The Jester’s Return

You and him have done… things before but, never sex. Or at least, you’ve never had his cock inside you. Maybe you’ve sucked him off once or twice and maybe he’s returned the favor two or, six times but—who’s keeping track of all that? The point is, you’ve never had traditional sex with the guy.

He was more of your roommate-with-benefits at the end of the day, if you needed someone to help you get off after a long and stressful day, Toji was offering himself to you and the same vice versa. 

So when he suggests recreating a sex scene with you, the last thing you expected was what the actual scene itself was…

“Well, what is it?” You ask curiously, turning your head to look up and the man who was already right beside you.

Toji tips his head to the side and keeps his eyes focused on the screen, “Watch it and see for yourself.”

Feeling slightly annoyed by how he suggested something to you only to not explain what it is he wants to do, you just turn back to the TV and do just that—watching as the movie plays out.

You think you’re turned on rather quickly once the two character on screen start fucking like goddamn rabbits—position after position, moan after moan, and noticeably rough sex occurring onscreen. There’s one position in particular that Toji nudges you at, to which your eyes widen and you tense up.

The man on screen has his partner in a headlock as they fuck them from behind. All you can do is bat your lashes as the scene with that position plays out far longer than the others, words of filth being muttered and the moans sounding awfully real.

Your mouth opens to ask your roommate something but he’s already in your ear before you get the chance to, “Yeah, I wanna try that with ya’,” Toji whispers.

A wave of heat flashes over your entire body and you’re squeezing your legs together at the thought alone. Toji behind you like that, shoving his fat angry cock inside you while his beefy arm constricts around your throat, limiting air from you and—

Yeah, you weren’t shying away from that offer, even though you had your fears.

“T-Toji, you wanna-, hah, you wanna put me in a headlock?” You sputter out in surprise, “We’ve never even had sex in a normal position… I don’t think I can take-”

“You can,” He cuts off rudely, “Jus’ gotta let me prep you. And I’ll be gentle,” He murmurs to you, even though you know that’s a lie, “…’Til you get used to me.”

You chuckle nervously, “I dunno… You-,” A sigh slips from your lips, “You wanna do this now?”

He nods, “Mhm,” Then his hand is moving to yours and he pulls your touch over to his crotch, “Got hard jus’ thinking about it.”

Instinctively, your hand moves to feel around and your fingers shape around his erection, cupping his stupidly hard cock and feeling him throb beneath your touch. You gulp before you glance down at your hand and the way it looks sliding down along his length against his sweats, outlining his shape with your touch and pulling your lower lip into your mouth at the thought.

You remember how difficult it was to fit the guy in your throat so you could only imagine him stretching your pussy open, giving you long and deep thrusts just so you could get used to him, and the way he’d force you to feel every thick inch of his.

“You’re droolin’,” Toji points out suddenly as he brings a hand to your face and swipes his calloused thumb across the corner of your lips, bringing his finger to his mouth moments later, “Figured you’d like this just as much as me but look atcha’,” He licks whatever taste from your mouth he got off of his thumb. “A mess already, tsk.” He teases.

You’re just sitting there with your eyes still on his cock straining against his sweatpants, trying to mentally prepare yourself to have that inside you. You swallow thickly, “Toji…”

“Hm?” He hums lowly with a slight cock of his head.

You bring your gaze up to him and his green eyes are already low on yours, “I wanna do it.”

Famous last words…

The smirk that stretched across his scared lips was probably one of the most sexy looks you’ve ever seen on the man. Not to mention the immediate jump of his cock in reaction to your agreement.

And in God knows how many minutes, your clothes were scattered on the floor and he had you bent over on the couch as he prepped you with his fingers. Toji knows how big his dick is– hell, he’s a little too aware of it, so he had to make sure you were extra soaked for him.

Talking to you in that rasp and deep tone of his, “I think you can take me jus’ fine,” He murmurs to you, fucking his fingertips deeper inside yo u with each passing second, “You’re already takin’ three of my fingers so, what’s the difference?”

You moan against the couch cushion your cheek is currently resting against, “Mgh, your cock i-is waaay bigger,” You admit in a horny little slur.

Of course he smiles at that, glad you can’t see his face right now because your words only stroke his ego more and more, “Is it?” As Toji asks you that, he drags his fingers out of you, moving to suck your most recent orgasm off of them before repositioning himself behind you. Then he shrugs, “I dunno, I don’t think there’s that much of a difference..”

He’s still talking but you’re refusing to believe a thing he says. You’ve had your fair share of studying his cock up close so you already knew how he’d feel inside you. Even so, you feel a glob of spit land on your cunt and it makes you flinch out of your thoughts. After that is followed by something fat and hard pressing in between your folds.

The arch in your back furthers and your lips part, “Toji?” You whisper.

A big hand comes down on your ass before he’s gripping onto you, “Mhm, that’s me you feel,” He teases, his other hand busy rubbing his cockhead up and down your sopping slit.

You think a moan leaves your lips already at the mere tease of his cock, “I don’t think-”

“You’ve been doin’ a little too much of that lately,” He huffs, lifting his tip from you before letting it smack against your pussy a few times and then smiling to himself at how wet you were, “Just let me take care of ya’, I'm not gonna hurt you unless you want me to, silly girl.”

A little mumbled curse is heard coming from your mouth but Toji’s only response to that is easing his hips forwards, squeezing his tip inside you slowly as he watches the way you turn your head to stuff your face into the cushion and your hands gripping onto the couch. Toji takes it slow at first, easing his tip in and out of you a few times until you relax a little.

Then he’s pushing an inch or two inside you and he can hear your muffled moans against the couch. Not to mention the way you move a hand back as if to push him away already.

Toji just rolls his eyes at that point, “I’m not even halfway in,” He chuckles, “Relax f’me.”

You try, you really do. It is a bit difficult but you try not to be so tense as he continues to push into you. It’s the first thrust that really had you gasping and holding onto the couch for dear life because after that, Toji repeats the action—drawing his hips all the way back before thrusting himself in fully, all the way to the hilt of your cunt. You’re practically clawing at the cushion below you and your eyes are tearing up from the sheer stretch of his cock.

You could feel him in every corner of your dripping cunt, his thick shaft leaving you gasping for air and his sharp hips clashing against your ass. You hardly register the groans he’s letting out or the curses about how tight you are.

His hands are everywhere on your ass as things start off slow, a few thrusts in and he feels your walls clamp around him before you’re cumming already. He hadn’t even gotten you into the position he wanted you in and you were already whining his name. Toji grips onto the fat of your ass, spreading you further for him as he watched his bulging angry cock ease in and out of you, your sloppy juices coating his veins and dripping all over the damn place.

The mess makes him smirk, “Fuckin’ filthy,” He hums. Then he’s leaning down and you feel your heart sink because after that, a surprisingly gentle hand is creeping around your neck before he lifts your face up. Getting a good look at you, he meets your gaze with a smirk before whispering, “You okay?”

The way he checks on you had your cunt squeezing around him again. “M-Mhm,” You mumble, mouth messy with drool and lashes coated with tears that’d yet to fall yet.

Toji tips his head to the side, still gently rocking his hips into yours and barely humping his cock in and out of you, “Ready to keep goin’?”

It takes you a second to agree to that but when you feel his tip brush against somewhere particularly sweet inside you, you nod eagerly, “Uhuh,” You murmur almost dumbly.

All he can do is smile and lean back up, “C’mere then,” Toji instructs. You follow suit and lean up with him. “Tip ya’ head back for me, here,” He’s still buried inches inside you but he’s instructing you with no problem, moving a hand to your chin to tip your head back, “Just keep lookin’ at me for a second, m'kay?”

You let out a shaky breath of air before keeping your eyes back on his, feeling and watching him lean closer to you and then slowly wrap an arm around your neck, making your breath hitch slightly.

“You sure you're ready for this, doll?” Toji asks as he soon has you take your eyes off of his so he can lock your head into place, “Might break ya’,” He teases.

Your hands move to feel his arm around your neck, caressing his skin before you smile a little, “That’s okay,” You whisper in response, your excitement getting the better of you, “You can break me a little, Toji.”

His hold on your head isn’t the tightest yet, since he doesn’t literally wanna choke you out but, it’s tight enough to where you can’t move and his next thrust has you gasping again. And then it all goes downhill from there because Toji swears you’ve only gotten tighter since he’s put you in this position and you’re so soaked that you’re drippin’ down your thighs.

He can’t help but get a little rough with you. The first few movements were merely experimental but the second you’re comfortable and start moaning for more, Toji’s pouring out a heavy groan right into your ear as he starts to really fuck you. 

The couch creaks and your cunt is so loud and messy as his heavy balls smack against you with each bruising thrust of his angry cock. You could feel him throbbing and pulsing deep inside you every time you uttered his name in pleasure. The position had you weak, your legs shaking within minutes and your nails scratching at his arm.

All as he whispered filthy things in your ear, “So fuckin’ messy for me,” He huffs, earnig a whine from you, “You like this, huh? Like bein’ my messy lil’ thing?”

“T-Toji, oh fu-uck, s’too much-,” You choke, feeling his arm tighten around you just to shut you up.

“You're takin’ it juuust fine, baby,” His tone is far to sweet for the way he’s bullying your pussy right now, stretching you and fucking you so full that it was getting hard to think.

His hips were harsh against yours, smack after smack, making your moans come out in a stutter and a slur as he murmured degrading little nicknames into your ear seconds later.

“Gonna cum for me again? I’ve already gotcha’ folded up like some whore-, mgh… it's the least you could do for me, doll,” Toji grunts into your ear, his swollen cockhead pounding right into where you need him most.

Your eyes practically roll to the back of your skull and you’re spasming, “Tojii, I c-can’t-, ah, hahh-, hnngh.. p-please,” You mewl, dewy slicks from your cunt glistening all over his fat cock that it even has him panting and losing his breath.

His lips are right against your ear, breath warm and dick throbbing wildly inside you with the way he doesn’t let up on you for even one moment, “One more, pretty. Jus’ gimme one more,” He whispers.

Your breath hitches and you can feel your orgasm building right back up, you were so close and he was fucking you just right. His hold on you gets a little tighter and he pinpoints his thrusts deeper against your sloppy pussy, the filthy squelches only growing louder and louder before you’re whimpering his name.

Toji kisses the tip of your ear softly—feeling the way your cunt just sloshes around his cock and making his eyes go back. You were squeezing him so tightly that it was almost hard to cram his cock into you. Your pussy was so damn heavenly that Toji felt lightheaded for a moment, despite you being the one getting choked out right now.

Before he knows it, he’s fucking a thick creamy load of cum inside you while grunting your name out through slightly gritted teeth. The way you were moaning and whining in return drove him crazy, the sight of your jaw dangling open, drool sliding down your chin, tears rolling down your face—the entire sight and feel of you had his head spinning in pleasure.

Which is exactly why he’s emptying himself into you while you milk him for all he’s worth. He doesn’t even realize he’s released you from that headlock until the sounds of your moans are muffled again. Toji barely remembers shoving your face down and pressing a hand into your arch before ramming whatever's left of his cum deeper inside you.

Then there was the way your legs were shaking and how filthy it was to watch his cum drip out of you as he pulled out. Oh, he was definitely having sex with you again after this.

☆ Choso Kamo — He's too attentive.

You're too focused on the way your favorite actor's busy on the screen going down on the love interest of the movie to realize that Choso's got his eyes everywhere except the TV.

He notices the way you're shifting in your seat, the thumb you bring up to your lips and the nail you nibble on anxiously as the sex scene ahead continues. Choso zones out from the fake slurps and forced moans from the TV, his eyes and ears completely focused on you and you only. Even when you let out a sigh as your thighs squeeze together, he notices.

And he doesn’t mean to stare at you but he couldn’t help it. What about this particular sex scene had you so squirmish? He’s watched them with you before but it was obvious this one was different. Was it the actor? Choso can’t help but glance at the TV to remind himself of who was in the movie, wondering if the big muscular pink-haired man on the TV was your type.

You were practically drooling at this point, hanging off of every word the man said all while Choso quickly put two and two together.

Clearing his throat, you flinch as if you’d been caught doing something you had no business doing, “You alright over there?” Choso hums.

You slowly turn your head to him and your lashes flutter as you pull your thoughts away from where they’d been previously, “U-Uhuh, yeah… Why?” You respond hesitantly.

You were far too caught up in the movie to have noticed how much Choso was paying attention. 

He shrugs, “You keep moving,” Choso points out before looking at the TV, “Is the scene making you uncomfortable or something?”

Your brows twist up, “What? N-No, not at all! It’s actually uh,” You had to pause for a second before you decide to tell him the truth, glancing back at your favorite actor on screen, “Well, that’s one of my favorite actors and the scene is pretty hot.”

“Oh,” Your roommate responds, nodding in acknowledgment, “You like guys like that?”

You snort, “Guys like what?”

“Tall, muscular, face tatts….” Choso lists carefully as he narrows his eyes on the actor ahead, “...Pink hair?”

You roll your eyes, “N-No, I just… Well, okay maybe that is kinda my type.” You’re slow to admit that because as soon as the words leave your lips, you’re looking at your roommate and realizing that aside from the hair color, he pretty much fits that description.

Choso turns his head to you and lifts his brows, “Yeah?” He huffs, smirking a bit, “You do know I basically just described myself, safe for the pink hair…”

“O-Okay… so?”

“So, I kinda resemble your type and your favorite actor.”

“Y’know, now that you mention in,” Your head tilts and you lean a bit closer to Choso, studying his facial features closer, “You two do look like you could be related.”

“Wait seriously?” Choso lets out a laugh, “If so that’s kinda funny since, just like him in this movie, I’ve never given anyone head.”

“You’ve never-,” You choke on whatever it is you were about to say as you realize what he just said. “Huh? You’ve never given anyone head?”

He shrugs, “No?”

And your curiosity practically spirals from there, “Have you had sex before?” You ask.

“Yeah,” Choso smirks at the immediate questions you have for him. “I’m not a virgin. But, well, my mouth is, I guess,” He explains steadily before looking to the TV again.

Your eyes remain fixated on his face, “Do you want to?”

“Want to,” His eyes trail right back over to you, “What?”

You lean in again, “Give someone head?”

“Are you offering?” Choso replies casually, licking his lips seconds afterwards. 

A smile spreads across your face and you try to flip it back onto him, “Nono, are you offering.”

He stares at you for a long moment, trying to figure out the right way to go about all this. Every muscle in his body was telling him to say yes because, technically, he was offering. He’d been offering silently ever since he first said something. You looked so focused on the damn TV that it almost irritated Choso, he could do whatever that actor’s doing ten times better.

…Even if he’s never done it before.

“Yeah,” Choso breathes out, not wanting to pass up on this opportunity in the slightest.

You gulp, “You-”

Before you get to finish, Choso’s shifting against your bed—maybe movie night in your room wasn’t the best idea. He’s moving closer to you and soon placing his hands on the bed at your sides as he brings his face close to yours. Your eyes are all wide and you’ve sat up completely, heart thumping in your chest at how close he’s gotten.

“Cho,” You whisper, watching the way his gaze changes, “You actually wanna-”

“I can do it,” He utters carefully as he places one hand on your thigh and slowly parts your legs for his body to fit in between, “I saw the way you’ve been looking at the screen anyway so, I know you’re worked up.”

“I-I’m not-,” You’re cut off yet again when Choso leans in and his lips brush over yours for a split second before he shifts to kiss your cheek.

Then he trails those soft little kisses over to your ear, “I’ve always wanted to try, y’know…”

“Try what?” You breathe, feeling his breath caress the crown of your ear.

“Pleasing someone with my tongue,” Choso explains, one of his legs sliding up in between yours up until he brushes against your core and you instinctively move a hand to hold onto his arm. To which he smirks, “And you’re needy for it so, just let me try.”

“I’m not needy for anything, I-” Again, he cuts you off. This time he just pushes his leg forward a bit so that he’s fully pressing against your clothed cunt, earning a pathetic little gasp from you.

“You were saying?” Choso taunts as he tips his head down to your neck.

