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“I’ve already had her four times,” Sukuna grunted, “the brats insatiable.”

Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.

“What, she ovulating or something?” Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukuna’s gaze over the metal rim.

The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.

“That or she’s in heat, damn near milked me dry.” He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here you’d reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.

Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.

“Seriously?” He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, “had to tap out did ya’ Ryomen?”

Sukuna’s scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.

“Just be grateful I wore her out for you,” he spat, “and watch your tone, or it’ll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.”

Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic ‘squeak!’ before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other man’s hand shot out to catch it.

“Yeah yeah,” he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, “drink some fuckin’ water and get outta my way.”

If he were being honest, when he’d left for the gym that morning he’d been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that you’d wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So he’d left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and he’d been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.

If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasn’t the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Toji’s lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.

Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.

He could feel the weight of Sukuna’s gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didn’t indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.

You didn’t move, didn’t speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.

His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.

“You’re soaked sweetheart,” he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.

You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.

With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.

“What’s that sweetheart?” He questioned, head tilted to listen.

You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you weren’t mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.

“More, more, need more, please ‘kuna, please jus’ one more…”

Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.

“Old Ryo’ couldn’t keep up, huh?” He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.

You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much to heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.

“Don’t worry doll, ‘m here now.”

Toji didn’t waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.

The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.

He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukuna’s spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before he’d finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.

“C’mon, look at me now,” Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.

It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when you’d first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.

“Oh, oh…” you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.

“There she is,” Toji soothed.

“‘Ji, it’s you…” came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, “need’t cum, need to cum again, please…”

“Again?” Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips lowing to a torturous roll, “that’s a little greedy of you, don’t you think?”

“Incredibly greedy,” a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.

Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukuna’s broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukuna’s sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukuna’s gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Toji’s spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.

Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.

“Haven’t even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,” Toji teased, “and after Ryo’ took such good care of you too.”

“Please,” you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, “please don’t tease me.”

“Aw I’m sorry sweetheart,” Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, “you just need it real bad, huh?”

The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.

You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.

“Shh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ‘n deep.” The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.

You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.

“Deep… deeper…”

The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.

“Finally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?” Toji teased, “That’s alright, don’t need to think. Just keep squeezin’ this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?”

One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Toji’s bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.

“Kiss me,” you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, “oh, hng-… please Toji…”

Toji didn’t bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.

You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.

When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.

“Good?” Toji questioned, head tilting.

You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Toji’s forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.

“Oi, what are you?-…”

You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukuna’s hand slid across the back of Toji’s neck. Toji’s eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukuna’s grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.

Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Toji’s brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukuna’s hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.

Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Toji’s hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukuna’s chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.

You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, “that’s it, just like that.”

His thrusts didn’t slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Toji’s ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Toji’s skin.

“C’mon Fushiguro,” Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, “don’t get soft on me now.”

Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Toji’s hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.

“Bastard…” Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.

Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.

“Go on now,” he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Toji’s ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. “make the pretty girl cum.”

You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.

“Close ‘ji…’m close,” you slurred, “gonna… hn!- ‘m gonna…”

“I’m right here sweetheart,” Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukuna’s thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.

“C’mon princess,” Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, “give it to me.”

You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.

Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.

“Shh, that’s it, that’s a good girl…” Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.

The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.

You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.

“More…” you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.

Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.

“Move Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.”

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it was torture. he knew it was. he even threw in some haughty moans just to watch you squirm a bit longer. his warm breath fanned against your ear as his voice dipped quieter, his sloppy pace not faltering: “jus’ love testing my patience, huh? this what you wanted? watching me breed plastic instead of my sweet girl?” —  his patronizing tone should’ve irritated you, yet it only left you feeling more lightheaded.

the obscene squelch each time he pumped his cock in and out, rolling his hips against your pliant frame, only evoking more whines and soft pleas from you, wishing that he was fucking you instead and not that stupid toy . . . yet he doesn't give.

rivulets of precum spill out from his flushed tip, spilling all over your tummy, balls occasionally smacking into your cute clit, craving even the slightest bit of friction, your hands wandering helplessly near your own heat, doing nothing to relieve the dull ache. your pretty eyes didn’t dare turn away from his glistening dick, icky sounds coming from the plastic, each slow roll of his hips filling you up with unadulterated need.

unfortunately for you, choso is a man of his word. he wanted to fuck you right then and there, make you cum all over his cock like the good girl he knew you were — but you had to learn your lesson first . . . afterall, being your boyfriend meant keeping you just a little bit in check.

at this point you’re torn between cursing him out and slamming his dick into you yourself, or just watch him fuck himself right over your pulsing cunt :c

except you’re lucky he just loves you sooo soo much ! ! once he's finally at the brink of cumming all over you and can no longer resists your honeyed apologies, he’ll toss the fleshlight aside and stuff you full with his cock. thick head brushing your plush spots without even meaning too, mushroom tip kissing your womb with each heavy thrust.

he brought the pad of his finger to your slippery clit, pressing firm figure 8’s, making you see stars; slick dripping down in between your thighs as you babbled an incoherent string of pathetic im sorry’s and thank you’s, all while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear: “such a good girl,” “taking my cock so well” — until the only thing you can do is clamp down on him endlessly, milking him as thick white ropes paint your walls.

by the end of it all, he’s so proud of his sweetheart for taking her punishment so well !

The close relationships you had built with each of them mattered too much. You couldn’t throw everything away.

“We didn’t want you to feel weirded out, you know?” Katara finally broke the silence as she scooted closer, until her chest pressed against your arm.

“Oh, no, I would never—”

Your breath caught in your throat the moment her hand landed on your thigh.

“Is that okay?” Katara asked softly, fingers resting there carefully.

You could barely answer her.

You nodded quietly instead.

“I want to hear you talk,” she pushed gently, her hand slowly sliding higher up your thigh.

“It’s okay,” you breathed out shakily.

“You’re blushing like crazy,” Sokka snickered as he leaned back on his palms, eyes never leaving your form.

You threw him a glare, but the second your eyes locked with his, you couldn’t hold it for long.

Yeah.

For the first time, you actually felt intimidated by Sokka.

“Are you too hot right now?” Katara spoke again, making you look back at her. “You’re burning up,” she continued while your breathing turned more uneven with every second. “Should I help you?”

She offered it so casually, like she wasn’t making your entire body heat up with just a few touches.

You would’ve liked not to answer so fast. But you did.

She barely even managed to finish speaking before a nervous “yes” left your lips.

Toph and Sokka immediately giggled while Zuko and Aang sent you sympathetic looks, though neither of them looked much calmer themselves.

“Come here, then. Lay your back against my chest,” Katara instructed gently, though there was still firmness hidden beneath her soft tone.

You nodded quickly and shifted towards her, settling between her legs until your back rested against her chest comfortably.

