warnings. mdni. gojo accidentally puts u in a mating press during a playfight, dry huming + cumming in pants.
Satoru Gojo is built like a fucking tank and itβs no exaggerationβbroad-shouldered, firm, and heavy. Built with a density that makes the air around him feel thin. Itβs most obvious when heβs fresh from the gym, black compression shirt stretched over his frame, tracing the hard line of his chest and the way his biceps coil with the slightest twitch of his fingers.
Itβs why you keep baiting him into these meaningless little skirmishesβsoft provocations just to feel the sheer, overwhelming force of him. To let him catch your wrists and remind you exactly how easily he can fold you into the floor.
Your lungs burn already. Youβre shoving, palms flat against the unyielding fabric of his shirt, straining until your muscles shake. But itβs useless. Thereβs a pronounced imbalance in physical strength, not that youβre complaining (obviously), but he could at least pretend there isnβt and budge a little, for the sake of your dignity.
βShit, βtoru,β you grunt, the words squeezed out of your chest. βHow muchβ¦ do you even weigh? Feels like im trying to push a fuckinβ sumo wrestler off me or some shit.β
He lets out a huff of a laugh then looks down at you with a lazy smirk. His chestβs rising and falling in a steady rhythm that mocks your ragged gasps. Youβre throwing your entire weight into him, and it barely registers as a nuisance.
βBaby are you serious? A sumo wrestler? Thatβs harsh, Iβm definitely more aerodynamic than that.β he murmurs, playfully whilst continuing to watch you struggle against his solid frame with a look of secret amusement. βCβmon. Put your back into it, Iβm barely even trying yβknow?β
He sounds too pleased with himself. Your brows pinch together, jaw tightening as your teeth grind in contained irritation. This was your idea, but your competitive streak is now insisting this was, in fact, a bad idea. Frankly, itβs the tone you canβt stand, speaks like heβs graciously humoring a toddler. You want to hurt him. Or, failing that, at least remind him that gravity is supposed to apply to him, too.
So, you move. You hook your arms around him, your legs following suit as you try to wrench the momentum and roll him. For a split second, he shiftsβand there is hopeβthen his hand, massive and quick, snaps around your ankles mid-air and hope is fleeting.
He forces your legs up and back, folding you like a pretzel until your heels are practically tucked behind your ears. Itβs a position youβve been put in many times, but not outside of the bedroom. It makes your skin crawl with heat. Youβre exposed, crotch pressed into his. Your tight athletic shorts cling to your puffy folds and offer zero protection from the pressure of him.
βOkay, Satoru, what the fuck?β you choke out, blood rushing to your head.
βShit reflex,β he laughs, sending a vibration through your trapped body. His crystalline eyes are dark, tracing the way youβre pinned underneath him. βMy bad, baby.β
βYouβre a dick. Let go.β
Naturally, he ignores you entirely and does the opposite with an infuriating grin that has him looking way too attractive for someone being this much of a prick.
βHow about in a couple seconds, hm?β, His grip on you tightens and he hitches his hips forward, growing cock rubbing right against your clothed-cunt, βShe feels soft. Havenβt rubbed up on her like this in a while, miss it.β
You look up and his white hairβs disheveled from and thereβs a deep flush on the tips of his ears. Heβs so pretty. It sucks how that face lets him get away with being such a degenerate.
βFine,β you breathe out, the word caught in your throat. βJust make it quick. My legs are gonna cramp if you keep me locked like this.β
You donβt need to tell him twice βcuz heβs already humping into your pussy like an animal in heat. His sweats are thick, but they do nothing to hide the rock-hard length of him. Each time he drives his hips home, heβs grazing your clit through the dampening layers. Heβs got your pretty pussy leaking like a broken faucetβslick patch spreading on the fabric. Each blunt shove against your folds drags a broken, messy string of moans out of you that you can't even try to swallow.
