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synopsis: valko is in deep heat with the supermoon occurring, and he wants a solution that requires restraints, a collar, and you.
warnings: valko is in heat, sub!valko, good boy!valko, collar use, bondage, riding, overstimulation, biting, licking, scent marking, edging, knots, rutting, monsterfucking.
wc: 2,3k
a/n: i love him already, he's such a cutie. he deserves endless cuddles, BE NICE TO HIM! i want to devour him. I NEED HIM TO EAT ME OU– enjoy a pre-release celebration of our handsome wolf, valko!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
He must be in heat. that’s the only way Valko can describe this feeling. The moon has been full for less than an hour, and he’s already twitching. Usually he can handle himself. But that’s not gonna work out well for him if all he can think about is you.
Your scent is delicious, beyond the scented lotions and perfume, he’s talking about your natural aroma, amplified by sweat and other smells your body emits. It draws him in. He can’t help but sniff the air every time you walk past him. His cock won’t stop twitching in his pants, tenting at the sight of you catching his gaze.
Valko wants to bite you. Valko wants to slather you with his saliva until you smell like him. He wants to rut his cock so deep inside you, cuddle you so close and keep you so warm with his hot body that you just have to call him a good boy.
“…ko,” He must be imagining you saying his name so nice and breathless.
“…alko.” There it is again, louder, your nails could drag down his back until he bleeds and he’d thank you.
“Valko!” He blinks, the mirage of a heated embrace disappearing from his perception to be replaced by your fingers snapping very close to his face. Such pretty fingers, he wants to lick—
“Yeah?” His voice is gruff and hoarse, almost like he’s keeping a whimper tight in his throat. His leg bounces as fast as his heart pounds his chest. You’re so pretty, with your pretty parted lips, and how your saliva keeps it just wet enough to shine in the warm lamp light. So plump for him to kiss and bite—
“As I was saying,” You pull your hand away, not hearing the small whine that leaves him from the lack of contact. “We need to make sure you’re comfortable for the next few hours. You said you can get agitated when there’s full moons, right?”
“Mmh.” Better a grunt than a moan. You brush it off assuming the effects of the celestial event are starting to mess with him internally.
Of course, you’re well aware that he’s got an extra pair of fluffy scratchable ears on the top of his head, an even fluffier tail protruding from the base of his spine, and sharper canines. You’re not ignorant.
What you don’t know is that he’s much more prone to getting heated in these hours. Especially in the presence of someone who his body, mind, and soul are attuned to completely. It’s you. You're that someone.
But he has to behave for your sake. He can’t be bad, he can’t be too rash and aggressive or he might scare you off. You might not like it. But he wants you so damn bad, he can’t even hide it anymore.
You’re rattling about restraints, something to tie him to incase he goes berserk.
Restraints. Belts. Muzzle. Chair. Tie him to a chair. He wants you to tie him to a chair.
He wants you to restrain him. He wants you to sit on his lap and feel how hard his cock is for you, feel it throb just below your cunt, grind his hips up to you still so retrained and held back that he has to beg you to ride him. He might as well ask for it.
“…unless that’s too extreme.” You mutter, expecting a response. Nothing. Did he zone out again? What’s going on with Valko to be so distracted? He wasn’t like this last month. “Look, I know the full moon can be a messy time for you, and now that it’s a supermoon it could be worse, but I’d prefer you to actually respond— oh.”
Valko is drooling. Valko’s eyes are glazed over. Valko is blushing beyond relief. And Valko is sporting a rock hard boner.
The silence that stretches between you would have been uncomfortable, it should have been. But you seem to enjoy the rough pants that escape his lips, how his hands are balled into fists to keep himself at bay. How the veins on his neck are far more prominent now.
You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hoping you won’t say anything foolish.
“Don’t laugh.” Valko grits, his fluffy ears drooping a little.
“I wasn’t going to.” You say, trying to ignore the fact that your lips are twitching into a smile.
You glance down from his agitated golden eyes to his neck, to his large muscular chest covered by the black tank you always find so attractive on him, to the taper of his waist, to the pulsing print of his cock bulging against his pants.
Now that you think of it, you two haven’t shared the bed recently. You’ve both been so busy with work that neither of you have had time for each other. And you’ve been very wound up these last few days.
“I think we should figure out what restraints will be good for you.” A purr follows your words as you rest your hands on his chest. Muscular, warm, huge chest that you love to sleep on. You’re making this much, much worse and you know it. You can hear it in the groan that rumbles in his chest.
“Oh, is it getting worse?” You play an aloof demeanour, reaching to caress the soft ears on his head, making sure to rub on that sensitive spot where his hair is its softest. A soft moan escapes Valko’s lips as his golden eyes flutter closed.
“Please…”
“What do you need me to do, my love?” Your lips ghost the shell of his fleshy ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell. He shudders, head lowering to give you more access, hips rocking towards you so you can feel just what you need to do.
You don’t want that, though. He has to say it.
“I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”
A pained moan rushes right into your ear as he drops a part of his weight on you. Valko doesn’t want to say it but he also wants to say it. It doesn’t make sense. This heated state is driving him insane, and you’re giving him such a clear path to relief. But what he wants is different from what you usually do… will you agree?
With a shaky breath, Valko nuzzles the side of your neck, mustering the will to confess his desire. “You have to tell me no if you can’t do it.”
“I will.” You reassure him, stroking his soft hair. His arms wrap tight around you, grounding himself in your presence as the words unknot themselves to flow out.
“If you’re grossed out—“
“I won’t be grossed out, Val.” You softly say, rubbing circles into his lower back. “Nothing about you grosses me out. I trust you, so you need to trust that I’ll handle whatever you need and that I’ll tell you if I can’t. Outside of cannibalism, I'm not doing that.”
That makes him chuckle. “You’ll tell me the second you’re uncomfortable?”
“The millisecond.”
His next request comes out more sheepishly. “You’ll tell me I’m doing good?”
“I’ll put a poet to shame.”
“Pull my hair?”
“Put a collar on you too if you’re feeling feisty.”
A sigh of relief escapes Valko’s lips. Oh, he loves you. Finally, he pulls his face away from your neck to level your gaze with fresh determination on his face. “I want you to tie me to the chair, and ride the shit outta me.”
Ask and ye shall receive, as you hear them say.
It was easy to put Valko on a chair especially when he's drunk on your kisses, hungrily biting marks into your bare chest and stomach, gripping your hips so tight you’d think he’s terrified that you’ll run. It was easier to get soaked just from watching him strip for you— that, and having his fingers curl so good inside your cunt as he slurped and lapped at your clit.
