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he has a list of things be may or may not believe to be true based on the handful of times he’s stopped to watch you do your thing. what songs you like, how you like your drinks mixed, even how likely you are to leave based on the vibe. you always come alone, that he knows for certain, but what he can’t figure out is why. 

the first time he sees you is the friday after halloween. 

he’s about three shots deep, sweatshirt rucked up over his shoulders with a headache that could kill an elephant. the music feels way too loud to bear and whatever sukuna poured in his cup earlier makes his nose burn every time he takes a sip, but satoru endures it, because he thinks you threw him off his axis the moment you walked into the house. 

you’re gorgeous, sitting pretty on the couch like something from one of his fantasies. cup held loosely in your hand with your ankles crossed over each other. you don’t speak, don’t dance. you just sit and watch the room bubble, shoulders relaxed in that sweet little outfit that he’d give up anything to see on the floor of his bedroom.

he’s never seen you on campus. granted, he’s not usually the observant type, but for you? you have his undivided attention whether he likes it or not. he can’t help but watch you just sit. eyes wandering around the room like you’re not quite sure when or why you got here. 

you keep him on his toes for the better part of a month. showing up to his parties, sticking to the wall all night like you’re not quite sure what to do with yourself, turning his world upside down, and leaving right before he gets to say he’s had his fill of you for the night. 

he waits for the other shoe to drop. for your friends to drop by at the end of each night and whisk you out the door. maybe for your boyfriend to waltz out of the shadows and take you home if he’s really unlucky. but no one ever comes. week after week you sit there alone, and he watches you like he’s getting paid to do it. 

satoru wouldn’t say he starts toying with you after that. call it controlled research. an experiment conducted to try and get to know the inner workings of your little brain. he notices which songs you bop your head to, which ones get you to tap your foot on the carpet and mouth along to the lyrics. those get uploaded to a special playlist, queued and ready for when you walk through the door. he starts buying the mixers he knows you like, bubbly sodas and little bottles of fruit juice he stores in the mini fridge in his room, just in case the bottles downstairs run out. 

he gets reckless after the second week. starts showing off in the ways he knows best. push up contests with choso, doing chin ups in the doorway, conveniently forgetting to don a shirt after spilling beer down his neck, the whole nine yards. anything to get you to look.

and the worst part is? you do look. you lock eyes with him so frequently that he starts pregaming in his room before every party just to shake his nerves. fleeting, quick glances in his direction that make him feel hot all over and make him want to melt into the shaggy carpet in between shots. fast enough to look like an accident, but mysterious enough to make him question whether or not you’re doing it on purpose.

you’re an enigma. a paradox he can’t quite shake, and that’s exactly what he likes about you. why come to a frat party just to be a wallflower? why sit on the couch and watch the wax and wane of the crowd instead of joining the fun? the answer is something he hasn’t been able to figure out. but maybe, just maybe, you’d finally come out of your shell if he started a conversation with you.

satoru decides tonight is the night he’ll test that theory.

you’re in your usual spot tonight. smushed halfway between the arm of the dingy couch and a couple who looks like they’re trying to fuck through their clothes. you tap your fingers against the side of your cup to the beat of the speakers, not quite enjoying yourself but not hating the party enough to go home just yet.

someone comes up behind him then, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. 

“cute, right?” suguru asks, arms crossed over his chest. his best friend settles in next to him with a sleazy grin, gaze focussed suspiciously close to the couch.

satoru’s smile wavers a little as he re-registers what he just heard.

“which one?” he asks casually, scanning the room like he wasn’t just eye fucking you for the better part of half an hour. something heavy hangs in the air.

sugaru smiles wider, eyes narrowing in your direction. satoru frowns. 

“the one on the couch. left hand side.” he clarifies. something in satoru’s stomach sours, and it isn’t just the liquor he’s been nursing all night. 

“i don’t know, she looks kinda quiet.” he reasons, hoping that’ll somehow deter the other man from encroaching on his plans to woo you. suguru runs his tongue over his top lip in thought, giving you an up and down with a look that can only be described as hungry. 

“yeah, but you know what they say about the quiet ones.” his best friend laughs. suguru’s implication isn’t lost on him at all, in fact, it only makes him madder. you on the other hand look none the wiser, swirling whatever’s in the bottom of your cup with a thoughtful demeanor. god, what he wouldn’t do to whisk you off that couch and get you out of here. 

satoru doesn’t speak for a moment, trying to gather his scattered thoughts. between the way you look right now, and whatever suguru’s deal is, he’s not even sure he can form a coherent sentence right now. 

suguru must notice the look on his face, because he softens.

“oh shit, i didn’t…” he trails off, looking a little guilty now that satoru’s feelings are understood. he smiles, almost like he’s trying to hold in a laugh, and bumps satoru’s shoulder with his own.

“you’re on that?” the interest in suguru’s voice isn’t directed at you now. it’s playful, almost innocent in nature, like the two of them are back in middle school, sitting cross legged while they talk about which girls from class they’ve held hands with.

“not yet.” he huffs. some of the tightness in his chest has started to dissipate. he looks over at you longingly, stance wide. what would it take to make you smile? to see those pretty eyes light up just for him?

suguru bumps his shoulder again, harder this time. the look in his eyes tells satoru that what he’s about to suggest could either make or break the entire night.

“need a wingman? i could help you out.” he offers, inky black hair tipping into his eyes as he turns his gaze toward you again. 

satoru almost feels tempted to accept, but shakes his head, pressing the heels of his palms into  his eyes to try and soothe the pounding in his temples.

“i’m good.” he laughs softly. “i’ll talk to her later.”

suguru laughs, clapping the other man on the back with a smug smile before nodding in the direction of the couch. “c’mon, either talk to her or don’t.”

satoru’s feet haul him forward begrudgingly, dragging with every step. he suddenly feels a lot more aware of his hear in his chest, the way it vibrates against each of his ribs. 

you don’t notice him at first, too absorbed in the sea of bodies across the room for you to spot the two six-foot-something men standing in front of you. when you finally look up, it’s directly at him. something sweet in satoru's chest pangs.

“hi.” you mumble sweetly, giving them both a polite smile. there’s a familiarity in the way you say it, almost like the way you’d speak to an old friend.

cute.

you introduce yourself with an outstretched hand, looking up at him through your lashes, and it’s like the headache satoru’s been nursing all night just disappears. your hands are soft, fingers wrapped sweetly around his like you know what you want. suguru introduces himself with a curt wave, and the pleasantries drone on for another few minutes. 

“y’know, it’s cozier up on the deck if you’re interested.” suguru finally offers, nodding toward a stairwell nestled at the back of the house. you purse your lips in thought, taking a quick sip of your drink before nodding. you stand and turn to satoru, addressing him directly this time with a playful tilt in your voice.

“alright, lead the way.”

the rooftop ends up being a lot quieter than downstairs. satoru leads the three of you up the stairwell, past the second floor and through a door that looks like its seen better days. 

a couple partygoers sit in small groups, flanked by the smell of booze and weed. satoru finds the three of you a pile of blankets to sit on, cursing internally when you choose to sit a little closer to suguru. 

you look gorgeous like this, features illuminated by the street lights below and the glow of the string lights they’d tacked up here last spring. a couple of people he recognizes sit perched behind you around a table, shouting obscenities over a game of beer pong. some more sit idle in a circle of old lawn chairs, passing a bottle around with a flurry of laughter.

the three of you talk, and satoru thinks your voice might be his new favorite sound. you tell him about your major, your hometown, how much you like the music he plays. he tells you everything you want to know in return, blood pressure rising every time he thinks you might have scooted an inch closer to him when he wasn’t looking.

suguru talks to you too, albeit with lazy eyes and a smile that reads trouble. satoru tries not to read too much into it. tells himself that that’s just how his friend is, and that it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things as long as he’s sitting this close to you. you woo them both with your antics, cracking jokes that have their ribs splitting at the seams and their chests heaving for breath.

you’re a lot different than satoru thought you’d be. pretty, obviously, and outgoing when you want to be. suguru drifts off for a moment to grab the three of you a round of shots, and before long, you’re sitting with your head on satoru’s shoulders as the alcohol settles in, raving on and on about a class he’d recently found out the two of you had shared a few semesters ago. 

“is that not insane?” you giggle, waving your hands theatrically as you continue your ministrations. “if you’re going to track attendance at least have the balls to do it yourself. like why send the TA to do it for you?” 

satoru laughs, deep and airy in his chest as his head floats above the three of you. you’re so warm, bleeding heat into the side of his body like a little furnace, and if he’s being honest, the smell of your shampoo is all he can focus on right now. you’re just as captivating as he thought you’d be. quiet, but with a quick mouth and the stamina to keep up with him and his best friend’s jests like no other. 

the night drags on, and so does the party below.  eventually, suguru turns to address you, head cocked to the side with his eyes narrowed playfully. 

“so why show up to our parties alone every week? you bad at making friends?”

satoru feels your spine straighten against him, almost like you weren’t expecting a question of that caliber. you smile into his shoulder, caught red handed.

“i don’t know.” you answer softly. that shy side of you looks like its coming out again, like a turtle wanting to curl back into its shell. satoru waits for you to continue nosing at the crown of your head.

“i think maybe i was just waiting for the right people to come up to me?” you answer truthfully. suguru shoots him a look that screams “i told you so”, and all satoru can do is laugh, feeling grateful that his friend did right by him tonight. he brings his hand up to squeeze your waist and you nuzzle further into his side, stretching your legs out in front of you with a happy sigh.

except, suguru reaches forward then, guiding your legs into his own lap like it’s the most normal thing in the world, and satoru pauses, because what flares in his chest isn’t anger like he expected. it’s something sweet. 

he should be upset, right? ticked off like he was a couple hours ago when his self proclaimed “wingman” waltzed right up to you like it was nothing, all low eyes and sweet promises. his friend is still giving you that hungry look, brazenly rubbing the pad of his thumb over your bare ankle while your upper half melts into satoru’s side. he knows he should find it in himself to be jealous right now, but he just can’t because in all honesty… satoru finds this kind of hot. more than he ever thought possible.

you look irresistible like this, melting at the attention both of them are giving you. there’s not an ounce of apology in the way lets his fingers trail up your leg to massage the softness of your calf, and for a very brief moment, satoru pictures the three of you doing this more. lounging up on the roof with the cool autumn air blanketing you. you looking up at them both with those sweet eyes. holding your hips still while suguru slides in from—

“i think she likes that, gojo.” suguru purrs, testing the waters with a raised brow.  satoru snaps out of his trance immediately, flinching as the the dirty thought he’d been toying with slips free of his mind. he glances down briefly and realizes that the hand that’d been rubbing your side sits  a lot higher now, kneading the skin right under the swell of your breast.

you turn to him with your tongue pressed up against the inside of your cheek, silently begging him for more. suguru looks on with a look that screams “go on.”

fuck it, he’ll bite.

“yeah? you like that princess?” satoru asks quietly, feeling high on a mix of endorphins and pure need. suguru seems fired up to, judging by his groan of approval.

“maybe i do..” you admit softly, wrapping your fingers around satoru’s bicep. you turn your gaze back to suguru and relish in the sultry look he gives you. 

this. whatever this was could kill satoru. he’s never been this turned on in his life, feeding off of the attention you spread equally between the two of them. he didn’t even think this was an option before tonight, but judging by the look you and suguru give him, anything feels possible.

a swell of commotion suddenly rings out from the group behind you, breaking the seal spell around the three of you like a record scratch. he can’t quite see what’s going on, but judging by the clatter of glass against the ground and the chorus of “ooohs” and jeers that follow suit, he’s pretty sure he’s witnessing a good ol’ game of spin the bottle. his hand doesn’t leave your side, rubbing slow circles as the fire in his chest burns bright.

suguru must come to a similar conclusion and decide he’s all in, because he’s waggling his eyebrows at the both of you before standing to his full height, walking toward the circle with zero hesitation. 

“is he serious?” you turn to look up at satoru, eyes glossed over in mischief. 

“oh, he loves this stuff.” satoru chuckles, nosing at the side of your neck softly. you ponder his worder for a moment before turning back to him playfully.

“i’ll join if you join.” you nod toward suguru as if to ask satoru for permission, and something inside him flares at the idea. who is he to say no to you?

he takes you by the hand, helping you up and off the pile of blankets before joining the circle. suguru pats the ground next to him as soon as you come into view, scooting over to let the both of you settle down with satoru in the middle.. 

you look… nervous? excited? he’s not really sure. the three of you sit idle as a girl gears up for a turn. the bottle completes a few shaky turns before it stops, landing on another girl to the left. 

satoru’s own mixed feelings about the game start to surface once his rose tinted glasses fade and he realize there’s a very large chance you could end up kissing someone that’s not him or suguru. not that he’d be into seeing you kiss suguru. actually, no. the thought of watching you kiss suguru doesn’t actually sound that terrible. this whole night will probably end up being a lot to unpack.

more people spin, and more kisses ensue. another pair of girls share a short peck followed by laughter, some guy spins and ends up kissing a girl that is clearly not his girlfriend, judging from her shrill protests, and few more people pass. eventually, the bottle makes it’s way to suguru, and he laughs, deep in his chest the way he does when he’s about to get into trouble.

satoru watches as his best friend holds the bottle out toward you, its foggy neck dangling right at you like an invitation. you accept it, setting every nerve in his body on fire in the process, and place it down on the ground in front of you. 

he watches the glass vessel spin, tracing an arc around itself as gravity takes over, pulling it to an eventual halt. and in the spirit of weird luck, it finally stops. right in between him and suguru.

the crowd erupts instantly. 

“spin again!”

“that one doesn’t count!”

“i think it’s closer to the white haired one?” hearing that makes satoru’s mouth water.

he looks to you to try and get a gauge on what your thinking, feeling pleasantly surprised to see the equally conflicted look on your face. he turns to suguru then with a laugh, eyebrows raised as if to ask “what now?”

suguru snickers, shrugging his shoulders. the three of you marinate in the sheer hilarity of the situation before a voice across the circle cuts through the chatter.

“kiss them both!”

a few people nod in agreeance, mumbling amongst themselves like a choir of judges. satoru can’t help but heat up at the thought.

“sure, yeah, why not?” he offers, looking to you for your input. you lay your cheek on his shoulder and smile, beckoning a very enthusiastic suguru closer with two fingers.

you adjust back onto your haunches, looking a little smaller with both men now flanking you. you lean toward satoru first, much to his approval, sealing your lips over his in a fiery act of passion that makes his blood run hot.

you taste delicious. like grenadine and something carbonated. the smell of your shampoo overwhelms every one of his senses, and before long, he’s got two hands on your waist, squeezing the softness there like it’s the last time he’ll ever touch you. 

you whine into the kiss, and that for sure got him hard judging by the throb in between his legs. satoru parts his lips just enough to flit his tongue over your bottom lip, tasting the sweet skin there before the two of you finally part.

the circle erupts with cheers, praises and dirty jokes bouncing around the roof like a pinball machine. between the tent threatening to pitch in his jeans, and the mess of white hair sticking to his forehead, satoru feels like he’s going to explode. you don’t look any better, face flushed with a mix of need and embarrassment, and your bottom lip pinched between your teeth. you give him smile and a small peck on the cheek before turning to suguru, nodding when he asks for permission to kiss you.

suguru’s kiss is a lot different. it’s pure lust, marked by a mess of tongue and two hands dangerously close to your ass. you arch as soon as he makes contact, and satoru groans under his breath because it just about feels like the hottest thing he’s ever seen. you part a lot faster than you did with him, shoving suguru with a grumble about “too much tongue” and the crowd seems to love it, cheering the both of them on just as they did you and satoru.

“now kiss em’ at the same time!” a girl yells, eliciting a laugh from the rest of the circle. satoru reclines with a huff, glancing over to try and get a read on you. you and suguru however, are sharing that look again, and the implications make his brain short circuit.

you take both of their arms, pulling them a little closer to you, and the commotion that elicits from the rest of the rooftop is loud enough to make suguru flinch. satoru’s brain immediately jump to some of the filthiest thoughts he’s had all night, hand enclosing around your waist to steady himself. 

suguru follows suit with a hand on your hip glancing over at satoru with a filthy look in his eye. 

“you ever do something like this?” he teases.

“fuck no.” satoru laughs. he groans when he feels your fingers thread into his hair, bringing the other up to do the same to his friend.

“first time for everything.” you reason, pulling the both of them closer until your lips meet theirs clumsily.

satoru shouldn’t take this seriously, should maybe pull away and not give into the ache at the apex of his jeans, but why would he when this is arguably the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him? he smiles against your mouth, feeling suguru’s lips seal right next to his. you part your mouth just the slightest bit to let your tongue flit out, and that must drive suguru crazy because the noise he makes is absolutely filthy.

it’s so good. everything feels so fucking good right now, and satoru doesn’t even care if there’s people watching. suguru places a warm hand on his shoulder to stabilize the both of them and soon enough, the noise on the roof has gotten so loud that his ears ring. your mouths move in synchrony in a messy, brazen show of affection. satoru is enjoying it so much that after a moment or two, he doesn’t know who’s mouth is who’s  or whose tongue is flitting against his bottom lip. all he knows is that he’s rock hard in his jeans, and this very well may be the best night of his life.

you’re the first to part from the kiss, much to his and suguru’s dismay. the air encompassing the three of you feels like it’s boiling. you’re a flushing mess, suguru’s pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the sclera, and satoru feels ten times more tipsy than he was before this whole game started.

he’s the first to break the silence between the three of you, ignoring the jests and pleads for more from the small crowd around the three of you. 

“we should head downstairs.” you and suguru nod in curt synchrony, and the three of you stand to leave, snickering at the wave of disappointment that seems to set off. suguru waves a grand goodbye to the people of the rooftop before slinking down the stairwell after you and satoru.

“holy shit, what just happened?” he whispers, eyebrows raised so high they’re practically touching his hairline. satoru only grins, wiping a hand over his face like he can’t believe half of what’s gone down tonight. the pair bump fists before catching up with you.

the air is cooler down here despite the increase in noise. you lead the both of them down a few steps before pausing in front of the step-off to the second floor, a knowing smile gracing your face. 

“are these the bedrooms?” you ask softly. there’s that shy side of you again. 

“mmhm, this is all of em.” satoru grins, coming up behind you to slink an arm around your waist. suguru trail a bit to the side, hands clasped behind his back as he watches on.

“where’s yours?” you ask, swinging your arms back and forth like you didn’t just ask to take this whole ordeal to the bedroom. 

“what do you say? you wanna show her?” his best friend asks, something filthy lacing all four of those words. what suguru’s implying isn’t lost on the three of you in the slightest. 

“last door on the right. wanna see, princess?” satoru asks, looking down at you with a sly grin. you nod at the suggestion, giving them both a look so needy that both men groan under their breath. 

you’re the first of the trio to move, slinking in through a door with careful grace. the two men follow suit, and soon enough, suguru has you crowded against the door while he mouths at your neck. 

you’re insatiable, squeezing your thighs together under the dim light while his best friend paws at your hips. the two of you move together in a way that makes satoru’s head spin, sending what little blood remains in his brain straight between his legs.

“c’mere.” you mumble, reaching a hand out to him. you manage to get a grip on his shirt, pulling him in until he’s close enough to slot your mouth together. suguru groans in approval, stepping away to strip his upper half down.

you go so well with the both of them it hurts. pulling both men deeper and deeper into the warm waters of your body with your little siren call. satoru swears he can smell suguru’s cologne sticking to your clothes and the thought alone makes the white haired man want to never let go of you.

it’s the fact that you want both of him, he realizes. that you trust both men enough to let them touch and tease you like this. the fact that you’re willing to give them equal cuts of your attention without compromise, letting the three of you steep in your shared pleasure.

you wrap your arms around satoru’s neck, letting him carry you to the mattress. the white haired man drops you against the sheets with careful precision, slotting his body between your open legs to grind your clothed centers together.

“fuck, that’s hot.” suguru sighs, letting his shirt hit the floor. he takes a moment to just watch the two of you. how satoru rolls his hips down against yours, how our fingers entangle themselves in his snowy locks, pulling tight every time his hard cock ruts against your clit.

“oh god.” he grits, lacking the brain capacity to do anything but feel good in the moment. this was really happening. this. a full blow threesome. right in his room while the droves of partygoers downstairs are none the wiser. satoru’s never done something like this before, and despite his best friend’s confident demeanor, he’s willing to bet suguru hasn’t either, but that doesn’t stop him for a second.

you break away from the kiss only for a moment and guide both men’s hands to the hem of your shirt, letting them pull it up and off of your body together. slowly, inch by inch of skin is revealed like they’re unwrapping gift.

“you ever fuck two best friends, baby?” suguru whispers, palming at the curve of your breast through your bra. you shake your head no with a laugh, sighing as he reaches behind to unclip the garment and ease it off of you.

“well, like you said, first time for everything.” satoru jokes, and the laugh that elicits from you is music to his ears. the darker haired of the two men chuckles at the little quip too.

suguru leans down for a brief moment to take the bud of your nipple between his lips, sucking softly. the stimulation draws the sweetest noise out of you, spurring the two men on. satoru moves the both of you further to the side, and soon enough, there’s just enough room on the mattress to house the three of you comfortably.

“get her bottoms off.” suguru mumbles, trailing his tongue over each of your breasts. you arch into the man’s touch, letting your fingers brush away some of the hair that’s fallen in front of his eyes. 

satoru slinks down the length of the mattress to undress you, running the pad of his thumb against your clit through your drenched panties.

“who’s this for? hm?” he questions playfully. 

“you.” there’s not an ounce of hesitance in your tone when you say it, and satoru would be lying if he said that didn’t make him ten times harder.

“aww, just him?” suguru asks, licking a soft stripe over your nipple.

“both–ah–both of you.” you whimper, shying away once satoru pushes your panties to the side and finally runs his bare finger through your soaked folds. 

he whistles, low and drawn out. 

“fuck, come feel this.” he grits out, bringing his soaked digits up as a testament to how wet you are. suguru parts from your breasts slowly, and surprises the both of you when he dips his head down, sucking satoru’s fingers clean of your slick.

“knew she’d taste sweet.” he breaths. satoru brings his fingers to try for himself almost intrinsically, tasting what’s left of you with a groan. 

if your eyes weren’t blown wide before, they definitely are now. something about the sight of them together must turn you on the same way seeing you with either of them turns the other on. 

suguru makes a beeline for the space between your legs and gets straight to work, licking a fat stripe up the length of your pussy without hesitation. the stimulation send jitters through your core right up to your chest, drawing a water groan from your lips. 

satoru’s a goner as soon as he hears you, diving forward to claim your lips for his own. everything’s too much and not enough at the same time. your touch, your taste, the way you moan while suguru settles between your legs to let his tongue go to work. he could die happy like this, tangled in the sheets with the hottest, funniest girl he’s ever met and his best friend while the party rages on below the three of you. you snake your hand down to undo the button of his jeans, rucking the zipper down impatiently until you’re able to palm him through the thin fabric of his briefs. 

“fuck, that’s good.” he praises. the relief your hand gives him is nearly instantaneous. satoru can’t rid himself of his bottom layers fast enough, kicking the fabric off and onto the floor. 

you gasp when his cock slaps against his stomach, taken aback by the sheer size of him. satoru’s eyes hold your own as you look up at him cautiously, breathing heavy through your nose at the thought of taking him.

“you can take it, angel.” he reassures. he brings his thumb up to stroke the apple of your cheek gently. you take to his reassurance beautifully and nod, nuzzling into his hand with a dreamy hum.

he feeds you his cock once he’s able to discern a good angle for it, hand braced against the wall while you swallow his length down. 

it’s messy at first. you’re a little uncoordinated on account of the size of satoru’s cock, and the unrelenting feeling of suguru’s tongue on your clit. satoru does his best to let you adjust to the pace, reeling his hips back softly before pushing his dick back into the warm cavern of your mouth.

he doesn’t have half a mind to feel embarrassed right now, and suguru must be riding that same wavelength because he’s fully honed in on making you feel good with his mouth, slipping two digits into your wet core while his lips close around your little bud. 

the three of you continue like that for a bit, the sounds of your shared pleasure punctuating the silence. satoru loses himself in the push and pull of your tongue. you slink off of him with a pop to flatten the muscle against the underside of him and lick up to his tip, and that sends him a little too close to the edge for comfort. he reels his hips back a little and fastens his hand around the base of himself, not wanting to finish just yet.

“shit, you’re too good at that.” he breaths, chest heaving with exertion. suguru chuckles under his breath at you both before speaking up.

“come here, help me out.” he commands, snaking his hands under the back of each of your knees to push your legs closer to your chest.

satoru circles the mattress to join his friend at the foot of the bed, seemingly confused. he gets a better picture of what suguru means when the dark haired man scoots over, letting one of your legs drop against the sheets.

“whatd’ya say. you wanna make her feel good?” he purrs, scooting to the side to give satoru a better view at the way his tongue laves over your clit.

satoru would love nothing more. 

the space between your legs is a sopping wet disaster, messy with your slick and suguru’s spit. the wet spot underneath you ass is too big to not have soaked into the mattress by now, nevermind the sheets. your clit is so swollen that satoru’s dick jumps in his hand at the sight of it. all perked up and shiny, peeking out of its hood after being played with for so long. 

“fuck it, yeah. let’s do it.” satoru laughs, holding his hand out low for his friend to slap it triumphantly in a boyish show of solidarity.

you scoff at their antics, hiding behind the crook of your arm. both men waste no time bringing their lips to your center.

satoru claims your clit first, kissing softly over the tiny nub just to hear you whimper. his best friend licks his fingers clean before bringing them back down to your hole, pressing up against that initial barrier of resistance before the two of them are rewarded with a soft squelch as the digits enter you.

the two men work in perfect tandem, toying with the most sensitive parts of your body like it’s practically second nature. in away, satoru supposes it very well could become second nature if you’d let them. if you’d only say “fuck it” and let yourself be their altar. 

you arch up off of the mattress as they continue, mumbling obscenities under your breath as your orgasm reels closer and closer. eventually, suguru fastens his hand to the back of satoru’s head and guides the both of them up toward your clit, tongues laving up against your special spot like there’s not tomorrow.

the move in unison, practically making out on top of your pussy while you moan and beg like your life depends on it. you end up peeking at the two of them for a brief moment, and that proves to be detrimental, because the sight before you sends you right over the edge into a ground shattering orgasm.

the two men coax you down from the clouds with tentative kisses pressed anywhere they can reach. the inside of your thighs, your ankle, the softness of your lower tummy. you’re able to sit up after the last of your high has melted, and satoru thinks the look on your face is to die for. 

“yeah? feeling good?” he asks, nipping at the inside of your thigh for good measure. you squeal at the contact, getting a laugh out of the both of them. 

“can you…” you start, voice trailing off as a flash trails over your chest and cheeks.

“what, baby?” suguru urges, interlocking his fingers with your own. he rises to kiss a path from your thighs to your neck, nosing at the sensitive skin there. 

“can we keep going?” you mumble, clearly a bit embarrassed. 

“already?” suguru hums. 

you nod, laying back against the sheets to part our legs for the both of them. satoru swears loud enough to startle you, already spitting in his hand to stroke himself from base to tip. 

“your move, gojo.” suguru commands, circling the mattress to snake his hands under your shoulders. satoru watches on as his best friend readjusts you, turning your body until your head hangs off the mattress and your lower half faces the wall. your hands come up around the backs of his thighs to brace yourself. 

his best friend wastes no time feeding you the head of his cock, watching it breach past the lining of your mouth until a smooth bulge appears in your throat. he looks down at you through hooded eyes, hair pooling at his shoulders as you sputter and gag around his hulking length.

“you gonna fuck her or what?” suguru asks, running his warm palm over your throat to soothe the stretch there. he doesn’t even look away when he says it, too enthralled with the way you hollow your cheeks around the girth of him.. 

satoru moves almost on instinct, clambering onto the bed to sort himself into the gap between your body and the wall. you moan softly and part your legs in invitation.

“holy shit.” he whispers, taking a moment to run his thumb through the mess leaking from your pussy. purple lovebites line the inside of your thighs like confetti, they must’ve gotten too carried away in the throes of eating you out. 

you whine then, something halfway between his name and the word “please.” satoru decides right then and there that he’ll give you anything you want as long as you keep making noises like that.

“what, this? you want this?” he asks, slapping the tip of himself against your sensitive clit. you jolt at the stimulation and do your best to nod, groaning as suguru thrusts in and out of your drooling mouth.

“cmon’ she’s dying for it.” the other man grits, burying himself to the hilt of your throat with a shaky moan. you whimper softly in agreeance. 

satoru wastes no time lining up with your sticky core, pushing past that ring of resistance and sliding home in one fell motion.

“big stretch, princess. hold on.” he grits, clawing at the last of his sanity as your cunt spasms around him beautifully. you whine around suguru’s length again, higher this time, chest heaving in and out from the feeling of being used at both ends. 

satoru waits for you to adjust, hunched over your sweaty form with a forearm on either side of you to support his shaky body. he knows your ready the moment you draw your hips up and down on his length, trying to chase the feeling of your orgasm. 

“patience.” suguru mumbles, patting your cheek sweetly. you moan in return, stilling your body the best you can. 

you’re so beautiful like this, and both men make sure you know it. you try your hardest to adjust to the stretch between your legs, doing your best to obey them both even though your limbs feel like jelly and you’re not sure which way is up or down. 

satoru finally thrusts into you, and the three of you moan in absolute, indescribable bliss. 

you’re unbelievably tight. so tight he thinks he might cum soon if he’s not careful. every thrust of his sends a chain reaction down the line and back, pressing up against that hard-to-find spot inside of you and pressing you further across the bed and onto suguru’s cock at the same time.

he’s so focused on fucking you that he doesn’t even notice the hand in front of his face until suguru snaps his fingers, holding out two digits for the other man to suck on. 

satoru knows exactly what to do, wetting his best friend’s fingers with his tongue while the two of you maintain a heated look. once suguru’s satisfied, he brings them down to your clit to rub tiny circles into the bud.

that drives you wild, sending you over the edge so fast that both of them choke. 

“holy shit.” suguru hisses, watching your cunt milks satoru for all he’s worth. all the white haired man can do is brace an arm on the wall behind him, head thrown back as he’s taken along through every wave and crest of your orgasm.

“oh my god–fuck!–oh god.” he groans. 

suguru is the next to hit the edge, spewing expletives before withdrawing from your throat with a wet pop. you try to catch your breath as he motions for satoru to flip you onto your stomach, whining as the other man pulls out of you briefly.

“hold her hair. fuck, there we go.” suguru groans in approval as satoru gathers your locks out of your face. he fists his cock with a noise so desperate it almost sounds like a sob. 

“open up–fuck–oh my god.” he moans. creamy white ropes of cum splash against your cheeks and lips, decorating your features like a painting. 

satoru can only watch in awe, cock dripping pre against your upper thigh where his still-hard dick rests. he has to physically stop himself from groaning when you lean in on all fours to clean suguru up, suckling at his swollen tip to swallow the last of his load down.

