🦋Mami🦋

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.

“W-Wait Satoru…the driver—” Satoru peeks his head up from between your legs, your skirt hiked up to your waist. “He’s seen this a thousand times from us. Don’t know why you’re still embarrassed, let ‘em look…” he leans back down between your legs, staring at your leaking heat, inches away from his mouth. 

You tug at your husband’s hair, a moan slips from your mouth as he licks your clit at a slowly aching pace, with the flat of his tongue. Teasing you for mentioning another man as he’s between your legs. You shouldn’t worry about anything else and he’s going to make sure you don’t as he’s going to ruin your pussy,  just like he always does. 

He pushes your legs up as he spits down into your gaping hole, a big dent in his pants and a growing wet spot ruining the grey fabric of the pants he chose to wear today. “Oh baby, you’re such a mess today, let me clean it up for you.” He slurps up all of your juices, entering two of his fingers, making your squirm around, already a moaning mess as you knew this was far from being over.

 He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a record breaking pace, “S-Satou—” you hiccupped, “that’s right baby, say my name…” he entered a third finger and you whimpered, eyes filling with tears as the amount of pleasure you were receiving began to overstimulate you. He began to suck on your clit and your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you gasped, it didn’t take long for you to cum, your filthy liquids gushing out, splashing Satoru in the face and soaking his shirt.

He takes his fingers out with a slight pop. He licked his fingers before leaning down, giving your soaked pussy a light slap, causing you to jerk. He leaned back, hands propped beside him, admiring his work. You were breathing heavily, feet propped up on the seat, your hair a mess, and your clothes ruined. “Good girl, daddy’s so proud of his baby.” He licked his lips, your release glistening on his chin.  He began to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear, releasing his painfully hard cock. He yanked his shirt up, revealing his happy trail. 

He stroked himself a few times before positioning himself between your glistening, sticky folds. He holds your legs back, slamming into you, causing you to see stars. He began to thrust at a slow pace, his hair sticking to his forehead, his body covered in your slick and sweat. “Please…toru—more! I want more!!” You whispered.

“Huh?” He stops, placing a hand behind his ear, “Can’t hear you, baby. You want me to stop?” He began to pull out, a wicked smile on his face as he knew what he was doing. He wanted to hear you beg. Beg for more, tell him how needy you were in the backseat of a fucking car. Not that he cared where the two of you were, you’ve had sex everywhere. 

He loves it when you beg him for more, he just wants to hear you loud and proud before he destroys what’s rightfully his. You began to panic, trying to move your hips upward. “Nooooo! Please—daddy please fuck me! I want you to destroy my hole…please…” tears formed as the pleasure began to fade. You don’t know why he always teased like this but you knew you were in for a treat for being a good girl and telling him what you needed. 

“Your wish is my command, baby.” He slams back into you, his skin slapping against yours. You left a creamy ring around his cock as he began to brutally thrust into you. Your moans and whimpers drowned out as Satoru ripped the buttons off your shirt, trying to reach your bouncing tits. He pulled your bra up, latching onto one of your tits. His tongue swirled around the swollen bud, his mind filled with lust as he hovered over you.

The car jerked, making you gasp as Satoru grabbed your waist, snapping his head back at the driver. “Be careful! Can’t you see we’re busy back here?!” The driver glanced at the scene through the mirror, “Sorry sir…” he adjusted his hat, his ears red as he focused back on the road. Satoru turned back to you, kissing your cheek. “You okay, sweets?” You nodded, giving him a faint smile. “Alrighty then, let’s continue!” 

He was so big compared to you, his entire body covering you as he pounded into you. He used his big hands to lift your legs up into the air, crossing your ankles and holding them with one hand as he used the other to knead one of your tits. Your mascara streamed down your face, ruining your makeup as you began to drool, tiling your head to the side. Satoru grabbed your face, yanking your head back, meeting his gaze. “Hey, hey! You don’t get to look away while I ruin you, wake up!” He gently slapped your cheek before picking up the pace with his thrusts.

