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18+ MDNI | NSFW – GIYUU TOMIOKA

Thinking about GIYUU who'd have you chest to chest, your useless legs thrown over his shoulders, him pressing you down into the bed as his cock rams into your cunt with slow, messy thrusts as his hips stutter.

He's panting into your ear like a dog in heat, both of you acting like you're two bunnies going at for hours. How many times did he cum inside you already? Four–? No, five times maybe? His cum is dripping out of your already filled pussy, making a huge mess on the now cum-stained sheets. His cock twitches inside of your cunt, and he whimpers oh-so-prettily against your ear.

He'd have his face buried in the crook of your neck, hands gripping your hips like he's afraid he'll float away if he did. His pants are getting louder and heavier, hotness hitting your skin. Whimpers leaving his pretty plump lips, moaning into your skin.

He plants kisses under your ear, rutting into your messy pussy like he'll die if he stays still for too long. Biting at your earlobe, nipping and kissing around your ear as he makes the prettiest sounds imaginable.

"Hahh~ ngh‐ agh! Darli–ing! Hngh, please, please, please, just—just one more, okay?"

His teeth graze the space below your ear, and you swear that the same moment Giyuu gripped your thighs and pushed them up your chest, he had lost himself completely in pleasure.

The fat head of his cock hit your cervix repeatedly, and when he finally shot his sticky load into your sensitive cunt, his deep blue eyes rolled back and he let out the prettiest, filthiest moan known to mankind.

Save to say, you two went for another round when his cum didn't want to stay inside you.

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Zuko loves fuckin’ you in a mating press

You’re on round four—no, five?—and you’ve completely lost count. The clock on the nightstand says it’s been almost three hours since you’d argued about who could last longer and Zuko first pushed you down onto his bed, taunting, “Let’s see how long you can keep up with me, princess.”

Turns out? Not as long as him.

Zuko’s still going like he could do this all night. Hell, like he could do this all week. Sweat’s dripping down his sculpted chest, black hair sticking to his forehead in messy strands.

His hips snap into you with the same relentless rhythm he started with. “Fuuuck, Z-Zuko—hnngh—slow down—ahh!” You’re gasping, nails digging into his shoulders as another orgasm makes your pussy clench tighter.

Your thighs are trembling around his waist, pussy clenching around his thick cock like it’s trying to milk him dry for the hundredth time tonight. Everything’s so wet—your slick, his cum from the last round, the squelches from your soaked pussy.

He laughs, leaning down to bite at your collarbone. “Aww, already tapping out? But you feel so good, princess. This pretty little pussy’s so wet.” He rolls his hips in a slow grind, dragging the head of his cock through your folds before thrusting again. “Look at you… all fucked out and still taking me so well. That’s my girl.”

You whine, head tossing back against the pillow. “I can’t—nghh—I’m gonna—again—!”

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock again?” He speeds up just enough to make you orgasm again. “Fuck I love you, baby. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”

He keeps going—switching positions whenever you think you’re about to pass out, using his stupidly endless stamina like it’s nothing. By the time the sky outside starts to lighten, you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost track, and Zuko’s finally starting to sound a little worn himself.

His hips lose their perfect rhythm as he chases his own release for what feels like the tenth time tonight. He thrusts hard, punctuating each word. “See? Told—you—we’d—have—fun.” as he continues to stroke into your overfilled, overstimulated slick pussy. “How about round six after a quick nap?”

You turn around to look at him, body sore from being folded every which way. “Zuko, no.”

“C’mon princess? What’s one more?”

Synopsis... While on vacation at Ember Island, your two best friends discover that you struggle with low self-esteem, and decide to cheer you up in the best way.

Pairing: Sokka x reader x Zuko

Warnings: Smut MDNI; FEM!Reader; threesome; size kink grrr; cervíx kíssing; p in v; pet names, swéaring; matíng presses; multiple positions; oral (m & f receiving), kissing both Zuko and Sokka; If you squint, the characters have a crush on the reader; dirty talk; fingering pssy; unprotected s; tummy bulges; creampiess; hEADLOCKS; hair pulling; squirting. —this is for the girls, the bi and their wifes (reader).

