maddie

“You should get your tits pierced,” Satoru huffs out, looking up at you where you’re currently straddling him, gliding up and down on his thick cock. His eyes are fixed on your pretty chest bouncing for him each time you lift your hips, then sink back down on him, moaning as he stretches you out all over again. “They’d look so cute with a couple of little rings through them,” he grunts out as you grind yourself down on him, the tip of his cock bumping up against your cervix in that way that makes you dumb.

“Y-yeah?” You asked, lifting your hips to pull almost all the way off him only to sink quick. His thick shaft glides deep into you easily from how soaked you are. He’s been teasing your clit for the better part of an hour, playing a game of getting right to the edge of all you can take and pulling back before you actually fall into that dark abyss of pleasure. “Think so, baby?” You ask, your hips moving like sin.

He nods eagerly, white locks shifting with each jerky movement. “Hah, so cute, so fun to suck on,” he gasps as you swirl your hips in a mean circle. Suddenly, he sits up, hands going to your back to support you as he tilts you back just enough to capture one of your pert little nipples in his mouth. Alternating between sucking on it and swirling his tongue around it, he draws a little whine from your lips. His teeth graze over the sensitive peak, earning a whine, your back arching for him. When he releases it, he presses a quick little kiss to the other neglected bud and repeats the process. Now that both nipples are sufficiently attended to, he lies back down, his big hands sliding over to your hips and sinking into the soft flesh. “They’re pretty fun to suck on as is,” he adds, a cheeky smile on his lips, blue eyes both dark with lust and twinkling with mischief, “Do it all day if you let me.”

What an idiot. Your idiot, but still an idiot. “Yeah, I’ll bet you would,” you say derisively, rolling your eyes at him, but the next thing you know, he’s lifting his hips and driving so hard up into you that a moan is ripped from your mouth, eyes rolling back. The hands on your curves guide you up and down, holding you still as needed. Somehow, even though you’re on top, he’s still the one in control. That’s alright though; you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Don’t be a brat, baby,” Satoru coos, repeating the motion, shoving his cock so deep in you that you truly understand the meaning of having your guts rearranged. At your next cry—half moan, half scream—he chuckles darkly. “Look at that, where’s that smart mouth now?” Another drive of his hips upward, stuffing you full with his cock, so full you can feel every ridge, every jagged angry vein wrapping around the silken shaft. 

“Fu-fuck you,” you let out, just to be exactly what he just told you not to. 

“Hah, pretty girl, you’re just begging to have your pretty pussy ruined,” he purrs, his breath stuttering when your walls flutter around him. One of his hands releases your hips to slide between your legs and start rubbing filthy, firm circles over your swollen, achy clit. “You wanna come? Ask me nicely. Use your words, baby.”

“S-so mean,” you manage to get out.

“Mean? I’ll show you mean,” Satoru intones, then his fingers pinch your clit, and the orgasm that rips through you has you spasming around his cock, soaking it in your slick. Pleasure floods your body like a tsunami wave, originating from your center. Your thighs are shaking, toes curling, and your hips are bucking like crazy. Satoru’s eyes flick between your expression of bliss and the way your tits bounce while you ride him like your life depends on it. “Look at that, you’re being such a good girl now. No more of that attitude,” he purrs out breathlessly. 

“Ah, Toru, feels so good,” the words are a desperate whimper, your whole body awash in bliss. Your walls clench around him, spasming even tighter around his fat cock than you usually squeeze him for a moment. 

Seconds later, Satoru follows you over the edge, spilling deep inside you. The sensation of his cock twitching and his warm, sticky cum settling in your guts makes you whine. Slowly, you collapse against him, falling into his chest, his arms wrapping around you to stroke the smooth, soft skin of your back. Both of you lay there, Satoru’s cock softening inside you, as you each catch your breath. 

This is the second best part, you know, besides the soul-splintering orgasms. These moments afterward where he holds you in his big, strong arms and you listen to his heartbeat. 

After a while, Satoru hums into your hair and says, “So what do you say?”

“To what?” You ask, brow arching. 

He rolls his eyes and taps you on the nose, making you shoot him a glare, before saying, “To getting your nipples pierced, pretty girl.” He pauses and grins at you. “I was serious about that. I’ll pay for them and everything.”

Satoru has always liked your style. He’s always loved the colorful artwork adorning your body, as well as all your piercings and the rotating shades of your hair. You know because he’s made no secret of it at all. His first words to you ever were, “Hey, I think your industrial piercing is super cool. Name’s Satoru.” Delivered with that cheeky smile you’ve grown to love. The first time the two of you fucked, in his room at his frat house, he made a point of kissing an outline around each of your tattoos. When he reached the one between your tits, he rubbed the tip of his nose over your skin and whispered, “This one’s my favorite.” Of course it was, still is. 

So, his suggestion isn’t entirely out of left field, but you can’t say you’re not surprised he’s requesting things. Nipple piercings. They’re something you’ve considered getting before, but have never actually bitten the bullet. Last year, you got your Medusa done, and Satoru was all about it, though. He went on and on about how cute it looked on you. Maybe getting your tits done wouldn’t be so bad. They do take a while to heal, though; some of your friends have them and have told you about what it’s like. The time isn’t a problem for you, but Satoru? Asking him to go without sucking on your tit would be like asking a bear not to fish salmon from the river.  

“Are you sure you want that?” You ask, to make sure he understands. “They’ll take time to heal, which means your titty privileges will be suspended for at least six months.”

His mouth immediately tugs into a frown. Well, that definitely got his attention. Pretty blue eyes flicking briefly to where your tits are pressed into his skin, he looks back up at you and whines pathetically, “Seriously? Six months? That’s absurd.” Somehow, he looks exactly like a cat who’s been informed their owner has no food to give them. His lower lip juts out, and he mutters petulantly, like this wasn’t his idea to begin with, “Fine. I can deal for six months.”

“Can you though?”

He scoffs and pulls you completely on top of him. The broad expanse of his palm sweeps down your back to your ass, where he grips a firm handful of the soft flesh. “Tch. I’ll just have to find something else to suck on instead,” he mumbles against your neck, without stopping his groping. 

“If you say something weird, I’m gonna strangle you,” you reply seriously, afraid he’ll say something horrible, such as like your toes or like your fingers. The thought sends a shudder down your spine. You wouldn’t put it past him to say something like that just to get a reaction out of you. 

“Kinky,” he shoots back.

“You’re such an idiot.”

♡

The next day you find yourself at your usual tattoo and piercing parlor, Ink Black Hearts. It’s a few blocks from the apartment you share with Satoru, and you’ve been going there for years. The only different thing is that Satoru is accompanying you, which has never happened before. When you walk in, the receptionist, a freshman college student named Maki, with green hair, golden eyes, and a full sleeve down one arm, greets you. 

“Hey, I wanted to do a walk-in consultation with Yuki for a set of nipple piercings,” you say as you walk up to the counter and smile at her. “Any chance she has an opening?”

“Yuki’s out of town on vacation,” Maki replies, “But Choso’s here. He’s between appointments, so he should be able to do the consult. If everything works out, there should be just enough time for him to do the piercing too.”

You’ve never worked with Choso before. Yuki is the only piercer you’ve used here, but it’s just a consultation for now, so you shrug agreeably and say, “That’s fine.” 

“Alright. I’ll let him know. Wait here,” Maki says before disappearing behind the curtain that separates the main parlor from the waiting room. 

As soon as she’s gone, though, Satoru practically drapes himself over you and hisses, “Him? It’s a guy?” His arms wrap around you possessively, tugging your body up against his. 

Rolling your eyes, you reply, “Piercing and tattooing are male-dominated fields, baby. My regular piercer is out right now; you just heard it yourself. He’s who they have.” You can’t help the smug undertone in your voice. So what if you like it a little when he’s jealous? So what if maybe, from time to time, you do things on purpose to make him jealous. Like right now you could easily say ‘We’ll just come back when Yuki is available’, but you won’t. Instead you add, “Choose wisely because if we don’t do the consult today, then I’m not getting them done.” Okay, maybe you’re a little toxic, just a tiny bit.

Now, Satoru is really pouting. “You’re doing this on purpose,” he accuses, but he can’t prove it, and you’re sure as hell not going to admit it. 

“No, but Yuki might be booked out pretty far once she gets back from her vacation, so it might be a long-ass wait,” you counter. It’s a valid concern, and most likely true, but he doesn’t need to know that it’s not your only reason for wanting to get it out of the way. 

Just then, Maki parts the curtain and steps into the waiting room. “Choso is good to take a look. You can head back now.”

You arch your brow up at Satoru in silent question. Well, are we going in or waiting? Satoru glances between the curtain and you before shaking his head and mumbling, “Fine, let’s just get it over with.” He sounds decidedly less happy with his plan than he did ten minutes earlier. 

“He’s a professional, Satoru. I don’t think you need to worry,” you say as you start to the back room, but secretly you hope he stares at your tits in a way that makes Satoru that much more jealous and pissed off. “He’ll be too focused on doing his job to be turned on by my tits.”

“No, he won’t,” Satoru argues petulantly.

You roll your eyes and shake your head, but Satoru isn’t bothered in the slightest. He reaches up and parts the curtain for you with his other arm wrapped around you, holding you tight to him. The parlor smells of ink, blood, and sanitizer—a familiar scent. Four tattoo chairs are occupying the small space and one flat adjustable treatment bed. Choso is sitting at the very back, a small desk space for the artists to sketch out their designs or print them in the transferable ink. 

When you and Satoru start walking back, the thud of your overgrown boyfriend’s footsteps makes him look up at you. Dark brown eyes meet yours, and the smudged reddish-purple eyeshadow around them does nothing to hide how tired he looks. He has the look of someone who’s chronically exhausted, but he’s way too young to look like that. He can’t be any older than you or Satoru. An oversized t-shirt hangs loose over his broad shoulders, hiding much of his build, but if his arms are anything to go by, then you’d guess lean, muscular. Two puffs of shaggy brown hair are tied up on his head, giving him an almost innocent appearance. There’s a line tattooed across the bridge of his nose, and he might have a full sleeve as well. His piercings are eye-catching—snake-bites, septum, small gauges, several other ear piercings. 

You don’t miss the way his eyes drag over your body, hovering on your waist, exposed by the crop top and shorts combo you’re wearing, then up to the very tits he’s meant to pierce. Of course, Satoru immediately notices that as well, and the possessive hold he has around you tightens, one long arm wrapping around your middle to splay across your skin in a blatant show of claim. 

“Hey, I’m here for a nipple piercing consultation,” you explain before Satoru can open his mouth and say something ridiculous. 

“Right,” Choso replies, jerking his head in the direction of the tattoo chair, “Take a seat, and, uh, take your shirt bra off. Need to see your anatomy to make sure it’ll work.”

You give him a pretty smile that has Satoru’s fingers digging into your skin. “Oh, I didn’t wear a bra,” you say breezily, like you’ve said you’re gonna grab coffee after. Satoru stiffens behind you, clearly not expecting that either. Oops. You barely manage to shrug your clingy boyfriend off as you walk over to the nearest chair, but eventually he lets you go, however reluctantly. So, he just hovers right behind you. Dropping into the chair, you watch as Choso slowly makes his way over. 

“Lift up—“ Choso starts, but cuts himself off when he sees you’re already doing it.

Your bare tits bounce free, pert little nipples stiff. Choso’s eyes immediately follow them, and he crouches down to get a better look.

“Seriously?” Satoru grouses, leaning over the chair. “Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.”

Choso doesn’t react. In fact, he doesn’t do or say anything, just stares at the plush flesh of your tits, taking in the soft-looking globes. He barely notices Satoru at all. And you’d swear that you see him drag the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip. Oh, maybe Satoru was a little right, and the piercer does like your pretty tits. He leans forward a little; whether intentionally or unintentionally is anybody’s guess. 

“I need to feel them to make sure they’ll hold the bar,” he blurts out, voice rough, the tips of his ears and his cheeks turning pink. Cute. Something tells you that he’s a liar, though. He could probably tell from the moment you lifted your shirt if you were a good candidate for the piercings, but there’s something in his eyes that makes you almost certain he just wants an excuse to touch them.

“No way,” Satoru snaps before you can even open your mouth. If he were a cat, he’d be bristling right now.

“He’s just feeling them to make sure he wouldn’t damage them by piercing them,” you coax, gently running your hand up and down his arm. He’s such a jealous baby. “He’s gonna have his hands on them for less than thirty seconds. He’s already seen them. Just let him do his job.” You’re being soft for him, but at the same time, your thighs press together because, fuck, you’re so turned on by this. It only makes you want to push, to make him even more jealous, to see just how far you could go before he snaps.

“But babyyy …” he whines pathetically, “They’re for me.” This fucking guy.  “Supposed to be all mine.” Satoru shoots Choso an irritated look like you getting the nipple piercings wasn’t his own idea. 

Craning your neck to look back at him, you say, “And him touching them for twenty seconds isn’t going to change that.” God, you’re so fucking wet right now, a damp spot forming rapidly in the center of your panties. It’s not your fault that he’s so fucking hot when he’s jealous. 

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, the irritation rolling off him in waves. “Fine,” he mutters, “But I’m touching them too.” And before you can stop him, he reaches down to cup the flesh of your tits, holding them in his big palms. “Alright, if you have to touch them, then do it now, I guess,” Satoru says, clearly unhappy despite the compromise he came up with. His thumbs stroke slow circles over the soft mounds. 

“Talk about possessive,” Choso says under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. Then he leans forward and pinches one of your nipples between his steady fingers and rolls it delicately. The touch sends a shudder down your spine, which has Satoru’s grip on your tits tightening. 

Leaning forward, he presses his mouth to your ear and breathes, “Little brat, like I didn’t fucking feel that. You’re loving this. You like seeing me all pissed off and jealous, huh?” Then, he scoffs, not even giving you a chance to reply before he’s sucking a wet hickey into your neck as punishment.

Choso’s fingers pause on your nipple, still holding the little bud between his fingers, and he stares up at Satoru with a horrified, disgusted kind of fascination. For just a second, he pinches your nipple a little harder, which makes you whimper.