The only ‘difficult’ part was restraining him to the chair, legs, arms, and torso roped tight, and that’s just because he’s antsy whenever the full moon happens.
But something about this supermoon has got him more riled up than usual. Why, you ask?
You’ve been bouncing on the man’s cock for two hours.
You’re not complaining, you love every second of this. Your walls are fluttering around him as he slides in and out of you so easily, caught by you keeping his fat tip inside leaking all that sticky, hot precum before you drop into his lap again and again and again.
“Val— ooh, fuck!” Your praise has otherwise become mush, slurred moans of his name and whatever adulation could come to mind. Valko doesn’t mind since he isn't doing any better. If anything, he’s lost the need to think.
“S-So good,” His throat is torn from how loud he’s been, his hips jutting into you even with his thick, corded thighs roped down to the chair. His tail is slapping the floor, his fluffy ears are twitching. He can barely move, limbs strapped down and a collar wrapped around his neck at his own request. And he loves it.
He wants to cum so bad. But then he’d end up swelling so much that he’d be stuck for hours, just grinding and grinding and plugging his seed inside instead of feeling you slap down on him with each rise and fall of your full hips. He wouldn’t have your soft breasts bouncing in his face, or feel your hands scratch his undercut and pull his hair, or hear the hiccups in your voice or the ragged moans in his own.
Why make this pleasure so short-lived when he can prolong it?
His cock is leaking like a faucet, keeping him smooth and wet for you to use him as you please, pulsing with the desire to just release. His sacks are drawn up tight, literally clenching with enough cum to repopulate a country, and yet he still won’t give in.
Valko drags his tongue up your jaw all the way to your cheekbone. “ ‘m I fuckin’ you good?”
“Hah— mhm. Such a good boy.” You ramble into his lips as you kiss him, slipping your tongue inside to taste him as if he isn’t all that you can sense. “So big and thick and hot… so— Valko— so full ‘f you, want you deeper, you’re so good!”
You’re on orgasm number five by now, gripping onto Valko’s strong shoulders for dear life, back arched, tugging his hair like you want to rip his red locks off. It’s the supermoon, you tell yourself, it must be shooting his stamina through the roof.
It fucking has to be if he’s been rutting into you like a bullet train without cumming even once. His girth twitches with every rock of your plush hips, it leaks and weeps inside you every time you squeeze him hard enough to cut off his blood flow. It has to hurt, prolonging his climax for this long.
Valko likes it that way. He likes the hurt. He likes the way his body just responds to you so well, like you’re made for each other. You have to be.
Your knees are starting to ache. Your thighs are burning from the constant bouncing up and down his thick length but the feeling of him dragging through your walls with each vein pressing against your walls is too good. The overwhelming bump of his cockhead kissing your cervix may just tip you over the edge again. The fucking curve of his cock and the angle just lets him reach the sensitive nerves of your g-spot so good every damn time!
You love these fucking supermoons.
“Valko,” You hum, licking his lips then his chin and jaw, your breath heavy as you maintain your pace. Just a few more and you’ll be in pure bliss. But you need him there with you. “I’m close. I’m so close. Hnn, need you— cum with me.”
“You— oh, you sure?” He whimpers, nuzzling you as you lick the tears off his cheeks. “I’ll—“
“Knot me, mhm.” You nod, rubbing your nose into his cheek, inhaling his scent. This man’s frenzied behaviour has been rubbing off on you too much, not that there’s reason to complain. “You’re gonna swell up so fuckin’ thick, yeah?”
He nods. “Gonna plug all that cum in me, keep it warm inside while you grind ’n rut into me?”
“Yeah,” He affirms, his arms pulling against the restraints. Is this what you want? You want him to bond with you to that much of an intimate extent? You must truly love him. “ ’m gonna stay in you the whole night, snug inside. But I like when you ride me.” You can feel him pouting as he pecks your skin. So cute.
“Then you’ll be a good boy, right?” You coo, your hands cupping his face as you press your thumbs on his lower lip. “Cum with me, and stay inside all night.” You fight every urge to give in to the pleasure when he bites your fingers.
You suck his upper lip, letting your moans vibrate into his. “Can you do that for me?”
Valko’s a simple man. You ask for something and he’ll give it to you with a smile. Like he is now, canines bared, tongue lapping at your fingers before he attacks your lips with a bruising, hot kiss. He pulls away just for a second to mutter against your mouth, “I love you.”
“I know, baby.” You huff, smiling into the kiss as you scratch his fluffy ears. Valko’s hips rut up faster and you can feel his cock swell at the base, almost ready to be plugged into you. Oh, he is so going to eat his cum out of you once he’s soft. “Now be good and cum with me.”
“ow! that hurt, kacchan!” little izuku cries out, cradling his scraped knee.
katsuki laughs, the other bullies joining in. “that’s what you get for being so slow, deku. next time, slide down faster!”
“don’t call me d-deku..!” izuku says with a wobbly lip.
“that’s what you are, stupid deku.” giggles erupt from the rest of the kids, making izuku go red.
fat tears begin to form and fall down izuku’s chubby cheeks. there’s a second of worry that takes over katsuki’s thoughts, but he pushes it down and smiles smugly before going down the slide himself.
“why..” izuku sniffs. “why’s he so mean to me..?”
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“d-does it hurt, kacchan..?” izuku asks through heavy breaths, cradling the back of bakugo’s head.
“fuck— no..” bakugo shivers at deku’s touch. “deeper.. i-i need you deeper, izuku.”
“m-mm— are-are you sure?”
bakugo gives a little nod, and that’s all the confirmation izuku needs. he slides his dick slightly outwards, then back in, all at once.
“oh— oh, fuck— izuku—“ tears begin to form in bakugo’s eyes, and he quickly shuts them closed.
“k-kacchan—“ izuku huffs. “call me deku.”
“what?” bakugo’s eyes flung open. “why— haa— t-that.. out of all th-things..?”
“the way you say it,” izuku says softly into bakugo’s ear, making him shiver. “m-makes me feel— nghh~ special..”
bakugo goes red with embarrassment. he turns his head away, and, barely audibly..
“deku..”
izuku trembles on top of bakugo, his legs shaky as bakugo repeats the nickname again. he cups bakugo’s face in his hands.
“don’t turn away from me, kacchan..” his pace increases. bakugo’s grip weakens as he struggles to keep up with the speed.
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Your boyfriend Satoru Gojo would always shave his happy trail, because he kinda thought you’d hate it when having sex and/or blowing him.
Until one time, he’d broken his wrist and was then unable to shave anywhere.
