. âIf you ignore it?â
He nods, tight and controlled.
You steel yourself, even as your nerves start to buzz.
Not with fear.
With excitement.
âThen use me.â You whisper, holding his darkened gaze. âPlease.â
And Clark snaps.
He kisses you so hard you stumble. Knees buckle as Clarkâs fevered lips overtake yours, and your startled squeal only lets him kiss you deeper. Your fingers fly out for something to hold onto, and find only the air.
Clark picks you up like youâre made of feathers, and thereâs something steady about there being no ground at all.
If you were in your right mind, youâd think something about free fall and having no worry if thereâs nowhere for impact. If you can only be caught.
But youâre not in your right mind. Because Clark isnât kissing you like a kiss.
Heâs inhaling you, and itâs already lighting you on fire.
Thereâs a thick arm wrapped around your waist, the other holding your back. A hand wrapped around your neck, angling him to kiss as deeply as he wants. His tongue presses over yours as he walks himself backwards.
You push back, and he moans. Itâs the most beautiful sound youâve ever heard.
Clarkâs back hits the wall, his legs sinking slightly as you make out. Nothing in his hold on you falters. If anything, it tightens. Like even with your open mouth moving against each other, thereâs no way he can get close enough.
You respond to everything he gives you. Clark squeezes the back of your neck lightly, and you hum happily, smiling into the kiss. He grunts, when you thread your fingers through his hair.
He sinks further down, kisses turning short and desperate. He sucks on your lower lip, nipping softly and hauling you further up his body. Your nails dig into his scalp, and he drops his arm on your waist to grab your ass.
âClark-â
âSo- Sorry-â He groans, and you can feel him rolling beneath you, trying to get himself back under control. âYouâre just- So pretty, and- And soft, and-â
He drops fully to the floor, and you start slightly when he rips his mouth from yours, before burying his face in your neck.
âSmell so good.â He almost whines. âSo good.â
You take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. Youâre the sane one right now. The Clark beneath you is still your Clark, but heâs also a man whoâs in a fugue state of lust. Not the mild, usually level headed, noble little dork you love.
Clark whines, when you run your nails gently against the back of his neck. Heâs almost shaking, kissing and sucking on your neck like he canât even help himself. You donât think he can.
It makes sense why he was avoiding you. This wouldâve been quite the HR violation in the copy room.
âItâs okay.â You coo, kissing the side of his head. âYou can take what you need, Clark, I told you I want it-â
âYou- You canât-â
âDonât tell me what I get to want-â
âNo, you canât.â He detaches himself from your neck, going completely still. His grip on your hips is bruising.
You donât mind at all.
âIâll hurt you.â He mutters, and you sigh.
âWe talked about this-â
âIâll hurt you.â He squeezes his eyes shut, over pouncing each word, and you stare at him for a moment.
You shift in his lap, trying to peer closer, and he hisses. His fingers dig into your sides, and his head slowly bows against your chest. Licking and kissing softly, as if he canât physically stand to be that far from you.
And you feel it.
The literal alien cock pressing against your ass. Youâd think was a stick if you didnât know better.
Oh.
Right.
Clark must hear the way your heartbeat picks up, and put it together. He sighs, warm breath tickling over your breasts.
âI need to get you ready.â
You swallow. âI- Iâm pretty-â You can feel your heartbeat in your cunt, and thereâs the familiar tingling ache thatâs always a good sign. âI feel pretty ready-â
Clark grunts. âNot ready enough.â
âHow do you know-â
âNose.â
âNose- Oh.â You flush. He can smell your arousal. âBut thatâs a good thing, right-â
âNot enough.â
He seems reduced to short worded grunts. Youâre not faring much better, but thereâs also a massive man below you that canât stop sucking around your tits.
âCan you⊠Always smell me?â You manage to ask, and he hums.
Thatâs his agreement hum.
Your jaw drops.
âAre you serious-â
âI canât help it.â
âYou- You could wear nose plugs-â
âNo. Like it too much.â
Your thighs squeeze, those deep words shooting straight to your cunt, and Clark groans.
âYou- Canât move-â
âYou should move-â
âWonât hurt you.â He grunts, like heâs making a vow. âJust- Need a second.â
You let out a slow breath, looking up to the ceiling. The idea comes faster than you want to admit, but youâre desperate.
âYou were better when you woke up.â You say causally, stroking your fingers through his hair. âLucid.â
Clark grunts. You smile at the air.
âYou came in bed last night.â
He stiffens slightly. âWet dream.â
âAbout who?â
You feel the ghost of a smile, against your chest. âYouâre very⊠Mouthy. Like this.â
And youâve been told that before. But something about the way Clark says itâlike something heâs measuring, a note heâs jotting down for a pieceâmakes you feel all glowy and stupid inside.
âWow. Mouthy.â You tease. âNot very polite, Clark.â
âThere are other words I couldâve used for it.â He mumbles, and you giggle.
âYeah? Like what?â
Clark draws slowly back, staring at you with those drunken, dark eyes.
âA brat.â
A lot of the fight leaves you, very fast. No ones ever looked at you like that. Like youâre something they want to chew on, carefully and deeply. To leave a mark while keeping every part of you both ruined and intact.
And his voice. Lower than youâve ever heard, and hoarse with desire. You were already a lot woman. This just seals your fate.
âI should jerk you off.â You blurt.
Clark makes a sound like a wounded animal, and drops his brow against yours.
âYou- You canât just say that-â
âBut it will help.â You give him your best, pouty and pleading expression. âYouâll feel better enough to- To get me ready.â You try to keep your voice level, as if youâre not thrilled just to say the words. âAnd then⊠More.â
Clark doesnât answer. He just closes his eyes again, breathing heavily through his mouth. You wait, but you start to get a little worried he didnât hear.
âCan you please look at me-â
âNo.â He grinds out, and you frown. Reach up to cup his face.
âClark-â
âDonât ask me to move.â His words are tight. Pushed through his teeth.
You feel his cocks twitch, near your ass.
âClark.â You make your voice soft. Traced the tensed line of his jaw, the bridge of his nose. He whimpers at the touch, and you smile. âItâs okay.â
âI- I need to get you-â
âIâm going to touch you, okay?â
His throat bobs, but he nods. Short and tight.
Enough.
You scoot back, and Clark lowers his legs at a painfully slow pace you accommodate you. Your ass drags over his dick, and he hisses, rutting up.
âSorry-â
âItâs okay.â You say quickly, smiling slightly. âGood preview.â
He looks at you in befuddled exasperation. Opens his mouth like heâs going to snap something else out about you being a brat.
You settle against his knees, and donât give him a chance.
The sound Clark makes when you wrap your hand around his cock is holy. Deep and guttural, like a man already wrecked. You let him sit in your loose grip for a second, watching his chest heave and eyes flutter.
Heâs throbbing under your touch. You can barely hold him with the single hand.
You add a second, and squeeze at the base.
Clark makes another one of those beautiful noises, and grabs your wrist.
âBe- Be careful.â
You pause. âDoes it not feel-â
âFeels good.â He grunts. âToo good. Gonna- Oh, fuck-â
Your mouth falls open. Clark swore.
You started to stroke his cock, and he swore.
And more. You need more. More of his swears, his sounds, his sweat running down his bare chest and the way heâs moaning your name. You need to see him fall apart, because once heâs back in controlâonce this massive dildo of a dick is inside youâyouâre not going to be able to focus on such things.
You set a quick pace. Skin slapping and hot, unraveling him quickly.
Clark calls your name, his hands slamming back to grab at the walls. You watch in awe as his fingers sink into the wood, creating a slot for him to hold onto.
âLike- Like that- Shit.â He tosses his head back, moaning loud and lewd. âYeah, baby, oh- Right there-â
He cuts himself off, rolling his hips up into your touch. You squeeze him again, switching your hands so one can thumb at the weeping slit on his head. Pre-cum leaks all over your fingers, and your lean further down.
You want to taste him.
When you slide off his legsâkeeping your hands workingâClark says your name in a rough, garbled warning.
âWhat- What are you-â
You wrap your lips around the tip of him, flicking your tongue where your thumb had been. Clark makes a sound youâve never heard from anyone before, his free hand flying to grab your neck.
The grip is tight, but painless. Youâre in no danger of pain.
Thereâs something thrilling about how heâs gripping you so possessively. Like a life line.
You drop your hand to play with his balls. Clark bucks up into your mouth, bumping against the back of your throat.
âSorry- Fucking Christ-â
You moan happily around him, drooling lips pushing down further. Your tongue swirls around him, and you suck, bobbing your head up and down. Trying to make him lose control again.
It doesnât take long. Not when you reach up to his hand on your neck, and push it down.
âAre you-â
You moan, and Clark gives in.
He fucks your face like itâs a toy. Cock slipping in and out from between your lips, your spit staining with his pre-cum. Tears prick at your eyes, but you dig your nails into his thighs, refusing to be pulled off.
âLook- Look at you- Holy- Holy shit-â
Clark moans your name, and you let your hand drift back his balls. He slams up at the featherlight touch, and the tears start to flow.
âYouâre so good at this sweetheart, so- So good-â Clark moans, hips thrusting to meet every bob of your head. âYour mouth is so warm, and- And soft-â
You suckle lightly, the praise going right to your core. Your ass is sticking in the air, grinding up into nothing as he uses you.
And you can feel how close he is. His balls are tightening under your fingers, his cock twitching and pulsing, and-
Clark yanks you off suddenly, with one last cry of your name. Before you can protest or try to go back down, you see why.
Heâs cumming.
And heâs not stopping.
Thick white ropes spurt from his dick, and you stare, transfixed. Every time you think he must be done, more comes. When the geyser finally stops, thereâs not a place it hasnât hit.
Clark lets out a shaky breath. You look up to him with wide eyes. He stares back, licking his lips.
âIf you-â
âDo that inside me.â
You speak at the same time again. Clark blinks, leaning back slightly, and you flush.
âI- I mean- Clark-â
He starts to drag you forward, and your words turn into a squeak. Your being manhandled right into his lap, your ass still sticking up in the air and your hands just barely bracing you on the ground.
âI heard you.â He drawls, running a hand over the curve of your ass. âPretty well, actually.â
His hand drags over your exposed core, and you whimper.
âDonât- Donât tease-â
âTrust me.â He mutters darkly. âI wonât.â
Two thick fingers toy at your clit, and you push yourself higher into the air. He knows exactly how to flick that little button, to drive you insane.
âOh- Oh god-â
âIf I had time.â Clark murmurs, almost to himself. âIâd keep you here for the rest of the day. Watch the sweetness drip down your legs,â his fingers trace over your sensitive inner thighs. âLet you make a mess in my lap. Wait âtill youâre begging for it, then touch you,â one, broad finger rubs around your fluttering hole. âNice and slow, until you feel what Iâm dealinâ with right now.â
You moan, gaping at the floor. Clark gets a southern, Kanas drawl when heâs horny. It makes you clench around nothing, and he chuckles.
âOh, you like that.â He presses the tip of his finger in, and you whine. âYeah, I know. Know better than anyone, sweetheart.â
He pushes his hips slightly, forcing your ass higher into the air. Thereâs a rip, and cold air hits your core, making you shiver. His cock, still so hard, bumps against your tummy right as his finger slips into your cunt.
âClaaaark.â You moan, squeezing tight around him.
Youâre rubbing backwards, trying to take him deeper. He splays one hand on your lower back, keeping you from getting what you want while still letting you chase the false hope.
He crooks his finger slightly, twisting it in a circle. You go limp, wrapping your arms around his thigh and pressing your cheek down for support.
âThatâs it.â He mutters. âJust seeing what you need, itâs alright. Shit,â he lets out a sharp breath, cock twitching against you. âYouâre so wet. I- I gotta-â
You hear it start to possess him, and you canât be surprised when he pulls the finger out. Still, you twist to whine at him, maybe try to drag his hand back. Heâs strong, but youâre horny, and thatâs sure to help you somehow.
Instead, you trip on your own hands and collapse back down at the sight before you.
Clark cleaning your arousal off his fingers, eyes closed and face slack like heâs having a fine meal.
You canât look away from it. Itâs the hottest, most lewd thing youâve ever seen. You whimper when he goes back into for more, dragging two fingers between your pussy lips before returning them to his mouth. He does it over, and over, and over again. Sometimes giving a little attention to your clit, like heâs milking you for more.
Youâre a flushed, wiggling mess when he finally pulls his fingers away with a pop. His eyes are wholly black, gleaming with lust and fixed on yours.
Thereâs nothing left of you but putty, when Clark slowly starts to rub your pussy again. Youâre a smeared, wrecked mess that canât stop grinding back onto his hand, and he smiles down at you.
Itâs predatory, but still soft. Exactly what you expect from him now. Pulling out the hair that got stuck in your mouth, all while slowly fingering your cunt.
âWanted to do that for so long.â He coos, pushing two fingers deep inside of you. âYouâd come into the office and start gettinâ wet right next me, I was slobbering like a dog. Thought Iâd lose my mind, every single day.â
His fingers go deeper, bumping against your g-spot. You keen, making an almost unearthly sound from your chest. Clark notices it. Of course he does.
âThere she is.â He mutters, starting to pump his fingers fast. Pushing against the gummy point over and over, until youâre drooling.
Your head has never been this empty during sex before. But youâve also never been put over Clarkâs lap like this. Fingered into oblivion while his dick pushes into your stomach. You start to push upâhe needs attentionâbut Clark pushes you back down with a grunt.
âNeed to be inside you.â He grunts. âNeed you ready.â
Well. If he needs it.
Itâs easy to relax into the feeling. Clark starting to thumb at your clit, rubbing it back and forth like a bop-it toy. Between that and his fingers, Clark is almost pulling pleasure out of you like a machine. It doesnât take long for you to feel like youâre close. Your face his presses into his bare leg, your pussy fully pried open and well touched. You can feel the familiar tension inside you, about to burst.
âClark- Clark-â You donât have the strength to twist, so you scratch at his leg. âI- Iâm gonna-â
âI know.â He mutters, and fuck, you donât doubt him. âWhenever youâre ready, sweetheart. Cum on my hand, let me feel it.â
It only takes a few more moments. Release hits you quickly, and lasts long. Thighs shaking and loud moans escaping your lips as Clark keeps playing with you.
Youâre dazed from the orgasm. Itâs the strongest youâve ever felt, and your cunt is still pulsing when Clarkâs fingers pull away.
âYouâre ready.â He mutters, and you agree with a garbled sound.
He laughs, leaning down to kiss the back of your head as you quiver. He pulls you up into his lap, and you can feel his cock sliding between your folds. Both of your are so slick with everything thereâs no friction. The tension in Clark tells you heâs close to going feral again, but his voice is still sweet.
âJust- Stay like that, beautiful.â He kisses the side of your head. âAnd if it- If anything starts to feel bad, tell me. Iâll stop.â
And you believe him. You know just how much this is affecting him, but you also know heâs Clark. And there isnât a force on earth that could make him hurt you like that.
âCan you- Can you please say youâll tell me-â
âIâll tell you.â Itâs barely more than an exhale.
Clark hears it.
âGood. Good girl.â He kisses your neck this time, and you whimper. âLet me- Canât do it here. Not right.â
Youâre not sure what heâs talking about until youâre airborne. Clark tosses you over his shoulder, holding you steady with one arm around your knees, and you blink at the cum and sweat stained floor. You might have to move, after this.
Maybe Clark could let you live with him.
Too fast. And not the thing to worry about right now.
Get fucked stupid, then think about your living situation and relationship status.
Thatâs a good plan. The best plan.
There really couldnât be a better one, you decide. Not when Clark starts to rub your clit again, using the full pressure of his palm.
âKeeping her ready.â He rumbles, and you hum. Youâre certainly not complaining.
Youâre already close to another orgasm, when he lowers you down onto the bed. Your back hits the mattress, and you immediately reach between your thighs, fondling at your pussy hopelessly. Nothing feels as good as Clarkâs hands. He mightâve already ruined you forever.
âDonât do that.â
Those very hands catch your wrists. You stumble over your breath, when you look up at Clark.
Heâs back into feral caveman mode. Stroking his cock with one hand, the other squeezing yours gently before setting it down at your side.
âI touch you.â He grunts, and you canât argue with that.
You lay down, spreading your legs slowly. In offering. Clark makes that guttural sound, his dick somehow looking like itâs gotten harder. You swallow. Itâs very hard not to touch yourself with a massive, hulking god standing over you and jerking himself off. For Clark, youâre going to try.
Heâs been reduced back to deep noises from his chest and moans of your name, but heâs not making any attempt to move on you. Heâs just⊠Staring.
Stroking his cock, and watching you. Looking between your wet, gaping pussy and flushed face, beating himself into his fist.
He moans, and doubles over. Pumps so fast his hand becomes a blur, and god youâd like him to do that to you later.
His face lands on your inner thigh. Soft stubble grazing the oversensitive area, cold breath pushing against your clit. You grab his hair, back arching off the bed at the taunting pleasure. Clark moans, watching you clench around nothing.
You cry, as his face fully presses into your cunt. Itâs right as he finishes himself off, his cum painting the mattress and covering your ankles.
Clark rises back up, and for a second you just stare at each other.
âDidnât mean to do that.â He rasps, and your lips twitch.
âI liked it.â
He chuckles, shaking his head. âOf course you did.â
Clark falls back over you, kissing you deep and slow. You call tell that the clear-headed affect of the orgasm is lasting for a shorter and shorter time.
And Clark choses to use it, just to kiss you.
He tests the head of his cock up and down your pussy, making sure to push it against your clit before going back down, and starting to slide slowly in. Thereâs almost no resistance, and he hums against your lips.
âGoinâ slow.â He mumbles. âWhile I can.â
You nod. Itâs all you can manage.
He feels just as bigâif not biggerâthan he looked. Never has a cock stretched you so greatly, and so well. The fullness is incomparable, and youâd be worried you couldnât take it if your pussy wasnât greedily swallowing him whole.
âThatâs it.â Clark groans, pushing in every inch so torturously and amazingly slow. Forcing you to feel every single inch. âThereâs you go, just- Just take it- Fuuuck-â
He moans your name, and you kiss him. You want to feel everything he has, vibrating through your chest. Straight into your cunt.
Clark bottoms out, hiding his face in your neck. You blink up at the ceiling, trying to push off more tears. Itâs good, unbelievably good, and your body doesnât know what to do with it.
âTight.â Clark mumbles against you, and you laugh breathily.
âBig.â
He looks up at you, and for a second, you only see Clark. Your best friend, looking out of you, always kinder than he needs to be.
ââm serious.â He says, low and rough. Like a secret. âWhen I call you pretty. When I- When I say I want you-â
You kiss him, and Clark melts into you in a second. You canât stop your smile.
âI know.â You breathe, and he nods.
âLove you.â He pushes in almost an inch deeper, like the words spur him on. âSo much.â
You blink, and his eyes widen.
âThatâs- Um- I donât think I meant to- You feel really good and my brain is soupy-â
Kissing to shut him up will only work so many times. You cover his mouth with your hand, every inch of you feeling alive. From his words, his body, every single inch of this glorious man thatâs somehow, all yours.
âMy brain is soupy too.â You whisper, clenching purposefully around his cock.
Clark grunts, rutting forward. You giggle, and he gives you a dangerous look.
âVery soupy. But,â You beam. âI love you too. And Iâm very serious.â
Clark pauses. Smiles into your hand, eyes shining in the dark. You feel a little like your floating. Youâd like to be rocketed right up to heaven.
âMake me dumb.â You breathe, and Clarkâs shoulders square.
Your hand is knocked away in a second. His mouth attacks yours, and the moment he starts to move, an orgasm is ripped from your very core.
You scream, locking up and clenching around him. Clark moans against your lips, grabbing your knees and pushing them up to your chest. Itâs a deep angle, and you can feel every inch of him, sliding in and out of your cunt. His balls slap near your ass, and his mouth hangs open as he stares down at him.
Heâs fully gone to the red kryptonites effects. Thereâs no question, as he bends you in half and starts to fuck you like a doll. But he still doesnât let his strength slip. You feel completely safe in his hands.