“Alright, you can take your fucking hands off her,” Satoru immediately snaps after the sound slips from your lips. Fuck, the angrier he gets, the more soaked your panties grow. 

Choso’s hand snaps back like it’s been burned, instantly obeying Satoru on sheer instinct. He blinks up at you two, the flush on his cheeks deepening, and says low and rough, “Yeah, piercing will be fine. I’ll get the shit.” Then, he practically flees. 

Your eyes track Choso as he heads into the back room. As soon as he’s gone, you look back up at Satoru and, like the brat you are, say, “He’s kinda cute.” It’s the truth, but you’re only saying it to piss him off even more. 

Satoru stiffens again, but then his thumbs swipe over the stiff peaks of your nipples, and he leans in close to whisper against your ear, “Watch your mouth, sweetheart, or I’ll have to put you in your place when we get home.” The words are punctuated with a little bite to your earlobe, just hard enough to make you wince at the sting. “Seems like you might need a reminder of who this pretty body belongs to, hmm?” His eyes flick to the door Choso disappeared through before he pinches your little nipples hard enough that you have to bite your lip to keep from letting out a sound. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. The more he talks, the more you want him to bend you over the nearest flat surface or shove you up against the closest wall and fuck you so hard your bones rattle. “See, that’s funny, because last I checked it belongs to me,” you reply with a little bit of an attitude, but your mouth is dry, and your thighs keep pressing together in desperate search of friction. 

Before Satoru has a chance to say anything else, Choso is coming back into the room with supplies in hand—gauze pads, alcohol wipes, packaged sterile needles, and a couple of pieces of plain stainless steel jewelry. He sets all of it down on a tray next to the treatment table and looks over at you, “Lie on the table.”

Satoru scoffs and mutters something under his breath that you don’t quite catch. But you just smirk and roll your eyes as you push yourself up from the chair and head over to the table. Sliding onto the flat surface, you lie on your back and lift yourself shirt again. Crouching down beside you, Satoru slips his hand into yours, watching like a hawk as Choso rips open the alcohol wipe packages and gently cleans each of your nipples. The cloth is damp, cool, and rough against the sensitive skin. When he’s done sanitizing them, he takes another good look at them before marking the points where he’s going to pierce with a soft-tipped pen. 

When he leans over you, he’s so close that you can feel his breath hitting your skin. It makes your cheeks flush and has you biting back another sound. Your thighs press together again, your panties soaked through at this point. Between Satoru’s jealousy and the way this cute piercer is eyeing up your tits like he wants to suck them until you’re whimpering his name, you’re a fucking mess.

“Do you really have to be so fucking close?” Satoru practically growls, his pretty blue eyes narrowing on Choso. His expression says he’s fighting all of his demons at once right now, and you’re pretty sure he wants to beat the poor guy into a pulp just from having touched or seen your tits.

Without looking up, the man carefully inspecting your breasts replies, too neutral, “Do you want them to be crooked?” 

You have to bite your tongue to keep from laughing. A scoff is Satoru’s only reply, but his hand tightens around yours, and he doesn’t argue. Choso straightens up and grabs something from the tray off to the side. The kkrrrssshhh of the needle package being ripped open is loud in the room somehow, despite the generic rock music playing in the background. 

“Didn’t think so.” Picking up one long, thick needle, Choso leans over you again. Slowly, he reaches out and grasps your left nipple firmly. The pad of his thumb rolls it gently into place, eyes fixed on your soft skin. Once he has it lined up the way he wants, he positions the needle, the pointed tip digging into your skin. “Hold your breath for me, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call her sweetheart. She’s not your sweetheart,” Satoru snaps, prompting the poor guy subjected to his jealous pouting to roll his eyes. You just do as asked, staying perfectly still. 

Choso’s eyes never leave your pretty little nipple. No, he ignores Satoru entirely, which only serves to piss your boyfriend off more. “On the count of three,” he says, eyes flicking up to yours briefly before darting down to where he’s holding the needle against your skin. “One, two—“ With no warning, he pierces through your flesh. “That’s it. Good job,” he murmurs, voice low and soothing.

You hiss between your teeth, your hand squeezing hard around Satoru’s, as the sting and the burn hit you. “What the fuck happened to three?” You bite out. 

Choso shrugs and says easily, “You would have tensed up the second I got to three.” He slides the jewelry piece onto the needle and pulls it snugly into the fresh hole. Finally, he screws the ball onto the end. Repeating the process with your right nipple, he has both of them done in less than fifteen minutes. Now, you just have to deal with swollen, screaming nipples for the next month. He tilts his head, eyes darting between each piercing like he’s mentally comparing them, “Nice. They look, ah, great on you.”

“Tch. She doesn’t need you to tell her that,” Satoru pouts, then turning to you he says in a sickeningly sweet tone, “Baby, your tits look so pretty. Makes me wanna put them in my mouth.”

“Yeah, no. Don’t do that,” Choso says firmly, shooting Satoru a pointed look, “No sucking, no pinching, no pulling. Clean with saline in the mornings and before you go to bed. Try and wear clothing that fits well, not too loose, not too tight. Be especially careful drying off from the shower. You don’t want them to snag.”

You nod diligently at each of his instructions, but it’s hard to listen with how your nipples are throbbing in pain. For his part, Satoru looks more and more crestfallen as he’s banned from three of his favorite activities for the foreseeable future. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, no fun allowed for the next six months,” he mumbles, tugging your shirt down at the same time to put your tits away. You could almost swear that Choso almost looks a little disappointed for a second once you’re all covered up again. 

Giving him a big, sweet smile, you say, “Thank you so much! You did such a good job. I really, really like them.” Naturally, Satoru is scowling the second the kind words leave your mouth. 

Choso’s cheeks turn red all over again at your praise. A broad hand comes up, and he scratches the back of his head before saying quietly, “No problem. Just glad I could help. They’re really pr—well, you were a good candidate for them, anyway.” Then he rubs the tip of his nose like he’s not quite sure what to do with his hands. “Come back in three months for a healing check, unless something looks wrong. You can come back sooner if you need to.” He really is a cutie. If you weren’t in a committed relationship with your possessive, if not a little crazy, boyfriend, you might have fucked him. Scratch that, you definitely would have fucked him.

Sliding off the treatment table, you wriggle your fingers at Choso and say in a sing-song, “Byyyeeee. See you in three months. Thanks again.” It sounds flirty even to your own ears, which makes his blush deepen and makes Satoru’s scowl even fiercer. 

As you’re walking away, you hear your boyfriend say very passive-aggressively, “Here.” You look over your shoulder just in time to see him shove a wad of cash towards Choso before following after you. On your way out of the tattoo parlor, you wave goodbye to Maki, and Satoru catches up with you to throw his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close against him. Once you’re out of the tattoo parlor, Satoru leans in close and murmurs against your ear, “You’re so gonna pay for that little show you put on in there.”

You just grab him and pull him in for a kiss. With a teasing smile, you say coyly, “Promise?”

The way he smacks your ass—the crack, the sharp sting—tells you just how serious he is and what’s waiting in store for you once the two of you get home. And that makes your sopping cunt clench around nothing. 

♡

The nipple piercings are difficult to get used to. In the initial weeks, you have to be extremely careful not to get them snagged on anything, because you learned your lesson the first and only time it’s happened. Luckily, nothing was damaged; it just hurt like a motherfucker. Satoru held an ice pack to your tit for an hour, stroking your back, murmuring sweet nothings to you the whole time. 

The longer you have them, though, the more you become accustomed to the feel of them in your body. You’re religious about cleaning them, which has made the healing process relatively uncomplicated so far. And you have to admit, they do look quite cute through your little nipples. Once they’re healed enough, you’ll be able to swap jewelry, and you’re looking forward to that; a ring with a gem would be really pretty. 

Three months go by in the blink of an eye. You almost forget about the appointment until Satoru reminds you that you’re supposed to get them looked at again to make sure they’re healing alright. And, of course, there’s no way he’s letting you go alone after the last time. Not while a certain piercer was looking at his baby’s tits with a weight that was heavy and hungry.

When you arrive at the tattoo parlor, you spot Yuki first, sporting a faint tan, the lingering vestiges of her vacation still visible on her body. She’s talking to a client, though, so you don’t want to interrupt. Turning to Maki, you say, “I’m here to have my nipples checked out. Choso pierced them a few months back.”

“Oh, he just got here for the day. Good timing,” Maki replies, barely looking up from the schoolwork she’s puzzling through at the counter. “He should be back there. You can just go ahead.” A pen spins deftly through her nimble fingers, then back again. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” Satoru says, his hand curling into your arm just a smidge too tight for half a second. Then, he jerks his chin toward Yuki and asks,  “Can’t we wait for her?”

“She’s about to do a tattoo for a new client,” Maki says flatly, clearly over Satoru already. Her golden, grown eyes narrow on him and she adds, “If you want to wait two or three hours, then be my guest. But Choso is here and available.”

You can feel Satoru’s eye roll. “Fine,” he mutters petulantly. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.” Like a cat upset about its owner acquiring a new kitten, he is not afraid to make his displeasure known.

Maki and you exchange looks, and you just shrug off his arm and pinch Satoru’s side. “Don’t be an ass,” you mutter, then you push through the curtain. Satoru yelps and then jogs after you, but doesn’t push his luck by acting like a human poncho again. 

It’s a little busier in here than you’re used to. The owner of the shop, Sukuna, is tattooing someone in one of the chairs near the entrance. Yuki is talking to her client, who has someone with him. When she spots you, she gives you a big smile and waves at you, both of which you return, even blowing her a kiss. Choso is at the very back, setting things up for his next appointment, it seems.

You watch the smooth, steady, almost graceful movements as he carries the necessary supplies next to an empty chair. When he looks up, he spots you, dark eyes widening, then darting down to your tits only to snap back up to your face. Tilting your head to the side, you smile at him so sweet that it makes his cheeks burn. 

His hair is down today, long, shaggy, and so soft-looking. No oversized t-shirt today, but rather a tank top that shows off his muscular arms, as well as the sleeve and a half of art he has going down them. 

“Hi Choso,” you say cheerily, “I was here a few months ago to get—“

“I remember,” he cuts you off, eyes drifting over to Satoru who’s looming behind you like some sort of guard dog. It’s not long before his gaze finds you again though and he says with the barest smile, “Back for your healing check?”

You nod, “Yep! Think you can squeeze me in?” Satoru rushes up to throw his arm around you again in a move that reeks of laying a claim. This time you don’t shrug him off, though. He’ll just keep pouting and bothering you if you don’t throw him some sort of bone.

Choso’s smile widens, and he replies softly, “I think I can make that work. Take a seat.”

“Hello, I’m right here,” Satoru complains, loudly enough that you roll your eyes at his dramatics. “Fucking flirting right in front of me,” he hisses under his breath, but you can tell Choso hears by the way he briefly goes stiff.

Sucking your teeth, you drop down into the chair and say, “I’m not flirting.” You 100% are flirting, shamelessly so, and just like usual, the more irritated and jealous Satoru gets, the wetter you get. The lesson he taught you last time clearly didn’t stick, or maybe it did stick, and now you’re ready to get punished all over again.

“Liar,” Satoru shoots back. He leans against the back of the chair, hands going to your shoulders to massage the crook there and up the back of your neck. “You’re being such a brat again,” he says, his tone all warning. 

“Am I?” You ask playfully as Choso rounds the side to stand in front of you. Of course, you’re sans bra again, for convenience. Lifting your shirt, you reveal your bare tits to him again. He might not even notice he’s doing it, but his tongue swipes along his lower lip, his dark eyes trained on your plush curves with an intense kind of focus. There it is. That’s the expression you hoped to see. 

He crouches down to get a better look, leaning forward to get a close look. Without asking, he reaches out and pushes the jewelry a bit, fingers brushing the sensitive skin in a way that makes your thighs press together. Behind you, you can hear Satoru’s teeth grind together. Your breath hitches when he turns the bar just slightly, the sensation strange and foreign.

Dark eyes meet yours. “That hurt?” He sounds almost guilty.

You shake your head. It really didn’t hurt. “No, just surprised me is all.”

He nods and pulls back a little, although his reticence is obvious in the slow way his hand drops to his side. Glancing from you to Satoru, then back down to you, “Then look good. The healing is coming along nicely. Be easy with them still, and make sure not to snag them on anything.” He starts to walk away but pauses. Then, he lets out a sigh and lopes back, “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to take a picture for the parlor’s portfolio.” He clears his throat and says awkwardly, “They really do look very nice. The, uh, piercings, I mean.”

You smirk and open your mouth, but your boyfriend beats you to it. 

“No. No way,” Satoru says, reaching down to tug your shirt down so quickly it’s like he’s afraid Choso is going to whip out a camera right there and start taking pictures. 

“Oh come on,” you whine, looking up at him. If he can pout, so can you, after all; plus, he’s a lot more susceptible to your pouting than you are to his. It’s actually pretty easy to get what you want from Satoru. “Pleeeaaassseee,” you wheedle, looking up at him through your lashes. “If you let me, I’ll give you road head on the way home.”

Choso chokes, then has a slight coughing fit, his face turning a deep burgundy, but you’re sure it’s from embarrassment rather than the coughing. It makes you giggle. Eyes narrowing on you, Satoru says, “Tch. Roadhead? Try harder, sweets.”

“Well, what do you want then?” You demand, not wanting to sit here and play twenty questions. 

Satoru smirks and makes a big show of humming thoughtfully and tapping on his chin. “Go off your birth control?” He suggests cheerfully, like he’s asking you to pick a new show to watch instead of knocking you up. 

For a second, you just stare at him dumbfounded. His jealousy must be driving him crazy if he’s out here suggesting things like that. “You’re delusional,” you snap, reaching up to smack him on the arm. “In your fucking dreams.”

“Hah. No. In your wet dreams,” Satoru counters without missing a beat. The cheeky grin he gives you makes you want to pummel him. But you’ll settle for something else right now. 