You scoff, “Shut up.”

“Shut me up,” He huffs back before kissing your neck.

“Fine,” Is the last thing you said to him before the two of you started acting on your whims.

He doesn’t even remember what he was thinking or how he got to this point by the time he’s got his face buried between your thighs. He can hardly think of anything else aside from the glistening slick drooling out of your exposed cunt moments after he’d tugged your panties down. Choso swears he’s never seen anything this wet in his life, his eyes hungry as they study your pussy closely before he even thinks about touching you.

All while you lay before him, your legs held open by his big hands and your eyes low on the way he looked, staring at you so lewdly. For someone who’s never even done this before, he damn sure looked as though he were about to devour you like you were his last meal. 

“Shiiit,” Choso whispers as his head tilts along with the excessive dripping from your hole. He’s just watching your cunt twitch and ooze without him even touching you yet. Was his staring doing this to you? (It was). 

You gulp, “Don’t just stare, Cho…”

“But she’s so pretty,” He mumbles, almost in awe at the way your cunt only gets wetter, “And responsive… haven’t even touched her yet ‘nd she’s leaking for me.”

He feels the way your thighs try to closer together out of embarrassment but the steel grip he has on you wasn’t allowing that to happen anytime soon, especially as he finally leans in and does nothing more than plant a sloppy kiss against your even sloppier pussy. The wet little mwah that emits into the air as he pulls away slightly makes both you and him gasp.

“Choso,” You practically whine, “Please don’t tease.”

He licks his lips and glances up at you, “You gotta remember, I don’t really know what m’doing,” Choso mumbles in response while he presses his lips against your cunt once more.

Then, his tongue lulls out and he keeps his eyes on yours as he gets that first raw taste of you. His brows immediately twist up and his tongue slicks upwards as his lips shift to cup your cunt. Choso has no idea what he’s doing but you spasm a bit when he slurps your taste into his mouth and lets out a groan against you.

Completely clueless, Choso just does what he thinks would feel good for you after that and for whatever reason, it fucking works. He swears he’s never given head before but the way his tongue was lapping against you said something entirely different. He swirls the slipper pink muscle upward and he’s at your clit within a few moments, flicking the tip of his tongue against it before just toying with you using his mouth.

All as his eyes remained fixated on you and the way you moan whenever he does something right. It’s so sloppy the way he fucks his tongue inside your drooling hole, digging more and more of your taste out of you so he can get it all inside his mouth. Muttering small, “Tastes s’sweet,” against you as he works his lips and tongue.

Even whenever he pulls away for a few seconds, he just spits on your cunt to watch it get messier, smiles at the filthiness of it all, and then dives right back in. Your hand is soon to get lost in his hair and his usual messy ponytails come aloof with the way you tug and pull at him.

Choso worships your cunt, kiss after kiss, lick after lick, and groan after groan. At some point his hands move away from your thighs just so he can feel your legs close around his head as he shoves his tongue in deeper and the tip of his nose rubs against your clit.

“Mmmgh,” Choso grunts against your sopping hole, his eyes flickering back for a moment as you lifted your hip against his face.

He soon tugs his face away for a second just to slap his tongue against your pussy, making you whine in pleasure and call out his name, “Cho, oh fuck… are you sure y-you’ve never-”

“Uhuh,” He’s cutting off as he latches his mouth right back onto you, slobbering all over your cunt like it was the only thing keeping him sane and moaning against you. 

It’s a filthy mess in between your legs—hickies you hardly remember him leaving decorating your inner thighs, a bite mark or two spotted, sweat and saliva left just everywhere, a few splatters of his spit mixed with your juices, and most importantly, a very disheveled Choso feasting on you with not a care in the world.

You don’t even know if you cum, or how many times you do so because Choso doesn’t stop until you’re trembling underneath him. And because it was his first time, that took quite a while but he didn’t care. His jaw had started to hurt and he thinks his tongue was going numb for a second with how long he’d been in between your legs, slurping your pussy, and using nearly all of his face to please you.

You may not have known if you came but Choso did—swallowing everything you gave him down without a care in the world, letting out a whiney moan every time the slick slithered down his throat, and groaning in pleasure each time you came for him.

He wasn’t even talking as much as he thought he would be because he was too focused on your taste and getting more and more and more of it from you. 

Maybe next time you let him do this he’ll be a little more talkative but, for tonight, he had a secret intention of making you squirt—no matter how many hours that may take.

☆ Gojo Satoru — "Why're you sitting so far away?"

The moment you were hit with that infamous question, you knew things were going to go left. Of course, if anyone's hitting you with something so cliche mid-movie, it's Gojo freaking Satoru.

You give your roommate nothing more than a side glance from your eyes, noticing how all his attention is on you, "I'm not that far away, am I?"

Gojo weighs his head to the side, one muscular arm relaxed atop the back stretch of the couch as he cracks that annoying little smirk at you, "You're all the way over thereee," He whines before gesturing a hand to the distance between you and him.

The couch you were on could seat a total of six people and you were roughly an arms length away from the guy so you really didn't know what he expected from you.

All you can do is laugh at his childish antics, "Satoru, you said you wanted to watch a movie with me—not cuddle and watch a movie with me."

He wets his lips before smiling at you, "Well, maybe I want a lil' more now..." To which you scoff and he scooches a bit closer to you, “Plus, the movie’s gettin’ boring.”

You roll your eyes at the guy, “No, you’re just impatient. It’ll pick up in a second, give it some time, ‘Toru.”

God, he loved it when you used that nickname with him. Neither of you remember when you first started using it but you know he likes it and he knows the nickname makes his heart race every time you say it.

“You were seconds away from falling asleep before I said something,” Gojo argues. He’s still gradually scooting closer and closer to you but you don’t even mind it at this point.

He’s always been a man who doesn’t understand the concept of personal space anyway so this doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. Before you know it, the side of Gojo’s thigh is brushing against yours and his arm is right behind you, fingertips dancing near your shoulder.

“I was not,” You protest before finally giving him your full attention. Okay, maybe you had been falling asleep on the movie but you really just wanted a regular movie night with the guy.

…Not whatever it becomes within a few minutes. Because of course the second your eyes are meeting his, his gaze is down on your lips and he’s lowering his voice as if everything was going according to his plan.

Gojo scoffs, “Yeah you were. There’s no need to lie, sweets. If you were getting sleepy, I can think of a few things we can do that’ll keep you awake…”

You swallow and it takes everything in you not to shift away from him because the masculine scent of his expensive cologne is creeping into your nose and you can feel your body heating up simply because of how close he is to you. “Like what?” You practically whisper even though you knew where your question would lead.

And y’know what, you can’t even say you’re mad at where it leads because you’ve had your eyes on Gojo ever since you moved in with him. So when he bluntly offers himself to you with a swift hum of, “We could always fuck,” You’re left speechless for a moment.

Then he’s leaning in and you’re finally looking down at his lips, your breath stuttering with each inch of space that disappears between the two of you until his lips are practically on yours and you feel his skin brushing over you as he speaks.

“You can even keep watching your lil' movie while we do it,” Gojo whispers, “Just say the word and I’ll-“

“Okay,” You huff out faster than you have time to think.

Because who on God’s green earth would deny Gojo Satoru of sex? Especially when he’s so stupidly close to you and staring down at your lips like the lack of connection is driving him to the brink of insanity.

So as soon as your agreement hits his ears, his lips are on yours, and your arms are moving to wrap around his neck to keep him close.

It’s hot, heavy, and even a bit sloppy as he tugs your lips apart for his tongue to slither in. Once Gojo gets that little taste of you, he can’t get enough. Letting out a low grunt into your mouth as his tongue swipes at the corners and crevices of your mouth, hands moving to your waist and then your thigh just to urge you to hurry up and get on top of him, and his body quickly yearning for more and more of you as the seconds pass.

Then you’re on top of him and he’s letting out a groan as you straddle him, your weight plopping down on his crotch and making his hips buck up against you instinctively. Gojo’s pale veiny hands are grabbing a hold of your waist and he’s deepening the kiss with you, feeling eager and almost starved for more.

Pulling away with a messy little cobweb of saliva hanging in between your lips, he grins, “Why didn’t we do this sooner, huh?” Before you can answer, his hands are sliding down to your hips and he’s quick to guide your body against his, making you grind against his growing erection, “‘Know how many times I thought about this?” Gojo huffs.

All you can do is let out a soft pant that fans over his wet lips, “No but, you should tell me all about it while we fuck.”

Then you’re pushing your lips onto his again and his brows are twisting up in pleasure. Things were moving a bit fast but that didn’t stop the wild twitch of Gojo’s cock as your words registered to him.

Tell you about how he’s pictured you like this while he’s buried inside you, huh? Well, whatever his cute roommate wants, she’s sure to get from him.

A few sloppy kisses and teasing grinds later and the two of you are undressing one another. The movie was almost long forgotten until Gojo told you to turn around for him, he still wanted you to enjoy the movie you suggested. As such, he soon has your hands on his knees as you held yourself up, your back facing him, and your body bare above him safe for the lacy blue panties hugging your lower half.

And lord knows Gojo couldn’t hold back his smile when he caught sight of your panites. They matched his eyes. Surely that was no coincidence? Surely you put those on with the intention of this very scenario later playing out, right?

Gojo’s behind you shirtless by this point, his sweatpants messily tugged down just enough so that he could pull his cock out from the confines of his boxers—his blushing pink tip grazing your noticeably soaked panty clad cunt as he does so. He’s got one hand on your hip and the other tightly gripping the base of his thick cock, angling himself just enough so that he can caress your clothed pussy lips with his tip.

His bottom lip gets caught between his teeth as he watches himself slip in between your folds against the wet fabric of your panties. The slick from your cunt was leaking from that pretty lace you had on, glazing and coating his tip with a sexy mix of arousal soon sliding down his cock and causing you to let out the most heavenly little sound he’s ever heard leave your lips.

The noise snaps him out of his daze and he looks up to see your head turned to the side as you look back at him with a gaze of pure need. Gojo’s fat tip slips as his eyes meet yours and you feel him brush up against your clit, making your jaw drop slightly and your hips roll instinctively.

He wasn’t even touching you raw yet and you were already a needy mess. Gojo’s slow to glance down at where his cock is leaving sloppy kisses against your cunt, smirking at the sight all over again, “So wet,” He whispers, “Fuckin’ soaked f’me…”

It sounded as if he were talking to himself, his mind in some sort of daze the longer he rubbed himself against you. The tease of it all was driving you crazy. So much so that all you could do was arch your back a bit more for the man and attempt to grind yourself against his tip.

Your movement makes him groan and you watch as he slowly retracts his hands completely just to watch you lather his cockhead up with your arousal, the small squelches from the movement making his face and ears flush with red. 

“S-Shit,” Gojo breathes out. It was like all his confidence and cocky demeanor had flown out the window and, again, he wasn't even inside you yet.

You soon grow tired of the teasing and lift your hips a little, earning a whine from Gojo as your warmth is pulled away from him for less than a second. Then, his eyes were glued to your hand and the way you tug your soaked panties to the side, revealing that pretty pussy of yours to him and making his cock jump in reaction. 

Gojo couldn’t even try to lift his hips up to make his cock meet you once more because he was stuck in awe as you lowered yourself once more. Watching your pussy part over his tip was one thing in itself but then how fucking soft and wet you are makes his head fall back against the couch and a groan pour from his mouth.

You watch him move an arm to hold onto the back of the couch and his other hand grips onto the cushion beside him. His abs tense as you wiggle your hips against him, his cock just barely kissing your leaky entrance.

Hell, it almost makes you flinch when he moans, “Put it in,” Gojo pants, his entire body failing to move as the need for you overwhelms him, “Please,” He lets out a whine as you inch down on him ever so slightly, “F-Fuckin’ sit on it, baby-, sit on my cock, please? Wanna be inside you s-so bad.”

His hips twitch and he nearly lifts them just so he can sink the rest of his inches deep inside you— especially when you torture him and lift yourself, causing a brush of air to graze his tip where you two had previously been connected.

“Satoru…” You utter, watching his eyes flicker up to your face. “Did you just whine for me?”

Gojo’s quick to swallow whatever weak sound was about to leave his lips again due to the sultry tone of your voice. “N-No,” He huffs, trying to play off his moment of begging for you, “Course’ not… Just,” He gulps, “Just wanna feel you, c’mon.”

Now you’re the one smirking at him, “Beg for me again,” You whisper, to which a groan gets caught in the middle of his throat.

“What?” Gojo rasps, his body going rigid at your sudden command. Yeah, sure, he just begged for you but it’s different when you tell him to.

The way you chuckle at his confusion makes his body so unbelievably hot and flushed in embarrassment, “You heard me…” You purr, easing yourself back down and riding only his tip for a few seconds, “Beg for me, ‘Toru.”

Gojo’s jaw falls and his eyes drop to his cock again— precum was dripping all down along his veins and he was twitching to feel all of you, “Please?” He breathes out as his brows twist up, “I just…” His hips lift again and he tries to force himself up inside you, “Need it, sweetheart,” Gojo grunts before tossing his head back.

At that, you find yourself satisfied and you’re finally sinking down on his cock just like he wanted you to. Your eyes remain back on his face and the way his eyes roll back as an airy groan leaves his throat. 

“Fuuuck,” Gojo moans into the air, his bottom lip quivering at the way your pussy sinks down around him, your sloppy walls making the filthiest squelch the further down you go, up until you stop when he’s only half way in.

Which makes his breath hitch. All he can do is roll his head back into place and look at you, catching the gape look on your face, and the clear struggle your cunt was having. You’re so wet around him that your moisture is just oozing down what’s left of his cock that’s yet to be inside you. 

“Sweetheart, please,” Gojo pants, “Need you to sit all the way down,” He hums before moving his hands to your hips.

You let off a moan, “So big, ‘Toru…”

Every fiber of his being almost snapped his hips up into you at the sound of that. You had no idea the things you did to this man—letting out a moan like that, telling him how big he is, and using that goddamn nickname…

He can only nod, “Uhuh, I know, I know,” Then, Gojo’s attempting to collect himself because everytime he speaks in that low tone of his, your cunt is gripping onto his fat cock tighter, “J-Just-, hah, just take your time, sweets.”

That’s the last thing he wanted you to do because half of his cock was feeling absurdly neglected at the moment but, he couldn’t help but want to take things slow. After all, the sex was just to keep you from falling asleep, right?

As such, Gojo tightens his grasp on your hips and helps you ease down another inch or two— a hiss leaving his lips with the way your walls squeeze down on his cock.

“So fucking tight,” He breathes, “R-Relax, sweetheart… gonna make me cum before I even get all the way in.”

You start to lift yourself again as if to escape his thick inches squeezing into you, “S’too much, I-I can’t-“

He’s cutting you off and pulling you right back down with a groan, “Shhh, yes you can-, fuck, yes you can,” Gojo coos, leaning up and helping you sink onto him once more.

A moan of his name leaves your lips at the stretch of his cock, your eyes fluttering shut. Gojo’s steady to ease you all the way down until your cunt is meeting his heavy base, and both of you moan once he’s fully inside you.

You’re both panting in sync as you sit there with his throbbing cock inside you, his hardened tip kissing your sweet spot, and your walls clamping around him with every subtle movement of his hands or your hips.

You end up leaning back against his chest and Gojo buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing hotly against your skin. His arms wrap around you and it was like he didn’t even need you to move yet. This was perfect for him. Just relishing in the warmth of your pussy for a few minutes, feeling every twitch and every squeeze whenever he kisses you was simply perfect.

The movie that’d been playing in front of the two of you is soon remembered as you return your attention back to it and keep Gojo’s cock sitting inside you with little to no movement for a while.

He was okay with that because, hell, part of him never saw himself even getting this far with you. Although, at some point, without him even saying anything, he feels your hips roll forward and a grunt is ripped from his mouth immediately.