“good girl, holy shit.” suguru huffs, legs a little wobbly from the force of his orgasm. he takes your messy face in his hands then, spooning the rest of his cum into your mouth with careful precision. 

“gonna give her a load too, satoru?” he asks, eyes locked in on the way you suckle the pad of his cum-soaked thumb.

satoru releases a heavy breath with a nod,, still watching suguru clean you up.

your upper half settles down into the sheets almost on queue, painted face turning to

and all satoru can do is whimper because every single millisecond of tonight is going in his spank bank for the rest of conceivable time. 

you turn to him then, ass up and a sly little grin on your face.

“cmon.” you whine, wiggling your ass as if to punctuate your begging. “please?”

“fuck. inside?” satoru huffs, more surprised of your seemingly endless stamina than the request itself. he takes himself in his hand and lets the tip sink in between your folds. his eyes never leave yours, waiting for a sign of approval.

you nod with a moan, shifting your hips back to take the rest of his dick all the way. 

“holy shit.” suguru grumbles fondly, already half hard again just from watching the two of you.

if satoru wasn’t fucking you right before, he definitely is now, thrusting down against that spongey spot inside of you with a feral look in his eyes. his hands cling harder to the meat of your hip with every passing second. your turn your head back and look directly into his eyes, and the act is so intimate satoru feels his dick jump inside of you. 

you’re loud enough to rival the noise of the party downstairs, whining and writhing and sobbing as he takes you apart and puts you back together again all at the same time. your hand lies firmly between your legs, right above where your two centers meet to stroke the swell of your lcit. suguru watches on in awe, fucking his own fist with his teet digging into his bottom lip.

satoru’s orgasm hits him from every angle all at once. he stills first, feeling a wave of pleasure seize at every muscle in his body. then, all that pleasure comes to a rolling release right between your legs. 

he cums so long it feels like an eternity, emptying his balls into your soaking wet heat while his eyes struggle to stay open. you reach your own high almost directly after his, cumming on his dick for the second time that night with a scream of both their names into the sheets. 

it takes a while for the two of you to come back down to earth. you stay wrapped up in each other. satoru slumped over you, your laid under him with his dick still inside of you. suguru must’ve climbed onto the mattress a bit ago to play with your hair, mumbling praises to you softly while his you and his best friend recover.

“i can’t feel my hands.” satoru mumbles exhaustedly. that draws a laugh out of all three of you.

“yeah? that good?” suguru teases, still toying with you from his spot a little ways up the mattress. 

satoru finally musters up the strength to pull out of you after a few deep breaths, groaning at the wave of cum that seeps out of your pussy and onto the mattress.

suguru is the first to part from the trio with a kiss to your hairline. he dips into the bathroom before returning with a handful of bath towels, tossing them at the pair of you.

“you’re lucky i don’t fill that pretty mouth again.” he groans. “gotta bounce if i’m gonna make it to class tomorrow.” he tousles your hair one last time before beginning the search for his boxers amongst the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. 

“you okay? need water?” satoru asks, nodding when you decline his offer.

“stay a little longer, suguru.” you whisper, reaching a shaky hand out to try and grab at him playfully. satoru rubs circles into your back gently, reaching for one of the towels to start wiping off the parts of you that he can reach.

satoru hums in agreeance, still reeling from his orgasm. suguru sighs fondly, glancing back at the door before dropping his things on the floor again and climbing into bed behind you.

“can’t have just one, hm? always need the both of us.” he sighs. it’s a tight fit with the all of you pressed against each other like this. limbs against limbs, chests beating against chests. the air around you starts to heat with your combined body heat, lulling the three of you into a sex-drunk haze.

“what’s wrong with wanting both?” you giggle. and satoru laughs too, because it truly is that simple. 

“yeah, let her have both of us.” satoru mumbles into your neck. 

suguru hums thoughtfully, tracing circles into your naked thigh with his thumb. something sweet blankets the three of you then, like a promise looming in the horizon. would it really be that crazy to do this again? the three of you, working together with the shared goal of making each other feel good?

“fuck it, you’ll have us then.” he agrees, settling the arrangement in stone with careful finality. 

“same time next week then?” you joke, squealing as the both of them pepper you in kisses.

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LEON'S POV

"Fuck. I shouldn't be doing this." I thought as I stroked my leaking cock while admiring one of your instagram posts, my most latest infatuation.

I can't recall when my feelings arose. Maybe it was when I walked in on you and my son sloppily making out on the couch. His hands were grabbing at your ass through your tiny, slutty shorts as you sat on his lap.

Your position, your cute, soft moans...it was just too erotic for me. I felt my pants tighten and my hand subconsciously palming my crotch like the pervy old man I was.

My son was just about to lift up your shirt, but I knew that if he had seen your beautiful tits I would've came in my pants, so I loudly cleared my throat. Sorry, sweetheart, I could tell you didn't want the fun to end.

But, it was just as erotic seeing your flushed, embarrassed cheeks scrambling off my child, and my son whipping his head around and showed his dagger-like eyes. I could tell he was pissed, but I didn't care one bit. My son knew better than to makeout on the living room couch, especially when he knew I was home.

Or maybe it was when you got me that cologne for my birthday. I've always kept his life pretty separate from outside people, but knowing my son, he probably couldn't keep his mouth shut about this silly birthday tradition we share.

But it means something because you got me a gift. You found out, remembered, and got me a present. Whenever you're over, I make sure I wear it just for you, sweetheart.

God, you are so delicious that I had to find your Instagram. It was easy for me, thanks to my burner account and my son being a complete idiot and accepting my friend request. I like that your account isn't private, that I have access to your life I don't see. For example, I didn't know you're really into fan fiction. Reading it, writing it, you name it. Maybe even touch your cute little cunt to it.

Yes, I know about your Tumblr account. No, I will never tell you how I figured that out. You need to realize honey, I work for the government.

One night, I spoiled myself and decided to go through your likes. These blogs you frequent? Geez sweetheart, you're a dirty girl. You realize they aren’t private, right? Maybe that’s your whole plan.

My son wants someone simple. He thinks you're simple. He doesn't know shit. He doesn't know you the way I do. And seeing you, in this Instagram post with my hand wrapped around my cock, knowing all the things you fantasize about...god, it's going to make me come ropes.

THIRD-PERSON POV

Loud, muffled yelling makes Leon stop stroking and look toward the door. He moved off the bed, cock still painfully hard as he put his ear up to the door to hear better.

"You're a fucking asshole!" Leon heard you yell.

"I didn't mean it, trust me—"

"What? You didn't mean to get her pregnant?!"

Leon's eyes went wide. His son cheated on you? A pretty angel sent from up above, the girl that had him jerking off like he was young again.

That asshole.

"Oh, come on baby!"

"No! We're done!" Leon heard you stomp down the hallway. The front door suddenly slammed closed.

He should go out there and comfort you, apologize for his idiot son, and convince you that he would treat you far better than he could. But he couldn't. Not when his cock is still hard as a rock.

Leon wrapped his hand around himself again and slowly moved up and down, up and down. His head titled back and he bit his lip to try not to make a sound.

He backed up and sat at the end of the bed, imagining you laid across his lap, cheeks red from his hands, and your pussy engulfing his thick fingers.

Leon rubbed and squeezed his tip, his other hand going to his heavy balls and massaging the come out of them. You made him crazy, starved, and he didn't mind one bit.

Quiet whimpers escaped his lips, his eyes were violently squeezed shut, his chest heaved—he shot thick loads of his creamy spend. Leon sat there in his quiet room as he waited for his breathing to become normal again. He looked down at his hand covered in that white, sticky goodness and wiped it on his sheets. He'll change them later, or maybe he won't so he is reminded of how you made him feel, what you made him do.

Leon walked out of his room and collided with his son, who was throwing on his coat and grabbing his shoes by the door.

"Where are you going?" Leon's eyes followed him to the couch, where he was sliding on his shoes.

"Out."

Leon cleared his throat and crossed his arms. "I overhead some yelling, mind telling me what that was about?" He knew, of course, but it would be satisfying as hell to hear his son confess what he did. Like a man.

His son looked up from his feet, looking at Leon with a cold stare. He then looked back down and finished tying his shoe. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" Leon asked.

"Nothing."

A small sliver of Leon felt bad for his son. It's been hard since his mom passed away a year ago. He's noticed different behavior from him.

His son stood up abruptly, meeting Leon's eyes. "I'm going out drinking with the boys." Leon turned and followed his son to the door, watching him get in his car and leave.

What an idiot.

LEON'S POV

I needed to do something. I needed to apologize for my son's incompetence. I needed to see you, standing in my foyer again, preferably with nothing on but it's okay if you are wearing clothes. I can be patient, sweetheart, I'm not a monster.

I can play the comforting father figure for as long as you need. I'll welcome you with wide, open arms, solve your sweet, little problems that you have, and wipe away your tears once I'm inside you, fucking you good.

I slid out my phone from my pocket and hovered over your number in my contacts. You had given me your number because my poor excuse for a child forgot his phone one night while you were out. I remember receiving the first text you'd sent me, well the only one as of yet. Just a simple, "Hey, it's me. Your idiot son left his phone and his wallet, so not only can he not contact anyone, but he can't pay for my drinks like a real man. So, in order to make it up to you for having to deal with his worthless ass, I decided to give you my number."

At least, that's how I took it.

My fingers did a dance above the screen. What did I want to say to you? Should I be blunt and tell you that I jerk my cock to the thought of you gagged with your own slutty panties? Yes, sweetheart, I've seen your panties. Lacy pairs, hot pink, cheetah print, see-through. Hopefully you haven't noticed that some are missing from your collection every time you leave our house. Maybe you think it's my degenerate son, but little do you know I love the smell and taste of your pussy. I rest your panties on my face as I choke my chicken raw. I know, I know, I am an old, disgusting freak, but I just can't help it princess, you're too addicting. I bet you wouldn't mind that I'm such a pervert, you're probably the same way. I can read all those dirty thoughts inside that pretty head of yours—

I'm getting side-tracked.

My fingers tapped on the text box, the keyboard sliding up awaiting for me to work my magic. I have magic fingers, sweetheart. You'll find out soon.

L: Hey, I heard some yelling before you left. Is everything okay? I'm worried about you.

See sweetheart? Nailed it.

Three dots pop-up on the screen, bouncing excitedly like they were anxiously awaiting your reply like I was.

Sweetheart: Yeah, I'm fine.

Liar. Dirty girl.

L: You know, he's not here right now. How about this, you come over and we can talk about it, or whatever you want. How does that sound? We can even watch that one movie you love but he didn't quite get...what was it again, Obsession? You can tell me all about it. I'll listen to whatever you tell me.

I've heard about that movie, Obsession. I've watched a few clips since it came out on streaming, and I agree with you. Fuck Bear. I'd never make you act like that for me, sweetheart. If you never could love me like I love you, I guess I'd move on.

Or kill myself.

Either way, I feel like I'm more like Nikki when she's under the influence of the Wishing Willow. I would kill for you, princess. I hope you know that.

Those three dots again. Leon looked up at the ceiling in anticipation. Come on, I know you want to, sweetheart.

Sweetheart: Wouldn't it be weird?

Oh, sweetheart. Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart. You're silly, you know that?

L: Not at all. I've known you for years now. It's going to be just two adults watching a movie together. Besides, he won't know.

He won't know. I will make sure he won't, honey. Besides, why do you care anyway? He fucked some other woman, and now he's her problem now. Thank god.

Sweetheart: I'm on my way.

I felt as if the clouds had lifted, or that maybe after all of this, there was an afterlife. You are my religion, sweetheart, and I pray to every vision.

To be honest, princess, I've never felt this excited in my life, with heat rushing from my head down to my toes. I rushed into my bedroom to spritz on the cologne you got me, then made my way into the bathroom to freshen up. I made sure to look my best, just for you.

When I heard the doorbell, I nearly jumped out of my skin. You know, I would peel off my skin and so you could climb in, and I could keep you close and protect you from the world's evils.  

I looked at myself once more in the mirror, taking in my aged appearance. I hope you don't mind that I am way older than you. I hope you could realize that my age is merely just a number—a number that proves I have more experience than guys your age, that I can treat you like the woman you deserve to be treated as.

I don't want to keep you waiting. I walked back out to the foyer and opened the door to be greeted by you. You are gorgeous, and no matter how many times I see you, I am enamored. You are the light in my dark life, sweetheart.

"Hey." I tried not to sound too excited, but the inflection in my voice said otherwise.

You looked up at me with your eyes—eyes that were glossy from tears, those tears that were caused by my son, and not from me fucking you into oblivion. I could just lick away your tears and kiss your eyelids, your lashes. You're beautiful, princess.

"Hey." You offered me a small smile, but you were hurting. Sweetheart, you know you don't have to hide it from me. I know my son is a jackass.

My eyes follow your body as you step inside my home. You look delicious in your tank top and shorts that it was making my mouth water. This heatwave has been living hell, but at least I get to see you wearing basically nothing at all.

I closed and locked the door behind you. "I'm going to get everything ready for the movie. If you want, you can follow me in there and tell me what happened." It was more of a demand rather than a suggestion, but I want to make you think you have a choice, sweetheart. And even if you don't tell me I won't pry. I already know what happened.

YOUR POV

I always thought my boyfriend's house was nice. It was clear his dad had money by the high ceilings and polished wood floors, but this time the house felt sterile, like if I made one wrong move I'd fuck everything up.

I sat uncomfortably straight at the kitchen island, wringing my fingers in my hands, and starring holes into Mr. Kennedy's back as he prepared popcorn at the counter. I've never hung out with my ex's dad one-on-one before. Is this wildly inappropriate? What if my ex finds out? I should've never done this, but I need someone to talk to right now.

"Thanks for inviting me over, Mr. Kennedy." I tried to say in a normal sounding voice, but it kind of came out in a meek mumble.

Mr. Kennedy looked over his shoulder and gave me a small, reassuring smile. "You're always welcome here." He turned his gaze back to the counter. "And you know you can call me Leon."

I nodded. I don't know if I can call him Leon. It feels too casual, too like we're friends. Not that we aren't, but it's just...he's an adult—my ex's father.

"Okay." I managed to say, my voice still barely above a murmur. "Leon." His name will probably always feel foreign rolling off my tongue.

"You drink?" Leon asked. He was now bent down at the fridge, looking back at me waiting for me to answer.

I blinked. "What?"

"Do you drink." He asked again. "You know...alcohol? You've had a bad day, thought you could unwind." He said it with a causal tone, like we were talking about the weather, like we've been friends for years. "Or I have soda, lemonade, water—of course."

I smiled, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "Water sounds good."

I saw Leon's smile outlined from the light in the fridge. "Coming right up." He grabbed a few things from inside the door, then shut the fridge.

I looked around the kitchen at the various knick-knacks that he has accumulated over the years. Mugs that sat in the kitchen sink waiting to be cleaned, notepads and pens complied in a cup by the landline (he still has a landline?) that advertised various companies, and the artwork from my ex when he was a child framed on the wall. It was sweet. Leon must really love him.

He slid over a glass to me. I took a sip and gave him a small smile. "Thanks."

"Of course." He motioned over to the living room. "Let's go sit."

I slid off the stool and walked in front of him to the living room. Maybe it was just my conscience, but I felt a gaze on me.

I plopped down on the couch as I watched Leon place all of our goodies on the table. I sat with my legs on the couch, trying to seem like I was not at all nervous about this whole ordeal. I stared at the black screen of the TV.

"So," I felt Leon's body next to me, "wanna watch the movie, or are you up for talking?"

I looked over at Leon. He was sitting close that I swear I could feel the warmth of his body. "I could talk." I leaned forward and grabbed my glass. "No offense, but I hate your son."

I bit my lip. God, I shouldn't have said that. But instead of Leon defending his kid, he laughed softly. "Yeah...he's..." He didn't finish his thought.

"Yeah, he..." I cleared my throat. "He cheated on me."

"Yeah, I heard. You guys weren't trying to be quiet."

My cheeks felt like they bursted into flames, and I know Leon could see them turn red in real time. "Sorry..."

Leon shook his head. "No, no you had every right to be loud. My son's an ass."

"You can say that again." I took a sip of my water.

"I will. My son's an ass."

I laughed softly and adjusted my position on the couch, turning myself more towards him and pulling one leg up under me. "We weren't doing well recently anyway, but...getting another woman pregnant..." I trailed off, looking back at the blank TV screen. "I feel bad for her, honestly."

I didn't hear Leon respond, so I looked back at him. His eyes were glued on to me, offering me a comforting expression, urging me to continue. "I don't know. Men suck."

"We do." He responded, smooth and quick.

I dramatically groaned. "But why?" I flopped my head on the back of the couch, and turned my face to look at him.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Leon's lips. He shrugged and took a sip of what was in his own glass. "I can't tell you exactly why. I'll admit I did some shitty things when I was around your age. For me...I wanted to prove myself."

I lifted my head, and cocked it to the side. "Prove yourself to who?"

"Myself." It was Leon's turn to look at the TV. "Being in your twenties is a lot of convincing yourself that you have it together." He looked back at me, his eyes softening. "But you don't, no matter how hard you convince yourself. I still don't have all my ducks in a row and I'm going to be in my fifties."

I relaxed into the couch, feeling my nervous system relax in one sweep. This was nice and nothing I was expecting while driving over here. "I think I'm going to take a break on dating. Maybe I just need to take this time to find myself, and realize that I'll never have it all together."

"That's good." Leon took a slow sip from his glass. "You have time for all that nonsense later."

I squinted at him—his casual body language sprawled on his couch, his strong shoulders, his pronounced biceps peaking through his rolled up sleeves. The arm that just moved to rest against the back of the couch, almost like he was preparing to touch my shoulder and pull me closer to him. "You know...it's just crazy."

He put his glass down on the coffee table. "What is?"

I leaned back into the couch. "I can't believe you two are related. You're nothing like him. You actually have self-awareness."

Leon paused for a moment before he let out a soft laugh. "Thanks, but I didn't always. Trust me."

I furrow my brows as a smile spread across my face. "Yeah?" I sat up, kneeling on the couch, and turned fully to face Leon. "So what kind of shitty things did Leon get up to in his twenties?"

Leon leaned closer to me, a smirk planted on his face. "Now why would I go and ruin my squeaky-clean reputation?" He asked, his voice dropping down to something low and playful. "You already think I'm the sensible one, so why would I ruin that title?" I saw his eyes drop to my lips, realizing our close proximity.

My breath hitched, but my body leaned in closer. "Oh come on, Leon. I promise your secret is safe with me. Besides, who would I tell? Your son?"

He huffed, and turned his face. Even without him looking at me, I could tell he was smiling.

"Besides, I like a little mystery," I shimmied my shoulders playfully, "a little edge."

Leon looked back at me, his gaze dropping yet again to my lips. His sparkling eyes met mine. "I thought you were here to talk about your breakup that happened..." He trailed off as he looked down at his watch, the back up at me, "just an hour ago? What happened, sweetheart?"

My cheeks were probably redder than before now. "Sweetheart?"

"Don't try to change the subject." Leon leaned in closer, our noses barely brushing against each other. "You're not thinking about him, are you now?"

I smirked, without flinching. "Who?"

I saw Leon's face light up as he dipped his head down, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. His eyes looked up at me through his lashes, before he sighed and moved his head back up, his face still inches away from mine. "I was twenty-one. Just got my job at the station." He trailed off, his eyes going distant and cold for a brief second.

I watched him, noticing the change in his energy, and gently placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Leon blinked, looking back at me. "Where was I?"

I removed my hand. "You just got your job at the station." I reminded him with a soft voice.

"Right. I don't know if you know about what happened in Raccoon City."

I shook my head. "I don't think so. I'm sorry..."

"No, it's fine. It was probably before you were born anyway..." Leon took a moment to collect himself before continuing. "This epidemic spread through the whole city, and I was the man on the job."

"Yikes."

"Yikes indeed." He murmured with a faint, wry smile. "I met two amazing women during it though. Two of the strongest women I've ever known."

I nodded, very intrigued. "So...what happened?"

"Well you don't see them around, don't you?"

A soft, sympathetic chuckle escaped my lips at his dry delivery.

"I still think about both of them from time to time." Leon admitted, his voice softening. "Wonder if they're doing well, have families..."

"How was this shitty? It just seems sad."

"Fair point, I guess I was just trying to butter you up before I confessed that I committed unlawful murder." Leon deadpanned.

I gasped and covered my mouth, letting out a booming laugh. Leon laughed along with me, watching me with bright eyes.

"But..." Leon's laugh quieted down and his serious demeanor returned, "the shitty part was how I handled everything. And not just these women—with everything."

"And how did you handle things?" I asked.

Leon's eyes dropped to the space between us, staring at the cushion where my hand is resting. A heavy thoughtful silence stretched out.

"I didn't." He admitted, his eyes rising to lock back onto mine. "I focused on my work. Convinced myself it was better that way."

"And are you?" I asked, my voice was more like a breath in the small space left between our faces. "Better off?"

Leon took a slow, deliberate breath. The cool composure he'd held all evening began to melt. "No." He whispered.

I offered him a reassuring smile. "That takes guts to confess, Leon."

I watched as Leon bit his lip, taking in mine yet again. When he looked back up at me, the look in his eyes was different. "I...I'm different now. Older, wiser."

I nodded. "Okay."

"I'm a man now. I know how to treat women how they're supposed to be treated. Women like you."

My eyes widened. Women like me? "Me?"

Leon shifted his body so that he is turned towards me. "Sweetheart." He grabbed my hand that was still resting on the cushion, interlacing out fingers. "You don't even know."

I squeezed his hand back, the breath catching in my throat as the heat of his palm sank into mine. My heart was hammering against my chest. I was sure he could hear it.

"What don't I know?" I whispered.

Leon's gaze dropped to where our fingers were locked together, his thumb slowly tracing the back of my hand with a quiet, deliberate rhythm that made my skin tingle.

"How irresistible you are." He murmured as he looked back up at me. "Sweetheart, you're so gorgeous. Do you know how hard it is for me to even be near you?"

A soft exhale escaped my lips. "Leon—"

"I'm serious." He said softly. "You deserve someone who wants to treat you right, who needs to treat you right. And you're sitting right in front of him."

I shook my head softly. "When...when did you—"

"Since you started dating him." Leon answered.

"That...that was two years ago."

"Two years too long, if I say." Leon squeezed my hand harder. "Sweetheart, you don't even know half of what you do to me."

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his growing length straining against his pants. A strangled groan ripped through his chest as my palm encased around his clothed cock. "Fuck..." His head fell against the back of the couch, his eyes squeezing shut as his jaw clenched tight. "Just this...this alone can make me fucking come."

I let my fingers curve around him, slowly sliding my hand down the hard ridge of his erection through the fabric. "Leon...you're bigger than he is..."

Leon let out a sharp, ragged moan, his eyes snapped open as he stared down at my hand. "Sweetheart..."

Before he could finish the thought, I gave him a slow squeeze. A gravelly growl rumbled from his chest. His hands shot out, wrapping them tightly around my waist. In a fluid motion, he lifted me entirely off my knees and pulled my right into his lap.

The breath was knocked out my of my lungs as I felt me flush against his hard cock. I let out a soft gasp, my hands scrambling up to grip his broad shoulders to steady myself.

"I've always wanted you like this..." Leon rasped. "God, you're driving me fucking crazy, sweetheart."

"Leon..." I whimpered, my fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as I instinctively rolled my hips against him.

His large hands cupped my hips, guiding me on his length. "Fuck!" He growled, before crashing his lips into mine. The kiss was hot and heavy with years of built-up discipline finally snapping. His tongue parted my lips effortlessly, tasting me fast and desperate while one of his arms wraps around my waist and presses me against his hard chest.

A moan escaped my throat into his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, dragging my fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck, anchoring myself to him. He moved me rougher and faster against him.

Leon groaned into my mouth, a sound so raw and masculine it made my clit pulse. He felt like iron underneath me, with broad shoulders, dense muscles, and a heavy, surging warmth that left zero doubt about how much he wanted this. And that was good because I've wanted this too. So bad.

He broke the kiss for a fraction of a second, just long enough to drag his mouth down the sensitive line of my jaw, his hot breath searing against my skin. "I'm gonna come...are you gonna come? Please come with me, baby."

I nodded and whimpered. I am so close, which is slightly embarrassing because I usually never get off this fast.

He thrusts up into me and I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head. "Yes—god, yes, Leon." I gasped out, the friction through our clothes was so intense, so fast, that every nerve ending in my lower belly was coiled tight, right on the edge. "I'm there...I'm right there!"

That was all Leon needed to hear. Leon let out a dark, guttural groan, his thrusts turning fast and sloppy, hammering his hips up against mine with no restraint. He held me locked against him with one arm clamped like a vise around my waist, his other hand coming up to tilt my chin back so he could catch my broken whimpers in another filthy, consuming kiss.

"That's it, sweetheart." He rasped, his voice vibrating deep into my mouth. "Give me it."

He thrusted up and hit me in the right spot to instantly push me over the edge. A sharp, breathy scream caught in the back of my throat as my cunt violently clutched as my orgasm crashed over me.

The sound of my release completely destroyed Leon. His back arched, his whole body locking up underneath me. A shattered moan escaped his lips into my neck as he bucked hard one last time, pressing his hips flush against me as his own orgasm hit him.

I soon felt dampness pool around my uncovered thighs. I looked down and a big wet stain covered his whole front.

"Fuck..." Leon panted. He pressed soft kisses along my jaw and down my neck, breathing erratically. He paused and lifted his head up. "Are you alright?"

I nodded. "Y-yeah..." I panted and pushed back my hair.

"Good. I'm not done with you yet." He gently placed me on my back on the couch. He let out a rough laugh. "I can't wait to get you out of this. I can't wait to see your body."

Leon didn't waste another second. His fingers grabbed the hem of my tank top, swiftly pulling it off me, and tossed it aside. His gaze traveled over the valley of my breasts as a quiet exhale escaped him.

"Goddamn, sweetheart." Leon rasped, grabbing one of my breasts in his hand and rubbing your nipple with his thumb. "You're so sexy." He leaned down and licked a wet strip up my stomach to my other nipple, taking it in his mouth, softly grazing it with his teeth.

I gasped, my back arching off the couch as his teeth grazed over my hard, sensitive nipple. I felt a hot wave roll through me, every muscle tightening in an instant to the friction of his tongue and fingers.

My hands gripped the edge of the couch, my knuckles turning white. "Leon..." I whimpered, my voice breaking.

He chuckled against my breast, the low rumble vibrating directly into my skin. He gave the nipple one last lingering flick of his tongue before switching places with his fingers on the other breast.

"You like this, baby?" He murmured against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. "I'm going to make sure every single inch of you feels good tonight."

Deliberately, Leon's hands shifted from my chest down to the waistband of my shorts. His fingers unhooked the buttons and dragged them down my hips in one smooth, unhurried motion.

My breath hitched as his eyes trailed down the full length of my body, taking in every curve, dip, and shiver that ran across my skin under his intense stare.

"Look at you..." He lowly murmured. "God, you're so sexy, sweetheart."

He dropped down to his knees between my thighs on the couch. His large hands reach out, resting against the sides of my waist before sliding slowly down the outside of my legs. His thumbs smoothed over the soft skin of my inner thighs, parting my knees wider until I was completely open for him.

Leaning in, Leon pressed a lingering kiss to the soft skin of my inner thigh, biting and sucking the fleshy skin till it turned purple. "I swore to myself, if I ever had you, I'd take my time with you." He said into my thighs.

He looked up at me through his lashes as I felt his nose press into my wet panties. I gasped, the heat of his breath soaking right through my damp fabric of my underwear. My fingers dug into the cushions as the firm direct pressure of his nose against my cunt sent a sharp jolt straight down to my toes.

Leon let out a low, heavy groan against me, inhaling deeply as if he were memorizing the scent of me. "God, you smell so fucking good," he rasped, his voice muffled against the silk.

He dragged his nose slowly up the center of my panties, tracking my wetness until his lips found my swollen clit through the fabric. He pressed a warm, firm kiss right over it, that made my hips violently jerk off the couch.

"Fuck!" I cried out, breathless.

He chuckled against me, the vibration sending another wave of warmth throughout my body. His large hands slid over my thighs, to pin me down right where he wanted me.

His fingers hooked into the sides of my panties, and pulled the fabric gently to the side, exposing my slick directly to the cool air of the room.

I let out a soft moan as I felt his thumb move up to slowly circle my clit. "Leon..." I softly moaned out. This felt so good, better than my ex, his son, ever did.

Leon looked up at me, his eyes tracking the frantic rise and fall of my chest, before he lowered his head between my thighs.

He slid two fingers past my slick entrance, sinking deep into my cunt in one slow push.

A choked gasp tore from my throat, my back arching completely off the cushions as the sudden, overwhelming fullness stretched me open.

"Fuck, you're tight." Leon growled, his voice thick and rough with restraint. "So wet and tight for me, huh?"

He stayed still for a long second, letting my body adjust to the feel of him inside me before his thumb started up again, making small, agonizingly slow circles against my clit. Then, with a slow tilt of his wrist, his fingers curled upward.

"Ah! Leon!" I cried out, my hands flying to his hair, my hips helplessly thrusting up into his hand.

"That's it, baby." He moaned, watching me squirm beneath him. "That's right."

Every curl of his fingers built the tension back up in my lower belly. I was already writhing on the couch, completely at the mercy of his hands.

"You're close." Leon observed. "Don't come until I tell you to, sweetheart."

I whimpered in response. I couldn't muster up words to say to him.

Leon leaned down near my cunt, his face hovering inches from me. He slowly pulled his fingers from inside me, pulling a moan from my lips.

"Look at me, sweetheart." He rasped, his warm breath searing over my flushed skin. "I want you to watch me while I taste you."

Before I could even process his words, he dipped his head fully between my thighs. His tongue made first contact, taking one long, agonizingly wet swipe up my cunt to my clit, before diving his two fingers back deep inside me.

A guttural moan tore from my throat. Leon chuckled low against my skin, my cunt squeezing around the sound. He set a devastating rhythm, his tongue swirling around my sensitive spot, flattening against it, flicking and sucking with an effortless, experienced control, all while his fingers curled hard and deep into that exact spot inside.

"God...Leon!" I whimpered.

Unlike his son, who had always been clumsy and focused on his own finish, Leon knew exactly where to stroke and lick, exactly how much pressure to apply, and exactly how to pace himself to keep me right on the edge of unraveling. He lapped at me with long, wet licks, his tongue swirling around my clit with a mesmerizing rhythm that made my hips tilt up into his face on instinct.

"You like fucking my mouth, huh?" He murmured into my cunt. "You like fucking my face like the dirty girl you are?" Leon chuckled at my moans and whimpers. "Fuck...come for me, let it all out for me, baby."

"Yes, god, yes!" I sobbed out, My knuckles were so far into his hair that I could probably rip it out of his scalp. "Fuck...Leon, right there."