You scoff and look up at Choso. “I’ll do the photo. Ignore him.” Then, glancing up at Satoru, you shoot him a dirty look and say. Are you doing this just to push his buttons? Maybe a little. “I offered you roadhead and, now, because of your greed, you get nothing.”

“Hey, wait a second, I’ll take the roadhead, I’ll take the roadhead,” he nearly trips over his own tongue trying to get the words out. 

While you and Satoru bicker back and forth, Choso, who you’re certain has to be sick of you and your overly enmeshed boyfriend, just gets up and goes to grab the camera. When he returns, it dangles from his hand by a thin black strap. It’s an old Polaroid camera, beat up in a way that tells you it’s someone’s camera, not the parlor’s. It’s a camera that has had its lens looked through with love on adored subjects.

“Her face isn’t gonna be in this, right?” Satoru demands. 

Choso shakes his head. “No. Close-ups only.”

“You owe me,” Satoru pouts, and you just know he’s salty as hell right now. The last time you pissed him off like this, he fucked you until your cunt was sore and you’d come so many times you were begging for him to relent. You couldn’t even walk the next day—had to call out of work.

Choso takes a few steps closer, and you decide now is a prime opportunity to fuck with the poor guy. Using your arms, you push your tits together to make them look extra plump, then you give him the outlets look you can muster up. Jaw working, his Adam’s apple jumps rapidly up and down. His jaw falls open a little bit, and he just stares for a minute, until Satoru snaps, “Well, if you’re gonna take the fucking picture, then take the fucking picture.” 

“Right,” Choso breathes before springing into action. Immediately, he shakes his head and lifts the camera. He takes one picture and sticks it in a box on the counter, then takes a second and does the same. After a few seconds, he pulls the first picture out to let it finish developing under the light. Meanwhile, you pull your shirt down again before your boyfriend takes it upon himself again. When it’s ready, he hands it to you. 

Oh. Wow. Your tits really do look cute with the piercings, all plumped up like that. “Here, this is for you to keep,” you say, handing it to Satoru. “Consider it your compensation.”

“A pittance,” he complains jokingly, but he takes the picture from you anyway and hurriedly stuffs it in his pocket at the dirty look you throw his way, like he’s afraid you’ll take that back too. Fair assumption on his part because you were about to. 

Rolling your eyes at his theatrics, you finally stand up from the chair. “Thanks, Cho. Maybe I’ll have to make you my regular piercer,” you tease, and it puts an expression of such profound want on his face that your walls clench around nothing. 

“Try not to jerk yourself off too hard to the picture,” Satoru taunts irritatedly, sneaking in one last jab that reeks of jealousy. The space between your thighs gets even more damp and achy. Your boyfriend follows on your heels as you walk out the door. His arm wraps around your waist and slides into your back pocket to give your ass a little squeeze. After waving goodbye to Yuki and then Maki, you’re headed out the door and into the buttery sunlight of the late afternoon.

“You know, I’m getting really tired of that attitude you seem to get whenever you see him,” Satoru says eventually, the sounds of passing traffic loud and obtrusive on your walk back to the car. That’s also fair. You have been extraordinarily bratty where the cute piercer is concerned. He seems genuinely put out over it too, which isn’t what you wanted; you just wanted to have a little fun at his expense. 

“Sorry baby,” you say sheepishly. Then, looking over at him, you sink your teeth into your lower lip. At last, you admit, “I just think you’re really hot when you’re jealous.”

The corners of his mouth turn up a bit, much better than that dreary frown he was wearing five seconds ago. “You think I’m hot?” He asks, like you haven’t been together for years, like it’s some sort of surprise. 

“Idiot,” you say, shaking your head as the two of you arrive at Satoru’s car. The black Mercedes-Benz glints in the afternoon light, the windows tinted as dark as they legally can be. “Of course I think you’re hot. You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on.” 

That drags a full, albeit reluctant, smile from him. He reaches out and grabs your arm, pulling you into him. His head tilts down until your noses brush together. Without giving you warning or time to prepare yourself, his lips capture yours in a deep, greedy kiss. He groans into your mouth as his tongue sweeps into yours, parting your lips forcibly. Your lashes flutter; the weak-in-the-knees feeling you get whenever he kisses you is so strong you nearly buckle then and there. Pushing you up against his car, his knee slots between your thighs and grinds against your clothed pussy. He kisses you breathless, until your head is spinning and you can’t tell up from down or left from right. 

When he finally breaks it, you gasp for air, drawing great, big gusts into your lungs. A string of saliva connects his lips to yours still, but then his tongue swipes out to sever it. “Pretty girl, you’re all mine. Don’t you ever forget that.”

He finally releases you, allowing you to scramble inside and take up your spot as passenger princess. Satoru follows not far behind, sliding into the driver’s side and starting the car. After both of you are settled in, Satoru pulls the vehicle smoothly away. He weaves in and out of the city traffic with ease, arms corded with muscle flexing with each turn, which makes your mouth water for him. 

“You don’t think it’s hot? Other men wanting me when you’re the one who gets to share a home with me? Who gets to be inside me?” You look at him out of the corner of your eye. 

His eyes dart over to you, just for a second, then back to the road. “I’ve never thought about it like that before,” he admits, shifting in his seat. He wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and murmurs, “You’re a little fucking tease.” Well, he’s not wrong. Teasing is at least half the fun, maybe more than. 

“So what? Don’t tell me you don’t think it wouldn’t be fun to stuff me full of your cock and make him watch,” you say, low and soft. “Or, give him a little taste while reminding him that you get to have everything. Make him listen to me moan for you.” You shrug, and lean back in the passenger seat, making yourself fully comfortable. “I don’t know, I think it’s pretty hot.”

Satoru’s next words come out strangled. “I see your point.” When you look over at him, he’s sporting a fat bulge, the outline of his cock pressing against the front of his pants. “Still a tease though.” He clears his throat and adds, “You gonna help me with this? It’s all your fault anyway.”

You tip your head back and laugh. “Hmm, I thought roadhead didn’t interest you enough,” you say pointedly.

“Okay, okay, I get it. I should be grateful for what I’m offered,” he says. “Please, baby, I’m begging you.”  His hips lift just slightly, like he’s seeking friction he won’t find. “I’ll give you anything you want, pretty girl.” When he looks over at you, you can see the desperation in his eyes. It’s a good thing Satoru is no king because you get the feeling he’d sell the keys to a kingdom for you. 

Slowly, your hand moves over the center console until it comes to rest on his thigh. You can feel his warmth, even through the fabric of his pants. Sliding your hand over to his straining bulge, you palm it first, giving it a few rough strokes over the fabric until your boyfriend is moaning, his teeth biting into his lower lip.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” you sing-song as you reach for his zipper. 

It takes some doing, but you manage to unzip his pants and work his cock free. When it springs out fully, you take some time to admire the flushed pink head, leaking from the slit at the very tip, the thick jagged veins wrapping around the impressive length and girth of him. One thing you absolutely love about Satoru? How fucking big his cock is.

The first time he fucked you, you knew there was no going back once you’d felt him stretching you out. And he knew it too. He was so fucking cocky about it back then too, made sure to rail you extra hard to make sure you never forgot that feeling. And you haven’t.

Leaning over the center console, you lap at the tip of his cock, tasting those salty-sweet clear beads resting on the crown. You moan at the taste and swirl your tongue all the way around the head, once, twice, before sucking him fully into your mouth. Satoru groans in reply, hips bucking up just slightly as he tries to fit more of himself between your lips. 

The velvet feel of him and the way he tastes are intoxicating. Swirling your tongue around his tip, you then take him all the way back, back, back until his engorged tip bumps the back of your throat and you choke. “Good girl,” Satoru grits out, “Sweet thing. So good for me.”

Slowly, you pull back again and swirl your tongue around the tip, dragging it up the sensitive underside. For several minutes you tease him just like that, which has him groaning and whining, but when you finally start to suck him in earnest, he has to fight to keep his eyes on the road, to keep his huge hands clenched around the steering wheel. You hollow your cheeks and give him as you pull back off him, giving him that tight suction you know drives him crazy. When you take him all the way into your mouth again

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he lets out, and you can feel the muscles in his thighs tensing and relaxing repeatedly, almost shaking. “Mmmm, my baby sucks cock so good. You love it, don’t you?” At the way you moan around his thick cock in reply, a breathy laugh leaves his lips before he says, “And you wonder why I get so jealous. It’s because you’re perfect, sweet girl.”

You look up at him through your lashes, catching his eyes right as he happens to glance down at you. There’s a soft expression on his face that makes your walls clench hard around nothing, something like adoration. It only makes you want to suck him down even more, another moan vibrating around his cock that makes his hips buck up gently. God, you fucking love tasting him, love feeling him stretching out your throat. 

When he finally comes down your throat with a gasp, his cock twitching against your tongue as he spills thick, sticky white threads of cum into your eagerly awaiting mouth, you swallow it all with a moan. Why he thinks anyone could steal you away from him, you have no fucking clue, because you’d be hard-pressed to give up moments like these.

And little do you know that while you’re sucking your boyfriend off on the way home, a certain piercer is frantically jerking his cock to you in the bathroom of the tattoo parlor, the picture of your tits clenched in his hand, teeth biting hard into his lower lip to keep silent. Without even knowing it, you have two men coming for you at once. 

♡

It’s late at night when you and Satoru show up at Ink Black Hearts for your last healing check and your jewelry change. It’s so late that not even Maki is in the shop acting as receptionist. After Satoru opens up the door for you and you duck inside, you find the waiting area entirely empty. The lights are dimmed, the sky outside is practically black, the light pollution from the city hiding any stars that might have been winking down at you. 

“Hello,” you call into the place, glancing around, trying to parse something from the eerie silence. 

You hear the soft scuff of footsteps before Choso appears, pulling aside the curtain that separates the waiting area from the main parlor. His hair is down again today, falling almost to his shoulders. Like last time, he seems a little surprised to see you, dark eyes widening, before a smile tugs at his lips. 

“Didn’t expect to see you here so late,” he says, pulling the black gloves from his hands with his teeth. “You’re lucky. I just wrapped up with a belly button piercing and was about to close up. Five minutes later and we’d have been closed.” He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning up against the frame of the entrance, and jerks his chin toward the back, “Come on back.”

You and Satoru squeeze past Choso, so close you can feel his body heat and smell the woody, spicy cologne he’s wearing. In the back, you walk over to the jewelry counter to start looking at pieces. A few catch your eye—a pretty bar with rose buds on either end, a ring with a pink gemstone sakura on it, another ring with a blue gemstone and a pearl, another bar with a chain dangling from either end featuring several little metal flowers. You like all of them, but your eyes keep going back to the ring with the little Sakura on it. 

Satoru comes up behind you and leans over you, looking over your shoulder at the jewelry pieces with you. Pointing to the little Sakura rings, he says, “You like those?”

You crane your neck to look up at him and say, “Yeah, but they’re a little expensive. A hundred and fifty dollars for the pair.” They have the biggest price tag of the ones you like. 

“Psssshhhh. Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets. I’m buying, anyway. You’re not spending a dime, sweets,” he coos, running a hand down your back. Then turning his head, he looks at Choso and says, “Hey, she wants these.” 

The dark-haired man goes behind the glass display case and unlocks it. Reaching in, he taps his finger against the small velvet cushion the jewelry is resting on in silent confirmation. At Satoru’s nod, he pulls them out and jerks his chin toward the treatment table, “Go on, lie down.”

The little smile you give him is all cute and playful, specifically designed to push his buttons. Doing as asked, you go and lie down on the bench, your back against the cushion. Your boyfriend trails behind you to crouch down at your side, but surprisingly he isn’t being as clingy or salty as he usually is when you come here, especially since you’re flirting with the cute piercer right in front of him. To your complete dissatisfaction, he hardly seems moved at all this time. 

Choso sets the new jewelry on a tray and goes to wash his hands really quickly. In the brief moments that he’s gone, you look up at Satoru, trying to discern his mood, but his expression remains frustratingly unreadable. When Choso comes back, you flip up your shirt to reveal your bare tits to him.

First, he leans down to look at the piercings. “They look like they’ve been healing well. Any issues?” 

You shake your head. “None.” 

Nodding, he reaches out and gently twists one of the bars. When you give no indication of pain, he starts unscrewing the end of each bar before slowly pulling them out of your nipples. His fingers brush your sensitive skin every so often, which sends sparks of heat straight up into your center. His steady hands move in sure, deft movements, setting the plain pieces aside and picking up one of the rings. He holds the little circle up to the light and the pink gemstones that make up each flower petal glitter beautifully. 

“These will look nice.” Choso murmurs. Looking back down at you, his dark eyes trace your pretty tits. Cheeks turning slightly pink, he adds,  “They’ll be really, uh, pretty on you.” Slowly, he lowers the ring and then sits down on the rolling stool beside the table. He leans down and carefully slides one ring into your nipple. Once it’s secured, almost like he can’t help himself, he squeezes that sensitive bud between his fingertips. Deep inside, your cunt aches terribly, aching to be punished.

Just when you start to think Satoru has stopped caring, he pipes up. “Hah. I’ll bet you think so. I bet you think no matter what piece of jewelry goes into her pretty tits, you’d think they look nice, am I right?”

Choso chokes, which he quickly turns into a cough. For a while, he says nothing, just silently grabs the other ring to fasten it through your other nipple. Finally, he looks up at Satoru and asks tightly, “Seriously? Are you really asking me that?” He looks like he’s in some sort of hell. 

Satoru’s smile widens at the red on Choso’s cheeks. “What? Don’t want to answer?” There’s a glint in those pretty blue eyes, something cold and dark, all hidden behind that cheerful, boyish smile. He snickers meanly and says, “Well, tell me this then: how’s that picture of them and your hand been serving you? How many nights have you jerked yourself raw wishing it was her?”

“Satoru!” You exclaim, looking up at your boyfriend. Absolutely shameless. And you thought you were being crazy. Flirting with Choso right in front of him was never going to end well, just like it hasn’t the last two times. Well, maybe it does end well, because you always get fucked into next week.