“Tell me if it’s too much, alright?” she whispered near your ear.

Then you felt her hands slide downwards until they rested over your breasts beneath the dark green robe you were wearing.

Your breath hitched.

Katara hooked her fingers into the fabric and slowly dragged the material aside, exposing your bare breasts to the entire room. Cool air brushed against your skin immediately, making your nipples harden from the sudden loss of warmth.

Sokka whistled at the sight before Zuko nudged him hard in the side.

Aang stayed quiet, but his eyes were completely focused on your chest now.

“Nothing underneath?” Katara questioned with a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

“I— you all appeared out of nowhere— I didn’t have time—” you tried to explain quickly.

“She’s lying,” Toph interrupted with a grin.

Your face burned hotter as you looked down at your lap.

Katara raised a brow at you expectantly.

You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes, avoiding their eyes.

“I wore nothing on purpose,” you finally admitted on a quiet tone.

A moan instantly slipped from your lips when Katara’s hands squeezed your breasts, kneading the soft skin slowly.

“Oh,” she whispered against your ear. “Then maybe we’ll have to punish you for lying and for the other times you did things on purpose.”

Her fingers squeezed your nipples harder.

Then suddenly, you felt something freezing against your skin.

You jolted.

Looking down, you realized the tips of Katara’s fingers had turned icy cold, frost slowly forming against your heated skin. The sharp contrast made your entire body squirm in her lap.

She kept rubbing your nipples between her fingers, making shaky cries leave your throat from both the sting and pleasure of it.

“Mhm— ah!”

Your head fell back against her shoulder.

“Need some warmth?” she teased softly.

Before you could answer, you heard heavy footsteps approaching.

You lifted your head slightly and saw Zuko walking towards you before lowering himself onto his knees between your legs.

His large hands rested carefully against your knees first before slowly sliding upwards over your skin.

“That okay?” he asked quietly, eyes fixed on yours while waiting patiently for your answer.

You nodded automatically.

Katara immediately pressed colder fingers against your nipple in punishment for your non-verbal reply, making you jolt with a whimper.

“Yes! Yes, it’s okay— I’m sorry,” you gasped out quickly.

Zuko’s lips curled into a small teasing smirk before he slowly pushed aisde the material of your robes, completely revealing your legs along with your undergarments.

Then his palm slowly went between youe legs, pressing directly against your clothed core.

Your hips jerked forward instinctively at the warmth of his hand against your sensitive heat.

Katara’s lips brushed against your ear at the same time, making another shiver run through your body.

You had Katara’s cold hands on your breasts and Zuko’s warmth pressing down on you through the material, the contrast making your head spin.

You were so lost in the moment that you didn’t even notice Aang and Sokka stepping closer until they settled beside you on either side.

“Gonna help us out a little too, right?” Sokka asked with a grin.

“If you want to, of course,” Aang added with a soft voice, offering a nervous smile.

How could you even refuse them?

“I’d love—mhm— love to,” you say, a lot breathier than intended.

Sokka’s grin widened after hearing your reply. He then took your hand that rested on Katara’s leg, while Aang carefully lifted your other hand, fumbling slightly with his trousers.

Normally, you probably would’ve giggled at how awkward he looked for a second. But Zuko and Katara already had you dizzy from the overwhelming contrast of hot and cold sensations moving through your body.

You let both boys guide your hands where they wanted them, your eyes slightly widening when you saw them pulling out their half-hardened cocks.

Sokka was bigger than you expected, not overly thick but long enough to make your throat tighten. Aang was thicker, with more prominent veins running along his length, making you wonder how would it feel inside you.

Both of them were already leaking precum, feeling their wettnes the moment your fingers wrapped around them. Quiet hisses and groans filled the room as you started moving your hands slowly, thumbs spreading the slick fluid over their tips before stroking up and down carefully.

Sokka’s hand quickly caught your wrist, encouraging you to pump him faster, while Aang seemed to enjoy slower movements more.

So you tried your best to give both of them what they wanted.

But it was hard to stay focused.

Katara was still kneading your breasts like they belonged to her, earning soft whimpers from you every few seconds before icy jolts shot through your body whenever her cold fingertips brushed over your sensitive nipples too harshly.

At the same time, Zuko’s palm kept rubbing over your clothed core, thumb brushing your clit, pressing down and spreading his warmth all over, making your hips twitch forward helplessly.

When he finally stopped moving and pulled his hand away, you almost whimpered at the loss. But then your gaze dropped towards Toph, who was crawling towards you with a grin spread across her face.

“What—”

“Shh,” Katara cooed softly into your ear, her warm breath brushing your skin and making your heart race even faster. “It’s okay.”

Toph reached you and immediately pushed your legs apart wider while Zuko’s hand suddenly caught your chin, forcing your attention back onto him instead.

You blinked in confusion at first, only for your breath to catch when you realized he was freeing his cock too.

Slowly, carefully, he guided the tip against your parted lips.

“Just a little?” he asked, voice low as the tip brushed against your lower lip.

“Yes,” you breathed out quickly before Katara could punish you again for staying quiet.

That was all Zuko needed.

He pushed into your mouth too fast at first, making you gag immediately as tears burned at your eyes. He muttered a quick apology under his breath before pulling back slightly to let you breathe. Then he moved again, slower this time, more careful. Though you could still tell he wanted to go faster.

Your watery gaze dropped towards Toph, who was already pulling the rest of your clothes away completely. The second she exposed your cunt, her fingertips slid through your folds curiously before she chuckled softly at how wet you already were.

Your hips instinctively moved towards her touch, the sudden movement making you gag around Zuko again.

Toph only grinned wider at the sounds.

She lowered herself between your legs completely before hooking them over her shoulders.

Then her mouth was on you.

The first slow lick along your folds made your entire body shake. A second later, she sucked harshly at your clit, earning louder muffled cries from your throat around Zuko’s cock.

Katara kept whispering soft praises into your ear while stimulating your nipples relentlessly. They were probably swollen and red by now from how much attention she gave them, but the sting only turned you on more.

Your grip around Sokka and Aang loosened slightly as your focus completely shattered from all the sensations hitting you at once.

Zuko thrusting into your mouth.

Toph licking between your legs like she was starving.

Katara torturing your sensitive chest.

Sokka noticed immediately.

He firmly grabbed your wrist and guided your hand faster along his length, using your grip to help himself chase his release.

Aang stayed gentler instead.

He slowly rocked into your hand while one of his palms moved into your hair, carefully massaging your scalp and trying to comfort you despite how overwhelmed you already looked.

The room slowly filled with sounds.

Your muffled moans.

Sokka’s groans.

Aang’s shaky breaths.

Zuko’s rough grunts.

And the wet slurping noises coming from between your legs every time Toph sucked harder at your clit.

Meanwhile, Katara stayed steady behind you through all of it, paying attention to every reaction your body gave her. Every twitch. Every gasp.

