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݁، ݁ ˖ ★ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 — 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 (she/her), 🇳🇬, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 (jk im not a dreadhead) — 8TEEN

─── ゛ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⸝⸝ ⋆ 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 (for now)

 ˙ ⠀𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖤𝖭𝖳 ྀི 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖬𝖤 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 ┆ ** ┆ you get me so high

—໒ྀི 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 ݁⸝⸝⸝ ⑅𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 ┆𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 ┆𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑┆𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉!

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[veiue]

I love your blog

omg why thank you 🙈 yours is as pretty 🫶🏽 the pink theme!!!? zoowemama 💕

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going to try and see if i can revamp & complete my blog this week and upload a one shot next week—either on wednesday or thursday

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he’s the fire lord for goodness sake—is he supposed to beg? umm anyways

— established relationship, MDNI 18+

the whole palace felt quieter than usual tonight, the curtains drawn against the palace lights. zuko sits by the edge of his massive bed—his elbows propped on his knees—firebending absentmindedly, making tiny sparks between his fingers. you’re across him drying your hair from your bath—you’re smelling like the lotion he pretends doesn’t make him weak.

he’s been distracted for days…? nah maybe weeks. every time you climb into bed to lay beside him, every time you straddle his lap just to give him a good night kiss—the same thoughts rush into his head—you ontop riding him slow the faster, your hands braced in his chest, your tits bouncing in his face and that little smirk on your face when you know you’re driving him insane. he’s the fire lord for goodness sake, he’s not supposed to want to beg for anything—especially not this.

so he stays nonchalant, like the thought hasn’t been burning him alive. you noticed of course. “zukoooo” you call out softly, crawling across the bed until you’re kneeling between his spread legs. “you’ve been weird all week, even for the last two weeks. what’s is going on inside that head of yours?”.

but he only shrugs his eyes briefly making contact with yours—he looks away because he doesn’t want to easily appear weak. “it’s nothing… just… state matter” “do you think i was born yesterday?” you lean in, brushing your lips against his jaw. “you’re just overthinking again. care to share…?”.

he exhales loudly through his nose—his hands settling on your thighs, thumbs stroking your skin right under the hem of your short. he doesn’t push further—almost does—he almost grabs your hips and pulls you down on him in that moment. but then that stupid voice in his head kicks in. i’m the fire lord—i don’t beg. yeahhhh right… the words slip out anyway. “i want you to ride me” he whispered, his voice low.

you pull back just enough to look at him, your eyebrows raised, a bit taken aback. “what?” you asked, a teasing grin already morphing across your face. his ears go red. fuck he knew you’d tease him—he cursed under his breath, looking everywhere but your face. “just forget it”.

“nope! well not now that you’ve mentioned it”. you grin, fully straddling his lap, arms loose around his neck. “you’ve been thinking about me riding you? forrrrr how long? and you didn’t say anything about it? zuko you idiot”. “shut up” he mutters but his tone lacked heat. his hands slid up to grip your waist—his fingers digging like he’s anchoring himself. “i just didn’t know how to.. you know.. ask… it’s not exactly something i’m used to doing”.

you let out a laugh, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “so you’re telling me, you’ve faced down armies and literal spirits but asking your girl to get ontop is where you draw the line..? cute”.

he groans, both embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “i said shut up”. before you could tease him again, he pulls you down harder against him—kissing you deep, tongue sliding into your mouth to tangle with yours as if he was trying to to win an argument with his mouth. when he breaks the kiss, both breathing heavy, he looks you dead in the eyes. “so would you ride me? now”. and you don’t make him repeat it.

clothes come off—your shorts and his pants are sprawled somewhere on the floor. then you’re back in his lap, fully naked, knees on either side of his hips—his cock already hard against your stomach. you wrap your hands around him, stroking once, then twice, watching his jaw clench. “slow” “go slower”. you nod, lifting up on your knees and lining him. the first sink down felt like torture—well at least to zuko. his head falls back, a groan rumbling out of his chest as you take him inch by inch. his hands are resting on your hips, not guiding yet—just holding you in place. “fuckkk… you feel—“. he cuts himself off, gritting his teeth.

you bottom out with a tiny gasp, sitting fully on him adjusting to the stretch. for a minute you just sat there—rolling your hips in tiny circles—feeling him throb inside you.

then you start moving real slow. up until only the head is inside, then sinking back down grinding a little at the bottom so your clit rubs against him. his groans get deeper every time you drop back down. “that’s it”. he praises. “just like that—oh my you’re so wet already, this feels so fucking gooood”.

you brace your hands on his shoulders, picking up the pace a little. the wet sounds filling up the room—skin on skin, your heavy breathing mixed with him muttering curses. his hands start roaming—one hand squeezing your waist while the other comes up to cup your tit, his thumb brushing over your nipple before rolling it between his fingers—getting out a moan from you, clenching around him. “zuko”.

“faster”. he demands but his voice cracks like he’s barely holding it together. “ride me faster baby”.

you plant your feet better on the bed and start bouncing properly—up and down—ass slapping against his thighs with every drop. you wrap your arms tight around his neck, pulling him closer so your tits press hard against his chest. he buries his face in your neck—groaning loud against your skin every time you slam back down. “shit just like that! you’re so perfect—so tight and warm”. his hands on your tits squeeze harder, the other gripping your hip so tight you’d probably have marks by tomorrow. he starts thrusting up to meet you, meeting every bounce with a sharp snap of his hips that make you cry out.

you’re getting louder now, moans coming out without control. sweat rolling down your face—your thighs burning in the best way, every time you bounce hard on his cock. it hits spots deep inside that makes you sees stars. “you’re gonna make me come.. fuckkkk slow down—wait no, don’t stop, keep bouncing”. you go even faster, arms locked around his neck—using him as leverage to fuck yourself harder on his cock—your tits bouncing heavy between you and zuko couldn’t resist, he leans back to get a clear view, then leans in to suck one nipple in his mouth—teeth grazing before licking it with his tongue.

the sensation makes you grind down harder, clit rubbing perfectly against his pelvis. “i’m close”. you gasp, your voice shaking. “zuko im so closeee”.