“What? Look at that guilty face and tell me you don’t think he’s been jerking off to that picture,” Satoru says, his huge arms crossing over his broad chest. When you look back at the dark-haired man, you do have to admit that Satoru is right. He does look quite guilty. He won’t meet your eyes, and his cheeks, ears, and neck are all bright pink. When neither you nor Choso say anything, he scoffs and adds, “That’s what I thought.” The smile on his face turns mean, and he taunts, “What would you give for a taste of my girl, hmm?”

Your jaw drops. He did not just ask that. You’re about to open your mouth, tell Choso to ignore your idiot boyfriend, but he beat you to it. “Anything.” His reply makes that damp spot forming in your panties grow even larger. A shudder goes down your spine at the dark, rough edge to his soft voice. 

“Anything at all?” Satoru parrots back, those blue eyes sparking with something dangerous. He cocks his head and says calmly, “Then beg.” A light mocking laugh leaves his lips, and he says, “Beg, and I might let you suck on her tit, let you have a taste of what’s mine.”

Okay, now you’re completely floored. Who is this guy and what has he done to your boyfriend? The man you love is stupidly, irrationally possessive, so this is a complete shock. “Satoru,” you say his name quietly. Then, you’re sputtering because you can’t seem to find the right words.  “Are you—what are you—“

Tilting his head to look at you, he coos, “It’s alright, baby. Don’t act like you haven’t been teasing him and shit. Encouraging his little crush on you.”

Well, guilty as charged. You 100% have been teasing your poor piercer, but it’s not your fault he’s so easy to tease and so cute when he gets all flustered. Maybe Satoru is rubbing off on you a little. It doesn’t mean he has to call you out like that, though, so you lift your chin and say, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It’s a lie and an obvious one at that, and Satoru knows it too because he just gives you that same smile he gave Choso.

Turning his gaze back to the other man, he says, “Well?”

Clearing his throat, Choso looks up at your boyfriend. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. Then, very softly, he says, “Please, please let me suck on your girlfriend’s tit.” He sounds absolutely mortified. 

“Oh, come on. You can beg better than that,” Satoru taunts. 

Choso looks from him, back to you where you’re still lying on the table, the new rings in your pretty tits catching the light. “Please, I really, really want to suck on your girlfriend’s tits. Please. I’m begging you.” The way he’s staring at your body is as if it’s something he needs, something vital to his survival. There’s such longing on his face that it stuns you. 

“Well, since you’re begging so nicely,” Satoru says meanly, eyes flicking between the piercer and you. “I’ll let you suck on it.” His eyes flick between Chos and you, silently making sure you’re on board with it, and you just nod.

Choso needs no further encouragement. His large, steady hand comes up to cup your breast, and then he leans in to capture your little nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard, tongue twirling around the little ring, flicking across the sensitive peak. The groan that comes out of his mouth and the way his eyes flutter shut gives away just how much he’s wanted this. 

You can’t help the moan that is pulled from your lips, so soft and sweet. He sucks on your tit like he needs it, like your body is the best thing he’s ever had the pleasure of having his lips on. One large hand comes down to rest against your side, running up and down your ribcage in soft, soothing strokes. The other rests on your hip, holding you in place. Your panties only grow wetter and wetter, the damp spot spreading with your slick. The familiar ache of needing to be filled pulses between your legs.

“Hah, look at you, sucking my girl’s tit like you need it,” Satoru practically growls as he moves behind you to stroke his long fingers over your hair. You whimper at the combined sensations, the affection versus the filthy way you’re being suckled. “What are you? A virgin?” At Satoru’s prodding, Choso whimpers, sucking even harder on you, which makes your breath stutter. Satoru laughs, “You want to suck her other one now? Beg me for it.”

Choso’s head lifts, and he releases your nipple with a wet pop. A string of saliva stretches from your skin to his mouth, and his thumb flicks out over your nipple to disconnect it, and it makes you shiver. He looks up at Satoru, his dark eyes hungrier and needier than you’ve ever seen them before. “Please, please, please, please,” he begs breathlessly, one of his hands coming down to stroke over the bulge starting to strain against his jeans. “I want it so badly.”

Satoru just laughs and says, “Aw, begging to suck a tit? What are you? A virgin?” But he still gives credit where credit is due and carries on, “Good boy, now beg her.”

His dark eyes turn to you, all dewy and puppy-dog-ish, and he whispers like he’s praying to god, “Please, I want to suck your other tit, if you—if you’ll let me. Please. You’re just so pretty, prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, she is, isn’t she? And she’s all mine.” Satoru coos, his hand stroking against your cheek. “What do you say, princess? Gonna throw him a bone?”

You nod slowly and murmur, “Yeah.”

Choso needs no further encouragement. He latches onto your other tit, his jaw working as he sucks on that sensitive bud. You moan, looking up at your boyfriend’s face. He blinks down at you, those long white lashes closing for a second before revealing his pretty blue eyes to you. As Choso’s tongue flicks over your nipple and toys with the little ring, you can’t help but let out a lascivious moan.

“That feel good, baby?” Satoru asks, his blue eyes dark. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Ah, I’m yours,” you gasp out as Choso’s teeth scrape against your sensitive skin. “All yours.”

“Good girl,” Satoru says sweetly, stroking your hair again. 

When Choso finally releases your nipple, he gasps for air, like he was so focused on sucking on your skin that he forgot how to breathe. Staring down at you, his dark eyes are filled with desire, the bulge straining hard against the seams of his pants. There’s a little damp spot where he’s leaking pre onto the rough fabric. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes roving over your body like he’s not sure where to look.

“She’s even prettier when she’s stuffed full,” Satoru says, and before you even realize what’s happening, he’s picking you up like you weigh nothing at all and flipping you onto your stomach the wrong way across the table, so your head is dangling off one side and your ass off the other. Without giving you room to think or move, he yanks down your shorts and slaps his hand against your clothed pussy. You yelp at the sting, your walls squeezing around nothing. “Hah, soaking through your panties like a little slut,” he says, rubbing your folds over the damp cloth in an almost soothing gesture. 

“Please,” you whimper out, and when you look up, your eyes land on Choso, who is staring at you like you’re the answer to all the questions of the universe.

“You begging for me, baby, or are you begging for him?” Satoru demands with another sharp smack, this time to your ass cheek. 

“Ah, I—you,” you bite out. 

Satoru just laughs and replies, “Hah. Bey you’d love to suck his cock though, hmm? Little slut that you are? What do you think about that, baby? Give him a little taste of that pretty mouth that I can have whenever I want.”

“Yes, please—ah,” your sentence is cut off by the whine that leaves your mouth as his hand cracks against your other asscheek. 

Looking up at Choso, Satoru says, all lazy mockery, “Well, if you want her to suck your cock, you better ask nicely. One time offer, buddy, so you better enjoy every fucking second.”

He looks like a deer in the headlights, like he’s not quite sure how it went from having your nipple piercings changed to getting sucked off by your pretty mouth. After a moment frozen, he crouches down to make eye contact with you. Those dark, baleful eyes bore into yours as he says softly, “Please, pretty, I’d love it if you sucked me. I’ll never fucking forget it.”

Before you can say anything at all, Satoru grabs your hips and lifts them to slide your panties down. Then one finger plunges inside you, curling down towards your belly. “Ahh, fuck, Toru,” you moan out as he fucks his finger into you, your slick coating his thick digit. Blinking up at Choso again, you nod because you don’t trust yourself to get the words out. 

Choso’s brain buffers for a minute before he stands back up. He looks down at you again, his cheeks red, those dark eyes blackened with desire. Then, in quick, jerky movements, he unlatches his belt and shoves his pants and underwear down around his knees. Thick cock springing free, you can’t help but notice how pretty it is. Flushed, purplish-red engorged head leaking from the little slit, two angry veins wrapping around the hard flesh, thatch of dark hair right at the base. He gives himself a couple of good strokes before standing in front of you and guiding his tip toward your open, eager lips. 

Just as he’s about to slide himself inside, Satoru adds another finger to your dripping cunt and curls them down hard. Your mouth stretches open in a moan, and at the same time, Choso slides his thick cock down, down, down until he hits the very back of your throat and you choke, eyes watering.

“There you go,” Satoru coos, “Good girl, just like you take me.” The pad of his thumb circles around your clit and you naturally want to grind yourself against his hand, but with the cock in your throat you can’t. You have to rely on what Satoru gives you.

Moaning around Choso’s thick length, you relish the way he’s stretching your throat out. The taste of his pre—salty, a little sweet, but not as sweet as your boyfriend’s. It’s strange to have another man’s cock in your throat after three years of just Satoru—not bad, but he fits differently than you’re used to, plus he’s more gentle with you than Satoru. He’s careful not to fuck into your throat too deep, each roll of his hips easy and smooth. 

“Tch,” Satoru scoffs, fucking into you harder with his fingers, his thumb working around your clit, occasionally skating over it with just enough pressure to make your hips jump and your back arch. “You can be a little rougher with her. Put your hands in her hair. She can take it.” Then, pressing his thumb down hard on your clit, so hard that your thighs shake and you let out a keening moan around Choso’s cock. 

The vibrations around his cock, draw a moan from between Choso’s lips, and he ruts into your throat a little harder. A big hand comes down on your hair and grabs a handful of it, just pulling hard enough for you to feel it. 

Withdrawing his fingers from your soaked cunt with a wet schlep, Satoru murmurs, “Oh, fuck, you’re so wet, dripping from my fingers.” Then, meanly, he adds, “Bet you’d kill for a taste. You want some? You can suck it from my fingers.” Your eyes dart up just in time to see your boyfriend’s fingers disappearing into Choso’s mouth. The man’s dark lashes flutter, and he groans while he suck’s Satoru’s finger clean. There’s a wet pop as he withdraws his fingers, and he murmurs, “Sweet, isn’t she?”

“The sweetest,” Choso breathes, the tip of his cock nudging the back of your throat. The fingers in your hair tighten, and he starts fucking into you in earnest, the glide and stretch of his cock intoxicating. “You’re one lucky fuck.”

“Think I don’t know that?” Behind you, you hear the clink of Satoru’s belt coming undone and a second later feel his warm tip nudging at your tight little hole. He slides into you slowly, your cunt fluttering around him, until you’re full to the brim, that ache deep in you finally getting the attention it needs. 

You let out another moan, the sound muffled by Choso’s cock buried in your throat. Lashes fluttering closed, tears lining them, you tease his veins with the tip of your tongue. He fucking whimpers, his legs bumping up against the edge of the table, and you do your best to bob your head up and down in time with his rhythm.

Satoru, buried so deep in you that you can feel his tip gently kissing your cervix, finally moves. He sets a hard pace right from the start, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in, only to grind the crown of his cock into that spot that’s as deep as he can go. His huge hands find your hips, pulling them up a bit, putting you right where he wants you. You moan around Choso's cock, barely able to keep ahold of your thoughts when every stroke of Satoru’s cock and the stretch of your throat threaten to send them all scattering like dandelion fluff on the wind. 

Releasing one hip, Satoru slides the freed hand beneath and starts playing with your swollen, needy little clit. He strokes it hard now, in time with his thrusts; gone are the gentle teasing strokes from before. That’s what sends all your thoughts scattering. An endless stream of moans falls from your lips, which only serves to make Choso fuck harder into your warm, wet mouth.

“Good job, baby,” Satoru grunts out, his thumb circling over your clit in a way that has your thighs starting to shake. “Doing so good for us.”

“So pretty, such a sweet girl,” Choso murmurs in turn, the hand buried in your hair holding you in place as he starts to fuck into your throat harder, faster. “Good girl. Thank you. Thank you.”

If you could form a coherent thought, you might think to yourself how cute it is that he’s thanking you for sucking him off. Unfortunately, thoughts are not something you have access to at the moment. All you can do is feel—the sweet pressure from Satoru’s thumb, his cock railing into that sweet spot inside you that makes you fucking dumb, the way you swallow Choso’s cock down. 

It’s not long before your body starts to tense, the muscles in your thighs and calves twitching. Tension ratchets down in your guts, tightening down more and more with every stroke of Satoru’s digit, every pump of his cock. Your body is starting to feel light and warm, everything emptying out of your head at once at the feeling building in your center.

“Fuck, gonna come for me, sweets?” Satoru coos, the words strained. “Can tell you’re getting close, baby. Can feel her starting to squeeze me even better.” Then soft, low, and dark, he murmurs, “Come for us, pretty girl. Know you want to.”

And fuck, you do want to.

The circles his thumb is making on your clit go faster and faster. He fucks into you meanly, not giving you a centimeter of breathing room, railing into that spot that has you seeing stars until you’re dripping down your thighs, your legs. 

Choso is the first to break. “Ah, sh-shit, g-gonna f-fucking come,” muttered a half second before he’s spilling warm, sweet-salty cum straight down your throat while you eagerly swallow every drop. 

That, along with the way Satoru grinds his cock deep inside you and how his thumb is circling your clit hard and fast, are what push you over the edge. You’re moaning around Choso’s twitching cock as your cunt spasms around Satoru. Pleasure rips through you, arcs of heat lightning snapping through limbs, rolling through your body from your center. Tears are streaking down your face, darkness creeping around the edge of your vision, hearing coming and going. Your entire body feels warm and light in this moment. 

Satoru’s thrusts grow more and more erratic until he’s shoving his cock as deep in you as it will go and spilling inside you with a groan of relief. Every little twitch of his cock in your cunt makes you whimper a little more. Eventually, Choso pulls out of your mouth, a string of your saliva mixed with his cum stretching out. You blink up at him with watery eyes, and he reaches down to gently stroke your cheek.

“Alright, enough of that,” Satoru grunts as he slowly pulls out of you, “No one said you could touch her face all tender and shit.” 

You would laugh if you had the strength. 

Choso rolls his eyes and scoffs, “You know, you really don’t deserve her.”

You can hear the warmth in Satoru’s voice is obvious, the complete and total adoration, “Oh, trust me, I know. But she’s mine anyway.”

