you're inexperienced but yuki's there to guide you through it all as you start a relationship together...
tags! mdni, nsfw, wlw, softdom-gf!yuki x virgin-gf!reader, oral, fingÄring, use of sÄx toys, pet names (sweet/good girl, baby etc.), brief mention of scissoring, some plot, insecure reader, slight angst, hurt/comfort, wc: 3k (not proofread for now but will be once i get to it!)
a/n! whew, i did not plan for this to become so long, but honestly i love yuki and i think her character has sm depth. i've been absolutely obsessed with chappell roan recently, and listening to the titled song just inspired this all...as always reblogs & comments are very much appreciated!!!
you'd been together with yuki for a few months now, and the blonde had been more than patient with you throughout that time. admitting you hadn't ever done more than kiss someone had reminded yuki that she needed to wait until you were ready to take those steps further.
and yuki would be lying if she said she wasn't going slightly crazy waiting for you; even though she would never start anything without your comfort. the past few times she's had you over for movies and wine, you've ended up in her lap, legs straddling her waist as your lips are inseparable from one another. just lapping at each other's tongues and skin like bunnies in heat.
so when the first time you agree to go beyond the messy make outs that go on for hours, yuki forces herself to hold back her lust and needs, focusing herself entirely on you. you're so nervous and she can tell, the way your body shivers under her touch as her fingers glide against your soft skin is not the only indicator.
yuki can't hold back the moan from tumbling out her mouth when she takes off your shirt and skirt to find a pretty lace set hiding your bodies treasures. you're blushing immediately at the sound, but worried still about her impression of you.
"you're so beautiful," she says, a glow in her eyes which you later conclude as pride. "dressin' up all pretty for me, hm?"
you give a sheepish nod, body so sensitive to every single one of her touches. having only ever touched yourself before with your small and gentle fingers, having yuki all over your body is electric; a completely new and addictive feeling.
yuki watches you so attentively the whole time, always questioning what feels good, if you're comfortableâit's almost overwhelming but somehow she makes it all feel normal.
her mouth around your nipples feels heavenly, but when she finally licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy, you think your brain might actually short-circuit. "yukiâ" you're blabbering, tears forming along your lash line from the initial feeling alone. "i don'tâah, feels weird, oh, oh god!"
yuki feels unstoppable underneath you, mouth latched to your wet cunt as she eats you out for the first time. and you're so cute, moans spilling from you constantly, whimpering her name and grinding against her face. she holds one of your hands by your hip, trying to keep you even slightly still, but your other hand is tangled in her hair, pulling so sweetly against her scalp as the pleasure takes over.
learning what makes you cum is so easy for yuki, with the way you're unable to stop squirming and breathlessly speaking as she fingers you and sucks at your clit simultaneously. the first orgasm she ever gives you is blinding, you're crying and trembling so hard with the new sensations, yuki's fingers and tongue unfaltering as she works you through your orgasm.
"such a good girl, fuck," she's cursing against your mound, "you taste so sweet, don't ever wanna stop." but she slows her movements down so you can recover yourself, crawling back over your pliant body on the bed while a finger ever so gently circles your swollen clit for a few more moments.
"was that good, baby?" she's asking, a hand stroking the sweaty strands of hair away from your forehead. you open your eyes blearily, yuki's face highlighted by the soft lights of the bedroom. you notice the way her chin glows with your slick, and you can't stop the embarrassment from clawing you.
but the blonde doesn't miss that, and she's reassuring you; "it's normal, hun." she's smiling, before leaning down to kiss you. "means i did a good job."
"it was amazing," you admit shyly, letting the warmth of her body envelope yours. "i've never had an orgasm like that before..."
something within yuki ignites, a fire of passion and possession over you becoming unstoppable. but still, this is about you, not her. "feels good doesn't it?" and she waits for your nod before starting the aftercare process, cleaning you up and giving you water.
she tucks you into bed, your eyes already falling shut as she kisses you goodnight, your peaceful form so, so sweet.
she has to hold back her moans while she showers, vibrator pressed against her clit as she thinks of you coming undone; again and again and again.
it's hard for yuki to ignore, however, the slight insecurities that you carryâholding you back in all kinds of ways. and while she knows and reassures you that it is normal to be insecure, she reminds you that it is not normal for them to cause such anxiety.
she finds you nibbling on the skin around your thumb as you're both shuffling impossibly closer together mid movie. yuki has her arm around your shoulders, a hand inching dangerously close to your heat, gaze locked on you. but you stay still, watching the flickering lights on the tv, refusing to acknowledge her advances.
you tremble underneath her as she grazes your clothed clit, pulling the thumb in your mouth away as you cover your face. yuki pulls away from you, watching as your body begins to move with your soft sobs.