Every tear gathering at your eyes whenever Zuko pushed too deep into your throat or Toph sucked your clit too harshly.

At one point, your eyes fluttered shut completely.

There were too many sensations at once. Too many hands touching you everywhere — your breasts, your waist, your stomach, your thighs.

“I’m close,” Zuko suddenly grunted.

Your eyes opened halfway.

Steam curled faintly from his skin and through his nose, while veins stood out sharply along his neck as his thrusts became rougher and sloppier.

Then, with a sharp breath, he finally pulled out and spilled over his own palm instead.

You inhaled deeply the second your mouth was free, finally able to breathe properly again—

—but the relief barely lasted two seconds.

Katara’s hand grabbed your chin firmly and turned your head towards her before she crashed her lips against yours.

The kiss instantly turned messy.

Teeth clashing. Lips biting.

Saliva slipping down your chin as she kissed you greedily, swallowing every shaky whimper that left your throat. At some point, her hand slid back down between your thighs, fingers pressing directly against your clit while Toph kept licking at your folds below.

Toph hummed against you, tightening her grip around your thighs.

You moaned louder, hips moving faster now until you were practically grinding your pussy against Toph’s face.

Your toes curled hard and a hot feeling started tightening inside your stomach, growing stronger with every touch, every movement, every hand on your body.

Then suddenly, another hand tilted your chin upwards.

Aang.

He lowered himself closer before pulling you into another kiss immediately after Katara let you go. You thought he would be a bit more composed, but with the way his tongue pushed into your mouth desperately… it was far from that.

Your hand still stroked him through the kiss, feeling him twitch harder and harder in your grip. He whimpered against your lips, both hands tangling into your hair as he pulled you closer.

The kiss quickly became sloppy and desperate. Then his whole body tensed suddenly.

You felt hot cum spill over your hand while his movements faltered completely. Small apologies left his lips between kisses, breathless and embarrassed.

You couldn’t help smiling faintly against his mouth.

But before the moment could last, another strong hand wrapped gently around your throat, pulling you away from Aang.

Then Sokka kissed you next.

He no longer needed help to finish as he did the work by himself since you were so lost in the moment.

Your jaw hurt and your lips were completely swollen because of the kissing. You were still trying to focus on reaching that feeling that felt so close.

You let out a moan as you let Sokka’s tongue leave your mouth, while your hips rose up to meet Toph faster. But before you can feel that sweet pressure finally snap, you heard Katara’s voice behindyou.

“Stop,” her voice came out strong and firm, making you shiver.

Toph’s movements slow down as she leans back, while Sokka’s mouth leaves yours.

“But—” you try to complain.

“Where would be the punishment if we let you get what you want?” she smiled at you, but her eyes gave you another message… one that stirred something in you. Something heavy and dark and… curious.

You’ve never thought you’d enjoy feeling so many hands on you, so many mouths, so many bodies… but you did, and you wanted to see how far this will go.

Katara patted your leg to get up, and you tried, but you almost fell due to your wobbly legs, yet Aang moved faster and caught you in his strong arms.

“Easy,” he whispered in your ear, making you look up at him, seeing how fond he was looking at you. He had that kind smile on his face.

Before you can even thank him, you heard Katara’s voice behind you, sending shivers down your spine.

“tsk, i told you i won’t take up any more missions t’night,” the white-haired man rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh. “. . .don’t caaaare. someone else can deal with that. send ino or somethin’.”

by the tone that your boyfriend is using, you can guess it’s ichiji he’s talking with. poor guy.

your eyes flicker up to satoru’s face and you can’t deny the fact that your heart skipped a beat when you notice that he was already looking down at you. you flutter your lashes out of embarrassment and look the other way. his long fingers find your chin and gently pull your gaze back to his.

“mmhm. but i told ya i’d be busy,” satoru continues his conversation nonchalantly, but his thoughts are elsewhere. on you.

his thumb presses down on your lower lip, tracing the form idly. something between your legs flutters at the sensual but casual way he’s checking you out.

you didn’t even notice that your hand accidentally brushed against the waistband of satoru’s sweatpants until he lets out a quiet hiss. too close; your hand got too close to his crotch.

to his already half-hard cock.

your heart is hammering in your chest as you glance up at satoru again, his cheeks now slightly dusted with a faint pink that he covers up with his free hand, acting like he’s rubbing his face.

you can’t help it. that small reaction did things to you that you can’t explain. you just need more of it.

so, your fingers slowly trail down satoru’s abs and back down to his crotch. this time you let your fingertips trace the outline of the prominent bulge.

“yea, yea, i’m listenin’, just—“ your boyfriend nearly chokes on his spit once he feels you teasing him directly through his pants. his hips buck slightly and he bites his lip to catch the grunt nearly escaping his throat.

“f—yeah, no. i don’t care what they have to say about it,” satoru continues, his voice more strained than before. his fingers curl around your wrist and tightly grip it to prevent you from doing anything else.

you try to act innocent, even as your fingers continue their path up and down the outline of his dick. a sneaky grin tugs at the corners of your lips. you’re enjoying this more than you should.

satoru’s jaw clenches, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he struggles to keep his focus on the call despite your teasing distractions. his blue eyes glint with a warning; do not.

emboldened by his non-verbal response, you lean in closer and your breasts press against his arm. his biceps twitch and his hand tightens on your wrist, almost painfully so.

but then you do something that makes him lose all control. your hand boldly cups the prominent outline of his cock, giving it a squeeze that has his hips bucking up instinctively.

“fuckk—figure it out y’rself,” satoru inhales sharply, his voice cracking slightly as he rushes to end the call.

the moment the call ends, satoru throws the phone across before it lands on the cushion of an armchair. he doesn’t waste a second in hauling you up into his lap fully, making you straddle his lap. he shamelessly makes you sit your ass right on top of his clothed dick.

“y’re unbelievable. can’t let your man take a call in peace, hm?” satoru breathes out, but there’s an underlying tension in his tone that tells you he’s holding back. holding back from not ravaging you right then and there.

“sorrryy, you just looked really good,” you giggle, almost nervously so, before grinding down against his erection even more.

you gain a sharp inhale from your boyfriend and his large hands immediately settle on your ass, squeezing the flesh there in attempt to keep himself grounded.

satoru smirks, that usual signature grin, but this time it’s much more. . . shaky. unstable.

“yeah?” he breathes as he leans in to press a trail of sloppy kisses down your throat. he can’t help but lick a stripe down your collarbone, biting down on your skin with a huff, “well—you signed up for whatever comes after this, princess.”

with that, satoru turns you both around. your world tilts and your back softly hits the cushions of the couch. he looms over you, settling between your spread thighs.

your lover runs a hand through his hair, pushing the white locks back from his eyes. he uses his other hand to cup the back of one of your thighs, pushing the same leg up to rest at his hip. he lets it rest there, slightly hooked around his waist.

with a lick to his glossy lips, satoru leans down to your face. he breathes your smell in, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he kisses your jaw. acting sweet and caring one last time—

“y’know our safe word, right?”

you swallow thickly at those words that left your man’s voice in such a sexy, sultry tone. you can feel your pussy fluttering at the passionate promise behind that sentence.