“I can’t… I-It's too much!” You moaned out, you were overstimulated to the max, another orgasm pending. “Yes, you can, baby! Come on, watch me breed this pussy, yeah? You wanna be a mommy? I’ll make you a mommy…” Satoru whispered in your ear, his breath plastered on your neck as his grunts and moans filled your ear. He imagined you, belly swollen with his seed, wanting to fill you up more and more. He violently jerked his hips, spilling his hot seed inside you, both of you now moaning, your legs shaking as he was still spilling into you. 

A few moments went by, and he slowly pulled out of you with a wet pop. He looked down at the mixture of releases, in awe of what he’s created. He swiped his thumb through the mixture, “open.” He commanded you, and you obeyed, opening your mouth as he placed his thumb on your tongue. You instinctively close your mouth, sucking his thumb clean. 

Satoru smiled at you, your lewd expression only making his cock harden again. “Taste good?” He asked. You nodded as he took his thumb out of your mouth. He looked down at his cock, covered in your slick and his own cum, “help me clean up, yeah?” He let go of your ankles, helping you put your legs down as he switched spots with you. He kicked his pants off, making room for you to appear between his legs. 

You grab onto his cock with one of your hands but Satoru slaps it away, “No hands! You know better than that.” You placed your hands on his thighs like he taught you, using the tip of your tongue you lick him from the base all the way to the tip. Satoru groaned, his hand massaging the back of your head as you quickly shoved his cock into your mouth, making yourself gag. 

He yanked your head back, pulling you off his cock as you began to cough. “Someone’s impatient today…you know not to rush things I don’t know why you’re being such a fucking brat today. Nice and slow baby, like I taught you.” You wiped your mouth before positioning yourself in front of his cock again. “Sorry daddy…let me make it up to you…” He tilted his head, “You’re sorry? Show me how sorry you are with your mouth, baby.” 

You slowly inserted his cock back into your mouth, your hands gripping his thighs as you sink your head lower and lower by each aching second, lapping up any excess cum around his cock with a few swirls of your tongue. “Just like that, good fucking girl…” Satoru leaned his head back as your cheeks hollowed, bobbing your head as spit and precum filled your mouth, spilling for the sides, falling onto your chin. 

Your pussy leaking as his cum was dripping out of you onto the floor. His thick, lengthy cock stretching your mouth as a few of his trimmed hairs ticked his nose when you took all of him in. This time not gagging as he praised you for being such an obedient slut and taking all of his inches down your throat. 

It didn’t take long for him to cum, releasing his hot, sticky cum down your esophagus. You lap every drop of it up pulling your head back until you reach his tip, sucking up whatever he had left. He pulls you up, making you straddle him, your aching pussy begging for more as you begin to whimper. You passionately kiss your husband, releasing the mixture of spit and his cum into his own, making him groan at the taste, he loved tasting his own cum after you.

 He giving your ass a hard slap making you yelp as he shoved his cock into your leaking pussy, you hold onto his shoulders as he moves your hips, slamming them down, meeting him as he bounces you up and on his cock. You felt the pressure building inside of you again, missing the feeling of his cock stretching you as you both were a moaning mess by now. 

Your tits bounced as he was slamming you onto his cock repeatedly. His cock brutalizes your gummy walls, hitting that special spot over and over again. “T-Toru—I’m so so close…please let me cum.” You pleaded. “Let go for me baby, cum for me like the good girl you are!” Your vision began to blur as you came on his cock again, crying and whimpering as you felt him release into you again.

“Ahem…Mr and Mrs. Gojo, we’ve arrived at your home.”

You both snap back to reality quickly, trying to find your clothes, clumsily hitting each other in the process. The driver looks back to see the horror of what you two have done yet again in the backseat of his car. Satoru throws a couple of hundred dollars at him before getting out of the car with you. “Sorry about that again, man. Can’t help it, my wife’s hot!”

Thank you for reading!

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He has a smug look and a gift in his hand. He walks through the paparazzi and heads inside the office, where you are waiting in the lobby, clearly pissed. “Satoru, WHAT are you doing here??” you ask, tugging on his arm, leading him to your office. “I came to see you, of course.” His hand travels to your waist, pulling you close, “aaaaaannnnndddd Baby needed to go on her walk, so I drove here after the dog park!” You look down to see Baby, the bougiest dog to ever exist, just sitting next to Satoru’s leg, chilling in her bedazzled collar that blinds people who walk nearby. 