“come on me”. he growls against your neck—thrusting up harder. the orgasm hits hard—walls fluttering and squeezing around him as you keep bouncing through it. he groans louder it almost sounded like a growl—both hands back on your hips, helping you move while he chases his own release. “fuck i’m almost there.. don’t stop, don’t—shit”.

you keep bouncing and grinding, despite your legs shaking. he comes with a broken moan, his hips stuttering up into you—filling you deep, pulsing hot inside. you ride him slow through every wave, milking him until he’s trembling under you, arms wrapped tight around your waist like he’ll never let go.

for a long minute the only sounds are both of you trying to catch your breath, body sticky with sweat, his cock still buried inside you. he presses lazy kisses along your collarbone, up to your neck, finally finding your lips.

you pull back with a tired little smirk, still straddling him, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “all that time thinking about it and you almost didn’t ask? next time just say it, fire lord. i would’ve been on top days ago”. he huffs a laugh, embarrassed but sated “shut up”. then quieter, almost shy “we’re doing that again tomorrow”. you grin, kissing him once more. “definitely”.

he flips you over gently onto your back without pulling out, still half hard inside you—covering your body with his. the night is far from over.

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hi ella, just discovered your blog!

it's gorgeous as hell and I'm about to read through your fics!

i didn't realize you wrote begging zuko!

hii omg thank youuu hehe, your theme is breath taking btw 🫶🏽 have fun reading! 😭 even though i don’t have much works (but i am cooking up something!)

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you get me so high

— established relationship, 🐱 eating, fíngerīng, lowkey rushed, MDNI 18+

from endless council meetings to nobles constantly bickering over some shit that needed just a single word answer to that one lousy advisor who couldn’t stop criticizing every decision zuko made. the whole day had just been nothing but chaos. it got to a point that zuko couldn’t stop tapping his foot against the floor while the last meeting dragged on. gosh it felt like forever.

zuko didn’t even wait for the meeting to wrap up. by the time everyone was coming to the final decision on the topic—he gave his own two cents and evacuated the place within seconds—okay maybe like 1 or 2 minutes—but still it was that fast. that’s what you’d expect when a man hasn’t seen his wife for like hours.

he finds you sitting on the bed in a robe, combing out your hair. “oh you’re back…. a little bit earlier?” you asked, setting down the comb by the side table to fully look at him. he doesn’t say anything and just walks over, sits next to you—his hands coming up to cup your face, both palms on either side of your cheeks and kisses you.

the kiss was slow at first—just him kissing you like he was reminiscing all the while he had been away from you. his tongue slid in, interwinding with yours—tasting every bit of you.

he finally pulls back after minutes of making out—grabbing one of your hands to place a kiss at the back of your palm. “i’ve missed you so much” he said after planting a soft kiss. you rolled your eyes—the kind of eye roll you give someone when they mention the obvious. “yeah it’s not very hard to tell”. he gives your lips a quick peck, a tiny groan coming out of his mouth “ughh stop talking, you’re having an effect on me”.

on his knees, he climbs onto the bed and his hands gently guide you backwards so you’re resting against the headboard—spreading your legs apart so he could crawl in between.

the robe you’re wearing parts off easily with just a tug of the knot. he couldn’t take his eyes off your bare body. from your tits to your stomach to your thighs to your clit—oh you were going to be the death of him “no talking, i need to eat you out so bad”.

he leans down to kiss the spot right below your belly button causing you to squirm a bit from how ticklish it felt—before he moved lower—his hands gripping firmly under your thighs, spreading you wider to have an easy access.

the first lick was slow and broad. dragging from your entrance all the way up to your clit—a deep grumble forming out of his chest the moment he got to taste you “fuck, you taste so fucking good” he breaths against your folds like the taste was curing something inside him.

that was just the first lick, because now he really starts working.

his tongue moves in unhurried circles around your clit, just teasing, getting you wet and sensitive from every lick. you let out a soft moan, your hands finding its way to tangle into his hair, the other tightly gripping onto the sheets—his nose bumping into your clit while his tongue fucks you slow with purpose.

zuko hums of satisfaction, the sound making your hips jerk up that you subtly rode his face. he keeps one arm hooked under your thigh to hold you in place—the other sliding up to cup one of your tits, giving it a light squeeze, thumbs fiddling with your nipples.

he pulls back just enough to look up at you and murmurs “could stay here all night”. before you could open your mouth to let out a response, he’s back on you, sucking your clit into his mouth with perfect pressure—his tongue thrusting quick while two fingers slide inside you, curling steadily against that spot that makes your back arch off the bed “zuko- oh..” you gasp, fingers tightening in his hair.

he’s eating you out like he’s making up for the entire day—one moment he’s going slow and thorough, the next he’s faster and messier. his mouth stays focused on your clit, sucking and licking while his fingers pump deep—every time you moan his name he becomes extra committed, sucking harder, curling his fingers just right.

his free hand never leaves your tit—he’s too obsessed with it. squeezing it possessively, rolling your nipple between his fingers, pinching lightly when your moans get louder. when he feels your thighs start to shake around his head, he doesn’t pull back—in fact he sucks your clit harder, fingers moving faster.

you come hard, back arching, a broken moan of his name spilling out as pleasure crashes through you. even after then he doesn’t pull right away, still licking you like he can’t bear to stop tasting you—only when your hand weakly tugs at his hair does he finally lift his head up—his lips and chin shining the moment he lifts his head up.

he crawls up to lay beside you with a satisfied expression wrapping his arms around your waist. you smile, pulling him closer so his head rests on your chest—but his hand stays on your tit, thumb brushing lazy circles over your nipple.