And obviously, since his wrist was broken, you just had to help him out! (You would’ve done it anyway but yk)
And the second you removed his sweatpants and boxers to let his cock spring out and got a glimpse of these white hairs down his abs, your mouth literally started watering.
So instead of directly heading towards his leaking tip, your mouth went to leave a hot trail of kisses down his happy trail, hairs tickling you as you finally reached the base of his cock.
Satoru being on painkillers somehow made him even needier than usual, which you didn’t think was possible.
He was exhaling heavily now, bottom lip genuinely trembling at your teasing, bucking his hips up to get your attention.
You giggled at the scene, enjoying his furrowed brows and teary eyes a little longer.
Your trail of kisses continued up his throbbing length before your lips settled on the red tip of his dick, tongue drawing circles around its slit.
Beads of precum were basically pooling out of him, balls twitching as if he was about to cum just then and there.
And he did, to both of your surprise. The last time he’d came that fast was during you guys’ first time together — which was also his first time.
Your face was painted with sticky white strokes of his release, Satoru immediately grabbing the hem of his shirt to clean you up.
Your mouth was still agape from the shock of this hasty orgasm. “Wow, babe. What’s gotten into you?” You said while grinning, dragging a finger from his pelvis all the way up his chest, teasing.
You left a small peck on a tear that was rolling down his cheek, stroking his still twitching biceps.
“I-uh don’t know..? Must be the painkillers…” He murmured, looking down like an embarrassed puppy.
Let’s just say it was not the painkillers at all, but he didn’t want to admit it. Look, he was open about pretty much everything with you, but come on the man still had some ego.
So he kept to himself how insane the way you kissed around his happy trail made him feel.
However, from this day on, he never shaved there ever again…
"them pieces of silicone won't look at you the way i do" ; a sly challenge against your boyfriend's ego after he criticises your use of sex toys
𓂃 ོ☼𓂃 cw: bondage. use of a vibrator. sub!fratjo. very light degradation. overstimulation. ۶ৎ 1.5k words.
"𝓲 𝐦𝐞𝗮𝒏, 𝓬'𝒎𝐨𝒏. i just don't see the point in this thing. you've got me to take care of you, baby."
was the last time such an order of words had escaped satoru's lips in so polished a succession. what followed, traditionally recognised by the average onlooker as something so unbecoming of the charming athlete, was but one of many sly confirmations of a modest inclination.
gojo satoru bled with a vivacity that infected those around him like a deadly virus. symptoms varied. admiration. envy. annoyance. desire. and an unyielding fancy from others to conquer.
it was with such knowledge that he didn't cheapen himself to anything less characteristic of he who is captain of the football team and president of his fraternity. to some's pleasure, and to most's chagrin, vanity was a second skin, a wretched kink in his dna that, alongside his devilishly good looks, he'd felt no need to stifle; present during football games, head to head with his opponents as he speaks ill of their athletic prowess. present during frat parties, head to head with other frat bros as he speaks ill of their sexual prowess.
and as his girlfriend, to think that you'd be exempt from such torment may only determine you as dangerously unwise. which is why it came to no surprise that he'd dared to question your use of sex toys, and that such audacious questioning served as none but yet another opportunity to advertise his own superiority. after all, nothing came close to the near biblical ecstasy of being split open by his cock, and more so, bearing the privilege to access such ecstasy at your very own command. smug as ever, with the conviction of one forever pardoned from subjugation, he shamelessly expressed this reminder—not even bothering to apologise for rummaging through your things, but had somehow reassigned his place on the moral low ground to you for owning such supposed abominations.
and certain responses, a huff, a cross of the arms—the smallest indication of having taken offense, typical of you, quickly concealed by the clearing of your throat, he hadn't been naive to expect.
but he had been naive to expect defeat.
"ah...fuck! c-c'mon! i said i was sorry—ngh!"
alas, his transgression was rendered impossible to overturn. but such a reflection wouldn't come easy to him by simply observing your expression—soft eyes suddenly interested in your nails, your walls, the open novel on your lap in which the content had been reduced to incoherent lines of black ink.
still. rested.
as if the soothing quietude of your dorm wasn't polluted with the buzz of your vibrating wand and the shaky urgency of satoru's cries. heard from the foot of your bed. mere meters from you.
you simply cross your legs, lean calmly back against your headboard, which all but prompts satoru into a fervid quest for only the smallest glance.
"please…i can't…i can't take it anymore…" he pants, to which you make no discernible physical response, except avert your eyes from your lap, almost as if searching for confirmation. and surely enough, he was still there. the ever so fierce gojo satoru—hottest and toughest boy on campus, the social kingpin, sex god, from whom a glance was worth the world's riches, restrained to a chair with your vibrating wand—the contraption previously subjected to his cocky ridicule—tied to the hardened and aching length of his cock.
his tip glows an angry red from the continued abuse, beads of precum leaking obscenely down his veiny girth as each plea rings louder than the last. then, perhaps to prove your motivations less base, your eyes travel upwards, passing over the way his sweaty pectorals strain against the tightness of the rope, to a set of pink and glossy lips agape in none other than pure bliss.
and then it became clear to you.
this wasn't beneath him at all.
a smirk finally tugs at the corner of your lips, and a voice, sweet and thick as honey, yet fierce as the heat of molten steel, fans into the atmosphere as a deceptively maternal response, "i'm sorry, baby. what was that you said again?"
"ngh—baby!" the plea escapes in parts of a sob and a laugh, back arching against the chair in a delicious battle against his powerlessness. you only shut your book, a dusty page-riddled 'thump!' that signals anything but mercy, and set it aside as he continues to plead, "i said…i said…i can't take it! it's too much…"
"nah ah…" you tut, "before that."
the state into which satoru's features contort warms your heart, and just for a second, his confusion turns you away from how the length of his cock rivals that of the wand that continues to buzz mercilessly against him. how the movements of his hips don't cease, riding the vibrations in earnest as if he were a bitch in heat. it pulls a soft coo from your throat, making his cock twitch, no less when you continue to taunt him with this riddle.
"oh, come on…" your tone teeters on the edge of a sneer, "you're usually all talk, mr quarterback. nothing to say this time?" a high pitched whine follows, and after that, a witch-like cackle as you salaciously cross one leg over the other, intending only to reveal a sliver of skin from your sundress to contrast your boyfriend's state of vulnerability. you sigh, feigning resignation, "you're slow, aren't you? where was all that sweet talk about being better, hm?"