Given his sound, you only grow encouraged to continue and barely lift your hips to bob your cunt up and down a few inches of his cock. The movement was minimal but it was enough for both you and him. Gojo’s hands dance up and down your sides. One moment he’s holding your waist and the next he’s slumping back against the couch and holding onto your hips, watching his cock disappear in and out of you as you ride him in earnest.

“Fuck me,” He ends up moaning. That alone has you bouncing on his cock within a few minutes.

Gojo’s usually so confident and suave with his words and actions but here he was moaning so prettily into the air due to the way you were riding him in reverse. Every roll of your hips and the way your sheeny slick made his cock glisten under the dim living room lighting had him gasping at some point.

He’s pretty sure even you forget about the movie at some point because you’re just throwing your ass back on him over and over again, the constant thwack of your rear against his toned pelvis as you plopped down on him was making his moans come out in a stutter.

You’re pretty sure that if you listened closely enough, you could hear the man choking out some small whimper at some point. But he masks that by giving your cunt one experimental thrust, earning a delicious moan from you.

And of course, it doesn’t stop there. He only continues after that, matching the way your cunt sinks down on him with heavy thrusts as he holds onto your hips for dear life.

“‘T-Toru, fuck, m’close,” You soon whisper.

He hardly hears you because he’s too busy trying not to cum inside you, “You feel so fuckin’ good-, God-, fuuck… s’too good,” Gojo babbles, completely pussydrunk at this point and struggling not to finish before you.

Your pussy’s just gushing around his shaft and he swears he can hardly think at some point. Maybe it was because he hadn’t had sex in a while, or maybe it was just you in general and the way you have the nerve to look back at him again and purposefully clamp your goopy walls down around his cock but, either way, Gojo can’t even warn you before he’s shooting a thick load of cum deep inside you.

One look from you and he was losing his damn mind, throwing his head back in both pleasure and embarrassment, fingertips trembling as his hips stutter, and a shaky groan slipping out from his lips while you just keep going.

Then he faintly hears your voice, “Did you just cum?”

All he can do is give you a hard lucid lil’ nod, “Uhuh,” He breathes, still cumming inside you like he had no care in the world.

His cum is warm against your insides, making his cock a creamy mess as you slide your pussy up and almost all the way off of him just for him to catch sight of the filthy mess he’d just made.

Gojo doesn’t even care at this point because all he does is slam you right back down, the squelch louder than ever and one of his hands snaking around you. He’s quick to bring two thick fingers to your clit and lean up to your ear, “Need you to cum for me now, p-please, I'm s-so fuckin’ embarassed,” He admits right against the shell of your eat hotly.

You can feel his desperation in the way his fingers roll messy and needy little circles around your sensitive bud. Then he’s whispering plead after plead into your ear, his cock throbbing and twitching against your pussy, cum forming a ring of filth around his base, and your mind going blank with how eager he is.

You think you cum after he says something along the lines of, “Need it-, shit, need it sweetheart, need you to cum on me,” through slightly gritted teeth and his voice cracking somewhere at the end of his words…

☆ Nanami Kento — You wouldn't stop moving.

He should've known better than to let you climb into his lap like that. Each time something exciting or interesting would display over the screen ahead, your hips would roll 'n swerve about his lap and his body would tense beneath you.

From the first shift he should've moved you off of him. Hell, from the moment you asked to sit in his lap to "platonically cuddle" he very much should have told you no.

Alas, Nanami is a very simple man, and for you? He's a very simple, perverted man who couldn't pass up the opportunity to feel the weight of you on top of him.

It wasn't long before you could feel him twitching just under the soft curve of your ass, dick begging for some proper attention despite the way his mouth refused to move with the intent of acknowledging it.

And since you happened to be just as much of a pervert as he was, only a couple of his twitches went by before you were moving yourself. You were dizzy between your motions, turning around and giving him glossy fuck-me eyes for a few seconds before his mouth was on yours.

It would've been one thing to have you beside him and squirming about, but what was he supposed to do when you were sat on top of him and gyrating your hips in the most gorgeous of patterns?

Somewhere between his tongue slicking past your lips, his hands had begun to travel the expanse of your skin—leaving no tense inch untouched.

Next thing you know and you're underneath him, falling victim to the repercussions of teasing him via dragging your ass across his lap for one minute too long.

It didn't take much for you to realize Nanami likes rubbing his thick, drooling cockhead in between the syrupy slit of your cunt for what feels like forever before he slips inside you.

He lazily dragged his plump tip around your twitching clit in tantalizing lil’ circles and let out low curses in reaction to the way you drip all against him—making the filthiest mess on the couch below. His steady hands would have the meanest grip on your thighs, keeping you spread nice and wide for him the entire time.

All he’s doing is rutting his hips back and forth and back and forth, watching his fat cock slide against your pussy over and over again. It’s almost more arousing than when he’s inside you.

Nanami loves the expression you make when he does this too. The way your brows twist up right as you grow impatient, the greedy hand you shot down to try and angle him into yourself, and the honeyed whines that exit your throat in such raw desperation.

Those fawn eyes of his would soften at the gorgeous sight of you below him and his cock would throb directly against your soaked folds.

Of course he wants to he inside you, he wants to make you feel good and listen to you moan his name all sweetly but… this—the heavy draggg of his cock all over that drooling hole of yours, the feeling of you lathering him up in aroused slick, and the mix of his precum all makes him dizzy with lust. Plus, it's only fair that he gets back at you for teasing.

Somewhere deep down inside, he actually wanted to finish that movie you put on.

Eventually though, he moved one of his hands and wrapped his fingers around his girthy base, tugging his cock a few centimeters up before slapping the weight of it back down against you and causing the nasty sound to flit into the air. Then he’d do it again.

And again, and again, and again until he can feel your leg twitching beneath his palm. “You want it, huhh?” Nanami would drawl out in that stupidly deep and lust-driven tone of his. “‘Want that cock deep inside you, sweet girl?” He’d slowly angle his tip against your hole but his hips are unmoving.

All you feel is the heat of his cockhead pressing against you, the thickness of it, the fucking throb. You can’t even manage out a reply before he’s just barely pushing into you.

Nanami always stretches you so steadily when he fucks you but, after making you wait for so long you can’t help but crave for him to just thrust every inch in at once. You want that rude stretch, that mean, unforgiving spread of your cunt around every pulsing vein of his cock.

Yet, being such a man of aggravating patience, Nanami pulls back just as quickly as he pushed in. You’re left whining without thought, “Kenn—“

“Hmm?” He’d cut you off in a way that lets you know he did that on purpose.

What a tease.

Then he’s pulling back a bit more and his hand starts moving up and down the length of his dick. You think you can feel a nasty trickle of drool slithering out from the corner of your lips as you watch him selfishly jerk off in front of you.

“Kento please,” You’d breathe out all over again, as if that would get you a different result.

It doesn’t. Instead, Nanami’s hand picks up and you watch his breathing grown heavier just as his eyes flick up to your face. Then he cocks his head to the side, “Tell me how you want it, love.” He’d request all of a sudden.

You’re confused and too horny to think so all you sputter out is an airy, “What?”

Nanami lets out a heavy pant and his lashes flutter a bit. “My cock. Tell me how you want it.” He repeats ever so sternly.

Defiantly, you fight back a groan before mumbling to him, “You know how I—“

“Easyy, sweetheart.” Nanami cuts you off in that cooing voice he knows you love.

His head weighs to the left a bit and you watch the way he brings his free hand up to your face. “Look at me,” He whispers, smiling once your eyes so politely meet his own. “There she is, there’s my gorgeous girl.” The praise, uttered so huskily that you’re left dazed beneath him. “Now, talk to me nice.”

With glossed eyes and a slight pout you can’t seem to control, “Ken,” You mewl, reaching your hand down as you desperately ache to feel him.

As if to taunt you, Nanami watches your hand move with a smirk on his face—his own hand tugging at his cock faster now.

He’s all breathy for a moment as he lets your hand wrap around him and pull him closer to you. “Hm? Is that it?” Your roommate whispers, allowing himself to be guided back to your drooling cunt.

The second his fat tip slips against you again, he’s cursing under his breath and letting his hands go to the underside of your legs.

“Fuck.” Nanami breathes, “Is that how you want it?” Then he swats your hand out of the way and moves his own to your lower abdomen. “All that teasing’s got you desperate for it now, huh?”

You whine and he groans at the sound alone. God, you drove him insane. Just looking at you as you laid beneath him a complete desperate and aching mess would be enough to make him cum.

“Kento,” Your voice finally sounds a bit more steady now and you place your hand over his while sprawling your legs out all the more wider. “Just fuck me already.”

It’s rare but, Nanami flashes this cocky expression before tilting his head, “And if I don’t?”

You can feel yourself soaking his tip even more from his taunting alone. Your brows tense and you’re whining all over again, “Please-,”

He cuts you off, “Mhmm, thaaaat’s it.” Nanami praises as he finally finally starts to push his hips forward, letting his cockhead slide right into you. “Beg for it.”

The hand you have on top of his claws at his skin and your hips lift in an attempt of getting him to push deeper, “Kento, fuck..”

“Beg for that cock, c’mon sweetheart.” He teases again, tugging his hips back as he then starts to fuck only his tip in and out of you. “It’s right there, don’t you want it?” He coos—mocking you now.

“Please,” You’re gasping once he lets himself get an inch in, “Shit, Kento please keep going.”

At that, he can’t help but push all the way in. Nanami could only deny you for so long before he was stretching you nice n’ wide for him, sliding every mean inch of his in until he could feel the bulge beneath his palm.

“Fuck.” He curses sharply, appling a bit a weight to his hand just so he can hear the way you moan out his name. “Look at that,” His hips draw back just barely before he thrusts in again, “Can you really feel me in there? Am I really that deep?”

Your eyes lull on back to your skull and now you’re holding onto his wrist as he works up a mean pace. Nanami hits the spot that’s got you drooling in seconds—fucking you exactly the way he’s learned how to.

It takes you a moment to reply to that question of his since you’re too busy moaning at how his filling you up but eventually you babble a cute, “Uhuh..”

To which a fucked-out smile spreads onto his face and his hand presses down harder “Yeahh? Then cum on it,” He instructs, his thrusts beginning to match pace with the not-so-distant knocking of the headboard against the wall.

He feels the way you’re squeezing around him and sees the utterly slutty expression you’ve got on so of course he encourages your orgasm when he begins to feel it.

“Mhmm, all over me, pretty.” He huffs, letting his hand slip just to rub that gorgeous clit of yours, “Just. Like. That.” He grunts between each pounding thrust of his.

You cry out as you make the sweetest mess around his cock and Nanami can’t help but let out a moan of his own. Watching you shiver through your very hard orgasm, he just has to lean down and press his lips to your ear.

“Such a good girl for me.” He whispers with a deeper and heavier roll of his hips as if to fuck you all the way through it.

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In the third year, you forgot to submit a "visual application" and they denied you once again. By this time you were starting to think the program was a scam and that there were just some creepy men behind the whole thing—tricking monster-fucking women into submitting intimate details about themself just for the hell of it.

It's not until this year that you realize this program was very much not a scam at all.

Your final attempt at getting into it was a success, resulting in that previously mentioned email that your eyes happily skimmed over. That, and you also had two other good friends who apparently had gotten accepted into it years ago, only deciding to spill the details of their experience now that you've been accepted.

"I had a great time when I went. Whatever you're thinking it is, I hope you know it's ten times better!" Yuki claimed. Apparently, she slept with some hybrid-wolf guy?

"No because I was actually upset they didn't send that one guy to me, y'know the one on the posters with the tentacles?" Your dearest Utahime had ranted. She got stuck with some dude with more eyes than arms—six to be exact—and evidently that turned her off from the whole experience.

Not that she didn’t go back a few times afterwards, though…

"Well, at least your monster had a face. I got a tentacle man but fuck, he was kinda boring since I was looking at a blank face the whole time." Your last acquaintance hummed in response to the previous statement.

There was a lot of information to take in and yet you were bright-eyed ‘n beaming with excitement upon listening to every little detail. This program asked its recruits for so much prior to acceptance due to the various things that could go oh-so-wrong.

After all, you were required to sign a waiver that said something about being okay with these tests possibly resulting in the loss of your own life. It was scary, sure. But you weren’t exactly thinking with your head whenever S.W.A.M. was involved.

Why would you be? One look at some hot, long-haired vampire who seemed to be the face of the program along with some other dark-haired brute with a freakishly long tongue, and your cunt was leading every decision of yours.

Not to mention the fact that this program housed all sorts of different types of monsters. Many were science experiments gone wrong and some were from entirely different worlds. And now that you were accepted into it, you'd finally be able to meet and sleep with one of them!

What could possibly go wrong?

——

"...Most have said it best if you follow their lead," Dr. Nanami Kento was in the middle of droning about while he led you to your designated "room of pleasure" or whatever he called it. "Some of our specimens here can be a bit... much to deal with, and if you'd like to walk out with the best experience possible, it is always advised that you let them do their thing and simply be compliant."

The two of you had been walking some lengthy hallway for what felt like hours now. Nanami was the first person to greet you upon your entry to the facility—which very much rivaled a prison on the outside, but looked to be a mix of a hospital and a hotel within its interior—and while you swear he's been walking you in circles, he's also explained to you a long list of rules that you'll need to keep in mind before you're to meet your monster.

All experiences in S.W.A.M. are unique and different. Even if two different people have slept with or been bred by the same monster, they both leave the program with two entirely dissimilar stories. 

Along the walk to your designated room, you passed by many others that gave you glimpses of how many differing species occupied this place. There were definitely a lot that looked nowhere near human, but there were also a considerable amount that seemed to be completely human.

Which Nanami clarified for you that they were certainly not.

At some point, the two of you had reached an elevator and after swiftly stepping onto it, Nanami calmly pressed the button for the twelfth floor. During this, you took notice of how some floors had names attached to them. The sixth floor was for hybrids, the eleventh floor was for the undead, and somewhere around the fifteenth floor included spirits and fae.

You naturally found all of this to be most fascinating, but in doing so, you missed the name of the floor the two of you were heading towards.

By the time the elevator creaked its way there, Nanami had let you step out first and then proceeded to remain in place with a stoic smile stitched across his face.

You swirled around with wide eyes, "Uh-, Dr. Nanami? Are you not coming with m—"

"Good luck," was the only, and last thing the man said to you before rapidly mashing at the lobby-level button to his right.

Then the doors shut in your face.

You stared at your slanted, shimmery reflection for a long moment before sighing and turning back around to the short hallway. There were three doors; one on the left that said Simurian, another on the right that read King of Curses, and the last one set in the middle which held your name on it.

You think your eyes stretched open impossibly wider upon seeing it.

Did all people get their own room like this? What the heck is a Simurian and just who the hell is the King of Curses? Why did Dr. Nanami leave you like that?? And what did he mean by good luck???

You were only here for sexualized testing, right?

Pushing all these questions of yours aside, you paced forward slowly. 

With every step you took, you couldn't help but notice how the door to your left seemed to be nearly ten feet tall. Over on your right, that door looked to be a few inches shorter but much wider.

Who or whatever occupied either room must have been freakishly huge. The thought of which makes you shudder before you finally slip into the human-sized door set for you.

Inside the room, you were met with a massive area. Everything looked as though it were twice your size—the bed, a table you end up walking past, a... a cuck chair(?), and a bunch of other stuff you didn't quite familiarize yourself with.

What caught your attention the quickest—aside from the large chair near the bed—was a file that was laid out on the only normally sized piece of furniture in the room, a dresser.

Curiously, you swiped up said file and were quick to open it. One of the papers inside fluttered out and elsewhere as soon as you did so, but you didn't pay it any mind since the first page inside captured all of your attention rather quickly.

It was a profile for someone named Dabura Karaba.

A picture of the man-, or, alien—as you come to know within the next few seconds of reading—sits up near the top left corner of the page.

There's a shit ton of information about him plastered all throughout the rest of the paper, going on to extend towards the back of it, and even a few more pages afterwards. But you skim over the majority of that just to read the details listed about his genitals.