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he’s the fire lord for goodness sake—is he supposed to beg? umm anyways

— established relationship, MDNI 18+

the whole palace felt quieter than usual tonight, the curtains drawn against the palace lights. zuko sits by the edge of his massive bed—his elbows propped on his knees—firebending absentmindedly, making tiny sparks between his fingers. you’re across him drying your hair from your bath—you’re smelling like the lotion he pretends doesn’t make him weak.

he’s been distracted for days…? nah maybe weeks. every time you climb into bed to lay beside him, every time you straddle his lap just to give him a good night kiss—the same thoughts rush into his head—you ontop riding him slow the faster, your hands braced in his chest, your tits bouncing in his face and that little smirk on your face when you know you’re driving him insane. he’s the fire lord for goodness sake, he’s not supposed to want to beg for anything—especially not this.

so he stays nonchalant, like the thought hasn’t been burning him alive. you noticed of course. “zukoooo” you call out softly, crawling across the bed until you’re kneeling between his spread legs. “you’ve been weird all week, even for the last two weeks. what’s is going on inside that head of yours?”.

but he only shrugs his eyes briefly making contact with yours—he looks away because he doesn’t want to easily appear weak. “it’s nothing… just… state matter” “do you think i was born yesterday?” you lean in, brushing your lips against his jaw. “you’re just overthinking again. care to share…?”.

he exhales loudly through his nose—his hands settling on your thighs, thumbs stroking your skin right under the hem of your short. he doesn’t push further—almost does—he almost grabs your hips and pulls you down on him in that moment. but then that stupid voice in his head kicks in. i’m the fire lord—i don’t beg. yeahhhh right… the words slip out anyway. “i want you to ride me” he whispered, his voice low.

you pull back just enough to look at him, your eyebrows raised, a bit taken aback. “what?” you asked, a teasing grin already morphing across your face. his ears go red. fuck he knew you’d tease him—he cursed under his breath, looking everywhere but your face. “just forget it”.

“nope! well not now that you’ve mentioned it”. you grin, fully straddling his lap, arms loose around his neck. “you’ve been thinking about me riding you? forrrrr how long? and you didn’t say anything about it? zuko you idiot”. “shut up” he mutters but his tone lacked heat. his hands slid up to grip your waist—his fingers digging like he’s anchoring himself. “i just didn’t know how to.. you know.. ask… it’s not exactly something i’m used to doing”.

you let out a laugh, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “so you’re telling me, you’ve faced down armies and literal spirits but asking your girl to get ontop is where you draw the line..? cute”.

he groans, both embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “i said shut up”. before you could tease him again, he pulls you down harder against him—kissing you deep, tongue sliding into your mouth to tangle with yours as if he was trying to to win an argument with his mouth. when he breaks the kiss, both breathing heavy, he looks you dead in the eyes. “so would you ride me? now”. and you don’t make him repeat it.

clothes come off—your shorts and his pants are sprawled somewhere on the floor. then you’re back in his lap, fully naked, knees on either side of his hips—his cock already hard against your stomach. you wrap your hands around him, stroking once, then twice, watching his jaw clench. “slow” “go slower”. you nod, lifting up on your knees and lining him. the first sink down felt like torture—well at least to zuko. his head falls back, a groan rumbling out of his chest as you take him inch by inch. his hands are resting on your hips, not guiding yet—just holding you in place. “fuckkk… you feel—“. he cuts himself off, gritting his teeth.

you bottom out with a tiny gasp, sitting fully on him adjusting to the stretch. for a minute you just sat there—rolling your hips in tiny circles—feeling him throb inside you.

then you start moving real slow. up until only the head is inside, then sinking back down grinding a little at the bottom so your clit rubs against him. his groans get deeper every time you drop back down. “that’s it”. he praises. “just like that—oh my you’re so wet already, this feels so fucking gooood”.

you brace your hands on his shoulders, picking up the pace a little. the wet sounds filling up the room—skin on skin, your heavy breathing mixed with him muttering curses. his hands start roaming—one hand squeezing your waist while the other comes up to cup your tit, his thumb brushing over your nipple before rolling it between his fingers—getting out a moan from you, clenching around him. “zuko”.

“faster”. he demands but his voice cracks like he’s barely holding it together. “ride me faster baby”.

you plant your feet better on the bed and start bouncing properly—up and down—ass slapping against his thighs with every drop. you wrap your arms tight around his neck, pulling him closer so your tits press hard against his chest. he buries his face in your neck—groaning loud against your skin every time you slam back down. “shit just like that! you’re so perfect—so tight and warm”. his hands on your tits squeeze harder, the other gripping your hip so tight you’d probably have marks by tomorrow. he starts thrusting up to meet you, meeting every bounce with a sharp snap of his hips that make you cry out.

you’re getting louder now, moans coming out without control. sweat rolling down your face—your thighs burning in the best way, every time you bounce hard on his cock. it hits spots deep inside that makes you sees stars. “you’re gonna make me come.. fuckkkk slow down—wait no, don’t stop, keep bouncing”. you go even faster, arms locked around his neck—using him as leverage to fuck yourself harder on his cock—your tits bouncing heavy between you and zuko couldn’t resist, he leans back to get a clear view, then leans in to suck one nipple in his mouth—teeth grazing before licking it with his tongue.

the sensation makes you grind down harder, clit rubbing perfectly against his pelvis. “i’m close”. you gasp, your voice shaking. “zuko im so closeee”.

“come on me”. he growls against your neck—thrusting up harder. the orgasm hits hard—walls fluttering and squeezing around him as you keep bouncing through it. he groans louder it almost sounded like a growl—both hands back on your hips, helping you move while he chases his own release. “fuck i’m almost there.. don’t stop, don’t—shit”.

you keep bouncing and grinding, despite your legs shaking. he comes with a broken moan, his hips stuttering up into you—filling you deep, pulsing hot inside. you ride him slow through every wave, milking him until he’s trembling under you, arms wrapped tight around your waist like he’ll never let go.

for a long minute the only sounds are both of you trying to catch your breath, body sticky with sweat, his cock still buried inside you. he presses lazy kisses along your collarbone, up to your neck, finally finding your lips.

you pull back with a tired little smirk, still straddling him, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “all that time thinking about it and you almost didn’t ask? next time just say it, fire lord. i would’ve been on top days ago”. he huffs a laugh, embarrassed but sated “shut up”. then quieter, almost shy “we’re doing that again tomorrow”. you grin, kissing him once more. “definitely”.

he flips you over gently onto your back without pulling out, still half hard inside you—covering your body with his. the night is far from over.