Safe and attended to.
Youâve never fucked a man who makes sure to hit your g-spot so much, and Clarkâs barely even lucid right now. But he drills down into it, moaning your name and making those sinful, beautiful sounds.
Itâs too much for your poor pussy. Two is a lot of orgasms. Three is yourâusualâmax, and thatâs usually with time between. But Clark isnât letting up. And youâre getting close again.
âCla- Clark-â You whine out, and he fucking growls. âClark, Iâm gonna-â
He makes a deep noise of understanding, and starts to fuck you harder. You cry out, grabbing uselessly at the sheets as the next release gushes from your pussy, flying up your spine like ecstasy.
Clark finds his own release there. With you clenching tight around him, writhing with overwhelmed pleasure and moaning his name like a hymn as you come. He throws his head back and starts to fuck like an animal, roaring your name.
He grabs your jaw, demanding your eyes on his. His thumb presses on your lower lip.
Cockdrunk and empty headed, you open your mouth and start to suck.
It feels even better than youâd thought. At first itâs nothing, just painting your walls and sticking so deep inside you, you think it knocks you into another, tiny orgasm. Then itâs more, spurting out of your pussy as he keeps fucking into you. An obscene fountain, staining your ass and thighs.
Then itâs too much. Youâre not sure you can breathe, but the lights dancing on the edge of your vision only add to the euphoria.
Now, itâs everything. Youâre full. So full. You never want to be empty again.
And you donât think Clark would allow that anyway.
Because heâs still fully hard inside of you. And with how heâs staring at you, you donât think thereâs a space of sound mind anymore.
Clark just stares at you, still mindlessly sucking on his thumb and growls.
You giggle as he grabs your hips and flips you onto your stomach. Drags your ass back up into the air and pushes himself back in with a thick moan.
Thereâs a chance that his cum is transferring some of the sexual stamina onto you. Itâs the only possible way you can last this long. Clark fucks into you from behind, kissing up and down your spine as his balls slap against your clit. Your fourth orgasm hits you, and you think you see he stars.
Clark cums again. You donât know how thereâs still possibly space for it, but nature finds a way.
You giggle into the sheets. Clark kisses your shoulder, rutting deeper and deeper into your abused pussy.
He might take your laughter as a challenge. Suddenly youâre being flipped over, and Clarkâs impaling you on his dick once more, forcing you to slide down and feel every inch.
Itâs a good thing you get giggly when you have good sex.
If he sees it as a challenge, youâre ready to lose, over and over and over again.
On Sunday, Clark fucks you through the afternoon and into the night.
There isnât a spot in the apartment that doesnât feel the aftermath. After making you ride him, he clambered over you and held you to his chest, fucking you with just your knees on the bed. After that you ended up on your back, then riding him again, then somehow on the floor. Against the wall. In the doorway, your face pressed against the window, Clark flying and holding you in his lap. By the time the sun was over your head, you were a wordless, dumb mess. Clark had you in a headlock and you were smiling like an idiot, taking his cock over and over again until you think you reshaped each other.
Now, standing in the shower to wash off the everything, you think if you reached down and touched yourself, youâd find Clark completely rearranged your guts to his shape. When youâd looked at him during the soft, quiet cleanup, his cock had certainly looked like youâd molded him to only fit in you.
Itâs an oddly romantic thought.
There are lots of those to go around.
Clarkâs waiting for you in the living room. Heâs been trying to clean, but you donât think thereâs a point.
âI told you Iâm going to have to move,â you joke, and he sighs.
âWell, I- I really tried, but-â He wrinkles his nose. âI think it got in things. When I- Yeah.â He groans. âI can see it.â
âSee it-â
âX-ray vision.â
âOh.â That fun revelation had gotten lost in everything else. Itâs going to take some getting used to.
Clark bows his head, almost in shame.
âSorry I didnât tell you,â he mutters.
You shake your head. âIt fine-â
âI wanted to-â
âClark.â You place a hand on his chest, smiling softly. âItâs okay. Really.â
He blinks at you, then relaxes.
âReally?â He asks anyway, and you nod.
âReally.â You nod to the floor. âI can even start apartment hunting right now.â
Clark laughs at that, and you beam.
Itâs the same. Even after I love yous and the sex marathon, itâs still just Clark. And youâre more lucky to have that, than anything else.
âYou could move in with me.â He suggests quiet and nervous, and your eyes widen.
âI-â
âIf itâs too fast, you donât have to, I- Geez, I havenât even taken you out on a date yet, never mind-â
âClark.â You raise your voice, forcing him to quiet down. âI was thinking the same thing earlier.â
He starts slightly. His lips twitch. âYou were?â
You nod, and he grins like you handed him the sun.
âItâs not- Maybe too fast-â
âMaybe.â You shrug. âBut I- Iâve loved you for years.â You look down to your fingers. âAnd we kind of lived together before. For work. And youâre my friend, first, so if you think itâs fine-â
Clark pulls your own trick. He grabs your face, and shuts you up with a deep, long kiss. You smile, rising up to meet him, and itâs barely been a day, but itâs the most natural thing in the world.
âIâm gonna do it right, though.â Clark says against your lips. âTake you out. Woo you.â
You laugh. âBring it on.â
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He's been acting grumpy, irritated, like he has a lot on his mind, something he can't exactly share. You know it was bad when he didn't even attempt to flirt with you, even avoided you. And when asked what's wrong he couldn't hold it back any longer and confessed everything; how he can't stand the tension anymore, how he fantasizes about you so much it fogs his mind and he's unable to function, how he wishes he could go all the way cause nothing else brings him relief.
He sank to his knees before you in a gesture so yielding it almost felt like surrender, like he was placing himself entirely at your mercy, trusted you with the ruin of him.
"I beg you, princess. I can't stand this any longer, it's killing me." He held your gaze with helpless sort of desperation, raw with longing and need. He seemed strung tight with tension, every part of him brimming with barely restrained emotion. His hands resting on your thighs, still holding back out of respect for you despite wanting to grip them and spread them open.
Your inner turmoil unraveled something inside you, setting you thoughts into a dizzying spiral of doubts, fears, and endless questions, and yet all of it faded beside the single aching need that remained. Need, almost a primal one, for him. A tight knot in your chest making you thrilled and excited tightened even more due to what were you about to say and experience.
"Do it then. You can do it" you said breathless. A stunned look crossed Dante's face, his eyes widening as the weight of your words settled over him. The moment he waited for so long, he dreamed of every night was finally becoming true. Without further hesitation his hands fumbled desperately with your belt and zipper before wrenching it open. You obediently lifted your hips for him to slide your pants off down to your ankles. You shivered at this exposure, thighs squeezing together tightly. "I've got you, baby" he gently parted your knees "it'll feel good, I promise".
The sight of your damp lingerie already glistening with proof of how turned on you also were, made Dante dizzy. His demon senses flared, catching the scent of sweet, musky arousal. For a second, he just stared. Then his hands were on your hips as he leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss right over the soaked fabric making a jolting shiver run down your spine. A muffled moan escaped both of you, his vibrated against the lace as he inhaled deeply. He wanted to ruin this pretty underwear, to devour you. You realized that demons probably smelled it more intensely and it made the stain on your panties even bigger. His senses amplified every little detail; the hitch of your breath, the way your thighs trembled around his head, and that you just got wetter making his cock leak with precum already cause he was so whipped for you. It was intoxicating. He hooked two fingers under the waistband and without breaking eye contact, slowly peeled them down.
âFuck⊠youâre drenchedâ he rasped before diving in to lick a slow stripe up your slit.
He did it again, licking a longer, wetter stripe this time before focusing on your clit. His tongue circled your sensitive bud teasingly at first then flattened to press down firmly while he sucked, just enough pressure to make your back arch off the couch. One of his hands slid under your thigh, hiking it higher over his shoulder for better access. Your head was spinning from the overwhelming pleasure and those obscene sounds that echoed in the room. His loud slurps and vibrating groans, wet sounds of his saliva mixing with your liquids as he made out with your cunt. You could feel his jaw working not to waste a single drop of you, slurping everything you gave, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper. "You taste so fucking good... shit, I could do this whole night" his breath hovering over your folds each time he spoke. "We should've done this ages ago, honey" he wouldn't stop babbling as if he got drunk on you. "All this just for me..."
"You- ahh... talking way too ngh- much" you choked out pulling his hair to trap him even deeper between your legs. A ragged moan escaped him as he found it harder to breath with your thighs squeezing him so tight so close to your core, but oh god, how much he loved this. Though, it didn't stop him from talking. "Fuck, yeah, suffocate me" followed by a filthy, open-mouthed kiss against your entrance "If I die right now, I'll die as a happiest man on earth". His tongue lapped at you like he was starving for this since forever, his chin glistening with your slickness. You were a trembling mess and it only got more intense. His desperate breaths and moans of satisfaction were so warm against you, your hips bucked closer on their own making him even more turned on as he sucked, on your folds, on your clit, everywhere he could. And when you thought you can't feel any more better in that moment he slid his finger past your entrance making you jolt and gasp in sudden, overwhelming bliss. His tongue and finger moved in sync driving all those pretty moans out of you. Soon the second joined in scissoring your insides, stretching your hole allowing to dive his tongue to places he still hasn't explored properly. Doubling his effort when he noticed your breath quickening even make, desperate cries of pleasure as your climax approach. His finger dove deep once more curling against the right spot making you gasp for air as your entire body shook with intense orgasm you never experienced before. He gulped it down thirstily with desperate urgency, his throat flexing with every swallow that you could clearly hear. As you leaned back in the couch completely spent and pilant unable to move, Dante continued to clean you up with his mouth down to the very last drop.
- The other time when he walked out of shower you approach him without a word sliding your splayed hands across his bare chest, down to his sides till you reached the edges of the towel. And then in one slow motion as you lowered yourself to your knees you'd make it fall to the ground exposing his everything. His length hardening instantly at your gentle touch that soon turned into greedy and possessive grips and presses making him almost pass out on the spot. The moment you took him between your lips he was a man gone. Whimpering mess begging for more, thrusting into your mouth as the tip of his cock massaged depths of your throat. Your tongue feeling every vein and slightest curve on his length as you swirled it around. The world around you seemed to stop existing when you closed your eyes and lost yourself in making him feel good, only sound of his needy groans, and the taste of him mattered. Next moment he cums in your mouth and you obediently swallow every drop of that warm liquid that comes almost in streams. You pull him out and even before you get a chance to wipe your mouth covered in cum and saliva, he picks you up and kisses you senseless.
-first actual time together was in his room after intense making out session. Both of you losing breath at the feeling of closest contact possible. Dante was overwhelmed by the warmth of your walls around him, how euphoric it felt to sink his cock between your folds. Your closeness sent his senses reeling, every touch and breath suddenly sharpened beyond reason to the point you could see his eyes flicker with his demonic side. He came inside you very fast, only after a few thrusts, unable to deal with this much desire and pleasure for the first time.
-he'd be taking you from behind, balls deep into you, when your phone rings.
"Pick it up, darling" and you had no choice but pick the call and try speaking to your friend despite your labored breath and shaky voice. "You good? You sound odd" your friend notices something unusual in your speaking manner.
"Y-yeah I'm- hah- good..." "Well if anything's wrong ask Dante for help, okay? Is he at the place right now?" Your friend was pretty familiar with your flirty roommate who was widely known for doing anything for you. He smirked hearing his name from the phone, keeping slower steady pace of moving inside you. Oh, if only she had known in what way he was there.
"He's in his room I think..." you panted out praying the phone mic won't catch the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out. Desperate to end the call you bid goodbyes and just when you were about to hang up, Dante swayed your hand away from your phone pushing it out of your reach. And then he slammed suddenly in you bottoming out, making you moan so loudly your friend was left with no illusion of what was happening.
"Dante!"
"What? She's concerned about your well being, we're just letting her know you're doing amazing, sweetheart"
- at this point you'd just casually walk on him while he's jerking off in his room to pick some if the stuff you left there. "Don't stop just because I'm here. Don't mind me" You'd say pretending to be unbothered. "Wait, stay" he stops you each time "That way I'll finish faster" sitting across the room you seated yourself in suggestive poses, played with your belt or rub your thighs together making Dante come faster than he'd ever do by himself.
- you'd knock on his door and slide in whenever you were in need. "Dante, I'm horny." You'd just say bluntly and it was all it took for him to please you immediately in whatever way you desired, at any time, dropping everything he was doing. Your pleasure was his priority, your fantasies were his.
- each time you were about to return to your room after excessive "fun" you two had, he'd would beg you to stay for some more. "Just one more, baby, pleaseee." He always insisted despite your legs shaking, eyes barely kept open. And you always gave in anyway finding enough energy in yourself to cum around him one more time, or even more.
- splayed flat on the table, holding onto the opposite edge so tightly your knuckles turned white while he pounded into you with no mercy. You hear a bell to your door ringing distracting you two for a second.
"It's probably delivery guy..." you choked out trying to prop yourself on your elbows. "Gotta get that-" your words got stuck in your throat due to another sharp thrust of Dante's hips.
"Delivery guy, huh?" He'd hold your hips firmly not letting you move away. "Saw your search history yesterday, babe. You don't need no toys now that you have me"
you bit your lip in embarrassment at your little secret, cheeks burning. "It's not even that! I ordered new rugs since the one got ruined... b-by- ah! you..." you struggled to form sentences.
"You mean, by us" he smirked picking up the pace. "Too bad. Delivery's gotta wait until my pretty girl cums for me"
You lay down back on the table with a helpless moan awaiting your release that was closer with each second.
summary: the gaang admit they want you and decide to show you exactly how much.
warnings: sub!reader, fem!reader, orgy dynamics, multiple partners, oral sex, handjobs, throat fucking implied, oral receiving, praise kink, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, temperature play, ice play, sensory overload, rough kissing, gagging, degradation themes, punishment but no reward, consensual dominance, breast play, nipple stimulation, clit stimulation, messy kissing, cum play, sexual tension, power dynamics, smut, MDNI;
wc: 2,5k
a/n: katara being both a top and the mastermind behind this was inevitable actually. thank you to my đ anon for suggesting this.
It started as a joke.
As a funny question about who was having crushes on who.
One thing led to another, and they all somehow told you it was you.
That was when silence fell over the entire room.
During your time together with the gaang, there had been awkward moments and silence before, yet nothing too out of the ordinary. But this one? It was different. More suffocating. More⊠intimate. You could feel the gazes on you now, watching you with focus and unreadable expressions.
Your heartbeat started increasing, your palms turning sweaty as your mind scrambled for something to say. You didnât know what to do or where to go from this.
Of course, the attraction was both ways.
From the moment you met them and started spending time together, you felt it growing stronger with every passing day. But you never dared to say or do anything about it, too scared it would ruin the vibe between all of you.
The close relationships you had built with each of them mattered too much. You couldnât throw everything away.
âWe didnât want you to feel weirded out, you know?â Katara finally broke the silence as she scooted closer, until her chest pressed against your arm.
âOh, no, I would neverââ
Your breath caught in your throat the moment her hand landed on your thigh.
âIs that okay?â Katara asked softly, fingers resting there carefully.
You could barely answer her.
You nodded quietly instead.
âI want to hear you talk,â she pushed gently, her hand slowly sliding higher up your thigh.
âItâs okay,â you breathed out shakily.
âYouâre blushing like crazy,â Sokka snickered as he leaned back on his palms, eyes never leaving your form.
You threw him a glare, but the second your eyes locked with his, you couldnât hold it for long.
Yeah.
For the first time, you actually felt intimidated by Sokka.
âAre you too hot right now?â Katara spoke again, making you look back at her. âYouâre burning up,â she continued while your breathing turned more uneven with every second. âShould I help you?â
She offered it so casually, like she wasnât making your entire body heat up with just a few touches.
You wouldâve liked not to answer so fast. But you did.
She barely even managed to finish speaking before a nervous âyesâ left your lips.
Toph and Sokka immediately giggled while Zuko and Aang sent you sympathetic looks, though neither of them looked much calmer themselves.
âCome here, then. Lay your back against my chest,â Katara instructed gently, though there was still firmness hidden beneath her soft tone.
You nodded quickly and shifted towards her, settling between her legs until your back rested against her chest comfortably.
âTell me if itâs too much, alright?â she whispered near your ear.
Then you felt her hands slide downwards until they rested over your breasts beneath the dark green robe you were wearing.
Your breath hitched.
Katara hooked her fingers into the fabric and slowly dragged the material aside, exposing your bare breasts to the entire room. Cool air brushed against your skin immediately, making your nipples harden from the sudden loss of warmth.
Sokka whistled at the sight before Zuko nudged him hard in the side.
Aang stayed quiet, but his eyes were completely focused on your chest now.
âNothing underneath?â Katara questioned with a knowing smile tugging at her lips.
âIâ you all appeared out of nowhereâ I didnât have timeââ you tried to explain quickly.
âSheâs lying,â Toph interrupted with a grin.
Your face burned hotter as you looked down at your lap.
Katara raised a brow at you expectantly.
You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes, avoiding their eyes.
âI wore nothing on purpose,â you finally admitted on a quiet tone.
A moan instantly slipped from your lips when Kataraâs hands squeezed your breasts, kneading the soft skin slowly.
âOh,â she whispered against your ear. âThen maybe weâll have to punish you for lying and for the other times you did things on purpose.â
Her fingers squeezed your nipples harder.
Then suddenly, you felt something freezing against your skin.
You jolted.
Looking down, you realized the tips of Kataraâs fingers had turned icy cold, frost slowly forming against your heated skin. The sharp contrast made your entire body squirm in her lap.
She kept rubbing your nipples between her fingers, making shaky cries leave your throat from both the sting and pleasure of it.
âMhmâ ah!â
Your head fell back against her shoulder.
âNeed some warmth?â she teased softly.
Before you could answer, you heard heavy footsteps approaching.
You lifted your head slightly and saw Zuko walking towards you before lowering himself onto his knees between your legs.
His large hands rested carefully against your knees first before slowly sliding upwards over your skin.
âThat okay?â he asked quietly, eyes fixed on yours while waiting patiently for your answer.
You nodded automatically.
Katara immediately pressed colder fingers against your nipple in punishment for your non-verbal reply, making you jolt with a whimper.
âYes! Yes, itâs okayâ Iâm sorry,â you gasped out quickly.
Zukoâs lips curled into a small teasing smirk before he slowly pushed aisde the material of your robes, completely revealing your legs along with your undergarments.
Then his palm slowly went between youe legs, pressing directly against your clothed core.
Your hips jerked forward instinctively at the warmth of his hand against your sensitive heat.
Kataraâs lips brushed against your ear at the same time, making another shiver run through your body.
You had Kataraâs cold hands on your breasts and Zukoâs warmth pressing down on you through the material, the contrast making your head spin.
You were so lost in the moment that you didnât even notice Aang and Sokka stepping closer until they settled beside you on either side.
âGonna help us out a little too, right?â Sokka asked with a grin.
âIf you want to, of course,â Aang added with a soft voice, offering a nervous smile.
How could you even refuse them?
âIâd loveâmhmâ love to,â you say, a lot breathier than intended.
Sokkaâs grin widened after hearing your reply. He then took your hand that rested on Kataraâs leg, while Aang carefully lifted your other hand, fumbling slightly with his trousers.
Normally, you probably wouldâve giggled at how awkward he looked for a second. But Zuko and Katara already had you dizzy from the overwhelming contrast of hot and cold sensations moving through your body.
You let both boys guide your hands where they wanted them, your eyes slightly widening when you saw them pulling out their half-hardened cocks.
Sokka was bigger than you expected, not overly thick but long enough to make your throat tighten. Aang was thicker, with more prominent veins running along his length, making you wonder how would it feel inside you.
Both of them were already leaking precum, feeling their wettnes the moment your fingers wrapped around them. Quiet hisses and groans filled the room as you started moving your hands slowly, thumbs spreading the slick fluid over their tips before stroking up and down carefully.
Sokkaâs hand quickly caught your wrist, encouraging you to pump him faster, while Aang seemed to enjoy slower movements more.