You sometimes think Satoru acts like a snobby celebrity, especially with his flashy car and fancy dog. You shake your head and say, "I'm busy all day today and can't be distracted, so if you could just go—" Satoru's eyes widen. Then, without warning, he drops to his knees and grabs your leg. "No, no, no, please don’t kick us out! We’ll be good, I promise! I’ll stay in your office and won’t bother you!" he whines, his eyes filling with fake tears and his nose turning red.

You sometimes forget he is an actor, but this is one of those moments. With a sigh of defeat, you lead him to your office. You push him inside and tell him and his dog to stay put. Satoru pouts but quickly gets distracted by the bowl of candy on your desk. You roll your eyes and head to your meeting.

As you wrap up your farewells with your colleagues, reveling in the camaraderie of a long day’s work, you push open your office door and are met with an utterly ludicrous sight. There, slumped over in your chair, is Satoru…not a child, mind you, but a man nearing forty. He has a blue iPad clutched tightly in one hand, his brow furrowed in concentration, and he’s engaged in a lively debate with a group of kids on Roblox—playing Dressed to Impress. 

“No, your outfit sucks bitch–”

“ STOP GIVING ME ONE STAR, MY OUTFIT ATE!”

“Mm, this was cute, two stars for you.”

“Seriously?” you call out, a grin creeping across your face. “You do realize you’re practically old enough to be the kids’ dad, right?”  He looks up briefly, his expression one of mock seriousness, as if fighting off a horde of pixelated monsters was a noble cause. “I’m in the middle of some crucial outfits here!” he retorts, waving his free hand dismissively. “These kids need to understand that my looks are legendary!” 

You just look in disbelief, almost, and then you see Baby perched up on your plush rug, “Um, Satoru, get your fucking dog off my expensive ass rug!” You snap at him, dragging his big ass out of your chair to his dog that’s scratching elegantly on your rug. God forbid this girl has rabies. Satoru looks at you with disbelief, “What? First off, Baby isn’t just a dog—” 

“Yeah, you’re right, she’s an annoying ass dog.”

“Oh yeah? I can say the same for the demon YOU call a dog!”

“Don’t you bring Prince into this!”

“You started this!”

Some coworkers gather by your door, listening to you and Satoru arguing until you swing open the door, and a few of them fall into the room. You just look down at the pile of people in your office and sigh because what else could go wrong today?

You kick them and Satoru out, “WHY DO I HAVE TO GO—” you cut him off with the slam of your door. “I’ll pick you up tonight…” he said through the door with a muffle, then walked off, all mopey and sad with Baby trotting behind him. As you sit at your desk, you rest your elbow on your desk and your chin on your hand, looking at your computer screen, wishing time would speed up.

Just as the dread and sorrow kick in, you get a knock, and it’s Mrs. Nanami. She looks elegant and expensive as always. Closing the door behind her, she walks up to your desk and takes a seat in the nearby chair, “So, are you gonna give me an update or what? I’ve been dying for the tea!” she says, leaning in a bit. 

“First, I need an update about you, ma’am,” you chuckle, “Congrats on the pregnancy!” you say, clapping your hands once, a smile growing on your face. Finally, something or someone that isn’t agitating you today. Her face lights up at your compliment, a smile spreading across her face. “Thank you! Ken and I are absolutely thrilled!” You gently tilt your head, curious. “And how are the kids taking it?” 

“Oh, they’re over the moon!” she replies, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “But I had a little moment with my son; he’s fine now. You know how teenagers can misinterpret everything.” She mutters that last part, a hint of exasperation in her voice. “Ah, so he didn’t handle it well at first?” you ask, concern flickering in your eyes.

“Somewhat. He was there when I found out I was pregnant, and he thought I was saying that he and the twins were already a lot to handle—which, of course, they are,” she laughs, the sound warm. “But not in the way he assumed, you know?” 

You nod, captivated as your eyes remain fixed on her, wanting to soak in every word she shares without interrupting. “I mean, my kids mean the world to me, but so does this company,” she continues, her voice growing more reflective. “It’s going to be complicated, but that’s why I’m so grateful to have Kento by my side." She smiles.