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thank you guyssss sooo much for 50 followers! 🥹🫶🏽💗 ahhhhhhhh half a hundred 😭

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i have like three fics planned oh my—two zuko short fics and a sukuna long au

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he’s the fire lord for goodness sake—is he supposed to beg? umm anyways

— established relationship, MDNI 18+

the whole palace felt quieter than usual tonight, the curtains drawn against the palace lights. zuko sits by the edge of his massive bed—his elbows propped on his knees—firebending absentmindedly, making tiny sparks between his fingers. you’re across him drying your hair from your bath—you’re smelling like the lotion he pretends doesn’t make him weak.

he’s been distracted for days…? nah maybe weeks. every time you climb into bed to lay beside him, every time you straddle his lap just to give him a good night kiss—the same thoughts rush into his head—you ontop riding him slow the faster, your hands braced in his chest, your tits bouncing in his face and that little smirk on your face when you know you’re driving him insane. he’s the fire lord for goodness sake, he’s not supposed to want to beg for anything—especially not this.

so he stays nonchalant, like the thought hasn’t been burning him alive. you noticed of course. “zukoooo” you call out softly, crawling across the bed until you’re kneeling between his spread legs. “you’ve been weird all week, even for the last two weeks. what’s is going on inside that head of yours?”.

but he only shrugs his eyes briefly making contact with yours—he looks away because he doesn’t want to easily appear weak. “it’s nothing… just… state matter” “do you think i was born yesterday?” you lean in, brushing your lips against his jaw. “you’re just overthinking again. care to share…?”.

he exhales loudly through his nose—his hands settling on your thighs, thumbs stroking your skin right under the hem of your short. he doesn’t push further—almost does—he almost grabs your hips and pulls you down on him in that moment. but then that stupid voice in his head kicks in. i’m the fire lord—i don’t beg. yeahhhh right… the words slip out anyway. “i want you to ride me” he whispered, his voice low.

you pull back just enough to look at him, your eyebrows raised, a bit taken aback. “what?” you asked, a teasing grin already morphing across your face. his ears go red. fuck he knew you’d tease him—he cursed under his breath, looking everywhere but your face. “just forget it”.

“nope! well not now that you’ve mentioned it”. you grin, fully straddling his lap, arms loose around his neck. “you’ve been thinking about me riding you? forrrrr how long? and you didn’t say anything about it? zuko you idiot”. “shut up” he mutters but his tone lacked heat. his hands slid up to grip your waist—his fingers digging like he’s anchoring himself. “i just didn’t know how to.. you know.. ask… it’s not exactly something i’m used to doing”.

you let out a laugh, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “so you’re telling me, you’ve faced down armies and literal spirits but asking your girl to get ontop is where you draw the line..? cute”.

he groans, both embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “i said shut up”. before you could tease him again, he pulls you down harder against him—kissing you deep, tongue sliding into your mouth to tangle with yours as if he was trying to to win an argument with his mouth. when he breaks the kiss, both breathing heavy, he looks you dead in the eyes. “so would you ride me? now”. and you don’t make him repeat it.

clothes come off—your shorts and his pants are sprawled somewhere on the floor. then you’re back in his lap, fully naked, knees on either side of his hips—his cock already hard against your stomach. you wrap your hands around him, stroking once, then twice, watching his jaw clench. “slow” “go slower”. you nod, lifting up on your knees and lining him. the first sink down felt like torture—well at least to zuko. his head falls back, a groan rumbling out of his chest as you take him inch by inch. his hands are resting on your hips, not guiding yet—just holding you in place. “fuckkk… you feel—“. he cuts himself off, gritting his teeth.

you bottom out with a tiny gasp, sitting fully on him adjusting to the stretch. for a minute you just sat there—rolling your hips in tiny circles—feeling him throb inside you.

then you start moving real slow. up until only the head is inside, then sinking back down grinding a little at the bottom so your clit rubs against him. his groans get deeper every time you drop back down. “that’s it”. he praises. “just like that—oh my you’re so wet already, this feels so fucking gooood”.

you brace your hands on his shoulders, picking up the pace a little. the wet sounds filling up the room—skin on skin, your heavy breathing mixed with him muttering curses. his hands start roaming—one hand squeezing your waist while the other comes up to cup your tit, his thumb brushing over your nipple before rolling it between his fingers—getting out a moan from you, clenching around him. “zuko”.

“faster”. he demands but his voice cracks like he’s barely holding it together. “ride me faster baby”.

you plant your feet better on the bed and start bouncing properly—up and down—ass slapping against his thighs with every drop. you wrap your arms tight around his neck, pulling him closer so your tits press hard against his chest. he buries his face in your neck—groaning loud against your skin every time you slam back down. “shit just like that! you’re so perfect—so tight and warm”. his hands on your tits squeeze harder, the other gripping your hip so tight you’d probably have marks by tomorrow. he starts thrusting up to meet you, meeting every bounce with a sharp snap of his hips that make you cry out.

you’re getting louder now, moans coming out without control. sweat rolling down your face—your thighs burning in the best way, every time you bounce hard on his cock. it hits spots deep inside that makes you sees stars. “you’re gonna make me come.. fuckkkk slow down—wait no, don’t stop, keep bouncing”. you go even faster, arms locked around his neck—using him as leverage to fuck yourself harder on his cock—your tits bouncing heavy between you and zuko couldn’t resist, he leans back to get a clear view, then leans in to suck one nipple in his mouth—teeth grazing before licking it with his tongue.

the sensation makes you grind down harder, clit rubbing perfectly against his pelvis. “i’m close”. you gasp, your voice shaking. “zuko im so closeee”.

“come on me”. he growls against your neck—thrusting up harder. the orgasm hits hard—walls fluttering and squeezing around him as you keep bouncing through it. he groans louder it almost sounded like a growl—both hands back on your hips, helping you move while he chases his own release. “fuck i’m almost there.. don’t stop, don’t—shit”.

you keep bouncing and grinding, despite your legs shaking. he comes with a broken moan, his hips stuttering up into you—filling you deep, pulsing hot inside. you ride him slow through every wave, milking him until he’s trembling under you, arms wrapped tight around your waist like he’ll never let go.

for a long minute the only sounds are both of you trying to catch your breath, body sticky with sweat, his cock still buried inside you. he presses lazy kisses along your collarbone, up to your neck, finally finding your lips.

you pull back with a tired little smirk, still straddling him, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “all that time thinking about it and you almost didn’t ask? next time just say it, fire lord. i would’ve been on top days ago”. he huffs a laugh, embarrassed but sated “shut up”. then quieter, almost shy “we’re doing that again tomorrow”. you grin, kissing him once more. “definitely”.

he flips you over gently onto your back without pulling out, still half hard inside you—covering your body with his. the night is far from over.