[ 🌸 ] brrr--my spirit animal is Toph because she also fall in love with the hot guy

esteemed prince zuko has a thing for cramming his cock inside you to the absolute hilt, so much so that his balls are squished against your ass and there's absolutely no more room for him to fit inside you even if he could, then rubs the swollen, heavy head of his cock against your womb, watching as each time he ruts his hips forward, a little indent forms in your tummy.

sometimes, he won't even thrust anymore, just keeps his cock inside you so you're forced to feel each of the dull throbs his cock gives and the veins lining his cock squished against your tender walls, while rolling his hips so your poor womb and his big tip kiss, as he likes to call it.

his favorite part is how your walls cling to him as he does it, how your pussy sucks him in and is firmly adamant in keeping him in place, especially when he just thrusts as is, no pulling back, just bucking his hips to force his cock deeper, deeper, deeper. even though there's no more space.

and when he does pull back a little, agonizingly slow and only halfway, he watches as your folds cling onto him, muscles wrapped tightly around his cock and tugging him back for more when he tries to move. he can't bear to move any more than halfway before he's thrustinng back in even slower than when he was pulling out, letting you feel every single inch stretching you out before he repeats that motion again and again until both of you cum. and afterwards, too. he won't stop until your poor pussy is overflowing with his load and leaking rivulets onto his sheets.

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Zuko knows how to eat pussy

cw: explicit, squirting, riding Zuko’s face.

“Zuko—fuck—” you gasp, grabbing the headboard for balance as his tongue immediately drags a thick, wet stripe through your folds. He’s so fucking pussy drunk, eyes fluttering shut as his nose presses right against your clit while his tongue pushes inside you, fucking in and out in messy strokes.

You look down between your legs and the sight nearly ruins you—Zuko’s face shiny with your slick, cheeks flushed dark, hair a complete wreck from how hard you’re gripping it. His golden eyes crack open just enough to lock onto yours and he moans louder when he catches you staring.

“Ride my face,” he rasps, pulling back just enough to speak before diving right back in, tongue flattening to lap broad strokes through your folds. “C’mon, princess—use me. Ride me.”

Your hips start rolling on their own, grinding down against his tongue as he sucks and licks. “Zuko—right there—fuck—” You whine as you start riding him harder, smothering him with your soaked pussy.

His hands slide up to grip your ass, squeezing hard as he pulls you down even tighter against his mouth. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he mumbles right against your clit, the words vibrating through you. He sucks the swollen bud between his lips, flicking his tongue fast and sloppy while you rock against his face. “Taste so fucking good… keep going, just like that.”

You’re practically bouncing on his tongue now, hips rolling in sloppy circles while he laps at you. You’re riding his face with zero shame now, “Zuko—I’m—fuck, I’m close—” you whimper, one hand fisting tighter in his hair while the other braces against the headboard.

Your juices are everywhere, coating his cheeks, his tongue, while his hands spread your ass wider, one thick finger teasing your tight little hole. Your thighs clamp around his head as you grind down one last time, gushing all over his tongue and chin.

“Fuck, princess,” he rasps when you finally slump forward, giving your slit one last soft kiss. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand but it doesn’t do much. “C’mere I wanna watch you ride my cock.”

You stare down at him, chest heaving, trying to catch your breath. Your fingers are still tangled in his messy hair before lowering yourself onto his hard thick girth and begin to bounce.

There was one thing you did want to know though…and that was, “So Zuko, where’d you learn how to eat pussy like that?”