"i know! i know—fuck! i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i didn't mean—"
"—about how nothing compares to being fucked by you?" you tilt your head, smiling as if you were merely spectating upon a performance of which you had no control. "because from where i'm sitting, it seems like i'm still yet to witness this stamina you keep blabbering about."
conceding to what is now, undeniably, a spell of torment of which he can no longer plead his way out, he shakes his shoulders in a light sob, a rhythm that nearly matches that of his hips. "fuck…you're evil…you're so fucking evil…"
"maybe," you purr, tracing the hem of your dress, rested and wrinkled on your upper thigh, stopping short of what he would kill to watch you touch. "but we both know that you asked for it."
"god! okay! fine! i'll never say anything like that again! I swea—"
"i like you like this," you interrupt, as if musing upon a trivial observation, "why would you hide this side of you from me, baby?'
with his mouth agape, and his eyebrows creased as if he were about to break into tears, he sneaks a quick glance below his waist, eager to witness the nearing of his own climax. his cock bobs lightly against his toned abdomen, a string of creamy white stretching between them—and the wand, ever so obtrusive, taunts him with several reminders of his incapacity, daring him to break free and give himself the release he so desperately craved.
"it feels so fucking good…"
"I know, baby."
"but it's nothing compared to you."
you pause.
he continues, "i wanna breed that sweet little pussy and feel it squeeze every drop out of me. i wanna watch your tits bounce when you ride me. god, i'd rather you milk me for all i'm worth—'til my cock fuckin' snaps. i'd rather it be you torturing me like this…not—ngh!—this fuckin' thing!"
the plea, an elixir most damning to inexperienced taste buds, almost catches you—the smell of your arousal guarded feebly between the full flesh of your thighs, dripping like molten lava, taunting satoru's nose like a siren's call.
but then came his next words. and oh, thanks be to his naivety, for baring his armor to your procurement.
"i know you want it too." he grunts. "you know you want it."
complete silence. satoru pants as if his speech were a bout of strenuous exercise, and even still, the sound takes defeat over the loud hums of that damnable sex toy.
"oh, toru…" you coo, and his posture straightens—wand be damned—as he awaits your response in hopeful anticipation, "you still haven't learned, have you?"
you don't even give yourself time to watch his face drop, his head tip back again, his hair slap back onto his forehead like leaves of a willow tree in a snowstorm, his orgasm come upon him in a violent twitch of the hips. the bliss had betided within the few seconds it took for you to swing your legs off of the bed, retrieve your novel, and make but a casual destination of the door to your bedroom.
averting his eyes from the mess of cum on his abs, upon realizing the lack of intervention proceeding his orgasm, he strains his neck towards the door, catching your hand against the doorknob. "hey—hey! what the fuck! come turn this thing off!"
your expression, eerily calm, discourages further thought. just another loud cry. "ah, baby! please! i can't! i can't take it anymore!"
"i'm off to study. thanks for taking care of me, baby. that was amazing."
" is this good for you?.. " his voice whispered in your ear, heavy breath brushing against your sideburns. your fingernails, freshly manicured, dug into his shoulders and created small crescents in the ridges and muscles of his shoulder blades. they'd drag along his deltoids to his ribs, the scratches prominent but not deep enough to scar.
everything 𝓶egumi did turned you on, much to your reluctance to say to his face, and likewise for him. it was only a matter of time before he got you like this — all bent up with your legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him like his dick was the only lifeline you had. the sweat on both your skin in this humid, sex-induced room acted as an adhesive, hooking you to him even more.
something he had noticed over the last few times he'd be intimate with you in such way, you were rather quiet. moans and mewls barely above a whisper. it bothered him in a way — because he was louder than you. it was embarrassing, grunting and breathily moaning in your ear while you barely reciprocated.
well, that was a lie. you did reciprocate. just not verbally.
every groan, every grunt, every hiss, every curse under his breath, every moan got a reaction out of you. your legs would relax, spread wider, letting him in deeper. completely abandoning your shy exterior, molding you into something more sensitive and easier to overload. he saw that in your eyes, better now that his hair was pushed out of his face. " so it is. t-that's — hah — good... "
he swallowed, his adams apple bobbing that was already luster with sweat. " i was worried that —" he paused, pushing deep enough inside you to elicit a moan from both of your lips. " that you weren't e-enjoying this. "
deep down, you felt so dirty for liking how he sounded. stomach churning with guilt and lust, but you couldn't help yourself. in truth, you'd rather him not return to his past ways — holding back his noise and swallowing every sound that would make him feel vulnerable. then again, you hadn't dwelled on it too much because the action of his dick sliding in and out of your warm walls made the churning go away.
" are you close? " he asked in a soft moan, the springs of the mattress creaking underneath you both. " fuck, i really wanna cum with you... would you want that? " he felt your walls clamp around him, fluttering, effectively slowing him down and gripping him tight — essentially forcing him to a point of orgasm. " y-yes you do... you want that bad, huh? "
his words were dirty, but the underlying tone of hesitance in them made you squirt with a squeal into his shoulder, spraying all over his lower abdomen and your inner thighs. he didn't think you could restrain his dick any harder, making it more sensitive than it already was. it was more than enough for him to cum with a loud moan in your shoulder — the loudest you've heard him.
he wallowed in his own fluster for a while, but as long as you felt good.
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a very needy nerd!jo (or, gojo begs to cum all over you.)
exam season. that two week period where students cram, stress like hell, and typically substitute sleep with coffee.
for your boyfriend, biggest nerd on campus, satoru?
he gets needy.
clingy, never wanting to leave your side, and studying while curled in your lap. he whines when you pull your hand out of his hair and latches onto your waist when you try to stand up.
right now is one of those times, though satoru’s neediness seems more…concentrated to the horribly straining tent in his boxers.
maybe it’s because you’re wearing nothing but a skirt, sprawled out on his bed with a book in hand, pretending to read over a course module.
“please?” he asks softly, clasping your hands in his. “just—just a little. i’ll focus on my studying, i swear.”
you sigh, though a fond little smile etches onto your face. “jacking you off is gonna help you concentrate?”
“yes,” he says immediately, fixing his glasses. “immensely.”
and how can you say no to those pretty blue eyes?
so of course you take his aching cock out of his boxers, the tip an angry red and bubbling little beads of precum, and of course you start twisting your hand around the base, slowly dragging it up to the slit before shifting back down, watching satoru’s face pink, lips parting with little whines. eyes glued to your chest, which bounces slightly with each move of your arm.
he curls beside you and palms at your tits, mouth immediately suckling around one of your nipples, his other hand kneading and tugging at the soft flesh his lips can’t reach.
he moans against your skin when your pace on his cock increases, his eyes squeezing shut, tears wetting his pretty lashes.