Gross Morphology: The phallus is retractile, measuring at approximately 7-9 cm in total length (base to tip), with a circumference of 6.5 cm at mid-shaft—when flaccid. The organ falls under the spectrum of beige in color [HEX: #c2b6a1 for reference — intermittently a hue lighter or darker dependent on lighting], with twisting veins that pulse at roughly 20 bpm—presumably reflecting circulatory activity. The hemisphere of the glans measure at about 5.7 cm in width, and secretes a viscous, petroleum-like lubricant (pH 7.5-8.0). The membrane is. . .

You think your mouth is watering by the time your eyes return to their skimming, one too many scientific words printed out across the paper for your concern.

That is, until the word erectile seems to stand out in its bold letters before you.

Erectile Dynamics: Upon arousal (typically triggered by pheromonal, faint tactile, or visual stimuli) the glans reaches hues up to HEX: #7f737c — mimicking that of a flushed state. The phallus has then been measured to broaden rapidly, extending the full, non-curved, erect length of—

Unfortunately for your curiosity, your reading is cut quite short when the loud sound of something thumping against the wall causes you to flinch and redirect your eyes elsewhere. Though, you’re pretty sure you saw double digits following those last few words you read.

When you turn, you're met with the same being you've been reading about, who's currently busy with silently cursing your tiny doorframe for hitting the left tip of one of his horns. The alien is hunched over when your eyes make contact with him, but that changes within the next coming seconds as he steps into the room and quietly shuts the door behind him—clearly unaware of your gaze being on him.

The moment his eyes—all three of them—glide your way, you flinch like an idiot and let that document drop out of your hands as if you weren't supposed to be touching it in the first place.

Dabura is a brooding-looking creature, to say the least. He's got a great deal of staggering feet to his height, easily exceeding some inches over seven feet tall. You believe you feel a short shot of pain in your neck just from the angle of which it takes to peer up at his face.

Despite being an alien, he carries a humanoid frame and possess quite the lean, but well defined, musculature. The three eyes he had slipping along your build all carry irises with an redish-orange color in them. There's a pair of long, curved horns—that you'd love to hold onto later—which extend upwards 'n outwards from the side of his head.

You're gulping down a thick sum of nerves as your gaze travels to the expanse of his body in sync with the way he was doing to you. There's a plethora of dark markings plastered all along his neck, arms, and shoulders, which form these uneven, asymmetrical patterns out across his smooth skin. That, and there's even another marking encircling that third eye of his.

Which you note hasn't moved from your face from the moment he noticed you despite his other pair having carried right along...

Your ogling comes to an end just as you're admiring his elongated earlobes from where you are, catching how they run down to his abdomen and are adorned with more piercings than you can count.

"I presume you're the human I am to mate with?" His voice sends a cold chill straight down your spine. Not because it was scary or anything, but simply due to the fact that no human could ever possess such a soothingly deep baritone to their words in the way he does.

You gulp loudly enough for him to hear and the sound makes his head tip over just an inch as if curiosity has struck him. "Y-Yes," The first stutter out of your mouth already makes you want to find the nearest window and ju-, "That would be me, yes. Which means you must be..." You halfway saved yourself of embarrassment until you realized you'd dropped that file with all his information and somehow managed to forget his name already.

Shit, this whole thing is going poorly already and neither of you have even taken your clothes off!

Scrambling to the papers that fell earlier, you hurry to swipe some of them up in search for a name and don't even notice the way he stalks over to assist you until a large hand comes into view just above yours. Then you lift your chin up and the alien is crouched right in front of you while looking down.

Up close, you realize just how intimidating he really is. It was bad before when he was a few steps away from you but now that he's up close, you think you can feel your heart beat pounding against your ears as if to give you an audio representation of your climbing anxiety.

You'd spent four years trying to get into this program and now you finally had a monster (technically alien) in front of you but the only thing you could feel was fear instead of excitement. What a bummer—

"Dabura," The alien murmurs in a contrastingly gentle tone, bass consuming all bits of space in between the two of you and weirdly settling down that anxiousness of yours to replace it with something much warmer. Then all his eyes flick up to meet with yours again and his demeanor is strictly calming as he hums, "There's no need for papers to tell you my name when I am right in front of you."

You blink, letting the word, "Right," tumble out of your mouth all softly. Snapping out of your flustered stupor, you look upwards and notice the faintest scuff on his left horn—which reminds you of the noise you heard when he first came in. Then you redirect your hand to reach up towards it, "Did you hit your horn on the way in?"

"I did,” Dabura cuts off your traveling hand by grabbing onto your wrist and holding it a few inches away from their destination.

"Are they sensitive to touch?" You ask harmlessly, batting your lashes at the creature.

His expression falls impossibly duller, eyelids lowering as an unamused frown takes over his lips, "Every human asks me this, no."

You immediately raise a brow as if unconvinced, "If that's true then,” He sees the way your fingers wiggle before you go to move your other hand, “May I-"

His free hand shoots over to grasp at your other one as his eyes widen slightly. Grumbling, "No." with more firmness to it in hopes you’ll stop with your attempts at feeling on his horns.

Then you pop a pout, "You're no funnnn.”

The alien stares at you for a long moment, taking you all in just as you’d done earlier. You’re far prettier than any other human he’d been sent so far, and he feels his heart doing something weird each time you make a surprising advance to touch him.

But even so, he’s not about to let you get into something you clearly don’t quite understand yet. "Unless you should like to begin mating now," Dabura explains lowly, steadily moving your hands down and towards your lap, "No, you cannot touch them."

A smug smile breaks out onto your face and it makes his brows twitch. He watches as you quickly break out of that momentarily timid shell, "Oh, so they are sensitive!" you exclaim.

"They are not, they just-,” He cuts himself off and shuts his eyes, moving to pinch the bridge of his nose as he exhales strongly, “Human."

Your eyes roll, "I have a name too, y’know-"

"Do you wish to be bred against every available surface in this room?" Dabura interrupts, hoping to catch you off guard just as his initial appearance did.

Unfortunately for him, he’s in the presence of the world’s most eager human.

"Do you want my honest answer to that?" You ask with an unfairly cute grin on your face.

"I-,” He chokes whilst returning his eyes to you, “Pardon?" You act like you didn’t say anything unordinary and blink innocently. In which he’s left to let his shoulders slump a bit and begrudgingly say, "I am curious, yes. Answer me honestly."

That’s when you place your hands on the floor and lean closer to him rather cat-like, causing him to lean back out of shock and nearly fall completely on his ass despite being almost twice your size. "I would love if you fucked me against every surface,” You tell him with this little sparkle noticeable in your eyes.

In the time Dabura has been apart of the program, he can’t say he’s ever encountered a human quite as… enthusiastic as you. Plus, your sentence came out far more vulgar than his had—something he takes note of.

Which is exactly why his next words leaves him slowly, tone etched with concern, "...You appeared frightened by me just mere minutes ago."

"Yes,” You agree before looking down at the way he’s managed to lean back enough to nearly be positioned under you, “And now I'm aroused—in some places this is could even be called scarousal."

Dabura feels like you’re more of the foreign creature in the room as opposed to himself by this point. Letting his brows scrunch up, "I don't believe that's a word-"

"You're an alien, you only know so much,” You hush out in this purring tone that catches him off guard. Then you lift one of your hands and move to tap your index against one of his many, many abs.

His breath hitches and his lips twitch—threatening to smile from the experience of being teased by you.

Dabura’s got two eyes focused on the soft taps of your finger and the remaining one fixated on your face as he utters, "I like you, human."

"Thank you, alien.” You reply, sliding your finger over and tracing a few of his abs just to smile at the way he flinches under your touch. God, for a creature much larger than you and all intimidating, he sure was sensitive to the smallest of things. “I think I like you t-"

"May I taste you?" Dabura requests, throwing your entire focus off the rails.

"What?" You choke as an immediate throb feels out for your attention from in between your legs. Then you remember that he’s still a different species, and find yourself instinctively pulling away cautiously, "You mean like, sexually, right…?”

He snorts and your heart skips a beat at the realization he finds you most amusing when you’re confused. "Unless you have a preference for being devoured in a literal sense,” Dabura reaches for your wrist once more and pulls you closer, letting your palm meet his abdomen as he husks out a careful, “Yes."

"O-Oh. I mean, if that’s the case then of course." You agree with that same twinkle from earlier returning into your irises. Though, Dabura doesn’t miss the way your expressions vocalize your thoughts before your mouth does, "Wait, Dr. Nanami mentioned something about this testing being primarily for breeding.” You recall, moving away from the alien to stand up. “Eating me out will won’t really have anything to do with-"

"It will help." He insists as he too shifts around to bring himself up onto his feet. Then he gives you this look that has your thighs drawing nearer to one another, "And I'm sure that doctor of yours also mentioned how you are to listen to me."

You can’t exactly refute that, "Well-, wait, how do you know that?!"

Rolling his eyes only once as if he’d grown tired of this useless back and forth, Dabura presses forward and tutts, "You worry yourself with the wrong things."

After which, and before you have a moment to debate with him even further, he’s bent down to swoop you up ‘n over his shoulder as if you weigh nothing! One arm is tightly set around your thighs and the other comes over to place a hand against the curve of your ass to support you.

You feel all warm again as you realize how high up in the air he has you, considering how tall the alien stands. 

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean-,” You’re cut off within the next few seconds by your body flopping down onto the bed carelessly, a soft oof lofting out of your mouth instead. You then shoot your inquisitive gaze upwards again and open your mouth to question him further, but find yourself rather speechless from the angle of which he now stands.

It was one thing to see him from afar, another to see him practically beneath you, but above you? Fuck, you couldn’t even help the way your thighs clamped shut—arousal daring to damp itself at your core.

Dabura is looking down at you for a quiet moment before drawing a hand up to his chin in thought and muttering, “Perhaps I should have tossed you the other way…” 

You know you’re supposed to be following his lead but it’s a bit difficult to do that when all he’s said is that he wanted to taste you, “Huh? What are you-“

“Flip over,” He orders flatly, barely adding on, “Please,” after noticing the way you’d begun to glare at him. 

You’re slow to do exactly that, and feel awkward in your every move—being watched so closely by some alien you’ve hardly gotten to know wasn’t exactly what you were expecting from this whole thing. You don’t know why, but you thought this process would be a lot more-

“I’m going to undress you now,” Dabura warns, his hands having met with the fabric at your hips.

You freeze before regaining your thoughts and then glancing back at him from over your shoulder, “I really don’t think this part is necessary for the-“

He interrupts you with an unintentionally rude sigh—as if your extra communication is the problem here and not his lack thereof—and moves his hand to the center of your back before applying pressure. The weight from his palm forces your upper half down against the mattress. Your face smushes right into the sheets and you let out a frustrated grumble in response to his curtness. 

Then you could almost hear the smile in his words as he asks, “Is this the best you can arch?”

“Excuse me?” Your voice is muffled but he could make out what you were saying quite clearly.

Grinning to himself, “Your arch,” He repeats, biting back a snort, “Is this as good as it gets?”

You couldn’t tell if he was taunting you like this on purpose just to get a rise out of you or if he was being sincere but either way it was starting to annoy you. So much so that you lift your head a little and scoff, “How about I arch my foot into your a-ah! Hey,” Unfortunately, your words whisk out into a breathy sound rivaling a moan.

Dabura had deduced that right then, in the middle of your complaints, it’d be best to swipe his thumb against your crotch—bringing friction to your cunt through the few layers of fabric.

“For a human so intuitive, and uncooperative, you are quite wet.” He points out—making you furrow your brows as you wonder how the hell he figured that out from only one little touch. It’s not like you were leaking through your-, “What caused this, I wonder.”

With a bratty frown on your face, you pull your hips away from him slightly—not to reject his touches but simply to torture his desire to do so, “Not you, asshole.”

“Mmh.” Dabura is fully amused now. He’d never encountered a human quite like you. “Seems I forgot to add liar into that list,” He says playfully.

You gasp, “Excuse me-“

Your pants getting tugged down swiftly enough to cut your words off again, cool air slapping against your naked skin rather quickly.

“My, my…” Dabura gawks lightly. “You know, I’ve never tasted human pussy before.”

“Eh?” Your head pops up from the sheets and you look back over your shoulder, “You mean you’ve never given oral before?”

Almost sheepishly and in a stiffened manner, the alien shakes his head. “Many denied me from doing so, but you… You seemed so excited to mate with me, I only assumed you’d enjoy this just as much as I would.”

“Well-“

“And considering how…” The thick of his thumb presses in between your folds, rubbing against the fabric of your panties sluggishly, “…wet you are,” Then Dabura releases a parched sigh. “Why, it’d be improper of me not to get a taste. This entire program is based on sexualized testing, yes? Perhaps your cunt will take my seed best after being thoroughly licked.”

Talk about giving you fancy excuses just to eat you out…

You suppose you couldn’t blame him for wanting to plaster his tongue in your juices—after all, he did just say no other human allowed him to do so. Now, that does make you curious since Nanami specifically informed you to listen to your monster’s whims.

Perhaps he’d only done so based on this one’s past experiences? And that ‘good luck’ he gave you… what was that all about?

——

None of these questions of yours get answered anytime soon but they’re forgotten rather quickly with the way Dabura’s tongue had so feverishly met your twitching folds from beyond the layer of cotton that lay in the way.

You suppose he didn’t care much to move them aside just yet, as he seemed to enjoy toying with the material and liked the way you squirmed whenever he sucked it into his mouth—the raw feel of his plush lips grazing your bare cunt.

Even his decision to eat you out from the back left you curious. Hell, everything this damn alien did had you doused in concern. But of course, he hadn’t spared you a moment to dwell on any of them.

Especially not with those distracting grunts he let out by the time he finally peeled your panties down your clammy legs—hands gripped tightly onto your thighs to keep you spread open at the perfect angle for his tongue to lap inward.

“Mmmgh, yesyes,” Dabura groans, “Such a-, mmh, tasty lil’ thing.” His words slathered in between your pussy lips at varying angles, adding to each flicking movement of his tongue. 

“Dabura,” You moan just as his mouth plucks away for a split second long enough for his teeth to bare. Then angles down just to nibble at your inner thigh for no direct reason other than wanting to feel you squirm against his hands. “I-I still don’t think you’re supposed to-, ngh!”

Again, you’re cut off by his actions—his mouth having returned to your poor, leaky entrance to swab over with his tongue. Then his hands pried your legs further open in an attempt at feeling your labia peel apart even more, tongue hot ‘n aching for more and more of your slick. You’re unsure of what exactly would satiate the alien’s thirst for you when he was already thrusting the majority of his oral muscle in between your walls.

Humans didn’t eat pussy like this, naturally. Not only was there a foreign movement to the way he fucked his tongue into you but the added factor of Dabura being clueless with his every move had you dazed. You wanted to tease him for the way he’d waddle his tongue around your clit for a second too short but he always seemed to make up for it by wiggling it deeeep into your pussy directly after.

It was almost like he wanted to smear your own taste around.

“What was that?” Dabura eventually mumbled against your sappy folds, letting you gush against his lips as he spoke, “I couldn’t hear you over my talkative girl down here.”

Your legs twitch as if to close but it’s to no avail. All while your voice has pitched off into whine after whine, “Y-Your?”

The alien pulled his mouth off of you after one more suctioning pop! and then sported yet another tiny grin, “Whilst you’re in this room, yes.” A fat glop of spit spanked out across your hole next and he moves his thumb to fuck his salive inward, “Mine.”

“O-Oh.” Your jaw flails open some and you feel yourself drooling from the instant he starts feeding his thumb to your cunt. It’s only one finger but fuck, nothing could quite compare to it.

Dabura tipped his head aside as he twirled his thumb around your insides, “You seemed to like that,” He pointed out hotly, breaths fanning into your skin, “Being called mine.“

Your hips did that thing they did earlier when you attempted to flee from the pleasure he’d provided for you, “I do, but-, hahh.. none of this is important for the-“

“Oh hushhh, woman,” Dabura drawls out, fully bored of hearing you remind him about how eating you out has nothing to do with breeding you. “…Allow me to have this in peace, won’t you?” He pulls his thumb out of your cunt and spits once again before tapping at the saliva—mimicking a spanking motion against your hole.