[veiue]

he’s the fire lord for goodness sake—is he supposed to beg? umm anyways

— established relationship, MDNI 18+

the whole palace felt quieter than usual tonight, the curtains drawn against the palace lights. zuko sits by the edge of his massive bed—his elbows propped on his knees—firebending absentmindedly, making tiny sparks between his fingers. you’re across him drying your hair from your bath—you’re smelling like the lotion he pretends doesn’t make him weak.

he’s been distracted for days…? nah maybe weeks. every time you climb into bed to lay beside him, every time you straddle his lap just to give him a good night kiss—the same thoughts rush into his head—you ontop riding him slow the faster, your hands braced in his chest, your tits bouncing in his face and that little smirk on your face when you know you’re driving him insane. he’s the fire lord for goodness sake, he’s not supposed to want to beg for anything—especially not this.

so he stays nonchalant, like the thought hasn’t been burning him alive. you noticed of course. “zukoooo” you call out softly, crawling across the bed until you’re kneeling between his spread legs. “you’ve been weird all week, even for the last two weeks. what’s is going on inside that head of yours?”.

but he only shrugs his eyes briefly making contact with yours—he looks away because he doesn’t want to easily appear weak. “it’s nothing… just… state matter” “do you think i was born yesterday?” you lean in, brushing your lips against his jaw. “you’re just overthinking again. care to share…?”.

he exhales loudly through his nose—his hands settling on your thighs, thumbs stroking your skin right under the hem of your short. he doesn’t push further—almost does—he almost grabs your hips and pulls you down on him in that moment. but then that stupid voice in his head kicks in. i’m the fire lord—i don’t beg. yeahhhh right… the words slip out anyway. “i want you to ride me” he whispered, his voice low.

you pull back just enough to look at him, your eyebrows raised, a bit taken aback. “what?” you asked, a teasing grin already morphing across your face. his ears go red. fuck he knew you’d tease him—he cursed under his breath, looking everywhere but your face. “just forget it”.

“nope! well not now that you’ve mentioned it”. you grin, fully straddling his lap, arms loose around his neck. “you’ve been thinking about me riding you? forrrrr how long? and you didn’t say anything about it? zuko you idiot”. “shut up” he mutters but his tone lacked heat. his hands slid up to grip your waist—his fingers digging like he’s anchoring himself. “i just didn’t know how to.. you know.. ask… it’s not exactly something i’m used to doing”.

you let out a laugh, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “so you’re telling me, you’ve faced down armies and literal spirits but asking your girl to get ontop is where you draw the line..? cute”.

he groans, both embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “i said shut up”. before you could tease him again, he pulls you down harder against him—kissing you deep, tongue sliding into your mouth to tangle with yours as if he was trying to to win an argument with his mouth. when he breaks the kiss, both breathing heavy, he looks you dead in the eyes. “so would you ride me? now”. and you don’t make him repeat it.

clothes come off—your shorts and his pants are sprawled somewhere on the floor. then you’re back in his lap, fully naked, knees on either side of his hips—his cock already hard against your stomach. you wrap your hands around him, stroking once, then twice, watching his jaw clench. “slow” “go slower”. you nod, lifting up on your knees and lining him. the first sink down felt like torture—well at least to zuko. his head falls back, a groan rumbling out of his chest as you take him inch by inch. his hands are resting on your hips, not guiding yet—just holding you in place. “fuckkk… you feel—“. he cuts himself off, gritting his teeth.

you bottom out with a tiny gasp, sitting fully on him adjusting to the stretch. for a minute you just sat there—rolling your hips in tiny circles—feeling him throb inside you.

then you start moving real slow. up until only the head is inside, then sinking back down grinding a little at the bottom so your clit rubs against him. his groans get deeper every time you drop back down. “that’s it”. he praises. “just like that—oh my you’re so wet already, this feels so fucking gooood”.

you brace your hands on his shoulders, picking up the pace a little. the wet sounds filling up the room—skin on skin, your heavy breathing mixed with him muttering curses. his hands start roaming—one hand squeezing your waist while the other comes up to cup your tit, his thumb brushing over your nipple before rolling it between his fingers—getting out a moan from you, clenching around him. “zuko”.

“faster”. he demands but his voice cracks like he’s barely holding it together. “ride me faster baby”.

you plant your feet better on the bed and start bouncing properly—up and down—ass slapping against his thighs with every drop. you wrap your arms tight around his neck, pulling him closer so your tits press hard against his chest. he buries his face in your neck—groaning loud against your skin every time you slam back down. “shit just like that! you’re so perfect—so tight and warm”. his hands on your tits squeeze harder, the other gripping your hip so tight you’d probably have marks by tomorrow. he starts thrusting up to meet you, meeting every bounce with a sharp snap of his hips that make you cry out.

you’re getting louder now, moans coming out without control. sweat rolling down your face—your thighs burning in the best way, every time you bounce hard on his cock. it hits spots deep inside that makes you sees stars. “you’re gonna make me come.. fuckkkk slow down—wait no, don’t stop, keep bouncing”. you go even faster, arms locked around his neck—using him as leverage to fuck yourself harder on his cock—your tits bouncing heavy between you and zuko couldn’t resist, he leans back to get a clear view, then leans in to suck one nipple in his mouth—teeth grazing before licking it with his tongue.

the sensation makes you grind down harder, clit rubbing perfectly against his pelvis. “i’m close”. you gasp, your voice shaking. “zuko im so closeee”.