βShit, feels so good,β he groans into your ear, body getting heavier, slumping on top of you, βweβ¦fuckβwe should play fight more often. Yeah? Howβs that sound?β
He presses his mouth against yours, tasting like fruity flavored gum and sweets. Youβre swallowing his moans, your own breath hitching as he keeps up his bruising pace. Then one final, harsh shove and he goes rigid. His eyes go semi-wide, pupils blown out and unfocused, fixed on nothing as his brain shorts out. Before you realize thereβs already a heavy dampness flooding the space between you, white stringy liquid soaking through the fabric of his sweats and bleeding right into your own clothes.
He doesn't move for a long minute, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Then, slowly, he lifts his head and lets out a long exhale, his chests heaving and his signature smirk replaced by a look of daze.
"Well," he rasps, a lazy, lopsided grin slowly pulling at his mouth. "Think Iβll give you the win on that one. Though, you're a mess, babe. Completely soaked."
He pulls back just an inch, cartoonishly blue eyes tracking the damp mess of your shorts, "Pretty sure you're gonna need a shower to get all that off you.β He pauses, smiling at you cat-like, βWant to go see if I can fit in there with you? I promise to help with the hard-to-reach spots."
+ another dry humping post act shocked. ty sichee 4 proofreading @ouist
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when avatar aangβs letter accidentally outs firelord zukoβs feelings for his royal advisor. oh my gosh iβve been so obsessed with that^^ picture itβs insane i need him to look at me like that. oh and! flirty!reader kinda
βYour Highness, the Royal Advisor isββ
βSend her in, please.β The guard doesnβt even get to finish his sentence before Zuko interrupts him. Itβs practically routine now, he doesnβt understand why they need to ask him repeatedly, youβre there practically every night!
Not for nefarious reasons, Zuko would never do that. No, it was your duty as his advisor to talk to him and give him advice pertaining to anything he wishes to discuss, be it the weather, your favourite meals for some reason, submarine formations, or just talking, about nothing in particular, your voice always just had a calming effect on him.
βYour Highness.β You greet him as you enter his chambers, a lavish room fit for the Fire Lord indeed. This wasnβt the same chambers that previous Fire Lords had resided in, when Zuko took the throne, he had the Princely palace wing that he grew up in converted to his chambers. The place is beautiful regardless, endless sea of different shades of red that come together just perfectly.
Zuko doesnβt look up from his paperwork as you also greet and then dismiss the guard. βZuko.β You call out softly after the door closes, leaving you two alone during this beautiful night. There were several lamps lit across the room, illuminating the entire space in a warm glow, but the moonlight tonight is strong too.
Zuko finally glances up at you at the beckoning of his name, the tip of his lips quirking up in the faintest smile. He has disregarded his royal regalia for the day, the crown and heavy robes resting on the other side of the room. Now heβs in simple, comfortable sleepwear, which does nothing to hide his well-built muscular form underneath.
It was no surprise the friendship between you and Zuko. Youβve known eachother since you were children, you werenβt particularly friends, you were just his fatherβs advisorβs daughter that he interacted with occasionally. The only reason he picked you to be his advisor very early into his reign was the fact that you were critical of his fatherβs practices since a young age, privately of course, words only Zuko would hear.
It was only after then that a friendship blossomed. You were around him so much that it was inescapable, you were his closest confidant. You knew everything this about him, you were the only person he felt truly open and comfortable around in the Fire Nation, so it also wasnβt quite the shock when Zuko realised the ache in his chest when he saw you was not only platonic or professional but romantic too.
He greets you back with a soft whisper of your name, going back to skimming through whatever the document in front of him was. Zuko cherished moments like this. When it is just the two of you alone, when you could too let your guard down with no watchful eyes and just call him βZukoβ.
You were too dressed in casual wear, robes and the pins and medals that are usually decorated on them missing, simple red dress with a hem that kissed the ground and you walked, like you always were during these meetings with him.
βAvatar Aang sent a letter through.β You announced as you walked across his room, one hand holding up your dress so you donβt trip on it and the other waving a piece of parchment around. Zuko is situated in the floor, on a cushion with his legs crossed, a small, short table in front of him with ink, documents and a lamp rested on it.
βRead it out for me?β Zuko asks in a low voice, sleep infecting it and making it gravelly, enough to send a chill down your spine. You feel a slight rush of heat to your cheeks, feeling lucky that he wasnβt looking at you. Is it really your fault? Has anyone taken a look at this man? Itβs unfair!