After that, you give up on your arguments. Partially because Dabura decides to replace his thumb with two stretching fingers, and also because he seems to realize he can stimulate you rather greatly with only one hand—digits lodged neatly into your entrance while his thumb runs across your glossy clit.

Of which he’s taken quite the liking to. One could even say he grows fond of the gorgeous bundle of nerves, drawing all sorts of shapes around it and loving the feel of it jumping whenever his other fingers curl into that spot against your inner walls you adore so much.

You’re brought to not one, not two, and most certainly more than three orgasms from his fingers alone. And which each one, you try—you really, really do—to remind him of what you’re here for, but he ignores you each time.

Eventually Dabura finds himself in this drunken state, having his slicked fingers biting into your skin while he devours your cunt sluggishly with his whorish mouth.

Moaning, “S’good,” as his tongue tickles in somewhere deeper than it had previously—almost as if the damn thing were growing! “So sloppy, fuuuck,” The last curse exits his throat in a whine and by this point his hips have been eagerly bucking against the massive bed. “I love the way your pussy feels on my tongue,” He babbles, grinding his hard cock down against the mattress—rocking the entirety of the furniture in the process. 

Now, even though you’ve been occupied with having your cunt licked to utter numbness, you couldn’t ignore how needy Dabura’s other appendages seemed to be for you.

You knew the moment he got hard based on how much he adjusted himself against the bed. It was like the erection he carried in between those loose fabrics of his was a hindrance to him—oozing in precum excessively from the plump head and aching to dive in between the same lips he’d been lapping at.

His tongue is kissing at your clit right when he’s about to cum from doing so, but his orgasm is cut embarrassingly short by the way your room door flings open.

The poor door slams into the wall and Dabura lets out a very adorable yelp of surprise in between your legs.

So much for that intimidating aura of his, huh…

Even so, the sound he lets out, along with his flinching are both disregarded as he focuses back on the task at hand. He’s a little lazier with his feasting since he realizes the two of you have some company now but, again, this doesn’t stop him.

“You greedy fucking alien,” A new voice hoots out deeply, shucking the door away from the wall it slammed into just to shut it properly.

“Mmmnh, Sukuna, you ah-,” Dabura pauses his words to the newly entered monster just to sluuuurp! you right up one more time. A wet, sloppy smile spilt out across his lips, “You must come taste this. It’s like-“

“I know what good pussy tastes like, no need to explain it to me.” Sukuna cuts off, stomping his way into the room with his four eyes all fixated onto you. Pink brows furrowing, “I was a human prior to becoming this,” He adds on with a wave of his hand in Dabura’s direction, “Now move over.”

“…A bossy one, I bet.” The alien breathes out sassily, not paying the man any mind whatsoever and instead playing with the lips of your cunt by pulling them apart and then letting them fall back naturally after lifting his thumb away.

Ignoring his snarky remark, Sukuna ends up shoving poor Dabura out the way and letting his lower set of hands meet the purchase of your hips. One of his upper palms comes down to smack across your ass, making you flinch away from your previously dumbed-out state.

You lift your head and glance back, eyes met with a new creature that causes your jaw to fall open all stupidly. “A-And you are?”

Sukuna seems immediately ticked off by your lack of awareness, shooting a look over to Dabura and ignoring your question entirely. “What have you been up to with our toy so far?”

Toy? Surely he wasn’t talking about you…

“I’ve only licked her a few times,” Dabura claims—knowing all too well that few is beyond an understatement.

Sukuna seems pleased to hear that regaurdless. Sporting a haughty smile, “Have you?” He purrs before gripping onto the fat of your ass and pulling your cheeks apart to steal a glance at how swollen your folds are now, “Mh. That explains why she’s so puffy down here.”

Your face is still resting against the bedsheet but that doesn’t hinder you from mumbling, “M’not puffy…”

“Cute,” Sukuna comments shortly as he speaks as though you weren’t in the room with him. “She’s fucked-out already.”

“M’not,” You huff a bit louder this time, angling your rather wobbly arms to push yourself up on all fours.

You crane your head to get a full look at him, blinking past the blur of pleasurable tears that have built up along your lashline to take all of him in. Now, Sukuna was quite the sight for sore eyes.

While he was a bit shorter than Dabura in height, he surely made up for it in just about everything else. He had dark markings splayed out across his skin just as the alien did—but there was a clear difference in them. He also carried four eyes instead of the three you’d only just grown used to, all of which were red in hue and ever-so-glaring when met with yours.

There was a smirk on his face that never seemed to leave, stretching his pinkened lips out as if every fiber of his being were better-, or greater than you in every way imaginable. You wouldn’t call it smugness per-se, but there was something rather gloating about the way he carried himself. 

You could only see so much of him with the way he was positioned behind you, having taken Dabura’s place entirely and left the alien to lay on the bed somewhere to your left. Even so, you did notice that Sukuna had two of everything except legs.

He had a bulky stature, muscles bulged and stretched out across his limbs. Your eyes felt as though they had little hearts in them upon meeting the mouth stretching across his stomach. It should’ve been grotesque to look at considering the way it moved all freakishly and almost carnally.

The massive tongue would lull out to lather across his lips and you’d get a hint of sharp teeth within your view each time he did so.

Up until that same tongue extended to swipe across just about everything in between your legs. “Oh? Then you wouldn’t mind this,” He’d said in response to your almost forgotten words.

Then you felt the slippery wetness draaag against the backs of your thighs, your jittery-spread pussylips, and even your ass with the way Sukuna took one greedy lick. 

Your eyes bulged out all wide in reaction. The sight of which encouraged him to watch the way your expression contorted up as he focused the rounding tip of his stomach-tongue onto your cunt, bucking in dankly against it.

“Hnngh-, fuck.” You moaned before pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth and letting your back arch again, “W-What is your guys’ obsession with-, ohgod..”

The sweet sound of your voice was drowned out in your own pleasure as Sukuna’s tongue performed the same dances Dabura’s lengthy one had done just a moment ago.

“Poor thing,” Sukuna mocked, pouting at you to mirror the one sewn into your lips, “That dumb alien hasn’t given you any cock yet, has he?”

Your torso ended up falling once again as your hands went grabbing and tugging at the sheets to brace yourself for the full, greedy feel of his tongue. Then you shook your head in response and whimpered something along the lines of no.

Sukuna shot Dabura a look immediately. “Waited for me, didn’t you?” He taunted.

The alien no longer seemed amused and reciprocated Sukuna’s looks with a flat, irritated expression, “No.”

The pink-haired man rolled his eyes. “Mh. No matter, I see why you were occupied here for so long.” His attention returned to you and he found it most pleasing to watch you try to scurry further up the bed in an attempt at escaping that blinding pleasure his dewy tongue was gifting you with. “She is rather tasty.”

Even as you arched and moaned all over the place, you still managed to return to your focus of why you were here in the first place. There was no way you were about to let these two monsters make a pocket pussy out of you and only use their tongues with you!

“Can you just-, mmmph!” It’s quick that you learn Sukuna has even less of a patience than Dabura as one of his many, massive hands come to the back of your skull and push your face into the sheets.

He’s peering down at the way you wiggle your body in response, feeling pleasure begin to overstimulate your every nerve as his tongue invades every spongy spot of yours. “Has she been demanding all this time?” Sukuna asks the alien who seems quite bored now.

Dabura raises his eyebrows, surprised that Sukuna is acknowledging him again, “Yes, I believe she’d like to be bred.” He states, pointing out the obvious.

“Awh, too bad these tests are hardly for a human’s curiosity and primarily for our enjoyment.” The pink-haired man exhales—jerking his tongue back ‘n forth and backkk ‘n forthhh against the entirety of your soddened pussy, clinging to your clit and schlepping it around with his every move.

“Sukuna,” Dabura blinks, his eyes stuck on the motion of the man’s insistent tongue. He almost feels like his own was inadequate in comparison. “I do not believe you’re supposed to-“

Another cry is heard from you and the two are quickly distracted by the way your nails are beginning to tear at the bedsheets. Ah, Sukuna only then realizes that his tongue might just be too much for you after however long Dabura had his own on you.

Leading him to feel bad for you and gesture your way whilst directing his words to the alien at your left, “Hush her up, will you?”

Dabura frowns for the nth time. He didn’t much care to be ordered around by Sukuna like this.

…But that didn’t stop him from listening to each order he was given.

Which is how he ends up with his mouth against yours while Sukuna satisfies his incessant taste for you. 

——

That continued on for… heavens know how long. 

All three of you lose track and the only thing you can recall is the mixed feel of Dabura swallowing up your moans and Sukuna using his stomach mouth to play with your pussy like some toy.

It’s like you were the test subject in the room—not them. They both treated your body as if they’d never felt a human before or something. Which was weird considering the two of them have had their fair share of these tests before.

While Dabura was kissing you, his hands twitched with a need for exploration, soon traveling your body and fondling with your soft breasts. Every part of your body was left either marked or swollen from their many touches or bites.

And you don’t even remember how or when but you believe you were positioned on top of Dabura while Sukuna remained where he was behind you at some point. Because of this tangled position, Dabura was able to wrap his arms around you and keep you perfectly in place as Sukuna rubbed one—of his two—cocks in between the valley of your ass.

Within this position, the alien was beneath you with his own lengthy dick freed from the restricting fabrics of earlier—tugging at his shaft whilst feeling you squirm against him and whimper into his mouth.

That went on until both creatures had painted your stomach and your spine with their seed.

But, that wasn’t even where things really began.

No, no, things started—in your mind—when they let your body roll over from in between theirs and you were left to watch with dazed eyes as Sukuna grabbed at Dabura’s face and tugged him up. Then, erect cocks freed and tapping against one another upon all the movement, the two had exchanged one slow kiss in the name of “sharing your taste”.

You didn’t know what to make of it, really. 

Was it hot? Well, duh. But for the most part you were wondering if this is what both of them had wanted the entire time.

Were you just some ploy in this little game of theirs? Is this what Dr. Nanami had meant when he told you good luck?? Or—

The loud, prominently wet sound of their lips detaching from one another catches your ears as it rings throughout the entire room. When you look at their faces, you note how softened Dabura’s features seem to be. His eyes seem utterly desperate to please as they veer upwards to meet Sukuna’s hardened expression based on the angle of which the two were.

Then Sukuna lifts a hand to wipe away drool from the corner of Dabura’s lips, cracking yet another smirk before looking over to you. “You’ve got my poor alien whipped, human. I’m impressed.”

You stare dumbfoundedly, “Huh?”

Sukuna snorts, “Can’t you see it?” Gripping at Dabura’s chin, he turns his face over for you to look at. “There’s nothing in this head of his aside from you. You should be proud of yourself.”

You chew on your bottom lip again out of fear of saying the wrong thing in response, moving your gaze onto Dabura who is in fact just as whipped as Sukuna described him to be—eyes glazed over with lust and barely wiped away drool staining the side of his mouth.

When you and the alien make eye contact, his pupils seem to dilate and his cock is twitching all over again. He hadn’t the words to describe it, but from the very moment he saw you standing in this room, he was left entranced by you.

Chuckling, Sukuna releases Dabura from his grasp and then pulls away. “I suppose it’s time we give you what you want, yes?”

Now your eyes were lighting up, “Please?”

“Manners, how cute.” Sukuna hums before running a hand through his hair with one hand and motioning for you to follow him with another. “Come, let me place you in the most effective position."

Within the next few minutes, you’re hauled up into a pair of the man’s sizable arms, legs straggled out within his hold as your pussy is left to drip ‘n spill slick out all over the floor. You were a mess but the two monsters accompanying you weren’t fairing any better.

Dabura’s still sat on the bed in a foggy state of arousal, the plummy head of his cock waving in the air as it globed with honeyed plashets of cum. He was sitting there in his own disorder, unable to move until he made eye contact with your unfairly pretty pussy again.

The sheeny gloss from your arousal webbed out ever so beautifully against your lips, hole pulsing softly as it begged to be filled properly. Tongues wouldn’t satisfy you anymore, that much was clear.

Sukuna’s peering over your shoulder as he holds you up like some trophy, “Don’t tell me you’re too pussydrunk to move, alien.” He chastises, “Come breed her with me before she runs out of stamina on us.”

Dabura snaps out of his momentary torpor and staggers up on his feet, quickly looming over the two of you in the next coming seconds. Then he brings a finger to your chin to tip your face further up and his voice is a small whisper, “Tell me something first…”

You bat your damp lashes at him in that same probing manner he’d grown to admire, the sight of which makes his heart feel weird again.

“How exactly did you prepare for this? I’m curious,” He asks.

You’re still hardly lucid so, your voice is at some cockdrunken pitch as words slide out of your throat, “I rode a uh-, t-thirteen inch dildo a couple times,” You explain, giggling in thought shortly after. “Took a while to get used to…”

Sukuna nuzzles into the crook of your neck like a big cat, “And you believe that has properly prepared you for three cocks? Fuck, you’re dumber than I thought—I like that.”

You grumble something short of a curse at him but the sound only makes him smile against your skin. Then Dabura is finally closing the distance between all of you and you feel his tip sloping up against your sex.

Few words are exchanged in the next few moments as the two decide it’s time to finally stuff you full.

The first dick that slides into you is one of Sukuna’s—the lower one—which is absurdly thick as it slots into your gushy hole. Following this is Dabura’s eager cock, which has throbby veins bumping against every crevice of your insides.

By this point you’re being streeeetched all the way the fuck out and think it damn near impossible to fit all three lengths inside you at the same time. One alone was more than enough to have your eyes crossing but two and eventually three?

Oh, you didn’t think you’d be able to feel your legs come next morning.

Though this was of very little concern to you. You came into this program to be bred by monsters and that’s exactly what you were determined to do—no matter how much your poor hole would have to be stretched open in the process.

And it didn’t help that all three cocks just kept bulging and twitching inside you, smooching over one another as they explored the inner depths of your sweet cunt. Something short of a cockdrunk smile was painted across your lips but you couldn’t really feel it.

The only thing you could feel were the three fat dicks wadding their way into you—along with the hot breaths all over both sides of your neck. Then came the gobbets of cum that filled your insides to the brim. So much so that it’d spilt out of your puffed labia and sogged onto the floor beneath the three of you.

They didn’t stop there though.

No, no, your monsters were just as determined as you were so they kept on with their uneven thrusts—Sukuna bucking forward each time Dabura sleethed his hips back, all whilst bouncing you up and down like a true fucktoy.

No other experience could quite compare to how used this one left you feeling, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Their mixed seeds schliiiicked ‘n sloshed around your gummy walls, sure to take after this prolonged session of feral fucking with the excuse of sexualized testing to mask it.

It’s not until you hear Sukuna and Dabura exchanging hushed words that you finally get an answer to at least one of your many questions.

“And if-, shit.. if that doesn’t work…” Sukuna’s steady humming towards the alien, “Dabura..”

“Yes?”

“I shall have to breed you next.”

A loong, awkward silence stretches on uncomfortably before he chokes in response. Batting his lashes, “What.”

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You had accepted them nonetheless, understanding where they had come from, and because of that, forgiveness had come easier than you had expected. 

Your heart, however, had not followed as quickly; something in it still holding onto the weight of what had been said, even if you had let it pass.

Sokka had noticed.

It had shown in the way he avoided your gaze in the days that followed, as if he knew some things could not be undone so easily. 

Days later, he too left for the Southern Water Tribe.

And then, Aang had left as well.

The departure had been inevitable, though that had not made it easier. You had been left alone in this unfamiliar place that you now called your home. 

Days passed in slow repetition, your time spent within the walls of a home that still felt unfamiliar despite being yours, your routine built out of small tasks meant to fill the hours that stretched forever and ever.

Republic City remained what it had always been, but none of it reached you in the way it had when he was there beside you. 

It had been six weeks since you had arrived in the city, and in that time, you had tried, in your own way, to reach outward.

You had sought out Katara.

