bella

“tell me something pretty about yourself.”

toji fushiguro has your body naked in front of the mirror and his warm hands groping your hips. he lets his pinky slide up your puffy, wet slit—just a graze, just over your clit—and he doesn’t let your eyes leave the mirror as he draws back his pinky dripping with your slick.

“go on, princess,” he rasps into your neck. “m’listening.”

but he’s not just listening. your boyfriend is still in his boxers—unfair, really, because you’re clad in nothing & the room is too warm & your thighs are trembling from both the heat and the pressure. he wraps himself around you and slides his hands up to your tits. he gropes your breast once and lets his hands fall away.

your mouth dries. “i can’t.”

but your hips are bucking into him. rolling against his clothed cockhead as your pussy drools from the anticipation. toji laughs, chest warm against your back as he pinches your clit, forcing your hips to stutter & a whine to leave your lips. “y’got a pretty mouth, dollface. wanna hear you use it.”

in the mirror your thighs are still aching, chest heaving, and toji fushiguro has slipped his cock out of his shorts. you’re not sure you heard his waistband snap but his cock is there, flushed and swollen and dripping with precum.

"you see that ?" he murmurs, breath hot against your neck as he pumps himself in his fist all heavy & slow. "see what you do to me, sweetheart? standing there all pretty and wet?”

he lets the soaked head tap against your ass—once, twice—before dragging it lower between your thighs, letting it slip through your slick folds without pushing inside. your pussy flutters at the teasing, & toji watches your chest heave in the mirror through bleary eyes.

"you want this?" he murmurs, cockhead nudging your throbbing folds from behind. "want my cock in this pussy, baby?” he lets his precum smear over the folds. “start talking.”

you swallow, eyes glazed with lust and hips stuttering as you force the courage to speak. “i…i have nice tits.”

“breasts,” toji growls into your neck. “breasts, dollface. say it properly.”

Despite having gotten him to fold once, Clark still prefers missionary or lotus position, anything where he sees his pretty girl’s face. He feels like an animal when he does it. Why would he treat his darling like that? Didn’t you like kissing him? Looking into his eyes when you came? Every time you suggest it, Clark gets all pouty and sad.

No, Clark wasn’t an animal. But he was a Kryptonian, and that came with its own quirks, such as sporadic periods of time where his body wanted one thing; to fuck. He’d been feeling off the whole week, off-kilter in a way that Superman couldn’t. Waking up on a Friday came with immediate pain in his stomach, and a half-terrified you fussing over him. You’d gotten Kara on the line. Maybe she could bring him to the Fortress, have the robots and stuff look him over?

“Oh, he’ll be alright.” Kara snorts. “He’s going through a rut.”

“A what now?”

“When Kryptonians find their partner, sometimes we go into ruts. Clark just needs to fuck and he’ll be fiiine.” Kara drawls.

Clark, the sweet boy that he is, is horrified at how base and animalistic that sounds. Fucking, just for the sake of it? And for him? He couldn’t.

But one well placed kiss on his jawline has Kal-El taking over. First he has you in missionary, but your legs keep getting in the way. With a growl, Kal-El shoves your legs up and over his shoulders.

"Clark- wai- oh gosh!" You squeal as he leans forward, nearly folding you in half. He doesn't slow down, thrusting hard and heavy with his balls smacking against your ass. Your pussy flutters around his shaft weakly, barely able to keep up. But even this mean mating press isn’t deep enough for Clark.

He yanks out and presses you face first into the mattress, slamming back in.

“Ah!” A cry tears out of your throat as Clark’s hips piston back and forth. You can feel each and every ridge, his veins throbving heavily. Your orgasm nearly hurts when it finally slams into you, choking his cock. Clark just groans as he grinds the tip of his cock right into your cervix, pouring his seed right into your womb.

Come teach me a kinder way               to say my own name.

and he's warned you so many times to stop touching his face and tugging his hair and crawling onto his lap because it's giving everyone, including him, the wrong idea, but you just don't listen... even when you all are outside around a fire supposedly talking and reminiscing about your past all you wanna do is put your little hands all over zuko's body, and he just grabs you and pushes you down onto his cot and folds you in half with your legs hanging up in the air and his body fitted between yours, a literal makeshift mating press, with his bulge pressed firmly against the soft mound between your legs... he can't tell if he was harder now or before all this because you'd been touching him so long and his cock had been throbbing in his pants even before he got you like this.

engel : i can't go to work like this, half of everyone on this place will think and see im a WHORE because of you

König : are they wrong?

engel :

engel : you're sleeping on the floor tonight