So you tried your best to give both of them what they wanted.
But it was hard to stay focused.
Katara was still kneading your breasts like they belonged to her, earning soft whimpers from you every few seconds before icy jolts shot through your body whenever her cold fingertips brushed over your sensitive nipples too harshly.
At the same time, Zukoâs palm kept rubbing over your clothed core, thumb brushing your clit, pressing down and spreading his warmth all over, making your hips twitch forward helplessly.
When he finally stopped moving and pulled his hand away, you almost whimpered at the loss. But then your gaze dropped towards Toph, who was crawling towards you with a grin spread across her face.
âWhatââ
âShh,â Katara cooed softly into your ear, her warm breath brushing your skin and making your heart race even faster. âItâs okay.â
Toph reached you and immediately pushed your legs apart wider while Zukoâs hand suddenly caught your chin, forcing your attention back onto him instead.
You blinked in confusion at first, only for your breath to catch when you realized he was freeing his cock too.
Slowly, carefully, he guided the tip against your parted lips.
âJust a little?â he asked, voice low as the tip brushed against your lower lip.
âYes,â you breathed out quickly before Katara could punish you again for staying quiet.
That was all Zuko needed.
He pushed into your mouth too fast at first, making you gag immediately as tears burned at your eyes. He muttered a quick apology under his breath before pulling back slightly to let you breathe. Then he moved again, slower this time, more careful. Though you could still tell he wanted to go faster.
Your watery gaze dropped towards Toph, who was already pulling the rest of your clothes away completely. The second she exposed your cunt, her fingertips slid through your folds curiously before she chuckled softly at how wet you already were.
Your hips instinctively moved towards her touch, the sudden movement making you gag around Zuko again.
Toph only grinned wider at the sounds.
She lowered herself between your legs completely before hooking them over her shoulders.
Then her mouth was on you.
The first slow lick along your folds made your entire body shake. A second later, she sucked harshly at your clit, earning louder muffled cries from your throat around Zukoâs cock.
Katara kept whispering soft praises into your ear while stimulating your nipples relentlessly. They were probably swollen and red by now from how much attention she gave them, but the sting only turned you on more.
Your grip around Sokka and Aang loosened slightly as your focus completely shattered from all the sensations hitting you at once.
Zuko thrusting into your mouth.
Toph licking between your legs like she was starving.
Katara torturing your sensitive chest.
Sokka noticed immediately.
He firmly grabbed your wrist and guided your hand faster along his length, using your grip to help himself chase his release.
Aang stayed gentler instead.
He slowly rocked into your hand while one of his palms moved into your hair, carefully massaging your scalp and trying to comfort you despite how overwhelmed you already looked.
The room slowly filled with sounds.
Your muffled moans.
Sokkaâs groans.
Aangâs shaky breaths.
Zukoâs rough grunts.
And the wet slurping noises coming from between your legs every time Toph sucked harder at your clit.
Meanwhile, Katara stayed steady behind you through all of it, paying attention to every reaction your body gave her. Every twitch. Every gasp.
Every tear gathering at your eyes whenever Zuko pushed too deep into your throat or Toph sucked your clit too harshly.
At one point, your eyes fluttered shut completely.
There were too many sensations at once. Too many hands touching you everywhere â your breasts, your waist, your stomach, your thighs.
âIâm close,â Zuko suddenly grunted.
Your eyes opened halfway.
Steam curled faintly from his skin and through his nose, while veins stood out sharply along his neck as his thrusts became rougher and sloppier.
Then, with a sharp breath, he finally pulled out and spilled over his own palm instead.
You inhaled deeply the second your mouth was free, finally able to breathe properly againâ
âbut the relief barely lasted two seconds.
Kataraâs hand grabbed your chin firmly and turned your head towards her before she crashed her lips against yours.
The kiss instantly turned messy.
Teeth clashing. Lips biting.
Saliva slipping down your chin as she kissed you greedily, swallowing every shaky whimper that left your throat. At some point, her hand slid back down between your thighs, fingers pressing directly against your clit while Toph kept licking at your folds below.
Toph hummed against you, tightening her grip around your thighs.
You moaned louder, hips moving faster now until you were practically grinding your pussy against Tophâs face.
Your toes curled hard and a hot feeling started tightening inside your stomach, growing stronger with every touch, every movement, every hand on your body.
Then suddenly, another hand tilted your chin upwards.
Aang.
He lowered himself closer before pulling you into another kiss immediately after Katara let you go. You thought he would be a bit more composed, but with the way his tongue pushed into your mouth desperately⊠it was far from that.
Your hand still stroked him through the kiss, feeling him twitch harder and harder in your grip. He whimpered against your lips, both hands tangling into your hair as he pulled you closer.
The kiss quickly became sloppy and desperate. Then his whole body tensed suddenly.
You felt hot cum spill over your hand while his movements faltered completely. Small apologies left his lips between kisses, breathless and embarrassed.
You couldnât help smiling faintly against his mouth.
But before the moment could last, another strong hand wrapped gently around your throat, pulling you away from Aang.
Then Sokka kissed you next.
He no longer needed help to finish as he did the work by himself since you were so lost in the moment.
Your jaw hurt and your lips were completely swollen because of the kissing. You were still trying to focus on reaching that feeling that felt so close.
You let out a moan as you let Sokkaâs tongue leave your mouth, while your hips rose up to meet Toph faster. But before you can feel that sweet pressure finally snap, you heard Kataraâs voice behindyou.
âStop,â her voice came out strong and firm, making you shiver.
Tophâs movements slow down as she leans back, while Sokkaâs mouth leaves yours.
âButââ you try to complain.
âWhere would be the punishment if we let you get what you want?â she smiled at you, but her eyes gave you another message⊠one that stirred something in you. Something heavy and dark and⊠curious.
Youâve never thought youâd enjoy feeling so many hands on you, so many mouths, so many bodies⊠but you did, and you wanted to see how far this will go.
Katara patted your leg to get up, and you tried, but you almost fell due to your wobbly legs, yet Aang moved faster and caught you in his strong arms.
âEasy,â he whispered in your ear, making you look up at him, seeing how fond he was looking at you. He had that kind smile on his face.
Before you can even thank him, you heard Kataraâs voice behind you, sending shivers down your spine.
adult aang x reader
warnings: 18+ nsfw, rough sex, aang losing control, avatar state during sex
summary: when aang fucks, he tends to lose his control.
sex with aang was always dangerous.
he was easy to rile up. his body was sensitive to your warmth. what would start off as slow and sleepy sex would turn into something aggressive and rough. he would get lost in the pleasureâusing your body like a sex toy as he let lust cloud both his mind and judgment.
with all the stress and fighting he had to go through dailyâthis, his cock completely sheathed inside your tight, warm pussy, was what he looked forward to the most.
his eyes rolled back, one hand holding the bedframe and the other gripping your hip tight. your thighs were draped over his waist as he fucked you into the mattress.
âa-aang⊠mphhâŠ!â you moaned, your hair pooling around the pillows so pretty as he fucked you.
your body, completely bare for his hungry gaze, bounced with every rough thrust he gave you. the sound of your voiceâsweet as sinâfilled his ears and danced in them.
âfu..fuuuckk..â he moaned, tossing his head back as he got lost in your body.
thatâs when you started to see it.
the blue on his skin began to glow, flickering like a light.
it would go in and out, intensifying with each hard thrust that met your sweet spot. every time you cried out, it would glow even brighter. he would open his eyes to look at you, half lidded and hazy, and his pupils would disappear into a soft light before reappearing again.
âgod.. you feel so tight⊠so warm⊠so delicious,â aang moanedâhis voice distorting slightly.
as you hiked your leg even tighter around his hips, pulling him in deeper, aang cried out in pure, unadulterated bliss.
âoh, god! shitâdonât do thatâfuâfuck⊠hmpp⊠i canât stop, canât fucking stop!â aang cried, his face scrunching in pleasure before he tucked his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as his cock twitched and throbbed inside you.
as your walls clenched down on his cock, the room started to shake.
cracks began to form in the stone wallsâthe bedframe, made of wood, began to sprout branches, making the frame completely unrecognizable as it started bending into twisted versions of roots.
the air around you started to pick up, the wind whistling so hard that you had to shut your eyesâthe window frames slapping from the force of it.
his body started to warm, his tongue heating up as he began licking the sweat off your neck, peppering your throat with hot kisses that made you wince.
the sweat that formed around his forehead started to precipitate into the air. while all of this was happening, he kept fucking you ruthlessly.
the air in the room was a literal whirlwind now, a localized storm of his own undoing.
aangâs grip on your hips became even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he was getting closer and closer.
âiâmâiâm gonnaâfuck, iâm close!â he snarled, his voice echoing with the haunting, multitonal resonance of his past lives.
the glow from his tattoos became a blinding white that illuminated every corner of the crumbling room.
the wooden roots of the bedframe bended upward, wrapping around your ankles and wrists. he felt like he was burning up, the heat radiating off his bare skin only made the air whirl faster and warp around your bodies.
âlook at me,â he commanded, his voice shaking the room. âi said look at me!â
you forced your eyes open, squinting against the gale. his eyes were twin orbs of pure, celestial light, devoid of pupils and leaking wisps of white energy.
he looked divine and terrifying all at once.
with a hard thrust that made you cry out in pleasure, he buried himself to the brimâstuffing you full of his cock that overwhelmed your sensations enough to make you cum around him.
âoh my godâaang!â
ânow!â he screamed back, his back arching in a violent spasm.
as he came, the window shattered from the force of the air. his seed pumped into you in hot, thick bursts of white cum.
aang slumped onto you, his body heavy and limp, the glow in his tattoos fading back to a dull, stagnant blue. his forehead rested against yours, both of you panting in the sudden silence of the ruined room.
âholy⊠â he whispered, his voice finally human again, shaky and quiet. âdid i⊠did i break the bed again?â
âaang,â you breathed. âyou broke more than just the bed.â
When the healers, your doula and the midwives were talking to you about cravings, you thought they were referring to the crazy food combinations along with the temptation to try food you didn't like before. So, imagine your complete surprise when, one day, you wake up and no longer want peanut butter and noodles, but to pounce on your husband like a polar leopard.
You'd been dozing in your shared bed, but the summer heat has been so unforgiving that you just couldn't stay asleep anymore, and the sweat-damp sheets sticking uncomfortably to your bare legs made it no better. With a hand cradling your tummy, you gingerly get out of bed, completely foregoing your shoes as you decide to look for Aang to see if he'd like a plum lemonade smoothie to help beat the heat. It didn't take long to find him as you just needed to follow the knocking sounds coming from the backyard.
You stop right at the back door, which gives you a full view of him working on building a swing bench under the juniper tree. He looks completely focused, with a determined furrow in his brow as he hammers a nail into the wood, before pulling on the chain to test the sturdiness. Your heart flutters in adoration because you only mentioned wanting a swing bench only once, thinking it'd be nice to have one, especially for feedings and relaxing in the shade on the days when the heat of the house will eventually get too stifling.
He's shirtless and dripping with sweat, with a couple of nails held between his teeth, those drool-worthy muscles flexing as he continues to hammer away at something you're not even paying attention to anymore. When he turns his back to you, the red scratches you left behind ripple against his skin like waves on a shore. The next fluttering you feel is definitely not your heart. A warmth pools so low in your tummy, it makes your toes curl. At this point, you're not even being subtle with your staring anymoreânot like you were really trying to be in the first placeâyou're absolutely eye fucking him, a slow heated drag from head to toe, making the ache between your legs almost unbearable. Your folds are sticky with your slick which is threatening to soak through the seat of your panties because of how wet you are.
Your man knows you're standing there, he's attuned to your every breath, every change in the air whenever you move throughout your quaint and cozy little home. Which means you know you can just go out there right now and step into his space and he'd welcome you as is, but you do decide to bring him the smoothie for all his hard work.
The second you step past the threshold and onto the grass, he's looking up from his task, then rising to his feet and walking to meet you halfway on the square stone path.
"Hey, you." He presses a kiss to your temple, before bowing to kiss your tummy. "That for me?" He gestures to the drink in your hand and you merely nod, suddenly too flustered to speak now that he's so close.
You hold it out to him, and get one of those devastatingly sweet smiles in return. But when he reaches for it, you pull it further from him.
"Kiss me first." You command and of course, he obliges you. What starts off as a chaste kiss, gets deeper, as your tongue wastes no time in tracing the seam of his lips and slipping into his mouth. You let out a relieved sigh and that's when he takes the glass from you to rest on a wooden plank. Your now free hands loop around his neck, pulling him down as he starts squeezing your hips to press you closer, as much as your belly will allow. Your tits are squished against his defined chest to the point he feels how hard your hard nipples are through your dress.
The minute your lips start kissing a scorching path down the column of his throat, sucking marks that make his cock stir and breath hitch, he asks "What's gotten into you?"
"Not you unfortunately, so unless you want me to ride you out here, let's go inside. Right now."
Slipping your hand in his, he follows you inside, shutting the back door behind him as your hands work at unfastening his trousers. The thick length of him is hard and warm in your hand and he eagerly sucks on your fingers and licks at your palm to make the glide on his cock slicker. He's already rutting into your fist, lips finding yours again as one of those big hands curls at the nape of your neck. He wasn't really paying much attention to anything else around him, except when he noticed that you were leading him to the attached double futon in the living room.
"Absolutely not, it's the bedroom or nothing, I need you safe." He leaves no room for argument as it's his turn to lead you toward the bedroom.
He asks how you want him as he sits on the edge of the bed, weight resting on his palms, and your only answer is you immediately straddling him, your dripping cunt hovering over his throbbing cock as his hands fly up to grip your hips.
"H-hey wait, don't you need me toâ"
The question dies on his tongue when you sink down, your dripping heat enveloping him as your teeth clamp down on his shoulder.
"Mhm mhm n-no."
He groans into the crook of your neck, hands wrapping around you to support your back as he thrusts his hips up. He grinds you down on him, so so slowly until your ass meets his thighs, and his fat tip presses insistently against your spongy sweet spot.
"Gotta be careful, sweetie." He pants against your lips, stealing a kiss as he starts a maddening rhythm that makes your thighs twitch and your swollen clit pulse. "Can't move you around too much okay? So don't do anything, just sit where you belong and take me."
i need him to breed me within an inch of my life so i can stay constantly pregnant like high school english teachers.
a/n: shout out to the anon who said we don't have enough titty play fics!
You're laying on the bed on your back, panting heavily at the ceiling. Your vision's unfocused, blurring around the edges and you try to blink it away but a clever tongue flicks at your right nipple.
A gasp parts from your lips, your back arching instinctively to push your chest towards that feeling. Your efforts are rewarded with another flick before a warm mouth covers the pebbled flesh and sucks. You squirm, trembling as that tongue swirls around your nipple to accompany the suction. It rolls it around like a toy, teeth biting down firm enough to have you crying out, your thighs clenching around a strong waist.
Your other breast receives just as much as care from lithe fingers. They pinch and pull at the nipple, roll it between a thumb and forefinger before soothing the irritation with a gentle brush. Then a large palm squeezes your breast until fat spills between the spaces of the fingers and it has you writhing.
"A-ang," you whimper, trying to move your hands before remembering they're tied up in an orange ribbon. They're placed in a way to accentuate your breasts, drawing them together to show off how perfect they look to Aang's feasting eyes. "Aang, that's, ngh, that's enough."
Aang simply shakes his head, refusing to part from your breast. He doesn't think it's enoughânot yet, when he still hasn't had his entire fill. There's much he has left to do; his mouth is not satiated nor is his body and soul. Aang needs to drown himself between your breasts, bite and suck at the soft skin until your cries grow louder and your pleas increase in their desperation.
You're almost there as a tiny sob escapes you, your slick pussy pulsing a rhythm. It's starting to hurt; every lick and suck has the ache intensifying until it hurts to be empty. You need him to ease the pain, soothe it with his fingers, mouth, or cock. Anything would be a relief in this spiralling abyss.
"Please," you beg, needy and tearful, as you tilt your hips up towards his waist. "Please just touch me, I need it, it hurts."
"I know, my love," Aang murmurs, his mouth still full of your breast. "Just a little more, okay? Just a little more." He bites down on your oversensitive nipple, smiling as you convulse slightly with a shaky cry. Then he's shifting to your other breast, kissing the soft flesh before biting down with enough force to have you choking.
You're almost there.
And when he's had enough, he'll give you what you so desperately need.
aang, in all his avatar glory, is not above tongue-fucking his cum right back into your quivering, convulsing pussy. his wide, stupefied eyes glow white as he licks and scoops and sucks with relentless obsession, lithe tongue sweeping across your folds with striking precision only a master of the four elements could possess. powerful arms pin your thighs against the mattress while roughened hands palm over your lower stomach, cradling the skin above your uterus with something almost reverent in their touch.
âit has to take. . .â heâs mumbling to himself, practically incoherent, but you can still hear the raw desperation threaded through his guttural chanting. âhas to, has to, has toâ!â
âa-aang, mmph! whatâs wrong? did something happen on your tripâ?â you whimper through the haze of overstimulation, hands scrambling against his coiled shoulders as you search for something to ground yourself with. heâs been at it for hours, ever since he returned from his home air temple. had stormed into your shared bedroom with the doors rattling against the walls behind him, barely a greeting leaving his mouth before he was climbing over you, frantic hands shoving the hefty layers of his robes and beads from his body like theyâve suddenly become unbearable.
in mere seconds he had you striped and flat on your back.
then on all fours.
and then on your side and everything else in between.
the room is in absolute shamblesâ feathers spilling from torn pillows and swirling through the air in frantic, whirling currents. the bed barely remains intact beneath you, headboard split apart and canopy hanging in splintered ruin, all of it unable to withstand the force of him as the elements hum beneath his tortured skin.
âaang, honey, are youâ hah!â okay? talk to me, baby. please.â
what new revelation could he have possibly had for him to suddenly fold you into a million different positions?
and you tried to run, to tap out after the nth round, but did you really think you could escape the hold of an avatar in his avatar state? a handsome, beefy, six-foot-five, one-hundred-something kilogram man so utterly desperate to revive an entire bloodline, yet far too in love to want to do it with anyone else but you?
aangâs voice comes out rough, wrecked with pathetic want. âneed to get you pregnant,â he finally admits, lips never leaving your twitching clit. âneed it right fucking now.â
his sharp, unfamiliar words send a shiver down your spine.
he begrudgingly sits up, one hand keeping you spread for him while the other drags down his chiseled abs, ghosting over the twin downward arrows that curl just above his vâline. he fists his burly cock in slow, measured strokes as he readies another thick load, bright eyes trailing from your flushed face to your heaving breasts, tongue-in-cheek.
your heart jumps. you know that look. âaang, i know how much reviving air bending means to you, the duty you have to your peopleââ you start in an attempt to soothe.
because when he gets like this you tend to wobble for weeks.
he cuts you off with a dry, humorless chuckle. âyou think thatâs what this is about?â he tilts his head, eyes narrowing.
you could only gulp in response.
then, heâs rising above you, broad, muscular shoulders boxing you in as he settles between your thighs. the heavy heat of his dick presses against your sensitive, aching entrance, his incandescent gaze dragging over your face like heâs trying to memorize every expression, every shaky inhale.
as if he was mapping out your features to store in the forefront of his mind. to painfully revisit over and over again.
the realization that had struck him back at the temple as he looked at every mural, every worn painting and towering statue of the air nomads. they all looked like his people. familiar faces, familiar smiles, familiar eyes, familiar powers.
but none of them resembled you.
none carried the curve of your lashes or the little furrow in your brow when you worried. none had your laugh, the unique slope of your nose, your warmth, your favor for sour over sweet, your gentleness for children and particular bugs. and suddenly, the grief that sat in his chest for years changed shape entirely. because what would be the point of preserving the world he lost if, in doing so, he lost every trace of the person he loved most within it?