“y-yes. strawberry,” you answer him with, a small stutter to your voice.

satoru hums in satisfaction. both at the fact that you managed to answer him correctly and that your little act of confidence had dropped. that’s how he likes you—shy and submissive.

“atta girl,” he purrs before his slender fingers trail up your thighs, brushing against the waistbands of your pajama pants. his lips are an inch away from yours, but he doesn’t kiss you just yet, “brace y’rself then.”

satoru’s hand lingers around your inner thighs before slowly cupping your cunt through your cotton pants. “ah—!” you let out a small moan at the contact of his warm palm pressing down, covering the entirety of your pussy.

with every tiny sound you make, satoru grows bolder, but not enough to make him actually start touching you. he keeps his motions slow, maddeningly so.

“does it feel good?” he coos as he grinds his palm ever so slowly against your clit, knowing that was the spot with the way your entire body flinches. “mhmmm,” he adds in a low and long groan, moving his wrist in circles to add that pleasure to your bundle of nerves.

your boyfriend doesn’t make any move to undress you or even take your pants off to properly touch you. no, it’s all apart of his revenge game.

teasing you until you almost find the peak of your pleasure before pulling back in time and repeating the cycle.

you whine, almost frustratingly so. you try to find your orgasm by grinding your sex up against his palm, but your lover notices and lets up. “aht, aht,” he tuts and pulls his hand back.

you let out an almost annoyed yet emotional noise, “‘toru! pleaseee, am sorry, ‘kay?” you hurriedly apologise for your bratty actions during his business call, knowing that is exactly why he is edging you.

satoru just chuckles and his hand gently pats your clothed cunt, grazing it with his knuckles like he was stroking something delicate. “you’re sorry?” he repeats in a low murmur, letting the pad of his fingertip run right over your slit. the material of your pants easily molds to his touch and it slightly slips between your pussy lips, defining your mound.

“fnngh—yes, am sorry for teasing you,” you gasp and your thighs instinctively clamp around his hand, feeling your juices soak through the thin lace of your panties and drench the crotch of your pants. you’re so close; those slow touches are gonna be the death of you.

satoru’s eyes never leave the apex of your thighs. he nudges your limbs apart and takes away his hand. when you whine impatiently again and try to buck your hips up against his, he frowns.

“you might be sorry, but she isn’t,” he scoffs lightly before a sudden slap to your wet pussy makes you jolt in place. the sparks of pleasure shoot through your body, making you see stars behind your eyes. that slap hit your clit head on, causing your sex to pulse.

satoru sighs in mocking disappointment. “see? don’t think she’s sorry enough,” he mumbles before soothing your cunt by rubbing it gently again.

he feels the damp patch growing there and he barely manages to hold back a groan, “shamelessly drippin’ through your pants ‘n all. . . poor girl.”

you can’t help it. the way your boyfriend is talking to you, the way he's looking at you with nothing but lust, the way he's teasing you—you're going insane. your body is screaming at you to find some relief. at this point you’re going to embarrassingly squirt all in your pants.

“not fair,” you whisper between muffled whines. you are bold enough to try and sneak a hand beneath your panties, wanting to get yourself off if your lover wasn’t going to do it for you.

once satoru notices your feeble attempt, he lightly smacks your hand away with a dissapproving click of his tongue. “impatient little girl,” the older man sighs before pinning your wrists above your head. his other hand tugs your pants down your legs, “hips up.”

you eagerly do as told, happy to do so, thinking satoru will finally give you what you have been wanting—needing. although you should have known better. should have known that his pettiness knows no bounds.

satoru’s eyes darken once he sees the lace of your panties. the wet material clings to your pussy, only emphasizing your neediness. with a quick glance up at your adorable expression, he lowers his head right between your legs.

he doesn’t do a thing for now—just lets his breath puff against your pretty panty-clad cunt. it’s enough to get you writhing beneath him, your hands easily finding his hair, fingers twisting the white locks until his scalp aches.

“please, ‘toru, please,” you can only beg in a breathy voice, trying your best to keep it together. your lover only grins up at you, enjoying the humiliation on your face. the absolute desperation to get off.

satoru presses a feather light kiss to the top of your cunt. “please what? i have no idea what y're begging for,” he mocks you with a pout before pressing another kiss to your slit. he sneakingly darts his tongue out to taste your juices through the cloth, groaning at the wetness he finds.

you’re so soaked it’s making his dick ache in his sweatpants.

you huff and puff, almost on the verge of tears. that is exactly what satoru is aiming for; to see you all teary-eyed and begging him for forgiveness just so you can cum.

“please—please fuck me— anything! please i just wanna cum,” you cry out because of how achingly desperate you are. your pussy is screaming for attention and you don't care in what form. it just needs any kind of stimulation.

satoru hums. that is exactly what he wishes to hear. “don’t cry, baby. i promise i’ll give it to you soon,” he murmurs and nuzzles his nose between your covered pussy lips. your back arches off the couch from that simple form of contact, making you shiver and grab onto his hair tightly.

satoru takes a deep sniff and lets it out through a shaky breath, a moan escaping his throat simultaneously. denying your pleasure means denying himself any as well. “fuck,” he hisses.

he needs you just as much as you need him, he realises.

with an impatient tug, satoru tears your panties off, carelessly throwing them to the floor. he spreads your thighs properly to expose your glistening folds to his hungry gaze. the pink insides are glistening with your juices—a sight that would send any man into a frenzy.

“awwhh, look at this pretty pussy—she’s been so wet and ready f’ me,” he purrs lowly and runs a long finger along your puffy slit. he watches the lips part slightly to give him way, an hypnotising sight that nearly has him drooling. “bet you wanna cum so badly, don’tcha? wanna cream all over my fingers?”

“yes, yes, yes—oh, fuck!” you nod eagerly and a high pitched moan leaves your lips before you can stop it. that is the relief you need—that magnetic touch of his that overloads all of your senses. the only thing you can focus on is those fingers stimulating your bare cunt. “fuck me—yes, right there!”

“heh, my baby has such a potty mouth. . . right here, hm?” satoru coos and circles your clit faster with the blunt tip of his finger, applying just enough pressure to make your hips buck up off the couch again. judging by the way you’re keening and your moans that only get louder, he can easily guess that you’re almost at your limit.

“ah-ah-ah, none of that now,” he chides and presses his thumb down hard on your sensitive nub. it doesn’t help your case—he just wants to see you struggle on the edge of ectasy before he pulls away. “you don't get to cum until i say so, remember?”

in contradiction to his words, he slips a finger inside your tight cunt, pumping it slowly as he rubs your clit. satoru’s other hand slides up your body, palming your breasts roughly as he pinches and tugs at your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.