"hey..." she carefully places a hand on your shoulder, heart aching as she watches you try to hide your tears. "sweet girl, talk to me. i'm here for you." all you want to do is curl in on yourself, shut everything out and cry yourself to sleepâbut this is yuki, the most understanding and patient girlfriend you could ask for, so you straighten yourself up and remove your hands from your face.
you watch the way yuki's expression is so soft, visibly reacting to the splotchy redness from your tears, your pain is my pain, she had once said, and it was so obviously true. she takes your hands in hers, brushing her thumbs on your palms soothingly. "you don't have to tell me," she reassures. "but if you do, i will be here to listen."
it's hard to get the words coherent in your head, so you take a deep breath, collect yourself, and tell her. "i'm not good enough for you." and it feels so silly when you say it aloud. and you wait for her to rebuke it, to argue and tell you that you're speaking nonsense.
"what makes you believe that?" is her response, no accusations, just her curiosity.
"well," and you pause to swallow the lump in your throat that fails to disappear. "i'm inexperienced. i mean you make me feel incredible, but i've been struggling so much to do the same for you and i just feel that you deserve someone who can please you as much as you please them."
looking up through your wet lashes, you only see the solemn, questioning look on yuki's face. she doesn't say anything so you continue. "and i mean look at me. you're so hot and sexy and patient, and so out of my league. i can't see why you would ever want to date me."
gazing down into your lap, you feel your face burning with shame; the lack of response from her only making you feel more anxious. you're about to lock yourself into the bedroom when you see her hand pulling yours, eyes following them as she kisses them gently.
"i understand that these are your feelings," and her tone is hushed, entirely calm. "but i need you to know, that they aren't mine. i've never thought that you were unattractive, or that you couldn't please me."
her eyes reflect the truth, and as she continues the tears in your eyes start spilling forth again. "baby, if only you knew how much you fucking turn me on. you could wear a bin bag and i would be wet."
you both laugh at this, you sniffle and let her words soothe you. "and i have never doubted your abilities or attractiveness, okay? i chose you, and that means that i love you. i don't want you thinking like this, not when you're the best thing that's happened to me."
you throw yourself onto her, embracing yuki and pulling her as close to yourself as possible. you mumble into her shoulder, thank you's and i love you's constant. yuki lets you get what you need out of your system, stroking your hair as you relax in her arms.
when you look back up at her, there's a smirk on her lips. "i've got an idea," she says, "do you trust me?"
"of course."
and within the next half hour you're sat between her legs on your shared bed, back flush to her hot chest. spread wide and locked in place by the strength of yuki's thighs, you're forced to look in the mirror as she guides your hand to play with yourself.
"that's it sweet girl," she coos in your ear, lips sealed against the expanse of your neck and shoulder as she leaves purpling marks. "so fucking beautiful, you and that precious cunt of yours."
"yukiâ" you moan, the hold she has on your hand unfaltering as she continues to have you drawing those dangerously addictive circles around your clit. "i can't do it," and you try to look behind you, have her see your pleading eyes beyond the mirror.
she shakes her head, "you can do it baby, look at yourself." and her free hand snakes it's way to your jaw, holding your chin in place so you watch the way your fingers tease your entrance. your legs are trembling, sensitive from the constant pressure.
she has you slip a finger into your dripping cunt, and while you whine she moans behind you, addicted to the way your body reacts. it's not long before you're coming, vision going white and body shaking as your hand goes slack against your cunt. yuki replaces it with her own hand, still going as your orgasm comes to a finish, rubbing at your clit.
"nuh! yuki!" it's too much, you're using whatever strength you can muster to try push her hand away. your girlfriend just smiles at you through the mirror, stopping only when you beg once more. wrapping her arms around your waist, her breath fans against your back as you come to.
"did you see that?" she asks, pink eyes locking with yours in the mirror. "you look so beautiful when you come sweetheart, like an angel."
you mutter out a poorly formed sentence, but yuki pays no mind, moving you so you lie flat on the bed. you're confused, the haze of your orgasm still drowning out your senses. the blonde kisses your chest, tongue circling around your nipples sending electricity through you.
licking a stripe up your slit, she moves away, positioning a leg in between yours, the other coming underneath one of your thighs.
"yuki?" you question, trying to pull yourself up by your elbows.
"i'm gonna teach you how to make both of us feel good," she starts, grinding her cunt against yours softly. "hope you're taking notes baby."
neither of you can walk straight in the morning.
even later into your relationship, and things are going better than you could've ever anticipated with yuki. she's taught you so much about yourself, your body and your feelings, and you've shown her what heaven looks like incarnate.
sharing the same bed, toothpaste, kettle, wine glasses. it's everything you've ever wanted, and almost all your wishes are granted by the blonde. and yeah she's older, and your friends told you to be careful, but she's gone above and beyond for you.
the only thing you still can't wrap your head around is the long, tiring work trips that she leaves for every now and then. and even though you can't complain, because yuki always makes up for the time spent away from you (through dates and orgasms), it doesn't make it any easier when she does go away.
at first you'd waited it out, kept your hands to yourself and waited so patiently as the days went by until she'd return once more. but now you find it almost impossible to go a few days without trying to replicate the way her fingers drag against your pussy, prying ungodly moans and orgasms out of you.
yuki knows this, has bought you toys and sent you the sweet home videos of you two to pleasure yourself, encouraging you to enjoy yourself and build your confidence.
so when the fifth day of her departure comes along, and you're catching up on the newest season of a show you know yuki doesn't like much, you're surprised to hear the doorbell ring. fully expecting your girlfriend at the door, your smile drops when you see the courier in front of your door, large parcel in hand.