Leon latched onto my swollen clit, taking it between his lips and applying a soft, steady suction while his fingers thrusted into me. The pleasure was instant and completely overwhelming. I cried out his name, my thighs trembling against his shoulders as my core clutched rhythmically around nothing, as my eyes rolled back.

I felt my release pour out of me and heard it drip onto the leather couch and pool underneath us. Leon rode out every single spasm with soft, soothing licks, sucking and lapping up every last drop like he was dehydrated.

Leon locked eyes with me as he wiped his hand over my slick thighs gathering up the excess wetness of my release. Without breaking eye contact, he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers and hands clean, his tongue slowly tracing over his skin to taste every drop.

I let out a shaky moan and let my head fall back onto the couch. My chest frantically rises and falls as I try to catch my breath.

"I need to fuck you." I heard Leon say. I blinked looked back up at him. His shirt was already discarded on the floor.

If you would've told me that I would see my ex-boyfriend's dad shirtless, I would've slapped you silly. He was still in good shape despite his age. It must be from doing the work he does. Fighting crime, or whatever he does.

What does he do exactly?

Before the thought could even fully form in my brain, my eyes took their time mapping him.

His broad shoulders tapering down to a tight waist, his bulging biceps, his chest and abs cut with deep, defined lines that shifted with every heavy breath he took. A dark trail of hair disappeared straight down beneath the unbuttoned waistband of his pants.

"You're unbelievable," I blurted out, my voice raspy and completely dazed as I stared up at his chest.

Leon let out a low chuckle. The corners of his eyes crinkled with a dangerous sort of amusement. "Glad you like the view.

He unzipped his pants and shoved them down his hips in one swift, efficient push, taking his still damp boxer briefs down with them.

My breath caught dead in my throat, and my eyes followed it with every movement it made.

Holy shit.

I couldn't stop my eyes from widening. Leon was massive, heavy, and slick at the head with his own come from when we humped, and his clear precum that was dripping from his tip. Veins ridged the entire length of him, throbbing with a heavy, steady pulse.

To compare Leon's to his son's would be unfair competition.

"You like what you see?" Leon took a step closer until the heavy length of his cock was resting right against my trembling inner thigh.

"I..." I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "You're massive, Leon."

"And it's all yours tonight." Leon rasped. He leaned down, pinning my hands above my head on the cushions with one palm, his fingers interlacing with mine. The sheer weight of him hovering over me was intoxicating, trapping me between the plush leather and his warm chest.

His free hand reached down between us, his calloused fingers gripping the base of his shaft. He guided his slick head right to my entrance, lining himself up against my swollen lips.

I gasped as he pressed forward just an inch, testing the stretch. The blunt head nudged past me, and the sheer thickness of him had my legs instantly shaking.

"Look at me." Leon commanded, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly vibration against my ear.

I forced my heavy eyes up to meet his gaze.

"I'm going to slide all the way in." He murmured, his thumb rubbing over the back of my knuckles as he slowly pushed another inch into my tight heat. "And you're going to take every single inch of it."

A long, trembling breath escaping my lips as he began to enter all the way inside. My back arched off the couch, and my legs shook as his fullness stretched me open.

Leon kept his eyes locked on mine, forcing me to watch him as he steadily drove his length forward, inch by agonizing inch.

A high, breathless whimper tore from my throat as the sheer size of him filled me to capacity, my inner walls stretched taut around his girth. He was so much larger, so much thicker than anything I had ever felt before.

"Fuck, baby..." Leon grunted, his jaw clenching hard as his hips pressed flush against mine, burying himself to the absolute hilt.

"Look at how good you take me." He rasped into my ear, as he looked down at him being swallowed by my cunt. His thumb comfortingly stroked the back of my hand, keeping my fingers pinned above my head.

"God, you feel so tight around my cock." He growled. Leon stayed still for a long, heavy second, letting my body adapt to the sheer stretch of him filling me to the hilt.

He slowly began to pull back, dragging his cock out until his tip was left resting inside my entrance, holding me right on the edge of emptiness.

"Leon, don't..." I pleaded, my voice cracking.

"I've got you." Leon whispered, and then drove back in with one deep, heavy, relentless thrust that hit every sweet spot at once.

My head thrashed back against the sofa as a loud sob of pleasure broke from my lips. My toes curled tight, my walls instantly clamping around him in a desperate, greedy rhythm.

"That's it." Leon groaned, setting a slow, agonizingly deep pace that rocked my entire body with every slide of his hips. "Take me, sweetheart."

I moaned out strings of incoherently curses and cries as Leon picked up the pace. My fingers gripped on to his, pressing my nails deep into his palm.

"Tell me," Leon commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp against my ear as he pulled in and out in a fast, steady rhythm. "How do I feel inside you?"

Tell me," Leon commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp against my ear as he pulled almost all the way out before driving back in, slow and mercilessly deep. "How do I feel inside you?"

I gasped, my fingers straining against his grip where he had them pinned above my head. The sheer depth of his thrust had my mind going entirely blank, every nerve ending focused entirely on the heavy, relentless stretch of him.

"Leon..." I cried out, tears brimming my eyes.

"Open." Leon demanded, pausing his hips long enough to hover right above my face, roughly grabbing my jaw with his free hand.

I furrowed my brows slightly, but parted my lips like he wanted me to. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned down and spat directly into my open mouth, his grip on my hands tightening just enough to keep me still.

"Use your words." Leon rasped, his thumb dragging across my bottom lip, making me swallow. "Tell me how much better this is. Tell me I feel better than my son ever did."

"You're...so much better," I whimpered out, my voice cracking under the weight of his gaze. "Leon...you feel so much better...so much bigger than him..."

I squeezed my eyes shut, my words just spewing out like vomit. "I've always wanted it to be you...fuck! I've always thought of you!"

I heard Leon chuckle. "Good girl."

Leon pressed my body against the leather cushions. The heavy, wet slap of skin echoing through the quiet room was deafening as he drove his thick length all the way inside me, bottoming out with every single thrust.

My hands flexed fruitlessly against where he had my wrists pinned above my head. Every deep, punishing surge of his hips hit the right spot inside me.

"Look at you." Leon groaned, his breath hot and ragged against my neck, watching my face completely undo itself beneath him. "Clenching so tight around my cock...taking me so good."

"Shit!" I screamed out, my back arching completely off the couch, my legs trembling violently against his ribs as my orgasm crashes over my body, my mind, my soul. I haven't came this much ever.

Leon drove into me three more times, before buying himself balls deep, and holding himself pinned inside me as his own orgasm struck. I felt his hot, thick come paint my inner walls. His grip on my wrists finally loosened, his hand coming up to cup the back of my neck as he pulled me up against his chest, burying his face in the crook of my shoulder as we both tried to catch our breaths. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the ragged breathing shared between us and the quiet ticking of the clock on the wall.

Slowly, Leon eased his weight back, pulling out of me, that drew one last, exhausted whimper from my lips. He didn't move far, resting on his knees between my legs as he reached over to pull the throw blanket off the back of the couch, gently draping it over my trembling body.

He wiped a thumb across my wet cheek, clearing the stray tears, his expression unreadable as the heavy reality of what we'd just done settled into the quiet space between us. He rested his head on my shoulder, and wrapped his arms around me.

"So." I said, trying to ease the tension. "I had fun."

"Yeah." Leon gave me a genuine smile. "I did too."

I looked up at the ceiling, closing my eyes. "We didn't even watch the movie."

I heard Leon laugh, so I looked down at him. "We can still watch it if you want."

"Nah." I turned my body carefully to face him. "Would it be crazy if I said I wanted another round?"

A smirk grew on Leon's face. "Not at all."

"I mean, can you even keep up, old man?"

Leon's eyes glint, raising a brow. "Old man?"

It was all because of a stupid joke Toph made at dinner; one that everyone took lightly but you.

“So since Aang’s still alive..” she started with a dirty snicker at the man’s absence, quite tipsy, playfully nudging Katara’s side. “That means the Airbenders could be brought back. Think you and him could repopulate the Air nation, Sugar Queen? Have little Airbender babies filling up the temples?”

“What the hell— No!” Katara shoves her off, flustered and embarrassed, groaning in defeat at the others’ laughs.

Zuko offers her a timid smile, his words a little slurred from the drinking. “But it’s true, no? That would be a very heroic act, Katara.”

“Drop it, you guysss..” she sighs, downing one more shot, Toph’s noisy cackling mingling with Sokka’s until they’re interrupted by their synchronized hiccuping, which only causes them to laugh even louder.

Your grip tightens around your glass. You were glad nobody was looking at you; you wouldn’t know how to justify the glare you were throwing their way.

Images of Aang and Katara naked and tangled under the sheets suddenly plagued your mind, and you couldn’t tell if they were the cause of your headache or if that was the work of your sixth drink.

You huff, squeezing your eyes shut and shaking the thoughts off. This was ridiculous.

You push yourself up from the floor, and that piques Katara’s attention. She looks up at you, a little worried. “Leaving already? Is everything okay, sweetie?”

A twinge of guilt tugs at your heartstrings at the genuine worry in her voice. You give her a small nod, and your best attempt at a smile, “Just had too much to drink, don’t worry. I’ll go upstairs, to check on Aang.”

“Gooood,” Toph drawls through a fit of giggles, raising her hand to give you a thumbs up while Sokka refills her mug. “Tell him that Katara’s gonna bring back the Air nation while you’re at it. Gonna give him loooots of babies. Pregnant Katara, pregnant with little Airbenders. Buuunch of ‘em.”

Your lips purse tightly, and as much as you wanted to, you refrain from throwing your glass at her face. “.. Alright. Goodbye.”

You walk off, Katara’s exasperated denials and Toph’s increasingly dirty jokes fading into a dull noise as you storm up the stairs.

You don’t even know why this was upsetting you so badly. Sure, you had a little crush on Aang but.. it’s not like he was yours. He probably would never be.

You weren’t even a bender; so why in the world would he ever pick you over Katara?

Sweet, pretty, skilled Katara. Unbearably perfect Katara.

Everyone in the group pictured them together for good reason; she was the perfect match for him. And you did love them both a lot as your dear friends.. so why were you this worked up?

Tears prick at your eyes when you stand in front of Aang’s door. You quickly wipe them off with the back of your hand, bewildered at the fact that you were actually crying over this.

You sigh. You shouldn’t have had so much to drink, this was all the alcohol.

After a few more minutes of mulling over your words and composing yourself, you knock on the door softly. Three knocks.

“Come in!” His voice, breezy like always but a little weighed down by the exhaustion of night work, shoots right through your chest like an arrow. You suck in a sharp breath, then slowly slide the door open.

“Ohh, thank Spirits you’re here.” He practically whines as he tips his head back against his chair, limp as a ragdoll. “Dumb Avatar work won’t end, I swear I thought I was about to die from boredom. You’re my savior.”

You force a small smile and walk over to his desk, setting down your glass with a bit of sake left, that he wastes no time in stealing and chugging down in a second.

He exhales with a wide grin, very pleased, melting back against his chair. “Really, really my savior.”

You stare at him silently. Your gaze lingers on the pretty arch of his eyebrows, the light blush already tinting his cheeks because he had the liquor tolerance of a two year old, the adorable twinkle in those tired, happy doe eyes..

You look further down, noting the squeeze of his too-big back against the borrowed chair, and the way his legs twisted uncomfortably to fit under the somehow small-for-him desk.

Downsides of a bigger build, huh. Your mouth dries up a little.

It physically hurt that you couldn’t have him.

His puzzled, sad frown snaps you out of your haze. “You’re not even listening to me.. am I boring you?”

“Oh, no, no, not at all. I’m sorry.” You wave your hands wildly, embarrassed and grateful that he seemingly didn’t pick up on your inappropriate leering. “I just.. just..”

The more you look into his eyes, the heavier your heart feels.

Your friends’ words keep ringing in the back of your head, the filthy images of him and Katara together in different positions refusing to leave your tipsy mind.

Spirits, you felt like you could cry again. Damn you, inhibition-lowering alcohol. And damn you, Toph.

Once again, you’re pulled out of your thoughts by him. His large hand wraps around yours, his features scrunched in worry at the sight of your teary eyes. “Are you okay, sweetheart? Tell me what’s wrong.”

Now was not the time for his stupid nicknames. This was so unfair to your poor heart.

“I am. It’s just.. this dumb thing that happened earlier.” You look down at your hand in his, your eyes welling up much to your embarrassment and dismay.

His fingers gently curl around yours, urging you to look at him. “What dumb thing? Please tell me.”

‘No.’ You wanted to say. ‘It concerns you, so how could I tell you?’ You tell yourself.

Staying silent or lying was the smart idea.

..

Maybe you would’ve been smarter sober.

With the alcohol in your system, and those beautiful eyes boring into yours so intimately in the dark of the night, the moonlight reflecting in his pupils.. you don’t feel the words spill out of your lips until you hear them yourself.

“It’s nothing. Just a joke Toph made,” with each syllable that left your mouth, your brain desperately tried to hit the brakes and shut you up, regret already pooling in your gut as you helplessly watched yourself commit the stupidest mistake of your life. “About.. you and Katara. Talked about you two.. uhm.. repopulating the Air nation, or whatever. Like.. Airbenders aren’t totally extinct since you.. you’re still here. You could, y’know, make more—”

“I-I get the gist,” he interjects, blushing while his grip tightens around your hand. He sighs lowly and shakes the thought off. “Of course it’s Toph. But.. I’m still lost.”

He tilts his head, blinking up at you so sweetly you almost melt. “I think I get the joke. Dirty, sure. But I’m not sure why it’s sad?”

“Sad?” You answer back, just as puzzled. “It’s not sad, though?”

He nods, both of you like lost puppies. “I know. So why is it making you cry?”

Fuck.

Your addled brain racks itself to come up with a reason fast enough, but oh, who were you kidding?

“It’s just..” you look down at the empty glass, wishing it was full so you could down it and hopefully choke on it. “..I don’t know.”

Could you have picked a worse answer? Hard to tell.

A long silence settles between you two, and you can feel his heavy, curious gaze on you without even needing to look at him. You regret doing so, because with the way his eyes suspiciously narrow, his oblivious mind exhausting the possible explanations for your state, you can see him work closer up to the conclusion.

“Welp,” you force an awkward chuckle, patting his hand before sliding yours off his grasp and taking a few steps back, hoping to make it out of here before he figures it out. “I’m sorry to bother you, Aang. It’s nothing really, I think it’s just the drinks getting to me. You know how they always make me soo emotional. Anyway, I just wanted to check up on you, so I’ll get going now.”

You turn around and pick up your pace, but before your fingers find the knob, a gust of wind pushes the door just right out of your reach.

“Wait.” His voice sends a shiver up your spine, cold sweat suddenly rolling off your temples. “Are you..?”

He trails off again, and your limbs grow shakier. This was such a dumb idea, why did you even have to go up to his office? Dumb, dumb, dumb.

You take a deep breath and take one more step to the door, but this time it’s slammed shut with a sharper gust.

“Were you..” You can hear the scraping of his chair as he stands up, your heart sinking down to your ass. “.. Jealous?”

And, unfortunately, there it was.

Even then, knowing Aang, you could’ve still flipped it around. Laughed and played it off. Told him he was wrong. He would’ve believed you.

But, unable to even look up from the door knob, the dumbest answer rolls out of your heavy tongue, a tipsy lightheadedness washing over you for a second. “.. Yes.”

At this point, you didn’t even care anymore. It couldn’t possibly get any worse than this. Maybe now he could laugh at how weird you were being and send you off, finally putting off the burning flames in your chest.

You wait for the longest time, neither of you moving, and right when you expect him to burst out giggling, a firm command escapes his lips instead. “Turn around.”

You blink, dazed.

You slowly turn around, and your breath hitches at the sight before you. Aang standing with his palms flat against the desk, his chest silently heaving, wisps of steam slipping out of his parted lips, more redness across his cheeks, broad and bulky and scary with his no longer sparkling eyes.

There was only what you could describe as heat in them. Not from anger, no, but something awfully akin to lust that had a foreign heat pooling deep in your lower tummy.

Was the alcohol making you see things? Was this just wishful thinking?

“Come here,” he orders again, but it’s shaky this time. Your feet comply before you can process it, and you feel your guts twisting with dread and hopeful anticipation.

Spirits, did you make him uncomfortable? You’d never seen him like this before.

When you finally stand before him, only the desk separating you, your fingers curl around your skirt in guilt. “Aang, I’m so sorry. You already have enough on your plate, I shouldn’t have said anything— Mmf!!”

You’re cut off with a rough kiss, sudden and heated from the get-go, big hands cupping your cheeks as his lips smush against yours in a sloppy mess. You want to make sense of it, but it’s hard to care when your brain’s this fuzzy and you’re living out one of your nightly fantasies.

Neither of you want to stop, breathlessly lapping at each other’s warm tongues and moaning at the unfamiliar feel, swapping sweet sake-flavored saliva.

He reluctantly breaks it with a wet pop, gazing down at you so desperately it had you squeezing your thighs together.

“Don’t move.” Aang whispers, trailing around the table to stand behind you, the order nailing your feet down to the floor. A soft gasp slips from your kiss-bitten lips when his hands tentatively rest on your hips, his breath hot against your ear as his buff body presses against your back. “Is this what you wanted?”

With his touch slowly travelling down to your thighs, all words die out on the tip of your tongue and you can only nod, swallowing thickly.

“You were jealous.” He states again, his voice low and gravelly, like the fact wasn’t embarrassing enough being said the one time. “You’d rather Toph made that joke about you, correct?”

You would’ve answered that, if something huge didn’t poke you in the ass the next second.

Heavens, what the hell was— Oh.

“You have nothing to worry about,” Aang murmurs into your ear, giving your thighs reassuring rubs as he grows unbearably hard against your backside. “I don’t want to.. repopulate the Air nation with Katara, if that’s any consolation. I don’t.”

The words do soothe you a little, but the dirty images are burnt into the back of your eyelids, looping in your mind like a cruel parade, making you shudder against him. “Thank you. I just.. I keep imagining it, and it kills me. Just imagining you on top of her and fucking her— Ah!”

You squeal, startled, when you’re swiftly spun around with not so breezy hands, facing his towering figure with a lick of your bottom lip.

His hands hook around the hem, sliding his shirt off to reveal his muscular frame in all its glory, your gaze sliding down the arrow tattoos, but you’re not given much time before the same hands slide down to the back of your thighs to lift you up on the desk.

He sweeps off the paperwork, crowded between your legs, and you can’t help but moan at how much your thighs have to spread just to wrap around his waist.

So big. In every sense of the word.

“This— Is this what you imagine?” The question’s breathless, lowering himself to look at you and you throb at the eye contact. So does he, judging from the twitching you feel against your inner thigh.

You let out a quivery sigh, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders while he leans even closer, his steamy breath mingling with yours. “..Kind of..”

He nods at that, glances around hesitantly, then decides to push you flat down on the desk. It’s firm but not rough, your head landing softly on the hardwood thanks to an air cushion he swirled up. “How about this?”

You’re about to reply with a “maybe” when wild fingers swiftly fumble with his belt, lowering his pants enough for him to spring up— WOAH!

Your face is set ablaze, quickly looking away, eyes blown wide open in a mix of shock, dread, and helpless arousal.

His hands find your hips once more, tugging your skirt up to reveal your plush thighs and a patch of your lacies that has him choking on a gasp.

He grabs your jaw, turning your head back to face him, desire and uncertainty swimming in his pretty brown eyes. “Are you.. sure about this? There’s no going back.”

“Please,” it slips out of you with a needy gasp, your legs wrapping around his waist while your hands roam over his wide shoulders. “Yes.”

With the blood rushing in your ears, you can’t hear his whispered word, but from the way his face scrunches up, you assume it was a curse.

Your skirt is fully ridden up with a gust of wind, one that (unintentionally or not) flicks up against your clothed folds and has you shivering in his grasp.

Thick fingers tug the delicate fabric to the side, and he moans in awe at the sight of your drooling slit, already so ready for him.

“So wet,” he comments as he admires the slick coating your glistening cunt, not ripping his eyes off it like it was a piece of art. The prolonged staring makes you self-conscious and embarrassed, but when your thighs shift just a little bit to hide yourself, firm hands keep them separated and he looks up at you, mildly offended. “No, don’t hide from me. You asked for this.”

“Well, I didn’t think your staring was on the menu,” you sputter out, flushed.

“I’m sorry, she’s just so beautiful.” He sighs softly, and your breath is knocked out of your lungs when he starts tracing your folds. “I can’t believe you’re already this wet. You wanted me this badly?”

His questions are genuine, but they only increase your shame. Aang senses that, and so decides to finally give you a taste of what you want.

“Fuck—!” Your back archs off the desk with a yelp, two of his abnormally big digits prodding at your sopping wet hole. It takes some time, but when they finally slip inside you, your pussy greedily sucks them in, earning a pleased grunt from him. “Good girl. Gripping me so nicely.”

It feels illegal to even hear such words from him outside the fake scenarios you touched yourself to at night. More desperate mewls are coaxed out of you when he starts scissoring you open, the pads of his fingertips pressing skillfully against your spongy spot and curling upwards.

“Need to get you ready for me,” he breathes out, stretching you out with a third finger that has you ferally clawing at his back. “So you can take me.”

Steam is wafting off him as he pounds his fingers in and out of your tight walls, unable to look away from your fluttering cunt. His calloused thumb comes to swipe over your perked up clit, a wail ripping through your throat. The sound has him lifting his eyes to check on you, and the sight of tears filling the rim of your eyes, your lips contorted into a quivering pout, your hair pooling so prettily around your head, sends a hot jolt of arousal down to his cock.

“Spirits, you—you’re so pretty.” He babbles dazedly, dragging another scream out of you with a thrust of his fingers. “Pretty, pretty girl. I need you now.”

With a few more rubs to your puffy clit, he suddenly pulls away, your arms tightening around him with a pitiful cry.

“No no, don’t cry, please.” Aang wipes the tears off your eyes, stealing a warm kiss from your puckered lips. “I’ll take care of you now baby, I promise.”

His entire body burned hot with his firebending, but especially his hands; scalding as they slid up the back of your thighs to push your legs up against your chest in a mating press.

But even his hot touch paled in comparison to the heat between your thighs.

He exhales through his nose, one of his hands ditching you to wrap around his girthy cock, lazily fisting himself as the tip flushed an angrier red, veins forking up the length.

You gasp when he lines himself up, the leaking tip gliding over your slit like he owned it, and your eyes roll back at its pure thickness.

You didn’t even know if you could take him.

He lowers himself over you, his bare chest pressed flush against yours as he litters your neck with warm open-mouthed kisses. “Ready for me?”

He takes your pathetic whimper as a “yes”, swallowing it with his tongue while he slowly pushes in.

His pre-cum mixes with your slick in filthy squelches, and you both moan loudly when he finally pushes through the tight ring of muscle, plunging into your velvety walls.

You’d think it’d be easier with him prepping you with three of his fingers, but the big stretch was still scream-worthy.

“I—I can’t,” he whines against your lips after some minutes pass by, frowning down at you so sweetly. “I really want to be gentle and good to you, b-but it’s so hard. With how you feel around me, I just wanna— wanna— ugh, lose control. You— feel so good..”

His words have your organs collapsing against each other, your cunt fluttering around him with arousal at the thought of rough sex with the sweet, tender Avatar before you.

How could you resist such a nasty demand made with the most adorable look?

“Lose it.” You whisper into his mouth, feeling his entire back tense up under your hands. You pull him in for a brief kiss, “I want you to lose it.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, your eyes widening at the flickering of his tattoos. “D—Don’t say that.”

His slow thrusts grow faster and rougher, each inch splitting you further and completely numbing your tipsy mind, broken moans ripping through your hoarse throat when he bottoms out.

You try to adjust to his size, the lingering pain only increasing your pleasure as he rolls his hips into the flesh of your ass, his grip deadly tight around your folded thighs. “Spirits—”

The desk clatters under you, mewling in tandem while he tries to fight the Avatar state, flashes of blinding white forcing you to shut your eyes but they were just as quickly forced back open at the animal pounding that accompanied them.

Holy mother of God, you could feel him in your womb.

“Is—” He grunts, suddenly ripping your top off with his teeth to bare your chest to his hungry gaze. You’re taken off guard, choking on your startled yelp when he hikes your hips up to deepen his angle and fuck you harder, his eyes drinking in the bounce of your gorgeous tits. “Is this what you imagined?”

You could hardly tell if it was Aang anymore, tears streaming down your face and hiccuping sobs while his wild thrusts bruised your cervix.

You feel him twitch inside you, his pace stuttering for a second, and that’s when you know he’s close.

He leans down to capture one of your peaked nipples between his teeth, nipping and licking at the sensitive bud as he reveled in your whiny cries. His svelte fingers take care of the neglected one, twisting and rolling it while his tongue flicked harshly against your left.

When his lips close on it in a sucking motion, your mind goes blank and your eyes cross, drool leaking out of your mouth when you open it to beg for release.

With your pleading and the way your cunt lovingly squeezes around his throbbing dick, he completely loses it and brutally picks up the pace.

“Gonna.. gonna cum,” he slurs, latching off your chest to gaze down at your wrecked face. “Pump you full of me. That’s what you want, right?”

He takes your loud moan to his words as approval, drunk on your noises as he fucks you with the stamina that could only belong to the Avatar.

“Fuck, need— need to breed you.” He turns into an incoherent mess, each thrust fucking your earlier scenarios right out of your head, Katara’s image gradually being replaced by yours. Your nails draw blood, scratching down his muscular back while he gets off to the thought of knocking you up, his fingers sliding down to rub fast circles on your clit. “My—my sweet girl, gonna give me lots of little Airbenders. You want that, don’t you? Stuffed full of my cum, bearing my children. You’ll make me a daddy.”

If his cock destroying your cervix wasn’t enough to make you cum, his words definitely did it.

Your orgasm crashes over you, your toes curling in the air, gushing all over him with a broken cry and so does he, the feel of your walls clamping down on him so tightly tipping him over the edge as hot ropes of thick cum paint your insides white.

It’s so warm — and so much — you almost cum again from the sheer sensation.

“Gonna get you pregnant,” he breathlessly pants, angling your hips up for none of his cum to slip out of you. Your pussy spasms around him, thoroughly milking him dry and you don’t know if it’s just the tipsiness, but you could swear you felt all his warm seed seep through your cervix and fill up your womb.

You’re both drenched in sweat, fighting for air. He gives you a few more thrusts for good measure, draining himself out entirely, eliciting an overstimulated mewl from you, before reluctantly pulling out of what he would later consider his home.

Dazed, he watches your swollen folds clench around nothing, and when he sees some of his cum dribble out of them, he tuts and fingers it back inside you. He does this for the next minutes, making sure you’ve taken all of him, appreciating your needy squirms and whimpers each time.

When he’s satisfied with himself, he exhales deeply, all his earlier savageness gone for an affectionate look in his eyes as he gazes down at you. He gives you a fond smile, pressing his large palm flat against where your womb is. “You’ll grow me some Airbenders in here, won’t you? Birth me back my nation?”

Too fucked out to answer, you nod weakly, limp in his grasp. He leans down to kiss you tenderly, slow and warm and wet. “I can’t wait. In some months, everyone will know what happened here. They’ll know who you belong to, who you craved tonight. You’ll be all big and swollen with my babies.”

The thought has you furiously blushing, your arms wrapping tighter around his shoulders. “W-Well.. it’s still too early to know if I’ll be preg—”

“Oh you will be.” He answers with a cheeky grin, patting your belly again. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”

You blink at him, incredulous, a small smile tugging at your lips too. “But that’s not how it works. There’s no guarantee that I’m pregnant, even if you know what you’re doing.”

At that, he groans, tucking his face into the crook of your neck while his heavy body rests over yours. “But I’m the Avatar. My stuff’s gotta be special. I’m sure it worked, you’re definitely knocked up.”

You return his tired hug, letting out a soft exasperated sigh. “.. Sure, Aang.”

Meanwhile, everyone downstairs remained blissfully ignorant of what the hell happened a floor above them, all busy with their drinks and tipsy banter.

All, except for a very drunk earthbender that heard everything through the walls. Who was thankfully way too drunk to properly tell the others, only shouting garbled congratulations to the ceiling that nobody bothered to understand. “Niiiice. Good going, Twinkle toes. You lucky dog.”

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* i’d be popping out babies left and right with this yummy bald man.. if you see any mistakes leave me alone i hate proofreading.

"If she was truly here..." he said, each word measured carefully, "where is she now?"

Renshi lowered his eyes. "She departed with those who escaped the palace. The rest of us remained behind."

The old captain drew a slow breath, expecting to continue, but Zuko cut him off before another word could leave his mouth.

"How?"

Renshi looked up.

"My lord?"

"My sister." Zuko's voice had hardened. "How did she become involved with the Shinu when your lord resented her?"

Daiken answers his question, taking over for his father. 

"It was never part of the original plan."

Renshi inclined his head, allowing him to continue.

"Like my father mentioned, our former clan leader wished to restore our family's claim through diplomacy." Daiken kept his eyes lowered, speaking carefully. 

"He knew you too had suffered beneath Fire Lord Ozai's rule after you were banished. He believed that, given enough time, the matter could be settled without bloodshed."

"A marriage alliance," Zuko said quietly, remembering what had been mentioned earlier.

"Yes." Daiken nodded.

"Tell me more about it."

"The young master's sister was to be offered in marriage. The clan believed that if you accepted her hand, both bloodlines could coexist without another civil conflict."

"And then the clan leader died."

The answer came from Renshi this time.

"Their eldest son inherited the clan...but he was not his father. He had no interest in peace," Renshi continued. 

"He believed diplomacy had only weakened our house. He wanted the throne taken.."

Zuko folded his arms.

"How did that path led him to Azula?"

Neither father nor son answered immediately.

Finally, Daiken spoke. "It was she who approached him."

"What?"

"Princess Azula sought him out a few weeks ago." Daiken swallowed. "She told him she had no desire to see the throne pass to you. She said if our clan wished to reclaim it...she would help us."

Zuko stared at him.

"...Why?"

"She said she had no interest in ruling beside a weak king." Daiken's mouth tightened. "She promised that once you were dead, she would see the throne restored to our young master. In return..." He hesitated. 

"...she asked only one thing."

"What?"

"That your death belong to her." The chamber went completely still and the three prisoners lowered their eyes. 

"She departed with those who escaped the palace. The rest of us remained behind." After a brief pause, he drew a slow breath before continuing. 

"My lord...We have told you everything we know. I ask only that you grant safe passage to my youngest son. My eldest and I will remain here and answer for our crimes, but Kaito has no future if he remains."

The boy immediately struggled against his chains.

"Father, no—"

"Enough," Daiken interrupted firmly, not even looking toward him. "Be silent."

Kaito's protest died upon his lips, though the fear lingering in his eyes remained impossible to ignore.

Zuko looked at the boy only briefly before turning away. His thoughts had already raced elsewhere, every instinct urging him toward the upper floors of the palace.