“mhm yeaah, i love seein’ you like this,” he groans, scissoring his slender fingers inside you. he’s stretching you out, pushing your boundaries to see if you'll cum or if you’ll hold it obediently as he commanded. “so desperate for my touch. . . for me to fill this hungry little pussy.”

satoru then curls his fingers just right. his digits press against that spot inside you that make your eyes roll back in your head. he rubs your clit harder, the rough friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. “thaaat's it, baby. let me feel ya struggle,” he pants, half lidded eyes watching his fingers disappear into your pussy over and over.

your lover fingers you hard and fast, his thumb grinding against your clit as he pumps two, then three fingers in and out of your spasming hole. your inner walls clench and flutter around the invading digits to try and suck them in deeper.

“wanna cum! wanna cu-cuhmmm, please,” you sob and trash around beneath him. you want to just let go—to listen to your body and let it feel the overflowing pleasure. though you also don’t want to know what kind of punishment awaits if you do.

satoru’s breath hitches as he feels your body start to tense, your legs shaking with the force of your impending orgasm. “don’t you dare cum,” he groans before immediately pulling his fingers out of your dripping cunt. it leaves you gaping, hole clenching around nothing as if it’s missing the way it was filled a moment ago.

he brings his fingers to his mouth and makes a show of sucking your essence off his skin. his pink tongue swirls around the two digits, keeping lewd eye contact with you as he slurps it up loudly. the tease.

“shit, she tastes so good,” the older man sighs, closing his eyes for a second to savor the taste of you. of that pussy of yours that he worships. he opens his eyes again with a smirk on his face, his lips shining with your translucent juices, “too bad you don’t get to cu—”

satoru doesn’t finish his sentence once his gaze locks in with your cunt again. your body is trembling, with afterschocks, and a new wave of cum gushes down your pussy lips. your body is arched in a way that can only hurt—your eyes rolled back and your lips parted in a silent scream.

his eyes narrow, “hm.”

you’re too lost in the pleasure of your sudden orgasm to realise the shift in the air. your toes are curled and your legs are shaking uncontrollably. you’re overwhelmed—you couldn’t have denied yourself any more.

once you finally notice the way satoru’s eyes had darkened, it was too late. “mmh, ‘toru—no, wait!” you squeal as he lowers his head in the speed of light, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he lifts your hips up to his face.

he doesn’t wait a second before eating you out like a man starved. his tongue laps at your dripping cunt, swallowing every drop of your ambrosia. he doesn’t speak another word, but you can guess that he’s been trying to hold himself back for a while and just kind of. . . let go right then and there.

“wait! oh my god—too muchhh,” you mewl and keen, your body trying to get away from his skilled mouth eating you out with gusto. he is shameless about it—loudly slurping and suckling on your clit and cunt, tongue diving between your sloppy lips.

it’s a punishment in a way, for not listening to him. for cumming without permission. the overstimulation made you genuinely feel like your pussy was melting, no, on its way to explosion.

another orgasm.

it was too much. you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest at this point. “so muchh, gonna cum ‘gain, please stop—”

satoru’s eyes flicked up at your plea, taking his mouth off your pussy for a second. seeing you whine when you lose contact with his hot mouth confirms that you actually don’t want him to stop. you need him to continue.

to make you lose whatever is left of your sanity.

“cummin’ without permission then expectin’ me to go easy on you. . . tsk tsk,” his voice is rough and muffled as he dives in again, his mouth suckling around your clit, tongue flicking out to rub the little bundle of nerves.

you’re not the only one who’s losing it. satoru’s cock is leaking so much pre-cum it’s starting to stain his boxers. eating you out and hearing your lewd moans and pleas is getting him off. it’s all he needs to cum right in his pants.

“fuckk, y’re gonna make me cum. this little cunt tastes like heaven,” he breathes heavily as his tongue laps up the beginning of your second orgasm. his hands keep your hips as still as they could, keeping your pussy pressed right up into his face.

you cry out in pleasure once his tongue plunges into your cunt, circling around in there while the tip of his nose bumps onto your clitoris with each drag. “‘toru—nghhh!” your jaw goes slack and your eyes roll back again as your second climax washes over you.

your boyfriend groans low against your folds, the vibrations adding to your overwhelming ecstasy. your nails are digging into his scalp at this point, holding his head right where it is.

satoru can feel your cunt clench and spasm around his invading tongue, gushing hot fluid all over his chin and cheeks. he laps it up greedily without hesitation. he can’t help but moan at the taste of your release as he works you through your second climax.

he hisses sharply as he can feel himself teetering on the edge right after. “shit,” he curses under his breath, his hips instinctively grinding against the couch for friction—for release. “ohhh, fuckfuckfuck—“ a choked up moan vibrates against your spasming cunt once the orgasm washes over satoru as well.

you’re both out of breath, unable to speak another thought as you try to regain your composure. you slowly loosen your grip on your lover’s white locks, letting him pull his head back for air as you slowly go limp.

satoru sits up on his knees, panting. his hair is disheveled, a few strands covering his half-lidded eyes. his chin, mouth and part of his cheeks are coated in your juices and he’s not ashamed of it.

he licks the remnants from his lips, one of his hands still idly rubbing at your cunt, thumb sliding between your puffy folds. his other hand adjusts his dick through his pants, the straining erection now more uncomfortable due to his drenched boxers.

satoru’s eyes meet yours and he finally lets out a low chuckle. “you okay?” he tilts his head with an all knowing glint in his eyes. he knows you’re not really in the right state to answer the question truthfully.

you nod idly, more focused on calming down from your back to back climaxes. especially when your lover is still stroking your pussy—a gesture meant to soothe you, to let you ride the pleasure out—but it only provokes you more.

“am fi—fine,” you hiccup, voice lightly slurred due to the drool that’s gathered in your mouth.

satoru nearly snorts at your pathetic attempt of a reply, “you don’t look the bit, princess.”

his other hand tugs at the strings on his sweatpants, slowly tugging the waistband down to reveal his black boxers. your vision is too blurry with tears, but you can make out that prominent bulge—his hard cock aching to be let out.

“wha—” you get cut off by him holding onto your hips, lifting them up to press your bare cunt right against his clothed dick.

satoru groans at the contact and takes a sharp breath through his teeth. he grins mischievously as he lets you feel the way you’ve got him hard and needing. “did’ya think i was done with you?” he asks mockingly.

he leans his head down to the point your foreheads are almost touching. he presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, the look in his eyes a mix of desire and challenge;

“mm-mm. i’m not lettin’ ya go until you pass out on my dick, doll. you still need to be taught the consequences of y’r actions.”

seeing you now drives him insane.

you’re in his kitchen again, helping his mom with groceries like you always do. satoru leans against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you laugh at something his mother says. you’re wearing shorts that hug your thighs and a loose top that slips off one shoulder. he wants to rail you so badly it hurts. wants to push you against the counter, shove those shorts down, and fuck you until you finally see him as a man.