She had been the only one who lived in the city, her time divided between its development and the people. Your conversations had been polite, never unpleasant, yet always riddled with awkwardness. 

You couldn't tell who was to blame for it, but a part of you suspected that she knew.

She knew that you were aware of what had once existed between her and your husband. And perhaps that awareness had made its way into your own actions, into the way you observed her, trying to understand what had once drawn Aang so completely toward her.

You found yourself understanding more than you expected to.

You saw her in the city, watching the way people turned to her with trust, the quiet recognition she received for the work she did, her gentle yet fierce presence both warm and reassuring. 

She stood not only as someone close to the Avatar, but as someone who had earned her place beside him, being the most loyal aid to the Avatar in his absence.

And in comparison, you felt—

Lacking.

You hadn't been able to help the feeling of incompetence wash over you whenever you noticed her, wondering if you had some talent to your name, maybe you could have been with Aang, aiding him has well.

But you knew there was little you could offer in the world Aang moved through so effortlessly. 

You had been raised for a different purpose, taught a different role in your sheltered upbringing, shaped into something that did not extend beyond the walls of a home, and now that you stood outside of your previous life, you found yourself uncertain of where you belonged.

You were raised to be a wife.

So you were being a wife, even in your husband's absence.

You could only stay at home, hoping Aang would come back soon.

And perhaps the spirits had heard your prayers, although they might have heard only half of it. Aang had arrived, but only in presence. Just a piece of him.

A letter.

The 'thud' sound had come first, breaking through the stillness of the room as something struck against the balcony glass. You had jumped in your seat, your first thought turning to intrusion. 

But then came the sound, a series of chirps that carried no threat.

You moved toward the balcony, your steps cautious at first, before reaching for the door and opening it.

The bird entered at once.

It was yellow and small, its movements quick as it flew up and it landed upon your shoulder, settling there with a few more chirps. 

The symbol upon its chest caught your attention immediately, the mark unmistakable.

The Air Nomad's Emblem.

The Avatar's messenger.

Your hand moved to the small roll secured against its back, fingers careful as you removed it.

The bird did not leave, instead following you inside as you stepped away from the balcony.

The letter had begun simple enough, your name attached to 'Dear'.

I wish I were there with you. I was going to come see you. I had a plan and everything!  A really good plan, actually. I even thought about what we would do when I got there. I'm not writing that part down, but I think you can take a guess. (I'm winking by the way.) But then everything here got complicated again and now I'm writing a letter instead. I miss you. A lot. Like...a lot a lot. It's weird being here without you. I keep catching myself turning to say something and then remembering you're not there, and it feels wrong. Those seven months with you... I think I got a little too used to you being there Things in the Fire Nation keep coming up, and every time I think I can leave, someone says, "Avatar! we need you for one more thing." and then it turns into five more things!  I promise I'm not staying away on purpose. I did think about hoping something would happen in Republic City so I'd have an excuse to come back faster— WAIT. No. That's a terrible idea. Please ignore that. Spirits, please definitely ignore that. I take it back.

A quiet laugh left you then, unbidden, the sound making the bird chirp up at you as you continued.

Flameo Ho Zuko heard me say something like that out loud earlier and now he looks annoyed every time I sigh, which is happening a lot, so I think I'm making it worse. But he did have a good idea! He said you could come stay at the palace for a while, so we don't have to keep missing each other like this. It wouldn't be forever. Just until things calm down here. Maybe a month. (Hopefully less, but I don't trust that right now.) I know the Fire Nation isn't exactly your favorite place, but it's different now. Really different. I want you to see it. I want to show it to you. Also! Important! Zuko has already left for Republic City for some work, so by the time you're reading this, he's already there. He said you can come back with him on his ship. Please come Will you come? Please Come You should come. (That wasn't me trying to sound cool or anything, just ignore the part where I said "please come" three times.) Anyway. Come. I'll be waiting for you.

That was all.

No farewell.

Just a promise he made on your behalf.

You lowered the letter slowly, your fingers still holding onto it, your thoughts already moving ahead of you.

Of course you would go.

Republic City had grown familiar, but it had not become yours. And although The Fire Nation didn't seem the keenest place to visit, with Aang there you could find stability in your feelings.

You would leave, because frankly, you still weren't that keen on making friends with your husband's first love.

And perhaps, in doing so, you would find something more than just his presence waiting for you.

Now brimmed with anticipation, all you could do is wait for the Fire Lord to reach out. So for now, you let your back hit the mattress, clutching Aang's letter to your chest as you stared up at the empty ceiling.

Zuko stared of the roof of his cabin, the bedding beneath him cold despite the ship belonging to the Fire Nation. 

The faint creak of wood and the distant rhythm of the waves against the hull filled the silence, yet it did little to settle him.

The night had fallen upon them, ready to lull everyone to sleep, yet Zuko took a few more moments before he succumbed to his heavy-eyes. 

He would reach Republic City when daylight touched the harbor, and with it would come the inevitable notion of meeting you again.

Spirits. 

He felt foolish for agreeing to Aang, even more so for having been the one to suggest it in the first place. The decision lingered with him now, because it was not something done out of reason, but as something he had failed to think through. 

He felt stupid. And worse, he felt guilty.

Guilt did not sit lightly with him. It never had. It settled deeper than irritation, heavier than regret, and it refused to leave once it dug its claws in. 

Aang had taken his suggestion at face value, had accepted it with gratitude, which only made it worse, believing it to come from a kind heart.

What Aang did not know, and what Zuko would never allow him to know, was that the motive behind Zuko's kindness had come from something far less noble. It had been a lapse in judgment. It was the perfect testimony of unauthorized curiosity coming to bite him in the ass.

And now he was left to sit with it.

His last conversation with you had ended poorly, at least that is what he believes. 

It had ended without resolution, leaving behind more questions than answers, and after what he had witnessed that very night was not something one forgets that easily, especially if it involves their closest friends. 

Your conversation with Aang had been cryptic without it meaning to be, broken subjects mentioned in passing, sentences incomplete because Aang just wouldn't keep quiet and let you speak. 

So, he often goes back to that night, revisiting the moments, trying to place the pieces of the puzzle you and Aang have seemed to conjure up around your marriage. 

He would replay it in his mind, shifting through what little he had heard, trying to understand something that had not been meant for him to understand in the first place.

"Did...did you tell Sokka about...what happened...—" "I would never! I would never disrespect you like that, I promise you." 

Something sensitive, so much so that Aang doesn't feel like it's his place to speak of it. 

"...I feel as though I have trapped you. I should have never agreed—" "You are the best thing that has happened to me. I know it may not have seemed like it in the beginning, but I do not regret asking you to marry me. I never will." 

Trapped.

The word had not left him since. It did not sit cleanly with anything else he knew of Aang, it did not align with what he understood.

Feeling like you trapped him. Arranged marriage? Aang mentioned his feelings were not mutual in the beginning, or that there never were any.

The signs pointed to arranged marriage, but it couldn't be one. 

Aang had admitted to being the one who proposed, and that he did not regret it. 

But, it had not begun with love. 

And yet—

Aang loved you.

That much was undeniable.

His constant sighs and mumblings of your name had driven him up the corner.

Zuko supposed your history was one of those things you just either knew or you didn't. 

It it had made him all the more curious about the two of you. 

He was not one to involve himself in matters that did not concern him, at least not anymore. He had learned restraint, learned where his place ended.

Yet this—

This had drawn his attention in a way he did not expect.

He no longer took your words at face value.

Not after that night.

Your vulnerable state that night did not soften the blow of what had been said before.

"He is still Aang's closest friend." "Perhaps he will not be for long."

He could eliminate all suspicions of you, blaming your actions on the being overwhelmed in a new city, surrounded by people who weren't too hospitable to your presence. 

But he didn't.

But he wanted to know more. And ever since Aang did share your social class, one just a level beneath his, being nobility, your presence had only piqued his interest.

And that, perhaps, was where his guilt found its root.

Guilt had flooded him quickly after offering your stay at the Fire Nation Palace, an offer that had come from his said interest, hoping to peel off the layers of secrecy you learned to adorn well, hoping to make sense of this marriage.

He really didn't enjoy the epiphany that he was only using his friend's mysterious turn in life for his own entertainment, wanting to make Aang's marital life his own private spectacle that can quench the thirst of both his novelty and boredom.

He had chosen not to look away.

He had chosen to look closer.

But the deed had been done, too late to take back his words once the pure joy on the Avatar's face had been showcased. 

Zuko had seen it.

And he had allowed it.

It was not something he took pride in.

But it was done.

And by the time the first light of morning reached the horizon, there would be no avoiding it.

The harbor stood prepared as The Fire Nation ship had been set for departure, its massive structure steady in the water. 

A sturdy metal plank extended from the dock to the deck, and along its length, soldiers stood aligned on either side, their formation strict.

You approached without hesitation.

Earlier that afternoon, one of the Fire Nation soldiers had arrived at your residence, his tone formal as he asked for your confirmation. You had given it without delay, and in return, he had informed you to be ready by two for departure. 

By the time you stepped onto the dock, your belongings had already been taken from your hands.

A small travel case that didn't carry more than what was necessary for a month long getaway. It had likely already been placed within your quarters aboard the ship. 

Your attention remained forward, holding your skirt to avoiding stepping on the delicate fabric as you moved up the slope.

At the top of the plank, he stood waiting.

Zuko did not move to meet you halfway, standing where the deck began as his presence held and authority you hadn't seen before.

Of course, the side of him shown tohis friends is not to be expected around his subordinates. With the exception of his family and friends, everyone gets the intimidating Fire Lord, someone to not be overstepped. 

Zuko wasn't sure where you fell. You were Aang's wife. You may not be his friend, but you stood higher than people he called acquaintances. His gaze settled on you the moment you stepped onto the plank, observing the same poise from a month ago.

You closed the distance without faltering, letting go of your skirt as the fabric ghosts the deck.

Zuko inclined his head. It was a small gesture, familiar to the first time you had encountered him.

"Welcome aboard," he said in greeting, although there was no actual joy behind it. Just duty.

There was nothing casual in the way he spoke, at least not with you. It reminded you of your own presence, one you had trained countlessly in front of the mirror.

He stepped aside, allowing you passage onto the deck, his hand extending slightly in quiet indication for you to move ahead of him.

Everything had been set. You would see Aang within two days. Even the thought bubbled excitement in the flesh of your heart, the built up loneliness starting to ebb away.

The ship was cold, floor feeling like ice beneath your bare feet as you walked around the ship. It was past your usual bedtime, the strike of midnight already having passed as you actively searched for the Fire Lord.

There were guards still stationed across the halls, and when you had asked for assistance, you were easily led by one of them, taking a turn as you trailed behind him down the long hallway. 

Finally you reached the door you had been searching for, the details along the metal a tad bit more extravagant than the others, four guards stationed at each side of it.

"The Lord's study, ma'am. Would you like me to announce you?" The helpful guard questions you as shake your head in disagreement. 

"I can knock perfectly well. Thank you for your assistance."

You reached forward, fingers retreating in your palm your fist collided with the metal with delicate force, producing just enough sound without risking a bruise along your skin.

You hear a faint 'Enter' resound from within the room, the guard stationed to the right of the door opening it before you could reach out. 

You give a nod in gratitude, stepping forward and letting your head peak in before the rest of you followed, the door closing shut behind you.

Zuko looked up surprised, lowering the scroll in his hand, eyes moving over your form, taking note of your nightly attire consisting of a thin lilac nightgown reaching past your knees, and a velvet warm robe worn untied over it for warmth.

"Good evening, Lord Zuko." You greet him, your body leaning forward into an objectively low bow, just as you had been taught when you were younger. 

As you did so, Zuko had wished the Agni Kai with his father had gotten rid of his eyesight instead of sparing him with a scar, because it was embarrassing how quickly his sight fell onto your dipping cleavage. 

In an instant, he averted his gaze with a hitch in his breath, eyes burning as though he had disrespected the entirety of Aang's existence with just one glance.

He cleared his throat in an attempt to compose himself, surfing through his brain for a respectful chain of words to speak.

"A 'Good Morning' would be a more appropriate greeting.." He humors you, and you get a slight chuckle.

"May I help you?" His words addressing you, not quite sure about your presence in his study.

"I simply wished to extend my gratitude for your kind gesture. Aang mentioned that this impromptu arrangement had been your suggestion, and I wished to thank you." 

You speak softly, taking a few steps forward to address him better. 

"I appreciate your gratitude, though I assure you it is unnecessary. It is an honor to assist the Avatar."

His words were so formal, even while addressing Aang.

"You mean your friend." You correct. Zuko blinks, his gaze measured as he scanned your face.

"Yes. My friend." He repeats, amusement laced in his words, leaning back as his elbows meet the armrest, resting his chin on the bumps of his knuckles. 

"Hmm. Well, I have said what I wished to. I shall take my leave—"

"Sit."

The Fire Lord's words came as an order, leaving you surprised at how little room he left for refusal with just as single word.

"Join me for some tea. It may help you rest, given how you're still up at this hour." He adds.

You're stuck in your place for a few moments, not sure how to respond to it, so instead of a verbal response, you simply walk forward, taking the seat across from him on the smaller chair, while Zuko calls for his guard and orders tea for the two of you.

"How has the city treated you thus far?"

Zuko starts the conversation with the most mundane question, but you humor him anyway.

You sigh.

"It is boring."

"Careful."

His comment comes quick, prompting you to look at him as his next words follow.

"The city is a symbol of peace, an aftermath of years of war finally brought to justice. Your words risk diminishing the very foundation of what your hus..." He trails of, the urge to chaff taking over. 

"...What my friend has built." 

Your jaw locks subtly, muscle tensing in your cheek at the obvious jab to your previous comment.

"I did not intend to offend the foundation of the city. It stands with purpose, and I understand the weight it carries, but that does not make it any less uneventful for me."

You chide, the guard walking into the study, setting two cups down and pouring you both a share.

Zuko leans forward now, letting out a hum at your words as gestures for the guard to leave.

You then continue—

"What is it like ruling the Fire Nation?"

Zuko hesitates for a moment before answering.

"Torment."

You hide your amusement behind the cup, taking a small sip.

"Oh, How so?"

"It is no easy task to redeem a nation after a century of damage."

"Hmm." You hummed, holding the teacup between your fingers, the warmth settling into your palms, your eyes lowering briefly before lifting again to meet his.

"How did you and Aang become friends?" you asked, the question carrying some curiosity behind it, but you looked at him as if there was already a correct answer for it.

Zuko did not answer immediately, his eyes lingering on you as if searching for the answer you expect, before he leaned back slightly in his chair.

"I'm sure Aang has already told you."

"Yes," you replied, taking a small sip before continuing, "but as you mentioned that day, Aang tends to soften his words."

A faint shift passed through his face, and for the first time, since you've met him, a small smile finds its way to his lips.

"That he does," he said, his voice lower now. 

"Aang and I have come a long way. It is not a story to speak on briefly ." 

His gaze averted to the side, as if he was recalling something he didn't like dwelling on. 

"Perhaps another night."

He rose then, unhurried with his steps as his attention shifted away from you completely, your eyes trailing him.

"Although," he continued, his back partially turned as he made his way toward one of the cabinets along the wall, "if you wish to speak of Republic City, I would welcome the conversation."

You watched him, your fingers resting lightly against the rim of your cup.

"What is there to speak about?" you asked, your voice carrying dismissal about the topic.

"Plenty," he replied, retrieving a bottle from within the cabinet before turning back toward you. 

"You may find it 'boring,' as you say, but it is your home now, is it not?"

The cork came free with a soft sound, the scent of wine settling into the air between you.

"I hope you don't mind," he added, not quite asking.

You dismissed it with a small wave of your hand.

He returned to the table, the bottle in one hand, a glass in the other, placing them down softly as he remained on his feet and poured himself his desired amount.

"You all have made a wonderful place of Republic City—"

"I was not there for most of it," he interrupted, correcting your statement before it could end.

"It would feel wrong to take credit for something I did not build."

"Are you trying to take advantage of my lack of knowledge?" you asked immediately, a hint of challenge behind your voice.