“come on me”. he growls against your neck—thrusting up harder. the orgasm hits hard—walls fluttering and squeezing around him as you keep bouncing through it. he groans louder it almost sounded like a growl—both hands back on your hips, helping you move while he chases his own release. “fuck i’m almost there.. don’t stop, don’t—shit”.

you keep bouncing and grinding, despite your legs shaking. he comes with a broken moan, his hips stuttering up into you—filling you deep, pulsing hot inside. you ride him slow through every wave, milking him until he’s trembling under you, arms wrapped tight around your waist like he’ll never let go.

for a long minute the only sounds are both of you trying to catch your breath, body sticky with sweat, his cock still buried inside you. he presses lazy kisses along your collarbone, up to your neck, finally finding your lips.

you pull back with a tired little smirk, still straddling him, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “all that time thinking about it and you almost didn’t ask? next time just say it, fire lord. i would’ve been on top days ago”. he huffs a laugh, embarrassed but sated “shut up”. then quieter, almost shy “we’re doing that again tomorrow”. you grin, kissing him once more. “definitely”.

he flips you over gently onto your back without pulling out, still half hard inside you—covering your body with his. the night is far from over.

[veiue]

drive ME crazy ────── 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾

꒰ྀི ݂ ᣟSYNOPSIS : satoru’s been too buried in his book to notice his sulky girlfriend desperately trying to get his attention.

⸝⸝ CONTENT⸝⸝ ⋆ : MDNI, smut, established relationship, making out, ass groping, riding, p in v (duhhh), you’re so dramatic 😭 , many “i’m sorry”s, praising!!, nipple play, pet names (baby, princess) the smut is towards the ending.

PAIRING .ᐟ gojo satoru x f!reader

ᶻ .ᐟ WORD COUNT — 1.7k

🎀 — first written work! (i’ll get better over time, hopefully), also it wasn’t proofread! so there might be errors, a tiny bit rushed lol. art not mine and gotten from pinterest (Astar Bun Ma) idk if that’s the original creator

you’ve been trying for at least twenty minutes now. and lowkey it was starting to get embarrassing. “satoru…” you called out softly. your arms crossed over your chest, making your shirt ride up just a tiny bit.

he didn’t even flinch. no dramatic realization like “oh shit! the love of my life is calling for me!”. he didn’t even bother to glance up at you. his pen scribbled something on the notebook, his blue eyes focused on the textbook in front of him like it was the most exciting thing in the universe and not the person beside him who looked like a kicked puppy.

you leaned down, your palms flat on the desk. putting your face directly in his line of sight. “satoru…” you called out again. even softer than before. “hm?” that was it?! just one tiny hum like you were some annoying kid and he was your over working, tired of life dad. his glasses was already on the bridge of his nose, his hair covering his face from how long he had been hunched over his desk.

you grabbed the empty chair next to his desk, leaning your body close to him. “babyyyy, look at me… even if it’s for two seconds”. you said in that sweet tone you knew always worked.

he finally looked up. but it was for barely a second. just long enough to glance at your face before looking back to the textbook. “yeah, im listening” “what’s up?”. you waited but nothing else came. he didn’t pull you into his lap like he normally did. the silence went on for too long until it became awkward.

the next move was the puppy eyes. you widened your eyes on purpose, a small pout forming on your lips as you titled your head in a way that it made your hair frame your face in a way that made him down. you pushed your cheeks right up his, your breath brushing against his ear. “come on saturo… i’m so. bored”.

“mhmmmm just give me ten more minutes” he said but he was already focused on his book before he could even finish his sentence. ten more minutes. it didnt seem that long, you could wait for ten minutes. except… that’s what he said 30 minutes ago.

your shoulders dropped in disappointment. the little hope you’d been holding onto had long gone. you straightened up, the chair squeaking as you pushed it back. for a second you stood there staring at his head, hoping he’d look up and notice you were done trying. he didn’t.

a small sigh escaped your lips as you stood by the door. you glanced back at him muttering under your breath. “i guess you don’t love me anymore”. it was quiet. but loud enough for him to hear if he was even paying attention. the words sounded a little too dramatic and pathetic to your own ears but you didn’t take it back. you closed the door behind you, letting the door shut a bit harder than necessary.

satoru sat there for a few minutes since the door had closed. he was chewing his pen in concentration but the words on the book started to blur. his brain started to reminisce to the words you last muttered before leaving. “i guess you don’t love me anymore”. ten more minutes he said.

he’d been so deep in his books that everything else didn’t matter. including his girl. he treated you like you were some annoying kid. the guilt started to hit fast.

“fuckkk”. he whispered, shoving the chair back so hard he almost fell over. he didn’t even bother packing up all the stationeries and notebooks on his table. it would take too much time. he rushed out of the room so fast, his heart about to rip out of his chest.

there you were in the living room, your legs covered with a blanket, gaze completely focused on the movie playing on the tv. you looked mad. like hella mad. what was he even saying? you WERE mad. and the worst part? you had every right to be and it was completely his fault.

he stood in the doorway for a few seconds before his brain finally registered that he needed to apologize. ASAP.

you’d been sitting on the couch, sulking for what felt like forever. you were barely paying attention to the movie, every time the characters laughed you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “can’t believe he picked his stupid books over his own girlfriend… again” you huffed. your throat was already getting dry from all the annoyance you’ve been building up, so you stood up and slowly walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

you stretched to reach for your favorite cup. until you felt a presence behind you, a presence so close that you could feel the body heat. he reached out his hands to grab your waist gently. of course you knew who it was, you didn’t need to turn back to know it was him. instead you crossed your arms over your chest, letting out a loud huff as your shoulders tensed.

“princess i’m so sorry…” satoru’s voice came out softly as he whispered right by your ear, giving you goosebumps.

his hands stayed on your waist, his lips brushing the side of your neck in a way of saying ‘i’m sorry’ then another one on your shoulder. “i got so buried in it again and didn’t realize how long gone i had been. i’m so sorry” “you should’ve at least acknowledged me”

“i know! i’m clearly in the wrong” he said, his face already buried in your neck as he gave it another kiss. slower and dragging his lips along your neck. his free hand slid down to cup the curve of your ass through the fabric of your shorts. the squeeze was gentle at first, like he was testing to see if you’d slap his hand away. then his fingers dug in a little more.