“so good, please don’t stop,” he whines, glassy blue eyes looking up at you, his lips still pressed to your chest.
his head lolls back, eyes fluttering when you let spit drip down from your mouth onto his length, the wet sound of your fist wrapped around his cock filling the room.
“‘s helping you study?” you tease, and satoru nods, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
“please, wanna cum on your tits,” he says, voice broken. “please. you’d look so pr—pretty with my cum all over you, please—“
you giggle, one hand combing through his hair, the other steady on his cock. “yeah?”
“please,” he splutters, lapping circles around your nipples and rolling them between his teeth. “i—i’m close—“
“okay, toru, cause you asked so nicely,” you murmur, and he moans in relief, sitting up on his knees and pumping his cock once, twice, squeezing tight, and he’s cumming with his head back, body tensed up, thick spurts of it shooting across your chest, your face.
you hold out your tongue, catching a strand of it, and his body heaves with tension, watching his release trickle down the curve of your chest, down your cheeks.
you pout. “satoru, look at the mess you made.”
“i’m sorry,” he breathes, hand shaking slightly over his cock, still throbbing from his climax. “i’m—i’m sorry, i—“
“you gonna clean this up?” you ask, head tilting slightly. “like the good boy you are?”
it doesn’t take much to get satoru to fold for you. a whispered ‘good boy’ paired with your sultry eyes and he’s doing anything you ask.
you watch him with a satisfied smirk as he licks his cum up off your body, whimpering.
୨୧ megumi fushiguro loves it when you praise him (1K SPECIAL)
megumi wasn’t really vocal with the stuff he was into.
not to say he was into anything weird, but it felt weird to express the things that really turned him on.
megumi thought he was being relatively subtle with his kinks, holding back his whimpers when you moaned how good he felt, or fighting his faint blush whenever you told him how handsome he was, or any ‘out of character reaction’ he would have to any positive thing you said to him. unfortunately for him, you do notice the small cues whenever you give him praise, especially when he gets in a daze and thrusts into you harder when you tell him how good he’s fucking you.
he can’t help it, he likes to be praised. but he would never tell you that, he would also never tell you how badly he loves your thighs, and your boobs. he would be lying if he said he didn’t dream about fucking your thighs often, especially when he gets to lay his head in your lap as you massage his scalp and tell him about your day. like a good boyfriend, he would peer up at you and listen, adding input when needed. he feels like a pervert though, guilt racking his mind as he caught himself glancing at your tits occasionally as you blabbed on endlessly. they were right in his face, nipples peaked under your thin tank top and practically begging to be sucked and toyed with.
it was particularly hard for him to control his urges when he got to cuddle with you. he was supposed to be taking a nap, head snuggled into your chest as he attempted to sleep. he doesn’t understand why he feels so pent up, but he does. he’s laying on your chest, arms wrapped around your back as his legs intertwined with yours. he already knows he’s hard, but he’s praying you won’t notice, which is looking good for him so far. you’re still chuckling at your phone while you gently massage his scalp, a habit you find yourself doing mindlessly whenever he’s like this.
megumi continued to shift his legs against your thighs, melting into your body heat as he tried to push the dirty thoughts out of his mind and sleep.
but he wants to fuck your thighs so bad.
he groaned into your chest, pulling you closer against him with a frustrated huff as he felt himself growing needier by the second. his huff brought you back to reality, your hand pausing in his hair as you placed your phone to the side. “are you okay, megs?” you asked, looking down at his hair, his face still buried between your chest. “no.” he responded, need disguised as irritation, his voice muffled into your shirt.
“what’s wrong, handsome?”
fuck.
he could’ve came on the spot.
“…can’t sleep.” he responded, lifting his head up to look up at you, trying to distract the ache of his dick so he could continue to speak. “i’m just really pent up.” he finished quietly, your hand returning to his hair to comfort him with a small smile. “you wanna do something about it?” now he’s starting to get embarrassed, giving you a subtle nod before leaning up to kiss you.
you were honestly prepared for penetrative sex, not this.
megumi was the type of boyfriend that would slowly reveal his kinks during sex. which is how you got here, watching in anticipation as he finished spreading lube along himself. you spread your legs, ready for his fingers, or at least for him to push inside you already. “no—keep them closed.” he said quickly, a hand prompting you to shut your thighs again. you did, albeit confused as he grabbed your legs and put it on one of his shoulders. his hand returned to his cock, the both of you watching as he slid his dick between your shut thighs.
he bit his lip, choking back a whimper as he began to slowly fuck your thighs, his leaky tip peeking out from your legs with every thrust. “fuck..wanted this so bad.” he admits through aroused breaths, a hand coming to rest on the back of your thighs as you watched in awe. his face was flushed, eyes struggling to stay open and glued to where the two of you were connected. seeing your boyfriend in such a state had you clenching around nothing, absolutely soaked as quiet moans slipped from his lips no matter how hard he tried to hold them back.
“you sound so pretty, megumi.” you said mindlessly, praise coming out like it was nothing. he shuttered, hips moving faster as his cock throbbed in need, pre bubbling and leaking from his mushroom tip. you had your suspicions about your boyfriends hidden praise kink, but this was only solidifying it. he let out more moans before he could realize it, hands grabbing at your legs desperately as pleasure came over him.
he couldn’t help it, your voice just does something to him, especially when you’re telling him something positive. “just like that, handsome. feels so good doesn’t it?” you cooed, testing the water, just to be sure you wasn’t imagining things. his cock twitched, humming in agreement between a whimper.
he’s been caught, and he hasn’t even realized it yet. too busy struggling to keep his eyes open to look at your pretty tits, each push of his hips making them jump erotically beneath him. his body moved before his mind could keep up, pressing your thighs lower against yourself so he could lean down to kiss at you boob softly. he moved one hand off your thigh to cup your tit, lips moving down to seal around your now perked nipple, sucking gently. his thrusts became more shallow to keep his tip from bumping into you, moaning into your tit as your hand returned to his scalp.
he kept sucking, whining as his tongue swirled around the peak, flicking and sucking as he practically drooled on your boob. you let out a shaky moan, gripping at his hair tightly as be continued to fuck your thighs. the stimulation of his mouth and the slight friction on your clit from your thighs was driving you crazy, body begging for more stimulation, but settling on watching your boyfriend lose himself on your body and not your pussy for a change. “mmfp—keep doing that, baby. feels so fucking good.” you encouraged, he whimpered, continuing his efforts as his pace quickened, chasing his orgasm as it built steadily in his core.