“hey,” he says, voice low and smooth as he walks in. he’s learned how to turn on the charm. “you look good today. new shorts?”

you glance down, then smile like he’s still ten years old. “these old things? thanks, satoru. you’re sweet.”

sweet. the word burns.

he steps closer, towering over you now. “i’m not a kid anymore, you know.”

you laugh softly, patting his arm like you used to when he threw tantrums. “of course you’re not. you’re all grown up. my little troublemaker became a heartthrob, huh?”

satoru’s jaw tightens. he wants to grab you, pin you to the wall, and show you exactly how grown up he is. instead he flashes that signature gojo grin, leaning in so his breath brushes your ear.

“you should let me take you out sometime. dinner. drinks. whatever you want.”

you blink, tilting your head with that innocent confusion that drives him crazy. “aww, that’s so nice of you! are you practicing your lines for the girls at school? you’re gonna break so many hearts.”

he nearly groans. “i’m not practicing. i mean it. i want to take you out. just us.”

you wave him off with a smile, completely missing the heat in his eyes. “you’re adorable. but i’m way too old for you, satoru. focus on college girls your age.”

adorable.

the word makes something snap inside him. he’s imagined you on your knees, lips wrapped around his cock. imagined folding you in half and pounding you until you scream his name. imagined filling you up while you moan about how big he is.

and you still call him adorable.

he steps even closer, backing you against the counter. his height makes it impossible for you to ignore how much he’s grown. “i’m not a little kid anymore,” he says, voice dropping. “i know what i want. and i want you.”

you laugh again, reaching up to ruffle his hair like you did when he was eight. “you’re so funny. always teasing your old babysitter.”

satoru catches your wrist gently but firmly, holding it against his chest so you can feel how fast his heart is racing. his blue eyes burn into yours.

“i’m not teasing.”

for a second you pause. but then you smile again. “you’ll find a nice girl soon. i promise.”

he lets you go, watching you walk away to help his mom again. his cock is half-hard in his pants just from being close to you. the frustration is driving him insane.

every time you treat him like the child he used to be, it only makes him want to ruin you more. to prove how much of a man he is by fucking you so deep you forget you ever saw him as anything but yours.

satoru leans against the counter, eyes dark and hungry as he watches you move around the kitchen. he stays there until he can’t take it anymore, then pushes off the counter and heads upstairs to his room without a word.

the second his door clicks shut, he’s already palming himself through his pants. he frees his aching cock and starts stroking, hoping that you’ll take the garden path home like you usually do so you’ll walk right past his window and hear the wet sound of his hand pumping his cock and the moans he doesn’t even try to hide because he wants you to know. he wants you to hear exactly what you do to him.

a few days later, satoru comes back from a late training session when he cuts through the side yard like he always does. your bedroom curtain is pulled mostly closed, but there’s a gap—just enough, and he stops dead. through the narrow opening he sees you.

you’re on top, completely naked, riding your stupid boyfriend with slow rolls of your hips. your head is tilted back, lips parted, hands braced on his chest. the moonlight catches the curve of your breasts, the way they bounce every time you sink down. your boyfriend’s hands are on your waist, guiding you, but his thrusts look lazy.

satoru’s mouth goes dry.

he should look away. he knows he should. but he can’t. his cock hardens instantly, straining against his pants as he watches you move. you look so pretty like this—flushed, glowing, lost in pleasure. but something ugly twists in his chest because it’s not him underneath you. he wants to be him so fucking bad.

before he can think, satoru slips behind the bushes, hidden in the shadows. his hand shoves into his pants, wrapping around his aching cock. he strokes himself in time with your movements, eyes locked on the way your body rises and falls. every soft moan that drifts through the cracked window makes him leak.

“fuck… you should be riding me,” he whispers. his fist moves faster, thumb swiping over the head as he imagines it’s your tight, wet heat instead. he pictures grabbing your hips, slamming you down on his much bigger cock, making you scream his name instead of whatever soft sounds you’re making now.

he cums hard, biting his lip to stay quiet, painting his hand while watching you chase your own pleasure. the sight of you cumming—back arching, mouth open in a silent cry—pushes him over the edge again. he milks himself through it, thick, messy spurts flooding into his boxers and soaking through his pants. after the orgasm fades and reality came back he stares down at the dark wet patch on the front of his sweatpants.

later that night he lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, still half-hard while his damp pants he cleaned in a hurry so his mom wouldn’t notice, dry on the back of his chair in his room. that loser didn’t even make you cum properly. satoru could tell.

your moans were pretty, but not desperate enough. your body moved like you were doing most of the work. he knows he would be so much better for you. he would flip you over, pin you down, and fuck you so deep and so good you’d forget any other man existed. he’d make you cum until you cried, until your legs shook, until you begged him to fill you up. he’d treat you like the goddess you are instead of some half-assed ride.

the jealousy burns hotter than the lust now. you still see him as the little kid you babysat. you have a boyfriend who can’t even make you cum right, and you smile at satoru like he’s harmless.

it makes him insane.

the next afternoon he sees you working in the garden.

you’re kneeling in the flowerbed next door, wearing those same old shorts that ride up your thighs and a loose tank top, hair tied back messily as you dig around the roses. the sun makes your skin glow. satoru leans against the wooden fence that separates your yards, arms crossed over his chest, watching you in silence for a long moment. his eyes trace the curve of your back, the way your shorts cling when you shift, the soft bounce of your breasts every time you reach forward.

his cock twitches at the memory of last night—you riding that loser, the way your body moved, the sounds you made. he still feels a little ashamed about cumming in his pants like a desperate pervert, but the hunger is stronger.

finally he speaks, voice casual but laced with something darker.

“had a good night?”

you look up, brushing dirt off your hands, and give him that same bright, innocent smile you always do. “oh, hey satoru. yeah, it was alright. why do you ask?”

he shrugs, but his blue eyes are intense behind his sunglasses. “just curious. you seemed… busy.”

you laugh softly, standing up and stretching. the hem of your tank top rides up, showing a sliver of skin, and satoru’s gaze drops there instantly.

“nothing special,” you say. “just hung out with my boyfriend. watched a movie, you know how it is.”

satoru’s jaw tightens. he wants to tell you that “hung out” clearly wasn’t enough if you weren’t even satisfied. instead he flashes his usual grin and leans further over the fence.

“movie, huh? sounds boring. you deserve better than boring.”

you tilt your head, amused. “are you offering to entertain me now, little satoru?”

there it is again. little satoru.

the nickname stings worse than usual after what he saw last night. he wants to vault over the fence, push you down into the dirt, and fuck you right there in the garden until you scream his name instead of calling him little anything.