A/N: 12k of straight smut????? Lmao, sorry guys, this got to be really long. TY all for reading. Reblogs and comments are especially appreciated.

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He gathers himself that night at dinner, you're sitting next to him tonight, his hand resting on your thigh as he smiles at you, watching you bite down on your lip, a pretty flush to your skin.

"I am sorry again for today,” he murmurs, brushing a lock of your drying hair back gently. “I really thought I had that one down.”

“It was kind of fun,” you giggle now, sipping your wine, a drop of it on your lips. “Master Qifrey always keeps me away from any danger, locked up almost. So it was a little… exhilarating.”

“Yeah?” You nod and he exhales.

Thank God.

“I actually have a different method than Qifrey does for magic," he murmurs softly, as you nibble on your dinner. "I should show you some time."

"Oh, different from the ocean trip?"

"Mhm," you lean forward just a bit, pretty tits leaned out of your neckline for his hungry blue eyes to hit. You sip your wine carefully once more, feeling the intensity of his gaze taking your breath.

You may or may not have a crush on Qifrey - but you also may or may not have a crush on Satoru.

Scandalous, you can't do such things!

They're both your teachers, and you're a grown woman, much unlike the young girls that joined you as apprentices, aren't you supposed to set an example? But your thoughts are utterly wicked - imagining just how much of their cocks you can fit in your throat.

Scandalous thoughts that must end!

"I could show you, it's a little different," Satoru says, chuckling and slipping up that blindfold he wears constantly, letting pretty blue eyes drift across your collarbones. "More based on touch than drawings."

You feel your cunt clench around nothing. "Oh, touch, you say?"

"Mhm."

"Well,” you set down your glass, heart racing as the fire crackles, illuminating his tall shadow taking over yours on one of the stone walls of the Atelier. “I'm most eager to learn."

It's moments before Satoru has you spread right on that table, shoving your skirts up, his fingers pumping in and out of your needy cunt, the squelching so damn loud. He's leaning over you, as his fingers move in and out faster, a hand clutching yours as it rests on the table, your ass arched all pretty against him as you cry out.

"S-Satoru!"

Your voice is all hoarse as your head falls back, as much as you adored Qifrey - well, he'd kept it all professional. He'd never done more than brush your cheek with his fingers once, a lean close – so close you thought he’d kiss you – just to pull back and walk right out.

Not Satoru.

He had no problem kissing you messy, his eyes were insane as he hit your sweet spot over and over, laughing against your ear, lips brushing against it.

"How are my lessons, pretty little witch?"

"Wh-what... are you teaching, ngh," his teeth nip your ear, eliciting a filthy little cry. “They’re v-very – ah! Gojo…”

“Satoru,” he whispers, pumping faster with his thick fingers in your plump, messy cunt. “Say it, sweetheart.”

“Satoru!”

That's what Qifrey hears when he walks in.

"Well, here's that sweet spot, the one that makes you gush," he's honing in on it, smirking when Qifrey walks in, but your face is pressed against the table cloth, drooling on it, Satoru’s hand entangled in your hair.

Qifey is torn - between wanting to fuck Satoru up and wanting to drag you right over to himself, hearing your pathetic, mewling little cries, your squelching cunt as the dumb fucking sorcerer he brought in to help is touching you. Qifrey’s hands are damn near shaking, clenching into fists as he walks in, slamming his gear down on the ground loud enough for you both to pause.

Satoru just smirks, this little shit.

Your face is all fucked out, drool down your lips, eyes glazed over in a way Qifrey had only ever dreamed of.

Oh yes, filthy dreams of his apprentice, the one he’d tried so fucking hard to make sure not to touch, to be professional. Yet here Satoru Gojo is, with his dumb blindfold shoved up his face, grinning right at him and apparently fingering your cunt again, judging by the messy, wet sounds echoing and your little moan.

“What is the meaning of this!?” He demands, you bite your lower lip, but Satoru simply hums a bit, reaching around to grip one of your tits, squishing it in his hand.

“I was showing her my own magic, one eye.”

Qifrey snorts, shaking his head and pulling out his little notebook. “Time for you to get locked the fuck away, six eye freak.”

“Aww, can’t make her cum without your doodles?” He’s got you arching, and Qifrey’s cock is throbbing underneath his robes, his eye damn near twitching behind that spectacle, as your nails scramble for purchase on the table.

Qifrey walks over and Satoru is furious at how you grip his fingers when he’s that close, how thick your coating of slick gets, he gets so mad he slips a third finger inside, making you cry out.

“Eyes on me,” he murmurs in your ear, but the other sorcerer is gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze, that eye glinting dark.

“No, eyes on me,” he says softly in that tone of his, absolutely fucking you up, his free hand trailing down the side of your pretty tit, tracing the gentle curve as you’re trying to hold it together. “You needed your cunt played with and never told me?”

“She didn’t need to tell me,” Satoru’s lips pressed against your neck, his teeth nipping your skin.

“I tried but y-you… seemed very – ngh, reserved,” he sighs, shaking his head once more.

“Here in the dining room? Really, Gojo?”

“Want dinner though,” he pulls out his fingers, dripping with you, smirking as he sees the sorcerer fucking salivate, sucking your juices right off them, moaning, his cheeks hollowed. “She’s so tasty.”

“My room. Now.”

You both pause, Satoru raising a brow, but Qifrey just walks off, looking at you both behind his shoulder.

“I said now.”

You’re sure you’re in for the worst tongue lashing of your life, even as Satoru has this big, shit eating grin on his face, walking up the winding stairs to his room, when the door shuts behind you, and suddenly it’s Qifrey, his fingers on the buttons of your gown, making quick work of them. He sighs when he sees you naked, groaning at the sight of your pretty body as Gojo’s own eyes dart across.

“Seems our first time will have to be sharing you,” he murmurs, clicking his tongue and brushing your hair back. “Shame, I wanted you all to myself.”

“Who says I’ll share her?” Satoru tugs you to him, lifting you like it’s nothing with his hands on your thighs, carrying you right over to Qifrey’s bed and laying you down, just for the other sorcerer to come right over, shoving Satoru right over.

“You already started having fun,” he presses you down against those silk sheets, cool against your heated skin, making you tremble just a bit. “Look at you…”

“Master Qifrey…” You’re all flustered, and he raises a brow, as Satoru’s slipping off his top, revealing the muscles of his hard body, while Qifrey’s fingertips trail your thighs, sliding up and making you tremble.

“You were aching all this time, hmm?” His voice rushes over you, and Satoru’s sigh is loud.

“Will you move so I can show you how to eat pussy?”

“Tch, think I don’t know how to pleasure a woman?” Satoru is snickering as  Qifrey kneels at the foot of the bed.

“Do you just draw on her thigh?” Qifrey doesn't answer, he simply slips his long fingers up your skin. Watching those juices pour right out.

 "I've wanted to do this since I first saw you," Qifrey murmurs, as if it’s just for you – spreading your thighs with his hands carefully. "Taste this sweet, pretty little pussy."

“You have? I–ah!” He leans in, his breath hot against your sensitive folds, before his tongue makes contact with your dripping slit.

You cry out, arching against the bed, hips pressed up as he licks a slow stripe up your slit a few times, coating his tongue in it before he parts your puffy folds, circling your clit with deliberate precision. The very tip of his tongue swirling intricate patterns like drawings, all in front of Satoru Gojo.

“Fuck…” that's all he can manage, as one of your hands grip the sheets, and the other entangles in Qifreys pretty white locks.

“There it is,” he mumbles, pussy drunk as he smirks over at Satoru. “She quite likes her clit being covered in my ‘drawings’ hmm?”

Satoru watches with hungry blue eyes before kneeling down right next to him, his mouth capturing your other thigh in a little kiss, grasping dribbles that are glistening right down.

“Move over,” he bites your skin. nudging Qifrey aside. "Let me taste her too."

Instead of arguing, Qifrey simply shifts a bit, leaning over you to capture your chin, allowing Satoru to eye your dripping folds, parting your pussy wide and watching it clench around nothing.

Qifrey spits your own cum in your mouth. 

“Swallow, pretty Apprentice.”

You eagerly obey, earning a pleased smirk as Satoru buries his face against you with just a bit of clumsiness, his tongue exploring every inch of your folds before pulling back with a groan.

 "Fuck, you're tight," he mumbles, sliding a finger inside as Qifrey licks your clit again, the squelches obscene. "Can you even take us?"

“Mhm – ah!” Your thoughts are cut off when both men begin to eat your cunt – desperately, your hands in each of their silky white locks, one of your thighs in each hand as they spread you wide.

Qifrey leans in and captures Satoru's lips in a messy kiss as if to make sure to capture all your juices, his tongue slipping over Satoru's mouth to taste you on him. The sight makes your cunt clench around Satoru's fingers, the way they're moaning. The way the saliva drips between them – your two teachers sharing your taste between them right over your twitchy clit.

“Oh…” they both blush a bit and pull back as if it were some mistake, before diving back in, tongues circling your clit in tandem, both men's fingers working your needy cunt. “Did you two… ah. Kiss?”

“No!?”

“Indeed no!?”

You go to giggle.

Big mistake.

The two white haired sorcerers immediately position you, so you're laying on your back sideways on the bed, Qifrey settling between your thighs with his fat cock tugged out of his robes, as Satoru positions himself by your head, his pink tip dripping white little drops on your lips.

“You want me to take care of you, hmm? Pretty girl,” Qifrey’s words are fucking you up – blood rushing through your ears as you nod, feeling his cock slide between your puffy folds, while Satoru’s darts on the seem of your lips, running across it achingly slow.

 "I want to watch that pretty throat bulge when I fuck it," he murmurs, moaning when you lap at his tip, your mouth opening wide. “Watch you swallow every inch."

"And I want to see myself…” He pushes right into your slick heat, you’re so damn wet your cunt takes him easy despite how fucking long he is, he lets out a little moan, eyeing that stomach bulging. “Right here.”

tBoth men eye your body, Qifrey painting pretty patterns with his fingers on your tummy, while his cock is gliding in, Satoru pressing so that you choke on him, shushing you carefully.

“That’s it, you can take us, sweetheart,” he cooes those words, watching his shape in your throat while he sees Qifrey’s cockprint moving in and out of your stomach. “Look at you. Made for it.”

“You're taking us so well,” Qifrey whispers, picking up your thighs now and spreading them wide, watching how she so greedily grabs onto his cock, every thrust making slick just pour. “I was neglecting my apprentice, I see.”

“You were,” Satoru whines out – Qifrey would make fun of that sound, but he’s doing the same goddamn thing when you grip him, swallowing around the other sorcerer’s cock. “Fuck…”

They begin to move their cocks in perfect sync, tears slip from the corners of your eyes as Satoru sinks deeper, and Qifrey’s tip is just kissing your cute lil cervix. You’re so full of both of them you can hardly see, vision fuzzy as your eyelashes flutter closed, seeing stars behind your eyes.

It’s not long before he has you on your hands and knees, sucking Satoru like that while his hand entangles in your hair, his heavy balls slapping your clit, the loud slick sounds of the men fucking you echoing in the bedchamber. Satoru’s gasping out as he shoves his cock fully inside your mouth, that tip gliding on your throat until your nose is flush with the little smattering of white hair, and Qifrey is leaned back, watching your cunt taking him.

“Look at that, so eager,” he clicks his tongue, smirking just a bit, that little eye glass fogging up with his own breaths as he pulls out fully, slapping his fat cock right on your needy cunt, chuckling. “Beggin’ for all that cum inside, isn’t she?”

Satoru pulls out so you can speak, throat sore with how he’s stretched it out, saliva just dripping from your lips. Satoru tilts your chin up, smiling down at you, thumb brushing over your lower lip now, swiping some of his pre.

“Answer him, sweetheart.”

“Want it,” you manage, peeking back to see your teacher gripping your hips, nudging his tip teasingly against your clit, coating it in sticky pre. “I do…”

“How do we ask, love?” Qifrey nudges your clit again. “Have I not taught you any manners during our lessons?”

“Please,” you whisper, gasping out as Qifrey shoves his length back inside your snug lil cunt, she’s quivering all round him as he leans close, and Satoru is tugging your mouth back open.

“Want to swallow all this cum while he fills you?” He asks, making your cheeks heat up. “Looking all innocent when you just want all this cum.”

“Mhm,” is all you can manage, tongue out, letting them both fuck their loads inside – so full you’re swallowing Gojo down, as Qifrey pumps you so full it won’t even stay in.

Don’t worry – the sorcerers make sure to clean your pussy right up, and if their tongues catch each other, well they’re just sharing your taste – and Qifrey’s cum is quite sweet, even if Satoru won’t admit it. They’re certainly not kissing, and they absolutely can’t stand each other – they’re just getting along for you!

You have every assumption as to why. It isn't a rarity or unaccustomed to you for royal members to request for you after hiring you for a party. You are a dancer, after all...with some other "skills" on the side that you use to your advantage.

While you know how to play the game among the royal court and have no problem refusing to spend the night with any royals after performing for them at one of their grand parties, you would be lying if you said you didn't want to be alone with the Firelords for the night.

You have been around them for some time now. As the royal belly dancer, groomed to dance for the elite and the wealthy, you were bound to make the acquaintance of the Fire Nation Family at some point...including the Firelord brothers. Both calm, poised, mysterious, and devilishly handsome.

They have been on your radar for a long time, filling your endless nights with hot fantasies of the two of them. Sometimes one at a time, sometimes together. Entangled limbs, your fingertips caressing their muscles, their tongues licking stripes across your skin.

You long to tear down that wall of mystery and restraint that the brothers have meticulously built around themselves. Especially that Zuko. He is quiet and stoic, only speaking when required, preferring to talk with his actions instead. Geto Suguru is more open, striking either fear or intrigue into anyone with his charming smile and cunningness. 

And now here you are, standing right outside of the brother's doors prepared to greet them. The twirling in your stomach is not of fear but of anticipation, wondering where the night will bring you. You bring up your fist and lightly knock, polite but firm. "Enter," a deep, silky voice commands. Geto's voice. 