"Keep them under constant watch," he ordered the guards outside, already making for the door. "No one is to enter this chamber without my permission."

The captain struck his fist against his chest. "Yes, Fire Lord."

"Uncle. Grand Chamberlain." Zuko did not slow his pace. "Meet me in my study."

Neither man questioned him as they had heard enough to know something had gone terribly wrong.

The door had closed behind Zuko with a quiet click after his visit to you new chambers, leaving the room wrapped in a silence that felt suffocating. 

You remained seated upon the bed long after he had gone, staring blankly toward the new royal garments hanging neatly on the wooden rack across the room, though your thoughts had wandered far from silk robes and palace chambers. 

No matter how desperately you tried to steady your breathing, your mind refused to remain still, returning to the conversation you had shared only moments ago, to what you knew Zuko had wished to discuss, to the mistake you wished with every part of yourself had never happened.

The maids entered not long afterward to help you change into a lighter robe for the afternoon. You thanked them quietly, allowing them to brush out your hair and adjust the fresh bandages beneath your shoulder wrappings before one of them approached with the tray containing the physician's medicines.

"My Lady, it is time for your second dose." She said gently, placing the wooden tray on the bedside table.

You accepted the bitter syrups without complaint, swallowing each one with practiced reluctance before taking the small capsule the physician had prescribed in front of you that morning. The familiar taste lingered unpleasantly upon your tongue, making you grimace ever so slightly.

"I shall be resting for the remainder of the day," you informed them once the tray had been cleared away. "Please do not disturb me unless it is absolutely necessary."

The women bowed in understanding.

"Of course." 

Once they had gone, the room fell silent again.

You lowered yourself carefully against the pillows, mindful not to aggravate your wound, and closed your eyes in the hope that sleep would quiet the thoughts refusing to leave you. 

Instead, your mind wandered to Aang almost immediately, wondering whether he had reached Republic City safely, whether he had remembered to eat, whether Appa had grown tired after such a long journey.

Then, without invitation, another face intruded.

The golden eyes.

You groaned softly, covering your face with both hands.

"No..."

The whispered plea was directed at no one but yourself.

You refused to think about him. You refused to replay the conversation, the kiss, or even the entire night for that matter. 

You had made your decision the moment he left this room. 

It had been a mistake. One that would remain buried forever.

Eventually, exhaustion succeeded and sleep claimed you before another thought could form.

You awoke with a sharp breath at the sound of the chamber door closing.

For a brief, disoriented moment you remained still, blinking against the darkness that had settled beyond the windows. The last traces of daylight had vanished entirely, replaced by lantern light flickering warmly across the walls.

A maid stood near the entrance, offering you an apologetic bow.

"I beg your pardon for waking you, My Lady, but it is time for your evening medicine."

You glanced toward the window, surprised to find the sky already swallowed by night.

"I had not intended to sleep so long, but my body feels well rested." You murmured, slowly pushing yourself upright as you looked at the maid's tray.

"I had believed it best to eat before taking my medicine."

"The physician instructed us not to delay your dosage. You may eat afterward. Another maid has already prepared your meal and will assist you once you have taken your medicine."

You nodded in understanding, watching her prepare the medicines on the bedside table. One by one, the familiar bottles were arranged before you exactly as they had been earlier that day.

Then your attention settled upon something new.

Beside the usual capsule rested another, slightly smaller than the first and your brows knitted together.

"I do not believe I was prescribed that."

The maid looked up immediately.

"Lord Zuko instructed that it be added after consulting with the physician this afternoon."

You continued studying the unfamiliar medicine.

"He did?"

"Yes, My Lady."

Silence settled between you for a moment before you slowly shook your head.

"I shall not be taking it."

The maid blinked.

"My Lady?"

"I was feeling considerably better this morning than I had been yesterday." You reached instead for the medicines you recognized, swallowing the bitter syrups first before taking the original capsule prescribed by the physician. 

Setting the empty cup aside, you glanced once more toward the unfamiliar medicine remaining untouched upon the tray. 

"If Lord Zuko believes another dosage necessary, I would rather hear it from him directly."

The maid shifted awkwardly where she stood, her fingers tightening around the edge of the tray.

"My Lady...he only wishes for your recovery."

"I do not doubt his intentions," you replied gently, "but I would still prefer to ask him myself before adding another medicine to those I have already been prescribed."

She hesitated, clearly uncertain how to proceed.

"Then...shall I send word for His Majesty?"

You inclined your head.

"Please do."

The maid did not answer back, neither did she move when you expected her to leave.

At first, you assumed she had simply been considering your request, her silence no different from the hesitation of every servant unwilling to question a royal command. 

Yet the longer it lingered, the more unnatural it became.

"Is Lord Zu—"

The word never left your lips.

A violent force struck the side of your forehead, shattering against your temple before you even registered the object in her hand. 

The porcelain vase that had rested innocently upon your bedside table only moments ago exploded across your bedding and the floor in a shower of broken fragments, while a sharp pain burst through your skull making your vision blurred.

A cry escaped you involuntarily as you toppled sideways onto the mattress, one hand flying instinctively to your head, feeling warmth seeped rapidly between your fingers.

Before you could gather yourself, the maid was already upon you.

Her knee drove into the mattress beside your waist, pinning you in place while one hand seized your jaw with surprising strength. The other held the unfamiliar capsule between two fingers, forcing it toward your lips.

"Open your mouth."

Your eyes widened in horror.

You twisted away with every ounce of strength you possessed, your injured shoulder screaming in protest as the sudden movement tore painfully through the healing flesh beneath its bandages. 

The pain was blinding, yet your terror seemed to drowned it out completely. You shoved against her arm, shaking your head violently until the capsule slipped from her grasp, bouncing once against the blankets before disappearing somewhere onto the floor.

"No!"

The woman cursed beneath her breath and you took advantage of that single moment.

With both hands you thrust against her shoulders, managing to throw her balance just enough to scramble free. 

Every movement sent agony tearing across your back, but the matter of  survival silenced every complaint your body tried to make. 

You slipped from the bed awkwardly, nearly collapsing as your bare feet struck the floor, trying to avoid the shattered vase on the floor as you moved toward the chamber door.

Although, you couldn't reach it as an arm wrapped around your waist from behind, wrenching you backwards with startling force. Before you could scream, her hand clamped tightly over your mouth, smothering every sound, and something cold settled against the side of your neck.

Steel.

Your entire body went rigid realizing what it was, feeling the blade pressed just enough for its edge to bite against your skin.

"There now," the woman murmured near your ear, her voice stripped entirely of the softness and gentle politeness she had worn only moments ago. 

"Let's not make this difficult, hm?"

Your breathing came in frantic, muffled gasps beneath her hand, tears stinging your eyes more from fear than pain.

"You ruined everything," she hissed. 

"Do you have any idea how irritating you are? We were certain you would die last night." A humorless laugh escaped her. "Imagine my surprise when I heard he did everything to help you survive."

You squeezed your eyes shut.

Who...?

"I should've known I couldn't leave something this important to other people."

The knife shifted ever so slightly against your throat.

"If you had simply swallowed the medicine, none of this would've been necessary."

A knock echoed through the chamber.

"My Lady?"

The familiar voice beyond the door froze the blood in your veins.

Zuko.

The woman behind you smiled.

"Perfect timing," she whispered, tightening her grip around your mouth before leaning closer. 

"Let him in. You're going to tell your guard everything is fine."

Your breathing slowed down, trying to meet the woman's eyes in your confusion who didn't seem to realize it was the Fire Lord standing outside your door. 

If she had, she wouldn't have suggested letting him enter.

"Now," the woman whispered against your ear, the blade remaining firm beneath your jaw, "convince him you're alright and tell him to leave."

Your throat felt painfully dry but you forced yourself to breathe despite the sharp blade pressing against your skin.

"C-come in."

The hand over your mouth disappeared as the woman retreated in silence, taking you with her until your back met the heavy curtains beside the window. She disappeared behind the fabric, leaving only the knife visible where it rested against your throat.

The chamber door opened.

Zuko stepped inside cautiously, his eyes finding you almost immediately. Relief flickered across his features for the briefest moment before concern replaced it entirely.

"My Lady..." His voice softened. "You are bleeding."

You could not answer, feeling yourself stricken with fear, feel the cold steel on your skin despite it not being there.

"Zuko...I am fine."

His eyebrows grew knitted as he crossed half the room in only a few strides, alarm growing with each step as he took in the fresh blood running from your forehead.

"What happened?" he demanded. "Did you fall? Why are there no—"

The curtains stirred in such a subtle movement that he almost overlooked it, ruling it out as a breeze.

But seeing a faint shadow move with it made his halt in his steps.

The woman emerged from behind the crimson drapery with effortless grace, one arm sliding around your shoulders while the other brought the dagger back against your throat before you had the chance to move. 

You trembled violently beneath her hold, your breathing turning shallow as the woman smiled over your shoulder.

Golden eyes met amber.

"...Azula."

The name escaped Zuko soundlessly making his sister tilt her head, the familiar smirk spreading across her face.

"Hello, Zuzu."

You stared ahead in stunned silence.

Azula.

The name echoed through your mind.

The first time you heard it was from Aang. It had been one quiet evening after you absentmindedly traced the scar upon his lower back with gentle fingertips, asking him how he had come by such a terrible wound. 

He had never given you the full story, only telling you that the Fire Lord's daughter, Azula, had nearly killed him years before the war ended, and that it was a memory none of his friends liked revisiting because, for a brief moment, they had all believed they had lost him.

The second time was only the night before, from Zuko himself. As the two of you spoke through the long hours until dawn, he had shared pieces of his past that left your heart aching for the lonely boy he once was. 

You had noticed more than once, more than his own father, he had looked troubled speaking of Azula.

At the time, you felt strongly that Zuko blamed himself for most of the failures surrounding his life, including the downfall of his sister that landed her in the asylum.

Both him and Aang had looked disturbed speaking of this woman, and looking at her now, it became painfully obvious why.

"Let her go, Azula." You observe Zuko as he spoke, noticing his inclined posture in case his sister takes any drastic measures.

Her response was a mere chuckle, feeling the sound creep down your skin and root fear in your body.

"As much as I'd love to catch up," she sighed dramatically, "I have to admit, I'm a little disappointed." Her eyes drifted down toward you before returning to her brother. 

"I thought you'd be married to Mai by now. Guess that's over. Killing her would have been killing two birds with a single stone, after all, she betrayed me too." She sighs, her mouth curving up to be a cruel smirk

"But this one..." Azula drags her last words, her vacant hand weaving through your hair and tugging harshly making you gasp at the pain.

"...is good enough. It was a perfect opportunity to let that lonesome airbender out of your clutches."

Despite the terror coursing through your body, something hot settled beneath your ribs. You turned your head ever so slightly.

"Lonesome...airbender?" you repeated quietly, your voice unsteady despite your efforts to steady it. "That...is a curious way...to refer to my husband."

Azula smiled.

"Is that so?"

"It...is inaccurate."

A soft hum escaped her. "You don't think he's lonely?"

You frowned. "He has...never been!"

"Not anymore," she corrected pleasantly. "Though I suppose nearly dying has a way of making people appreciate company."

Her fingers absently twirled a strand of your hair before tightening without warning, drawing another sharp breath from you.

"Then again..." She tilted her head ever so slightly, studying your face with open fascination. "Perhaps he simply found someone lonelier than himself."

When you refused to answer, your silence only seemed to amuse her further.

"Oh, don't look so offended." Her eyes wandered leisurely across your face, lingering upon the tears gathering despite your determined attempts to blink them away.

"Let her go, Azula."

Zuko's voice cut through the corridor before she could continue, both hands lifting slowly in front of him as he settled into a stance prepared to move at a moment's notice.

"I will not hold back this time."

His sister's smile never faltered.

Zuko's mind raced.

As long as Azula kept you pressed against her, she could shift your body into the path of any attack he launched, and no matter how precise he believed his bending to be, there was no strike he trusted enough to risk your life upon. One wrong movement, one instinctive flinch, and you would be the one paying for his mistake.

He had to remain patient.

Whatever had happened inside that asylum during the past decade, it could not have left her untouched. She had yet to summon even the smallest flicker of flame, something that unsettled him almost as much as it reassured him. Azula had never hesitated to bend before, especially when fire had always been the first language she spoke.

Perhaps she truly hadn't recovered.

Perhaps the years of confinement had weakened her more than anyone anticipated.

Or perhaps...

She wanted him to believe exactly that.

He couldn't afford to gamble on either possibility when the only certainty before him was the blade resting against your throat, and as long as it remained there, provoking her any further would only place you in greater danger.

Yet that was precisely what you continued to do.

The night before, as the two of you sat speaking until dawn, he had begun noticing the things he had overlooked. The careful composure you wore whenever you wished to hide your emotions, the subtle tightening of your hands whenever anxiety crept into your thoughts or whether it be the measured cadence of your voice whenever you forced yourself to remain calm.

Looking at you now, he saw through it immediately.

You were terrified.

So terrified that he hadn't see you move form your place this entire time.

Your feet had not shifted from where Azula first positioned you, despite her constant shuffling behind you. It looked as though your body no longer belonged to you. 

The only signs of life were the minute tremors gathering beneath your eyes, the uneven rise and fall of your chest, and the almost imperceptible shudder that passed through you whenever Azula's voice rose into that deceptively sharp tone she reserved for tormenting others.

Even so, you refused to lower your gaze.

Every word you spoke, every response you gave was steady despite the tears threatening to spill over, and Zuko understood you weren't speaking for yourself.

You were speaking for Aang.

Whatever fear gripped your body had been eclipsed, however briefly, by the anger you carried on your husband's behalf, and it was that anger keeping your voice from breaking.

But it also threatened to get you killed, and if he was going to keep you safe, he would need you to move.

"Your hands haven't stopped shaking since I put this blade to your throat." Azula continues her taunts.

You hadn't even realized they were.

"You are frightened. Your pulse has been racing this entire conversation." Another faint smile curved her lips. "Yet you keep speaking."

"I think...you've spoken enough...for all of us, Miss Azula."

Zuko wanted to tell you to stop.

Every instinct screamed at him to keep her talking, to prevent Azula's attention from shifting toward violence, yet hearing you speak so casually to her filled him with dread.

You, however, could not stop.

All you could see was the scar beneath Zuko's eye.

All you could remember was Aang's quiet voice telling you that he had nearly died because of the woman standing behind you.

And even if she terrified you, your fear had found company in your anger.

Azula's smile lingered. You had spoken back to her twice now without flinching, and while she masked her irritation well, you noticed the subtle tightening of the hand gripping your hair.

"I suppose my brother has always had questionable taste," she mused, tilting her head ever so slightly. "First that Water Tribe peasant, now..." Her eyes wandered over you deliberately before settling upon your face. "...you."

Zuko's pulse lurched.

"My sister," he warned quietly, refusing to take his eyes off the dagger pressed against your throat, "this does not end well for you."

She rolled her eyes.

"You've always been dramatic, Zuzu."

"I am serious."

"So am I." The playfulness vanished from her voice so completely that the room seemed to grow colder.

"I've spent years listening to everyone praise you." Her grip around your hair tightened. 

"The banished prince became the noble Fire Lord. The disappointment became Father's greatest regret. Even uncle got his happy ending." She sneered again.

"It makes me sick."

"You brought this upon yourself," Zuko replied. "You had every opportunity to choose differently."

"I did choose."

"You chose revenge." His voice remained level despite the anger steadily rising beneath it. 

Azula scoffed. "And you chose weakness."

You watched Zuko's face, slowly realizing this conversation had happened a hundred different ways before you had ever entered his life. They were no longer arguing about the present. They were children again, standing beneath the shadow of a father who had taught them that affection had to be earned.

Then Zuko spoke again.

"I know about the Shinu. The prisoners talked," Zuko continued. "They told me everything."

"Did they?" she asked lightly, though you noticed her attention sharpen. "Which ones?"

Zuko did not answer.

"They told me enough."

A slow smile returned to her lips.

"Still protecting your little informants?" She chuckled. "How noble."

"They said you approached their leader and you promised him the throne."

At his words, there was a terrible pause in everything around you, physically feeling Azula's skin get colder against you, rivaling that of the cold blade. 

Then Azula laughed, throwing her head back and cackling openly. Your eyes instinctively sought Zuko's, silently pleading for his help in a way you couldn't bring yourself to voice, only for him to give the smallest shake of his head, far too familiar with his sister's games. 

Without taking his eyes off Azula, he subtly gestured for you to stop speaking, silently urging you not to indulge her any further.

"Oh, Spirits..." She wiped an imaginary tear from beneath her eye. "You actually believed that?"

Zuko's expression hardened.

"So you did lie to them."

"I lie all the time." She shrugged effortlessly. "You know that better than anyone, Zuzu."

Her smile widened.

"Did you honestly think I would hand the Fire Nation to the Shinu clan?" The disgust in her voice was unmistakable. "Please. They were useful. That was all."

"Then why involve them at all?"

"Because angry men are remarkably easy to manipulate. You know that very well, don't you?" She leaned her head lazily against yours. 

"Promise them revenge or justice. Promise them whatever they want to hear." Her shoulders lifted in an almost careless shrug. "Once they've served their purpose...they become someone else's problem."

"I never intended to let anyone else sit on my throne." Azula met his gaze without hesitation, amusement dancing behind her golden eyes.

The words echoed through the chamber.

"You forfeited that right long ago." Zuko's expression hardened, though he made no move toward her.

"I disagree." A quiet laugh escaped her. "I still managed to get exactly what I wanted."

His brows drew together.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, unable to conceal the suspicion creeping into his voice.

She tilted your chin upward with the hand holding the dagger.

"Her."

Your stomach tightened.

"If my dear brother hadn't been so hospitable..." she mused, brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face with unsettling gentleness, "...I never would've found the perfect piece."

Zuko's face paled.

"You invited the Avatar's wife into your palace." Azula laughed softly. "You placed her beneath your own roof and simply handed me that leverage."

"You are attacking a woman who had nothing to do with this."

"Oh, she has everything to do with this." Her smile widened another fraction. 

"You are so weak, Zuzu. The only ace you have up your sleeve is Aang. If only she had died, maybe he would no longer hold your hand. But I suppose this for the better, because it seems the Avatar would tear this nation apart for her."

"And so would I."

 Azula's eyes snapped to his, and she looked pleased at that response.

"There he is."

The brother she remembered.

The one who reacted before thinking, who let emotion cloud judgment.

"Now..." Azula murmured, and without warning, the dagger slipped from her hand as it clattered loudly against the stone floor.

Zuko reacted instantly as the sound alone was enough to send him surging forward, believing she had finally relinquished her hold upon you, but before he managed so much as a single stride, brilliant blue flames burst to life within the palm of her hand.

He stopped.

Your eyes immediately dropped to the fire dancing only inches from your face, its brilliant blue glow illuminating the chamber as waves of unbearable heat rolled across your skin. Instinctively, you shrank away from it, though there was nowhere for you to retreat with Azula still standing behind you.

"Zuko...?!" Your voice barely rose above a frightened whisper, your panic far more apparent than you wished it to be.

"Do not move, Zuzu." Azula smiled pleasantly, her gaze never leaving her brother. "Or she will be in tremendous pain."

He stepped forward anyway.

It was hardly more than an instinctive shift of his footing, yet the blue fire immediately swelled, roaring several inches higher in Azula's palm.

You recoiled with a sharp gasp, turning your face away from the searing heat as your shoulders instinctively curled inward.

"Azula!" Zuko's voice cracked through the room, stripped of the composure he had fought so hard to maintain.

"Oh, do calm yourself." She sounded almost amused by his desperation. "I have no intention of killing her, Zuzu." The flames flickered lazily between her fingers as though they were nothing more than candlelight. 

"But I do intend to end your tedious little reign once and for all."

Her smile widened.

"And when I reclaim my throne..." Her eyes drifted briefly toward you before returning to Zuko. "...I shall use your dear little hostage to finish what I started all those years ago. I will make sure..."

"...The last airbender dies with his wife."

Unable to keep your mind intact, your body moved first.

With every bit of strength you possessed, you threw your head backwards and the crack echoed sharply through the chamber, as did the sound growing lashing of the flame Azula held.

Azula cried out, more in surprise than pain, stumbling half a step as the bridge of her nose caught the full force of your skull. Her grip loosened around your hair as her hand went flying toward her face, and that single moment was all Zuko had been waiting for.

He crossed the distance between you in an instant, one hand seizing your wrist while the other wraps firmly around your waist, wrenching you free just as Azula recovered. You stumbled against him, losing your footing entirely as he pulled you behind his shoulder, but before either of you could gain another step, blue fire burst across the room.

The flames roared toward you.

You instinctively threw your arms over your head, collapsing onto the floor as heat swept over your body. Every muscle locked in terror, your breathing becoming ragged beneath the ringing in your ears. The scent of burning fabric filled the room, and for one awful heartbeat you could no longer distinguish memory from reality.

Not again.

Please...

Aang...

You wanted him. You wanted him to come back. You didn't want to stay here anymore.

A blast of orange fire collided with the blue flames before they could reach you completely, exploding into sparks that scattered across the polished floor. Zuko drove Azula backward with a second strike, forcing her away from where you had fallen, though she recovered with infuriating ease, laughing even as she retaliated with another stream of blue fire.

"I've missed this!" she called, leaping onto the windowsill before launching herself forward.

"You need help," Zuko growled, deflecting her attack.

"I've had plenty!" she answered cheerfully.

The doors burst open.

Half a dozen Royal Guards stormed into the chamber, drawn by the explosion, only to freeze for the briefest moment upon recognizing the princess standing before them.

"Take her!" Zuko ordered.

Azula laughed again as she fought against the guards.

"Oh, this should be fun."

She struck first, blue lightning flashing between her fingertips, forcing the nearest guards to scatter before she spun gracefully through the room. Two men fell almost immediately, thrown backwards by fire, while another barely managed to restrain her arm long enough for a fourth to seize the other.

The chamber dissolved into chaos as Zuko met Azula's next attack with one of his own, crimson flames colliding against blue in a burst of heat that forced the nearest guards to retreat once more. 

She moved with the same unnerving precision he remembered. Even after a decade of confinement, her instincts had not abandoned her, and for several long moments the two of them seemed to move in perfect opposition, neither willing to surrender an inch of ground.

Yet as the fight dragged on, Zuko began to notice the subtle differences that only someone who had spent a lifetime watching her could have recognized. Her attacks remained as lethal as ever, but there was a fraction more effort behind them than there once had been. 

Her breathing had grown heavier, no longer the calm, measured rhythm she had always maintained in battle, and beneath the glow of her own flames, the color had steadily drained from her face. 

She recovered from each movement a second slower than before, so slight a hesitation that no one else in the chamber appeared to notice, but it was enough for him. 

Ten years imprisoned within stone walls had not dulled her skill, yet her body no longer obeyed with the same relentless endurance it once possessed.

Azula caught the brief flicker of recognition in his eyes and answered it with renewed aggression, driving toward him with a relentless succession of strikes that left scorched stone in their wake. 

Zuko yielded just enough to draw her forward before slipping past the final blast, forcing her to pivot more sharply than she intended. Her footing faltered for only an instant as she regained her balance, but he had spent his entire life waiting for moments exactly like that. 

Closing the distance before she could recover, he caught her wrist as another spark of blue lightning threatened to form, twisting her arm behind her back with enough force to break her stance without causing lasting harm.

"Now!" Zuko shouted.

The remaining guards rushed her together and even Azula could not fight them all.

One by one, they forced her to her knees, iron restraints snapping around her wrists while she struggled violently beneath their weight, blue fire sputtering uselessly against the specialized manacles.

She let out a laugh, wild and unsteady.

"You think chains work on me?" she asked, smiling up at Zuko with frightening certainty. "You really haven't learned anything, have you, brother?"

The room had finally fallen quiet.

Only your uneven breathing remained, broken every so often by another sob you could no longer suppress. The guards had dragged Azula away kicking and laughing and yet your body refused to believe the danger had passed. 

Your fingers clutched at the front of your robes until they ached, your shoulders trembling violently.

"My Lady..."

Zuko crossed the room almost hesitantly now that there was no enemy left to fight. The urgency that had driven every movement moments before dissolved the instant he reached you, leaving only concern as he lowered himself onto the floor beside you. 

He reached for your shoulders with remarkable care, afraid even the smallest touch might reopen the wound beneath your bandages, and when you didn't recoil he searched your face instead, his expression tightening at the fresh blood running from your forehead.

"Did she hurt you anywhere else?" he asked softly, one hand settling against your arm while the other hovered uncertainly over your back, scarcely brushing the fabric where the physician had dressed your injury that morning, noticing the blood seeping through the white fabric..

"Your wound has reopened."

You tried to answer but nothing came out.

The moment you looked at him, another sob escaped instead.

Without thinking, you lurched forward.

Zuko barely had time to catch you before your forehead struck his shoulder, your hands clutching desperately at the front of his robes as though he alone could keep the world from collapsing around you. 

He wrapped his arms around you, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rested lightly against your shoulder blades, whispering reassurances you scarcely heard through the ringing in your ears.

"You are safe, I am sorry this happened to you." he murmured.

You wanted to believe him but nothing about today had felt safe. 

Your breathing only grew more uneven until dizziness settled over you, your grip weakening despite yourself. Zuko noticed immediately, drawing back just enough to look at you, his brow knitting with fresh concern when your eyes struggled to remain open.

Your grip upon his robes slowly loosened, though you made no move to lean away. You remained pressed against him, your breathing uneven and painfully shallow, until at last you managed to lift your head. 

Your eyes found his almost immediately, and for a long moment you simply stared at him, looking so utterly lost that Zuko felt the same guilt wrap around his throat before he spoke.

"It's alright," he whispered. 

His hand remained cupped gently against the side of your face, brushing away a strand of hair that had become matted with drying blood. 

"You're alright now."

You wanted to answer.

Instead, your lips parted soundlessly, your chest rising with one unsteady breath after another before the strength seemed to drain from your body all at once. Your eyes slipped shut, your forehead falling heavily against his shoulder.

He held you tighter, catching your full weight before you could collapse to the floor. At first he thought you were simply exhausted, but when your shallow breathing persisted, his heartbeat lurched.

"My Lady." His voice came sharper this time, one hand moving to support the back of your neck while the other gently tapped your cheek. "Can you hear me?"

Nothing.

Only the sharp rhythm of your breathing answered him.

Relief and dread collided within him and he couldn't tell which emotion to surrender to first. You had not stopped breathing, yet the sight of you lying motionless in his arms sent every memory from the previous night crashing back with merciless clarity.

"Please..." The word escaped beneath his breath before he had the chance to stop it, his hand instinctively rising, as his thumb lingered against your cheek for only a moment before he gently cupped your jaw, searching desperately for some sign that you remained with him.

When your breathing steadied, however faintly, he allowed himself to breathe as well. The relief left him almost weak, and before he could think better of it, he drew you closer against his chest, one hand cradling the back of your head as though sheltering you there might somehow undo the terror his carelessness led you to experience.

He opened his mouth to call for the palace physician, only then becoming aware of the silence surrounding him.

The chamber stood in complete disarray, shattered porcelain and scorched furniture scattered across the floor, while the guards remained frozen where they stood.

Their eyes lingered not upon the destruction around them, but upon their Fire Lord kneeling on the floor, cradling another man's wife with an emotion far too personal to mistake.

Then his eyes met Uncle Iroh's and he had witnessed everything.

Not a word passed between uncle and nephew, yet Zuko found himself unable to hold his gaze for more than a heartbeat. 

He lowered his eyes again, the hand resting against your cheek slowly fell away as though he had only just become aware of it, and after drawing one slow breath, he tightened his hold beneath your shoulders to support your unconscious weight.

"Send for the physician," he ordered, his voice steady despite everything churning beneath it. 

"Now."

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honest to god you'd been stealing glances at him for a whole year -- and this was the question that kept running into your head: fuck you needed that dick in your desperate pussy.

Soon enough, Claire followed your gaze and snorted heavily, as she looked down at the zipper of the DSO agent, while nearly choking on the air. "Maybe it is heavy," she grinned, her tone dripping with knowing amusement.

"Probably," you agreed, licking your lips while watching his cock straining against his zipper.

Just then, Leon finished his conversation with the logistics officer and made his way toward you, all loose-hipped confidence and curious dark eyes. "So what is heavy?"

"Your cock," you blurted out then immediately wished the ground would swallow you whole, as the blood rushed to your face and you stared at him in absolute horror.

and you knew nothing you say gonna make him forget what you had just said.

God, you were hopeless.

Claire made a strangled sound beside you, a laugh caught halfway in her throat, she shook her head and made a gagging sound, gathering her jacket and bag with practiced efficiency. "I don't know you," she stage-whispered in your ear, though her eyes sparkled with barely contained laughter.

He completely ignored claire, instead he stared at you, "Mhm?" Leon's smirk deepened, dark eyes locking onto yours with predatory interest. "Then maybe I should show you, don't you think, darling?" Then he pauses, "maybe give you a proper education about my..." he trails off, before gazing down at his own zipper, "..cock."

"I'm out of here." Claire grabbed her jacket, and scraped her chair back, leaving you alone with the sudden, suffocating tension, with Leon.

"Well, shit," you groaned, sinking into Claire's abandoned chair, closing your eyes for a brief second, before meeting his blue orbs, in which curiousity sparkled beneath them.

Leon leaned down, his voice dropping to a murmur that raised goosebumps on your arms, and he breathed against your earshell, until you could feel his musky smell, spread over you, "Meet me at the Sunflower Hotel at 8 PM," he breathed, and you felt the warmth of his exhale against your skin. "Room 412. I'll..." he pauses, for a second looking at you seeing or searching for any look of hesitation, and when you didn't show him any, then he smiled and his hand found your knee, thumb tracing a slow, maddening circle against your jeans. "...satisfy your curiousity thoroughly."

Then he straightened himself, and guided his hands up towards your face -- and dragged his thumb once, twice, across your lower lip, and looked at you with a similar longing you have been looking him at for a whole year.

You met his gaze with the same unguarded intensity, your eyes speaking plainly: I want this too. I want you.

He caught it immediately and his smirk deepened with a slow satisfied smile — and he stepped back, putting deliberate space between you. The loss of his heat felt like a physical wound in your chest, which made you pout a little. "Eight," he reminded you, smirking at your dismayed reaction, then he mouthed 'I will make it up to you'.

You nodded, biting your lip then he turned and walked away, each measured step a promise, his silhouette cutting through the dim room until he disappeared through the door.

You sank back into the chair, your thighs clenching involuntarily together, against the throbbing ache he'd left coiled low in your belly.

At least now you had something to count the hours for — and God help you, you intended to savor every minute of the it.

...

"now, did you get your answer if it's heavy?" he groaned, grinding against that tender spot inside you once more.

"Fuck—fu—yes!" you cried out as he hovered over you, your tits bouncing and he rocks his hips against yours until his full, heavy cum filled sac presses flush against your perineum, and you scream out his name in a low guttural sob.