"He takes on so much without any fuss, and with this new addition to our family, my appreciation for him grows deeper day by day…” She chats animatedly about Kento, her eyes shining with love, until suddenly she pauses. “Why didn’t you stop me, girl? Here I am, going on and on about my life and all my little dramas when I actually came to see how you’re doing!” 

“Well, Satoru and I have gotten closer, and things have changed.” Her brow raises, “And when you say, close’’ she says, using her fingers to gesture quotations, “Do you mean close as in he’s been inside you, or close as in ya’ll are being boring adults and taking things slow?”

You gasp at the first half, then break out in laughter, “ First off, he wasn’t inside me ...well, his tongue was…” You murmur into your coffee cup. Next thing you know, you can hear the entire building shake with her reaction, “HE WHAAAAAAT???” Her jaw drops. On the floor. Past the pavement. Under the building at this point. “Biiiiitch,” she jerks back into her seat in disbelief, “And why didn’t you call me?!” She scoffs, fake upset. “Because it was like so…” you pause, trying to find your words, 

“Soooo disgusting?”

“No”

“Sooo embarrassing..?”

“No”

“So good it was disgustingly embarrassing?”

“Kind of…” Your eyes drop as you answer, “OH MY GOODNESS!!” Now, Mrs Nanami is standing, hovering over your desk, “How did that even happen?” And so you begin telling her about the date and what happened with Yuka, and she stops you, her face turned up with disgust, “Wait a minute, Yuka was there?” “She came into the lobby of our building and was trying to intimidate me lowkey, but she just doesn’t know who she’s fucking with.” You cross your arms, looking at Mrs Nanami’s face as she hasn’t said anything yet, which means she knows something. “What?” You ask, “What do you know?”

“You have to be careful around her; she knows a lot of people, and you wonder how easy it was for her to almost ruin Satoru?” She looks up at you, “She is a person who will literally do anything to destroy someone that’s a threat to her.” A smirk displays on your face, “she doesn’t scare me. That’s a blowup doll waiting to be popped if you ask me!” Mrs Nanami looks at you like she’s almost speechless, but then shakes her head and says, “What did you expect? You expected me to be scared like a pussy?” You lean forward, talking like this lady ain’t your boss but a regular associate, after all these years, though, it didn’t matter.

 “Girl, no, not like a pussy, I just want you to be careful, is all. I literally just told you why!” Her eyes are now filled with worry because she knows how stubborn you are. You aren’t just an assistant to her, you’re like her little sister, and she’d hate to let anyone hurt you. “I know…I’m sorry, I’m just trying not to give her too much energy because it’s like she’s a fucking vampire or something, like I need to be careful at all times or else she’ll get me. Then it’s like Satoru doesn’t know what to do with her either! When he saw her, it was like he froze with fear for a second.” You run a hand down your face, sighing, “I don’t wanna talk about it anymore…” 

Later that evening, you’re packing up a little early since you finished all your work and are heading out of your office when Satoru texts to tell you he’s on his way. You’re hoping he takes you out after this, but what you don’t expect is that when you walk out of the building, you're bombarded by a gang of paparazzi and their cameras flashing.

“What’s your relation to Satoru Gojo?”

“Are you Satoru Gojo’s mistress?”

“Were you the reason his last marriage ended?”

You’re damn near blinded by the flashes and can’t see where you’re going. “Fuck off!” Your anger reflects as you push through the paparazzi, but they keep following, keep hoarding. Then you see Satoru speeding down the street toward you. He barely parks his car before getting out and rushing you to the passenger side, pushing you in before slamming the door. You watch as he berates and curses out the media, cameras still flashing as he drives off. 

The car ride is quiet…too quiet. Mainly because you’re simmering in anger and regret. You hate having people assume that you’re a home wrecker…a mistress. You’ve always been a woman of integrity and high standards, so this kind of attention is a no-go. Satoru finally spoke, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there in time, you shouldn’t have been in that position.” You scoff, “You’re right, I shouldn’t have been in that position, but this is what I get for fooling with a man that doesn’t have his shit together.” Satoru’s hands tighten on the wheel, his brows furrowed as he listens to you. “This wasn’t my doing, I have no control over what Yuka does!” 