The voice that has commanded attacks on enemies and brought you to orgasm so many times. Swallowing hard, you twist the doorknob and enter the master bedroom. It is a large, wide space with stone walls and windows overlooking the courtyard and Fire Nation, the summer breeze and afternoon sun pouring into the room. 

On one side sits a large king-sized bed topped with pillows of all sizes and arrays of gold and red. The same as the carpets and curtains softly swaying in the summer evening. Geto Suguru, the oldest brother, sits in the middle of the room on the carpeted floor surrounded by a slew of expensive pillows and blankets. 

He sits at a knee-level table surrounded with delicacies of all kinds, granite teacups with a brewing teapot, and a bottle of fireflower juice spiked with cinnamon, one of the most expensive bottles of alcohol in all the land. Geto is draped in a fine red robe adorned in intricate gold stitching at the flaps and black pants, his feet bare and black locks cascading down his muscular back. 

He turns to look when you enter, his violet eyes piercing a hole into you. The butterflies in your tummy swarm, making your heart pound furiously in your chest.

“You required my services, Your Highness?” you ask, trying to keep your voice level and steady. Alas, it shakes a bit, coming out breathless at the sight of the handsome man. He gives you a small smile that is like a smack in the face. “Yes, little dancer. Come; have a seat. You may not be so formal with me. Call me Suguru." 

You blink, unsure of how to reply. It is rare that a royal wants someone who is not within the court to be formal. His smile deepens, humored. “You look at me as if I’m tricking you. I can assure you that my father is nowhere within these four walls.” He then turns to the left side of the room where the light doesn't reach. “Isn’t that right, brother?” 

You turn your head and that is when you see Zuko sitting there on a lounging sofa, wearing a black robe to blend in with the darkness. You can just see that his hair is also out, cascading in black waves down his back, and he is sipping some tea. You jump, placing a hand on your beating heart. “Oh! Prince Zuko, forgive me. I did not know you were here.” 

Zuko doesn't reply; he only stares, somehow staring right through you. Both of his eyes render you speechless—the wounded one included. Many do not regard Zuko the same way they do Geto due to his burn scar, but you have always thought the disfigurement was quite sexy. 

Geto chuckles, pouring himself some fireflower juice. “Don’t mind him. Zuko can be an enigma when he wants to be…which is all the time.” He smirks when his brother gives him a sharp glare from across the room. “Quiet, Geto. Don’t make me request your removal from this room.” 

Geto smirks at you, unbothered by his brother's heated threat. “That’s code for “don’t make me murder you”,” he chuckles. “Nice, isn’t he?” He gives you a wink, jutting his chin at you. "To what may we call you? Though we know your name, we want you to feel comfortable." 

Comfortable. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Many men always say this when you're within the confines of their bedroom, only wanting you relaxed so they may take advantage. "Y/N," you reply, giving the brothers a respectful bow as you shut the door behind you. It shuts with a click, making your stomach flip. 

Zuko nods over at the table where his brother sits. “You may sit. Plenty of room.” Geto hums in agreement, a flame flickering from his fingertip as he lights himself a pipe filled with tobacco leaves. The smoke wafts through the air as you slowly walk across the room, feeling their eyes on you. 

Though you are covered by a shawl draped over your shoulders, it is mesh, which means your midrif top showing off your stomach and long skirt that doesn't do much to hide your curves. Both red and decorated in gold stitching, dripping in gold beads that clink whenever you twist, turn, or move your hips and stomach when you dance. 

You don't feel uncomfortable the way you used to whenever men ogled at your moves. If anything, you feel powerful. But now, under the brothers' hot gazes as you sit at the table, you feel exposed. Your layers peeled back like a fruit. 

Geto motions down at the array of finger food before you: cheeses, dates, crusted breads, fruits covered in chocolate. “Would you care for a bite? Perhaps a drink? I have tea, water, wine…perhaps something stronger?” He eyes the bottle of fireflower juice sitting next to him. 

You choose wine to loosen yourself up, grateful for the crisp taste as it slides down your throat once Geto pours you a goblet. “Thank you for your invitation, My Lords.

Geto shrugs like it's nothing, smoke billowing attractively from between his pink lips. The bottom lip is piercing with a small ring, unfortunately drawing your attention to his mouth. “Of course. You needed it after that performance you put on, I’m sure.” You act shy and modest, staring down at your wine. “Oh, it’s nothing. For me, that was a simple dance. I have done plenty more complex and strenuous.” 

You were hired tonight to perform for the Fire Nation's Royal Family and their close party, dancing among the sounds of the drums and guitars as fire eaters surrounded you, swallowing swords emblazoned with flames. The flames were hot, but you were hotter. You danced like the heat didn't bother you, sweat sliding over your damp skin and curves as you winded and swirled your hips. 

As you danced, surrounded by all of the royals, your eyes caught the brothers' gazes through the flicker of the flames, orange and red flickering across their handsome faces. Their unyielding gazes spurred you on, making your hips move faster and your body slither like a snake. You are famous among the royals for your dance moves and you were guaranteed to make them remember you. 

Starting with the Firelord brothers. “Oh, well, we wouldn’t want that," Geto chuckles. "It’s important to care for your body. Especially if you are dancing for royalty.” He winks across the room at Zuko. “And since my brother adores your dancing so.” 

“Shut up, Geto,” he growls. “I do not!” You turn towards the younger brother, a pit in your stomach at his words. “You don’t?” you ask, cocking your head at him. Zuko realizes his mistake and quick tries to backtrack, his cheeks hot with a flush. “N-No, I meant…I didn’t mean—“ 

Geto tosses his head back and laughs, the sound oh-so attractive and pulling a smile out of you. “A catch, isn’t he? He can lead the Fire Nation Army into attack on the frontlines, but he can’t even form a sentence in front of a pretty woman.” 

Zuko snarls, teeth bared, gleaming in the twilight. “You’re testing me, brother. I’m about this close to throwing a fire ball at your head.” Geto mockingly gasps, putting a dramatic hand to his broad chest. “And scare the lady? How else will you find yourself a mate?” 

You quickly try to stamp out the fire quickly growing between the brothers. “I am used to violence, I assure you both. And this is quite tame for me.” You turn to Zuko with an inviting smile, knowing that he is the shyer, quieter one. “Will you join us, Your Highness?” 

Zuko looks surprised at the offer, his brows raising slightly. He shoots a look at Geto who nods, smirking quietly at his younger brother. “Just as long as my brother knows to keep his words wise and his brain intact," he grumbles. Geto chuckles as Zuko rises, barefoot and quiet as he strides over to join you at the table.

He sits with Geto on his knees across from you, pouring himself some more tea. Geto passes Zuko the pipe to which the young prince gags at, putting it aside on the table. “Come; let us toast." Geto raises his glass of fireflower juice high, his eyes shining. "To a night of wonders and surprises.” 

“Cheers," you giggle, clinking your goblet with the brothers before taking a sip of your crisp wine. The sliver of afternoon sun has vanished now and the moon has taken the sun's place, leaving the room shining in a white glow. “Did you enjoy tonight’s festivities, Y/N?” Geto asks, his voice soft as silk. It makes you shudder in pleasure. “As much as I could. It’s hard to do much when you’re being ordered to be on your feet for most of the night.” 

The older brother chuckles, taking another puff of his pipe as Zuko silently sips his tea. “Well, here you will not have that. I’m sure your feet must be sore.” You think you see both brothers' eyes flicker down to your soft feet and French-tipped toes, manicured and pretty, but you pass it off as a trick of the moonlight. 

“No, you misunderstand. I do not hark on sore feet. It comes with my work and I would not give up being a dancer for anything.” You mean the words to the bottom of your heart, but Geto chuckles, thinking it is a joke. “For the money, I’m sure.” You smile, humoring him. “The pay is just the tip of the iceberg for me. I only wish to entertain others with my body. To dance is my—“ 

“Passion,” Zuko finishes, surprising you and Geto with his voice. “That’s rare.” Geto agrees, his gaze softening. “Mm. Quite rare. Very admirable. And quite sweet of you.” 

You shiver at the brothers' praise, feeling a flood of endorphins that you've never felt from any compliment before. For a few minutes, you sip your wine in silence, letting the alcohol take over. “How did I make you feel?” you boldly ask. “When I danced?” The brothers look surprised at the random question at first, but Geto answers nonetheless. “Enchanted. Like you were putting me under a spell that I didn’t want to escape." 

His violet eyes capture you between the wisps of smoke billowing from his lush lips. You force yourself to focus on his face instead. "You flatter me, sir," you giggle. Then you turn to Zuko who is silent, unmoving. "What about you, Your Highness? Did I please you as much as your brother with my moves?"

You didn't mean for it to sound so suggestive, and Zuko catches on, his cheeks growing red. "Does it matter that much to you?" he asks, not unkindly but just confused. 

You nod, keeping your kind, welcoming smile. "Of course! If I'm hired to dance for the Fire Nation's princes and their court, it's my duty to entertain and please." Again: very suggestive. Perhaps you're throwing down the hammer a little too hard, but the brothers' quiet seduction and mingling scents of floral (Zuko) and cloves (Geto) is driving you to the brink of insanity.

"Oh, he was entertained," Geto smirkingly replies, sliding a suggestive look at Zuko. "And very pleased. Weren't you, brother?" Zuko elbows his brother in the side, earning a choked chuckle in response. But realizing you're waiting for an answer, he gulps and regains composure. "You were...very nice," he mildly replies into his tea cup. "I have seen belly dancing before, but not the way you do it. Where did you learn?"

You smile and explain to him about your home and culture. You tell them that you learned from your grandmother who taught your mother and older sister. You tell them that belly dancing is considered an important dance within your culture, using your body to make art. The two listen intently, making you feel shy despite dancing for a living. 

"You flatter me too, Your Highness," you chuckle, staring through your lashes at Zuko. "Your kindness is a gift and to dance for you is an honor." Zuko blushes hot red at your sweetness, averting his gaze. "The pleasure is all ours," Geto replies with a twinkle in his eye. "Though we are leaving one thing out as to why you're here." 

You sip more wine, letting the buzzing, warm feeling grow. "Oh? What is that?" Geto gives Zuko a knowing look, but the younger brother ignores him, instead pouring more tea. Your heart pounds and the heat you felt growing intensifies, making the room feel tense. 

"Forgive us for coming off as nothing more than dogs, but I'm afraid we loved your dancing so much that we preferred to have it in private." Geto pauses, puffing on his pipe, sizing you up with his eyes. 

You ignore the way your body sizzles at his confession. You were hoping you were here for that reason...among others. "You want me to dance for you?" you ask. "Right here?"

Geto sits back against the pillows, exposing a sliver of his abs to you. "If you wish. Though we commanded your presence, we want you to be comfortable here with us. That body is too perfect to be forced to do anything it doesn't wish to."

His words are made of saccharine and silk, making you buzz like you just drank a whole bottle of wine. Though Zuko doesn't say anything, his look, so intimate and personal, tells you everything. They truly mean what they say. If they wanted more from you, they would've taken it by now, you realize. 

So you smile, letting your walls fall completely down. "Of course. I am at your service, Your Highnesses," you purr. "You have made me very comfortable without needing to, so who am I to refuse your command? However, I do not have any music." 

"Geto can play guitar," Zuko replies. He snaps at his older brother, impatient. "Play something. Now." Geto only smiles, humored by his brother's flip switch in attitude. "Oooo, someone's desperate to see some more moves. Did you think the Firelord would be so demanding?" 

"Yes, I did," you giggle as Geto rises to his feet, going to fetch his guitar. "But I am sure you both are to a degree. I would think the Firelords would be if you get your way all the time." 

Geto returns with a small guitar and sits cross-legged at the table, placing it in his lap. "Oh, little dancer, we get our way all the time. And you will get yours if you continue to move the way you do." His seductive words cause a trail of heat to snake down to between your thighs, but you ignore it. Not yet.

"How will you have me, My Lords?" you purr, unable to keep the sex out of your voice. Geto elbows Zuko, letting him talk. The young prince's eyes bore into yours, intense and fiery. "Stand right there," he softly commands, nodding at the window. "In the moonlight." 

You rise to your feet and slink over to the window, standing in the sliver of moonlight serving as your spotlight. Then the music begins, Geto's fingers stroking and strumming the guitar strings the way you picture him doing to your body. The music is soft with a bit of Indian scales added to it. "Dance for us, love," he encourages. "However you wish." 

And so you dance. Under the silvery moon and the hot gazes of the princes, you wind your hips, flip your hair, and move your stomach so impressively like it's made of water. You twist, grind, and sway, letting the music control you. When the guitar strums get bolder and faster, you move with them, your movements more intense but still controlled.

The watchful eyes of your princes encourage you, pushing your aching muscles and winding hips to move faster until completion. You reach the same peak you would with an orgasm, feeling a tightness in your core that bursts until you're coating in explosive pleasure that makes you gasp. You hit a pose, raising your arms high as you face the princes, coating from head to toe in sweat. 

Geto stops playing and applauds you while Zuko sits still as a statue, gobsmacked. "Beautiful," he murmurs. You smile at the praise, bowing. "Did that please you, My Lords?" you ask, out of breath and pumped full of arousal. You can feel your slick travel down between your thighs and you clamp them shut in an effort to hide the scent of your slick. 

The aura in the room has shifted, leaving a tense feeling in the air that the brothers feel too. You can tell from how rigid they both sit as if trying to seem normal but miserably failing. Geto is the only one who comes clean, moving the guitar from his lap to reveal his bulge under his robe. "Yes, lovely...a little too much. I am sure you can see it." 

His eyes slide over to Zuko and sure enough, the younger prince is sporting a hard cock under his slacks as well. "Oh," you sigh, your eyes glued to their bulges. "Your Highnesses..." You stare, unashamed and so unproper. And not caring one bite. 

"F-Forgive me," Zuko stammers, covering his hard-on with a pillow as he madly blushes. "You can leave if you don't like this. I'm not usually like this." He looks ashamed and shy, averting his eyes from yours. 