He kept driving into you relentlessly, each thrust deeper than the last, his breath hot and ragged against your ear. "God, darling," he groaned, thrusting his hips with practiced precision until the curve of his cock dragged perfectly across your g-spot.

Your jaw clenches, and his eyes squeezes shut as that exquisite pressure coiled tight inside you, building toward the edge. "I want an answer," he demanded, through his gritted teeth, and he moaned out your name, like a chant.

You try to speak but your jaw instead your jaw just slacks open, your voice lost somewhere in please then soon you manage, "Yes—God, Leon, yes—your cock is so fucking heavy," you gasped out.

A proud, satisfied smirk crossed his lips. "Thought so."

"Fuck, I'm close darling," he warned, and you felt him thicken inside you, throbbing against your walls as your own climax crested, upon him, and finally as he gave you a one last thrust your name tore out from his throat, like a poem he was hiding inside his chest for a whole while, and your walls clamped down on him, milking him as he swelled and pulsed inside you, spilling hot and thick seeds in relentless waves that tipped you over into your own shattering release, that had you curling your toes, and you moan out his name and came like it was the last thing you had done before heaven calls you.

Soon he collapsed against you, his breath ragged against your neck, and keeps twitching inside you for a longer while your own body shudders relentlesly beneath him. "Was it... everything you expected?" he asks completely flushed.

"Ye—yeah," you trembled trying to move so you could create a moment of friction inside you, already clenching around him hungrily. "Oh god, Leon... can you show me how heavy it is again? Just now, or... maybe every day?"

He laughed, breathless and smug against your shoulder. "Oh I will, my greedy darling."

For a moment his cock throbs inside your pussy which makes you chuckle as Leon remains completely unmoving before he starts to get hard again already, his thick and heavy cock inside you starts to carve its vein into your walls, and without a word, he flips you over his —hands rough pressing you face-down into the mattress, "can you take more?"

"Ye--yes", you gasp and your breath gets caught inside your lungs as he hiked your hips up, then lined himself up onto your cum dripping hole before driving his cock into you from behind, and you close your eyes, your voice getting muffled with each thrust he slams into you, too deep and punishing, and the slap of skin against skin filling the room, and he groans fisting your hair, until you moved exactly how he wanted.

After that, it was a blur — your vision narrowing to a tunnel of white heat, and your entire world starts to collapse to the relentless piston of his cock, as he drives into you again and again, burning himself so deep inside you felt scorched raw and stretched beyond bearing like he was rearranging your insides, splitting you open from within, for a moment you felt he had gonna rip your guts out, next time he pulls out, "Leon!" The shriek tore from your throat. "I don't think I can do it anymore—"

"You can." His voice was low, but there was certainity in it, and his one hand twisted even tighter in your hair, wrenching your head back until your spine arched and the other came down hard—against your ass in a loud -- Crack, the sting blooms hot and red inside your core, and you scream -- his name in a low moan of pleasure.

"Good girl. One more for me, yeah?"

"Oh fuck—" The words barely make it out, in a strangled scream, as you try to nod, and your jaw slack open, and you feel your body surrender to his.

Then the pressure crests inside your lower belly in a blistering heat and it feels unbearably hot, as something unfamiliar swells deep in your core — and you break, gushing in hot, endless waves that spray across his stomach, soaking his abs, and you groan heavily and your legs finally turning to jelly and you drench the sheets beneath you both in slick, shameless torrents. He looks down at it, smirking. "Oh fuck," he breathes. "Knew, my good girl, could give it to me."

He smirks, "now my turn," he groans, while he keeps driving into you, in relentless pace, and a second later you feel your insides turning to mush beneath him, utterly undone — taking everything he gives until you're nothing but heat and pulse and the brutal rhythm of his cock. "Fuck-- you-- oh-- shit Leon, I am gonna pass out!"

"Soon", he grunts, "I will be done soon, try to keep your pretty eyes open for me, yeah ", you groaned trying to keep up with him.

Then he shifted his full weight onto you, pinning you completely beneath — your chest to his back, heavy and immovable and showed you exactly how overwhelming he could be.

The crush of him feels everything you wanted and the heat of his body seeps into you and the way you couldn't move even if you'd wanted to -- felt more than perfect.

His mouth finds the shell of your ear, and he breathes raggedly, "This is how heavy I am." Then he rolls his hips one last time inside you until he was spilling once again, and you yelp, your walls squeezing every drop of his seed inside you, "there you go", he chuckles, and finally holds your waist nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Satisfied?"

"Very." You smiled, sleepily and sated with contentedness as he pulled you flush against his chest while still pumping into you in slow, languid rolls, he does not pull out, but now you weren't sure anymore if you wanted him to.

As he finally stops twitching inside you and holds the back of his hand through your waist and squeezing it in a reassuring way, he groans low and spent, and finally pulls away his hand away for a second making you frown but then he shifts and reaches down wiping his seed that was dripping down your joint bodies, before he reaches and feed it to you, painting his skin with his release, "Open, wide, darling".

you obeyed him like a good girl you were, and he keeps you flushed against him, his elbow touching your waist while he offers you his cum like a wine in chalice, and slowly you part your lips, greedily taking him in, and swirl your tongue onto the pad of his thumb, lapping away at every trace of his cum until he is completely clean, when you finally swallow, your throat works, and you moan his name like a prayer, and he keeps his eyes onto your back, almost reverently as if he was witnessing something religious. "Good fucking girl." He grins nuzzling into your skin again, and you murmur 'thank yous', or 'praises' sleepily which he could not quite make, but he knows one thing at the moment -- to not let you go.

And afterward, you simply lay there bare, thoroughly wrecked, and completely content —drifting in the lingering warmth wrapped around you.

A deep, quiet satisfaction settled into your bones, the kind that left you too blissfully exhausted to move. and as you lay there, you couldn't help but realize something that had always been true. this... Right here, beside him... had always been where your heart wanted to be.

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Chapter CW: Death, canon typical gore.

"Roost, Raven One here. I’m at the specified location. Come in.”

“...”

“Roost, this is Raven One. Over.”

“...”

“Roost? …Shit.”

The radio clicks when you turn it off, useless now that you’ve concluded there was truly no signal.

‘No wonder she couldn't reach him’, you think to yourself, readjusting your shoulder harness one more time before continuing to advance through the dark hallways of the underground facility. Some kind of abandoned military base from the time of God knows which war—your brain is too fried to try and figure it out.

It’s been a long day. Your cat woke you up way too early to feed him, you burned your toast for breakfast, missed your metro stop, and then proceeded to have the longest most tedious day of filing reports and answering emails. That was the life of a DSO agent outside of trauma-inducing missions: even more trauma in the form of clunky keyboards and multicolored paper clips.

But right before you were ready to call it a day and finally head home to enjoy some takeout and pass out on the couch, dear old Hunnigan came in with an emergency request—well, more like an order—telling you you need to join your favorite person in the world on his tedious mission after he’d gone MIA.

Leon S. Kennedy.

The one person you’re sure you’d sacrifice just about anything for just to keep around. Your DSO partner, your colleague, your mentor, your friend.

Hunnigan was breaking protocol—Leon wasn't gone for nearly long enough to deploy another agent to get him, and if he was, a team would be sent out rather than a lone person. But she had a hunch that things went to shit, and when Hunnigan has a hunch, you listen.

Especially when it’s about him. You don't take risks when it comes to him.

When you later arrived at the location of the last ping of his whereabouts, geared up with weapons you’re not cleared to take out, you were surprised to find two familiar faces who were coincidentally deployed to the same facility by a different group: the BSAA.

“Jill? Is that you?” you had asked confused when light caught the silhouette of Jill Valentine surrounded by still-warm bodies of fallen guards, blood staining her clothes. You would've been scared shitless if you didn't know and trust her already.

Jill’s eyes widened in surprise as she called out your name, “did Leon manage to call you?”

“No, but Hunnigan said he’s gone MIA and sent me to his last ping. I’m not exactly here on official terms… What are you doing here? What’s going on?”

“Well, look who joined the party,” a voice rang out behind Jill as Chris Redfield came in through a metal door.

“Chris? I take it you two are on a mission? What happened to Leon? Where is he?” you fired up questions as you already started to feel worry settle in your veins.

“He was supposed to go after Adams—the one responsible for this clusterfuck of BOW hell—while we were supposed to take out the incubating tanks. But that was hours ago and he’s made no contact since. Signal seems to be jammed around here,” Chris replied grimly, all traces of humor gone from his tone.

“We couldn't get through to reach the lab yet with all the bullshit we’ve encountered in this place, but destroying those tanks is still the priority if we don't want things to get even worse,” Jill added with an almost apologetic tone before placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, “hey… I’m sure he’s fine, he won't be taken down that easy. But since you're here to find him, just promise you won't do anything too reckless. And find us as soon as you can, I’m begging.”

Your jaw clenched in determination as you nodded, “I’ll meet you as soon as I’m able to locate him. You stay safe too.”

“Start with the west wing through that hallway. We haven't cleared that area yet and I’d guess that's where you’d find him,” Chris gestured to the corridor on your left, and that is all you needed to hear before you left them to go on your search.

You recall Chris's directions and Jill's reassurances as you keep the grip on your gun steady. Walking with quick, measured, steps you try to keep yourself from being detected by roaming guards. Lucky for you they are few and far between, probably thanks to the two agents giving them a hard time and keeping them busy.

You search through the west wing, going through door after door, and ,after subduing a standing guard near a set of double doors silently, you find what looks like prison cells.

Ah. Typical.

As you shine your flashlight through each cell, heart racing from adrenaline, you find yourself hoping—praying—that if you do find him here, he’s somehow still okay.

And the universe delivers, because when the LED’s beam reveals a familiar silhouette in the far end cell, you hear yourself let out a sigh of relief at the sight of him, all limbs attached, and breathing. Bound, gagged, and unconscious on the floor, but breathing.

You direct the light’s direction upwards to see the hinges more clearly and notice bulky rusted door pins. It’s a wonder he’s being kept in such an old place, it means all you have to do is jam away those pins and get the door to unhinge, you’ll just have to use some brutal force and hope no one’s nearby to hear it.

With your trusted knife and more than a little elbow grease, you manage to complete the task, but not without scraping your arm on the rusty door in the process. You’ll have to get a tetanus shot. Again.

The ruckus of the metal gate being pushed and prodded somehow did not wake Leon who’s still unconscious when you come to crouch beside him, removing the cloth gagging him. Your heart aches at the sight of the bruises on his cheeks, and even more so when you lift his eyelids to find pinpoint pupils, a sign of opioid sedation.

You don't waste anymore time. You take out the naloxone from the small medical pouch stripped to your hip, and you hastily bring it to his left nostril and press the plunger, releasing the mist into his airways. “Come on, Leon…” you plead.

A second later, his body jerks when he takes in a sharp gasp, eyes flying open as he’s jolted back into consciousness.

Gently grabbing his head to steady him, you speak softly to his confused state, “hey, hey, it’s me. You’re okay. I’m here.”

It takes him a minute before your words and his surroundings register, blinking rapidly as his breathing evens out.

“What the hell are you doing here, kid?” he asks in a gruff tone as he sits up with a grunt.

You sigh. Because of course that's the first thing he asks.

“I’m here to save your ass, you know, like the capable agent and colleague I am?” you huff before circling around him to cut off the restraints on his wrists.

“You’re not supposed to be here. Did Ingrid send you?”

“Yes, because you’ve been MIA for hours, and clearly she was right to send me. You were overdosing."

Leon tsks stubbornly, “Chris and Jill are here, they would've gotten me out eventually. You didn't have to come.”

You stand up with another huff after freeing him and cross your arms as you look down at him with an exasperated look, “you know a thank you would be nice.”

“It’s not that I’m not grateful, it's that I know you probably broke protocol to get here and put yourself in danger. But fine. Thanks, kiddo.”

You purse your lips and look away, feeling the familiar frustration rising whenever he insists on treating you like some kind of fragile, clueless child. You hate that he still sees you the same as he did nine years ago when you first met. You were sixteen, a powerless teenager—a kid—and he has continued treating you like one nearly a decade later.

Noticing your scowling expression, Leon softens his tone when he extends a hand with a warm smile, “help me up?”

Rolling your eyes, you take his gloved hand in yours and pull him up to a standing position. However, you both quickly realize that may have been too soon post overdose reversal when he stumbles into you and your back hits the wall with his weight pressing on your body.

“Shit… Are you okay?” you ask worried, trying to deliberately ignore the way your heart skips a beat at the proximity, your hands reflexively moving to his biceps to help support him.

Leon’s breath tickles your neck before he pulls back enough to look down at you, one hand on the wall, the other on your shoulder, “yeah, sorry, just need a minute.”

You’re unable to maintain eye contact, feeling like your heart might stop, or you might do something stupid like look down at his lips and lean in for a kiss—

Get it together.

Leon catches your fleeting gaze, a ghost of an amused smile on his face when he squeezes your shoulder, “I am okay,” he murmurs reassuringly.

“I know."

Your answer is curt, even if you do relax a little bit at his reassurance. You know why he is reassuring you. He thinks you're nervous because you're worried for him—which you are—but you're mostly nervous because you've been in love with him since the day he saved you.

There isn't a day that passes by when you don't remember it. That afternoon, when you came home from high school, expecting to find your depressed dad lounging on the couch with a drink like he always did, everything changed when you instead heard groaning noises coming from the upper floor.

You had walked up the stairs with careful footsteps, calling out to your father with a shaky voice and your mind running a thousand miles a minute trying to figure out what the noise was. Nothing would have prepared you to find his standing corpse in the corner.

Unbeknownst to you, your father had turned into a cannibalistic monster after he didn't take the medication that kept his transformation at bay for the previous six years. Since he kept you in the dark about his military work and what he’d endured in Penamstan, you had no idea you’d ever come home to this one day.

It happened so fast, but you remember every second. One moment he was standing there, all gurgling noises and rotting flesh, and the next he lunged after you as soon as you called out a weak ‘dad?’

You never ran as fast as you did that day, your untrained legs carrying you through the house and back down the stairs, tripping on the last step with a thud but quickly scrambling back up for the front door and yanking it open.

He had been right on your tail, way too fast for something that’s supposed to be dead. You recall how your life flashed before your eyes—literally—when he grabbed the back of your hoodie as you got out on the front porch, pulling you for what you could have only guessed would be a generous bite to your neck.

That’s when a bullet whizzed past your head and hit him right between the eyes, sending your zombified father sprawling on the floor—actually dead this time.

And then, you looked up and your eyes met his.

Leon.

It was spring 2006, Leon was investigating the ex Mad Dogs unit members after deducing Jason was about to execute a bioterrorist attack. He thought questioning them would give him more information about Jason and his infection with a possibly mutated T-Virus.

Leon had quickly come to find out all the men of the defunct unit were dead by suicide, except for Jason and your father. So when he came to your home that day to talk to the latter, he came prepared to deal with the worst.

Unfortunately, his intuition proved to be right when just as he parked his car by the driveway and stepped out, a screaming girl came running out into the front yard with an infected closing in her.

Leon’s limbs moved on pure muscle memory when he withdrew his gun and shot the zombie right in the head, and then watched with a tense jaw as its blood splattered on the pavement, brains spilling on the floor.

That was the first time he felt grateful to having lost his parents as a kid. Because as harrowing as hearing the gunshots of the men that took their lives that night through the thin walls of his bedroom was, he’d still prefer that to having them turn into zombies who try to eat him, and then watch as they get put down like rabid dogs.

When you had fallen to your knees in sheer shock and horror, Leon did not hesitate to crouch by your side to tell you ‘you’re gonna be okay’. He couldn't help offering some kind of reassurance, even if he was aware of how hollow the words sounded to a girl who’d just lost her father in the most gruesome of ways possible.

But you believed him as you met his ice blues, his eyes so full of care you had no choice but to cling to his every word, and continued to do so ever since.

Another squeeze to your shoulder brings you back to the present moment, still leaning on the wall with him leaning on you.

“Don’t tell me I’m too heavy for you,” he quirks an eyebrow with a playful smile.

“Damn right, you’re too freaking heavy,” you respond in a grumble, poking his side—still not meeting his eyes.

“That means I need to train your ass some more, then. We can't have you slacking off, rookie,” he flicks your forehead with the hand that was on the wall.

You immediately scoff and shove him—carefully—off you, “I’m not a rookie anymore!”

Leon chuckles, swaying lightly before he finally regains a steady balance on his feet, “you’ll always be a rookie to me.”

“Yeah, you’ve made that clear enough,” you grumble under your breath before handing him a spare handgun, “come on, grandpa, we need to find Jill and Chris.”

“Grandpa?” Leon scoffs in mock offense as he takes the weapon, reloading it with a nonchalant precision that only comes with fifteen or so odd years of experience.

“Well, you insist on still calling me ‘kid,’ so, I shall retaliate. Just so you can feel how annoying it gets.”

“Yeah, except I’m not a grandpa. You, on the other hand, are a kid,” he smirks—way too smug—and then proceeds to walk past you, gun held firmly as he prepares to lead the way.

He always leads the way.

Next chapter.

Your eyesight began to get blurry, forcing you to blink rapidly. satoru said goodbye to utahime, approaching where you sat. He adjusted his glasses that had gotten foggy, pulling out a chair.

“wearing a skirt in this weather?” he commented. “at least you actually put on tights this time. Getting smarter I see.” you stayed quiet, just nodding, flipping your textbook to the assigned page. Satoru's playful smirk flickered at the lack of response. “everything alright?” 

“Yeah. Can we just start?” 

you never just started studying. satoru would have to deal with your usual gossiping first, then watch as you showed pictures of all the new clothes you had gotten over the weekend. “Is everything okay..?” 

you wanted to yell that no, not everything was okay. That your feelings were eating you alive and that you just wanted to oh so desperately smash your lips onto his until he forgot every algebraic formula. 

“I just had a long day.” you simply said.

satoru stared intently, knowing that it was more than just a ‘long day.’ he reached over to close the book, moving you by your chin to look at him. if it were to be any other day, the butterflies in your stomach would be freaking out. but they were still. 

he had a thing for touching you in ways that were beyond ‘friendly.’ Now you wondered if what you thought were reserved actions for just you were also used on her. 

“doll,” his personal favorite nickname to use on you. “its definitely more than that. talk to me. you’re always there for me when im upset, let me be here for you too.” 

it was true that you’d tentatively listen to satoru whenever he had a bad test or when his astronomy club was acting up. It's the least you could do in return. 

“There's nothing wrong.” 

satoru sighed, feeling himself grow frustrated at your inability to confess to what was eating you up. 

your eyes accidentally scanned the room, landing on a familiar red bow. utahime was sat at the computers, posture perfectly straight, clicking away at the keyboard. The look on your face was enough to make satoru turn around. before you could stop him, he figured out immediately what was going on. 

his eyes widened in realization. “hey..” he quietly said, reaching for your hands only for you to pull away. you felt embarrassed, knowing what was about to come. rejection. 

never in your life were you afraid of being rejected by a guy. you could have anyone you wanted, really. all the frat boys shamelessly flirted with you at parties. but you didn’t want them. 

satoru was internally panicking. overtime, his crush on you has doubled in size. no, tripled. he was crazy over you. you were the only thing his few friends would hear about every day whether it be the cute outfit you wore or how you mistook astronomy with astrology. 

“Do you like her?” your voice trembled, making satoru’s heart crack. He immediately shook his head. “no, no god no. utahime?” he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. “hell no.” 

you didn’t want to believe it just yet. “but the way you walked in with her-“

“We've been friends since childhood. I swear she’s like a sister to me. besides, she’s with shoko right now, they’re going out.”

oh.

you felt embarrassed. 

After a moment of silence, he spoke again “.. did the thought of me going out with her bother you?” he asked, hopeful. His blue eyes stared into yours, somehow making you feel more vulnerable. The library was the last place you’d want to confess to him in, but it really was the place that started it all anyways. 

“Yeah, it did. A lot, actually.” 

satoru fought back an excited smile. “why?” 

“because.. I like you.” 

there it was. the confirmation of the reciprocated love. satoru looked around the place, checking that no one was staring into your direction before placing his lips on yours. 

He was a sloppy kisser, of course. The lack of experience really showed but neither of you cared. Your eyes widened, shutting as you let yourself melt into him. His chair had scooted next to you, allowing him to wrap his arms around your.

“I like you too. so much.” 

⋮

“Fuck, is this what youve been dying to do to me?” satoru slammed your body down onto his aching cock, loving the yelp that came out of your bruised lips. His teeth sank down your neck, savoring you as best as he could. Your hips were giving out with every thrust you gave, requiring his assistance to continue riding him. “Satoru..!” You couldn't even finish your sentence without cringing at the wet noises that were unfortunately coming from your needy cunt. 

His hands kneaded at your ass, forcing you to keep up with the pace he had set. His glasses were missing from his face, now being set on the side table of his bedroom. “Can’t believe you were jealous over me.. Now y’know how I feel every time I see one of those stupid frat guys approach you.” 

“You’re too deep!” You gasped, shutting your eyes close, feeling hot ropes of seed shooting into your womb. “I know,” Satoru hugged you close, fucking his cum back into you. “I know baby, but you can take it.” 

Your clit brushed against his white pubes, tickling you in a way. “Y-you were jealous too..” You managed to ask. Your brows furrowed in pleasure, your stomach knotting in warning. 

Satoru moved the two of you, going from having you ride him to putting you in a mating press. “Yeah, I was.” He had you seeing stars when his cock reached areas you deemed unreachable. Who would've guessed this geek knew how to give a great fuck? Must’ve been all the hentai he’s consumed over the years. He just recently began to imagine the pretty girls in slutty outfits as you, making it easier for him to jerk off late at night. 

The bed wouldn't stop creaking. And you wouldn't stop moaning. 

Satoru groaned, thrusting in meanly, entranced with the way your tits bounced. “Wanted to walk over and fuck- did you get tighter huh? I wanted to punch all of them.” He hunched over to kiss your lips, swallowing every sound. 

You had grown tighter, because all he needed to do was deliver another drag of his cock to have you coming all over it. Satoru sighed, pecking you lightly now. “You’re mine.” 

You knew that voice. You heard it plenty during the speeches he would give at festivals and events, or the times he’d visit the lower city and you caught a glimpse of him and the conversations he easily held with shop vendors and flustered children. You can practically feel his smothering presence, the heat dripping from his body making the room ten times hotter.

This could not be happening right now. As a servant of the palace, you were paid dearly and in return all you had to do was perform your duties with grace and timeliness. As well as upholding the number one rule that had been installed into you leading up to your first day: do not sully Firelord Zuko with your presence. You had broken all three expectations on your very first day. 

I’m definitely getting fired.

“It seems I've frightened you. Would you mind coming from under the bed? Your position isn’t leaving much to imagination. I fear for your honor.” He teases.

As if you suddenly remembered where you were, you quickly removed yourself from beneath the bed, undergarments still tucked in your hand and your heart now in your ass as you attempted to smooth down your kimono and avoided eye contact with the figure towering over you. 

“M-my Lord! I- please don’t be angry. I was only cleaning before you returned, I-I swear I was not snooping! I thought I had more t-time-”

You swallowed hard and squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the scolding from hell you knew would soon follow. You had heard all the rumors. That his majesty was quick to anger when inconvenienced, even if he had changed much from when he was a young boy. That he lacked tolerance for incompetence and had even fired someone for making his tea wrong, sending the young boy off in tears.

What would he do to you? You were caught in his private chambers, no less in a compromising position that left your virtue to question. Surely you’d be banished from the country, forced to leave your family behind and flee to the earth kingdom-

You shuffled to your knees and bowed until your head touched the ground and the only thing you could see was the red carpet beneath you. Tears pooled in your eyes and threatened to spill, humiliation eating at you like a parasite. 

“If you plan to dismiss me, please allow one of m-my sisters to work in my- my stead. My family won’t survive without-”

You’re cut off by the sound of a deep chuckle filling the room and your blush has covered your entire body at this point, the hair on your arms standing at full attention as goosebumps covered your skin and a tear slipped down your cheek. It wasn’t allowed but you could hardly stop yourself when a sound that angelic basically begged you to lift your head. 

You gasped at the sight of your firelord staring down at you, an amused look on his face as he crossed his arms behind his back and lifted a brow, thoroughly entertained as he fought against his rising grin. HIs golden eyes were practically glowing from the warm sun creeping through the drapes, dark bangs falling into his eyes, half blocking the scar on his left eye. 

He looked otherworldly. Like a god staring down on his devout worshipper, or a human peering at an ant, and it took all of your remaining strength to fight back the crude thoughts firing up from the sight of him hovering over you, snapping your head back to the ground. He was your ultimate superior, your firelord and you were a mere servant that was meant to neither be seen nor heard.

Your inner thoughts were indecent at best and treasonous at worst. You were far from his wife or even his concubine, and you’d do well to remember that. 

“I’m not sure why you think I am cruel enough to fire someone whose job it is to clean up after me. Might I ask where you got this idea that I’m my father?” 

Your eyes widened in horror, guilt rotting beneath your skin because you knew better than to believe in rumors but had quickly soaked up the ones pertaining to Zuko’s character and you had never met the man until this very moment. You had first hand witnessed his acts of kindness and yet..

“Forgive my misjudgment, Zu- my lord. My mother always did say my mouth would get me in trouble one day. I tend to spew nonsense when I am nervous, I mean no offense, It is merely gossip that is beneath you.”

The corner of his lip rises, but you don’t see that. 

“Hmm, I suppose people tend to grow imaginative when bored. Though you’ll do well to remember that it is beneath you too. Please lift your head from the ground lest you intend to become part of it.”

You were instantly rising, not needing to be told twice as your neck and back were growing stiff from the position. You sat on the back of your legs, knees still digging into the floor and your hands squeezing at the fabric that got you into this disaster, eyes locked on the dark red robes Zuko wore to avoid looking him in the eyes again.

If Amachiyo could see you right now..

“Do you have a name?”

You stammered it out, voice cracking in the process but if Zuko noticed he didn’t say anything. You kept your eyes fixed on his robes, stomach twisting and mind racing.

He let your name flow off his tongue so beautifully, dragging it out until your face was burning from the sound. “Is there a reason you refuse to look at me? Surely it can not be my looks. Sokka insists the scar makes me 'stupidly hot.' I confess I’m still not sure what temperature has to do with it.”

You ignore the last part of that comment, knowing what would come out of your mouth would be far from an appropriate thing for an unwed woman to say to any man that was not her own. “I am forbidden, my lord.” 

He simply grunts at that and steps closer, and your heart is thumping so hard that it hurts. You had never been this close to someone of great importance, let alone the firelord himself. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, so you opted for staying still and praying he’d dismiss you lest you embarrass yourself any further.

“Run along then little dove. We wouldn’t want you falling behind on your responsibilities, would we?”

Firelord Zuko was typically a very patient man, however innocent women like you were his guilty pleasure and you were driving him to the brink of insanity. He hadn’t seen you in the two weeks following that day he caught you under his bed, your ass in the air just begging to be fucked. 

He was exhausted from his duties and frustrated that you seemed to basically disappear from the palace. It was shameful how badly he wished to see you again, a jest that a mere servant held his thoughts in chains. Zuko thought you might have a secret ability to bend his mind to think of only you, and it was comical as he didn’t even get your name. 

He hadn’t slept with any of his concubines since meeting you, his thoughts always drifting back to the frightened maid. It made him feel guilty that he could no longer grow erect with other women, though he’d never leave them unsatisfied. Zuko was far from a selfish lover, even if he never wanted concubines in the first place, he always treated them well. 

His current problem? He hadn’t shared his bed in entirely too long and it was starting to mess with his head, making him grow resentful toward you as if you had done something by simply existing. 

Needless to say, dinner with his wife was going terribly, what with Zuko’s mood more rotten than it usually was. The clink of silverware against porcelain echoed through the dining hall and his duty sat across from him, regal as ever, her posture straight despite the late hour.

"You've hardly said a word."

Zuko looks up, annoyance evident on his face and he has to force himself to put his mask back in place. It wasn’t her fault that they had been basically forced to marry even if she betrayed him, but that fact didn’t make his reality any easier to accept. 

“What is there to say?” He doesn’t miss the way she clenches her jaw, he just doesn’t care so he doesn’t linger on it. 

“There’s always matter of state-“ 

“I just spent all day discussing matters of state.” 

His voice was clipped, harsh enough that he hoped to end the conversation but she could never just let things be. Be it at the dinner table or in the gardens with other men. 

“You seem distracted.” 

Zuko nearly scoffed at that. What a fucking hypocrite. In the early days of their marriage he had vowed to make an effort, even if neither of them wanted this. The clans thought it would be best if he took a wife from one of the bigger three and though he refused in the beginning, he eventually agreed as he was young and dumb, still struggling to keep the elders loyal to him when they had been fierce Ozai supporters. 

He regretted that the day he found her in the gardens with one of his guards in the late hours. It’s been years since then and still, they hardly speak to or see each other. Only when Zuko is forced to attend these tiring displays of union to keep everyone happy. 

It wasn’t that he would have minded her sleeping around. They were both young when they wed, in relationships with different people prior and hardly knew each other. The way he saw it was that if he could have concubines then she could have her own lovers too, only she broke him after agreeing to give their arranged marriage a chance and he had never been able to forgive her. 

Eventually he started sleeping with his concubines and that had been his life for the last eight years. He was fucking miserable. 

Zuko let his mind drift back to you, despite knowing he was playing a dangerous game. The way your eyes had widened when he caught you in his chambers, tears forming at the assumption you would be fired, had left him confused and upset that you thought so lowly of him. He had seen frightened servants before but none of them had lingered in his thoughts for weeks afterward. 

“Zuko.” 

Her voice pulled him back from his wandering mind. He let his fork drop onto his plate, appetite completely gone now and anger simmering through his body. She never talked this much, both of them having mutually agreed to not make this more than what was required to keep people from whispering.

“What?”

Her smile is false, sadness evident on her face and for a split second Zuko almost feels bad about the attitude he’d been giving her. Until the image of her bent behind a flower bush with her dress above her ass and another man having his way with her evades his sight. He had been furious when he caught her all those years ago, especially since he’d only just consummated their marriage a fortnight beforehand. 

“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?”

“No. Must not have been important enough.” He sips at his wine with hopes of getting rid of the foulness on his tongue. She never had to do much to rile him up, her voice doing well enough to turn his mood sour.

“At least you’re honest.” 

She copies him and sets her own fork down, peering into his eyes from across the table. It made him uncomfortable, as if she could look inside of his head and find that his thoughts belonged to a certain servant he was desperate to see again. He could easily find out who you were, order your higher ups to reveal the name of the woman who cleaned his bedchambers that day, but he didn’t want to come off as a creep. To scare you away before-

“Is there another woman?” 

Zuko smirks from behind his wine cup, taking another sip before setting it down again. “No. I am faithfully yours, wife.” Sarcasm laced his voice and the woman’s eye twitched. Good. “Outside of my concubines of course.” 