âthisâthis isnât about me reviving airbenders or a duty to save my dying culture. this isnât about avatar sonam or tagah or monk gyatso or anything that has to do with bending. this is about you and me and me wanting to start a family with you,â he states with that heavy, solid avatar voice of his. firm and sure, thumb brushing along your jaw, âthis is about me making sure that a part of you will always exist in a world where the avatar exists. that your lips, your eyes, your soul. . . live on for eternity. so that every time i look into this world through the eyes of the new avatar, i can still see you. see you in our grandchildren, in our great-great grandchildren, in the people that will come to exist because we loved each other. . . to know that youâll always be in my life someway, somehow.â
âaang. . .â
âi realize now that there will come a day when airbending returns, whether in our lifetime or long after weâre gone.â he presses his forehead against yours, tone softer despite the ache in his words. âi know that iâll get to see that vision through the eyes of the avatars who will come after me. and if i keep chasing impossible answers, impossible resolvesâ if i keep throwing myself at a future i canât force into existenceâ iâll lose you in the process. iâll waste the little time weâre given together. with our friends. with our children. the thought of losing you to time. . .â
it killed him.
you feel it. the shift in him. the sincerity behind every broken word, every trembling breath. the sheer despair that claws through him at the thought of you leaving nothing behind of yourself, of the love the two of you share. the regret heâd forever live with if he only prioritized the revival of air-bending or the kids that would inherit it. and the fact that he still hasnât left the avatar state only makes it worse, every emotion stripped raw and vulnerable beneath glowing eyes and tattoos and shaking hands.
âso i vow now that i will never neglect your life or your culture for the sake of mine. whether we have airbending children or not. . . that is up to the universe.â
his hands cup your cheeks gently as he leans in, drawing you into a slow, sloppy kiss. you could only gasp softly when his tongue slips past your lips, kissing you like heâs trying to seal his fate with yours.
he slowly pulls away, thick fingers easing you open as he makes room for himself. âi can live without other airbenders. i can make due with the acolyte family weâve founded. what i cannot live without is you. what i cannot imagine not ingrained in this world beyond my lifetime is you.â
aang smiles for the first time tonight, like the image in his mind was far more beautiful than anything he couldâve ever imagined. he sinks inside, massive and overwhelming, drawing a raspy breath from your lungs at the sheer stretch of him. still, you pull him closer, wanting nothing more than to feel the slow, heavy drag of him inside you.
âso for now,â he whispers, breath warm against your lips as he begins moving slowly, in and out, âall i want is a child with you. one that embodies everything that you are. one that will carry on your memory, your curiosity, your strength, your traits.â gone was the glow of the avatar state, the white fading slowly from his eyes until they were simply his again, fixed on yours with a tenderness so deep it was almost unbearable. âso iâm begging you. . . give me a baby that looks just like you.â
you cry out helplessly as he buries his face into your throat, holding you impossibly close. every stroke is long and deliberate, driven far less by hunger and more by an emotion too large for words. the slick of your arousal coats his balls as you helplessly grind against him, cunt fluttering around the girthiness of his base. you could feel all the veins that line him, tracing your walls as he fucked you like he needed you to breathe.
you blink back the tears threatening to spill. âb-but i do want our baby to be like you. i do want to help youââ
he shakes his head fervently, fingers tightening around you like heâs afraid you still donât understand. âno. no,â he rasps, âi donât want this to be some duty you carry for me. i want this because itâs us. because itâs the life we chose together. no obligations. no sacrifices.â
you feel the dampness at the corner of his eyes as he clings to you, hands roaming your body in a worship-like trance, as though he was reassuring himself that you were real and here and present and his. to have and to hold and to sink himself into when the world is in chaos.
âplease,â he croaks hoarsely into your neck, voice cracking around the word, and the raw vulnerability in it makes your chest ache more than anything else ever could. âsay youâll give me a baby, sweetheart. say youâll give me this one thing. even if they come without air-bending.â
a broken sound leaves your throat as you cling to his shoulders, nodding desperately against him, back arching into his warmth. âyes,â you breathe out shakily, fingers curling around his nape. âyes, yes, yes. of course, i will.â
the wordsâyour defining proclamationâundo him entirely. he groans into the curve of your neck, holding you so tightly it almost hurts, every breath hot, cold, then hot again against your skin. he cums in thick, long spurts, coating your insides pearly white as you cream on his cock, legs caging him in. his tattoos begin to faintly glow once more as he shivers, hips still pumping his seed into you, forehead pressed beneath your jaw, as though he canât bear even an inch of distance between you.
when he finally pulls back, his eyes have returned to their natural state, shining with something far softer than desire.
devotion, perhaps. a need to always keep you safe. to give youâand your childrenâa world that offers everything and takes nothing in return.
âi love you,â he murmurs softly, brushing the damp strands of your hair from your face. he rests his forehead against yours again, eyes slipping closed as his heart, for once, is at ease. âthank you.â
your lips tremble into a tired smile, fingers curling weakly around his head. âyou never have to thank me for loving you.â
though your words alone could never truly capture the depth of everything youâve given him.
âQuiet.â Heâs swallowing down his parched throat, staring down at you through the gaps of his dark bangs- on all fours, your trembling hips rut back mindlessly into his.Â
Sluggishly - almost hypnotized - Tojiâs nodding his head down to take a sniff of those sweet, sweet pheromones of yours. Just a tiny puff before his bodyâs acting on pure, primal instinct- slamming every lengthy, vein covered inch of his until heâs thumping the bottom of your core.
Your heat was driving him crazy. His beefy arm curling âround your neck, nose pushing into your throat-
You find yourself sobbing out cutely, âYes- yes, please mo-â
âMore?â Toji doesnât even let you finish. And if you were in any better state of mind, youâd be marvelling at the way his low, gruff baritone was breaking near the very end. At the way he could only plaster the reddened tip of his shaft against your walls and gaspââM-more?â
Oh, now youâve done it.
Now you were making him tighten his hold, a warm puddle of drooling splashing out of your mouth nâ all down his veiny forearm. âMore, huh?â And thereâs something dangerous to his tone. Something dark. Unsteady. âIâll give you f-fuck- more.â
And before you can even register those words within your melty mind, heâs using the leverage to slam your trembling body to his-
âSo much more you wonât be able to take it, doll.â
He meant it- oh, your poor, overly-stuffed cuntâs finding out just how much he meant it.Â
Because then Tojiâs fucking you into the dampened sheets like an animal- fast. Hard. Heâd been rough before, but never like this - like heâd die if he couldnât feel the velvety ridges of your sweet innards.Â
Low grunts slipping after each swat of his geysering orifice, knees spreading even wider on the creaky bedsprings to feed your dripping pussy with his veiny measurement.Â
He pushes a hand down at the base edge of your spine and grins at the way it makes your irises stupidly whirlââTch, sâthis it? Is this what you wanted, needy thing?â
âO-ohhh just like that.â Youâre mewling, hands fisting into the silken sheets when heâs surging his hips after the recoil of each thrust. Chasing your cunt. âYeah- just like mmââ
Toji grunts, âThis enough for my girlâs slutty pussy-â One of his raven brows raise as heâs taking in just how utterly wet you were with your heat, extra layers of your slick ringing around his hilt. â-or dâyou still want fuck- more, needy lilâ omega?â
Your cute lower lip wobbles and he already knows the answer- hell, heâs fucking the answer out of you just as soon as he realizes.
A large, callused hand swats down on the slippery slope of your pussy with a snicker. So hard that a slimy squelch! rings in his ears like music, âSpeak up. Tell me what your heat wants.â
âNgh- I want-â Your back arched at the warm contact of his thigh hiking up, pressing to the side of your bouncing hips to stop you from squirming. Every maddening thrust just had you so stupid that you canât even string together a coherent sentence at this point. âI want- fuckâŠâ
And the next few pretty noises youâre letting off arenât from your gaping mouth - theyâre from your sopping wet pussy.Â
Just the loudest, most lecherous slurps each nâ every time heâs opening up your every nook and cranny.Â
Toji has to nibble down on his scarred lips to prevent himself from whining- âO-ohhhh, I get it.â You swear you hear his lips depart with a husky giggle - a giggle. And Toji canât help but urgently lick off the honeyed glaze of your slick all over his digits, extra sweet now. He roams them back down for yet another spank. âThis heat has you hah- talking tâme from here, huh?â
Another three strikes, and another few gluey squelches.
Heâs sticking the pads of his fingers against your cunt and watching as you jolt at the raw stimulation, whimpering. âT-Toji it feels so-â
âAh ah-â Ah, for a second heâs wondering whether heâs teasing his poor girl too much- but then heâs whiffing in more of your heady scent and shit- what was he thinking about again? âIf mâgonna be used for my ngh- cock, doll, I wanna talk to the lady in heat.â
Cock so, so swollen that he has to swerve his hips ever-so-slightly to bully all the way inside, your pheromones so hypnotic that every where he touched left utter bruises.Â
You were making him lose control.
You were making him gulp in a looong lungful of your clouded pheromones before heâs tumbling his head back and fighting for his damn life not to cream your insides already. Feeling just a pearly bead of cum escape the end of his shaft, âF-fuck, sheâs gonna be the fucking death of me.â
âWhat are youââ Youâre starting out, before flinching at the splat-splat-splat of something all wet trickling down the middle of your spine.Â
Snapping your head around and oh- the vision youâre seeing is something so effortlessly sexy.
Heâs never been like this.
Toji- with his head lowered near your scent glands, chiseled abs tensed, darkened eyes glittered with tears. Theyâre travelling in a thin line down his cheeks and splashing onto your back, âToji are you o- fuck!â
âDonât you fucking ask if Iâm okay, doll.â Oh, heâs seething. Leaned in close so your feverâs catching onto him in full effect, every ragged breath of his punctures with a harsh thrash near your g-spot. âDonât you- fuck, look at her nâ ask if Iâm okay-â
Mindlessly, your head lolls down to watch as he slides in nâ out of your folds relentlessly. Your pussy bulging wiiidely agape, struggling to take in his sheer size.
And Tojiâs thighs tremble as heâs groaning, âBegging to be filled up- begging to milk me dry. This omegaâs begging to be bred by me, and you think Iâm okay?â Jade peripherals dilated, canines honed, he was gone. âSâwhat you want, right?âÂ
The circular divot on top of his mushroom tip pushes against your sweet spots and you scream, âYes- yes yes yes-â
âShush, doll- canât hearâŠâ Trailing off, Toji grows quiet- well, as quiet as he can be when heâs making you squeal out after each jackhammer. âOhâŠyâknow what sheâs saying now?â
âWhat?â
âMmmââ Manhandling your head to splay out across his collarbone, heâs pointing straight inside his mouth. Grinning, âSpit in my mouth if ya wanna hear the answer, omegaâŠheh.â
And itâs not difficult - not even a bit when youâre slobbering out pathetically with every tiny graze of his veiny cock. Hitting his ripe, pink tongue dead-on-
âShe saysââ Gasping once heâs lazing down his sloppy cadence just enough to make you feel the thick, swollen curve surrounding his base. So round and girthy that it was making your knees weaken - his knot. â-weâre havinâ a daughter this time, doll.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - DILF!
âKento, are you-â
âNo noââ Comes his breathy answer, and youâre catching the way that Nanamiâs bass hitches with each slip nâ slide of his cherry-red tip between your folds. âIâm quite alright, darling.â
And oh- youâve known your husband long enough to tell when heâs lying.
Known him long enough to feel the way that his geysering shaft plumpens up inside of you, the shaky muscles of his thighs gluing to yours. Nanami drinks in another breath of your heady pheromones and thinks he can feel a part of his sanity genuinely splinter-Â
âO-on second thoughtâŠâ He gulps, slightly-quivering fingerpads pushing up on the metal frames of his glasses. â-your heat might be affecting me a bit-â And youâre making his poor, husky tone break when you clench, temples glistening with a thin line of perspiration. â-more than expected.â
Your hands wind their way around his broad shoulders with a pout, âYou can go rough all you want, yâknow?â
âMy love, youâre just talking out of your heat-â
âI want you to go rough.â And oh fuck- oh, you knew every single one of his weaknesses. From the way that heâs gasping at the slight pout of your lips, to the shuddering of his fat, bulging mushroom tip when you whinily addââPlease?â
And Nanamiâs big - more than big. Heâs so prolonged nâ girthy with his shaft that it usually takes him hours to be able to bottom out, to even dare to try.Â
But right now with your heat, all it takes is a singular, solid slam for his tawny happy trail to scratch your poor clit raw. For him to glue the pointed end of his shaft against the sponge of your cervix and draw a loooong glissade down, âFuck fuh-fuckâ!â
âMmmm just like that-â Youâre blubbering out, thighs thrashing when heâs starting to push a sensual, loving massage of his veined length. âHarder, Ken.â Too teasing that the only thing you can do is claw your way down to one of his wrists and mewl- âHarder.â
âBut-â
And you knew he was being the sweetest. You knew it would make him break when youâre letting off a scorching breeze of your pheromones, watching in real time as it makes his pupils dilate.Â
Youâre tucking in one of his thick fingertips past your swollen folds, feeling the startling cold of his wristwatch - still on - make your outer pussy gush with saturated slick. âD-do you not want to-â
âNever think like that.â He huffs, he pants and that only makes the primal whirling of his head even worse. Slightly ragged. Slightly out of control.Â
Nanamiâs kneeing your thighs apart from his previously romantic missionary position into something lecherous thatâll have his slimy cockhead rovering the deepest. Banging the curvy end of his shaft dead-on into your most favorite spot until youâre seeing stars, âYou donât- you donât know what this scent- this pussy does to me-â
A smug smirk starts tugging at the corners of your spit-glossed lips, and you can feel your scent glands beginning to heat up once more. âOh, reallyââ
âDonât-â Barely even able to let off a single cloud of murky pheromones before a sudden, engulfing hand comes slamming down on your throat so that he can squeeze. âDonât you- fuck!â So he can cover up your scent- at least, thatâs what it was meant to be, but in reality Nanamiâs using that rude hold to manhandle your entire body to slam back into his.Â
Rougher. Harder.
His leaky tip probes into every one of your battered orifices until youâre left speechless, gasping at the sheer force makinâ all the air depart from your lungs.Â
âYou want your alpha, donât you?â He spits into your open mouth, and you can only gape because your husbandâs never talked to you like this. âWanâ me to haaaa- fuck this pretty pussy through your heat?â Never hiked his powerful knee up until he could pin down one side of your restless inner thighs with it. âWell you have no idea how you make me- ngh- lose my mind.â
And Nanami Kento, usually so put-together, couldnât stop babbling from now on.
Heâs leaving half-moon nailmarks down the side of your throat, âHave no idea how rock-fucking hard you m-make me.â Twitching so hard inside of you that the sensitive line of his slit engraves into the roof of your pussy, âHave no idea how I hck! ran all the way from the fucking office here.â He did - the very second youâd called him, right in the middle of his work day. Ran out, in fact. âAnd it m-makes me wannaâŠâ
Your chin is positively glittered with drool at this point, and you can only whineââWh-whatâŠ?â
Your husband shakes the blond tresses out of his clammy forehead, like that will help clear his mind. âN-no, forget about it, darling Iââ Only for all that work to be undone by a single clench of your gooey, circular-shaped insides. A single slip of his hands on your glands and heâs gasping, â-fuck! Wanna get you pregnant.â
And you donât know whether itâs your heat driving him mad or simply you.
The way your skin burns up twofold with high temperature, heels locking at the dimples homed on the base of his spine to pull.Â
All your mind was craving, âPlease- want- ngh- want it.â Eyes tearing up in an adorable way youâd definitely be embarrassed about if this way any time but now, your scent screams need and that makes him salivate. âUnless you donât-â
âYouâd be pregnant with our tenth kid nâ even then Iâm hah- gonna fuck you stupid, my silly omega.â The straight edge of his nose bridge crinkles in amusement. Head tilted, Nanami smiles down through half-lidded eyes as youâre taking up every solid thwack! Every grind. Every spurt of dewy wet pre, âThe only thing I ever want is my pretty lilâ wife ngh- all round and glowing with my seed.â
And before you can even blink your tear lathered lashes, he has his hand teasinâ your drivelling cunt. Hard. Sloppy. You swear the tint of his hazel irises only grow carnally darker when youâre pouring out around him.
Thumbing down the crevice of your pussylips before pressing deeply on your clit- one hand driving you crazy, the other interlacing with yours so that he can bite down into your left ring finger. âSo stop thinking stupid things and jusâ open up oh- reeeeal wide fâme- fuck.â
Itâs so much- only one, two, three straight barrels of his ruddied tip until youâre crashing into your high. Taking over you like a wave - and just as wet, youâre hiding your eyes in the back of your head and squirting.
Mouth ajar, pussy quivering.Â
Thick, translucent splashes straight onto the lines of his toned hips. Formulating such a steaming hot puddle that clings onto your thighs in a sheen, shit, he has to stop himself from craning his head down to taste-
Nanamiâs prominent Adamâs apple bobs with a swallow, âFuckâŠâ Roaming his tips to stir the lines of his veins across your sweetest spots, so good that it makes your toes curl- âFuck. Youâre lucky if we stop at ten kids, my love. âÂ
⥠GETO SUGURU - Drunk-dazeâŠ
âMmmââ Getoâs mouth glues onto your clit after each sodden kiss, amethyst eyes barely even visible through his unruly bangs. âYer even sweeter when youâre in hah- heat, gorgeous.â
And so much wetter, too- a gush of your slick streams down the side of his chin and leaves your inner thighs all flooded.Â
You can only clench your legs âround his sweaty scalp and whimper with every flick of his slimy, rovering tongue. Heâs slipping them between your folds and lapping up every milky ounce of cum you have leaking out of you from all those hours before, oh-so-filthy. âPlease- ngh- want-â
And heâs finding the way your hips buck up uselessly so cute- not that heâd admit it out loud, of course.
Sniffing out a chuckle, âWhaâs thaaaat?â The way he blinks his dark lashes up at you is almost hypnotic, pussydrunk. âOpen that pretty mouth and use it for me, omega.â
He knew - oh, he knew what you wanted so badly.Â
He could smell the pheromones dripping from you, the way your gorgeous eyes were all glassy with need. Every tiny slip nâ slide of his expanding tongue inside your hole only making you want more more more- you were still in heat.Â
âWant- please-â
And Getoâs teasing with the way heâs languidly getting up to hover over your jostling body. Fat, knotted cock spanking down between your plump pussylips, exactly thrice. Geto seeps out his own calming jasmine scent as heâs rubbinâ your clit with the swollen base of his length.Â
Watching your sloppy hole wink up at him and crave the stretch, âHeh- mâonly here to serve. Tell me what you ngh- want, gorgeousââ
Your mouth sticks together slightly with a few syrupy strands of saliva as you flap them open, startingââSugu, I-I want- oh, fuck.â
You canât tell him - you canât even breathe once heâs waiting just long enough that your whiny voice is beginning to babble- and then pushinâ the curvaceous ends of his cock inside with all his might.
Inside, swabbing his way until your slicked walls bulge.Â
Itâs tight - hot. Your swollen folds are pried apart around the sheer circumference of Getoâs mushroomy tip, and the only thing he has half the mind to do is throw your legs over his shoulder to rut and rut and rut-
âWhoops.â Your boyfriend has the audacity to giggle - giggle, only stopping once heâs registering the sour stubborn scent of your pheromones. Apologetically thumping the flared ridge of his crown right against the roof of your cunt, itâs enough to have you shrilling. Tone lilted, âMy heh- mistake. Promise Iâll be nice, tell me now- still in heat, hm?â
As if to prove his point, heâs slowing down just barely enough that the mazing direction of his shaft stops short of your g-spot. Where you wanted him the most. Croaking out in a panic, âYe- mmmpf-â
But, of course, Geto Suguru was never that nice.