But you shake your head, mouth practically watering. "It's alright. You're just making me blush." And quite wet. You can't remember the last time your pussy has felt this tingly and open, waiting for some attention. Geto raises a brow at you, catching onto your game. "Oh? And why is that?" he asks, his voice much deeper than usual. 

Zuko turns to you, his attention once again pulled back to you. You stare at both, unable to hide your want anymore. "Perhaps you're not the only one who's been enchanted," you whisper. "Maybe I'm feeling this fire too." 

Silently, the two brothers share a look and finally, they rise to their feet. Zuko drops the pillow, revealing his bulge again, and is the first to make his way over to you. You feel wobbly and unsteady as he strides towards you, all muscle and discipline under his silk robe, standing a whole head taller than you. 

But when he finally nears you, you are neither intimidated or frightened. If anything, you are oh-so aroused and attracted to his height and strength. He places his fists at his sides, his muscles tense, jaw working. "I want to touch you," he hoarsely confesses. "I want to...kiss you. Will you let me?" 

He dares to finally touch you, placing his hand in yours. You swallow hard as his long fingers lace through yours, just as Geto comes up behind you. It is sudden and silent, making for a great sneak attack. All you feel is his dick pressing into your backside, hard and hot, making your brain muddy. You turn to Zuko with an answer on your tongue, your pussy throbbing impatiently. "I—Oh!" you gasp before your face is being forced to turn to the side and Geto's lips are on yours, his fingers on your cheek. 

Prince Geto kisses like a dream. A wet dream, that is. His lips are soft and spiked from the fireflower juice, but they are also wet and supple, his tongue sliding across yours. You kiss him back, your lips moving together in a heated dance, soft moans traveling between you. Zuko watches, enraged. "Hey, asshole! You said we were sharing her, remember?" 

Geto chuckles against your lips, pulling away with a hooded look your way. "Sorry, brother, but you were too slow. I couldn't wait to have these lips any longer." His thumb gently massages your bottom lip, nearly sending you through the ceiling."That kiss was meant for your brother, Your Highness," you giggle. "Although that was quite a kiss." 

Geto smiles pridefully, his hands finding your hips. "What can I say? I aim to please, little one." He leans in to steal another, but Zuko beats him to it, turning your chin to face him. "I kiss way better," he mutters before he sweeps your lips up in a kiss. He is no longer the shy, stoic man you met earlier; now, the man in his place is bold and unabashed as he kisses you down, making you melt beneath his lips. 

Geto watches his brother kiss you as he sandwiches you between himself and Zuko, hard muscle pressed against soft curves. "Mmm, you feel so fucking good," he groans, his hands caressing your curves. "For so long, we've watched you. Craved you. Just wanted to keep you to myself." 

Zuko eyes him from over your head as he pulls away from kissing you, your taste on his lips. "Don't get ahead of yourself, brother. You're in MY room." You smile at their little rivalry, placing a hand on both of their broad chests. "You may keep me," you giggle. "We have tonight, don't we?" Geto looks surprised at your agreement, thoughtfully stroking your sides. "Is that because you want us to? Or because you want to please us? Be honest, little dancer."

His big hand cups your chin as he kisses you once more, the scent of tobacco wafting off of him in intoxicating waves. Zuko peppers your neck in kisses, overstimulating you in the best way possible to the point where you're gasping and panting for air when his older brother pulls away. "I want it too," you confess. 

How can you not? Every kiss, touch, and word from the brothers are like the strongest hits of a drug. You crave more of them, selfishly. You want to be the one who says that you danced and had a night of endless sex with the Firelord brothers, pleasing them with your body in every way possible. 

Zuko smiles against your neck and Geto gives you a devastatingly pretty grin, overjoyed at your confession. He takes your hands and presses his lips to your knuckles, making your stomach flip. "Then lay down and let us explore you. Pleasing you will please us." 

And you believe him. Plus, the idea of the Firelord brothers being two givers and pleasers is something you definitely want to explore more of. Two handsome princes who would like to please YOU, a homely dancer girl, because it gets them off? You'd be an idiot to refuse this!

Zuko anchors your attention back to him with his soft lips and nimble fingers caressing your body, running up and down your stomach. "Will you let us touch you?" he murmurs, a plea in his tone. You grasp one of his hands, clamping it tightly against your body, not wanting him to let go. "Yes," you whisper. "Please touch me." 

You twist around to kiss the younger prince, his surprised moans swallowed by your wine-spiked tongue. Geto chuckles, taking a handful of your ass in his big, calloused hands. "Such sweet begging. And such a sweet body too." Together, the brothers share your body, their hands indulging in your curves the way you have only dreamed of. You usually swallow back cringes whenever a man touches you, but them? It's nothing but shivers and sensations that make you want to melt. "Oh," you sigh, unable to utter anything but mere words. 

As Zuko busies himself kissing your neck and breasts (without taking off your top, of course, because he's a gentleman), Geto manages to slip some of your skirt down to expose your hip dips and the curve of your spine. "A-Ah," you moan, your hips bucking into Zuko as Geto kisses down your stomach, his fingers playing with your hips and gliding down your sides to your thighs. 

He stares up at you and the way your back curves as your head tilts back, your hair cascading down like a sweet-smelling river. "You like that, pretty?" he teases. "You want me to go lower?" His hand slides under your skirt and you gasp when you feel his thick fingers caress you between your thighs, right over your damp panties. Arousal explodes like a firework inside of you and you can no longer bear the foreplay anymore. 

"Yes, please," you whisper. Your voice is soft and breathless; needy. Just what the royal brothers want. Together, they kneel and pull up your skirt, exposing your thong and bare thighs underneath. They groan at the sight of your asscheeks looking so plump wedged between the tight thong. "Oh, fuck," Zuko softly moans, just above a shudder. 

"Goddamn!" Geto gasps, staring mesmerized at the slick dripping down your thighs. "Look at how wet she is, brother. All for me." His tongue juts out to lick your inner thigh, giving you a taste of the cool metal of his tongue piercing. Zuko's eyes cut over to his brother, sharp and irritated. "You mean all for us. Don't play with me right now, Suguru."

Geto smirks, gently suckling on your thigh just to hear you moan. "My bad, brother. It's just so much fun teasing you. We will share this sweet pussy of hers and make her cum her brains out." He stares up at you, eyes twinkling. "That sound good to you, little one?"

So inviting. So considerate. So in tune with your body and your pleasure. Nothing has ever sounded better. So you lay down among the soft, luxurious pillows and allow the brothers to split your thighs open beneath your skirt, groaning at the sight of your lace thong so soaked through the fabric to the point where you are dripping wet. 

Geto dares to pull the tiny article of fabric down your legs, exposing your pussy, puffy with arousal and glistening with your nectar. Some of it coats your inner thighs and the slit of your asshole, making you bite your lip as the summer breeze hits your sensitive pussy lips. "Ooo, look at her, brother," Geto murmurs, mesmerized by your slick. "So much here for us to share. We must indulge and—"

"I go first," Zuko cuts in before diving face first into your pussy. You gasp, your hand instantly grasping his long black locks as his soft lips mash with yours between your soft thighs, toned from years of dancing. "Oh!" you gasp, eyes bugging at the pleasure. "M-My Lord, that's s-so good! Oh, fuck yes!"

Zuko is quite a wonder at eating pussy. He does it as if he loves it, moaning as his tongue sends lightning strikes across your clit. Geto watches on, knelt beside his brother with a disapproving frown. "So much for sharing," he mutters. "Don't I get a little taste?" 

Zuko looks irked by the mere thought of sharing you, but still, he scoots over an inch to allow some space for Geto. "Fine, but just stay out of my way." Then he goes right back to slipping his tongue between your sticky, wet pussy lips, drawing moans from deep in your chest out of you. 

Geto smirks, peppering your right inner thigh in wet kisses, his fingers pressing into the muscle as he spreads it away from your pussy. "You're just worried that I'll make her cum before you do. Don't you know pierced tongues do it better?"

Moments later, you are writhing, bucking, and twisting like you're experiencing an exorcism on the princes' pillows and in their hands clamped tight on your thighs and under your ass as their tongues slash and skate hungrily along your pussy. Their tongues slash along your slit, alternating between your dripping hole and your clit buzzing with pleasure and all kinds of sensations. 

When Zuko slides his tongue inside of you, Geto sucks your clit, moaning as he does so. They totally devour you whole, the lewd sounds of their fat, wet tongues swirling between your thighs. Their faces are pressed flush against each other, cheek to cheek, as they give you two tongues to lose your mind over...and you do. "Oh, fuck!" you cry out, gripping the pillows beneath you. "God, My Lords, yes! More please! Don't stop!" 

Geto pulls away from your clit to smile, his violet eyes drinking in the way you massage your tits and tweak your nipples over your top. "You hear that, brother? She loves my mouth on that pretty clit." 

Zuko growls as he pulls his tongue out of your pussy, the muscle sticking with your juices. "You sure that isn't because my tongue is deep inside of her?" So the brothers turn to you, expecting the truth."Tell me, little one: do you like my tongue or my brother's?" Geto asks in his silky voice as he rips your top down, exposing both of your precious, full tits to them. 

"Both," you moan, surprised you can even speak. "Both of you are making me feel so good!" The brothers smile, satisfied with your answer. "Mmm, nice answer, baby," Geto hums. "Perhaps you'd like this tongue a bit lower?" 

And then his fat, pierced, royal tongue is sliding down between your asscheeks, licking and sucking greedily at the tiny hole. Zuko begins to suck and lick on your clit now, humming as he takes the tiny rosebud into his mouth and does wonders to it, his mouth made of magic. 

"Oh, my God!" you groan, your fingers lacing through their long, silky locks. Your back arches off of the floor, your body totally at their mercy. The vibrations of Geto's chuckle in your ass make you shudder, every sensation like a tidal wave of pleasure. "Mmm, naughty girl. Getting wetter from my tongue in your pretty little hole," he murmurs. 

So he can feel it. You noticed a brief few minutes ago after Geto started eating your ass that your pussy has gotten significantly wetter, and not just because of Zuko's eager tongue. You are gushing like a waterfall, sending your honey dripping into the mouths of the younger prince. "Fuck, I think she's close!" Zuko groans, feeling your pussy tightening around his tongue now. 

If he didn't feel that, you're sure he would've suspected by how loud you've gotten. Your moans and whimpers can't be contained anymore, bouncing off of his bedroom walls. "You're gonna cum for me now, sweetness?" Geto huskily asks, using his two fingers to gently rub at your asshole, making you damn near cream on yourself. 

Zuko snarls into your pussy, anger radiating through his muscles flexing underneath his robe. "No, she's gonna cum for me," he growls. "Stop distracting her." 

"I'm gonna cum for you both!" you desperately moan, grasping at their silky locks of hair, pushing them deeper into your holes, as far as they can possibly go. "Please, please make me cum, my Lords! Don't stop!" Zuko mumbles nonsense into your pussy while Geto laughs, speaking through wicked flicks of his tongue against your ass. "Never, little one. Just cum for us. Let go. We've got you now." 

And like a puppet on a string, pulled by the princes' wicked and convincing tongue strokes, you let out a loud whine as you cum all over their faces. You soak their smoothly-shaven cheeks and chins as you cream, flooding their mouths with your nectar straight from the source of your sweet-like-sugar pussy. They share groans of satisfaction and need as they slurp up your essence, making you cry out and whine as your pussy throbs and tingles with every agonizing stroke of their tongues.

When you finally come down from your high, a smile stretches across your face, matching the one sliding along the princes' lips. "Mmm-hmm," Zuko hums as he pecks your tummy, making you twitch. His fingers glide along your sweat-soaked skin, slightly warmed by his fire abilities. "Mmm, good girl," Geto praises you, giving your ass a squeeze. "How was that?"

You are more than happy to let him know: "Like heaven. Thank you, My Lords." You sit up from your fort of pillows, want racing through your veins as you gaze at the handsome men before you. "Now I must please you both as well." 

The princes must feel the fire radiating from your molten gaze because they don't hesitate giving you what you want. They each stand, racing each other to see who can do it the fastest. "Let's get her on the bed," Zuko requests. "I don't want her on the floor doing this." 

You grin when he offers you a hand to help you stand. "How sweet of you, My Lord," you hum, taking his hand in yours, but even as you stand, your legs feel like jelly. Luckily, you have a certain young prince to help you. Surprising both himself, Geto, and you, he scoops you up into his arms and carries you over to his bed. "Oh!" you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

Geto watches sourly, following behind. "Show-off," he scoffs. Zuko gives him a wink, pleased with himself. "Don't look so upset, brother. I'm just playing your own game is all...and winning." 

Your giggles continue as Zuko swiftly walks over to the bed and gently places you down on the satin sheets, soft to the touch. The two princes stand at the foot of the bed, looking over your curves like you're a dessert plate. "So what are you waiting for, brother?" Geto asks, slyly smirking at Zuko. "Get udnressed and drop your pants...unless you're too afraid to get shown up by me." 

As you laze about on the sheets, biting your lip in anticipation, you watch the Firelords disrobe for you. Your eyes are drawn to their fingers as they untie their robes while their eyes are locked soley on your beautiful face and body. Your arousal practically explodes and spills over when they expose their toned bodies to you, every part of them carved with muscle, their lower stomaches adorned in patches of fine black hair. 

When their pants are finally off, you come face to face with what you've dreaming about for ages. Their dicks are just as beautiful as you pictured them being—different in size and shape, one thicker than the other, the other curving upward, but both throbbing, rock hard, and ready for you. 

Geto raises a teasing brow down at you and your dreamy expression. "Well? You wanted to suck some royal dicks, right? Here you are now, little dancer." He wraps a hand around himself, gently pumping from base to tip. "Take them, little one, but you must do your very best for us, okay?" 

Zuko flushes as you sit up in front of them, flashing him your naked tits, much to his dick's enjoyment. "Of course, Your Highness," you purr. "I would give you nothing less." You begin slow, using some body oil on the bedside table next to you to pour onto their hard dicks and into your palms, making both slick and shiny. 