he pulled off, kissing your nipple gently before giving the other some attention, hand coming down to grab at your thigh once more. he looked like a absolute mess, hair tousled with flushed cheeks, moaning with every thrust between your thighs. “megs…you look so good like this.” you added, massaging his head as he mindlessly nodded along, not even fully registering your words as his tongue ran across your nipple for the nth time. he postured back up, admiring your now sensitive and saliva soaked tits, reaching to grab at one as he began to rut his throbbing dick through your thighs once more.
the sheer amount of pre he spilled on your lower stomach just from sucking on your tits was pathetic, his moans becoming slightly higher pitched as he felt himself growing closer. his hips began to lose rhythm, now chasing the heat and friction of your legs as you began to coo at him. “getting close? are you gonna be good and cum for me?” that nearly made him cum on the spot, nodding along with rushed yeses, in a complete daze as his balls swelled painfully with an orgasm. “yesyes..i’ll be good—wan’ be good for you.” he slurred between moans, his tip now peeking from your thighs rapidly as your hand came to tease it with every pass.
his thrusts stuttered, whining as his cum shot up your to you mid section, hips pushing through his orgasm as his eyes fluttered shut. “thats it, such a good boy for me, megs.” you praised through his orgasm, your words of affirmation having him spill more spurts of cum onto your body. he looked down at the absolute mess he made on you after a few seconds, breathing in embarrassment as he let go of your thighs, easing your legs down slowly onto the bed and kissing you softly.
“so you have a praise kink, huh?” you teased when he pulled his lips from yours. he blushed, trying to look irritated as he hovered above you. “shut up.” he mumbled, hands trailing down slowly back to your thigh to soothe it before gently pushing them open, something you thought was going to happen initially. “let me take care of you.” his fingers now trailing up your drenched folds, your enjoyment of this now evident on his fingers.
to others, megumi may seem blunt or mean, but to you? he was your sweet boy.
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choso's such a quiet guy. stoic, unreadable, and practically like a statue of a man.
but now, with your hands wrapped in his hair, those tied sections coming loose between your fingers?
he shudders. moans into his hand, his knuckles whitening from how hard he's gripping the sheets. he begs for more, more, more. more hairpulling, more sweet words whispered into his ear, more you.
he gets especially needy like this when you wave the strap-on you own in front of his face, asking if he wants it tonight, and his eyes'll light up, mouth quivering as he says 'yes, please' and props himself on his elbows and knees for you.
how's he supposed to stay quiet when you're rutting deep against his insides, your soft tits pressed to his back, hands sliding up his chest to his throat?
"oh my—ngh—god," he sobs, tears streaming down his face, choked little cries spilling from his lips as he buries his head into the pillow, the sound muffled. "p—please—"
his body goes limp against the bed, knees nearly giving out as you keep thrusting the pretty pink silicone riiiiight against that spot that's got him whimpering your name, his cock strained and aching so heavily against his stomach, slapping against it with every push of your hips.
choso's done for when you squeeze his throat a little, fingernails digging in just enough to leave him gasping for air. your other hand snakes down to his cock, thumb circling tantalizingly slow along his slit, and you tell him what a good boy he is for you. how cute he sounds.
you pull his hair back, tightening your hold on his makeshift pigtails, just enough so his red-rimmed eyes can gaze into yours, fat droplets welling in them. "you gonna cum?" you murmur, tugging harder to punctuate your sentence.
"y—yes," he whines brokenly, and he releases seconds later, cock spurting out thick, hot bursts of cum, all against your hand, the bed, his tensed up stomach. choso moans out a string of 'thank you's', 'sosososo good,' eyes squeezed shut.
he heaves after he climaxes and whimpers quietly when you pull out, chest rising and falling unevenly, face flushed, that inky mark across his nose all smeared. you smile and kiss his cheek, and tell him how good he did.
the night continues until he's knocked into sleep from overstimulation, literally.
the meditation sanctuary was quiet except for the soft crackle of candles and the wet, desperate sounds of 𝓐𝓪𝓷𝓰’s mouth on yours. his huge body pinned you to the floor cushions, those glowing blue arrows pulsing faintly under his skin like he was barely holding himself together. you could feel the thick, heavy outline of his cock pressing insistently against your thigh through his loose pants; rock hard and leaking so much precum that a dark wet spot had already soaked through the fabric.
you pulled back from the kiss with a gentle, messy pop and smiled at him tenderly, cupping his flushed cheek with your palm. your thumb gently brushed over the blue arrow tattoo on his forehead. “come here, baby,” you whispered softly, voice warm and full of affection. “sit on the edge of the altar for me, yeah? let me take care of you.”
his grey eyes were blown wide, pupils swallowing the silver. he nodded frantically and obeyed, scooting back until his ass hit the low stone ledge. his hands shook as he shoved his pants down. the second his cock sprang free, it slapped heavily against his toned abs. thick, veiny, stupidly long, the flushed head glistening with a fat bead of precum that slowly dribbled down the shaft. he was massive. bigger than you’d imagined in all those nights you’d touched yourself thinking about him. the sight alone made your mouth water.
“spirits, aang…” you breathed, crawling between his spread thighs with genuine awe. “look at you. you’re so hard for me, hm?”
he whimpered, nodding desperately, chest heaving. “y-yes—please, y/n… i’ve dreamed about this every single night. waking up sticky and aching, whispering your name… hah—ngh—i can’t—please touch me—”
you wrapped both hands around his impressive girth, barely able to close your fingers, and stroked him slowly, spreading the slick precum. the wet schlick-schlick sound made him jolt and let out the whiniest, neediest moan you’d ever heard.
“shhh, it’s okay, baby,” you murmured, leaning in. “you’ve been holding back for so long. let me give you this. you deserve it.”
you dragged your tongue slowly up the underside of his throbbing shaft, savoring the salty-sweet taste of him. aang’s hips jerked hard, a guttural, broken moan ripping from his throat. you swirled your tongue around the fat, sensitive head, sucking just the tip into your warm mouth while one hand stroked what you couldn’t fit and the other gently rolled his heavy, full balls.
“o-oh spirits—y/n—your mouth—fuck, fuck, it feels so good—i can’t—hah—please don’t stop—please—”
his voice cracked into the whiniest, most pathetic sounds. the woman of his dreams was actually on her knees with her lips wrapped around his cock, tongue flicking the sensitive slit while she played with his balls. it was too much. his muscular thighs started trembling violently. you hollowed your cheeks and took him deeper, only halfway because he was simply too big, but the wet heat and the way your tongue kept teasing the underside made his head fall back with a broken sob.