âHmmmâŠdonât talk.â
In just mere sultry nanoseconds, he has your mouth stuffed with two of his lengthy fingers, your cunt overfilled with his cock. Bottomed-out. And yet, still pushing like he wanted that weepy hole of yours to remember his exact measurements-
Spitting.Â
Twice - once straight into your mouth, and the second time a great, glittering dollop against your cunt. âNo need to when you just wanna be mmm fucked, donât you?â Getoâs spitting out in pure raw hunger against your sensitive ear lobe. Jamming the doughy crowns of his fingertips in circles along your cheeks, in sensual unison with the circular motions of his rummaging cockhead. âIsnât that all you ngh- want? Isnât that what this fiilthy fucking pussyâs been begginâ for?â
Hissing out ravaged whispers every time the globular end of his cockhead thumps your g-spot. Geto turns his head and gnaws down on the shell of your ear just because heâd already bitten you all over your glands.Â
âFuh-fuck, Suguru- more- gimme moreâŠâ
âMore?â Almost open-mouthed, staring at your fucked-out expression, youâre releasing such sweet, sweet pheromones that make the knot homed on his cock swell. That makes him gasp, shiver. âIf you want more then take it, gorgeous.â
âSugu-â
âCâmon.â Urging you with his sinful hips, heâs just so prolonged in his size that every shovel of his solid inches makes your eyes roll. Itâs like heâs never-ending. âSâthat all you can do?â
And you might be desperate, but heâs gone.
All but melting his toned body on top of yours, the ridges of his abs glissade down your front and Geto keens once your hands claw greedily down his core. âTch- harder now. Harder- I thought you were in heat, omega.â
Fingers digging in so hard that itâs almost like youâre trying to draw blood. âI-I am.â
âYeah right.â Nostrils flared, reddened cock furious each time he swipes it down the entrance to your womb. And teasing you was the only thing that kept him from fucking whimpering- âAs if you can even handle this big stretch.â
Your breath hitches humidly, and youâre not sure whether itâs the heat or the pure yearning after the way his thick, throbbing kisses your treacly cunt. âI can handle it.â
âOh yeah? Say it then.â
âWhat do you-â
âSay it-â Geto croons, head tilted down with such a sleazy smile. Smug. But you catch the way that the ends of his rosy lips twitch, the way his dark brows furrow, the way his strawberry divot spurts. â-say you want that hck! biiiig stretch, gorgeousââ
âI want it-â
Scoffing, âWant what?â
And heâs not just fucking you until your eyes swirl in pathetic circles- heâs slamming the curve of his rotund knot. Making sure to grind it in a way that just grazes your clit, âSay it fâme~â
Maddening.Â
âBig- ngh-â Mewling, âWant that big stretch-â
âStretch her out for me, hmmmââ Toying, he can only watch as your trembly fingerpads smear open your pussylips. Aching for more, your thighs twitch at the way his knot was pushinâ and pushinâ trying to fit, the girth so big- âNow how about you say âpretty please-ââ
And you canât take it anymore.
Before you know it- before Geto knows it, youâre saddling your heels into around his lean spine and flipping the two of you over. Slamming him down by his muscular shoulders, shovelling his proud knot right inside like you were going to wring him dry-
âO-oh.âÂ
Ah, you made the proud alpha stutter. Puffing out something raw from the end of his throat- eyes widening. Breath catching. Cock flinching as heâs shocked.Â
He can only watch as the glazed, cherry-pink spheroid of his tip pushes past your entrance and slips all the way back down. And you swear the infamous Geto Suguru whimpers, you swear heâs smiling. âCh-choke me, gorgeous?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Knotty boy?!
You were riding Choso crazy, you were riding him dry nâ the only thing he can do is cling on helplessly to the bouncing sides of your hips. Spit drivelling between his unfastened maw after each bounce, âFuck- fuck! Baby, I donât know if I even can-â
âBut mânot done yet, Choâ â Youâre cooing, brushing away the chestnut strands of your best friendâs bangs. Heâd agreed to help you through your heat- and here he was, fucked-out and blushing.Â
Throwing his head back every time the rovering edge of his tip pushed against your womb, Chosoâs chasing your cunt with his toned v-line. Letting the insides of your thighs squish his pelvis, âPlease-â
âHmmâ?â You cock your head just as soon as heâs dredging up one of your hands with both of his own. Guiding it all the way up to his clammy neck- âPlease, what, baby?â
You donât even have to do it for him - Chosoâs tightening your pretty hands âround his neck and letting you choke him. Drunken eyes whirling inside the whites of his eyes, heâs breathing in the air of your pheromones and itâs enough to make his plump knot throb. âPlease- please, use me then.â
Oh- oh, his nose is just so sensitive to your heat. To you.
And the only thing you have to do is throw your head back to bare your scent glands- to let a murky puff of it reach his lungs, and heâs cumming.
âFuck- fuck fuck fuck-â Husky voice strangling in his throat, itâs all Choso can do to smear his meaty thighs further open and hit your sponged cervix. Letting the puckered, weeping hole at the end of his shaft plaster against the bottom of your pussy and flood.
In long, creamy swipes of his cock that leave your walls all bruised nâ battered. Heâs milking himself on your cunt, trying with all his might to bead out every ounce inside of his balls.
But there was only one problem-
âChoââ Youâre gasping, once his orgasm didnât feel as sloppy as usual. Itâd been hours now, and Choso had always loved to make such a mess that would leave your entrance overspilling for minutes. And yet, nowâŠâDid you just cum dry?âÂ
âNo-â
Yes.
He did, and it makes his dark, dewy peripherals glisten with a hot welling of tears. âNo, nghhh- no no no no- â With one hand creeping down to cup his aching hot hilt and help rut upwards. âMâsuch a hck! useless alpha.â
Youâre cooing, âAwww- donât say that-â
âBut I am.â
And he couldnât be- he wonât be. All those days and nights dreaming of having you, his pretty lilâ best friend, like this would be for nothing if he couldnât even help you through your damn heat.
With your sweetened scent thoroughly fogging up his mind, Chosoâs fingers twist into a few cursed shapes- and suddenly youâre feeling the air between your sheened thighs buzz. Youâre feeling it crackle with cursed energy.Â
But more importantly, youâre feeling him harden. Gasping at the way that his red, bulging tip was now more than rock-hard, Chosoâs prolonging his rovering cock so much that it was painful. âOh, baby, donât tell meâŠâ
âBlood manipulation technique.â Heâs giggling, thick lashes fluttering with every push of his hardened shaft into your springy insides. His mushroomed cockhead recoils from the back of your cervix and Choso almost whimpers at the loss of contact- just that pussydrunk. âItâs my duty, I hafta ngh- fill her up. Make her t-take my knot.â
Oh, he was going to have you so stuffed with all his cum that it was going to form a puddle right there on top of him.
And Chosoâs already swiping away the glistening stripes of your slick spilling down his abs, pumping it back in with a free thumb between your folds.Â
âCome on-â Panting. Heaving in your scorching scent. Bullying the fattened curve of his digit past your first ring of muscle, youâre letting off such shrill whines every time youâre hitting your pussy down to meet his touch. âCome on come on- take me. Use me.â
The mere words are enough to have your heat flaring up twofold, the tastebuds on your tongue sizzling with saliva after each impact of his veiny cock. âYou want me to mmm- use you?â
âYes! Use me use me- sâwhat Iâm made for, please. Donât know if I can even do anything else anymore.â He whines, and suddenly youâre too-aware of the rotund, pulsating girth of his knot.
So big that a chilling shiver runs down your spine, itâs the sheer circumference that has your thighs twitching with need. Your treacly cunt already fucking back in your sloppy cadence to try and take him on.
âYou want to hah- knot me, Cho?â
Your fingers tighten on Chosoâs flushed neck as he gulps- âYes- please-â
Pretending to think for a few sultry moments, âHmm, wellââ Even though you already knew that everything from the thickly saccharine pheromones to the way your cunt quivered at his cursed energy told him that you wanted it greedily. âOnly if you bite me, too.â
And Choso Kamo looks like heâs just entered heaven.
âIâŠI can mark you?â
Youâre barely even motioning out your nod, barely even starting before it takes him one ripple of his muscular body to flip the two of you over.Â
Sprawling you out on your back like such a slut, pushing your legs bent until your knees strike your tits, snapping his cock deeply inside before he squirts.
Not just cumming for an nth time - but Choso squirts, in thick, honeyed sloshes that take over your cunt. You swear you can feel it welling up all the way at your throat, and every sloppy drag of his cock only pumps it deeper and deeper and-
âSmells so good- feels so good.â Heâs rasping out, a hand toying on your clit- just because it made you clench in a way that eagerly gobbled up his creamy dewdrops of cum. âO-oh, youâre gonna push me into a rut.â
Oh, fuck- your eyes widen, that was it.
That was the reason for the sweet chocolate pheromones taking over the air alongside your scent. That was the reason why Choso was more animal than man- more feral when heâs teething over your cute scent gland. He was in rut.Â
Hand twitching on your nubbed clit, just as unstable as his voice was when heâs utteringââNeed you to c-cum now. The momma should ngh- cum if we want a baby.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Heian-Era Hard
âKeh, fuuuuckââ Any and every time that Ryomen Sukuna might have teased you for your humanly stamina was thrown out the window. Heâs bending you into a lecherous full nelson with two hands, and swiping his sweaty forehead with another- âMakinâ even the king break a sweat-â
Youâre blinking, teary gaze wafting over your shoulder, âWh-what?â
âNothing.â The garish mouth across his abs bites one side of your hips, just a little punishment.Â
Honestly- your heat was just so strong that it had your tight pussy drooling all over the royal bedsheets. Sukunaâs dual cocks absolutely lavished in a thick gloss of your slick each time heâs spearheading you full, âTch- but honestly, how much more dâyou want, spoiled brat?â
Though, he wasnât complaining.
Oh, never- not when he had you like this. His ruby-red tips rubbed raw down the soft surface of your cervix, Sukuna swats a hand over your mouth just as you begin to babble out an answer.Â
âDonât answer that- youâll only talk outta yer ngh- fucking pussy, anyway.â Rolling his crimson eyes, heâs smearing the wiry ribbons of saliva escaping your mouth and gluing to his palm with a grin. âMessy girl, youâre drooling everywhere-â
âMmm- Iâm- mmpf-â And itâs as if just the sound of your voice was enough to send zaps of electricity racing down his spine.Â
Breath catching, the matching girths of his cocks pumping up even harder- fuck, the smell of your sweet pheromones was already bad enough. He couldnât handle having you whimper in his keen ears, too- âWhy donâtcha just kiss me proper now, human.â
And before you can even think, heâs manifesting his second mouth to slash across his palm. Letting the thick, slimy tip of his tongue lap between your mouth and latch on in such a filthy, filthy French kiss.Â
âThereââ Sukuna coos in his gruff baritone from behind, and the swell of his balls tighten at the sloppy visage of you. âHah, this heat has made you even more messy than usual, mama. Look at you.â
You couldnât look away even if you wanted to, because the rough hold that the King has on your face lets him tug your chin downwards. Showing you the bulging orifice of your cunt in all your stuffed glory, singing out the loudest slurps! every time he squeezes his two tips past your entrance.Â
Once. Twice. Thrice.
Again and again until your legs twitch sensitively at the scrape of his winding veins down your walls, âSee?â He has the audacity to snicker- âSâit make my human- my pretty omega into a cockdrunk little slut? AwâŠâ
âMân-not-â Youâre fighting to gasp through the slight gaps of his spit-polished hand, hips squirming at the way heâs probing your every hidden crevice deep inside. âBut I do likeâŠwellâŠâ
âThaâs a lot of words to just say âtake itâ, heh.â
And he was making sure you did, your heat doesnât even have the time to flare up and ask for more before Sukunaâs giving it to you. Pummelling it. Holding your legs pried apart with his beefy, tattooed arms that just make your mouth water, one more covering your mouth. And the last?
Oh, heâs creeping his fouth nâ final palm vertically down your tummy. Glissading across the tender, cylindrical outline of his cocks, being thrashed against your womb and fucked right through your walls.Â
Pushing down-
Heâs gnawing down on your bottom lip like cute bubblegum, âOh, fuck! Kuna- oh my god, mmm-â
âYeah, take it.â With a grunt, Sukunaâs thumbing his clawed digit over those precise matching bumps. He could feel the way they thumped two proud, circular bruises against the back of your dripping pussy. âTake it- take it and more, mama.â
If you werenât stupidly cockdrunk before, then you surely were now. Dazed pupils heart-shaped and criss-crossing every time he was swiping down your g-spot.Â
âYou have to take it take-â
You claw at his wrist, âI-I am-â
âI know. Yer in heat- canât go a single second without feeling my biiig fucking cock, can you?â And at this point, Sukunaâs only grateful for how gone you were because your pheromones were simply making him babble. Jackhammering into you like an animal, âWant it all deep inside-â
Youâre whimpering, steady streams of tears watering down your face when he presses his fingerpads even harder against the fragile spot of your tummy bulge. Your womb. â-here?â
âYess- yes!â
âMmmââ Sukuna pretends to ponder, for just a split-second, even though all he could think about was the suckling sensation of your cunt and just how feverish you were. âWell, mâfeeling generous today, brat. So Iâll let you pick.â
Confused, your chin hits your chest as you follow his line of sight. âPick whatâŠoh.â You knew what. You could feel it.
All the way between your legs and nudging against the bawling entrance to your pussy, both of Sukunaâs knots were fat and aching for your touch. Throbbing each time they skid past your slick-sprayed thighs, stronger. Harder. âEeenie meenie, lilâ human. Hurry up.â
âW-wantâŠâ Youâre babbling out, and he canât stop himself from hunching over with his towering frame to listen in. Struck with the full force of your candied scent, his favorite. â-both.â
Oh.
Itâs a tiny, sinful gasp- and it rips from big, bad Sukunaâs lips before heâs realizing.Â
Before the words finally sink in and he finds himself grinning, oh, this was why he loved you. âCheh, thenâŠâÂ
And he knew you were talking out of your heat, he knew it would be a tight fit, and he also knew your poor, soppy pussy might not even be able to fit all of him. But that was what your grouchy alpha was here for - to make it fit.Â
And heâll do it.
âO-oh, fuck.â It makes you dizzy, it makes you wail- just the feeling of Sukunaâs second mouth enlarging across his tense core and wriggling the tip of its tongue between your pussylips. Stretching. Bending dexterously inside just to try and push his knots past your cushy folds.Â
Half-rutting, mindless.
Heâs barely even pulling all the way out before planting his feet flat and spanking your cunt with the expanse of his lengths. Slap after slap- hell, you think youâre seeing one of his own hands slither downwards to pry your entrance oh-so-open.
The stretch so mind-numbingly delicious that you can feel your vision splotch, your mouth whiningââKuna, I-I donât think itâll-â
Only to be cut off by the raw, lecherous plop! of two hot, heavy knots being bullied into you. So thick that you can feel the velvety layer of your walls twitch each time he throbbed inside of you.Â
And at this point, youâre not even sure youâll make it out of this alive-
âAnd now-â His booming voice snaps you out of your little reverie, Sukunaâs scorched divots geysering out steady drops of pre. Blushing- and so was he. â-the fun begins.â
⥠INO TAKUMA - âP-prettyâŠâ
Itâs the one thing that can depart from Inoâs mouth other than the plea to simply set him free because your sweet, syrupy pussy was holding him hostage.Â
Already having stuffed his aching knot inside of you mere minutes ago but still yearning for more, more, more-
Gasping. Whimpering with every slick swivel of his mushroomed tip probing every spot inside your cunt- âPretty, oh-oh, I need to fuck you- again- canât stand being like this.â
âAgain, Taku?â Youâre mewling once his hips start pulling back from the lewd mating press heâd bent you in. Trying- failing because the girthy circumference of his knot was just so much, so big. âBaby, your swellingâs still not down.â
âI know.â And heâs oh-so-tortured by the fact, breathing in your heat. You. âBut I wanna- need to fuck you again, sweetness.â
Cooing, âNeed to?â
Heâs nodding- nodding and nodding until youâre wondering whether the long column of his neck doesnât ache. âYes, please- ngh, fucking hell, I have this sweet cunt all on top of me nâ I canât even fuck you?â
Youâre almost starting to giggle, the determined wobble of his lips just so cute where he held you- that is, until Inoâs fighting against his silky knot. Reeling backwards, he can barely even move at this point- only slow, sluggish humps that tug on the first ring of muscle at your cunt as if he was the one in heat.
And the stretch is so good that it makes your thighs weaken, nearly falling from their perch on top of his shoulders-
âNo!â Startling you with a gasp, he swats his aching cockhead against your g-spot and watches you squirm. Panicked. Urgently holding your thighs back up, you canât be finished- you canât. âNo no no- no- weâre not done yet, pretty, let meâ let meâŠâ
Heâd read up online that heats can last about a week and he needed to fuck you till he physically canât anymore. Till your slicked walls had memorized him.
Until he was wrung dry and raw, Inoâs plump thumb comes snaking down to press on the cute tummy bulge he was fucking into you. All bumpy with the solid press of his cock, doubled up on his wads of gooey cum, âOh, sweetness, youâre not done with your h-heat yet, right?â
Youâre shaking your head- difficult, with the way that his delicate grindings had your mouth watering with scorching saliva. Scent flaring, âN-no, still have more to go, baby.â
âYessssââ Oh, you wonder if he even realizes what heâs doing when heâs using a free hand to pry apart your swollen folds. Letting out the rawest carnal squeeeelch! just as soon as he eases his knot out. âCâmere then- milk me dry.â
And heâs sensitive - so, so sensitive that those prettily blushing cheeks of his streak with tears by the time youâre bucking your hips up. Voice drunken, âAre you- ngh- okay, Taku?â
âYes- yes, mâfine.â Stubbornly, heâs fucking his slender hips back in tiny, mindless ruts. Barely even pulling out, barely even able to handle being even inches outside of your warm cunt.Â
It felt like fucking heaven inside of you with every wad of cum webbing your walls, your pussy greedily sucking up each thrust - and it wasnât just the heat, Ino was completely nâ utterly pussydrunk. Prattling through his flooding mouth, âF-fine, tooootally fine- jusâ helping you through your ngh- heat like a good boyfriend, sweetness.â
Oh, but Inoâs sing-song voice was toppling, his toned chest heaving.Â
Each singular swat of his geysering divot reached into your deepest depths and made you keen, âB-but you just- your knot-â
âAnd I can give you another one-â Tilting his head down to drink in your syrupy scent, itâs making him almost crazed. Almost feral- the entirety of his body runs stiff with a shiver once you throw your head back and clench- âGonna give you all of them- so many- everything- make it so you c-canât even walk-â
Youâre being fucked into the rickety bedsprings like never before- and you canât help but ogle at the way that Ino looked so pretty during it, too.
With half-lidded eyes boring deeply into you each time heâs bulldozing your g-spot, bangs gluing to his sweaty forehead like a curtain, rosy lips pursed and trembling-Â
âR-right?â He almost sounded as if he was on the verge of tears as soon as your cockdrunk reverie lasts just a tad too long. Eagerly tugging on your clit to goad the answer out of you- fuck, your heat had him ruining himself on your pussy. âRight, pretty?â
âNghhhhâ yes, Taku-â Each split-second punctuated with the constant motioning of his sloppy cadence, again. And again. And again and again and again until youâre losing count of how many bruises circle your poor cervix.Â
Ino doesnât have the patience, he doesnât have the need to even give you the time to think.
Big, pearly teardrops of overstimulation clinging onto his tawny lashes, âS-so youâre gonna be mine, arenât you?âÂ
His- his mate. Itâs what he was begging for, itâs what heâs rovering his slimy tip between your folds and making you gush for.Â
âYes-â Cooing, your back arches into the perfect curvature once a buttery glide of pre slips into your cunt at the answer. âYes yes yes-â Your teeth skim across his throat and his ravaged cock flinches-
Clawing at the sheets himself, you could smell his own pheromones pitch up in response to yours. The temperature in the room sizzling so many degrees higher, the tips of his canines digging into the side of your neck hard enough to drag blood-
âOh- oh, fuckââ
It couldâve been seconds later- it couldâve been hours.Â
But you could feel the way that Inoâs mouth trickled thin lines of saliva once he stares at the now-marked scent gland at your neck and drools. Knot dangerously smoochinâ your puckered folds now, âAnd our kids are gonna be the ngh- absolute fuckinâ cutest, sweetness.â
Oh.Â
⥠GOJO SATORU - PLEASE ME, BABY
âP-please.â Gojoâs spitting through the gaps of his long, honed canines- snowy brows scrunched and staring at you through such heady partially-lidded eyes.