“i could entertain you way better than a movie,” he says. “just say the word.”

you chuckle and wave him off, going back to your flowers like he’s still the kid you used to babysit. “you’re such a flirt these days. go find a girl your own age.”

satoru stays leaning against the fence, watching you work, heart pounding and cock half-hard again. the frustration coils tighter in his chest. one day you’ll stop seeing him as the little boy next door. one day he’ll make you see exactly how much he’s grown—preferably while he’s buried nine inches deep inside you.

as you lean down deeper to reach a stubborn weed, your loose tank top slips forward. satoru catches a clear view of your tits—soft, full, and perfect, nipples just barely hidden by the thin fabric. the sight hits him like a punch to the gut.

his cock instantly swells, painfully hard again in seconds.

he can’t tear his eyes away. he imagines pulling your top down completely, watching those pretty tits spill out into his hands. he wants to grope them, squeeze them, bury his face between them while he fucks you. he wants to suck on your nipples until they’re swollen and sensitive, until you’re whimpering and arching into his mouth.

the urge to take a picture is so strong it almost hurts. he wants to save this view forever—the way your tits hang and sway as you work, the soft curve of them, the way they move when you shift. his fingers twitch at his side, desperate to grab his phone, but he forces himself to stay still.

he can’t. not without risking everything.

instead, he just stares, breathing hard through his nose, cock throbbing angrily in his pants as fantasies flood his mind. he wants to cover them in his cum. he wants to watch them bounce while you ride him. he wants to mark them as his.

he can’t take it anymore. muttering a quick excuse, he turns and practically runs inside his house. he doesn’t even make it up the stairs to his bedroom this time. the second he’s inside the downstairs bathroom, he locks the door, yanks his pants down, and wraps his hand around his throbbing cock.

he strokes himself furiously, leaning against the sink, replaying the image of your tits spilling out of your top and the memory of you riding your boyfriend. it only takes him a minute before he cums hard again, biting his arm to stay quiet as thick ropes paint the sink.

panting, flushed, and still half-hard, satoru stares at his reflection. he knows he’s completely fucked. but he also knows he won’t stop until you finally see him the way he sees you. lucky him, it didn’t take long for the next opportunity to arise.

the next time you come over, it’s to help with groceries like always.

satoru’s mom is out running errands, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen. you’re putting things away, humming softly, completely unaware of the way satoru is watching you. he’s done playing nice. the images from the garden and that night through the window have been burning in his brain for days. he’s tired of being “cute little satoru.”

you reach for the top shelf, standing on your tiptoes, trying to slide a heavy bag of rice into place and your shorts pull tight across your ass.

“here, let me help,” satoru says.

he steps right behind you before you can protest. his tall frame cages you against the counter, one arm reaching easily over your head to push the bag into place. but he doesn’t step back. instead, he presses forward, letting you feel every inch of his hard cock against your ass through his sweatpants.

you freeze. “satoru…?”

he doesn’t move away. if anything, he presses closer, rolling his hips just enough for you to feel how thick and heavy he is. his breath is hot against your ear.

“you feel that?” he murmurs. “that’s what you do to me. every time i see you. every time you smile at me like i’m still that little kid.”

his hands slide down to grip your waist, holding you in place as he grinds slowly against you. the hard line of his cock nestles perfectly between your cheeks, and he lets out a shaky breath.

“i’m not a kid anymore,” he continues, lips brushing your ear. “i’ve been jerking off to you for months. thinking about bending you over this counter and fucking you. thinking about how much better i’d be than that useless boyfriend of yours.”

you try to turn around, but he keeps you pinned, chest pressed to your back.

“satoru, this isn’t funny—”

“i’m not joking.” his voice drops even lower, more aggressive. one hand slides up your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast. “i saw you riding him the other night. through your window. he couldn’t even make you cum properly, could he? i would. i’d fuck you so good.”

he rolls his hips again, letting you feel how hard he is, how big. his cock twitches against you, desperate and leaking.

“tell me to stop and i will,” he whispers, even as his grip tightens possessively. “but i think you feel it too. how much i want you. how much better i can make you feel.”

you’re breathing faster now, trapped between the counter and his tall, muscular body. satoru leans down, lips grazing your neck. “let me show you. just once. i’ll make you cum so many times you’ll be begging for more.”

you’re breathing faster now, trapped between the counter and his tall, muscular body. satoru doesn’t wait for a clear answer. he rolls his hips forward again, slower this time, deliberately dragging the thick ridge of his cock against your ass through your thin shorts.

a shaky breath escapes you and he feels it—the way your body tenses then softens just a little. encouraged, he does it again, pressing harder, grinding his clothed cock between your cheeks in slow rolls. the friction is maddening. even through two layers of fabric, you can feel how hot and heavy he is, how big.

“satoru…” your voice comes out breathless.

“shh,” he murmurs against your ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin. “just feel me.”

his hands tighten on your waist, holding you still as he starts dry humping you properly. long, deliberate thrusts that slide his hard length up and down between your ass cheeks. every roll makes your shorts ride up further, the fabric catching and pulling against your pussy. you can feel yourself getting wet, your body reacting even though your mind is still spinning.

satoru groans softly, forehead pressed to the back of your head. “fuck… you feel so good. been dreaming about this for so long.”

he picks up the pace a little, hips snapping forward with more urgency. the kitchen is quiet except for your shared heavy breathing and the faint rustle of clothes. you grip the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white, trying to steady yourself as heat pools low in your belly.

“you’re getting wet, aren’t you?” he whispers. one of his hands slides down your stomach, stopping just above the waistband of your shorts. “i can feel how warm you are. your body knows i’d be better.”

you bite your lip, a soft, involuntary whimper slipping out as he grinds particularly hard against you. the pressure on your clit through the fabric is driving you crazy. your breathing is turning faster, chest rising and falling quickly.

satoru notices immediately. a pleased sound rumbles in his chest.

“that’s it… getting breathless for me already?” he teases, but his voice is strained. he rolls his hips in a slow circle, pressing his cock right against your clothed entrance. “good girl. let me hear those pretty sounds.”

he keeps grinding harder, faster, like he’s trying to fuck you through your clothes. every thrust makes your tits bounce slightly and pulls another shaky breath from your lips. you’re starting to push back against him without thinking, chasing the friction.

satoru’s hand finally slips under your tank top, palm hot against your bare stomach.

“tell me to stop,” he rasps, lips against your neck, “or tell me to keep going. because if you don’t… i’m not gonna be able to hold back much longer.”

you’re panting now, head spinning, body burning under his aggressive touch. satoru keeps grinding against you like he’s possessed, cock throbbing against your ass, waiting for you to decide how far this is going to go.