Then it's strictly about pleasing the two princes. Stroking, pumping, and sucking. Your pussy gushes at each deep moan, gasp, and swear that escapes the princes' lips as you alternate between sucking and stroking them. Geto throws his long hair back and moans in ecstasy as you pump him with your mouth, your lush, wet lips sliding up and down his shaft. 

"Ah, fuck," he sighs, his handsome face contorted in pleasure. "God, that's fucking good." His big hand tangles in your hair, holding you firm, while Zuko watches in awe as your dainty hand strokes his dick in tandem. "Her hand feels good t-too," he stammers. You pull away from Geto's cock, strands of spit connecting his cockhead to your bottom lip. 

"It feels good, my Prince?" you purr, staring at Zuko through your lashes. "Would you like my mouth as well?" Zuko can't even speak; he can only jerkingly nod as his cock twitches in your palm. You smile and wrap your mouth around him next, sliding him deep into your throat and against your tongue. Zuko's eyes widen at the new sensations, his mouth agape as your tight, wet throat closes around him and slides up and down his shaft. 

"Oh, fuck!" he moans, clenching his fists at his sides as you bob up and down his dick, moaning in enjoyment. Geto watches on through hooded eyes, fucking your hand slick with oil. 

You continue to work Zuko's dick in your throat, hollowing your cheeks and staring into his eyes. When you need to breathe, you slide him out of your throat only to suck and lick on his tip, earning a desperate hiss through his teeth. "Y-You...oh, fuck, how do you do that with your tongue?" 

"This?" you ask before you push the brothers' cocks together and lick both of their tips at the same time, earning wanton groans in response. You continue to alternate between them, giving them as much tender, love, and care as possible, causing your own spit to pool down your chin and soak your tits. 

But Geto soon takes initiative, your mouth too much for him, and grips your hair as he pushes himself deep down your throat. You gag in surprise, but you don't dare push him away, letting him use your throat for his pleasure. "Deeper," he grunts. "Come on now, love, don't give up. Take that fucking dick." 

His moans are aphrodiasics to you as he fucks your mouth, his balls gently slapping against your chin. Black strands of hair hang in his handsome face, his composure lost as he thrusts deeper and deeper, filling your throat up with his cock. Zuko practically melts at the lewd sight, his cock growing bigger and thicker as he watches your mouth stretch around his brother's dick. 

Geto notices and smiles, pulling out with a groan to tap his dick against your tongue. "You wanna try, brother?" he pants. "Just fuck her throat nice and deep. Make her take it." After some coaching, Zuko swallows hard and slides himself inside of your mouth. 

Obediently, you take his slow, deep thrusts as he gets used to your throat closing around him, causing more spit to drip down your chin, making you look like a professional cock slut. The moans that Zuko lets out are choked and wanton, traveling straight to your soaked pussy. You can't help but play with yourself as Zuko fucks your throat, using it as he would a fleshlight. 

Geto notices your fingers working between your thighs and smiles, raising his brows. "Oooo, someone's being quite naughty," he chuckles. "I suspect you need to be treated kindly down here again, sweetness?" Slowly, he switches places and climbs onto the bed behind you, placing his big hands on your hips. You feel his cock nudge your pussy lips apart, allowing your wetness to drench his tip. 

"You want this dick now, darling? Can you take me and my brother at the same time?" Zuko groans as he slips out of your throat, allowing you to speak, which you eventually do once your moaning over Geto's cock rubbing against your pussy stops. "Yes!" you gasp. "Please fuck me, Suguru! I need y—" 

You can't finish because he's already sliding in, filling you to the brim with dick. Your mouth falls agape as you're stretched open on his thick dick, expanding on every sensation you've ever felt. "S-Sorry, love, but your begging was just too damn cute," the older prince stammers, biting his lush bottom lip as you squeeze him tight. "Y-you—oh, fuck—feel so fucking good." 

Zuko watches you bounce against his brother's dick buried deep inside of you, your tits swaying enticingly back and forth. "Don't tire her out. I still need to fuck her too." Geto chuckles, moving his fingers down to rub your clit in time with his breathtaking thrusts. "Sure...if she doesn't cum too hard. I'm known for doing that to women."

An irritated growl escapes Zuko as he slides his cock in your mouth again, keeping his thrusts a bit slower and lighter to not overwhelm you. How sweet of him. "Just fuck her and shut up," he growls. "I'll show you that I can do just as good of a job." Geto raises an interested brow, his smirk wicked and sly. "Oh, can you now? I'll hold you to that, little brother." 

And then together, the two fuck you off of their cocks, pushing and pulling you back and forth. It is like some erotic seesaw, the rhythm building the more they fuck your dripping holes. Zuko's resolve drops with every thrust of his dick down your tight throat and ripple of your ass bouncing back against Geto's cock. "That's it," he grunts. "You suck me so well, baby. So fucking good!" 

The way you squeal and moan around Zuko's cock makes Geto fuck you a little faster, placing a foot on the bed. It drives him deeper inside of you, to the point where you damn near feel him in your tummy. "Yeah? You like sucking my brother's fat dick while I fuck you with mine?" he pants. "That pussy certainly seems to."

Your pussy concurs, dripping over his fingers as he rubs your clit in time with his thrusts. You feel his eyes roll over your curves, drinking in the way sweat rolls off of your blessed body. "Fuck yes," he hisses. "How is this body so amazing, hm?" He begins to harshly palm your ass, indulging in the way your soft asscheeks ripple and bounce in time with his thrusts. Your body tingles at his touch, needing more. "Spank me!" you whimper. 

"Seriously?" Zuko asks, surprised by such a request. But Geto is grinning like a kid on Christmas. "Oh, I'm gonna have some fun with you, little one." He then raises his palm and swats your ass repeatedly, the harsh sounds of his hand coming down on your ass exploding against the bedroom walls.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

The assault on your ass combined with Geto's mind-melting thrusts is too much and soon, you feel your second orgasm cresting like a full moon. "M'gonna cum!" you moan around Zuko's cock. "Please harder, My Lord! Fuck me faster!" Geto's groan is fit for a porno, filled with need and desperation. "Of course, cutie. Anything you want." 

So he thrusts harder, faster, his balls slapping against your clit. Sparks of pleasure explode through your body as you bounce back against his dick, practically fucking yourself as he pounds into you, taking and giving at the same time. "Such cute begging. Such a sweetheart," he grunts. He leans forward, capturing your tits in both of his big palms. "Gonna make me fucking cum. Make me breed you." 

The idea of being bred by one of the princes–or both–turns you on more than you care to admit. You can only moan around Zuko's throbbing dick as Geto fucks your pussy like he owns it, chasing his orgasm. "M'gonna cum!" he groans. "You ready, little one? Ready to take this load?" 

"Mmm-hmm!" you moan around Zuko's dick twitching in your throat. You don't get a chance to prepare before a hot rush of cum is flooding your insides, followed by a loud groan from Geto as he empties himself inside of you. You quickly cum as well, shuddering and shaking as your orgasm takes you on a journey through the stars and beyond. 

Zuko watches as your eyes roll back with his cock still stuffed in your mouth, your orgasm taking complete control in addition to the hot gush of spunk that Geto gives you. It seems to last forever until Geto's grip on your tits eases and his thrusts grow sloppy until they finally slow. 

He sighs as he slooooowly slides out of you, groaning at the gush of cum that manages to escape your pussy. You slide your mouth off of Zuko's cock and collapse between them, totally spent and breathless. Geto smirks at Zuko, cocky and proud of his work. "Told you she'd tap out," he chuckles. Gently, he strokes your ass, leaning down to check on you. "Tuckered out, little dancer? Or can you take more?" 

More. Yes. Your body reacts immediately, igniting with need like a wildfire. You slowly sit up on your knees, staring into the worried gaze of Prince Zuko. "Do you wish to continue? We can stop if you—oh, fuck!" 

He doesn't get a chance to finish because of your vicious sucking again, swallowing him whole and giving him a few pumps of your throat that make his toes curl. You pull away, lips coated in spit and pre-cum, bating your lashes at him. "Please fuck me, my Lord," you whimper. "I need to make you feel good too." 

Zuko stares, blushing and intensely aroused, while Geto smirks at the sight. "You heard the girl. So you gonna show me up or what?" As if a switch flips, Zuko's shy demeanor vanishes, replaced with someone so determined to please you. "I want her on her back," he requests above a growl. "I want her to look at me when I make her cum." 

His lewd words sound like a promise to your ears, fierce and impassioned, making your stomach flip with anticipation for what will come next...and hopefully cum next too. 

Moments later, you're taken to euphoria again when Zuko is fucking you in missionary, hips slamming against yours as you lay back against Geto's broad chest. He holds your legs open for his brother, watching as Zuko fucks your pussy into his bed. The lewd noises of his dick sloshing and squelching in your wet pussy drifts through the air, mixing with your loud moans and his groans of pleasure. 

There is a symphony of sex swimming in the air, uninterrupted or silenced, only growing more intense the deeper and faster Zuko fucks you. "Oh, my God, yes!" you wail against the bedsprings creaking. "That's so good, Zuko, fuck!" 

The younger prince smiles, black strands of his hair cascading over his broad shoulders and face glistening in beads of sweat glistening in the moonlight. "Yeah? Better than my brother, right?" Geto glares from behind you, teasing your hard nipples as his brother continues to pound you into the mattress. "Watch it. I could snatch that pussy away from you easily." 

Zuko breathlessly chuckles, his cock somehow twitching in your pussy at the prospect of such a challenge. "Doesn't seem like she'd like that," he grunts. "She—oooo, fuck, she's squeezing around me so tight!" He pauses to spit on your pussy, a drop of saliva dripping from his mouth to drench your puffy, sticky pussy lips. 

You can only gasp as he slides in again, deeper, making you take every thick inch of him. Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls slack on desperate, loud moans and gasps as he draws himself inside of you, trapping you between himself and his brother. "I want to devour you, little dancer," he groans. "Wanna keep you here and make you mine over and over again." 

He leans down to press himself against you, using his arms to hold himself up, encasing you in a prison of muscle that you don't want to escape. He presses his forehead against yours, staring deep into the very loins of your soul as he fucks you deep. "Would you like that?" he whispers. 

You only whine in response, unable to formulate proper words. Geto laces a hand around your throat, squeezing. "Answer my brother, pretty girl. You wanna stay here and let my brother fuck you until you cum over and over again?" Zuko goes harder. Faster. Pistoning that dick inside of you and forcing you to answer. "Yes!" you wail. "Both of you! I want both of you, please!" 

Geto's chest rumbles as he softly laughs, wrapping those big arms around you to hold you close as Zuko pins your thighs apart to fuck you in semi-mating press. "Then cum for me," Zuko grunts. "Give me all of that honey, baby, please. I need it. Please, please, please."

His begging is a straight drug lacing through your veins, getting closer and closer to yet another intense orgasm. Geto kisses down your neck as he squeezes you tight, anchoring you down before you float off as your orgasm crests. "Give it to him now, darling," he whispers. "Cum for him. Cum for us again."

It doesn't take long—not with the way Zuko is desperately moaning above you as he chases his orgasm head on, his cock sliding against your slick, wet pussy walls until he can't take much more. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" he gasps. "I-I can't...stop! Gonna fill you up!" 

Plap, plap, plap goes his hips against your thighs as his thrusts grow faster and faster until finally— 

"Fuck!" you both gasp in unison as Zuko floods your insides with his cum and you drench him in your cream, finally released from your bottle of self control. Your body would definitely be levitating if it isn't for Geto's beefy arms snaking around you, holding you close and holding you down, forcing you to take his brother's load deep inside of you. 

Your eyes roll back and your body twitches as you cum, cum, and cum, drenching Zuko's cock and balls in your honey. He groans as he fills you, his dick twitching inside of you as the last of his spurts of spunk escape him and enter you, breeding you the same as his brother did moments before.

Finally spent, Zuko slowly pulls out of you, collapsing onto his back, his muscular body slick with sweat illuminated by the moonlight. For a while, there is only comfortable silence spiked with the afterglow of sex. "That was amazing," you finally sigh, delirious. 

"Mmm-hmm," Geto hums in agreement. "Except..." He grips your chin and squeezes it tight, forcing you to look back at him. His violet eyes are firm yet fiery, making your stomach flip with excitement. "What do you say?" he asks, his tone dripping with authority. 

You aren't sure what he means at first, your brain still mushy from your three orgasms. But then you realize it when Zuko snuggles up to your side and kisses your cheek. "Thank you, my princes," you whisper. Geto smiles and pecks your lips, satisfied. "You're very welcome, little one. Now let's get you cleaned up." 

You thought tonight couldn't get any better, but that's before Geto carries you off to Zuko's large bathchambers and runs some hot water in a stone pool for you. Zuko adds some kind of liquid that has an herbal scent to the water, turning it a slight teal color and creating bubbles. The brothers get into the steaming water first before offering you their hands. "Careful now," Geto murmurs. "Gently. The water isn't going anywhere." 

You take their hands and slowly step into the pool, hissing at the heat at first. But soon, the water soothes your tired muscles and you melt into the bubbles. Zuko pulls you towards him, letting you lean back against his broad chest while you face Geto, your feet on his beating heart. "Good?" Zuko asks. 

"Yes," you sigh, content. "I am the envy of all women right now." Geto smiles, gently kissing both of your feet as you relax further into the water. "And we are the envy of all men. You made us feel so good tonight, love." 

The praise fuels you the way the herbal-scented water does, making you feel brand new. In this little world with the three of you, surrounded by nothing but the bubbles and water, you feel like nothing and no one matters. Just tonight. Just this moment of bliss. 

So you lean against Zuko's chest and hum with contentment, smiling when he tangles his fingers in your wet hair, allowing yourself to fall completely and totally in the little sanctuary your princes have built...even if it's just for tonight.

"The only question is whose dick made you cum more?" Geto asks. "Mine or my brother's?"

SPLASH!

Geto suddenly gets a mouthful of soapy water flung at him by his brother while you giggle profusely. "Get the fuck out, Geto," Zuko growls. "Or I'll drown you."

THE END.