Yeah, there was no way he was gonna be able to talk himself outta this one.

satoru has always been envious of you despite him being smarter than you.

watching you walk around campus completely ignoring him just to talk to groupies pissed him the fuck off. 

he wants acknowledgment, yet he will never ask or walk up to you and speak because, to him, you’re still beneath him.

lucky for him, it all came crashing down on his lap when you got him confused for his brother and ended up fucking him at a party.

the next day when you realized you were confused and very annoyed that he didn't even think of telling you he wasn’t his brother, but he did it on purpose. 

he's been eyeing you all semester, jerking himself off to the thought of you letting him take you over his desk.

flipping up your skirt and fucking you while you praise him pathetically, telling him how much smarter he is than you and how you’re just a slut made to get fucked by him.

though it didn't happen the first time he fucked you, like in his disgusting imagination, it started a few times after. 

his hand on the back of your head, pushing your face into the mattress while he fucks you, his other hand gripping your hip hard, his grip brutal, slamming his hips into your ass hard, watching the way it jiggles. 

your screams sinking into the mattress, his dick hitting your sweet spots with ease, making sure to roll his hips so he can watch you tremble almost falling from position. 

“keep your fucking hips up.” 

still slamming into you while your body slowly starts to fall out of the arch, making him smack your ass repeatedly, pushing your head harder into the mattress.

“p…please! i can’t breathe.”

he only keeps going, pushing even deeper just to hear you whine more… you love it, you love it so much. 

satoru fucks you like no one else; he gets you going. he's the only one who can have your body cramping and trembling from the ongoing orgasms he gives you. 

crumbling in his grip, your body can’t keep up.

the goal wasn't to hurt you, having you scream in pain and cry, but instead to cry from all the pleasure he was giving you because it made you his, forcing your hips to stay up while he fucks you until he's tired and you're limp like a ragdoll.

gojo satoru was a menace, in bed. the body of a god, endurance like you've never seen before, well endowed beyond need.

perhaps thats why he's managed to ruin you every time he headlocks you in pronebone.

“please— wanna to feel you, feel you deeper. you’re so tight around me, haah... fuck— milking me dry,” he gasps between moans, dick pulsing wildly.

his balled tapped against your clit, hot breath grazing your ears as he pants against you.

“toru—“ you whined. “please... stop— i... i can't!”

“yes you can,” he coaxed though his own voice was hoarse, his body weight pressed against you, making it impossible to squirm away. “please. jus’ a little more. wanna stuff you full of my cum baby.. please?”

you don’t know how many times you’ve cum. five? ten? more? you lost count after the third time. everything’s wet, flushed, throbbing. his cock is still aching inside you, twitching like it hasn’t already ruined you, like he hasn't ruined himself on the taste of your cunt.

all that let your mouth was a pathetic moan. he slowly pulled out of you, and your hips bucked back, trying to meet him again. the he hucked his hips forwards, again. once. twice. three times. rubbing against that spot inside of you that turned your brain to mush.

"atta girl... taking me so well— fuck—" satoru was almost whimpering now, his free arm snaking around you. he shoved you into an obscene arch, so that the curve of your ass squished back on him. his fingers snaked down to your clit, rubbing figure eights on the peaked nub.

every inch of him was stuffed inside of you, pressing deep, deep inside of you until you saw stars. all his weight was on you in a suffocating, yet dizzying way, caging you in until every thought was only him, and even then, those turned to mush.

all you could think about was that shnap! shnap! shnap! with every thrust of his.

satoru was feeling everything too. the tightening of your thighs, the squeeze of your cunt fluttering around him; slowly it was becoming too much for him too. he didn't stop though, he kept rubbing, hitting every spot inside of you, so deep you couldn't even moan anymore, all you could do was drool helplessly on his bicep.

the band in your stomach threatened to snap, as you slapped helplessly at his bicep to no avail. your nails dug into his skin, and he moaned.

"pretty girl... lets cum together— o-okay...? ah— fuck— squeezing me so tight," his voice was hoarse in your ear, that specfic inntonation that made the band snap in your stomach.

satoru fucked you through the spasming of your fluttering cunt, his own hips stuttering along with your orgasm. his eyes fluttered, and he collapsed against you, panting.

"one more... please?"

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── .✦ asking bestfriend!gojo for sex advice (wc - 1.6k)

your best friend satoru gojo is the worst person to ask for dating advice. but he's also the only one you trust with this. your first real date in forever is tonight, and you're panicking in his apartment, pacing in a slinky dress that suddenly feels too much.