“satoru… we can’t.” your fingers dig harder into the counter, knees feeling weak. “this is wrong… you’re—you’re basically still my—”

“we can,” he cuts you off. “we definitely can. and we’re going to.”

before you can protest again, his hand leaves your waist. you hear the metallic clink of his belt buckle, the sound of his zipper being dragged down. your heart hammers wildly as he frees his cock. it’s heavy and hot as it springs out, slapping against your ass cheek. he’s so hard it looks painful, the tip already leaking.

“feel what you do to me,” he murmurs, pressing the thick length against you again, this time with nothing but your thin shorts and panties between you.

his fingers hook into the side of your shorts and panties, tugging them just enough to the side. cool air hits your soaked pussy for a second before he slides his bare cock along your drenched folds. the hot, velvety length glides up and down your slick lips, parting them slightly with every slow stroke but never pushing inside.

you let out a broken whimper, forehead dropping against the cabinet door.

“fuck… you’re soaked,” satoru groans. he rocks his hips, sliding his cock repeatedly between your folds, coating himself in your wetness. the head catches on your clit with every pass, sending sparks shooting through you. “all this for me? and you still tried to say we can’t?”

he keeps the teasing motion going—long, deliberate slides from your entrance up to your clit and back down. every time the thick head nudges against your hole, you clench around nothing, aching to be filled. your breathing is ragged, little gasps and moans slipping out despite yourself.

satoru’s free hand comes back to your hip, holding you steady as he grinds his bare cock against your dripping pussy.

“see? we can. and it feels so fucking good, doesn’t it? just imagine how much better it’ll feel when i finally slide inside you.”

he presses forward a little harder, the head of his cock dipping just slightly against your entrance before sliding back up, teasing mercilessly. you’re trembling, breathless, torn between pushing him away and pushing back for more.

“tell me to stop… or tell me you want it. because i’m this close to bending you over and fucking you right here on the counter.”

finally, you break.

“…just the tip,” you whisper. “okay? just the tip, satoru. and don’t come inside me.”

the words barely leave your mouth before satoru groans like he’s been granted heaven. “fuck, yes. just the tip, baby. i promise.”

he lines himself up, the fat head of his cock pressing against your dripping entrance. he pushes forward slowly, and the stretch is immediate. only the tip slips inside you—just the swollen head breaching your tight walls. it’s enough to make both of you lose your minds.

“oh my god…” you gasp, fingers scrabbling against the counter. the feeling of him inside you, even just that little bit, is overwhelming. he’s so thick.

satoru’s forehead drops to your shoulder. “fuck… you’re so tight. so fucking warm. just the tip feels this good?”

he rocks his hips in tiny, shallow movements, fucking just the head in and out of you. every shallow thrust makes wet, obscene sounds echo in the quiet kitchen. he doesn’t push any deeper, but the way he’s teasing your entrance is driving you insane. the constant stretch and release has your walls fluttering around his tip, trying to pull him in further.

“satoru…” you whimper, pushing back against him despite yourself.

“i know, i know,” he pants. “just the tip. i’m being good. but fuck, baby… you’re sucking me in. your pussy wants more, doesn’t it?”

he keeps it like this—shallow little thrusts that only give you the head, never more. it’s torture. for both of you. satoru’s hands grip your hips so tightly you know you’ll have bruises. his breathing is harsh against your neck as he fights every instinct to slam all the way in.

“you feel so perfect,” he groans, circling his hips so the head rubs against that sensitive spot inside you. “i could cum just like this.”

you’re moaning softly now, completely breathless, knees shaking. the denial is making everything more intense. every shallow thrust sends sparks through your body, but it’s not enough. you need more, but you’re scared to ask.

satoru’s control is hanging by a thread. his cock twitches inside you, leaking precum, and he has to bite back a whine. then his hands slide up under your tank top, pushing it up until your breasts spill free. he immediately gropes them, one large hand squeezing and kneading your soft tits while his thumbs flick over your hardened nipples.

“mmh— satoru…” you moan, pushing back against him desperately.

he chuckles against your neck, pinching your nipples hard enough to make you gasp. “what’s wrong, baby? your loser boyfriend doesn’t play with these pretty tits like this? doesn’t know how sensitive you are here?” he rolls your nipples between his fingers, tugging them while still fucking you with only the tip of his cock. every shallow thrust makes you clench greedily around his head, but it’s never enough.

“bet he doesn’t even make you wet like this,” satoru says, voice dripping with arrogance as he squeezes your breasts harder. “bet he fucks you like a pathetic little boy and still can’t make you cum. that’s why you’re dripping down my cock right now, isn’t it?”

you whimper helplessly, forehead pressed against the cabinet, hips trying to push back to take more of him. but satoru keeps perfect control—only giving you the tip, no matter how much you beg with your body.

“say it,” he murmurs, biting your shoulder lightly while still playing with your tits. “tell me his dick isn’t enough for you. tell me you need mine.”

he punctuates his words with another shallow thrust, the head of his cock catching perfectly against that spot right at your entrance. your moan comes out broken and needy.

“satoru… please—”

“please what? please fuck you properly? or please keep teasing this desperate little pussy until you’re crying for me?” then, just to torture you more, satoru pushes in a little deeper—only an extra inch, but it’s enough.

you cry out sharply, the sudden stretch pulling a broken, needy sound from your throat. your body reacts on instinct, pushing back against him desperately, trying to take more of his thick cock.

“greedy girl… you said just the tip, but look at you pushing back like you want me to ruin you.”

he gives you another shallow thrust, still not going all the way in, but deeper than before. you whimper pathetically, hips rocking back against him again, chasing the feeling. your pussy clenches hard around him, dripping down his length.

“fuck, you really want it, don’t you?” he laughs breathlessly against your ear “you want your former babysitting kid to fuck you stupid—”

the front door suddenly swings open.

“satoru? i’m back early—”

his mom’s voice cuts through the air like ice water.

you both freeze.

satoru reacts instantly, pulling out of you and yanking your tank top back down to cover your chest. he quickly tucks himself back into his pants, heart hammering. you’re still pressed against the counter, legs shaking, face burning with embarrassment as you try to fix your shorts.

his mom stands in the doorway only seconds later, holding grocery bags, blinking at the two of you.

satoru clears his throat, somehow managing to sound almost normal. “hey mom. we were just… putting the groceries away.”

you nod quickly, too mortified to speak, cheeks flaming red. your thighs are still trembling, pussy aching from being left empty and dripping.

his mom narrows her eyes slightly, suspicious. “hm. well, don’t make a mess in here.”

she sets the bags down and walks further into the kitchen, completely unaware of how close she came to catching her son balls-deep inside you.

satoru glances at you, eyes still dark. he leans in close while his mom’s back is turned, whispering hotly against your ear: “this isn’t over. next time i’m not stopping until you’re creaming all over my cock.”

you shiver, pressing your thighs together as you try to calm your racing heart.