He slicks out a thin trail of drool from the corner of his lips when another wave of your sweltering pheromones hit. Grunting. Pushinâ and pushinâ his face into the scent glands at your throat just to sniffâ
âYouâre not- ngh-â Whimpering. Shaking each time the gooey mess of your cunt was clenching âround his fat cock. He perks his slender hips up just enough to dig out a syrupy, ivory wad of cum from between your pussylips, â-youâre not done yet, right? This pussyâs still in h-hehâŠheat, right, sweetheart?â
Itâs been hours by now since your heat had started - hours, maybe even days. The strongest had bitten you across every inch of your skin and was still ravenous for more.Â
Youâd stuffed Gojoâs thick, black blindfold between his pretty mouth for that, just to make sure that you made it out of this alive. And yet, heâs still pumping his red, bulbous cockhead between your folds like an animal, still gasping in the perfume of your heat.Â
He growls, âOh, please- please donât you t-tell me sâover already.â Gnawing down on the fabric- he couldnât help himself.Â
âF-fuck!â You mewl, clawing down the sweat-glazed mounds of his muscular back. Oh-so-feral. âToru, it- ngh-â
But the strongest wasnât letting you answer, as if he couldnât even bear to hear a ânoâ fall from your whiny lips. He swats the raw, reddened curve of his tip over nâ over repeatedly against your g-spot to make you salivate all stupidly down to your tits.
âRight?â Drunkenly, heâs sliiiiding his nose across your neck and gasping in the sweet scent of your pheromones. Voice cracking. Octaves higher. Eyes wild. âRight? Sheâs still in heat, my girl? She s-still needs me?â
The dangling edge of his dampened blindfold strikes your chin and you moan, trembling with each rovering of his numerous inches. âYes- yes yes yes- Iâm still mmm-â
And that very answer seemed to make his big, beefy frame shake on top of you. Like youâd just broken him.
Youâre making him so weak- and heâs just so large with his white-tufted pelvis squishing down on your hips, until the skin surrounding his base was all rawly pink. Letting go of the blindfold, âO-ohâŠâÂ
Collecting his breath for a mere second, Gojo sticks his clammy fingertips to the undersides of your thighs. Hoisting them with his strong arms onto his deltoids, he drags one palm behind his neck and keeps them locked - biceps bulging as he pushes you down, down, down.
A mating press.
âPerfect.â Keeping you pinned with only one hand, you can only watch as his handsome, flushed face tilts down with such a sleazy grin. âMmmm, of course she doesâ-â
Of course. Of course. Trembling, he swipes the thick end of one of his thumbs down your slippery slit. âLook at her, she wants to be hck! filled up so badly.â The mere sight of those pearly white beads of seed from hours prior dribbling out of you, making his ravaged length twitch. Rolling over your clit, âWants to be plugged up with my fat fucking knot, huh?â
His knot was just so achingly desperate where he was pushinâ it constantly against your treacly cunt. Again. And again. And again just teasing your first ring of muscle with the incredible circumference.
And it was a joke - partly. It was him babbling off of the top of his overheated scalp as he fucks you furiously into the rickety mattress.Â
But youâre throwing your head back and sobbing at the sheer stretching pressure put on your hamstrings.Â
âPlease-â Gojoâs knot was just so big, the sheer girth enough to have your pupils roll dazedly in silly circles. You tremble, âWanâ it ngh- inside again, Satoru.â
âWhooooâ?â
ââŠâ
And Gojo has the audacity to giggle whilst he dredges up whateverâs remaining of his scattered brain, âC-câmon, pretty omega- what do you call me~â
ââŠAlpha.â Pouting stubbornly, your pussy clamps eagerly down his base and he damn near creams himself right then and there. Heâs swervinâ his v-line just right to stir your melty insides, slipping out husky grunts at every slap of his pre-glazed tip into your deepest insides.Â
âThatâs right.â He breathes- pecs heaving, tone airy. Thereâs almost something fragile in the way he is right now. âYour heh- alphaâs gonna take care of you, sweetheartâ-â
You could feel him rummaging your quivering cunt, wads of sap sloshing side-to-side after every one of his direct hits. They were just so accurate and making your toes curl. âClose- c-close, Toru.â
And heâs just growing more ruined on your saturated pussy by the second. At this point, you werenât even sure which one of you was in heat - you or him.
Definitely him- youâre realizing through your addled mind when heâs whispering, âAnd mâgonna be the ngh- best alpha- the bestâŠdad, too.â
Both you and Gojo - lightly - gasp in sensual unison, just as bewildered as you were.Â
Echoing out through a shallow breath, âThe best dadâŠâ His hazy peripherals fizz with slight bolts of cursed energy, like heâs following the rovering of his slimy tip inside of you like an x-ray. âGonna- gonna wash the kids- oh, dress them, mmm h-help you feed them-â
Whimpering, once heâs cupping one of his free hands over the bouncing area of your tits. Groping. Parched mouth suckingâ
âB-but I want some, too.â
The stimulation throwing you into such a frenzy, your wailing whines are practically feverish at this point. Eyes sparking with pure white behind your lids, âPlease- not gonna mm last.â
âAnd mâgonna cook for them- and you, sweet momma-â
âFuck-â
âGonna take them to school, come right back home and ngh- fuck another one into ya all over again.â
âSatoru-â
âSo cum-â Gojo groans, voicebox scratchy. His pale lashes flutter as his Six Eyes work into overdrive, he knew it wouldnât be long now. He could see it. Smell it in your sweet, sweet pheromones. âCum now because youâre gonna end up s-soooo pregnant already.â
And maybe itâs just because of your heat, maybe itâs because itâs him - but youâre cumming, easily.Â
Thighs twitching with each flash of your high, youâre sticking them to the side of Gojoâs toned obliques to let him pound you maddeningly through it. The only thing you can fucking do as heâs hunching his washboard abs into you with what sounds like a whimper. âYeah- yeah yeah yeah- take it- fuh-fuck.â
Gojo counts exactly five solid pushes against your g-spot before heâs able to bully his thick knot inside - and oh, does it break him. He throws his head forwards, leaking enough cursed energy to make your bedroom lights spark, sapphire eyes tearing up glassily at the feeling of your warm, cushy walls.Â
Before you know it, before even he knows it- heâs sinking his gleaming fangs into the side of your neck and finishing.
Your pussy was just greedy, swallowing up every long creamy wad of his cum - layers upon layers being painted down your channel. Thereâs a noisy, lewd squelch! when itâs too much and youâre flooding out a puddle of ivory.Â
Finally, youâre blinking, your heat was was starting to bate-
âS-sweetheartâŠI think mâin rut.â
A/N. UGH I could take them all at once (not in a fight-) Also this song has been in my head omg-
You're a young college professor teaching English Lit and history, you don't live an insanely exciting life - no, you enjoy spending time at home with a good book and a glass of red. You're perfectly content until a certain student sets his pretty blue eyes on you - senior Satoru Gojo. Obsessed with you, Satoru starts following you everywhere, observing and waiting. He just wants you to realize that he's the only one for you, and he'll do anything to make sure you throw your 'ethics' right out of the window.
pairings - college student! Gojo x professor! reader
warnings - this story has yandere content (including babytrapping/stalking etc) Satoru 22, reader 30, reverse professor trope, power dynamics, push and pull. this part - free use, lots of tension, tons of emotions, some angsty parts, oral ( m and f receiving) fingering, breed kink, semi public sex, creampie, messyyy dynamics - psycho toru (he is more psycho than usual)
tysm for @venusthefrog for proofreading this chap for me!!! <3 I likely only have 2 more chaps for this psycho, I hope ya'll enjoy hehe
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part six
Free use.
What the fuck is free use?
Youâre googling that in fact â youâre a woman who loves to learn, after all, what better way than to research what your psycho student expects you all to be this week. You sort of get the gist of it, you think â as you study it carefully, blushing when you just so happen to see random links to X where people are indeed doing it. You canât watch this at work!?
âIt can be used any time,â you read to yourself quietly, tapping your pen on the desk. Your cunt was abused all damn weekend by Satoru, and you canât act like itâs not a delicious sort of pain. How he fucking stretched you out, how he felt when he was buried fully inside, the way his hot seed flooded your pussy, you felt it drip out this morning even.
He loved keeping you full of it. But nowâŠ
âEven when youâre working, cleaning, anything youâre doing the partner can simply use you â explicit consent beforehand. SubmissiveâŠâ
Are you submissive? You think you must be, even though your entire life youâve been independent, dominant, alone really â stuff youâve not shared with Satoru yet, and youâre a little afraid to. The deeper the two of you go, the more youâre going to get hurt from it all, and not just you, what if Satoru got hurt when this didnât work out?
How much of him is just obsessed with the taboo, how much of him is clinging to the way you care for him, and would that stay enough?
âIâm so stupid,â you whisper to yourself, eyes shutting tightly. âWhy am I acting like this can last?â
Why are you talking to yourself!?
Satoru has done a number on you, clearly.
You should enjoy him while heâs here, even if the terrifying realization that love declarations are right on the tip of your tongue hangs there over your head. You know if itâs not him moving on, itâll be his shitty parents pushing him for someone else, theyâve made it nice and clear youâre not good enough for someone like him, and as much as you act like it doesnât sting?
It does â it hurts seeing the clear class difference along with the eight years and the fact that youâre his teacher. Every ethical thing in your life is questioned by the simple fact that youâre falling in love with your student â your six-foot-four, psychotic, breed kink obsessed student who youâre in a full blown affair with.
Would you end up on some damn lifetime movie now!?
The knock knock knock on your door has you slamming your laptop shut quickly, heart racing so fast itâs pounding in your ears. âYes?â
âAre you busy, teach?â Of course itâs Satoru. You sigh, eyes shutting for just a moment.
âNo, um⊠you canâŠâ
He doesnât wait for permission, no heâs Satoru Gojo, so he just walks right inside, peering at you, you see the reflection of yourself in his glasses as he shuts the door behind him with a resounding click. âPerfect, I need you, sweetheart.â
âNeed me?â
âMhmâŠâ his eyes flicker across your body, hands tensing. âYou donât think youâre showing too much of those pretty tits in that?â
âI so am not!â You tug at your blouse, frowning. âIt shrunk in the dryer a bit, thatâs all. Itâs still professional!â
âProfessionally slutty,â he leans against the door, smirking at your pretty little scowl. âI should have you in those glasses and a little teacher costume just for me, beating my ass with a ruler.â
âWhat!?â He snorts at you.
âJust kidding. Iâd beat your ass.â
âGo on now,â you click your pen nervously, feigning irritation as if your knees arenât knocking together at the idea of him doing it. âYou canât be possessive and jealous of what I wear.â
Satoruâs lips curve up, eyes narrowing behind his glasses. âSure I can, arenât those titties just for me?â
âJesusâŠâ
âAs I said, I need you.â
âRight now!?â Satoruâs locking the door in your office, smirking right over at you as you sit the next day â a promotion, getting your own office from his father, what better than him fucking you in it?
âFree use this week â remember?â You blush when he walks over to you, hands entangling in your hair and tugging, your hands eagerly go to his belt buckle. âI can pick any hole, right?â
âIâm not doing anal the first time on campus, you perv!â You hiss, heâs grinning like the little psycho he is. âFine, any hole you psycho.â
âThen I want your mouth,â he murmurs, youâre so quickly on your knees he almost trips, smirking down at you. âDid you miss me already?â
âShh,â youâre tugging at his pants eagerly, giggling when you see the digimon boxers. âAww, so cute!â
âShut up,â heâs all blushing now like heâs a cutie pie and not a psycho.
âShut me up.â
âIâm so in love with you,â you laugh as if heâs kidding â heâs not fucking kidding, Satoru Gojo is as in love with his professor as any boy could be, especially when sheâs tugging the elastic of that waistband down, freeing his cock thatâs already dripping with white. âShut you up, hmm?â
âNext time is my choice,â you whisper as you lean forward just a bit, little pink tongue lapping at his leaky tip, making him have to cover his mouth to hide his whimper, leaning back on your desk. His knuckles whiten as he grips it so damn tightly, his breath catching.
âMnh⊠god your mouthâŠâ
You should feel more guilty, sucking your studentâs cock, a psycho student at that, but when heâs whispering your name and guiding his cock right along your tongue, the salty pre coating your tastebuds, you canât find it in you to be. Heâs mumbling incoherently in just the first motion of your mouth, easing his cock until the pink tip hits your uvula, making you swallow reflexively.Â
âFuck, just breathe,â he murmurs softly, glasses fogging up from his own damn breath as you choke on him, eyes glimmering. âPretty professor, youâre all fucking mine this week, huh? Mine to use any time I want.â
Your answer is a little whine, tears slipping hot from your eyes when he shoves deep, youâre gagging as you breathe through your nose, half of that nine inches already buried in your throat. Satoruâs eyes are dilated and dark as he mumbles your name over and over like a devotion, putting your hair into a firm ponytail in his fist and then tugging hard.
âAll mine,â youâre his to use â you think itâs only for the week, but you just fucking are his, all your holes belong to him, you belong to him. âThatâs it â f-fuckkâŠâ
You swallow him down deep in your throat, his hips begin to rock so that his cock is gliding even easier, your throat stretching as you look up into his eyes so goddamn pretty. He canât even handle how much he feels â beyond getting his cock sucked, what you fucking do to him was something he could never explain, the possessive nature just growing every minute with you.
Satoru could never let you go.
You donât want to end this either, itâs in your mind as he whispers that filthy mix of praise and degradation just how much you want it to last.
âYou love it, me using you, hmm?â Your answer is a whine, as he does just that, using your mouth exactly as he wants, stuttering as he presses you fully down by the back of your neck, until youâre choking on him. The office door is locked, but the thought of someone walking by, hearing the muffled sounds of your submission, makes your cunt clench around nothing.
You are damaged â never has it been more clear than the fact that sneaking around in your brand new office with your senior college student fucking your throat with wet filthy sounds. Youâre so damn needy your hand slips down between your thighs, touching yourself over those already soaked panties, trembling as your lashes flutter closed.
"Look at you," Satoruâs voice is broken with desire as he watches tears stream down your cheeks, easing into your throat while you take him deeper. "My pretty professor is on her knees fâme, choking on my cock. Aw, you cryinâ, baby? Look at that, mmm, sâpretty..."
You want to retort, to say something bratty to his ass â like, fuck you â but your mouth is too full of his thick length, your throat stretched beyond its means until itâs burning. Instead, you just moan around him, the vibrations making him hiss, sucking in a breath through his teeth.
This was the only other time youâve sucked Satoru aside from your class room, when he finished in your mouth, and both times had you craving impossibly more, to have that salty release down your esophagus, into your tummy. Your nails dig into his pants when he pulls back suddenly, letting you gasp for air in greedy gulps.
âYouâre touching yourself, teach?â He teases now, there are strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock just dissolving as he brushes your hair back gently. âDoes sucking you make you that wet?â
âMmm, just lemme finishâŠâ
âYou wanna swallow all this cum?â
Your answer is lapping back at his tip â Satoru hates wasting cum in your throat when he needs you full of him, but heâs not turning down his eager professor who is fingering herself as she sucks him. Satoru brushes your hair back and holds you there, moaning at the sight of you as he jerks his cock in filthy strokes.
âToru, stop teasing,â your brows are all drawn together in frustration, he chuckles as he holds you back.
âYouâre so wet I can hear it, messy lil pussy, godâŠâ Heâs pulsing as he drags his tip on your tongue. âYou love being used by me, any time I want.â
âShut up and cum, Satoru,â you finally say, exasperated and in that fucking teacher voice of yours, he moans out, spurts of cum landing right on your outstretched tongue, whimpering as he makes sure it all lands there.
As pretty as your face would look with cum, he wasnât going to do that to you, not when you have work â but as soon as you were just his? Oh heâd cover every inch of your body and face in it. You swallow him down, wrapping your lips around his tip, making his lashes flutter shut.
âIâm so mad you ever did this,â he mumbles all dizzy, youâre whining out, your fingers failing.
âYouâre toxic,â he laughs, tugging you up, leaving his cock all glittery with your spit, tugging you to him and kissing his taste off you. âMmm, you took every last drop, didnât you?â
Your answer is a whine, he laps his own flavor right off your tongue, when the door has a knock, you curse, eyes shutting.
âY-yes?â
âProfessor, I need some help with a project,â youâre aching and havenât cum, Satoru knows it too, smirking as he brushes your slit with his fingertips.
âToru, stop!â
âUse my fingers, baby.â
âProfessor?â
âYes Iâll be free in ten! Meet me in my classroom?â
âYes of course, thank you!â Satoru glares now as you smack his hand off.
âI donât like you spending time with other students,â you snort at him, tugging his boxers up for him and giggling all breathless. âDonât you laugh at me.â
âItâs insane, I donât look at anyone the way-â You pause, as the very real words threaten to spill from your lips.
Satoru knows it too, looking right at you, lashes trembling, tilting your chin up to peer down at you. âWhat way?â
âYou know,â he sighs, leaning down when another knock occurs, you swear Satoru is going to lose it. âYes?â
âThereâs a meeting in an hour, I thought youâd like to grab some food first?â Satoru will kill Professor Nanami.
âOh⊠umâŠâ Satoruâs hold is so brutal on your waist you damn near squeak, smacking his hand again. âI have to help a student, Iâm sorry.â
âIâll grab you a bite.â
âThanks, Nanami!â
âThanks Nanami!â You smack a hand on this little shitâs mouth and scowl, he has the audacity to bite your palm.
âWill you stop?â
âWhy does everyone get to have time with you?â He hugs you to him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. âShould only be me.â
You enjoy the embrace too much, though heâd just fucked your damn throat filthy, nothing you do with Satoru is just sexual, thereâs always this entire other layer with him, one that fucking ruins you. Youâre clinging to him tightly, nails pressing against his dress shirt, sighing at how good it feels in his arms.
Are you this delusional, youâll imagine this could work?
âKiss me,â you ask as you lean back, the way you asked the first time heâd made you soak him in your car. Satoru exhales, kissing you over and over, when finally the two of you pull back.
What sort of week would this be if this was only Monday?
*****
The week of having you be âfree useâ to Satoru Gojo is anything but normal â the damn manâs stamina should be studied because he never seems quite done with you, as if heâs eating up every bit of this week before the two of you face the inevitable truth â that you canât really be together.
Aside from the fact that itâs a complete career ruining relationship there was the simple fact that Satoru was just from a higher income bracket than youâll ever be. Not that it mattered to him or you, but considering there is an event he has to go to which is basically just a modern day debutante ball explains it all.
Heâs miserable, youâre jealous.
You donât say that, though, you act like itâs fine and that youâre not angry every time you see a girl giggling at him, see his mom coming to campus and damn near letting these girls throw themselves at him. Satoru acts entirely uninterested, but a part of you wonders how long before getting a girl eight to ten years younger than you will take its toll on him.
You believe he wants you now, you see it, but to be delusional would simply lead to more pain than youâre equipped to handle. Those feelings of inadequacy from your family growing up and from school days rear their ugly head every time his father makes a comment to you â a command, really â telling you what to do in order to earn this funding or that.
Youâre basically just a shiny figurehead for the Gojos and the university to be âso including of the middle classâ as if youâre the poster child for the fact that you can move up the ranks as a ânormal girlâ. You keep getting asked out by even more men in the faculty, which you politely push off rather than go out.
Thatâs even more dangerous â turning down Professor Higuruma, who by all fucking means is not just age appropriate, heâs hot and sweet. Turning down the second date with Nanami with an excuse of being exhausted for the moment, turning down any and every date because youâre getting fucked by the deans son in every damn room he can find.
Yet where would it lead you when the newness wears off?
You try to shove it back, every time he watches one of those attempts heâs grabbing you any moment he can, making sure youâre paying all the attention to him.