“i heard what you said before you left” “you know that’s not true right?” he blurted out, his voice shaking from how panicked he sounded. you swatted his hands away from your ass but he didn’t pull back. if anything, he pressed his body closer, his chest against your back.

his hands returned back to where it was before you swatted it away. “stop touching me you idiot!”. you muttered, trying to sound annoyed (but you were already cracking). you huffed louder, and finally turned around to face him, your hands crossed over your chest. “oh? you really think a couple sorries are gonna—“ the rest of the sentence never came out.

satoru’s lips were on yours before you could finish. soft, warm and a little too desperate. the kiss was very sudden. like he was getting impatient and couldn’t wait another second.

his hands slid low to your waist, pulling you closer while he kissed you deep, like he was trying to pout every apology into it. “i’m sorry” he whispered against your lips between the kisses. you tried to stay mad but the way he was kissing you made your brian go blank. he tasted like the mint of the gum he had previously been chewing and his hands were already moving, one staying on your waist and the other sliding down to grip your ass again. squeezing it like he had been dying to do this.

his lips moved to the corner of your lips, the right back at the center. the kisses were getting hungrier and messier, his tongue slipped in properly, slow drags that made your knees go numb.

without breaking the kiss, he slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you up like you weighed nothing. placing you on the edge of the counter and slipping in between your legs.

you could feel how hard he was as he pressed against you inner thighs through his sweats but he still kept the pace. every now and then he would pull back and whisper another “i’m so sorry baby” (it’s like the fucking 80th time). before kissing you again, deeper.

you don’t recall how you ended here. one minute you were in the kitchen making out, the next you’re ontop of the bed straddling him, both knees on either sides of his hips. clothes were long discarded, scattered on the floor.

he was already rock hard against your clit, his blue eyes staring at you, his hands finding its way to your waist to help you grind down against him. “fuck… just like that baby”

when you finally sank down onto him, his grip shifted from your waist to your ass. his fingers spreading and kneading the flesh, like he couldn’t get enough of it. a loud groan slipped out of his mouth the moment you bottomed out. “s-shit you feel soooo good” he breathed out, his eyes never leaving yours. not even for a split second.

you started moving, rolling your hips in a lazy rhythm. his hand never left where it was, guiding just a little but mostly letting you set the pace. one palm slid under your top to cup your tit, thumb brushing over your nipple in a slow circle.

the room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, and his quiet praises. “argh fuck, just like that” “move however you want” “you’re doing so good” his voice stayed low, even when he was buried deep inside you.

his fingers dug deeper into your ass helping you bounce a little faster, each time the groping became more desperate.

you kept going, your hips rolling faster now. saturo’s breathing got uneven. “God you look so ethereal right now” he muttered, thumb flicking your nipple under your shirt, while the other one squeezed your ass tight.

when he started getting close you could feel his hips twitching up to meet yours, his grip a bruising a little. voice cracking and getting all whiny even tho he was trying to stay in charge. “don’t stop! please don’t stop baby… i’m so close”. you kept riding him through it and the moment he came he buried his face deep in your neck for a few seconds, his hands pulling you down against him.

he pulled you down so you were practically laying on top of him, his hands wrapping around your waist. satoru pressed a kiss on your forehead, the your temple. “round two?” he asked with a teasing grin.

[veiue]

drive ME crazy ────── 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾

꒰ྀི ݂ ᣟSYNOPSIS : satoru’s been too buried in his book to notice his sulky girlfriend desperately trying to get his attention.

⸝⸝ CONTENT⸝⸝ ⋆ : MDNI, smut, established relationship, making out, ass groping, riding, p in v (duhhh), you’re so dramatic 😭 , many “i’m sorry”s, praising!!, nipple play, pet names (baby, princess) the smut is towards the ending.

PAIRING .ᐟ gojo satoru x f!reader

ᶻ .ᐟ WORD COUNT — 1.7k

🎀 — first written work! (i’ll get better over time, hopefully), also it wasn’t proofread! so there might be errors, a tiny bit rushed lol. art not mine and gotten from pinterest (Astar Bun Ma) idk if that’s the original creator

you’ve been trying for at least twenty minutes now. and lowkey it was starting to get embarrassing. “satoru…” you called out softly. your arms crossed over your chest, making your shirt ride up just a tiny bit.

he didn’t even flinch. no dramatic realization like “oh shit! the love of my life is calling for me!”. he didn’t even bother to glance up at you. his pen scribbled something on the notebook, his blue eyes focused on the textbook in front of him like it was the most exciting thing in the universe and not the person beside him who looked like a kicked puppy.

you leaned down, your palms flat on the desk. putting your face directly in his line of sight. “satoru…” you called out again. even softer than before. “hm?” that was it?! just one tiny hum like you were some annoying kid and he was your over working, tired of life dad. his glasses was already on the bridge of his nose, his hair covering his face from how long he had been hunched over his desk.

you grabbed the empty chair next to his desk, leaning your body close to him. “babyyyy, look at me… even if it’s for two seconds”. you said in that sweet tone you knew always worked.

he finally looked up. but it was for barely a second. just long enough to glance at your face before looking back to the textbook. “yeah, im listening” “what’s up?”. you waited but nothing else came. he didn’t pull you into his lap like he normally did. the silence went on for too long until it became awkward.

the next move was the puppy eyes. you widened your eyes on purpose, a small pout forming on your lips as you titled your head in a way that it made your hair frame your face in a way that made him down. you pushed your cheeks right up his, your breath brushing against his ear. “come on saturo… i’m so. bored”.

“mhmmmm just give me ten more minutes” he said but he was already focused on his book before he could even finish his sentence. ten more minutes. it didnt seem that long, you could wait for ten minutes. except… that’s what he said 30 minutes ago.

your shoulders dropped in disappointment. the little hope you’d been holding onto had long gone. you straightened up, the chair squeaking as you pushed it back. for a second you stood there staring at his head, hoping he’d look up and notice you were done trying. he didn’t.

a small sigh escaped your lips as you stood by the door. you glanced back at him muttering under your breath. “i guess you don’t love me anymore”. it was quiet. but loud enough for him to hear if he was even paying attention. the words sounded a little too dramatic and pathetic to your own ears but you didn’t take it back. you closed the door behind you, letting the door shut a bit harder than necessary.

satoru sat there for a few minutes since the door had closed. he was chewing his pen in concentration but the words on the book started to blur. his brain started to reminisce to the words you last muttered before leaving. “i guess you don’t love me anymore”. ten more minutes he said.

he’d been so deep in his books that everything else didn’t matter. including his girl. he treated you like you were some annoying kid. the guilt started to hit fast.