“Forgive me if I find trouble believing that. You do not sound very convincing, husband.”

“There is no other woman, I will not repeat myself. Let’s finish our meal with some level of decorum.”

Zuko’s irritation was rising and his patience was thinning by the second. There technically wasn’t another woman. As firelord he was expected to take concubines to strengthen the chance of producing heirs and she knew and agreed to that. On matters of you, he didn’t even know your name. Even if the way you were on your knees in front of him played in his head night after lonely night. 

“Then what is it?” She pressed. “You’ve been absent even while sitting in front of me. I only wish-”

“Must there be a reason?”

“Yes!” 

Her voice rings through the dining room, sharp and final and for a moment neither of them speak, the guards shifting awkwardly. The distance between the two of them was larger than the table that separated them. Perhaps in another life they would be able to talk to each other honestly, without the betrayal from the past lingering over them like a dark cloud. 

The door to the dining hall opened before he could respond, servants entered to serve the next course but Zuko felt too sick to eat anything else. Guilt twisting in his stomach though he had done nothing wrong. 

He barely glanced at them before doing a double take and freezing. Toward the back of the group and carrying a tray with practiced balance, was you, the ghost who had stolen his mind over the past two weeks.

His pulse glitched when you looked up at the same time, his breath catching in his throat because for a sweet, but all too short, few seconds you actually held his gaze. He was hypnotized, and when you looked away his rising smirk quickly turned into a frown. 

Such a fucking tease. 

Zuko could lie and say that the next time he saw you had been pure coincidence but that wouldn’t be honorable, now would it? He had learned your schedule following that night in the dining hall. You didn’t have to know that though, he would just have to pretend he had no idea that your shift ended an hour ago and that you liked to visit the public gardens afterward. 

He’s stood behind you, watching as you bend over in front of the fountain and run your hand down the back of one of the palace cats. He never cared for the things but his younger sister, Kiyi, was fond of them so now they were everywhere. He had to scold his dragon for trying to eat one of them.

You looked so fucking edible outside of your work unifrom, dressed in a silk dress that hugged your ass and hips beautifully and Zuko could feel himself growing hard at the sight. His cheeks burned red at the thought of taking you right here, perhaps his wife had known something about fucking in gardens that he didn’t. 

Perhaps he should find out.

“Hmm, scandalous as always.”

You were instantly shooting up and spinning to look at him and his heart almost leaped from his chest. Your hair was free of its usual pulled back style as you opted to let it free fall down your back, your face makeup free and you were so beautiful that it hurt. But the way your robes began to slip off your right shoulder and the wide doe eyed innocent look you were giving him, had his cock straining against his pants. 

“My Lord!” You lowered yourself into a bow, hair falling forward and framing your face. “I did not mean to take up space, I was only admiring the gardens and then this cat came along and well, I just had to pet-”

“Please rise and do not apologize. I’m the one intruding, you were here first were you not?”

You were, Zuko knew that because he watched from a safe distance as you entered, waiting for the perfect moment to follow behind you. But that was his secret, right?

You simply stood there with your head bowed respectfully and it bothered him more than he cared to admit. He never liked the rule of not being allowed to look at your superiors but he also hadn’t thought much of it until he met you and decided that such a silly tradition would be dismissed.

“Are you incapable of speaking unless you are apologizing?"

“I’m so-” You quickly close your mouth, biting on the inside of your cheek and still refusing to look at him. Zuko had to fight to keep himself from laughing, you were just too cute. So innocent that you likely had no idea the inappropriate thoughts running through his head right now. 

“I’ve found that the gardens look best in the late evening, wouldn’t you agree?” 

Of course you would, it was the reason why since you started working here two weeks ago, you came here after every shift without fail. You didn’t know that he knew that though, so he asked anyway. 

“Y-yes, my lord.” Your eyes were on everything but him and that just wouldn’t do. He was tired of playing this game, of pretending his attraction wasn’t burning his common sense away, like he didn’t dream of fucking you every night. 

So he didn’t think before he was stepping forward, standing tall over you and letting the back of his hand slowly fall down your cheek, relishing in the way you were clearly struggling not to lean into his touch. This was perfect, it was so obvious you wanted him too. Zuko wasn’t alone in feeling this gravitational pull between the two of you. 

He lets his finger trail over your bottom lip before gripping your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your head toward him and lifting until it was tilted back and you were forced to stare at him.

Pure. The feeling that pooled in his stomach was a pure fiery lust that wouldn’t be satiated until he had you quivering beneath him and crying out his name. 

“That’s better. From this moment forward you are to look me in the eyes when I speak to you, am I clear?” 

He doesn’t miss the way your pupils expand and you allow your body to lean into his, so slightly that if Zuko hadn’t been tracking your every breath he wouldn’t have noticed. “But my lord.. People will talk. The rules-”

“Rules?” He chuckles even though a blush is creeping up his neck at the way you stare so trustfully at him. For the first time in years, he feels nervous. He had been an awkward teenager and horrid at seducing women until puberty kicked in and he learned a thing or two from the many girls that threw themselves at his feet. 

“I am the firelord, sweetheart. I do as I wish.”

Zuko was a man of his word. After a desperate struggle to hold himself back from kissing you in public where someone might see, he straightened himself and pulled back, ordering you to meet him in his chambers later that night. 

Your heart was racing the entire walk to the east wing of the palace, knowing what he wanted from you because it was what you desperately craved as well. It was why you changed into your finer robes, the finest you could afford as a servant. It was see through enough that your red dress underneath was very obviously visible.

How disgraceful you were, playing into this game with your superior, with a married man. The whispers that would begin once word spread that a mysterious woman that wasn’t the firelord’s wife or concubine, had been spotted entering his chambers, would be enough to bring shame to your family if anyone discovered who you were.

So why were you speeding up your steps to reach his chambers faster? How touch deprived were you to be so eager to sleep with a man you knew would discard you after getting what he wanted?

Still, you announced yourself to the guard posted outside of his door, raising your hand to knock when he confirmed you were who you said you were. Ignoring the way your body shook and your heart pounded in your ears.

On the other side of the door, Zuko was freshly bathed and still dripping with water when you knocked and walked in after he gave the clear. He stood in front of his bed, the small cotton cloth wrapped around his waist doing little to keep him decent, long hair falling down his back, free from the weight of the crown usually nestled atop his head.  

“Firelord Zuko, I am here just as you requested.”

You cringe at the formality in your tone. You had never been with a man before and while you knew what Zuko wanted from you and you were more than willing to give it, this was new territory for you. You’d only ever kissed a few men before, never going beyond a heated exchange of spit and maybe a little grinding. 

He would be your first.

“Good girl. Shall I reward you for following orders so finely?”

His words had you snapping your head up, eyes blown wide and face burning hot at his pet name. You had quickly believed rumors of his cruelty, terrified of working in the palace and here he was calling you a good girl.

The sudden reality check of Zuko’s true nature gave you whiplash. You can’t help the way your eyes lower, taking in every toned muscle, the scar on his stomach, the drop of water falling so slowly down his tanned skin, the dark trail of hair that disappeared between the cloth wrapped at his waist. 

The man was truly out of this world.

“Yes p-please, my lord.” Harlot.

Zuko smirks at the humiliating desperation in your voice, golden eyes burning so bright that you thought he had actual fire in them. As he makes his way toward you, you feel your stomach twist and the goosebumps on your arms double in quantity. 

The way he’s walking toward you like the god of seduction has an ache forming between your legs and spit filling your mouth. You have to actively keep your jaw from dropping lest you start drooling. How embarrassing would that be? 

When he finally reaches you he’s looming, forcing you to tilt your head back to stare at him. He looked positively masculine, would he be rough with you? The smell of his soap was so strong, so sweet that you wanted to taste it.

He’s being gentle with you, thumb rubbing on your bottom lip as he uses his other hand to slowly untie your robe, never letting his eyes leave yours. His gaze was soul crushing, nerve wrecking enough that your body slightly shook, blood turning cold when his knuckles grazed your gown before he finished untying the knot. 

Zuko doesn’t waste a second in pushing your robes to the floor, the soft fabric falling to the sides of your feet. He steps back to admire you and you can feel the flush on your neck and cheeks as his eyes linger on your breasts, hard nipples imprinting on the silk. 

You had purposely chosen to forgo your sarashi so your breasts weren’t flattened like they usually were and a sick sense of pride filled your head at the way Zuko was eating you with his eyes. 

For a moment you forgot that he was a married man with plenty of concubines to warm his bed, that this was simply a one time thing and he was just using you to get what he wanted. 

“Hmm, get on the bed and I shall give you your prize.” 

Your eyes are wide, pupils blown black with need and your body is buzzing so much that you can barely feel your fingers that have begun to sweat. Zuko only stands there, hands clasped in front of him as he waits for you to do as you’re told. 

You’re too dumbfounded to do anything until he’s raising an eyebrow because from what your short lessons had taught you, the firelord does not repeat himself. So you’re nodding foolishly, hair spilling around your shoulders as you stiffly walk to his bed, trying your best not to collapse and embarrass yourself. 

When your knees hit the bed, you turn around to face Zuko and gasp when you see he had been following you and now stood over you once again, dark locks falling into his face.

You swallow hard, your pulse skyrocketing as you reach a hand up to touch him, your fingers tips making the small peach fuzz hair on his face stand to attention the closer you get. Zuko’s eyes only leave yours to look at your lips, his hands moving to your hips to pull you close.

When your hand connects with his cheek, your fingertips brush the scar on his left eye. He stiffened for a moment before melting into the touch. He turns and places a kiss on your wrist, soft and so sweet that it sends shivers down your spine.

Zuko tilts your head up just a little before leaning down, every inch he closes making your knees weaker than they already were. And when his lips finally meet yours, sparks are bursting between the two of you, an invisible tether pulls you deeper into each other. 

The kiss had started off slow, your lips moving together slowly as you both savored this moment, until you whimpered softly and your hand tugged at his hair. Zuko groaned back and immediately deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips and you immediately suck it into your mouth.

It leaves your head pleasantly spinning, the floor shifting beneath your feet as he moves to grip your ass, both hands full and pulls you flush against him. You could feel his hard cock rubbing at your hip, twitching with need and your pussy is so drenched you can feel your inner thighs growing wet from your arousal as it starts to trickle out of your panties. 

He finally pulls back and your left moving forward, aching for more but he keeps you still with a harsh squeeze to your ass. 

“You’ve been such a good servant.” He murmurs, his nose brushing against yours. “Now lay on down and spread your legs for me, sweetheart. Your firelord demands it.”  

Zuko shoves you onto your back on the bed, your dress riding up your thighs as you gasp. He drops to the floor in front you, slowly sliding your slippers off your feet and kissing your ankles, working his way up your body.

His hands push your gown up as he goes, and when he reaches your clothed cunt it takes the strength of all of his ancestors to stop himself from burying his face into your pussy and eating you through your panties.  

Your scent is driving him insane, a mixture of jasmine soap and arousal clouding his senses and he wants nothing more than to devour you, but he wasn’t an animal. He would properly undress you first, take his time with you since you deserved nothing less. 

When he reaches your breasts, he pinches each of your already hard nipples, rolling the buds between his fingers and grinning at the breathy moan you tried to fight back, head tossed to the side with your lip tucked between your teeth. 

He keeps pushing the gown up your body until you sit up to lift your arms and he pulls it off, tossing it behind him without a care, your hair fanning out on the bed under him as you lay back down and he swears you’re the most divine creature he’s ever seen. 

How funny life was, that the woman who made him feel most alive, was the one person his status would never allow him to fully have. Dangerous images started to form, ones where he left his wife and concubines and publicly claimed you as his. Such thoughts were unbecoming of a Fire Lord, untraditional, but Zuko had been breaking those since the day that crown was placed on his head.

What was one more rule overthrown? 

 The way you’re naively staring up at him has him drunk on desire, his hard cock straining against the towel still wrapped around his waist. He notices how you let your eyes drift across his body, admiring him just as he admired you. 

When they land on his hidden twitching length and your eyes widen, he bites back a smirk, enjoying this entirely too much. You were shaking like you’d never done this before, eyes nervously looking around while you chewed on your bottom lip, almost petrified as if you were a-

He pauses, heart quickening at the idea of being your first. His feet move before his mind, reached down to grab your fiddling hands and lacing his fingers with yours to move them above your head. He uses his knee to spread your legs wide and settle his body between them, his cock pressing against your covered pussy.

You lock your legs around his hips, having no clue what you’re doing but following your gut. You're immediately rewarded with a sick pleasure as he grinds into you. It’s almost good enough to cover up the fact that you were terrified, having never gone past the grinding stage.

“Sweetheart..” Zuko whispers “Have you not been deflowered?” 

And when you nod your head yes he can’t control the groan that escapes, lowering his head to place his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling long and hard because you smelled too fucking good. 

He kisses the area between your shoulder and neck, making his way up until he’s face to face with you again. His pupils have dilated, his eyes burning brighter by the second. 

“My my you’re just full of surprises aren’t you, my little dove?”

You swallow hard, your tongue caught in your throat when he starts to move a hand between your thighs, lifting his hips just enough so he can press his fingers against your aching pussy. The first brush of his fingers made you arch off the bed with a cry. He groans, low and guttural as he pushes your panties to the side and teases your entrance, circling but never quite giving you what you craved.

“I’ll take such good care of you, love. Make every second worth it.” 

You let out a shaky breath and nod your head again, moving your hips to meet his fingers and growing frustrated when he pulls away. 

He laughs at your desperation and it makes you flush hot, ashamed at how desperate you were acting. 

“Be patient.” 

“Please, Zuko, ngghh fuck.” Your voice cracks as he finally sinks one finger then two inside you, curling just right to make your vision whiten at the edges.

You’re whimpering and tossing your head side to side as he sets a cruelly slow pace, slick dripping down his fingers while he stretches you open. Those heated make out session you shared with men of your status could never live up to this, you were in pure bliss and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. 

His breath is hot on your neck, tongue licking taunting strips that have you tightening around his fingers. When you're wet enough and stretched out just right, he picks up the pace bit by bit. Giving you more in small doses.

“That’s it, love. Take what I give you, you’re doing so well.”

He spreads his fingers, scissoring you to help prep you for his cock. You were so fucking tight that if he fucked you at this stage, he’d probably cum within five seconds of being inside you. 

Zuko groans loudly when your hands escape his grip and you sink your nails into his back, hips moving in circles around his fingers. He can feel the way your cunt is jumping, clit hard in arousal and he has to taste your or he’ll die, so he’s picking up his pace until his fingers are slamming into you, thumb rubbing harsh circles on your sensitive bud. 

Your stomach tightens the longer he goes, a bubble taking root through your body before it bursts and you’re crying out as your very first orgasm rips through you, pussy clenching around his hand. 

He kept working you through it, his fingers heating up and your vision turns red from the intense pleasure the newfound warmth added, drawing out every wave until you were a trembling mess beneath him. Only then did he pull his fingers free, glistening with your arousal, and bring them to his lips. His tongue dragged over them with a groan, savoring the taste of you and it has you wanting more .

“What,” You take in a deep breath, face sweaty and burning. “Was that? Did you- did you use your bending on me?” 

Zuko shrugs and smiles at you, bangs falling in his face. “A trick I learned. Did you enjoy it?” 

Enjoy it? You wanted to laugh in his face because there simply wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what you were feeling, your body trapped between the spirit and living realm. Your pussy was still throbbing from being stretched, legs shaking like jelly as you struggled to catch your breath. 

“I want more. Please.” You reach a hand up to touch Zuko’s cheek, thumb rubbing at his scar and you keep your eyes on him as you run your other hand down his side, enjoying the way his body shudders this time. 

When you reach the knot keeping the cloth around his hips snug, you start to unwork it, your eyes never leaving his. He lets you, seeming entertained with the idea of you taking charge when only a few hours ago you wouldn’t even look at him. 

When it falls to the floor you reach a hand between your bodies, fingers running through his pubes before you wrap them around his cock and he gasps from the sudden contact. 

It’s warm, long and thicker than his print let on and your ten seconds of confidence are over before you can enjoy it, hand faltering as you imagine trying to fit that inside of you.

Zuko notices your hesitation, pulling back so he can look at you clearly while rubbing his thumb against your hip. “Don’t think too much about it, love. I promised to be gentle.” 

You nod even though nerves still have sweat beading on your forehead. You wanted this, needed this more than anything and even though you knew your parents would be disappointed that you were unwed, you couldn’t find it in you to care. 

You would deal with the consequences later, but for now nothing existed outside of this space you and Zuko shared.

“O-okay.” You whisper, the hair on your arms standing to attention when he moves your body up the bed and pulls your panties off, lying on his stomach between your legs as tossing them. 

Now you understood how the first pair ended up under his bed.

You whimper as his fingers find your pussy again, circling your overstimulated clit with slow strokes. He nuzzles his nose against your thigh, placing a kiss on it before licking at your entrance in a strip. 

You reach a hand down and grab onto his hair, lip catching in your teeth as you start to slowly move your hips against his face. Zuko groans encouragingly, replacing his fingers with his tongue and sucking your clit into his mouth. 

You gasp, hand tightening around his black hair as your back arches off the bed and Zuko works you, stretching you open with his index finger, preparing you for what’s to come. Your nipples grow harder by the second, pussy throbbing and leaking juices all over his face and hand.

“My lord?” The voice comes from the other side of the door and you immediately recognize it as a co-workers, your blood turning cold despite the sweat coating your skin. 

Panic, pure panic has you attempting to pull your body away but Zuko isn’t having it, using his hand to grab your hip and roughly pin you to the bed. His strength was overwhelming, even while only using half of it he was able to keep you still, attention solely focused on making you cum again.

Tears pull in the corners of your eyes when he adds his middle finger, pushing deep until his knuckles are flush against your pussy, ignoring the voice on the other side of the door. 

You’re too gone to truly stop him, legs tightening around his head to pull him closer. You’re bucking widely against him, biting back several moans that threaten to expose your current.. condition. 

Zuko uses his powers again, heating his tongue against your clit and you let go, eyes rolling back with your mouth dropped in a silent cry, pussy squirting juices onto the man beneath you. He doesn’t care, doesn’t stop sucking you dry until your legs are dropping from his shoulders.

“I just.. I thought you might be hungry since you skipped dinner.”

“Just ate.” His voice calls out, eyes locked on your eyes with a hint of mischief in them. “Leave me.”

SIlence. 

Zuko doesn’t wait, grabbing your legs and hooking them on his arms as he lines his cock up with your entrance. Your eyes are as wide as the moon when he slightly nudges forward, grinding his impressive length through your folds to soak it. 

When the sound of footsteps fade away, Zuko doesn’t give you a moment to speak before he’s pushing the tip in. He didn't rush it, didn’t force it. Instead, he held your gaze as he started to push through your tight walls, inch by inch, his breath ragged with restraint. 

You cried out as the pain of your broken hymen tore through you, your nails digging into his shoulders. Zuko stilled, his jaw clenched, his voice a rough whisper. “Breathe. Just.. breathe. I’ve got you.”

His cock was discovering new depths, ones his fingers and tongue couldn't quite reach. He stopped with every inch, littering your face in kisses and licking your tears away. “So good for me, love. You’re so brave.” 

The feeling of your hymen tearing was sharp and painful, the trick of taking a deep breath only working for a few seconds before it became too overwhelming. Still you bite your lip, forcing yourself to stay quiet but Zuko noticed. Of course he did. 

He pulls back, staring down at you with concern etched into his face. “Are you- are you okay? I can stop.” He chokes out the last part when your pussy grips him on instinct, forehead dropping onto yours.

“I just need, mmm, a minute. It burns.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth “My brave little dove. It’ll pass.”

You take deep, shuddering breaths as he gives you time to adjust to his size, his hand cradling your face, lips brushing against yours in the softest kiss as his hair falls on the sides of your face.

When the pain mostly withdrew and was replaced with a deep burn of desire, you nodded for him to continue. 

He started by rolling his hips in slow, deep thrusts that made your toes curl, making sure to keep his eyes on yours for any signs of discomfort. While Zuko had wanted nothing more than to pound you, he wasn’t a brute and wanted you to enjoy yourself too, especially since it was your first time. 

“That’s it. Take all of it, perfect girl.” He grunts, his pelvis rubbing against your clit so beautifully that you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. 

“Haah, oh god! That f-feels amazing, my lord.” 

The sound of his title slipping from your tongue has him reeling, leaving him hopelessly flustered and his cheeks dusted pink as he smashes his mouth against yours, your tongues tangling as he picks up his pace. Your pussy suctions every time he pulls far enough out and shoves his cock deep inside, mushroom tip rubbing against your cervix. 

It drives you crazy the way he’s stretching you, the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure making the world around you tilt. You lift your hips, silently begging for more and it doesn't take long for Zuko to understand you. 

He kisses you one more time before sitting on the back on his legs, grabbing your hips with both hands and leaning over your body to fold you in half. You’re in a mean mating press, your legs pressing into your chest as Zuko hovers over you. 

His eyes are burning bright from the lit hearth, his chest red from exertion. Tears pool at the sight, he was truly unbelievable. Zuko was arguably the most powerful man in the realm and here he was, on top of you and in this moment, yours.

“Fuck, I w-won’t last long like this.” 

Zuko swears. Something he never does as he finds it to be uncouth, however you were turning him mad, clouding his judgement.   

“S’kay.” Your words slurred as you pushed his hair from his face and moved your hips as best as you could in this position. “Just need.. you to move.” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Zuko doesn’t start slow because when he looks down and sees the way his cock is snug inside of you, disappearing and reappearing coated in light red blood, he snaps. His body hunches over yours as he slams into you, savoring the way you scream out his name and rake your nails over his chest. 

“OH! Zuko, I’m-” You’re whining and tossing your head back, drool and tears leaking down your face, your pussy squelching from blood and arousal, making a big fucking mess on the silk sheets.

“Yes? Tell me, love. Tell your firelord what you need.” 

You can’t speak, spit bubbling in your mouth while Zuko fucks you dumb on his cock. He’s pounding you so hard that your body is moving up the bed, the headboard slamming loudly into the wall as he has his way with you.

“I think I know what you need.” 

The world tilts when he pulls you off his cock and flips you onto your stomach, using his hands to push your legs together. 

“What are you-” Your question is cut short by the feeling of him lowering his body over yours and slipping his cock between your legs, nudging until he’s at your entrance again and pushing through your squishy walls. 

“You need more, so I’m giving you more.” He bottoms out in one sharp thrust, his balls smacking against your ass as he starts to ruthlessly pound into you, his hand pushing your face into the mattress. 

“Huuuuh, oh fuck! God yes, just like t-that!” Your fingers grip the sheets, knuckles turning white from the force. 

Zuko fucks you impossible harder and in return, your pussy clenched around him tight, sucking up his cock and refusing to let go. 

He has you in a prone position, propping himself on his elbows so he doesn’t squish you, lips sucking on your neck and making sure to leave marks. If he couldn’t publicly have you, he would make sure others knew you were already claimed. An ugly sense of possession swelling in his chest. 

His thrust grows animalistic and your cunt flutters around him. The pressure builds in your core and coils tighter with every stroke. 

“So perfect for me, love. Say it, say you’re mine.”  

Your back arches, nipples dragging across the bed and you’re stuttering out I’m yours! as the knot in your stomach finally bursts and you’re cumming for the third time. The pleasure is white and it’s hot, your screams muffed as you turn your face into the bed. 

Zuko wraps your hair in his hand, twisting it and pulling while he keeps fucking you, cock swelling as he chases his releases. His breathing is ragged, hips pushing you further down. 

“Can I- fuck- can you I breed you?” 

You nod your head, pushing your hips up to meet his thrusts. He slams into you a few more times before burying himself to the hilt with a loud groan, cock pulsing as hot cum spurts against your cervix, thick and overflowing.

His hips jerk with each pulse, pumping his seed deeper inside you. You feel the warmth of his cum leaking out, further ruining his sheets. 

Zuko stays there for a minute, letting the last of his release drip into you before slowly pulling out and falling to the bed beside you. 

You slowly roll onto your back, pussy sore and when you can think straight, reality crashes into you that you were no longer pure. 

Who would marry you now? 

Before anxiety could swallow you whole, Zuko was pulling you into his arms, grabbing your leg to hike it over his waist. You hesitate before laying your head on his chest, relief washing over you that he hadn’t immediately kicked you out. 

Tomorrow. You could worry about your future tomorrow. For now, you would enjoy the bliss of being his before you were just his servant again come morning.

“Mine.” He leans down to kiss the top of your head. “All mine.” 

He grabs your hand and toys with your ring finger, and you had no idea that Zuko was already planning a way to end his marriage without causing an uproar, thinking of how to ask you to be his girlfriend without scaring you off. 

He would have to handle his council first, not that it really mattered in the end. Nothing and no one was going to stop him from making you his.

❦ lisa's note: this took an embarassing amount of time to finish so I hope you guys enjoy it and pls ignore any grammar errors, my brain is fried 🥲 comments are always appreciated!

© art creds: @hunnismokah ❤︎

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And you’re so used to it, the casual touching, the way they both smell faintly of cedar and whatever cologne they stole from each other, that you never question how heavy their breathing gets when you shift and your ass presses back against Eren’s hips.

You yawn, stretch like a cat, and announce it without thinking.

“I’ve got a date tomorrow night.”

The room doesn’t freeze. Not exactly.

But the lazy thumb on your thigh stops dead. Toru’s fingers pause mid-scratch against your scalp. The only sound left is the muffled explosions from the television and the sudden harsh rhythm of Eren’s exhale through his nose.

“A date,” Eren repeats. Flat. Like he’s tasting something bitter.

“Yeah,” you hum, oblivious, scrolling through your phone now. “This guy from chem. He’s cute. Kinda tall. Said he’d take me to that new ramen place downtown.”

Toru’s voice comes quieter than usual. Almost gentle. “Tomorrow.”

“Mhm.” You tilt your head back to look up at him, smiling all sweet and glassy-eyed like you always do when you’re happy. “Why? You guys wanna come third-wheel? I can ask if he’s cool with it.”

Eren laughs, but it’s wrong. Sharp, with no humor in it at all.

He shifts under you suddenly, strong hands clamping around your hips, keeping you pinned right where you are. You squeak in surprise, thighs squeezing together on instinct.

“No,” he says. Low and dangerous. “We don’t wanna third-wheel, princess.”

Toru’s hand slides from your hair down to your throat…not choking, just… holding. Collarbone to jaw. His thumb brushing the soft skin under your chin so you have to look at him.

“You’re not going,” he murmurs.

You blink up at him, lashes fluttering. “Huh?”

“You’re not going on a date,” Eren cuts in, voice rougher now, hips rolling up just enough that you feel exactly how hard he is. Not subtle. Not pretending anymore. The thick outline of him presses insistently against your ass through thin layers of fabric. “Not with him. Not with anyone.”

Your breath catches. You’re still trying to process, still trying to stay in that sweet, fuzzy headspace where they’re just your overprotective best friends so when Toru leans down and kisses the corner of your mouth soft, teasing and barely there, you're a bit stunned to say the least.

But Eren doesn’t tease.

He grabs your chin, turns your face towards him, and kisses you like he’s been starving for it. Deep and messy, his tongue sliding against yours before you can even gasp. One hand fists in your hair while the other slips under the hoodie, rough palm skating up your bare stomach until he’s cupping your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple like he’s done it a thousand times in his head, he grabs it and balls up the fabric in his palm and tugs it off you, throwing it behind the couch without care.

When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing hard. Your lips are swollen. His eyes are dilated, black eating the emerald green.

“We’ve been good,” he rasps. “So fucking good. Letting you prance around in those tiny shorts, letting you sleep between us, letting you rub that pretty little body all over us every night like it’s nothing. But a date?” He laughs again low and bitter. “Nah, baby. That shit ends tonight.”

Toru’s mouth finds your neck. Open-mouthed, he sucks a bruise right under your jaw while his hand slides between your thighs, not touching your pussy yet, just cupping you over your panties, letting you feel the heat of his palm.

“You’ve been so sweet to us,” Toru whispers against your skin. “Letting us hold you. Letting us get hard and pretend it’s an accident. But we’re done pretending, baby.”

Eren’s fingers pinch your nipple harder and you whimper embarrassingly which makes them both look at each other in unison and smirk.

“We both think about this cunt every single night,” he growls. “Every time you fall asleep between us, we’re rock fucking hard imagining how tight you’d feel. How wet you are, how you’d cry our names when we finally stretch you open.”

Toru hums in agreement, middle finger pressing just enough against your clit through the cotton that your hips jerk.

“You’re ours,” he says simply. Like it’s obvious. Like it’s always been obvious. “Always have been. You just didn’t know we were waiting for permission to take what’s ours.”

Eren leans in again, lips brushing yours.

“Tell us you want it,” he murmurs. “Tell us you want both of us. Or we stop right now… and you can go on your little date tomorrow like a good girl.”

His thumb brushes your bottom lip.

“But if you do…” He smiles slowly, a feral glint in his eyes,"We're not letting you leave this couch until your pussy’s so full of us you can’t even think about another man’s name.”

Your thighs tremble.

Your heart hammers, you aren't entirely sure if the imagery Eren’s just conjured up is what has your body on fire and mind in disarray with boiling want. Do you really want them both at the same time, your best friends…were you always this naive about them or did you just realise that you want them too.. God, yes you fucking do.

And between them now, with their warmth, dicks hard and unyielding tension, you feel something inside you finally give in.

Soft and sweet and a little dumb with want.

“…please,” you whisper.

Eren groans like you just handed him the keys to heaven.

Toru smiles against your throat.

“Good girl.”

You’re still trembling from the way they pinned you down, Eren’s mouth bruising yours, Satoru’s teeth grazing your throat and when Toru shifts, sitting up straighter on the couch. His hoodie is rucked up just enough to show the sharp cut of his hips, the light trail of hair disappearing into gray sweats that are doing nothing to hide how fucking thick he is.

“Baby,” he says, voice all soft velvet now, “need your mouth.”

Your eyes drop automatically. His hand catches yours, guides it down slow until your palm presses flat over the obscene bulge. Even through the fabric you can feel the heat, the heavy throb. He’s so hard it looks painful, long, thick and curving up toward his stomach like it’s begging.

“See, baby? m’hard for you,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over your knuckles while he makes you feel every inch. “Been like this every night you sleep between us. Couldn’t help it. Your little ass grinding back, those tiny whimpers you make in your sleep… fuck.”

You swallow. Your mouth feels too wet, too empty.

He tugs the waistband of his sweats down just enough. No underwear.. you think thats gross but also fucking hot ugh. Just him and his fat, flushed cock, the tip already slick and shiny with precum that beads at the slit and drips slow down the underside. It twitches when the cool air hits it. So pretty. So stupidly big. The kind of cock that makes your thighs clench on instinct.

You’re sweet about it. Always sweet. You lean forward without being told twice, pressing the softest, open-mouthed kiss right to the fat head. Your lips brush the sticky tip and he hisses through his teeth, hips jerking like he can’t help it.