“Time and time again, you prove to me right that you literally are not someone I should be associated with! You're always in drama. This woman knows where I live, where I work, and now there is a rumor that I was your fucking mistress!” Your voice slightly cracks. Satoru looks at you briefly before focusing back on the road. “So you want me to have superpowers and predict when she comes around? I literally cannot control what she does! I’m telling you this because I am not the man she portrayed me to be, I am not the man you think I am!” 

“I don’t give a fuck what kind of man you claim to be! Your crazy ass ex-wife is causing all these issues, and you’re acting like I gotta endure this, I don’t! So drop me off at my apartment and leave me alone.” 

“That’s what you want?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want.”

“You just want me to leave you alone.”

“Yup”

FIVE MINUTES LATER

Satoru has your legs pinned to your chest in your bed, literally rearranging your guts, but you wanted him to leave you alone.

Right?

“W-Wait, Satoru—too much,” he cuts you off with a thrust so powerful he damn near knocks you off the bed. He’s thrusting at such a brutal pace, like he’s trying to apologize or punish you with his dick, maybe both. You close your eyes, tilting your head to the side a little, all the pressure building up to your second, third, maybe fourth orgasm.

You couldn’t tell; you were in lala land. Satoru grabs your jaw, which makes your eyes snap back open, and he positions your head so you can watch him go in and out of your gushing mess, “Look at me destroying that pussy baby, you still want me to leave you alone?” He says, menacingly staring into your soul, quickening his pace. You can’t help but moan, you’re slowly regretting letting him inside your apartment…

No, you don’t.

Your toes curl up from the pleasure building up, you’re a sloppy mess, all you hear is your skin slapping together, and the degrading sounds of your pussy being destroyed. Satoru wastes no time, pulling out and flipping you over. You whine at the sudden loss,  but then you look forward and see that he positioned you to look at the mirror while he fucks you from behind. He grabs your already fucked up hair, pulling you up, “Answer me, baby, you want me to leave you alone?” He asks, his other hand guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance, teasing your poor hole. “I-I…” 

“I-I…” Satoru mocks you, “That’s not an answer, doll. Tell me no,w or else I’ll take your silence for an answer and just ya know…leave.” He says as he’s slowly pushing his tip back inside you. You, being the prideful whore woman you are, don’t say anything.

You just grab his cock and push yourself back onto him, causing you both to moan. You because this might be the best dick you’ve ever had. Him because that was probably the hottest shit he’s seen ever. Satoru lets go of your hair and grabs your neck, pulling you into a kiss as he starts thrusting again. You can hardly catch your breath when he pulls back, and then you feel it, him spitting in your mouth.

Oh, Satoru is so pussy drunk right now, and you, oh, you poor soul. You’re completely out of it. You try to use a hand to push against his abdomen, but he swats your hand away. “You wanted this, you wanted me to come in here and fuck you like an animal, huh?” All you can do is whine and moan out of pure bliss,  and Satoru laughs, he fucking laughs at the fact that the woman he’s chased for years is now spent off his cock. 

Satoru's hands grip your hips tightly as he pulls you closer, his thrusts becoming more forceful and demanding. You can feel his breath hot on your neck as he leans down, his chest pressing against your back. "It's too much," you whimper, your fingers gripping the sheets for dear life.

"Too much?" he growls, his voice rough with desire. "It's never enough." He speeds up, his hips slamming into yours with a force that makes you cry out. "You're mine," he whispers against your skin, nipping at your earlobe. "This pussy belongs to me, right?"

Your head is spinning, your body trembling as you try to catch your breath. "Yes," you manage to nod, but it's not enough for him. He leans back, his grip on your hips tightening. "I didn't quite hear you before," he taunts, his eyes burning into yours. "Look at the mirror and tell me again who you belong to, baby."

You turn your head, your vision blurry with tears, but there you are, your body slick with sweat, your hair a mess, your lips swollen from his kisses. "It's yours," you whisper, your voice breaking. "All of me, it's yours."