“gonna—gonna cum—can’t hold it—y/n please—i’m sorry—i’m so sorry—feels too good—”
you pulled off just enough to look up at him lovingly, lips shiny with spit and precum. “it’s okay, baby. cum for me. let go. i’ve got you.”
that was all it took for aang’s whole body seized up. his cock throbbed hard in your grip and the first thick rope of cum shot across your cheek with enough force to make you blink. the second painted your lips, the third splashed warm and sticky across the swell of your tits. he kept cumming—long, heavy spurts that just wouldn’t stop—while he made the most broken, wrecked noises you’d ever heard, hips twitching helplessly.
you stroked him gently through every pulse until he was gasping and whimpering. when you finally sat back, his cum dripped from your chin onto your chest. aang looked absolutely ruined. cheeks flushed, mouth open, eyes glassy like his brain had disrupted.
“i-i’m so sorry,” he panted hoarsely, voice trembling. “didn’t mean to ruin your pretty face… i couldn’t hold back—oh fuck—”
ever the sweet gentleman, even while his cock was still twitching and half-hard, he leaned down and started cleaning you up. his tongue dragged hot and slow over your cheek, then lower, sucking softly on your nipples with needy little moans. he licked and sucked at your tits like a man starved, cleaning every drop while his hands gently kneaded the soft flesh. the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth, the filthy little slurps and swallows, made your pussy clench hard.
“fuck, you’re doing so good for me,” you breathed, threading your fingers through his head and stroking it soothingly. “such a good boy...”
you guided him to lie back fully on the cool stone altar. “need to feel you inside me.”
he nodded eagerly, still glowing faintly. you stripped the rest of your clothes off and straddled him, rubbing his massive cock between your soaked folds before slowly sinking down. the stretch was intense and perfect. inch after thick inch filled you until you could see the clear bulge of his cock pressing up against your lower belly. you moaned softly, the sound echoing off the temple walls.
“spirits, aang… you’re so big,” you whispered breathlessly, eyes fluttering.
his hands gripped your hips tightly. “yn—so tight—feels like heaven—ngh—you’re squeezing me so perfectly—please move—hah—please—”
you planted your palms on his chest and started riding him with slow, deep rolls of your hips, your ass bouncing with every drop. the wet slap-slap-slap of skin filling the sanctuary. your pussy clung to him desperately, creamy slick coating every vein. you leaned forward, chest to chest, kissing him deeply while grinding your clit against his base. you nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of his neck and collarbone, leaving little marks that made him keen loudly, back arching clean off the stone.
he came again with a loud, broken sob, glowing brighter as he pumped thick loads deep inside you. the feeling pushed you over the edge too, your walls fluttering around him.
you collapsed beside him, chest heaving, legs shaking, a soft smile on your lips. but when you glanced over, his cock was still rock-hard, twitching angrily against his abs, and the glow was only getting stronger.
had the avatar really just slipped into that glowing, all-powerful state because the bliss of being buried inside you was simply too much for him to handle? figures. nothing like the love of his life to make the master of all four elements completely lose his mind.
before you could even catch your breath, aang rolled on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head with one huge hand. his voice had dropped into something deeper, rougher, almost unrecognizable. “more… hah—i need more, yn. can’t stop—please—”
he shoved your thighs apart and thrust back inside you in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. you cried out at the overwhelming fullness, pleasure quickly tipping into overstimulation.
“aang—babe—slow down a little—” you gasped, but after those two orgasms something in him had completely snapped. the gentle, sweet aang you knew was gone, replaced by this glowing, feral version that fucked like he was possessed.
he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, folding you open so he could drive impossibly deeper while you were still on your back. the new angle made you see stars as he pounded into you relentlessly, the wet squelching sounds of his cock rearranging your insides echoing through the sacred temple.
when it became too much, your body acted on pure instinct and you tried to crawl away clumsily on shaking limbs, already on your hands and knees. a strong arm hooked around your waist and yanked you back against him.
“where are you going, baby?” he growled against your ear, voice dark and hungry. “we’re not done yet… hm?”
he mounted you from behind right there on the sacred altar cushions in plain, usual doggy style. the loud, wet slap of his hips against your ass grew even filthier as he rutted into you relentlessly.
he was in full avatar state now. blue arrows blazing brightly across his skin. this was the second time he’d cum inside you… wait, no, third? you couldn’t even tell anymore. your mind was completely gone, body trembling violently from the nonstop overstimulation as he kept pounding into you without mercy.
he came again and again, flooding your pussy with load after load of hot cum. every time some tried to leak out, he’d pull back just enough to push two thick fingers in alongside his still-hard cock, scooping it up and stuffing it back inside you with possessive little whimpers. “can’t waste it… gotta keep you full… all mine…”
somewhere in the pleasure-drunk fog, a delirious little thought crossed your mind: the air nomad ancestors were probably watching from the spirit world right now, equal parts scandalized and proud. after all, you two were passionately defiling their sacred meditation altar in the most thorough attempt at repopulating the airbenders the world had ever seen. if that wasn’t dedication, what was?
another devastating orgasm ripped through you, your vision blurring at the edges.
“aang—i can’t—’m gonna—”
he pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to your shoulder, still buried deep, still moving slow and possessive even as you shook apart.
“don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice raw and loving yet completely unhinged. “i’ve got you. gonna keep you so full… make sure every drop stays right where it belongs.”
that was the last thing you heard before everything went soft and dark around the edges.
the great o’ mighty avatar—your sweet, gentle aang—had finally lost control completely. and just like that, the air temple would never quite feel the same again.
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lately, 𝓐𝓪𝓷𝓰 hadn’t felt like himself. truly.
and it was entirely your fault, or so he would say.
he was supposed to be the master of all four elements, the serene and untouchable avatar, the man who brought balance to the world. but ever since the two of you grew from childhood friends into whatever this heavy, unspoken thing was between you... his balance was completely shot. you didn’t even have to try. you just existed, and he unraveled.
right then, you were sparring in the western courtyard of the air temple. you weren’t a bender, though your family tree had roots deep in the air nomad ancestry, but you wielded a staff with a grace that made aang’s heart do stupid, erratic things against his ribs.
he was standing across from you, chest bare and glistening with sweat in the afternoon sun, his glider staff resting casually behind his neck, draped over those broad, carved shoulders. you tried not to stare at the solid plane of his chest, but it was hard. he wasn’t a scrawny kid anymore. he was a force of nature, towering and muscular, the blue arrows of his mastery stretching over skin that ran hot with exertion.
“you’re distracted,” you teased, twirling your staff before dropping into a defensive stance.