“Good girl,” Toru breathes. One hand cups the back of your head, not pushing, just holding. “Just like that. Kiss it again. Taste me, pretty please.”

You do. Another slow, filthy kiss. Then another. Letting your tongue flick out to lap at the precum, salty and warm. He groans low in his throat.

“Open up, baby. Gonna teach you exactly how I like it.”

You part your lips. He guides himself in slowly, inch by thick inch, until the head sits heavy on your tongue. Your eyes water instantly at the stretch, but you don’t pull back. You just look up at him with those big, glassy eyes while he starts telling you what he wants.

“Suck the tip first.. yeah aaaah- just like that. Swirl your pretty tongue around it. Fuck… goodness baby. Now take a little more. Relax your throat for me, sweet thing. Breathe through your nose.”

You try. You really try. He’s so big it makes your jaw ache already, but the way he’s looking at you like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen makes you want to take all of him. You hollow your cheeks, suck soft, letting your tongue drag along the thick vein underneath.

Behind you, Eren’s been patient. Too patient.

His hands find the backs of your thighs, prying them apart until you’re spread wide across his lap. Cool air hits your soaked panties and you whimper around Toru’s cock.

“Come on, baby girl,” Eren growls against the shell of your ear. “Won’t you let me see this pretty pussy? Been dying to look at it properly.”

His fingers hook into the crotch of your panties, tugging them to the side. You’re dripping. Embarrassingly so, strings of slick connecting your folds to the fabric when he pulls it away and he groans like he’s in pain.

“Fuck. Look at her, Toru. She’s fucking soaked.”

Toru’s hips stutter forward, pushing a little deeper into your mouth at the sight. You gag softly but keep going, drool's already slipping down your chin.

Eren’s fingers slide through your folds slowly with deliberate care, coating themselves in your wetness before he finds your clit. Cute little swollen thing, peeking out and begging. He rubs it in tight, mean circles with his thumb while two fingers tease your entrance, not pushing in yet. Just circling. Spreading you open.

“So wet for us,” he mutters. “This little cunt’s been waiting, huh? Knew you needed both of us stretching you out.”

You moan around Toru’s cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. Your hips buck forward into Eren’s hand without thinking, chasing the pressure on your clit.

Toru’s grip tightens in your hair. “That’s it, baby. Keep sucking. Gonna fuck your mouth slow while Eren plays with this perfect pussy. You’re doing so good for us.”

Eren slips one finger inside you, then another immediately, curling them just right while his thumb keeps working your clit in relentless little strokes. You’re shaking now, thighs trembling, drool dripping down Toru’s cock as you try to take him deeper. 

Eren hooks his fingers into the thin waistband of your panties now, tugging them down with slow, patient care, down the swell of you ass and the crotch is soaked, from his spit and your sticky slick. Once he gets it off he presses an open mouthed kiss to your pretty cunt, his mouth fully englufing you with no barrier stopping him anymore.

They’ve got you right where they want you, split open between them, mouth full, cunt dripping, completely theirs.

And they’re only just getting started.

Toru’s grip in your hair turns firmer but not cruel, just enough to remind you who’s in control. He rocks his hips up slow, feeding you another thick inch until the head bumps the back of your throat and your eyes water instantly. You gag around him, soft and wet, helpless little sound that makes his abs flex and his breath hitch.

“Fuck, baby… that’s it,” he groans, voice wrecked. “Gag on it. Let me feel that tight little throat squeeze me. You’re so sweet when you try to take it all.”

Tears prick your lashes. Drool spills from the corners of your mouth, slicking down his shaft, dripping onto your chin and the couch beneath. You’re messy for him, always so eager to please and he loves it. Loves the way your tongue still tries to swirl even when you’re struggling, the way your cheeks hollow every time he pulls back just to push in again.

Behind you, Eren’s done playing nice.

He’s got your thighs shoved wide, knees hooked over his shoulders now so your ass is lifted just enough for him to bury his face where he’s been dying to be. Rough hands spread your cunt open, his fingers digging into soft, slick flesh, holding you apart like he’s displaying you. You’re so wet it’s obscene: glistening folds, clit swollen and throbbing, strings of arousal clinging to his fingers when he pulls them away.

“Look at this sloppy little pussy,” he mutters against your inner thigh, hot breath fanning over your core. “Dripping all over my hand just from sucking him off. You love being used like this, don’t you?”

Before you can even whimper around Toru’s cock, Eren slaps your pussy, a sharp, wet smack that makes your whole body jolt. The sting blooms fast into heat, clit pulsing harder. You cry out muffled around the thick length filling your mouth.

Eren does it again. Harder. The sound is filthy, each wet smacks echoing in the quiet room. Your hips buck uselessly, cunt clenching around nothing.

“Sensitive already?” he taunts, voice low and mean. Then he spits, right on your clit, a thick glob of saliva landing perfectly, sliding down your folds. He watches it drip with dark eyes before leaning in and dragging his tongue flat from your entrance to your clit in one long, slow stripe.

You sob around Toru. The vibration makes him curse and thrust deeper, holding you there until your nose brushes his pelvis and you’re choking sweetly, and tears streaming.

Eren eats you like he’s starving. Tongue flicking fast over your clit, then sucking it between his lips with hard pulls that make your thighs shake. He alternates: sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your folds, tongue dipping inside to fuck you shallow, then back to circling that needy little bud. Every time you get close, your hips grinding and muffled moans turning desperate, he pulls back. Just enough.

Edging and Torturing you… keeping you right on the brink.

“Uh-uh,” he growls when your cunt flutters, so close you can taste it. Another slap, lighter this time, but it still makes you yelp around Toru’s cock. “Not yet, baby girl. You don’t come until we say.”

Toru’s breathing is ragged now, hips stuttering as he fucks your throat in shallow thrusts. “She’s gonna make me come if she keeps moaning like that,” he warns Eren, but there’s no real complaint in it, just raw need. “Fuck… her mouth’s so warm. So fucking wet.”

Eren hums against your clit, the vibration ripping another choked sound from you. He spits again messily then sucks your clit back into his mouth while two fingers slide inside, curling against that spot that makes your eyes roll back.

You’re shaking. Drooling. Gagging sweetly every time Toru bottoms out. Cunt clenching around Eren’s fingers while he edges you mercilessly with every lick, suck, slap, spit, repeat.

They’ve got you trapped between them, mouth stuffed full, pussy spread and devoured, body trembling on the edge of something massive.

Toru’s thumb brushes a tear from your cheek, almost tenderly and he slips his cock out of from your mouth and taps the tip of his cock to your lips as you catch your breath, smearing bubbly saliva and pre over your lips messily.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers. “Taking us both so pretty.”

Eren pulls back just long enough to murmur against your dripping folds:

“Gonna let you come soon, baby… but only when you’re choking on his load and begging for mine.”

Your whole body clenches at the promise.

They’re not stopping.

Not until you’re ruined for anyone else.

Eren pulls back from your dripping cunt with a wet, obscene sound, his lips shiny, chin slick with you. He’s breathing hard, eyes dark and blown out like he’s high off the taste. Without a word he shifts, lying flat on his back along the couch, one arm hooked behind his head while the other reaches for your hip.

“Come on, baby,” he rasps, voice rough from all the growling and licking. “Sit on my face. Need this pretty pussy grinding on my tongue right fucking now.”

You’re still dazed, mouth swollen from Toru, thighs shaking from the edging, but the command cuts through the fog. You crawl forward on shaky knees, straddling his head. He doesn’t wait for you to settle. Big hands clamp around your hips and yank you down hard until your soaked cunt is pressed flush to his mouth.

The first swipe of his tongue is filthy, long and flat dragging from your entrance all the way up to your clit. He groans into you like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted, vibrations ripping a broken moan from your throat. Then he’s eating you messy: lips sucking at your folds, tongue fucking inside shallow and greedy, nose bumping your clit with every tilt of his head. He’s loud about it slurping, sucking and growling against your core like he’s trying to drink you dry.

Your hands scramble for purchase, fingers digging into the back of the couch as your hips rock instinctively, grinding down on his face. He loves it. Encourages it with bruising grips, guiding you to ride his tongue harder and faster.

Toru’s been watching the whole time, stroking himself slow and lazy while you gagged on him earlier. Now he stands up beside the couch, his sweats shoved down to his thighs, cock flushed dark and glistening from your spit. He steps closer, one hand fisting the base while the other cups your jaw, tilting your face toward him.

“Open up again, baby,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Gonna fuck this pretty mouth while he eats you out.”

You part your lips on instinct, still so sweet, so pliant and he slides back in. Not gentle this time. He pushes deep right away, hitting the back of your throat until your eyes water fresh and you gag around him, sloppy and wet. Drool spills immediately, running down your chin, dripping onto Eren’s chest below you.

Toru starts thrusting in, slow at first, letting you adjust, then deeper, harder. One hand tangles in your hair to hold you steady while the other braces on the back of the couch. “That’s it… throat me like a good girl. Fuck, look at you nmgh taking it so sloppy, making such aaah mess.”

Every time he bottoms out you choke. Sweet, wet gurgles that make Eren groan louder into your cunt. The sound vibrates straight through your clit and you buck harder against his face, smearing yourself all over his mouth, his nose, his chin. He doesn’t care. He just spreads you wider with his thumbs, tongue flicking fast over your clit before sucking it between his lips again, relentlessly.

His own hand slips down, his fingers wrapping around his neglected cock, stroking himself in rough, tight pulls while he devours you. The wet schlick of his fist mixes with the filthy sounds of his mouth on your pussy and Toru’s dick sliding in and out of your throat.

You’re caught perfectly between them: hips grinding desperate on Eren’s tongue, throat stuffed full of Toru’s thick length, drool and slick everywhere. Your moans are muffled and broken, vibrating around him every time Eren licks that perfect spot inside you with his tongue.

Toru’s hips stutter, breath hitching. “Fuck… gonna cum soon if you keep choking on me like that, baby.”

Eren pulls back just enough to growl against your folds, words muffled but clear. “Not yet. She comes first. Then we both fill her up.”

He dives back in, sucking your clit hard, tongue flicking merciless while his fingers dig into your ass, spreading you even wider so he can bury his face deeper.

You’re trembling, thighs quaking, so close it hurts.

Toru fucks your mouth faster. Shallow,  sloppy thrusts that make spit drip down onto Eren’s abs.

Eren strokes himself harder, hips bucking up into his fist like he can’t help it.

They’ve got you right there teetering, dripping, stuffed full and theirs.

Just a little more.

And you’re going to shatter.

It hits you like a wave you can’t outrun.

Eren’s tongue is relentlessly sucking your clit in hard, pulsing pulls while his fingers dig into your hips, holding you down so you can’t escape even if you wanted to. Your thighs lock around his head, whole body seizing as the pressure snaps. You cum hard shaking. Cries muffled around Toru’s cock, hips grinding down messy and desperate onto Eren’s face. Slick floods his mouth; he drinks it up greedily, groaning deep vibrations straight into your core that drag the orgasm out longer, sharper, until you’re sobbing with it.

Your cunt pulses around nothing, clenching on air, dripping down his chin, his neck. He doesn’t stop licking, not even when you’re twitching and oversensitive. Just softer laps now, soothing the raw edges while you shudder through the aftershocks.

Toru’s been fucking your throat steady, but the way you choke and moan around him when you come tips him over. He pulls back suddenly. Only the fat, swollen tip still resting on your tongue and strokes himself faster and rough.

“Fuck ngh open wide, baby,” he pants. “Gonna, fuck- give it to you.”

You do. Tongue out, lips parted, eyes glassy and teary from everything staring up at him. He groans low, hips jerking, and comes thick, rope after hot, heavy rope painting your tongue white. It’s so much it spills a little at the corners of your mouth before you can catch it all. Warm and salty, thick enough that it clings n pools heavy in the center of your tongue.

He milks the last drops out with slow strokes, smearing the tip across your lips like he’s marking you.

“Don’t swallow it yet, pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice wrecked and soft all at once. “Need to see it first.”

You stay like that, kneeling between them, thighs still trembling from Eren’s mouth, mouth full of Toru’s load. Eren finally eases you up just enough to sit back against the couch arm, pulling you half into his lap so you’re still facing Toru. His hands slide up your sides, possessively, while he watches with dark emerald, hungry eyes.

Toru steps closer. Cups your jaw gently but firm, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth where a little escaped.

“Show me,” he says.

You part your lips slowly, careful not to let any spill. Your tongue coated, its thick, pearlescent-white, his cum sitting heavy and pooling in the middle, strings of it connecting to the roof of your mouth when you part wider. It’s obscene. Beautifully yours.

Toru exhales shaky. “Fuck… look at that. All for us.”

He reaches in, two long fingers sliding past your lips, pressing into the warm pool of his own release. He stirs it lazy, coating his fingertips, feeling how thick and sticky it is while you whimper softly around the intrusion. Your eyes flutter, lashes wet.

Then he pulls his fingers out, glistening, dripping, and brings them straight to his own mouth. Sucks them clean and slow, tongue swirling around the digits, tasting himself mixed with the faint sweetness of your spit. His eyes never leave yours, cerulean eyes a hint darker and possessive, like he’s claiming every part of this.

“Sweet,” he murmurs against his fingers. “But not as sweet as you’re gonna taste when we both fill that pretty cunt next.”

Eren’s hand slips between your thighs again, fingers brushing your still-throbbing clit, making you jolt.

“Our turn to mark you inside,” Eren growls low against your ear, nipping the lobe. “Gonna stuff you so full you’ll be leaking us for days.”

You’re still holding Toru’s cum on your tongue, thick, warm and waiting.

Toru leans down, kisses the corner of your mouth softly.

“Now swallow, baby,” he whispers. “Take all of me… then we’ll give you both.”

Your throat works. You swallow slow, feeling it slide down, warm and heavy while they watch like it’s the hottest thing they’ve ever seen.

And when your lips part again, empty now, Eren’s already shifting you, lining himself up.

They’re nowhere near done.

Not even close.

Eren’s hands are already on your hips the second you finish swallowing, rough palms sliding up your sides, guiding you with that same possessive grip he’s always had but never let loose like this. He pulls you forward until you’re straddling his lap, knees sinking into the couch cushions on either side of his thighs. Your arms loop around his shoulders automatically, fingers digging into the back of his neck, forehead dropping to rest against his as you try to catch your breath.

He’s hard again, thick and flushed, leaking at the tip from stroking himself while he ate you out. The head nudges against your soaked entrance, slicking itself in your arousal without even trying. You whimper at the contact, hips twitching forward on instinct.

“Easy, baby girl,” Eren murmurs, voice low and wrecked. One hand stays clamped on your hip while the other reaches between you, guiding himself right to your opening. “Gonna take me slow and let me feel every inch of this tight little cunt finally wrap around me?”

You nod dumbly and eager, still hazy from coming so hard, and you start to sink down.

The stretch is immediate. Intense. He’s thick enough that your walls flutter and grip around the head the second it pops inside, and you gasp sharply against his mouth. Eren groans like he’s been punched in the gut, head falling back against the couch for a second before he snaps it forward again to watch your face.

“Fuck… look at you,” he breathes. “Taking me so pretty already.”

You keep sinking down slow and carefully, until he’s buried halfway in. Your thighs tremble from the burn of it and that’s when Toru moves.

He’s been right behind you the whole time, silent and patient, stroking himself lazy while he watched. Now he presses in close, chest flush to your back, one arm banding around your waist to hold you steady while his other hand slides down between your spread thighs.

As you take another inch of Eren, Toru shoves two fingers into your dripping cunt right alongside Eren’s cock.

The stretch doubles instantly. Your walls clamp down hard, fluttering wildly around the sudden fullness. You cry out high and broken, head tipping back against Toru’s shoulder.

“Fuck, baby,” Toru whispers hot against your ear, fingers curling deep, pressing against that spot that makes your toes curl. “So tight. So fucking full already and we’re just getting started.”

Eren’s hips jerk up on instinct, pushing deeper while Toru’s fingers thrust in shallow, matching the rhythm. The drag is obscene, Eren’s thick length stretching you open, Toru’s fingers rubbing against him through your walls, slick sounds filling the room every time they move.

“You’ll let me stretch this pretty pussy out too, hm?” Toru murmurs, voice all soft velvet as makes it sounds more like a promise than a threat. He scissors his fingers in slower, spreading you wider around Eren’s cock, making room. “Gonna open you up nice and slow so you can take both of us. Gonna feel so good when I slide in right next to him… gonna ruin this little cunt for anyone else.”

You’re shaking between them, overwhelmed and suffed, dripping down Eren’s shaft and Toru’s wrist. Eren’s mouth finds your throat, sucking a fresh bruise while he bottoms out fully, hips flush to yours. The pressure is insane, Eren’s cock throbbing deep inside, Toru’s fingers still working you open, curling and thrusting until you’re clenching so hard it hurts in the best way.

“Goddamn,” Eren growls against your skin. “She’s gripping me like a fucking vice. Keep going, Toru ngh stretch her more. Wanna haah feel you in there with me.”

Toru adds a third finger in slow and carefully and you sob, nails digging into Eren’s shoulders. The burn blooms into heat, into pleasure so sharp it whites out your vision for a second.

“That’s it,” Toru praises, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Such a good girl. Taking us both already. Gonna fuck you together soon… gonna fill you up until you’re leaking us for days.”

Eren starts rocking up into you with shallow thrusts that make his cock drag against Toru’s fingers with every stroke. You’re so full you can barely think, just feel. Just take.

They’ve got you pinned perfectly, in the front and back, cock and fingers, mouths and hands everywhere.

And they’re only warming you up.

Toru’s fingers are still buried deep, three thick digits stretching you wide around Eren’s cock. When he finally starts to pull them out, slow. Every inch drags against your fluttering walls, against the heavy length already filling you, making you whimper and clench harder around Eren.

You’re shaking in Eren’s lap, arms locked around his shoulders, forehead pressed to his as you try to breathe through the overwhelming fullness. Eren’s hands grip your hips like anchors, keeping you seated deep on him while he watches Toru over your shoulder with those emerald, impatient eyes.

Toru’s voice is low against the back of your neck, lips brushing skin. “Gonna replace these fingers now, baby. Gonna slide right in next to him… gonna make this pretty pussy take us both.”

He shifts closer, chest flush to your back again, one hand steadying your waist while the other guides his cock down. The fat, slick head nudges right against your already-stretched entrance, pressing insistently beside Eren’s shaft. You feel the pressure immediately, hot, blunt, and impossible… fuck- it feels impossible and your breath hitches into a soft, panicked whine.

“Shh,” Toru soothes, kissing the curve of your shoulder. “Relax for me. You’ve been so good… you can take it. Just breathe.”

Eren groans low when he feels Toru start to push, feels the thick head crowding in, stretching you further. “Fuck… yeah, push in slow. Let her feel every inch.”

You’re so wet it helps, slick dripping down Eren’s balls, coating Toru’s tip but the stretch is blinding. Toru rocks forward gently at first, just the head breaching you alongside Eren. Your walls burn, fluttering wildly, trying to accommodate the impossible double thickness. A broken sob tears from your throat; your nails dig crescent moons into Eren’s shoulders.

“Too much?” Eren murmurs against your lips, kissing you soft and messy to distract you. “You’re doing so good, baby girl. Look at you, taking two cocks like you were made for it.”

You whine, embarrassed by the fact of his words. Eren soothes you gently, petting your back with slow strokes, shushing you in his arms.

Toru takes that as a sign to sink in deeper, inch by slow, torturous inch, until he’s buried to the hilt right next to Eren. The fullness is obscene: two thick lengths pressed flush together inside you, walls stretched thin and tremble around them. You can feel every vein, every throb, the way they twitch against each other through the thin barrier of your body.

“Goddamn,” Toru breathes, voice wrecked. His forehead drops to your shoulder, hips flush to your ass. “So fucking tight… can feel him right next to me. Feel how full you are, baby?”

You can’t speak… the words are stuck, you just nod frantically, tears slipping down your cheeks from the intensity. Eren starts moving first. Shallow, careful rolls of his hips that make both cocks drag inside you at once. The friction is electric; every slide rubs them together, rubs against that deep spot that makes your vision blur.

Toru matches him after a moment, pulling back slow while Eren pushes in, then switching. They find a rhythm quick: one in, one out, seesawing deep inside you so there’s never a second you’re empty. The drag is relentless, stretching, filling. Utterly overwhelming.

You’re crying now, soft and overwhelmed sobs into Eren’s neck while your hips start rocking back on instinct, chasing more even though you’re already so full it hurts in the sweetest way.

“That’s it,” Eren growls, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb flicking your nipple. “Ride us, baby. Fuck yourself on both our cocks. Show us how much you love being stuffed like this.”

Toru’s hand slips around to your clit, fingers finding the swollen bud and rubbing tight, fast circles while they keep thrusting. The added stimulation sends sparks up your spine; you clench hard around them both, making them groan in unison.

“Gonna come again?” Toru whispers hot against your ear. “Gonna soak us both? Milk us until we fill this little cunt up?”

Eren’s thrusts get harder, deeper. Hips snapping up to meet yours. “Come on our cocks, pretty girl. Let us feel it. Then we’re gonna pump you so full you’ll be dripping for us so beautifully.”

You’re trembling, teetering, so close again, your body stretched to its limit, clit throbbing under Toru’s fingers, two thick cocks ruining you from the inside out.

They’ve got you pinned, claimed and completely theirs.

And when you shatter this time it’s going to be devastating.

They’re moving in perfect, brutal sync now, Eren thrusting up deep while Toru drives in from behind, cocks sliding against each other inside your stretched, fluttering walls. Every push rubs them together through the thin membrane, friction so intense it makes your eyes roll back. You’re creaming around them. Thick, milky slick coating both shafts, dripping down Eren’s balls and Toru’s thighs with every wet slap of skin on skin.

Your tight walls grip them like a vice, milking desperately as they fuck straight into your cervix, blunt heads battering that deep, sensitive spot over and over. The pressure builds fast, sharp and overwhelming; your tummy bulges visibly with each thrust, the outline of their cocks pressing outward against your lower belly.

Eren notices first. His hand slides down from your hip, palm flattening over the soft swell. He pushes on it firmly, gently and deliberately, right where the bulge is most pronounced.

“Fuck, look at that,” he growls, voice wrecked. “Can feel myself right here… feel how deep we are inside you, baby girl? Stretching her little pussy so wide she’s bulging for us.”

You whimper broken and high, hips jerking between them. The pressure of his palm combined with the relentless pounding sends sparks shooting up your spine. Toru’s hand joins, fingers splaying beside Eren’s, both of them pressing down in tandem as they thrust harder, deeper.

“Gonna make you come like this,” Toru murmurs hot against your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. “Gonna feel you cream all over both our cocks while we kiss your cervix, hm baby want us deep in there?.”

You bite your lip, and it hits you suddenly and violent.

Your whole body locks up, back arching, thighs quaking, a raw sob tearing from your throat as you come harder than before. Walls spasm wildly around them, clenching so tight it drags broken groans from both their throats. Slick gushes out in messy pulses, soaking their cocks, dripping down in thick rivulets. Your vision whites out for a second; you’re shaking, crying, completely lost in the overwhelming fullness and the way Eren’s palm keeps pushing on that bulge, making every pulse of your orgasm feel deeper, sharper.

They don’t stop, can’t stop. They bury themselves to the hilt in one final, synchronized thrust, Eren’s hips snapping up, Toru slamming forward until there’s no space left inside you. You feel them throb, swell, and then they’re coming hard.

Hot, thick spurts flood you at the same time, Eren's cock pulsing deep against your cervix while Toru unloads right beside him, ropes of cum mixing, filling every inch until you’re overflowing. The pressure is insane; your walls flutter helplessly around the double load, trying to take it all but failing beautifully.

Toru pulls back just enough, barely an inch while staying buried deep. His free hand slides down between your thighs, thumb hooking one swollen lip and spreading you open wide. The sight is filthy: your pussy stretched obscenely around both cocks, creamy white cum already leaking out in a fat, slow spurt. It slips from between their shafts thick and pearly dripping down Toru’s length in a heavy trail, coating his balls, pooling on Eren’s thighs beneath you.

“Fuck… look at her leaking us,” Toru breathes, thumb rubbing slow circles through the mess, spreading it over your clit. “So full she can’t even keep it all inside.”

Eren groans low, hips twitching with aftershocks as another small spurt escapes him. His palm stays pressed to your tummy, feeling the faint throb of their cocks still buried deep.

“You’re ours now,” he rasps, kissing your sweaty temple. “This pussy’s marked. Stuffed. Leaking both of us.”

You’re trembling between them overstimulated, full to bursting, cum dripping slow and steady down your thighs. They don’t pull out. Not yet.

They just hold you there, cocks softening slightly but still thick inside, keeping every drop plugged deep while their hands roam lazy over your body.

Claimed.

Ruined.

Theirs.

The room feels heavier now, thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and the faint salt of cum. You’re still straddling Eren’s lap, thighs quivering, body limp and boneless between them. Their cocks are softening inside you, but neither has pulled out yet, just resting there, keeping you plugged full, every tiny shift making a fresh trickle of their mixed release slip out.

Toru moves first.

He eases back slow and carefull, so so gentle, until his cock finally slips free with a wet, obscene sound. A thick gush of cum follows immediately, spilling from your stretched hole, running hot down your inner thighs and dripping onto Eren’s lap. You whimper at the sudden emptiness, walls fluttering around Eren’s length like they’re trying to pull him deeper to compensate.

Toru doesn’t go far.

He leans in close behind you again, chest pressed to your back, arms wrapping around your waist in a loose, possessive hold. His lips find the side of your neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses. Trailing up the curve where he’d bitten earlier. Gentle now. Soothing. Each press of his mouth feels like an apology and a promise at once.

“You did so good, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and wrecked. “Took us both so perfect. Look at you… all messy and full of us.” Another kiss, slower, right under your ear. His tongue flicks out to taste the salt there. “Gonna take care of you now. Promise.”

His hands slide up your sides, warm palms smoothing over ribs, petting you like you’re something fragile and precious. One hand cups the back of your neck, thumb brushing the base of your skull while he keeps kissing your throat, your jaw, the soft spot behind your ear.

Eren’s still buried inside you, half-hard, twitching lazily every time your walls flutter. He shifts just enough to sit up straighter, pulling you flush against his chest so your breasts press to him. His mouth finds yours immediately, a slow, deep kiss that tastes like your own slick and his tongue. Lazy. Unhurried. Like he’s savoring every second now that the frantic edge is gone.

One hand slides up to cup your breast, thumb circling the nipple soft and unhurried, teasing it back to a stiff peak. He pinches gently, rolls it between his fingers, then soothes with the flat of his palm. The other hand stays low, splayed over your lower belly where the bulge has softened but you can still feel the faint throb of him inside.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” he mutters against your lips, kissing you again, messy and open-mouthed, tongue sliding slow against yours. “All flushed and leaking us. Our pretty girl.”

He keeps playing with your tits, kneading one while he kisses you deeper, then switching to the other, thumb flicking the nipple until you arch into his touch with a soft whine. Every tug sends little aftershocks through your oversensitive body; your cunt clenches weakly around him, milking another small bead of cum that drips out around his base.

Toru’s mouth never leaves your neck, kissing and sucking soft bruises into fresh skin, whispering praise between each press of his lips.

“So sweet… so fucking perfect… ours, baby. All ours.”

Eren breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur against your mouth, “Gonna stay like this a while. Keep you full. Keep you warm.”

His fingers keep teasing your nipple with gentle pinches and slow circles, while Toru’s hands roam your sides, your back, your hips. They’re everywhere and nowhere all at once, soft touches and warm mouths, their low voices rumbling praise into your skin.

You’re boneless between them, head lolling back against Toru’s shoulder, lips parted on shaky breaths, body humming with the quiet afterglow.

They don’t rush.

They just hold you.

Kiss you.

Pet you.

Like they’ve got all night.

Like they’ve finally got what they’ve wanted for so long.

And they’re never letting go.

And you’re so used to it, the casual touching, the way they both smell faintly of cedar and whatever cologne they stole from each other, that you never question how heavy their breathing gets when you shift and your ass presses back against Eren’s hips.

You yawn, stretch like a cat, and announce it without thinking.

“I’ve got a date tomorrow night.”

The room doesn’t freeze. Not exactly.

But the lazy thumb on your thigh stops dead. Toru’s fingers pause mid-scratch against your scalp. The only sound left is the muffled explosions from the television and the sudden harsh rhythm of Eren’s exhale through his nose.

“A date,” Eren repeats. Flat. Like he’s tasting something bitter.

“Yeah,” you hum, oblivious, scrolling through your phone now. “This guy from chem. He’s cute. Kinda tall. Said he’d take me to that new ramen place downtown.”

Toru’s voice comes quieter than usual. Almost gentle. “Tomorrow.”

“Mhm.” You tilt your head back to look up at him, smiling all sweet and glassy-eyed like you always do when you’re happy. “Why? You guys wanna come third-wheel? I can ask if he’s cool with it.”

Eren laughs, but it’s wrong. Sharp, with no humor in it at all.

He shifts under you suddenly, strong hands clamping around your hips, keeping you pinned right where you are. You squeak in surprise, thighs squeezing together on instinct.

“No,” he says. Low and dangerous. “We don’t wanna third-wheel, princess.”

Toru’s hand slides from your hair down to your throat…not choking, just… holding. Collarbone to jaw. His thumb brushing the soft skin under your chin so you have to look at him.

“You’re not going,” he murmurs.

You blink up at him, lashes fluttering. “Huh?”

“You’re not going on a date,” Eren cuts in, voice rougher now, hips rolling up just enough that you feel exactly how hard he is. Not subtle. Not pretending anymore. The thick outline of him presses insistently against your ass through thin layers of fabric. “Not with him. Not with anyone.”

Your breath catches. You’re still trying to process, still trying to stay in that sweet, fuzzy headspace where they’re just your overprotective best friends so when Toru leans down and kisses the corner of your mouth soft, teasing and barely there, you're a bit stunned to say the least.

But Eren doesn’t tease.

He grabs your chin, turns your face towards him, and kisses you like he’s been starving for it. Deep and messy, his tongue sliding against yours before you can even gasp. One hand fists in your hair while the other slips under the hoodie, rough palm skating up your bare stomach until he’s cupping your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple like he’s done it a thousand times in his head, he grabs it and balls up the fabric in his palm and tugs it off you, throwing it behind the couch without care.

When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing hard. Your lips are swollen. His eyes are dilated, black eating the emerald green.

“We’ve been good,” he rasps. “So fucking good. Letting you prance around in those tiny shorts, letting you sleep between us, letting you rub that pretty little body all over us every night like it’s nothing. But a date?” He laughs again low and bitter. “Nah, baby. That shit ends tonight.”

Toru’s mouth finds your neck. Open-mouthed, he sucks a bruise right under your jaw while his hand slides between your thighs, not touching your pussy yet, just cupping you over your panties, letting you feel the heat of his palm.