"I am well aware of what the city was built upon."

He stilled for a fraction of a second, then tilted his head slightly, interest flickering in his expression.

"And what might that be?"

"Fire Nation colonies." You spoke in fact.

Your gaze was stuck on the warm liquid held within the cup, no longer meeting his eye. He let out a hum, something akin to approval but you knew it was far from it.

"It seems you were not as sheltered as you allowed us to believe," he said, lifting his glass and taking a slow sip.

The words settled between you, neither of you rushing to move past them.

"Aang and Katara put in a great deal of work into it," he added after a moment, his choice of words so deliberate, that he felt bad for saying them the moment they slipped past his tongue.

"Yes," you said, your fingers tightening slightly around your cup, your voice lowering for your next words, "Aang and Katara truly have."

Zuko continued to watch you. He didn't need to touch you to notice your face getting warmer, the subtle embarrassment of the being scrutinized under his gaze evident across your skin, laced with what Zuko would conclude being jealousy. 

"May I ask you something?" you continued, your gaze finally meeting his in earnest, leaving him no room to disapprove.

He inclined his head once, already aware of where the conversation had begun to turn.

"Aang still has feelings for her, does he not?"

Zuko's mouth gapes open a little, eyes widening in tandem, not expecting you to be so direct about it. 

But then again, with how much he knows of you and has concluded about you, he should have guessed you weren't one to beat around the bush.

Zuko did not answer right away. He brought the glass to his lips instead, taking a measured sip before lowering it again.

"It is not my place to speak on that."

"No," you agreed with him, setting the half empty cup of tea back on the table, the crystal clattering onto the saucer. 

"It is not. But I have no one else to turn to." Your admission tasted rancid on your tongue, yet you had no other choice but to be truthful.

"And I trust you to give me an honest answer."

That gave him pause. 

He set his glass down with care, then moved.

The distance between you closed in a few steps, his presence shifting from across the table to beside you, his hand reaching out toward your cup without asking.

Before you could react, he lifted it, tilting it slightly, the remaining tea spilling onto the saucer below.

Your lips parted, words forming without finding shape, your attention fixed on the quiet audacity of the gesture.

Zuko did not look at you.

He reached for his glass instead, pouring a measure of wine into the now-empty teacup, filling it only a quarter of the way before setting it back in front of you.

The scent of wine replaced the fading warmth of tea.

Only then did he meet your gaze again.

"How did you meet Aang?"

Your gaze snapped to him, swallowing your previous complaints before even a single one could come out.

"He stumbled across our nation, looking for traces of Air Nomad artifacts." You answer.

"Is that the truth?"

Your fingers curled slightly against your palm.

"Why would you doubt that it isn't?"

"Because, that wasn't what Aang told me."

The words landed with force, calling you out on your lie. 

Aang wouldn't have. Zuko was leering you into his trap, and even a falter along your face could give it away.

"I have already mentioned that I abstain from drinking. What is this?" you asked, attempting to steer the conversation elsewhere.

"In case you need it."

"For what?"

Zuko shrugs, his answer plain.

"Liquid courage," he replied.

"For what? I believe I asked a question first." You reminded smoothly.

"And I asked one in return."

"Which I answered."

"Not honestly."

You scoffed.

"It is the truth." Was your only comment before your gaze dropped to the cup in front of you, the dark liquid catching the dim light from the torches.

Then, your eyes lifted again, meeting his through lowered lashes, your expression tightening despite you faux smile.

"Are you curious about my life, Zuko?"

Zuko chuffs, mirth painted on his face as he bit back just a hard.

"Only if you are curious about Katara," he returned without pause.

"Please," you said, your voice flattening, "the information you have does not even come close."

"All information holds value, so long as one is willing to hear it."

"I could simply ask my husband."

"Of course," he said before ending his statement.

"...And I will be here when you are left unsatisfied." 

He hadn't intended to make his words wield the double edge, but it was blatant and out in the air, compelling you to snap at him.

"Lord Zuko!" you gasp, rising from your seat in one swift motion.

Even then, even standing at your full height, he remained taller, his presence looming over yours even more so than it did before.

"I was told you spoke well of me when Sokka insulted my honor," you continued, your voice trying to remain hospitable despite the rage beneath it. 

"It led me to believe we might form a decent acquaintance after how our last conversation ended. It appears I was mistaken."

Zuko lowered his glass, surprised at your outburst, although he didn't let it show.

"I did not intend to offend you," he said after a moment, his tone steadier now that he understood he had crossed a line with you. 

You, who were still a stranger to him.

"One cannot help but be curious when a friend returns married."

"This is becoming repetitive," you let out a crude laugh. "You sound just like Sokka."

"I do not agree with what he said," Zuko answered, his remark unwavering, "but I do not dismiss his suspicions entirely either. We have no reason to trust you. Not after that night."

"What do you mean?" You caught it immediately.

He slipped up. Zuko stilled for a second, registering it to himself that he almost ratted himself out at that moment.

"Call it instinct," he said, correcting course without hesitation. 

"I am simply looking out for my friend."

The emphasis settled heavily.

You stepped back from him at once, the space between you re-established in a single motion, your back turning to him before he could read anything further from your face.

"Good night, Lord Zuko."

You did not look back.

The door opened with more force than necessary, then shut just as quickly behind you, leaving the room in silence once more.

Zuko remained where he stood, his gaze fixed on the space you had occupied, unmoving for a moment longer, then, slowly, he exhaled.

A minute passed before he moved, lowering himself into the seat you had vacated, the warmth of your presence still faintly lingering against the cushions. 

He reached for the teacup he had filled, lifting it without thought, and drinking from it in one long motion before setting it back down.

He had come too close.

The realization settled in as his hand came up to cover his eyes, his fingers pressing briefly against his brow. His breathing slowed, steadying, each inhale pulling in the faint trace of something left behind.

Your perfume.

It lingered subtly, woven into the still air of the room.

He did not notice when his hand lowered, or when sleep claimed him, his thoughts left unresolved, drifting out of reach one by one.

The wind was gratefully soft the next morning, brushing against your face in steady currents, tugging gently at the strands of your hair that had been carefully set by you an hour ago, lifting the edges of your attire in soft movement.

You stood on the deck, hands placed on the railing as you watched the nearing harbor.

You were about to meet Aang again and you had evidently dressed for the occasion.

Gone were the simpler fabrics from the night before, replaced now with garments that carried your upbringing in every thread. Rich silks draped around you, the shades of orange and yellow woven together with intricate embroidery. 

Jewelry rested against your skin, delicate like most of your other trinkets, light blue stones set across your ears, your wrists, your neck, even within your hair.

The colors did not go unnoticed.

Zuko stood at a distance across the deck, his posture composed as he studied you. 

His gaze had settled on you long before the ship had begun to slow, and it remained there still, scanning your attire like he had done the first time he met you.

Orange. Yellow. Blue. 

The colours of the Air Nomads. 

Or better yet, the colours of Aang.

It was intentional.

Zuko wondered if it was something you had planned before you joined him on the ship, or had his words trigged you so much that you felt the need to declare your standing beside the Avatar by a show of your clothes.

You hadn't acknowledged him all morning, only having offered him a 'good morning', your voice carrying none of the sharpness from the night before, yet you had not met his eyes.

And you did not do so now.

So he turned his gaze away as the harbor approached, the ship slowing down before eventually coming to a halt.

The descent from the ship was quick, the soldiers once again lining either side of the plank as you stepped down behind Zuko. The guards surrounded you both in practiced formation, their presence forming a boundary that guided you both, leading you forward through the path that had already been cleared.

You followed, Zuko, albeit, a few steps behind.

The irritation had not faded entirely. You could understand his and the others worry for their friend, but they had no business crossing the line with you on multiple occasions.

You still didn't know who displeased you more. 

Sokka, who had berated in your absence, but had apologized somewhat earnestly. 

Or Zuko, who had spoken it to your face (which on some level, you respected), but had yet to offer you an apology.

The displeasure lingered beneath your composure, and although you tired to conceal it, it showed in the way your gaze remained forward, never once shifting toward Zuko despite the proximity.

The palace gates opened before you, and the moment you stepped inside, everything else ceased to matter. 

Zuko ceased to matter.

Because Aang stood there.

At the center of the place grounds, his hand was smoothening the fur Appa's head, the sky bison leaning into his touch. There was ease in his posture as he stood there along will someone from the Fire Nation.

Then he saw you.

His face lit at once, his entire presence moving with it as he straightened, his steps already beginning before his thoughts could catch up, each one faster than the last as he crossed the distance between you.

You did not wait.

The formation you were in broke swiftly, your hands lifting your skirts just enough to allow your steps to quicken, your composure slipping in favor of something far more genuine as you moved toward him.

You closed the space with the same urgency, meeting his halfway.

His arms came around you without hesitation, pulling you into him fully, leaving no space between the two of you. The force of it caught you off guard, your own arms trapped at your sides beneath his hold.

Your breath was caught in your throat for a second before laughter found its way through it.

"Aang!" you exclaimed, laughing as you struggled in his hold, wanting him to free your arms.

He did not let go immediately.

He pulled only back enough to see you, his hands shifting as one lifted to your face, his warm palm settling against your cheek.

"...You are a sight," he said, brushing his thumb on your skin.

His lips met yours gently, his eyes closing in the moment as you craned your neck at the notion.

He only pulled away once the others had caught up to them.

Zuko approached with the guards at his side, his steps slowing as he reached the two of you, observing the scene with an unreadable countenance.

Aang turned toward him, his arm moving easily around your shoulders to keep you close against him.

"Yo! Flameo Hotman!" he greeted, his tone bright as always, carrying his unfiltered tone that was never questioned.

"Thanks for bringing her here safely. I really owe you one." His gratitude followed smoothly, as you tried not to hide your face in your husband's chest.

Zuko nodded is head slightly in answer.

"You owe me nothing," he said. "It was no trouble to ensure her arrival."

His eyes flickered toward you for only a second which you did not meet.

"I will have her settled in her room now," Aang added, already shifting his weight, his attention returning fully to you.

Just like that, one second you stood beside him, and the next, you were lifted from the ground, his arm sliding beneath your knees while the other supported your back, pulling you up into his hold.

"Aang!" you let out startled, your voice breaking into laughter at the suddenness of it.

"Avatar Aang, you have a meeting scheduled to—"

The Grand Chamberlain, the one who had been waiting for the Fire Lord's arrival along with Aang, cut through the moment, though it did not last long.

"Do not disturb the Avatar and his wife."

Zuko's voice followed, firm, leaving no room for further interruption.

The man fell silent at once.

Zuko's gaze shifted toward Aang then, giving a brief smile.

"You may take her. I will handle it."

Aang did not wait.

"Great! Take care of Appa for me!" he said, already walking away, light on his feet as his pace remained unbothered by the weight of you in his arms.

The palace was substantially more breathtaking than you had anticipated.

Your arms found their place around his neck, your fingers curling against him as you looked everywhere in awe. You took to admiring the grandiose walls, observing the ceiling and the symmetry of the torches.

Your earlier composure was entirely forgotten now that you were with Aang.

"How are you, my love?" he asked, making you snap your attention back to him.

"Were you bored without me? I bet you were." He laughed softly at the end of it.

For a moment, your mind faltered, and Zuko mattered again.

The memory surfaced uninvited at the word 'bored', the echo of last night's conversation returning where you had left it, Zuko's voice threading through it.

"It is boring." "Careful. The city is a symbol of peace, an aftermath of years of war finally brought to justice. Your words risk diminishing the very foundation of what your hus..." "...my friend has built."

All of that just because you spoke your truth? You pushed past the feeling, but you wondered how Aang would react to your answer if it had been him last night.

"I was bored out of my mind," you admitted, scanning his face as you spoke ahead. "This city life was not what I expected at all. Especially without you there."

Aang only hummed in response.

There was no judgement in his face, no edge taking over.

The absence of it eased something in you, the tension you had not realized you were holding loosened within your chest.

"I've barely even been in the city," Aang continued. "Most of the time, the house just felt empty."

His steps slowed slightly as he spoke, turning his face toward you again.

"At least now I have you to come home to."

He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against yours in a playful nudge that drew you swat lightly at his neck as you laughed.

"We're here!" he exclaims, pushing open the doors with his back and bringing you in. 

And as Aang walked over to the bed in the center of the room, admiring the place as if he hadn't just spent most of his days there, your eyes were trained on him, gaze softening at realizing how far you had both come.

Finally reaching the bed, he gets onto the mattress before placing you down on the soft comforter, his figure looming over you. 

He gives another kiss to your cheek before pulling away, getting off the bed as his hands reach for your feet that remain off the bed. 

With swift movements, he removes one of your delicate footwear, as you finally look at the interior.

"This room is quite lovely." You remark.

"Your old one would've put it to shame," Aang jokes, placing your foot down to remove the other shoe.

"So...it seems they have been working my husband to the bone," you muse, leaning up slightly, supporting your upper body with your elbows to look at him.

"It's not that bad..."

"Aang."

"...Okay, yeah. It's kinda sucks."

You let out a soft chuckle at that, watching him as he lowers your other foot and gathers your footwear in one hand, walking toward the wall across from the bed.

"How was the trip? Did Zuko treat you well?" Aang asks as he kneels to arrange your shoes beside the vanity along the wall.

His back was turned to you, which you were are grateful for, considering how your reaction had nearly shown on your face.

"It was...fine."

Aang knew that tone. He turns around instantly, brows pulling together.

"Everything okay?" he asks carefully.

"Of course," you say with believable certainty, offering him a small smile before it fades.

"Can I ask you something?" you continue at once, watching as he walks back to you.

"Always," he says, stopping at the edge of the bed, your feet beside his thighs.

"Did the Fire Lord ever ask you about how we met?"

At your question, Aang brings a hand to his chin, looking off as he thinks before answering.

"I think so...Yeah! He did. Once."

"And what did you tell him?"

"I said I was looking for Air Nomad artifacts, and I came across your nation."

That's what you had said as well, which meant your instincts had been correct. Zuko had wanted you to slip up.

"Why do you ask?" Aang's question breaks you out of your epiphany.

"I was just wondering..." you trail off, your gaze slipping away from his.

"You're lying."

What is it with everyone calling you a liar?

"Did he say something?" Aang persisted.

"He just asked how we met."

"And?"

"And...nothing," you finish with a light laugh.

Aang doesn't take it lightly, ignoring your attempt to divert the mood.

"What did he say?" he presses, his voice lowering.

"Like I said. Nothing." You try to end it there.

"Fine. I'll just ask him myself."

Aang was done with everything. He already had to deal with Sokka once, now he did not want to go against Zuko as well.

It killed him how unwelcoming his friends were being, and it only made things worse that Zuko of all people, one that he didn't expect, one that had taken your side against Sokka, had potentially said something to upset you.

He turns, and you stare at his retreating figure in shock.

"Aang, wait!" you call, pushing yourself up fully as he turns back toward you.

"What?" he snaps, a hint of irritation slipping through.

You huff, trying not to roll your eyes at his childish behavior, even though you know others might just call it being protective.

"I haven't seen my husband for a month," you say, easing back onto your elbows again, eyes gaze narrowing with intention as you subtly tilt your head. 

"Must we start with an argument? Hm?"

You hum at the end of your question, straightening your knees as you continued.

"I was hoping for something more...welcoming. After all, you did promise me something in that letter, didn't you?"

You were right.

He hadn't seen you in a month.

Aang stills, lips tightening as a blush creeps over his face.

He gives in, letting out an exhale as he walks back without another word, light steps bringing him to the bed again as he climbs onto it, leaning over you.

His hands coming up to hold your face as he draws closer and he kisses you, deeper this time.

His lips move against yours, your eyes falling shut as he pushes you onto your back, the mattress dipping under the two of you.

He pulls back, a faint flush settling over his face.

"We're still talking about this later," he murmurs, a little dazed.

"Fine," you grumble. "Now take off your shoes, Avatar."

Aang lets out a quiet laugh, already shifting back.