****
Tuesday, Satoru finds you in the faculty lounge as youâre brewing a cup of coffee, trying to grade papers while pretending not to notice Satoru watching you from across the room as he walks in. You ignore him to piss him off more than anything, there was nothing quite like making Satoru mad at you, having him walk up as the coffee filters into your cup.
He leans forward, the door barely shut, not even fully â a hint of it cracked open to where anyone can see, standing behind you with his lips brushing against your ear, pressing you against the counter. âSatoruâŠâ
"Missed you," he murmurs against your ear, his hand easing up your skirt â that little pencil one that cups your ass so perfectly itâs insanity, already finding you soaking wet for him. âAh, did you miss me too?â
âN-no,â you say, he chuckles a bit, running his fingers up and down the slit, pressing the cotton up. âWe canât just fuck here, psycho.â
âI know that,â he tugs your panties to the side, your eyes roll back when two fingers plunge inside your needy cunt. âDid you think Iâd only use you?â
âY-yes I mean, mngh,â he covers your mouth with one big hand, his fingers working your cunt with devastating precision.
âShh baby, canât make all those cute little moans right now,â he whispers softly, the sound of your cunt just squelching as she sucks him in so greedy is filthy and loud in your ears. âSometimes I just wanna feel you cum, wanna see how you fall apart for me, not just me cumming. And you look so pretty when you do.â
Fuck him, truly, for saying that, for making you cry out against his hand and grip the counter as he brings you to a quick, quiet little orgasm right there in the faculty lounge. The heel of his hand is right against your clit as he whispers your name softly, moaning right with you, feeling you spasm around his thick fingers.
âThere you did sâgood fâme,â he sounds drunk off you, even though heâs straining against his boxers, turning you around to kiss you, to tug you tight against him. âIâll be off campus all day, I need to feel you.â
You swallow down your nerves when he tilts up your chin, your hands slipping up his chest. âI missed you, okay?â
âYou sound so mad about it,â he's grinning at you as your goddamn knees knock, aching for him inside you, pulling back when the door opens up, professor Higuruma yawning and heading to get coffee. âThanks Professor, I appreciate the extension!â
âYouâre welcome, Gojo,â you smiled at him, all friendly as the two of you play it off, Satoru almost rushes back in when he hears him flirting with you though.
He canât flirt like that with you.
He has to figure something out before the week is up, because in no world does Satoru not get you to himself. He eagerly sucks his fingers and moans, lips wrapping those digits to savor your juices, and for the first time heâs finally worried â that his âplanâ of making you need him so much isnât going to work, not when anything and everything plots against you both.
It canât just be this week â though he absolutely uses it all to his advantage.
****
Wednesday? Well, itâs Satoru finding you in the library stacks, pulling you into one of the quiet aisles between history and philosophy, your two favorite subjects. You donât even pretend not to want it, youâre kissing him so eagerly, hoping no one can hear those soft sounds of your lips smacking.
âAdmit you missed me,â his words are so soft you barely hear them, swallowing nervously as you two look at each other. âWhy donât you ever use me sweetheart, hmm?â
âShould I?â You ask even softer, before pushing him down, making him bite back a moan. He doesn't even speak, just drops to his knees as you guide him, shoving your pretty little dress up. âYes, I missed you, ToruâŠâ
âFuck,â itâs moments before Satoruâs tugging your panties aside and burying his face between your thighs, looking up at you under those thick lashes, practically slurping you all the fuck up.
âMnh!â You slam a hand on your own mouth, muffling your cries against one palm while your fingers tangled in his hair, soft and fluffy from his shower, just a few droplets damp on certain strands. Youâre rocking your hips up and down for impossibly more as you feel his tongue fuck into you.
Youâre using him â using his face and mouth, taking what you want to the point heâs about to bust in his own pants, as he devours you like a starving man, like heâs dying of thirst and youâre clearly the only source of sustenance.
Devoted.
Satoruâs fucking utterly devoted to pleasing you, itâs all he wants to do as he kneels before you â his pretty professor â grabbing one of your thighs and plunging his tongue in your quivering hole, his nose bumping your needy clit. The bookshelf leaves marks as he drinks you down where damn near anyone can see, and at this point you almost fucking want them to.
Youâre tired of hiding it, youâre tired of feeling bad you want him, and perhaps thatâs more dangerous than him making you quiver right âround that wet muscle. Having you squirting down on him in the midday. In the fucking library with your Edgar Allen Poe book falling to the ground beneath him.
He leans up and you already are swallowing your own juices, this close to begging him to fuck you again â after three days of just teasing, but you canât do that, even if youâre dying without him inside you, even if you miss him in your bed even though it was just a weekend.
This couldnât end soon enough, every moment youâre more fucking precarious.
Especially when his kisses ruin you.
*****
Thursday you're giving a lecture when he slips into the back of the auditorium, taking a seat in the last row. You try to focus on the task at hand, at giving them your experience in writing and what it really means to you. This is a perfect opportunity, but just this morning his texts were ringing in your mind.
Satoru â skip your birth control, pretty please?
You â no you psycho!?
Satoru â baby please, the sooner I have a Gojo heir, the sooner my parents can stop trying to set me up. I need my cum inside you to take <3 Doesnât Fluffy need a little sibling!?
You â you donât bring Fluffy into this! That cat is meowing, missing you and everything, what did you do?
Satoru â then come over Friday. Our week isnât up, right?
You canât believe him really â but at the same time, you donât want him dating other women, donât like that shit one bit â and there is an event at the country club his parents run tomorrow. Youâre invited â oh so generous of them, truly.
Those pretty blue eyes just locked right on you make your skin flush, you hope not visibly, so damn flushed in fact you can feel your ears are hot. You try to act casual and laugh a bit at some of the comments, but your thighs shift behind that podium, your panties â this pretty light blue to match his eyes, truly â are damp.
You canât stop pressing your thighs together, as you focus even harder, even though it was impossible with his presence. Casually leaning back and studying you â you remember his words.
Jerked it in class to you.
Did he really?
Why do you like that, whatâs wrong with you!?
You shove it all back as you finish the presentation, the class all files out but he hesitates of course, walking over to you as you gather your things, the last student leaving making the door echo as it shuts, heavy and loud. His words are running through your head in every way possible.
You loved teaching, right? You loved this job, and you canât throw it away for a whim of a younger guy, as much as youâre helplessly falling in love. Fuck itâs past that really, you keep almost spilling love declarations every time heâs touched you, so much so as you walk over to your desk you hope he slides his dick inside.
Toxic, Satoru Gojo is toxic and you love that shit.
What would become of you if you just carry on like this?
"Professor," he says softly, pressing you against your desk, so damn tall always â his sheer size steadily fucks up your senses, how big Satoru is. How it never feels like youâre older or more experienced when youâre with him, thatâs only when youâre in your damn head.
âSatoru,â you say softly in return, clearing your throat. âDid you need clarification on what was discussed?â
He chuckles a bit, shaking his head and tilting your chin up. "You looked so hot up there. All professional and smart, god Iâm always so fucked up by how smart you really are.â
âToruâŠâ He moans at the name, kissing you, and you fall fully fucking into it without hesitation, without the semblance of some sort of fight with your conscious, whining out as he moans into your mouth.
âMade me want to bend you over that podium and fuck you in front of everyone, but Iâd never let anyone fucking see you naked,â you gasp at that, as he pulls back, his eyes black. âWish I could chain you up to my goddamn bed and never let you leave my sight."
âStop it,â your cheeks burn now, but your body responds traitorously, aching with need, cunt already soaking his thigh. âYou canât say that shit.â
He laughs then, all cute like heâs not a complete psycho, cupping your face with one of those big ass hands. âCanât say what?â
He pauses you when he leans over you, a hand on either side of your face. âYou think I wouldnât? If you wanted me to, if you let me, Iâd never let you leave my house, just keep you there forever. But no, I wonât sweetheart because I need you so goddamn much I want you to have your âindependenceâ or whatever the fuck.â
âYou⊠IâŠâ
âYou think I donât need you?â You canât speak then, rushing off and leaving him, making him damn near chase you down the halls, empty with just a few lingering people.
âDonât say shit you donât mean,â you whisper angrily when he catches up to you, âYou think you need me. You think you have feelings⊠youâŠâ
âStop,â he pauses you right in the hall, turning you to him, your heart races in your chest. âStop thinking Iâll ever want someone else.â
âItâs just the week, remember?â You whisper now, hand clutching his dress shirt, crumpling the material.
âYeah,â he laughs without humor. âJust the week.â
You end up dragging him in a goddamn supply closet, cramped and smelling of chalk dust and old books, bumping against them as he locks that door behind you both and he lifts you in his arms like itâs nothing. âSatoru, donât say itâŠâ
âDonât say what,â you swallow it down as he kisses down your neck, your lashes fluttering. âWhat I feel? Youâre that fucking cruel to me, huh professor? What, you wanna be bored with Professor Nanami, Professor Higuruma? Think they could take your slutty little cunt like I can?â
âOh youâre jealous?â You laugh and he scowls, biting your neck and making you gasp in pain. âMaybe those young girls falling all over couldnât take you and how goddamn psychotic you are?â
âGod yes, be jealous,â he moans, looking at you and pressing you against the door, tugging his cock out with a jerky, quick motion, gliding it on your needy slit. âYou want me all to yourself, but I thought it was just this week.â
âIt is just this week, itâs all it can be,â your legs wrap right around his slutty little waist, thighs pressing as you whine out, feeling his pretty pink tip line up with your slick hole. âItâs all it can be, Toru.â
He pauses, glaring right at you, before shoving his cock inside in one stroke, you almost scream to the point you have to bite your lip bloody, heâs right against your cervix â it hurts after four days of not having him inside you. Pain and pleasure and just sheer overwhelming emotions as he stays shoved inside, pinning you against the wall, his nose brushing yours.
âJust the week, hah⊠all right, professor,â he murmurs now as he begins to pound his cock into you, yanking a tit out from your blouse so he can cup it, pinching at your nipple and making you barely muffle a cry. âYou think Iâll move on, huh? From this?â
âYou will,â he kisses you quiet as he takes out his every fucking frustration on your cunt, slamming your back against the door â It's filthy, itâs mean how his cock bullies your walls, but youâre already shattering and squirting before he fills you again, before he pumps his cum inside.
âStop telling me what you think Iâll do,â he gasps out those words, his glasses foggy from your kisses, moaning as he feels your aftershocks. He kisses up your neck, hot, open mouthed ones as he guides up higher, moaning against your skin. âStop acting like youâre not all I see.â
âI c-canât believe it, itâll h-hurt,â he pauses then, seeing you full of tears and gripping you tightly, shaking his head in confusion just for your alarm to go off. âI have to go.â
He doesnât try to stop you but he does drag your ass against him before you do, cupping your face and kissing you in the cramped quarters so goddamn desperately, and you fall right into it. Meeting his tongue stroke for stroke, his lips so brutal make you tremble, ready to say fuck all pretense and make yourself vulnerable.
When he caresses your chin and just rests his head on yours, itâs too fucking quiet.
You rush out without another word before you are the one that spills the one thing that would hurt the most, lifeâs biggest cruelty â that youâre in love with Gojo.
*****
Itâs Friday â your week with Satoru is officially âoverâ and youâre for whatever self masochistic reason going to his parentsâ event. Knowing youâd have to see him with girls on his arm, knowing youâd have to see his fucking parents and how terrible they are. Knowing you canât be on his arm as much as heâd love you to be.
Was it to show yourself reality?
Was it to make yourself see the bubble youâve been in is just that â a bubble the two of you have hidden in, so needy and lost in each other that the two of you havenât acknowledged the issues of yourâŠ
Relationship?
Even if you quit your career, the scandal of marrying Gojo would be fucking insane, his parents would never accept you, and what would that do to Satoru? No backing of his parents all because of you? What if you fucked up everything because youâre so damn in love with him?
Itâs beyond falling now, and it would hurt you both if you told him how in love you were, how obsessed you were â no, you werenât as obsessed as Satoru, youâre not even sure someone could be that level. But itâs close, the way heâs in your dreams, how heâs in your mind, how his cum was trickling down your cunt so you pushed it back in while you were in your fucking car about to drive home.
Remembering that first time he touched you, the rain that poured down, wanting to skip a goddamn pill for him. Insanity.
Stupidity.
Heâs fucked your brains out literally â and youâre not sure you have any ethics left, as hard as you tried to keep them, not when you smile at your fellow faculty members in this fancy ass place, a pretty gown clinging to your body. So damn expensive youâve snuck the tag in to take the shit back tomorrow.
You see Satoru across the room as someone talks to you and you pretend to act interested, girls flocked around him, the way they are makes you sick, like Satoru is just some damn object. You feel the pit in your tummy grow when his eyes meet yours â changing from bored to dark and hungry, his gaze dragging right down your curves, like heâs touching you.
A girl tugs at him, youâve seen her before, his parents laughing and talking to their parents â transactional, thatâs what they saw him as. It makes you so angry your nails press into your palm, rushing off over to the buffet table to gather your senses before your jealousy gets the best of you.
This canât go on.
âProfessor,â you almost jolt at the touch as you grab a glass of champagne, feeling him right behind you, one of hands snaking around you to grab his own glass, his cologne filling your senses. âI didnât know youâd be here, but fuck am I glad you are.â
âAre you?â You ask, your voice tense, he frowns at that, turning you around to face him. âWeâre in front of everyone!â You hiss, panicking when he tilts your chin up, so damn tall no one can even see you.
âYou think I enjoy those boring fucking girls? When I have you that Iâm dying to come inside?â You blush furiously, looking down now.
âI canât do this, seeing you with⊠I canâtâŠâ You shut your eyes, sighing now. âItâs not a game, Satoru, or a phase for me.â
âAnd you think it is for me?â You tremble now, downing the champagne as hot tears burn your eyes. âThe sooner you let me breed you the sooner my parents can go fuck off.â
âAnd then what? Theyâll hate me.â
Satoru laughs without humor now, shaking his head. âThink I care? Them hating you is a good thing â theyâre fucking trash.â
âI wonât ruin your life and-â
âYouâre not leaving me,â he takes your hand now, and you pause, heart hammering in your chest as he leads you to the dance floor.
âWe canât dance!â
âYes we can,â his mother glares as you two walk past her. âMother.â
âGojo,â she looks at you now, raising a brow as you both pause. âDancing with the faculty?â
âNot a problem, is it? That I dance with the prettiest girl in here?â
âSatoruâŠâ You shut your eyes, begging him not to, but in no world was Satoru letting you feel inadequate, letting you leave him.
âDance with her then, but youâll dance with every other girl Iâve chosen,â he smirks at her, and she gives you the meanest glare, walking off.
âYouâre insane,â his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer than is in any way appropriate, his other hand capturing yours. âSheâs not going to let you live this down. People will talk and-â
"Tell me you missed me," he murmurs against your ear, leaning down, you can feel eyes on the two of you â itâs not unheard of to dance together, thatâs not it, itâs how Satoru holds you, how a hand slips down your spine.
âSatoruâŠâ
âTell me it, please⊠fuck just say it,â his breath sending shivers down your spine, lips brushing your ear, his hand clutching you even tighter.
"I missed you," you whisper softly, clinging to him tightly. âOkay?â
"Good girl.â
âFuck you.â
He sighs, pulling back and looking at you under those lashes, turning you and tugging you closer. âTell me you want me."
You sigh as well, following his movements. "I want you."
"Good,â he dips you over an arm, slowly pulling you back up, far, far too close to you then. âTell me you'll let me breed you.â
âNo!?â
âYouâre so fucking mean,â he glares and you glare right back. âJust quit this damn job so you can have all six of my kids.â
âIâm not going to have six kids!â
âWhy am I in love with a mean ass brat like this,â you falter now at that, tears about to burn your eyes. âDonât tell me I donât love you.â
âYou donât.â
âAfter everything?â His eyes flash with hurt then, hands brutal in their grip. âYou think I donât know myself?â
"I'm trying to protect you, okay? From your parents â from losing everything. From the scandal it would cause, Satoru I love you too much to be selfish and ruin your life."
He pauses, heart hammering in his chest so quickly heâs flush, clinging to you so tightly you gasp, uncaring of anyone in the room â itâs all you.
Itâs been you since he first saw you in the hall, all you, only you.
âYou love me?â His words are quiet, the two of you not even moving, murmurs from his parents and the people around growing in intensity.
âOf course I do, who couldnât love you? Who wouldnât?â His own emotions hit when you tug back, shaking your head. âItâs why I canât do it â you think I have a lot to lose, and I do, but you could lose everything if you do this. You should go to one of those pretty young girls, Satoru, and see if you find love with someone-â
âIâd never, the fuck!?â You rush out now, and he rushes out for you, only to be stopped by his parents, his dadâs hand on your shoulder.
âItâs enough of a fucking spectacle, Satoru,â he scowls at the old man then, his eyes so bright theyâre hard to look at, jaw clenched. âStop it now before she loses her career, if you even care about her. Before you lose your position as CEO-â
âI donât want to run your dumb fucking company,â he shrugs his hand off, seeing you grabbing your coat from the front, heart sinking. âI donât want to be your figure head, I donât want shit from you.â
âAnd when your trust fund is cut off, what then?â
âI donât fucking care,â he pushes past him and rushes to you, he has to damn near sprint as you rush to your shitty little volvo, hands trembling with your keys, pausing you then and there. âDonât go. Donât fucking go.â
âSatoru please,â your heartbroken face ruins him when you look up at him, lips trembling as the tears fall, and the thunder starts, rain pattering in cold little sprinkles as your chest heaves up and down. âI will not ruin everything. for you.â
âYou are my everything,â he cups your face, resting his head on yours, breaths coming so fast as the rain starts to fall itâs fogging up around you both, youâre trembling in his hold. âAll I can even fucking see is you.â
âDonât say that,â he kisses you, knowing itâll ruin you, you hardly manage to pull back. âMmm, Toru we canâtâŠâ
âIâll leave this dumb party with you then,â he lifts you in his arms and presses you right on the hood of the car, sitting you there as he stands between your thighs, laying over you.
âTheyâll see!â
âLet them,â heâs lost in you as the rain starts to fall, making that pretty silk dress cling to every curve, moaning into your mouth. âIâve jerked it to you since I fuckinâ saw you, turned down everyone months ago just because you exist.â
âY-you⊠mnhâŠâ Your hands slide up his chest, one tangling in his silky locks as the rain falls against his back, leaving you protected.
âItâs only you, fuck just let me fill you with babies already,â you giggle then, before you break into laughter, making him bite your neck hard. âStop laughing!â
âYouâre so batshit, itâsâŠâ You sigh now, cupping his face as the sting hurts your neck. âTake me home then, weâll deal with this mess tomorrow.â
âFuck I love you,â he canât stop saying it now, canât stop kissing you even as the rain pours. âYou thought you could leave me?â
âI donât want toâŠâ
Youâre sniffling when he carries you inside the car, you know tomorrow is going to either end your life, his life â or both, but when youâre laying your head on his shoulder and heâs got an arm on you, itâs hard to really fucking care.
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Synopsis... While on vacation at Ember Island, your two best friends discover that you struggle with low self-esteem, and decide to cheer you up in the best way.
[ đž ] brrr--my spirit animal is Toph because she also fall in love with the hot guy
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You shifted slightly with a soft hum, letting the warm sand sink beneath your feet. The murmur of the ocean was calm, steadyâlike it was accompanying the light conversation you were sharing with Zuko. Sitting on your towel, facing the quiet horizon, you could hear Aang and Katara laughing somewhere in the distance, probably chasing Momo through the waves.
Toph, meanwhile, was sprawled out on the sand with her arms and legs stretched wide, like a carefree starfish. You wondered, not without a hint of envy, if she had already fallen asleep. She probably hadâthe girl was calm, solid as a rock.
Zuko was sitting beside you.
It was⊠strange seeing him like this.
You had always known him tense, carrying the weight of being the Fire Lord even in the simplest moments. But now, with the breeze brushing through his dark hair and his expression relaxed, he seemed like someone entirely different.
âItâs a beautiful place, Zuko⊠thank you,â you murmured softly.