********

After Satoru fucked your brains out, your entire body goes limp. Even though you’re lying up with Satoru, passed out on his chest, your heart is feeling like giving him access to you right now might not be the best choice. You wake up, the sky is dark, and you see that Satoru isn’t in the room, but he’s in your living room; you faintly hear him talking to someone on the phone.  You grab your phone to see the video of you being swarmed by the paparazzi go viral. You see Satoru’s Instagram post, and it looks like his PR team held him at gunpoint to make a statement.

"I want to address the unfounded rumors circulating about my relationship with my ex-wife. I assure you that these claims are completely false. My legal team is prepared to take action against anyone responsible for spreading this misinformation. I would also like to clarify that the woman I am currently seeing is unrelated to my previous marriage or our separation. There is no connection between these matters, and I appreciate your understanding." 

You just look at your phone like someone who’s just seen something they weren’t meant to see. “The woman you’re currently seeing, huh?” you mumble, looking around, a faint blush on your face. You grab a t-shirt before walking out to see Satoru shirtless, in his underwear, and looking like he’s auditioning for a Calvin Klein photo shoot, but they rejected him because he looks like he fucking aged fifteen years in dog years. At least the dick print is impressive…not like he needed to show you anymore, he already put you to sleep twice now.

Satoru sees you and quickly hangs up the phone, his expression turning serious as he approaches. He wraps his arms around you, his warmth enveloping you like a protective shield. “I’m so sorry about this,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “Yuka is taking things way too far.” You let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the weight of the online hate that seems to grow heavier each day.

“Yeah, she is... and frankly, your little statement won’t do much to stop it. The comments are brutal.” He leans his forehead against yours, his eyes filled with concern. “I know, but there’s something you need to hear.” As he kneels before you, his hands slide down your waist, his touch both grounding and electrifying. “Look at me,” he says, his voice firm yet tender.

You meet his gaze, and this time, it’s not filled with the fire of passion but rather with a deep, unwavering love. “All these years, I’ve spent chasing you. Every woman I’ve ever been with… they don’t even come close to what I feel for you.” He chuckles softly, but it’s laced with something heavier. “I thought I could bury my feelings beneath flings, but instead, they just kept growing.”

“Satoru…” You feel your heart race, caught between disbelief and yearning. His grip on your hips tightens as he stares deeply into your eyes, his own filling with unshed tears. “Just listen, please…” His voice drops to a whisper. “I love you. I’ve loved you for so long.” He bows his head, a shuddering breath escaping his lips. “I can’t bear the thought of this tearing us apart. We’re building something together, and I don’t want Yuka or anyone else to destroy it.”

You take a moment, allowing his words to sink in. The tension in your chest begins to ease, replaced by a flicker of hope. “Satoru… It’s not easy. This is a lot coming from her. Now the media is involved, and I’m getting so much hate. If you really mean this, you gotta show me. I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak, and I literally cannot go through that again. So tell me, do you mean it?” 

He looks up at you, his gaze earnest and unwavering. “I do. More than anything. I want to face this together. I don’t want to run away or hide from the world anymore. I want to fight for your love.” You shake your head slightly, feeling the corners of your lips tug upwards.

“You really mean that?”

“Of course, sweets, besides…you think I'm throwing all this away?” he replies, a small smile breaking through his earlier anguish. “We’ll navigate this storm together. You have me, always.”

With a newfound clarity, you sink to the ground beside him. “Then let’s keep building,” you say softly, reaching for his hand. “Let’s show everyone that love can conquer even the fiercest battles.” Satoru squeezes your hand, a mix of relief and determination washing over his face. Then a small grin appears on his face, “You’re so cute when you let your guard down!” he says, bringing you into a bear hug, almost crushing your bones.

“Satoru!” you say, trying to get from under him. Satoru's eyes widen, realizing he’s almost suffocating you, he lets go. You stare at him blankly, eyes deadpanned onto him, “Really?!” you say, lightly pushing his shoulders. You both stare at each other for a moment, silence filling the air, then laughter breaks out between you two, as the nightlife on the outside continues, and the love between you two is just starting to brew. 

Thank you for reading!