"Yes, ma'am."

chapter four coming soon...

a/n: thank you so much for all the support you guys have been giving this story, it only motivates me to write more of it! i wanted to use this opportunity to clarify that this story is not a polyamorous story. at least not yet. i do change my mind often for what works best for a story, and if I genuinely think i can make it work, i would be open to it. but so far, a poly relationship does not suit this story. i did think of it, but i can't justify why either of the two men would be okay with 'sharing' you. it is canon that zuko is a little possessive, and i just KNOW that aang is as well.

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You're sucking him in deeper than he expected you to, and it catches him absolutely off guard. Which you notice rather quickly, batting your fucked-out eyes up at him, "Aang? Are you okay?"

"Yeah-, yes.. You just keep—" He hunches over against you—body going taut and lean muscles constricting against one another. "You keep squeezing me like that."

Begining to like seeing him struggle, "Squeezing like what?" you asked in sync with your walls clenching around the deft base of his cock.

Air puffs right out of him as if he'd been choked and his body shudders with something powerful coursing through him. You only catch it for a split second the first time it happens—a brief flash over both his markings and his eyes as his next array of groaning stammers out of him.

Following this is the flash of something wild in his eyes as they broaden, pupils dialating a fraction. Aang's head tips to the side and the plump crown of his cock slavers itself alllll around your insides, the puffy lips of your cunt left to quiver around him.

"You're so pretty-," Your loving boyfriend chuffs out, unknowingly thrusting into you harder via a burst of controlled air slapping against his backside. "H-Have I told you that? Hm?" He's asking as if he wasn't literally air bending himself into fucking you harder.

Your head just barely manages a nod, tears coating your lash line, "Nngh-, yes, Aang."

"Say it back to me then," Aang encourages. In between his breathy words, a brush of air is felt slithering against your cunt. It was almost as if his ability to seamlessly multitask was showcasing the best of his abilities via stimulating you everywhere. "Tell me how pretty my girl is, yeah?"

The sensation brings a stutter to your speech, "A-Aang, I can’t," you cry out, nails lightly scraping at his back.

He smiles halfway before his thrusting grows erratic and his jaw slacks some, "Oh. You're gushing-, shit."

You feel the way his tip pulsates inside you, his hips struggling to pull himself back for a moment long enough to give his cock a second to breathe—not that he much cared to do so anyway.

"So wet. Wanna see you cum-, wanna feel it." Aang husks, "Can you do that? Cum for me?"

"Mhmm," You nod weakly at first but within the next few seconds, as something begins to rumble distantly, you start to second guess your agreement. Mouth falling agape, “Wait, s’too much-,” you try to warn him.

He’s lost though—lost in the feel of your greedy insides begging his dick to spill enough seed into you to repopulate a nation or two at least. Aang’s unconscious manipulation of air only gets worse too, he goes from using his bending to fuck himself deeper to using it to sprawl your puffy pussy lips ‘n legs apart even wider.

You’re a stretched out mess in mere seconds, gasping his name and crying out in pleasure as your back begins arch. Then he’s chuckling all of a sudden and you swear for a moment he’s not even the same man you knew him to be.

Aang’s head cocks back some and his eyes roll back, “You can take it,” he grunts like he knows his words to be true and no argument could convince him otherwise. “You always do. Mmgh-,” He bites his lip for a second before looking down at you once more. “Can’t you feel that? The air helpin’ me fill you up? It’s-, hah.. It’s a little something I’ve been practicing.”

You pout at first, “Aang, I don’t know if-, mmgnh! Y-Your markings!”

The room illuminates with colors of spiritual blue before he notices what you’re talking about.

“What about them?” Aang asks cluelessly, his voice having changed due to the height of pleasure and energy surging through him.

Sweat drips down his body but it doesn’t even manage to touch you or the bed because he’s bending those droplets just as he was the air—completely losing himself in the feel of you and bending all sorts of shit because of it.

“They’re glowing,” You gasp.

Then his cock buries itself all the way in, every stiff inch clamped by your sappy insides, and his body comes to a sharp stop.

You knew there were… concerns when it came to having sex with your boyfriend who just so happens to be the avatar. But, no one told you he’d enter the avatar state just from cumming too hard!!

It’s while creamy gushes of cum are flooding into your poor cunt that his body is shuddering and he’s literally entering a new state of pleasure. He could hardly manage a word out or even move, the state had taken him over entirely.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little worried for him because of it, but honestly you were a tad bit distracted by how fucking hot it was.

You shouldn’t let this go to your head, really.

But who else can say their pussy sent their boyfriend into the avatar state?

That’s something to brag about!

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“No,” he snaps, voice hoarse as his fingers twist tighter in your hair, hips stuttering up in shallow, needy thrusts he can’t control. “Finish the briefing.”

You hum around his throbbing cock just to be mean, the vibration making his thigh twitch hard against your cheek. His hips jerk up involuntarily, shoving another thick inch past your lips. Zuko’s trying so hard to look composed but his cock is leaking steadily onto your tongue.

Then Advisor Kael leans forward, voice cautious. “My Lord… regarding the proposed alliance with the Earth Kingdom colonies. What are your thoughts on increasing the tribute demands? Should we push for more grain shipments or—”

Zuko opens his mouth to answer, but you choose that exact moment to swallow him to the hilt again, throat fluttering around the thick head as you suck hard.

“W-we… ah—” His voice cracks instantly, turning into a shaky stammer. “We s-should…ahem—maintain the current… f-fuck—current terms for n-now—”

The advisors blink, exchanging uneasy glances. Zuko’s face is flushed dark, sweat beading along his hairline. His hand in your hair is trembling violently now. You suck harder, faster, cheeks hollowed, spit dripping down your chin as you work him with messy, wet sounds that only he can hear.

Advisor Kael frowns deeper. “My Lord? Are you certain? You seem… distracted.”

“I’m f-fine,” Zuko forces out, the words slurred and breathy. His free hand slams down on the table again, knuckles white. “J-just… continue. The tribute stays as is. No changes. Meeting… hah—meeting adjourned. All of you—out. Now.”

The advisors hesitate for a split second, murmuring confused goodbyes and bowing quickly before filing out one by one. The heavy doors slide shut behind the last one with a soft thud, leaving the war room silent except for Zuko’s ragged breathing.

He shoves his chair back just enough, both hands fisting tight in your hair as he thrusts up hard into your mouth. His thick cock slams to the back of your throat in one rough stroke, making you gag around him.

“Fuck—finally—” he groans, His hips snap up again and again, fucking your mouth with short, needy thrusts that have his balls slapping wetly against your chin. “You—nghh—you fucking tease—taking me like that in front of them—ahh—!”

He’s lost all control now, hips jerking frantically as he chases his release. Thick pulses of hot cum flood your mouth, and he keeps thrusting through it whimpering softly with every spurt. “F-fuck… ah—ahh—good… so good—”

When it finally ebbs, Zuko slumps in the chair, chest heaving, still buried between your lips. His fingers loosen in your hair, turning gentle as he strokes shakily over your cheek. He pulls you off slowly, a string of spit and cum connecting your swollen lips to his twitching cock. Then he drags you up into his lap, burying his face in your neck with a shaky, mortified groan. “They definitely heard that last part.”

“aang—” you sigh, instinctively clenching around him. the thought of you swollen with his child makes him grow harder inside you. he wants to fill you up until it takes.

“mmh need it so bad” he whimpers, “need to — hah —make you completely mine”

the thought of you carrying his child consumes him. his thrusts are desperate and sloppy, driven by this singular goal. each time he drives into you, the force of it jolts your entire body up the futon. your hips shift, just an inch, but it’s enough for him to slip out with a wet, frustrating sound

“nonono stay still” he whines, a sound of pure anguish against your collarbones. as if the fault isn’t entirely his. his hips jerk forward to no avail, “please baby, just—mghh— let me stay inside you”

his voice betrays how close he is to tears

“aang” you murmur, reaching up to cup his face. your thumb brushes away the moisture gathering at the corner of his eye, “i’m not going anywhere”

you shift your legs, wrapping them around his waist to tether him to you. his grey eyes are dark and hazy, clouded by the vision of you round with his child, leaving only a ring of silver around his dilated pupils. he fumbles between your bodies, hands shaking ever so slightly as he lines himself up again. he pushes back in with as much self-control as he can muster, and for a moment, it’s perfect.

then his hips snap forward again, and the same thing happens. you’re jolted away, and he slides free. it’s a deeply frustrating cycle. your hand traces the blue arrow on his forearm tenderly, “i’ve got you” you whisper, “i’m right here”

“please please please” he cries. he wants to hold you down, to pin you in place and take what he wants, but his hands are already occupied. his right holds him firmly above you while his left hand is laced with yours, fingers intertwined and pressed into the pillow above your head, a connection he refuses to break. he won’t let go. he can’t. not now. not ever

his hips falter again, slipping free with a squelch that has him whimpering against your throat. he keens forward, trying to maintain the shallow angle that will keep him buried inside you. but his need is too potent and his control is too frail

“relax aang” your voice a soothing balm against his fervor. he lifts his head and you can see crystal tears trickling through the sweat on his flushed skin. your free hand, the one not trapped in his grip, comes to rest on his shoulder. rubbing circles on his slick skin

“i can’t . .” he trails off, his breath hitching, “can’t i can’t mmh . . i keep losing you” his fingers tighten around yours, his chest rising and falling with ragged gasps.

for a moment, you think his overwhelming need has shattered him completely. his expression is one of pure anguish. then, within seconds, it shifts from frustration to something you can’t quite place your finger on.

“aang are you okay?” you ask softly, trying to offer what little comfort you can. he takes a shuddering breath. silver eyes dropping to where your bodies are joined, or rather, where they should be joined. he swallows thickly, “can i” he starts, then lifts his eyes to yours once more, “need to try something but i don’t want to hurt you”

even now — in the most intimate of moments — his fear of his own power and the destruction he’s capable of looms.

“you’ve never hurt me before,” you whisper, voice unwavering. it’s the honest truth. aang holds you with a tenderness that contradicts the power that hums beneath his skin. he’s always been so careful with you, so gentle.

he shakes his head miserably. he can’t quite meet your eyes, gaze darting away to the pillow beside your head.

“i can’t think straight anymore” he mumbles, voice barely audible. “feels like all my control is gone. s’much noise in my head right now, i just need you so bad”

he shifts his weight restlessly. the blush dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears is a testament to his utter mortification at having to admit this.

he takes another shaky breath, “i was thinking. . . i c-could use my bending.” he pauses, and the blush deepens, if that’s even possible. he looks utterly humiliated. “to. . . hold you still”

he finally forces himself to look at you, silently begging you to not be disgusted by him, to not be afraid. “i’ll be careful just. . need you to stay still. s-so i can . . .please. i won’t be rough, i p-promise, i. . i—”

aang is the most powerful being in the universe, yet the weakest in your arms. you nod, you trust him with your life, with the universe.

a shaky exhale leaves his lips, and you feel the wind shift. the air in your room grows heavy, pressing against your skin. you feel a caress against your skin that isn’t his hands. a soft, swirling current of air that traces the curve of your waist, the dip of your hips. it's like being held by a pair of strong, invisible hands, one on each side of your pelvis, anchoring you in place.

it’s unyielding but it doesn’t hurt. you test it, trying to shift your hips, and find you can’t move more than an inch

“hold on” he murmurs, eyes screwed shut in concentration. the blue arrow on his forehead seems to glow faintly. you feel the air pressing against your back, your shoulders. a man-made cocoon that prevents any further movement of your lower body

he opens his eyes, watching your face intently, searching for any sign of pain. “is that okay?” he asks, voice tight with restraint. “does it hurt baby?”

“no” you shake your head, “it’s fine aang, can barely feel it”

“good,” he breathes, relief washing over his features, “that’s really, really good” he doesn’t waste another second, lining himself up at your entrance and pushing in slowly. this time when his hips snap forward, the air holds you steady

“ohhh,” he chokes out, his pace immediately becoming more confident, more stable. “yesyesyes, you feel so g-good. you’re so perfect for me.”

the blue arrow tattoo trailing from his temple, seems to be pointing right at you, marking the path of his lewd intention. his forehead presses against yours. huge hand never letting go of yours, silver eyes fixed on you. even as his hips pound into yours with a brutal rhythm. “take it. all of it. gonna fill you up so good.”

his words are pure filth. they make your whole body clench around him. you’re completely at his mercy, “aang please,” you whimper, the only word you can manage. you’re not even sure what you’re begging for. but he seems to understand anyway.

“i know, baby,” he murmurs, “i know what you need.” he unravels your grasp from his, thick fingers sliding down your side and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. he traces the curve of your hip, the dip of your waist, before coming to rest on the soft swell of your stomach.

“right here,” he says, pressing his palm flat against your lower belly. “gonna put our baby righttt here.” his hips snap forward again, harder this time “gonna fill you up so much you’ll be able to feel it for days”

the thought makes your whole body clench around him, “don’t do that,” he gasps. “won’t last much—hck—longer, i want . . . want to savor this”

but you can’t help it — the way he’s talking, the way he’s looking at you like you’re the most fragile thing in the world while simultaneously rutting into you like he wants to break you— it’s too much. your body responds on its own, tightening around him again and again.

“aang” you whimper, tears beading your waterline

“baby” he curses, hips stuttering, each thrust growing sloppier, clumsier by the second. “you want it too, mmh don’t you? want me to breed you until you’re carrying my child?”

“yes,” you manage to gasp out, the word dripping off your tongue mindlessly “yes, aang. wan’ it. want you."

his hips lose all semblance of rhythm. “gonna do it,” he pants against your lips, his silver eyes wild and unfocused. “gonna make you round and full with my airbender.”

his hand presses harder on your stomach, as if he can already feel the life he’s determined to create there. “our little air nomad,” he whimpers, a sob of pleasure. “gonna have your pretty eyes. . . gonna fly before they can walk.”

your inner walls, slick and swollen from his relentless pounding, clamp down around him, milking his cock, pulling him deeper.

“ohh baby” he stutters, burying himself to the hilt as the first real wave of your orgasm hits. his cock is trapped in the vice-like grip of your release. every time your walls convulse, they drag against his length, the sensitive ridge of his tip catching on your clenched muscles. it makes his whole body shake.

you can feel him twitching inside you, a telltale sign of his own impending release, and the thought only intensifies your own.

“that’s it, baby, that’s it,” he’s chanting, words barely coherent. “take it. take all of me. mghh, you’re so tight. so perfect. my —hck— forever girl”

he’s trying to move, to keep thrusting into you, but your body won’t let him. you’re squeezing him too tight. he’s trapped, and the realization seems to push him over the edge. his whole body goes rigid, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as he spills inside you.

a hot, sticky pulse that seems to go on forever. tangible proof of his desire, making good on his promise to fill you up, to breed you. it feels like he’s pouring his very soul into you.

he collapses on top of you, his full weight pressing you into the futon, but you don’t mind. his face is buried in your hair, his breathing uneven against the shell of your ear. for a long time, the only sound is the frantic beating of his heart against your ribs and the wind still whispering at the edges of the room

then he presses a soft, kiss to your shoulder, lips gentle against your glistening skin. “are you okay?” he whispers frantically, “did i hurt you?”

you turn your head to look at him, his silver eyes full of a love so profound it makes your heart swell. “no,” you whisper back, and you mean it with every fiber of your being. “it was perfect.”

he pushes himself up on his elbows, he looks down at where you’re still joined, pulling put carefully. you whimper at the loss, at the feeling of his cum beginning to trickle out of you.

“i’ve been thinking about it for such a long time.” he shifts, settling beside you and pulling you into his arms. you rest your head on his broad chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

“hmm?” the tremors of your voice vibrating against his bare skin

“air nomads,” he says, “we’re gonna bring them back. you and me.” he kisses the top of your head, arms tightening around you. “gonna have a whole tribe of them”

“a whole tribe?” you ask. “don’t you think we should start with one?”

“one,” he agrees, his hand sliding down to rest on your stomach again. “and then two. then three. and . . .” he trails off, “we’ll see where it goes from there.”