Your gaze lingered on his hands for a second too longâlarge, steady hands moving with unexpected gentleness as he brushed a few dark strands away from his face.
âYou donât have to thank me,â he replied with a small smile.
His golden eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was something there. Something warm. Soft.
Your heart skipped.
You probably imagined it⊠right?
Yeah. That had to be it.
You were about to say somethingâanything to fill the silence that suddenly felt too awareâbut Sokka appeared out of nowhere, returning from the bar with three drinks in hand.
âHope you didnât miss me too much⊠although that would be flattering,â he said, winking at you dramatically.
The joke was terrible.
And precisely because of that, you couldnât help the smile slipping out.
His hand trembled slightly as he handed you your drink.
âHere you go,â he added before turning to Zuko. âAnd this oneâs yours. Hope you go completely wild tonight.â
Zuko blinked, visibly confused, unsure how to respond.
You bit your lip, holding back a laugh.
Their dynamic⊠never stopped being ridiculously entertaining.
âŠ
You remained seated on the towel, drink in hand, watching the waves roll in and out⊠but not really seeing them.
Something inside you had dimmed.
Maybe it was the way Katara looked so radiant under the sunâso beautiful, so confident. Even Toph, lying there without a care in the world, seemed more⊠secure. More comfortable in her own skin than you had ever felt.
You let out a quiet sigh.
âAre you okay?â Zukoâs voice came closer than you expected.
You turned your head slightly. He wasnât relaxed anymoreâhe was watching you with that quiet attentiveness of his, the kind that always seemed to see more than you said.
âYeah⊠just tired,â you lied, lowering your gaze to the drink in your hands.
A brief silence.
âThat didnât sound very convincing,â Sokka added nearby.
You huffed softly. âDidnât know you were an expert in emotions now.â
âI am,â he shot back without hesitation. âEspecially when someoneâs making that face.â
âWhat face?â
âThat âIâm fineâ face when youâre clearly not.â
You rolled your eyes, though without much energy to argue. You took a small sip, the bitterness of the alcohol warming your throat uncomfortably. Zuko, meanwhile, stayed quiet.
Instead, you felt his hand brush against yoursâjust barely, like he was testing whether youâd pull away.
You didnât. You didnât have the strength to.
âYou donât have to pretend,â he said softly.
His tone was different. Softer. Closer.
Something in your chest tightened.
âIâm not pretendingâŠâ
âYes, you are,â Sokka cut in, this time without his usual teasing tone. âAnd itâs weird, because youâre usually terrible at lying.â
You looked at him, ready to snap backâbut the words didnât come.
Because they were right.
You dropped your gaze again, that uncomfortable knot forming in your throat.
âItâs just thatâŠâ you started, but stopped.
What were you even going to say?
That you didnât feel like enough.
That even surrounded by them, part of you still felt out of place.
Ridiculous.
You shook your head. âForget it.â
But this time, Zuko didnât let you slip away so easily.
His hand moved, covering yours completely. His warmth contrasted with the cool ocean breeze.
âLook at me,â he said.
You hesitated.
But you did. And there it was againâthat look.
âYouâre not out of place here. You know that, right?â
You blinked, startled, something inside you wavering.
âThen why does it feel like it?â you murmured.
The silence that followed wasnât uncomfortable.
It was⊠heavy.
Sokka sighed softly beside you, rubbing the back of his neck. âBecause your head is a terrible place to live sometimes. Trust me, Iâve got experience.â
That earned a small smile from you.
âBut that doesnât make it true,â he added, leaning closer.
Zuko didnât look away. âIf you could see yourself the way we see youâŠâ he started, then trailed off.
âItâd be a lot harder for you to think like that,â Sokka finished with a half-smile.
Heat crept up your face. âYouâre exaggeratingâŠâ
âNo,â Zuko said firmly. His thumb brushed lightly against your skinâa small gesture, but enough to make you lose your train of thought. âWeâre not.â
The air shifted.
Heavier. Closer.
Sokka rested an arm behind you, close enough for you to feel him without it being overwhelming. âBesides,â he added with a crooked smile, âif you werenât amazing⊠why do you think weâre here with you instead of annoying someone else?â
A soft laugh escaped youâthis time more genuine. âThat proves nothing.â
âOf course it does,â he said. âI donât share my time with just anyone.â
âNeither do I,â Zuko added, not breaking eye contact.
That didnât sound like a joke.
âŠ
You met Zuko through Sokka.
At first, it was⊠complicated. But slowly, you started to understand who he really wasâbeyond the rigid posture and intimidating stare, there was someone patient, restrained⊠deeply gentle.
And despite everythingâthe war, the title, the weight they both carried as friends of the Avatarâthey still held onto something that completely disarmed you:
That simplicity.
That way they were with you, like⊠you were enough.
Even if you still struggled to believe it.
And yet, here you were now between them, in the beautiful bedroom Zuko ordered to prepare so you could rest, except you wouldnât do that tonightâyou kiss Sokka while Zuko trailed wet kisses down your neck, his hands exploring your body with a certain hesitance while Sokka worked at the knots of your bikini.
You pulled away from Sokka just enough to breathe, but he chased your lips, trying to drag the kiss out longer. A soft kiss brushed your cheek before a hand gently turned your headâZukoâs lips grazed the corner of your mouth before claiming you fully, while Sokka pressed kisses along your jaw.
The sudden air against your now bare skin, paired with Sokkaâs firm grip on your ass, tore a moan from your throatâone Zuko swallowed with a low, approving sound.
His movements were slow at first, almost unsure, like he was learning youâuntil he found the right angle and kissed you properly. Deep. Consuming. His tongue dragging against yours in a way that made your breath hitch. It was hungryâdevouring you like a man starved, leaving you breathless.
God⊠you were almost certain your collarbones and chest were flushed red from the relentless attention of Sokkaâs mouth.
Zuko pulled back, breath uneven, eyes dark with desireâjust like Sokkaâs.
âAre you okay with continuing?â Sokka asked against your neck, then looked at you seriously.
Zuko pulled back slightly, waiting.
Waiting for your answer. And spiritsâyou felt so heard. So cared for.
They wouldnât do anything you didnât want. They wouldnât. You nodded first, flushed and breathless before managing, âYeah⊠Iâm sure.â
Sokka was the first to take control, guiding you onto the bedâand for a second, you wondered if all three of you would even fit, because for the first time you really noticed the difference in their builds.
Sokka was only a few centimeters taller than Zuko, a bit leaner, but his muscles were well-defined. Zuko, on the other hand, was broaderâhis sturdier frame sometimes made him seem taller than he actually was.
And then there was youâbetween them, feeling smaller.
You sat slowly on the soft mattress, your gaze flicking from Sokka to Zuko, their eyes dark as they took you in. You could feel the slick heat between your thighs, your arousal already soaking your folds and inner thighs.
Your hands trembledâjust slightlyâas you reached for the waistband of their shorts, pushing them down slowly.
Zuko wouldnât admit it out loud, but this was the first time anyone had ever sucked him off.
He watched you carefully while Sokka settled behind you, his cock already hard, right in front of your face.
Your eyes lingered on Zuko first.
His cock was⊠intimidating. Thick, veined, the head flushed with need, a few drops of pre-cum already sliding down the length of him.
Sokkaâs, in contrast, was prettierâslightly curved, slimmerâbut something told you heâd still make you cry.
You felt him behind you, brushing against your entrance. For a moment, you thought heâd push into your wet cuntâbut he didnât. Not yet.
Your hand, steadier now, wrapped around Zukoâs cock, moving slowly, timidly at first, stroking up and downâtrying not to miss a single inch.
Zukoâusually so composedâstruggled to keep his breathing steady.
Then he felt your mouth.
Warm. Wet. Wrapping around him.
Spirits⊠your lips stretched around him, and you were sure the corners of your mouth would ache later.
You tried to focus, but Sokkaâs hands roaming your body made it impossible. His fingers dragged along your skin before pinching your nipples lightly, his lips leaving wet kisses along your neck.
A moan slipped out of youâvibrating around Zukoâs cockâand he let out a low groan in response.
Sokkaâs fingers slid lower, almost playfully, finding the wet heat between your thighs.
He didnât hesitate.
His fingers circled your clit slowly, teasing, drawing it outâmaking sure your orgasm stayed just out of reach.
Your muffled moans pressed against Zuko, your lips wrapped around him.
âLook at her⊠so wet. Such a dirty girl,â Sokka murmured hoarsely against your ear.
Then his arm slipped around your neckânot tight, but firm enough to guide youâkeeping you right where he wanted you, still sucking Zukoâs cock.
Your half-lidded eyes lifted to Zuko, and you could see itâhis control slipping, the tension in his jaw as he tried to hold himself together.
Your saliva dripped down your chin, making a mess of you.
A pretty mess.
You sucked him a few more times before pulling back for air, your tongue dragging slowly along his length, licking up the saliva that had gathered there.
Then you turned toward Sokkaâyour gaze hungry.
Yeah.
You were completely worked up. His fingers left your heat only long enough to lay you back on the bed.
He followed immediately, a crooked smile on his lips. For a brief second, warmth bloomed in your chestâsomething soft you couldnât quite placeâbut it vanished the moment you felt lips press against your soaked folds.
Zuko.
A curse slipped from your mouth before it turned into a moan against Sokkaâs lips, because he was already kissing you again while Zukoâs large hands spread your legs wider.
Your handâno longer shyâslid into Zukoâs dark hair, guiding him, pressing him closer as he kissed your clit.
Something he was more than willing to keep doing.
Sokkaâs hands covered your breasts, kneading your flesh like he couldnât get enough. His mouth left yours just long enough to kiss your nipples before he straightened slightly, bringing his cock closer to your lips.
His fingers tightened in your hair. You didnât hesitate. You took him into your mouth while Zuko ate you out.
You werenât going to last.
Not when Zukoâs fingers slid inside you, searching for the right rhythm to push you closer to the edge. Sokka wasnât far behind eitherâthe way his grip on your hair tightened, the way he fucked your mouthâyou were a fucking sight.
âThatâs it⊠come for us.â
You whimpered as your climax crashed into you, your senses overwhelmed.
Sokka cursed under his breath before pulling away, spilling across your face.
You were too dazed to even process the feeling of his cum on your skin, though you vaguely registered him yelping, apologizing as he scrambled for something to clean you.
Zuko looked up at you from between your thighs, a little awkward, a little concernedâbut there was something warm in his gaze that made your cunt clench again.
Sokka came back with a cloth, gently wiping your face. âYou okay?â
You nodded weakly, letting out a breath. âYeah⊠that felt good.â You wanted to keep going.
Spirits, you really did. Who knew if these two incredibly attractive men would ever fuck you again? Zuko helped you stand up, then turned you around so your back faced him andâ
You yelped when he suddenly lifted you, your legs spreading instinctively as his strong arms held you up. You were completely exposed in front of Sokkaâyour flushed, swollen clit on full display. You were a show. You felt the tip of Zukoâs cock press against your entrance, making you gasp. âRelax,â he murmured against your ear.
You tried.
You really did.
Because when he pushed inside, it felt like he might split you in halfâbut it felt so good. Your wet cunt swallowed him whole. He gave you a moment to adjust before starting to moveâslow at first, each thrust deeper than the last. Your body stretched around him, adjusting, taking more and more.
The angleâ
God, the angleâ
He was so deep, hitting your cervix with every thrust, making your mouth fall open, drool slipping past your lips. You couldnât stop the moan that tore from your throat when he shifted slightly andâ
There.
Your G-spot.
Just when you thought it couldnât get any betterâ
Sokka leaned in and started licking your clit. Your toes curled tightly, your whole body shaking from the overwhelming sensations crashing into you. You sobbed as you came hard, your body giving in completelyâyour release spilling out, soaking Sokkaâs face. You squirt right in his face.
âLook at you⊠shameless. Getting him all messy too⊠is that payback?â Zuko murmured against your neck, amusement in his voice. You flushed harderâbut before you could even try to apologizeâ
Sokka licked you clean. Completely.
Melting you all over again. âDid that make you clench? Fuck⊠such a dirty girl,â Zukoâs voice was strained nowâhe was close. Sokkaâs hand slid over your stomach, pressing lightly, appreciating the bulge of Zuko inside you. You hadnât even noticed it before. Spiritsâit was too much. You werenât going to lastâ
âI think sheâs gonna come again⊠cute little thing,â Sokka murmured, kissing your stomach. Your vision went white as you came again, and Zuko followed right after, spilling inside you.
You felt dizzy, your breathing uneven as you tried to steady yourself. It had been a lotâbut you werenât complaining.
It felt too good. Zuko lowered you slowly, pulling out of you before pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, letting Sokka catch you.
âThat⊠was amazing,â you managed, breathless.
Sokka smirked. âGuess that means you want to keep going?â
âYouâd be guessing right,â you replied weakly.
He pushed you until your back touched the bed, he put your legs up against your chest, your knees almost brushing your breasts, letting your legs rest comfortably on his shoulders as he slid back inside your still-sensitive cunt with ease.
He cursed. âDonât think Iâm gonna last⊠not after that show you put on earlier,â he groaned, kissing your neck, his hands gripping your chest, playing with your nipples until you whimpered as he start moving inside youâgoing deeper and deeper.
You werenât going to last either.
The sounds of skin slapping, your soft criesâit all echoed in the room. You couldnât focus on anything else. You were drunk on him. You trembled, pathetic, as you came again, tightening around him.
âFuck⊠youâre so pretty. Look at you,â Sokka groaned, barely holding on before he finally came deep inside you.
You gasped when he pulled out, collapsing beside you. You didnât need a mirror to know how wrecked you looked.
Zuko returned just then, holding a couple of damp cloths, already dressed in underwearâyou hadnât even noticed when he left.
âDid you bring one for meââ Sokka didnât get to finish before Zuko tossed a cloth at his face, making him yelp indignantly.
That made you laugh softly, even if your body ached.
You tried to sit up, but Zuko stopped you, gently starting to clean you himself so tenderly.
despite the tremendous growth zuko has had over the years in regulating his emotions and reeling back his more sadistic ways of achieving his goals, itâs no surprise that there are still moments where his past behavior peeks through in places that arenât quite. . . standard for him.
âhm? I didnât quite catch that, baby,â he murmurs, eyes fixed on your flushed face as he pulls you closer, grip steady, the tension between you palpable and unmistakable. he forcefully bounces you on his fat cock as steam curls around you, water harshly sloshing with every sharp thrust your husband plants to your abused hole. itâs nothing unusual for zuko to pull you into the royal baths like this, craving a quiet escape from his relentless advisors and the chaos of certain friends who have always surrounded him.
âfor ah! running straight into danger when you told me not to.â
âexactly. with absolutely no regard for your safety.â he clicks his tongue, a large hand coming down to swat at your asscheeks. âi know youâre a big, strong girl, but dealing with bandits alone isnât something i want my wife to be doing in her spare time, especially when iâm off on avatar business,â he growls, tone edged with something firm but familiar.
frustration, worry. a deep desire to keep you safe in his domain.
you nod frantically, eyes glossed over with a mix of pleasure and guilt. you know how much zuko worries about you, a non-bender from foreign lands still unfamiliar with the true weight and danger of the fire nation territory.
you arenât used to this, to life as royalty. to be waited on by maids and fed by famous chefs. you were a kyoshi warrior, above all. the only thing you knew here was him. his patience, steady presence, and strength. the way he looks at you like you hung up the moon and stars.
the fiery, dilated eyes that you cannot currently see.
âwanna look at you, zuko. havenât seen your face in days.â you whimper, tears staining the crimson ribbon, the one tight around your eyesâ the one he uses to keep his hair up.
âbad girls donât get to have their way, princess. make me cum, and maybe iâll grant you your wish.â
he slides his hands up your torso, teasing and featherlike. you could only shudder as you kept moving against him, your hands clinging to his shoulders and arms, stronger and broader than you remember, shaped by the years that have passed around him.
he thumbs at your nipples. a flicker of curiosity crossing his face as his thoughts begin to wander. he feels the subtle change in you, the way you tense and draw closer, and his expression shifts into something more devious (and a tad vengeful) as he watches you carefully.
zap!
you gasp at the sharp sting against your chest.
lightening. from his fingertips.
âi didnât tell you to stop, sweetheart. you donât get to stop until i punish you properly.â he tilts his head. ânow, should i make you count?â
heâs still angry, but not unfair. zuko soothes the sting with his mouth, lips pressing and suctioning and lingering where the heat blooms, easing it with slow, careful attention from his hot tongueâ the way he does to your achy cunt on the days of your period where your cramps hurt the most.
then, he does it again. lets a spark flicker against the flesh of your ass, clit, and chest again and again until youâre trembling against him, unable to keep yourself upright.
relentless and ruthless and so, so, so in love with you.
âiâm sorry, zuko. wonât ever do it again.â
âi know you are, baby. but i canât forgive you just yet.â
âwh-what can i do to make you feel better?â
he pauses, thoughts drifting once more as he begins to picture you warm and glowing, a soft hand resting over the gentle curve of your stomach. thatâs all heâs been thinking about, really. in meetings and missions, at night when heâs got an arm slung over your tummy as you sleep.
what it would be like for you to bear his children.
you have always been so patient, so natural with aangâs son bumi, and the image lingers longer than he expects. he canât fathom anyone else standing beside him, anyone else he would trust with something as important as having his heir, something that felt like a future he never thought heâd have.
(and itâd give him all the more right to be fussy and obsessive about your safety. to keep you in his palace and in his line of sight at all times.
to tie you to him for eternity and more.)
âgiving me a baby.â he quickens his pace, rough hands glued to your hips, now full on slamming into you. heâs delirious with want, the animalistic need to mark you and solidify your position as lady of this land once and for all. âi want an heir, princess.â
âahâ! ahâ! zuko, slow down! a wh-what? a-a baby?â
âyes. need you bred and pregnant by the end of the weekâ noâ by tonight. thatâs an order.â he jests, but thereâs a heavy glint in his eye.
a vow. you would bare his child at once.
âo-of course, zuko.â
âthen we canât have the water washing away my cum now can we? gotta make sure it takes.â he presses a kiss to the side of your head, slow and lingering. then his teeth catch lightly on the ribbon, tugging it loose before he pulls it away from your face, letting it fall as he finally looks at you again.
he grips your ass. makes a move to stand, cock still buried to the hilt of your quivering pussy. you instinctively tighten around him, grappling at the expanse of his muscular figure.
âmiss you so much.â you sigh, nuzzling into his face and kissing his scar. he breathes in your scent. agonizes over the fact that youâd smell so much sweeter once youâre full of milk and spiritual energy. âwanâ a baby with you too, zuko. been wanting one for so long.â
he begins thrusting upwards again, letting gravity drag you down his length. âwhy didnât you say so before, baby?â
âyou were so busy with nation affairs and. . . with everything youâve been through.â you bite your lip. âand we cannot guarantee our first born would inherit fire-bending.â
he chuckles. his sweet, thoughtful girl. âall the more reason to have one, flower. or many. it would strengthen the throne regardless if the fire lord can bend fire or not. and it would heal my past wounds in ways that you canât even imagine. to see you and watch you be the most amazing mother to our children. . .â he groans as he feels himself nearing the end.
you moan at his wordsâ at the weight of him inside you and what this meant. âiâm so close, zuko. wanna feel you fill me. wanna give you a baby. wanna make you a good father, too.â
his hips falter for a moment, breath catching. your arms wind around his neck, pulling him down as your lips meet his in a rushed, desperate kiss, the kind that says more than either of you can put into words as zuko leans into you without hesitation. he cums with a moan into your mouth, his semen coating your guts in long, endless spills. feels your slick envelope him as well, walls milking him for everything he has.
âi love you.â he whispers into the crown of your head. âwhat an honor itâd be to start this new chapter with you.â
you can only smile against his chest, eyes drifting closed as sleep slowly takes you. you trust that heâll always make sure youâre clean and ready for bed, wrapped safely in his arms.
your dreams blur soft and warm, filled with him, with the quiet image of zuko standing tall, a smaller version of him clutching the front of his robes as he holds them close, steady and sure like everything youâve come to find in him.
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