The way the light from the lamp was illuminating his side profile, in the way you could see every contor of his face and scar. He grew up, losing his childish features, replaced with sharp contours of his cheeks, nose and jaw. Zuko glances up at you again, wondering why youβve suddenly gone silent, with you looking away before he caught you staring.
βFlameo Hotman. How goes running the Fire Nation?β You begin to narrate dramatically as you sink into the floor, tucking your legs under the table on the opposite side to Zuko so that you sat facing him. You continue reading, the two issues that the Avatar requires help with, something in Republic City and something related to food. You converse with Zuko, talking through the problems, his sassy remarks extracting chuckles and giggles from you occasionally.
βAnd lastly I am curious, did you tellβOh.β
The documents he was examining earlier is now left abandoned as Zuko was solely focused on you, and now your reaction has his eyebrows scrunching. You were smiling till a moment ago, but whatever you read at the end had the joy leave your face andβ¦a smirk stretching across your lips.
You glance up at Zuko from behind the piece of parchment, an odd glint in your eyes, maybe evenβ¦heat? Your teeth bite into your lower lip as you glance back at the letter and then back at Zuko. βWhat is it? What does it say?β Zuko questions, the furrow between his eyebrows deepening.
A soft huff of amusement leaves between your bitten lips, trying your best to keep your composure. Zuko watches as you fail and burst out into a giggle, your face reddening slightly. You look back at him, the same glint still in your eyes.
βLastly I am curious.β You start and pause dramatically, the look in your eyes darkening a little. Agni, Zuko swears in his head, this is not helping the ache in his chest, the way you were looking at him, the smile stretched across your lips.
βDid you tell your royal advisor of your romantic feelingsβ¦for her?β You read out, voice dipping by an octave.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, Zuko is fucked.
βAnd asked if she is a bachelor or not? Seize the opportunity before it slips out of your fingers, my friend!β You finish reading, silently folding it before pressing the letter into the table, looking up at Zukoβs expression of being caught off guard.
The silence is very loud as you two just look at eachother, all color drained from his face and pure amusement on yours. Zukoβs eyes bare into yours and you can almost see the way heβs not only registering what you said but also working out on what to say, clearly unable to think of anything to say.
βDo you have other Royal Advisors I am not aware ofβ¦or?β You start, smirk still stretched across your lips. Zuko just blinks at you, his hetrochromatic eyes shining, his adamβs apple bopping as he swallows nervously. βHe was simplyβ¦jesting.β Is somehow the only thing he can come up with currently, the usual sassiness you see in him completely disappeared.
βSo youβre not in love with me?β
You say, a little too quickly causing Zukoβs eyes to widen, his scar stretching because of his surprise. βUhβ¦β Zuko quirks, but you smile smirk at him sweetly. βIβ¦Its notβ¦Thatβs, itβs. Um.β His hand comes up to scratch at the back of his neck as you look at him expectantly.
You can see him buffering in real time, the machinery in his brain short circuiting as itβs unable to process whatβs happening. You stay smiling at the Fire Lord as he just stares at you, probably praying for the earth to open up and swallow him whole.
You roll your eyes at his stupor, taking it into yourself to make a move, you prep yourself up into your knees, pressing you palms flat onto the mahogany wood as you lean cross the table as Zuko sits as still as a statue. You lean close enough for your nose to hover right over his cheek and partially his scar.
βI am a bachelor, Your Highness. Veeeery lonely.β You whisper as his face reddens even more before you rush forward to press a kiss his cheek, his skin soft beneath your lips. You feel Zuko let out a harsh exhale as you pull away, standing up to your full height, looking down at him a moment before turning to walk away.
βGoodnight, Zukoβ You wave as you leave.
first time writing for him and i hate this cause itβs like 4am and i need to sleepππ yeah no i just hate this BUT I MADE THE MISTAKE OF SNEAK PEAKING IT SO NOW I HAVE TO POST IT- anyway. adult zuko has me KSKSKKDKDKDJDJDK
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