"satoru," you blurt, cheeks burning. "i... haven't kissed anyone in years. like, properly. what if i suck at it? can you... help? just show me how? so i don't embarrass myself?"

he lounges on the couch, all long limbs and smirking blue eyes, blindfold pushed up like a headband. "you? suck at kissing?" he laughs, but his gaze drops to your lips, lingering. "i don't think so. but sure. c'mere."

you straddle his lap hesitantly, heart hammering. his hands settle light on your hips, casual. "relax. start slow. like this." he cups your jaw, tilting your face down. his lips brush yours—soft, teasing. then firmer, parting them with his tongue. it's electric. he tastes like mint and sugar, licking into your mouth lazy and deep, showing you the rhythm. "see? follow me. good girl, just like that."

you melt into it, kissing back, hands fisting his shirt. his grip tightens. "y-yeah... tilt your head more. open wider. fuck, you're a quick learner." his voice roughens, breath hot against your lips. the kiss turns hungry, his teeth nipping your bottom lip. you whimper, grinding down instinctively, feeling him harden beneath you.

he groans, pulling back just enough to stare, eyes dark. "wait. that's not... you're supposed to save this for the date."

"i know, but—"

satoru pulls back, eyes wide, breath ragged. his hands freeze on your hips, but he doesn't let go. you're still straddling him, lips swollen from kissing, core throbbing from the accidental grind. he glances down at where you're pressed together, his sweats tented obviously. "you trying to kill me here? one second you're asking for kissing tips, next you're... fuck." he shifts, cock twitching under you, and you both hiss.

"sorry! i didn't mean—" you start to scramble off, mortified, but his grip tightens, keeping you in place.

"no, stay." his voice drops, thumb stroking your thigh. blue eyes lock on yours, intense. "just... breathe. okay? dates aren't all tongue and humping. gotta build it up. foreplay. that's what you're missing." he smirks, but it's strained, like he's holding himself back. "lemme show you. properly."

"foreplay?" you echo, pulse racing.

"yeah. like this." his hand slides up your bare thigh under the dress, slow, giving you time to stop him. fingertips ghost over your skin, raising goosebumps. "start light. make him want it." he cups your ass gently, squeezing once. "feel that?"

you nod, biting your lip as heat pools low. he leans in, kissing your neck—soft, open-mouthed, tongue flicking your pulse. "the neck's sensitive. suck here, not too hard." he demonstrates, drawing a moan from you. his free hand trails up your back, fingers dancing along your spine. "and touch him everywhere. not just the obvious spots."

"t-toru..." your hands find his chest, exploring like he said. firm muscle under soft shirt. he shudders when you brush a nipple.

"see? good. now lower." his palm flattens over your stomach, dipping between your legs—but not inside. just presses against your panties, rubbing slow circles over the fabric. "shit… you're soaked already." you're rocking into his hand without thinking. he groans low. "fuck, yeah. perfect."

"i-is this... how you'd do it?" you whisper, hazy.

he stills, eyes darkening. "for you? yeah. but slower. i'd take my time." his finger hooks the edge of your panties, sliding it aside, but pauses. "show me what you learned. touch me."

when higuruma had asked you, the gorgeous stranger he'd been ogling for weeks, on a date, he'd been prepared for a rejection, but it had hurt nonetheless. still, he'd been willing to accept your offer of a more casual relationship, as you'd explained dryly that you had other commitments to attend to, and you couldn't prioritize him if you were pursuing a serious relationship. sex was better than nothing to him, was his reasoning, and gosh, his first time fucking you had been a dream.

the two of you were perfectly in sync. higuruma somehow found all your weak spots in one night, made you cum on his tongue and fingers in record time, and sheathed himself inside your warm, slick hole straight after.

you were so wet, twitching and sensitive that it was no secret how much you were enjoying yourself. worse, he made the two of you do it in missionary and held your hands the whole time, so he got to see every bit of your face screwed up in pleasure as his obscenely big cock filled you up.