“You’ve been so sweet to us,” Toru whispers against your skin. “Letting us hold you. Letting us get hard and pretend it’s an accident. But we’re done pretending, baby.”

Eren’s fingers pinch your nipple harder and you whimper embarrassingly which makes them both look at each other in unison and smirk.

“We both think about this cunt every single night,” he growls. “Every time you fall asleep between us, we’re rock fucking hard imagining how tight you’d feel. How wet you are, how you’d cry our names when we finally stretch you open.”

Toru hums in agreement, middle finger pressing just enough against your clit through the cotton that your hips jerk.

“You’re ours,” he says simply. Like it’s obvious. Like it’s always been obvious. “Always have been. You just didn’t know we were waiting for permission to take what’s ours.”

Eren leans in again, lips brushing yours.

“Tell us you want it,” he murmurs. “Tell us you want both of us. Or we stop right now… and you can go on your little date tomorrow like a good girl.”

His thumb brushes your bottom lip.

“But if you do…” He smiles slowly, a feral glint in his eyes,"We're not letting you leave this couch until your pussy’s so full of us you can’t even think about another man’s name.”

Your thighs tremble.

Your heart hammers, you aren't entirely sure if the imagery Eren’s just conjured up is what has your body on fire and mind in disarray with boiling want. Do you really want them both at the same time, your best friends…were you always this naive about them or did you just realise that you want them too.. God, yes you fucking do.

And between them now, with their warmth, dicks hard and unyielding tension, you feel something inside you finally give in.

Soft and sweet and a little dumb with want.

“…please,” you whisper.

Eren groans like you just handed him the keys to heaven.

Toru smiles against your throat.

“Good girl.”

You’re still trembling from the way they pinned you down, Eren’s mouth bruising yours, Satoru’s teeth grazing your throat and when Toru shifts, sitting up straighter on the couch. His hoodie is rucked up just enough to show the sharp cut of his hips, the light trail of hair disappearing into gray sweats that are doing nothing to hide how fucking thick he is.

“Baby,” he says, voice all soft velvet now, “need your mouth.”

Your eyes drop automatically. His hand catches yours, guides it down slow until your palm presses flat over the obscene bulge. Even through the fabric you can feel the heat, the heavy throb. He’s so hard it looks painful, long, thick and curving up toward his stomach like it’s begging.

“See, baby? m’hard for you,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over your knuckles while he makes you feel every inch. “Been like this every night you sleep between us. Couldn’t help it. Your little ass grinding back, those tiny whimpers you make in your sleep… fuck.”

You swallow. Your mouth feels too wet, too empty.

He tugs the waistband of his sweats down just enough. No underwear.. you think thats gross but also fucking hot ugh. Just him and his fat, flushed cock, the tip already slick and shiny with precum that beads at the slit and drips slow down the underside. It twitches when the cool air hits it. So pretty. So stupidly big. The kind of cock that makes your thighs clench on instinct.

You’re sweet about it. Always sweet. You lean forward without being told twice, pressing the softest, open-mouthed kiss right to the fat head. Your lips brush the sticky tip and he hisses through his teeth, hips jerking like he can’t help it.

“Good girl,” Toru breathes. One hand cups the back of your head, not pushing, just holding. “Just like that. Kiss it again. Taste me, pretty please.”

You do. Another slow, filthy kiss. Then another. Letting your tongue flick out to lap at the precum, salty and warm. He groans low in his throat.

“Open up, baby. Gonna teach you exactly how I like it.”

You part your lips. He guides himself in slowly, inch by thick inch, until the head sits heavy on your tongue. Your eyes water instantly at the stretch, but you don’t pull back. You just look up at him with those big, glassy eyes while he starts telling you what he wants.

“Suck the tip first.. yeah aaaah- just like that. Swirl your pretty tongue around it. Fuck… goodness baby. Now take a little more. Relax your throat for me, sweet thing. Breathe through your nose.”

You try. You really try. He’s so big it makes your jaw ache already, but the way he’s looking at you like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen makes you want to take all of him. You hollow your cheeks, suck soft, letting your tongue drag along the thick vein underneath.

Behind you, Eren’s been patient. Too patient.

His hands find the backs of your thighs, prying them apart until you’re spread wide across his lap. Cool air hits your soaked panties and you whimper around Toru’s cock.

“Come on, baby girl,” Eren growls against the shell of your ear. “Won’t you let me see this pretty pussy? Been dying to look at it properly.”

His fingers hook into the crotch of your panties, tugging them to the side. You’re dripping. Embarrassingly so, strings of slick connecting your folds to the fabric when he pulls it away and he groans like he’s in pain.

“Fuck. Look at her, Toru. She’s fucking soaked.”

Toru’s hips stutter forward, pushing a little deeper into your mouth at the sight. You gag softly but keep going, drool's already slipping down your chin.

Eren’s fingers slide through your folds slowly with deliberate care, coating themselves in your wetness before he finds your clit. Cute little swollen thing, peeking out and begging. He rubs it in tight, mean circles with his thumb while two fingers tease your entrance, not pushing in yet. Just circling. Spreading you open.

“So wet for us,” he mutters. “This little cunt’s been waiting, huh? Knew you needed both of us stretching you out.”

You moan around Toru’s cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. Your hips buck forward into Eren’s hand without thinking, chasing the pressure on your clit.

Toru’s grip tightens in your hair. “That’s it, baby. Keep sucking. Gonna fuck your mouth slow while Eren plays with this perfect pussy. You’re doing so good for us.”

Eren slips one finger inside you, then another immediately, curling them just right while his thumb keeps working your clit in relentless little strokes. You’re shaking now, thighs trembling, drool dripping down Toru’s cock as you try to take him deeper. 

Eren hooks his fingers into the thin waistband of your panties now, tugging them down with slow, patient care, down the swell of you ass and the crotch is soaked, from his spit and your sticky slick. Once he gets it off he presses an open mouthed kiss to your pretty cunt, his mouth fully englufing you with no barrier stopping him anymore.

They’ve got you right where they want you, split open between them, mouth full, cunt dripping, completely theirs.

And they’re only just getting started.

Toru’s grip in your hair turns firmer but not cruel, just enough to remind you who’s in control. He rocks his hips up slow, feeding you another thick inch until the head bumps the back of your throat and your eyes water instantly. You gag around him, soft and wet, helpless little sound that makes his abs flex and his breath hitch.

“Fuck, baby… that’s it,” he groans, voice wrecked. “Gag on it. Let me feel that tight little throat squeeze me. You’re so sweet when you try to take it all.”

Tears prick your lashes. Drool spills from the corners of your mouth, slicking down his shaft, dripping onto your chin and the couch beneath. You’re messy for him, always so eager to please and he loves it. Loves the way your tongue still tries to swirl even when you’re struggling, the way your cheeks hollow every time he pulls back just to push in again.

Behind you, Eren’s done playing nice.

He’s got your thighs shoved wide, knees hooked over his shoulders now so your ass is lifted just enough for him to bury his face where he’s been dying to be. Rough hands spread your cunt open, his fingers digging into soft, slick flesh, holding you apart like he’s displaying you. You’re so wet it’s obscene: glistening folds, clit swollen and throbbing, strings of arousal clinging to his fingers when he pulls them away.

“Look at this sloppy little pussy,” he mutters against your inner thigh, hot breath fanning over your core. “Dripping all over my hand just from sucking him off. You love being used like this, don’t you?”

Before you can even whimper around Toru’s cock, Eren slaps your pussy, a sharp, wet smack that makes your whole body jolt. The sting blooms fast into heat, clit pulsing harder. You cry out muffled around the thick length filling your mouth.

Eren does it again. Harder. The sound is filthy, each wet smacks echoing in the quiet room. Your hips buck uselessly, cunt clenching around nothing.

“Sensitive already?” he taunts, voice low and mean. Then he spits, right on your clit, a thick glob of saliva landing perfectly, sliding down your folds. He watches it drip with dark eyes before leaning in and dragging his tongue flat from your entrance to your clit in one long, slow stripe.

You sob around Toru. The vibration makes him curse and thrust deeper, holding you there until your nose brushes his pelvis and you’re choking sweetly, and tears streaming.

Eren eats you like he’s starving. Tongue flicking fast over your clit, then sucking it between his lips with hard pulls that make your thighs shake. He alternates: sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your folds, tongue dipping inside to fuck you shallow, then back to circling that needy little bud. Every time you get close, your hips grinding and muffled moans turning desperate, he pulls back. Just enough.

Edging and Torturing you… keeping you right on the brink.

“Uh-uh,” he growls when your cunt flutters, so close you can taste it. Another slap, lighter this time, but it still makes you yelp around Toru’s cock. “Not yet, baby girl. You don’t come until we say.”

Toru’s breathing is ragged now, hips stuttering as he fucks your throat in shallow thrusts. “She’s gonna make me come if she keeps moaning like that,” he warns Eren, but there’s no real complaint in it, just raw need. “Fuck… her mouth’s so warm. So fucking wet.”

Eren hums against your clit, the vibration ripping another choked sound from you. He spits again messily then sucks your clit back into his mouth while two fingers slide inside, curling against that spot that makes your eyes roll back.

You’re shaking. Drooling. Gagging sweetly every time Toru bottoms out. Cunt clenching around Eren’s fingers while he edges you mercilessly with every lick, suck, slap, spit, repeat.

They’ve got you trapped between them, mouth stuffed full, pussy spread and devoured, body trembling on the edge of something massive.

Toru’s thumb brushes a tear from your cheek, almost tenderly and he slips his cock out of from your mouth and taps the tip of his cock to your lips as you catch your breath, smearing bubbly saliva and pre over your lips messily.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers. “Taking us both so pretty.”

Eren pulls back just long enough to murmur against your dripping folds:

“Gonna let you come soon, baby… but only when you’re choking on his load and begging for mine.”

Your whole body clenches at the promise.

They’re not stopping.

Not until you’re ruined for anyone else.

Eren pulls back from your dripping cunt with a wet, obscene sound, his lips shiny, chin slick with you. He’s breathing hard, eyes dark and blown out like he’s high off the taste. Without a word he shifts, lying flat on his back along the couch, one arm hooked behind his head while the other reaches for your hip.

“Come on, baby,” he rasps, voice rough from all the growling and licking. “Sit on my face. Need this pretty pussy grinding on my tongue right fucking now.”

You’re still dazed, mouth swollen from Toru, thighs shaking from the edging, but the command cuts through the fog. You crawl forward on shaky knees, straddling his head. He doesn’t wait for you to settle. Big hands clamp around your hips and yank you down hard until your soaked cunt is pressed flush to his mouth.

The first swipe of his tongue is filthy, long and flat dragging from your entrance all the way up to your clit. He groans into you like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted, vibrations ripping a broken moan from your throat. Then he’s eating you messy: lips sucking at your folds, tongue fucking inside shallow and greedy, nose bumping your clit with every tilt of his head. He’s loud about it slurping, sucking and growling against your core like he’s trying to drink you dry.

Your hands scramble for purchase, fingers digging into the back of the couch as your hips rock instinctively, grinding down on his face. He loves it. Encourages it with bruising grips, guiding you to ride his tongue harder and faster.

Toru’s been watching the whole time, stroking himself slow and lazy while you gagged on him earlier. Now he stands up beside the couch, his sweats shoved down to his thighs, cock flushed dark and glistening from your spit. He steps closer, one hand fisting the base while the other cups your jaw, tilting your face toward him.

“Open up again, baby,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Gonna fuck this pretty mouth while he eats you out.”

You part your lips on instinct, still so sweet, so pliant and he slides back in. Not gentle this time. He pushes deep right away, hitting the back of your throat until your eyes water fresh and you gag around him, sloppy and wet. Drool spills immediately, running down your chin, dripping onto Eren’s chest below you.

Toru starts thrusting in, slow at first, letting you adjust, then deeper, harder. One hand tangles in your hair to hold you steady while the other braces on the back of the couch. “That’s it… throat me like a good girl. Fuck, look at you nmgh taking it so sloppy, making such aaah mess.”

Every time he bottoms out you choke. Sweet, wet gurgles that make Eren groan louder into your cunt. The sound vibrates straight through your clit and you buck harder against his face, smearing yourself all over his mouth, his nose, his chin. He doesn’t care. He just spreads you wider with his thumbs, tongue flicking fast over your clit before sucking it between his lips again, relentlessly.

His own hand slips down, his fingers wrapping around his neglected cock, stroking himself in rough, tight pulls while he devours you. The wet schlick of his fist mixes with the filthy sounds of his mouth on your pussy and Toru’s dick sliding in and out of your throat.

You’re caught perfectly between them: hips grinding desperate on Eren’s tongue, throat stuffed full of Toru’s thick length, drool and slick everywhere. Your moans are muffled and broken, vibrating around him every time Eren licks that perfect spot inside you with his tongue.

Toru’s hips stutter, breath hitching. “Fuck… gonna cum soon if you keep choking on me like that, baby.”

Eren pulls back just enough to growl against your folds, words muffled but clear. “Not yet. She comes first. Then we both fill her up.”

He dives back in, sucking your clit hard, tongue flicking merciless while his fingers dig into your ass, spreading you even wider so he can bury his face deeper.

You’re trembling, thighs quaking, so close it hurts.

Toru fucks your mouth faster. Shallow,  sloppy thrusts that make spit drip down onto Eren’s abs.

Eren strokes himself harder, hips bucking up into his fist like he can’t help it.

They’ve got you right there teetering, dripping, stuffed full and theirs.

Just a little more.

And you’re going to shatter.

It hits you like a wave you can’t outrun.

Eren’s tongue is relentlessly sucking your clit in hard, pulsing pulls while his fingers dig into your hips, holding you down so you can’t escape even if you wanted to. Your thighs lock around his head, whole body seizing as the pressure snaps. You cum hard shaking. Cries muffled around Toru’s cock, hips grinding down messy and desperate onto Eren’s face. Slick floods his mouth; he drinks it up greedily, groaning deep vibrations straight into your core that drag the orgasm out longer, sharper, until you’re sobbing with it.

Your cunt pulses around nothing, clenching on air, dripping down his chin, his neck. He doesn’t stop licking, not even when you’re twitching and oversensitive. Just softer laps now, soothing the raw edges while you shudder through the aftershocks.

Toru’s been fucking your throat steady, but the way you choke and moan around him when you come tips him over. He pulls back suddenly. Only the fat, swollen tip still resting on your tongue and strokes himself faster and rough.

“Fuck ngh open wide, baby,” he pants. “Gonna, fuck- give it to you.”

You do. Tongue out, lips parted, eyes glassy and teary from everything staring up at him. He groans low, hips jerking, and comes thick, rope after hot, heavy rope painting your tongue white. It’s so much it spills a little at the corners of your mouth before you can catch it all. Warm and salty, thick enough that it clings n pools heavy in the center of your tongue.

He milks the last drops out with slow strokes, smearing the tip across your lips like he’s marking you.

“Don’t swallow it yet, pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice wrecked and soft all at once. “Need to see it first.”

You stay like that, kneeling between them, thighs still trembling from Eren’s mouth, mouth full of Toru’s load. Eren finally eases you up just enough to sit back against the couch arm, pulling you half into his lap so you’re still facing Toru. His hands slide up your sides, possessively, while he watches with dark emerald, hungry eyes.

Toru steps closer. Cups your jaw gently but firm, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth where a little escaped.

“Show me,” he says.

You part your lips slowly, careful not to let any spill. Your tongue coated, its thick, pearlescent-white, his cum sitting heavy and pooling in the middle, strings of it connecting to the roof of your mouth when you part wider. It’s obscene. Beautifully yours.

Toru exhales shaky. “Fuck… look at that. All for us.”

He reaches in, two long fingers sliding past your lips, pressing into the warm pool of his own release. He stirs it lazy, coating his fingertips, feeling how thick and sticky it is while you whimper softly around the intrusion. Your eyes flutter, lashes wet.

Then he pulls his fingers out, glistening, dripping, and brings them straight to his own mouth. Sucks them clean and slow, tongue swirling around the digits, tasting himself mixed with the faint sweetness of your spit. His eyes never leave yours, cerulean eyes a hint darker and possessive, like he’s claiming every part of this.

“Sweet,” he murmurs against his fingers. “But not as sweet as you’re gonna taste when we both fill that pretty cunt next.”

Eren’s hand slips between your thighs again, fingers brushing your still-throbbing clit, making you jolt.

“Our turn to mark you inside,” Eren growls low against your ear, nipping the lobe. “Gonna stuff you so full you’ll be leaking us for days.”

You’re still holding Toru’s cum on your tongue, thick, warm and waiting.

Toru leans down, kisses the corner of your mouth softly.

“Now swallow, baby,” he whispers. “Take all of me… then we’ll give you both.”

Your throat works. You swallow slow, feeling it slide down, warm and heavy while they watch like it’s the hottest thing they’ve ever seen.

And when your lips part again, empty now, Eren’s already shifting you, lining himself up.

They’re nowhere near done.

Not even close.

Eren’s hands are already on your hips the second you finish swallowing, rough palms sliding up your sides, guiding you with that same possessive grip he’s always had but never let loose like this. He pulls you forward until you’re straddling his lap, knees sinking into the couch cushions on either side of his thighs. Your arms loop around his shoulders automatically, fingers digging into the back of his neck, forehead dropping to rest against his as you try to catch your breath.

He’s hard again, thick and flushed, leaking at the tip from stroking himself while he ate you out. The head nudges against your soaked entrance, slicking itself in your arousal without even trying. You whimper at the contact, hips twitching forward on instinct.

“Easy, baby girl,” Eren murmurs, voice low and wrecked. One hand stays clamped on your hip while the other reaches between you, guiding himself right to your opening. “Gonna take me slow and let me feel every inch of this tight little cunt finally wrap around me?”

You nod dumbly and eager, still hazy from coming so hard, and you start to sink down.

The stretch is immediate. Intense. He’s thick enough that your walls flutter and grip around the head the second it pops inside, and you gasp sharply against his mouth. Eren groans like he’s been punched in the gut, head falling back against the couch for a second before he snaps it forward again to watch your face.

“Fuck… look at you,” he breathes. “Taking me so pretty already.”

You keep sinking down slow and carefully, until he’s buried halfway in. Your thighs tremble from the burn of it and that’s when Toru moves.

He’s been right behind you the whole time, silent and patient, stroking himself lazy while he watched. Now he presses in close, chest flush to your back, one arm banding around your waist to hold you steady while his other hand slides down between your spread thighs.

As you take another inch of Eren, Toru shoves two fingers into your dripping cunt right alongside Eren’s cock.

The stretch doubles instantly. Your walls clamp down hard, fluttering wildly around the sudden fullness. You cry out high and broken, head tipping back against Toru’s shoulder.

“Fuck, baby,” Toru whispers hot against your ear, fingers curling deep, pressing against that spot that makes your toes curl. “So tight. So fucking full already and we’re just getting started.”

Eren’s hips jerk up on instinct, pushing deeper while Toru’s fingers thrust in shallow, matching the rhythm. The drag is obscene, Eren’s thick length stretching you open, Toru’s fingers rubbing against him through your walls, slick sounds filling the room every time they move.

“You’ll let me stretch this pretty pussy out too, hm?” Toru murmurs, voice all soft velvet as makes it sounds more like a promise than a threat. He scissors his fingers in slower, spreading you wider around Eren’s cock, making room. “Gonna open you up nice and slow so you can take both of us. Gonna feel so good when I slide in right next to him… gonna ruin this little cunt for anyone else.”

You’re shaking between them, overwhelmed and suffed, dripping down Eren’s shaft and Toru’s wrist. Eren’s mouth finds your throat, sucking a fresh bruise while he bottoms out fully, hips flush to yours. The pressure is insane, Eren’s cock throbbing deep inside, Toru’s fingers still working you open, curling and thrusting until you’re clenching so hard it hurts in the best way.

“Goddamn,” Eren growls against your skin. “She’s gripping me like a fucking vice. Keep going, Toru ngh stretch her more. Wanna haah feel you in there with me.”

Toru adds a third finger in slow and carefully and you sob, nails digging into Eren’s shoulders. The burn blooms into heat, into pleasure so sharp it whites out your vision for a second.

“That’s it,” Toru praises, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Such a good girl. Taking us both already. Gonna fuck you together soon… gonna fill you up until you’re leaking us for days.”

Eren starts rocking up into you with shallow thrusts that make his cock drag against Toru’s fingers with every stroke. You’re so full you can barely think, just feel. Just take.

They’ve got you pinned perfectly, in the front and back, cock and fingers, mouths and hands everywhere.

And they’re only warming you up.

Toru’s fingers are still buried deep, three thick digits stretching you wide around Eren’s cock. When he finally starts to pull them out, slow. Every inch drags against your fluttering walls, against the heavy length already filling you, making you whimper and clench harder around Eren.

You’re shaking in Eren’s lap, arms locked around his shoulders, forehead pressed to his as you try to breathe through the overwhelming fullness. Eren’s hands grip your hips like anchors, keeping you seated deep on him while he watches Toru over your shoulder with those emerald, impatient eyes.

Toru’s voice is low against the back of your neck, lips brushing skin. “Gonna replace these fingers now, baby. Gonna slide right in next to him… gonna make this pretty pussy take us both.”

He shifts closer, chest flush to your back again, one hand steadying your waist while the other guides his cock down. The fat, slick head nudges right against your already-stretched entrance, pressing insistently beside Eren’s shaft. You feel the pressure immediately, hot, blunt, and impossible… fuck- it feels impossible and your breath hitches into a soft, panicked whine.

“Shh,” Toru soothes, kissing the curve of your shoulder. “Relax for me. You’ve been so good… you can take it. Just breathe.”

Eren groans low when he feels Toru start to push, feels the thick head crowding in, stretching you further. “Fuck… yeah, push in slow. Let her feel every inch.”

You’re so wet it helps, slick dripping down Eren’s balls, coating Toru’s tip but the stretch is blinding. Toru rocks forward gently at first, just the head breaching you alongside Eren. Your walls burn, fluttering wildly, trying to accommodate the impossible double thickness. A broken sob tears from your throat; your nails dig crescent moons into Eren’s shoulders.

“Too much?” Eren murmurs against your lips, kissing you soft and messy to distract you. “You’re doing so good, baby girl. Look at you, taking two cocks like you were made for it.”

You whine, embarrassed by the fact of his words. Eren soothes you gently, petting your back with slow strokes, shushing you in his arms.

Toru takes that as a sign to sink in deeper, inch by slow, torturous inch, until he’s buried to the hilt right next to Eren. The fullness is obscene: two thick lengths pressed flush together inside you, walls stretched thin and tremble around them. You can feel every vein, every throb, the way they twitch against each other through the thin barrier of your body.

“Goddamn,” Toru breathes, voice wrecked. His forehead drops to your shoulder, hips flush to your ass. “So fucking tight… can feel him right next to me. Feel how full you are, baby?”

You can’t speak… the words are stuck, you just nod frantically, tears slipping down your cheeks from the intensity. Eren starts moving first. Shallow, careful rolls of his hips that make both cocks drag inside you at once. The friction is electric; every slide rubs them together, rubs against that deep spot that makes your vision blur.

Toru matches him after a moment, pulling back slow while Eren pushes in, then switching. They find a rhythm quick: one in, one out, seesawing deep inside you so there’s never a second you’re empty. The drag is relentless, stretching, filling. Utterly overwhelming.

You’re crying now, soft and overwhelmed sobs into Eren’s neck while your hips start rocking back on instinct, chasing more even though you’re already so full it hurts in the sweetest way.

“That’s it,” Eren growls, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb flicking your nipple. “Ride us, baby. Fuck yourself on both our cocks. Show us how much you love being stuffed like this.”

Toru’s hand slips around to your clit, fingers finding the swollen bud and rubbing tight, fast circles while they keep thrusting. The added stimulation sends sparks up your spine; you clench hard around them both, making them groan in unison.

“Gonna come again?” Toru whispers hot against your ear. “Gonna soak us both? Milk us until we fill this little cunt up?”

Eren’s thrusts get harder, deeper. Hips snapping up to meet yours. “Come on our cocks, pretty girl. Let us feel it. Then we’re gonna pump you so full you’ll be dripping for us so beautifully.”

You’re trembling, teetering, so close again, your body stretched to its limit, clit throbbing under Toru’s fingers, two thick cocks ruining you from the inside out.

They’ve got you pinned, claimed and completely theirs.

And when you shatter this time it’s going to be devastating.

They’re moving in perfect, brutal sync now, Eren thrusting up deep while Toru drives in from behind, cocks sliding against each other inside your stretched, fluttering walls. Every push rubs them together through the thin membrane, friction so intense it makes your eyes roll back. You’re creaming around them. Thick, milky slick coating both shafts, dripping down Eren’s balls and Toru’s thighs with every wet slap of skin on skin.

Your tight walls grip them like a vice, milking desperately as they fuck straight into your cervix, blunt heads battering that deep, sensitive spot over and over. The pressure builds fast, sharp and overwhelming; your tummy bulges visibly with each thrust, the outline of their cocks pressing outward against your lower belly.

Eren notices first. His hand slides down from your hip, palm flattening over the soft swell. He pushes on it firmly, gently and deliberately, right where the bulge is most pronounced.

“Fuck, look at that,” he growls, voice wrecked. “Can feel myself right here… feel how deep we are inside you, baby girl? Stretching her little pussy so wide she’s bulging for us.”

You whimper broken and high, hips jerking between them. The pressure of his palm combined with the relentless pounding sends sparks shooting up your spine. Toru’s hand joins, fingers splaying beside Eren’s, both of them pressing down in tandem as they thrust harder, deeper.

“Gonna make you come like this,” Toru murmurs hot against your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. “Gonna feel you cream all over both our cocks while we kiss your cervix, hm baby want us deep in there?.”

You bite your lip, and it hits you suddenly and violent.

Your whole body locks up, back arching, thighs quaking, a raw sob tearing from your throat as you come harder than before. Walls spasm wildly around them, clenching so tight it drags broken groans from both their throats. Slick gushes out in messy pulses, soaking their cocks, dripping down in thick rivulets. Your vision whites out for a second; you’re shaking, crying, completely lost in the overwhelming fullness and the way Eren’s palm keeps pushing on that bulge, making every pulse of your orgasm feel deeper, sharper.

They don’t stop, can’t stop. They bury themselves to the hilt in one final, synchronized thrust, Eren’s hips snapping up, Toru slamming forward until there’s no space left inside you. You feel them throb, swell, and then they’re coming hard.

Hot, thick spurts flood you at the same time, Eren's cock pulsing deep against your cervix while Toru unloads right beside him, ropes of cum mixing, filling every inch until you’re overflowing. The pressure is insane; your walls flutter helplessly around the double load, trying to take it all but failing beautifully.

Toru pulls back just enough, barely an inch while staying buried deep. His free hand slides down between your thighs, thumb hooking one swollen lip and spreading you open wide. The sight is filthy: your pussy stretched obscenely around both cocks, creamy white cum already leaking out in a fat, slow spurt. It slips from between their shafts thick and pearly dripping down Toru’s length in a heavy trail, coating his balls, pooling on Eren’s thighs beneath you.

“Fuck… look at her leaking us,” Toru breathes, thumb rubbing slow circles through the mess, spreading it over your clit. “So full she can’t even keep it all inside.”

Eren groans low, hips twitching with aftershocks as another small spurt escapes him. His palm stays pressed to your tummy, feeling the faint throb of their cocks still buried deep.

“You’re ours now,” he rasps, kissing your sweaty temple. “This pussy’s marked. Stuffed. Leaking both of us.”

You’re trembling between them overstimulated, full to bursting, cum dripping slow and steady down your thighs. They don’t pull out. Not yet.

They just hold you there, cocks softening slightly but still thick inside, keeping every drop plugged deep while their hands roam lazy over your body.

Claimed.

Ruined.

Theirs.

The room feels heavier now, thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and the faint salt of cum. You’re still straddling Eren’s lap, thighs quivering, body limp and boneless between them. Their cocks are softening inside you, but neither has pulled out yet, just resting there, keeping you plugged full, every tiny shift making a fresh trickle of their mixed release slip out.

Toru moves first.

He eases back slow and carefull, so so gentle, until his cock finally slips free with a wet, obscene sound. A thick gush of cum follows immediately, spilling from your stretched hole, running hot down your inner thighs and dripping onto Eren’s lap. You whimper at the sudden emptiness, walls fluttering around Eren’s length like they’re trying to pull him deeper to compensate.

Toru doesn’t go far.

He leans in close behind you again, chest pressed to your back, arms wrapping around your waist in a loose, possessive hold. His lips find the side of your neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses. Trailing up the curve where he’d bitten earlier. Gentle now. Soothing. Each press of his mouth feels like an apology and a promise at once.

“You did so good, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and wrecked. “Took us both so perfect. Look at you… all messy and full of us.” Another kiss, slower, right under your ear. His tongue flicks out to taste the salt there. “Gonna take care of you now. Promise.”

His hands slide up your sides, warm palms smoothing over ribs, petting you like you’re something fragile and precious. One hand cups the back of your neck, thumb brushing the base of your skull while he keeps kissing your throat, your jaw, the soft spot behind your ear.

Eren’s still buried inside you, half-hard, twitching lazily every time your walls flutter. He shifts just enough to sit up straighter, pulling you flush against his chest so your breasts press to him. His mouth finds yours immediately, a slow, deep kiss that tastes like your own slick and his tongue. Lazy. Unhurried. Like he’s savoring every second now that the frantic edge is gone.

One hand slides up to cup your breast, thumb circling the nipple soft and unhurried, teasing it back to a stiff peak. He pinches gently, rolls it between his fingers, then soothes with the flat of his palm. The other hand stays low, splayed over your lower belly where the bulge has softened but you can still feel the faint throb of him inside.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” he mutters against your lips, kissing you again, messy and open-mouthed, tongue sliding slow against yours. “All flushed and leaking us. Our pretty girl.”

He keeps playing with your tits, kneading one while he kisses you deeper, then switching to the other, thumb flicking the nipple until you arch into his touch with a soft whine. Every tug sends little aftershocks through your oversensitive body; your cunt clenches weakly around him, milking another small bead of cum that drips out around his base.

Toru’s mouth never leaves your neck, kissing and sucking soft bruises into fresh skin, whispering praise between each press of his lips.

“So sweet… so fucking perfect… ours, baby. All ours.”

Eren breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur against your mouth, “Gonna stay like this a while. Keep you full. Keep you warm.”

His fingers keep teasing your nipple with gentle pinches and slow circles, while Toru’s hands roam your sides, your back, your hips. They’re everywhere and nowhere all at once, soft touches and warm mouths, their low voices rumbling praise into your skin.

You’re boneless between them, head lolling back against Toru’s shoulder, lips parted on shaky breaths, body humming with the quiet afterglow.

They don’t rush.

They just hold you.

Kiss you.

Pet you.

Like they’ve got all night.

Like they’ve finally got what they’ve wanted for so long.

And they’re never letting go.