“am not,” he shot back, a playful smirk on his lips. “just giving you a fighting chance.”
you lunged. the sequence was fast, a flurry of wooden clacks and rushing wind. aang easily dodged your first two strikes, moving with that sickeningly beautiful grace of his. but as you pivoted for a roundhouse sweep, the hem of your skirt—which sat comfortably above your mid-thigh—rode up just a fraction too high.
it was a split second. a mere flash of lace.
but for the most powerful man in the world, a split second was all it took to completely short-circuit his brain. his grey eyes widened, his breath hitched, and his defensive stance crumbled. your staff connected with his ankles, and with a yelp, the avatar went down, landing flat on his back in the soft grass.
you laughed, planting the end of your staff into the dirt. “going easy on me, huh? is the great avatar losing his touch?”
aang groaned, sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck. his face was flushed a deep, alarming shade of red. “y-yeah. just... slipped. the grass is slippery.”
you rolled your eyes playfully and sat down on a nearby stone bench, crossing one leg over the other to brush the dirt and grass clippings off your calves. you didn’t notice the way aang’s eyes tracked the movement of your hands, the way he swallowed thickly.
he stood a few feet away, staff in his hand whilst completely half-naked and staring at you. the air around him felt thick. static. he knew he shouldn’t. he knew he was a monk, a spiritual leader, a man of discipline. but the sudden, consuming urge to see more completely overrode his common sense.
he flicked his wrist behind his back.
a sudden, concentrated gust of wind swept across the courtyard, catching the hem of your skirt and flipping it up completely. you let out a startled gasp, quickly pressing the fabric down with your hands.
“woah, where did that come from?” you muttered, looking around at the seemingly calm afternoon.
when you looked back at aang, he was staring up at the sky, his hands resting on the staff behind his neck, pursing his lips and whistling a terribly off-key tune. he looked so aggressively innocent that it was almost suspicious, but you brushed it off.
what you didn’t know was that his heart was hammering a frantic rhythm in his throat, and the image of you was permanently burned into his mind.
after that, he vanished.
for the rest of the day, he actively avoided you. if you entered the dining hall, he suddenly remembered a pressing matter with the elders. if you walked into the library, he practically air-scootered out the window. by the time night fell, you were frustrated.
you couldn’t sleep. the mountain air was too crisp, your mind was being too loud. you threw on a shawl and wandered the winding corridors of the temple until you reached the meditation sanctuary.
and there he was.
he was kneeling in the center of the room, candles flickering around him. his eyes were squeezed shut, his brow furrowed in deep distress as he muttered ancient cleansing mantras under his breath.
“it’s not working, is it?” you asked softly from the doorway.
aang jumped, his eyes snapping open. the blue arrows on his head and arms seemed to dim as he looked at you, panicking. “y/n. i—what are you doing awake?”
you walked into the room, crossing the floor until you were standing right in front of him. you kneeled down, invading his space, trapping him between you and the altar. “i could ask you the same thing. why have you been avoiding me all day, aang?”
“i haven’t,” he lied smoothly, though his voice cracked on the second syllable.
“don’t lie to me.” you reached out, gently resting your hand on his bare knee.
the moment your skin touched his, aang completely shattered. a pathetic, whiny sound escaped his throat, and he slumped forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his huge arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest with a desperate, crushing grip.
“aang?” you gasped, shocked by the sudden weight of him.
“i’m sorry,” he whimpered against your collarbone, his voice thick with unshed tears. “i’m so sorry, y/n. i can’t—i can’t control it anymore.”
“control what? hey, look at me,” you coaxed, gently rubbing the smooth skin at the nape of his neck. he leaned into the touch like a starved man, whining again at the slightest friction.
he shook his head, refusing to look up. “myself. my thoughts. lately, i’ve been discovering this... this new side of me, and it scares me. i’m the avatar, i’m supposed to be detached, but with you... i’m so weak. i can’t say no to you. i constantly want to be touching you, clinging to you.”
he took a ragged breath, his hot exhale sending shivers down your spine. “and today... the wind. during sparring. that wasn’t a natural breeze. i did it. i used my bending to flip your skirt because i wanted to look at you. i’m no better than a pervert, y/n. i’m so corrupted by you.”
you froze, processing the confession. the great, noble avatar, using his ancient mastery over the elements to catch a glimpse of your underwear. it was so absurd, so entirely out of character, that a bubble of warmth burst in your chest.
you cupped his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you. his grey eyes were glassy, rimmed with red, looking at you like you held his entire universe in your hands. he was so big, so powerful, yet he was kneeling before you, practically begging for absolution.
“you really did that?” you asked, a slow smirk spreading across your lips.
he nodded miserably, a tear slipping down his cheek. “please don’t hate me.”
you used your thumb to brush the tear away. “i would never hate you, aang. and honestly? i think it’s kind of hot.”
his breath hitched. his pupils dilated so fast it left only a thin ring of silver around the black. “w-what?”
“you heard me,” you murmured, leaning in until your lips were mere inches from his. “i’ve liked you for a long time. and since i’m the reason you discovered this dark little side of yourself... i think it’s only fair that it belongs to me.”
aang let out a sound that was half-sob, half-groan. “yours,” he repeated frantically, as if it was the only word he knew. “i’m yours. all of me. please, y/n.”
he didn’t wait for permission. his lips crashed into yours, clumsy and desperate and so, so hungry. his hands, huge and calloused from years of fighting, roamed over your body with a frantic urgency. he pushed you back gently until you were lying flush against the floor cushions, his heavy, muscular frame blanketing yours.
“mmh, y/n,” he whined into your mouth, his tongue parting your lips, tasting you like he’d been dying of thirst his entire life. he kissed you softly, then deeply, then rough, pouring every ounce of his pent-up desire into the connection.
when he finally, reluctantly pulled back just enough for the both of you to catch a ragged breath, the separation was incredibly messy. a thin, glistening string of saliva bridged the small gap between your swollen lips and his. his chest heaved against yours, slick with a fresh sheen of sweat, and for a fleeting second, you swore you could see a soft flicker of light pulse beneath the intricate blue arrows tracing his skin; a beautiful betrayal of exactly how overwhelmed he was. his grey eyes—dark and blown wide with raw need—dropped to track that wet, intimate connection. a shuddering, frustrated sound tore from his throat at the sight of it. unable to bear even an inch of distance between you, he immediately dove back in, completely swallowing your breathless gasp.
and oh, how you loved the way he completely surrendered to you. so utterly consumed by the very thought of you.
breaking the kiss with a heavy pant, his large hands slid up your waist, gripping your hips tightly, anchoring you to him. “need you,” he mumbled, burying his face in your neck now, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your pulse point.
“i’ve been so good for so long, baby. let me be bad for you. just you.”