the idiot didn't even realize how big he was, for fucks sake. freakishly huge, and even your wetness, which had been seeping down the insides of your thighs, hadn't helped much. he had to coax the whole thing in inch by inch, and the whole time he'd been blubbering about how tight you were. it was his fault, not yours. his fault for having such a weirdly big dick.

but once higuruma was sheathed comfortably inside you, you took him perfectly. you milked him with your plush walls until he finished in the condom he was using, and that had been the night he'd come more than he'd ever had before.

after that night, he knew you were made for him. and though you were only sexual partners for now, he knew he was planning to make you his in due time.

which is why he takes his time with you the next time you meet up to fuck.

and he won't shut up.

you're splayed in higuruma's bed, one of his puffy pillows pushed into your face to hide your expression and stifle your embarrassingly loud moans as he pumps his thick, dexterous fingers into your puffy cunt.

"sweetheart, um... are you alright?" he just about croons down at you, curling the two fingers he has in you to push down on your gummy walls and drag the pads back and forth. "you're being so quiet down there... do you not like it?" he spreads you open a little more with his free hand, fingers pumping in and out of you maddeningly slow.

you're biting down on the pillow so hard you're worried it'll tear, eyes rolling back. he's so good at this, annoyingly so. he twists his long fingers back and forth experimentally, seeing if you'll react more to that. you let out a little muffled whimper, clenching your teeth harder to keep your noise to an absolute minimum. you'd hate to give him the satisfaction of knowing he made you even half as amazing as you feel right now.

your eyes burn with tears of pleasure as your first orgasm of the night hits you. he lets out a little gasp, seeing your body quiver as pearlescent juices leak down his wrist and the back of your legs. "already?" he asks curiously. he's not even trying to mock you, he's being sincere. he's surprised he made you came that fast. "i didn't even get my third finger yet."

your face is hot. burning, actually, and you're quivering like a virgin as the shocks of your orgasm remain coursing through your body. "s-shut up." you choke out. "just keep going. i'm fine."

he pauses. at this point, he really wants to see your face so he can get a better read on how you're doing, but he knows you won't listen to him if he tries. "alright..." he says softly, rubbing your swollen folds that are now dripping with your release. "i'm gonna do a third finger now."

"or you could just put your cock in." you snap back, your heart pounding so loud it echoes in your ears. you can barely hear the sound of your own voice. he shakes his head and stuffs in a third finger to join the other two. you jolt, eyes flying open as he starts to finger you again. "can't yet." he says. "i don't wanna hurt you." the digits curl and press down on your puffy and slick inner walls.

when he finds spots that make you twitch and let out muffled moans, he focuses his attention there, continuously rubbing and pushing the pads of his fingers against the weakest spots inside you to try and and wring another orgasm out of you.

he would keep going, because he loves when he makes you cum so much, but by now, his dick is ready to burst out of his pants, pushing uncomfortably against his zipper and giving a dull throb any time you so much as shift your hips closer to him. he doesn’t want to cum in his pants and disappoint you, so he decides to put an end to the teasing and fuck you for real.

you obviously don’t know his plan yet because your face is still buried in the pillow, but you lift your head when you hear him rifle around for a condom and slip it on his cock. you look back and see how angry and flushed the tip looks, dripping thick precum down his shaft and coating the inside of the condom. he does have such a pretty, big cock. you would tell him if he wasn't so strange.

“hurry up.” you spit impatiently, to which he obeys like a well trained dog. he knows by now it’s best to just do what you say and not fight back or you’ll have a tantrum, scream at him, or even leave. he doesn’t want that. he nods quickly, fixing his hands around your hips, and pulling you up gently before aligning his dick with your drooling hole. “it‘s gonna be a big stretch at first.” he whispers to you reassuringly as if you hadn’t had sex with him before.