“fuckkk”. he whispered, shoving the chair back so hard he almost fell over. he didn’t even bother packing up all the stationeries and notebooks on his table. it would take too much time. he rushed out of the room so fast, his heart about to rip out of his chest.

there you were in the living room, your legs covered with a blanket, gaze completely focused on the movie playing on the tv. you looked mad. like hella mad. what was he even saying? you WERE mad. and the worst part? you had every right to be and it was completely his fault.

he stood in the doorway for a few seconds before his brain finally registered that he needed to apologize. ASAP.

you’d been sitting on the couch, sulking for what felt like forever. you were barely paying attention to the movie, every time the characters laughed you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “can’t believe he picked his stupid books over his own girlfriend… again” you huffed. your throat was already getting dry from all the annoyance you’ve been building up, so you stood up and slowly walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

you stretched to reach for your favorite cup. until you felt a presence behind you, a presence so close that you could feel the body heat. he reached out his hands to grab your waist gently. of course you knew who it was, you didn’t need to turn back to know it was him. instead you crossed your arms over your chest, letting out a loud huff as your shoulders tensed.

“princess i’m so sorry…” satoru’s voice came out softly as he whispered right by your ear, giving you goosebumps.

his hands stayed on your waist, his lips brushing the side of your neck in a way of saying ‘i’m sorry’ then another one on your shoulder. “i got so buried in it again and didn’t realize how long gone i had been. i’m so sorry” “you should’ve at least acknowledged me”

“i know! i’m clearly in the wrong” he said, his face already buried in your neck as he gave it another kiss. slower and dragging his lips along your neck. his free hand slid down to cup the curve of your ass through the fabric of your shorts. the squeeze was gentle at first, like he was testing to see if you’d slap his hand away. then his fingers dug in a little more.

“i heard what you said before you left” “you know that’s not true right?” he blurted out, his voice shaking from how panicked he sounded. you swatted his hands away from your ass but he didn’t pull back. if anything, he pressed his body closer, his chest against your back.

his hands returned back to where it was before you swatted it away. “stop touching me you idiot!”. you muttered, trying to sound annoyed (but you were already cracking). you huffed louder, and finally turned around to face him, your hands crossed over your chest. “oh? you really think a couple sorries are gonna—“ the rest of the sentence never came out.

satoru’s lips were on yours before you could finish. soft, warm and a little too desperate. the kiss was very sudden. like he was getting impatient and couldn’t wait another second.

his hands slid low to your waist, pulling you closer while he kissed you deep, like he was trying to pout every apology into it. “i’m sorry” he whispered against your lips between the kisses. you tried to stay mad but the way he was kissing you made your brian go blank. he tasted like the mint of the gum he had previously been chewing and his hands were already moving, one staying on your waist and the other sliding down to grip your ass again. squeezing it like he had been dying to do this.

his lips moved to the corner of your lips, the right back at the center. the kisses were getting hungrier and messier, his tongue slipped in properly, slow drags that made your knees go numb.

without breaking the kiss, he slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you up like you weighed nothing. placing you on the edge of the counter and slipping in between your legs.

you could feel how hard he was as he pressed against you inner thighs through his sweats but he still kept the pace. every now and then he would pull back and whisper another “i’m so sorry baby” (it’s like the fucking 80th time). before kissing you again, deeper.

you don’t recall how you ended here. one minute you were in the kitchen making out, the next you’re ontop of the bed straddling him, both knees on either sides of his hips. clothes were long discarded, scattered on the floor.

he was already rock hard against your clit, his blue eyes staring at you, his hands finding its way to your waist to help you grind down against him. “fuck… just like that baby”

when you finally sank down onto him, his grip shifted from your waist to your ass. his fingers spreading and kneading the flesh, like he couldn’t get enough of it. a loud groan slipped out of his mouth the moment you bottomed out. “s-shit you feel soooo good” he breathed out, his eyes never leaving yours. not even for a split second.

you started moving, rolling your hips in a lazy rhythm. his hand never left where it was, guiding just a little but mostly letting you set the pace. one palm slid under your top to cup your tit, thumb brushing over your nipple in a slow circle.

the room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, and his quiet praises. “argh fuck, just like that” “move however you want” “you’re doing so good” his voice stayed low, even when he was buried deep inside you.

his fingers dug deeper into your ass helping you bounce a little faster, each time the groping became more desperate.

you kept going, your hips rolling faster now. saturo’s breathing got uneven. “God you look so ethereal right now” he muttered, thumb flicking your nipple under your shirt, while the other one squeezed your ass tight.

when he started getting close you could feel his hips twitching up to meet yours, his grip a bruising a little. voice cracking and getting all whiny even tho he was trying to stay in charge. “don’t stop! please don’t stop baby… i’m so close”. you kept riding him through it and the moment he came he buried his face deep in your neck for a few seconds, his hands pulling you down against him.

he pulled you down so you were practically laying on top of him, his hands wrapping around your waist. satoru pressed a kiss on your forehead, the your temple. “round two?” he asked with a teasing grin.

[veiue]

the neighbor toji was sooo good!! do you plan on making more

lol omg thank youuuu! 💗 and yes ofc i’ll be making more :) i absolutely love smau’s so i’ll be making stuffs like that, oneshots and headcanons

[veiue]

゛⸝⸝ ⋆ 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 ✶

your neighbor couldn’t be more obvious about how bad he wants you (and that cookie) but you’re too oblivious to notice

𝖭𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋!𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

contains : NSFW/suggestive talks, freaky!toji x oblivious!reader, swearing, praising (he calls you a good girl once), pet names (baby, princess), being wet, you’re not so very innocent in the last 3, urmmm i think the part i said ‘loosing’ its meant to be ‘losing’, if there’s anything you feel should be here lmk!