“i looked into this stuff. i don’t wanna go too fast and hurt you. that’s why i took so long fingering you.” higuruma swallows and continues to stumble over his words. “im just… on the bigger side, and you’re really tight-”

you cut him off before he can say anything else. he’s so patronizing and he doesn’t even mean to be. so what if it’s a tight fit? you already know, for fucks sake! why does he have to insist on babying you and being so fucking dramatic about everything?

sick of his incessant chatter, you reach back and push his dick inside you on your own, immediately regretting your rash decision as the thick stretch immediately hits you, your pussy struggling to accommodate his size. you fall forward once more as he winces, holding back from finishing in the condom already. “fu-fuck, i told you to wait.” he groans, pushing your hands down because he doesn’t trust you to behave anymore.

he pushes his dick in further, your walls sucking him in deeper helping him fill you up more. he throws his head back and groans, hands digging roughly into your hips. the feeling of your pussy around him, though slightly obstructed by the condom, is indescribable. the only thing that would make this better is having you on your back so he can see your pretty face all screwed up with pleasure, and getting rid of that condom.

he finally bottoms out, heavy balls coming in contact with your ass and pushing into the crevice while his tip shoves into your cervix. you let out a squeal, hands flying back to try and push him back so you don't tear around his big cock, but your pussy has already adapted for him, even if you're not aware of it yet.

you dump your body forward once more, and he braces his hands on either side of your head, trying to catch your eyes. "why are you hiding?" he pants, starting a rhythm once more. pushing forward on his palms, he somehow wedges his cock deeper in you, and you shudder, little rivulets of slick leaking out around his cock and slipping out of the condom, into you.

he grunts at the way you clench around him with each roll of his hips as he grinds his mushroom tip into your womb. "i want to see you," he pants out, followed by a choked gasp of your name as your walls milk his cock. you squeeze even more when he drags his cock over your sweet spot, letting out little muffled whines into the pillow.

it frustrates higuruma deeply that he can't hear or see you because you insist on smushing your face into the silk pillowcase. it's just to spite him since you know how much he likes all your reactions. and he just likes you. he wants to see your pretty face and know if he's fucking you right, but you just won't let him.

gently, he grabs a fistful of your hair and lifts your head as he pulls out of you, pushing back inside you deliberately slow with his eyes fixed on your face so he can see the way your face contorts with pleasure. "you're so pretty," he says, mesmerized, as he continues fucking you, making sure he bottoms out with every thrust as his balls slap into your ass.

you're not even coherent anymore, at this point. your head is spinning and foggy with the amount of pleasure he's inflicting on you, your back arching as he tugs your hair and makes you look into his deep, dark eyes each time he drags his tip over that sensitive spot inside you.

"higuruma, i can't- it's too much..."

"no such thing as too much where I'm concerned," he says, changing the position again to wrap his arm around your throat, bicep pushing up on your chin to keep your head tilted up. no way for you to hide now. he pushes his body onto yours, fucking you in prone with his length dragging through your walls so slow that you can nearly feel the veins twisting along his cock. if only that stupid condom wasn't on. "you can take everything i give you."

"t-take fuck- t-take off the condom, then." you plead, letting out a moan as he pulls back and stretches you out again torturously slow. he pauses, seeing the pleading look in your tear filled eyes, and stops to consider for a moment. but every thought leaves his head the moment your eyes roll back and drool drips down your chin and onto his arm as he stops inside you again, his cock pulsing hotly inside you and putting pressure on your insides.

higuruma pulls out slowly with a wet pop, fisting his cock and pulling off the slick condom and tossing it haphazardly somewhere onto the bed, then pushes back into you raw. "gosh. is that better?" his voice comes out strangled as he fucks you raw. the loss of the condom is immediately apparent. higuruma's cock feels even bigger as it slides in and out of your slick pussy, your juices mixing together and forming a creamy ring around the base of his thick cock, soaking the neat patch of hair on his pelvis.

"y-yeah, better,"

he pushes his chest to your back, grinding his cock into you. he's not even thrusting properly at this point, and with his way his cock is throbbing inside you and leaking steadily, you know he's ready to cum. you know you're close too, but you won't allow yourself to cum while he's looking into your eyes. when you try to look away though, he just tightens his arm around your neck, panting down in your face. "look at me. we're going to cum together, you understand?"

your brain whirls as he starts to fill you up, and you can't hold back anymore, squeezing around him and soaking his cock with your juices while he fills you up with his load, hot cum coating and sticking to your walls.

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