"for you ma'am, could you sign here?" you do as instructed, mystery parcel in hand as you walk back into the apartment. it's only after you cut through the brown tape, removing the unnecessary extra paper do you see the box of the vibrator you'd been eyeing up for months. you can barely contain your excitement as you pull it into your eye line, observing the box curiously, reading each of the functions and settings.
you almost miss the card slipped at the bottom of the outer packaging, yuki's familiar handwriting scrawled on in black ink.
'sorry i can't be with you, sweet girl. be good and record yourself for me, yeah? love you.'
you feel your cunt throbbing from the thought alone, mind already considering the scene to film for your girlfriend. without forgetting, you quickly message yuki to let her know you received her gift, thanking her again and again, telling her how you're gonna use it so well.
it's not long before you're hitting the big red button on your phone as you set it up on the nightstand, your body adorned in pretty laces, makeup and hair done in a natural glam. just another thing to make you feel more confident as you smile into the camera, gently whispering her name and how this is all for her.
the candle's set up around the room put you at ease as you sit on your legs on the plush comforter, your tits practically spilling out of the babydoll as you lean forward, showing them off. your fingers trail up to them, pinching your nipples through the fabric, massaging and fondling them as you imagine yuki doing it for you.
your moans are light, teasing and working yourself up as you caress and pinch at the skin all over your body. taking a moment before doing anything else, you bring your face closer to the screen, two fingers going into your mouth as you swirl your tongue around the digits erotically.
the thought of yuki so far away, touching herself to such a lewd act has you rubbing your thighs against each other. moving yourself further into the middle of the bed, you lift the lace covering your bare pussy, legs now spread open as you let a digit graze against your wetness softly.
you run your fingers over the sensitive area, playing with your clit while your other hand searches for the vibrator behind you. having played around with the buttons in the shower, but not having actually used it, you replace your fingers with the silicone and press the button. it whirs to life, even on the lowest setting you groan out loudly, cursing as you press it against your nerves.
head thrown back, body weight leaning on an arm behind you, you try looking into the camera to display your reactionsâeyebrows knit together as you turn the level up by two. it's better than you'd ever imagined, drawing circles around your clit with the vibrator your legs are already shaking, the telltale signs of an orgasm visible.
but amongst this pleasure you can't help but think back to yuki, to imagining her long slender fingers knuckle deep inside you; whispering sweet nothings in your ear. you cry out as you increase the setting again, desperate to have your orgasm crashing through you like yuki always manages.
your arm holding you up gives out, and you lay flat on the bed, pussy on full display to the screen as your body shakes. "yuki," you moan into the emptiness of the room, "i want you." you let go, falling apart on the toy as it continues to whirr against you, hips rolling against it alongside your trembling.
just when you're about to stop, breaths coming in more evenly, your finger slips off the button and the feeling of your orgasm doesn't dissipate; instead building more and more and more until...
you're practically screaming in pleasure, the bed growing damp underneath you as you squirt all over the sheets. your knuckles turn white as they grip on the comforter, your body stuck in a higher state of pleasure as you drop the vibrator, unable to control yourself.
it takes minutes before you're opening your eyes, legs feeling numb and cunt sore as you sit yourself up to look into your phone. you're dishevelled, and you're about to drag a finger across your lips to touch up your lipstick when you notice a shadow coming from the door.
turning around in fear, your heart settles when you see yuki, arms crossed over her chest as you looks at you smugly. any word you try to muster dies on your tongue, mind still frayed after your escapade.
she walks over to you taking a seat on the edge of the bed, next to you. her hand comes up to your cheek, thumb brushing over the skin before she leans in to kiss you. "did you miss me baby?"
"mhmn, so much."
"i can see that," she laughs against your lips. "although," and when she pulls away you can see the lust stirring in her eyes. "i only caught the end of it, i think you'll need to do it again so you can show me how to use it."
you giggle at this, pushing at her shoulder playfully. "i'm spent," you insist, but still push her so her back hits the plushness of the bed, straddling yourself on her legs.
she glows underneath you, the candles flickering as you pull her shirt off. yuki puts her hands on your hips, pushing you down so you grind against her, eliciting a moan from you.
"i think you can go one more round for me," she hums, pushing you down so your lips meet again. "you'll be a good girl 'f me, yeah?"
Ë ŕŁŞŕŤŽâ đ.đđđđđ đ â wants to study your pussy for her anatomy exam :: best friend!shoko :: oral
âremind me again what you're studying?â
âanatomy of the vulva.â
shoko said it so easily. like she wasn't your best friend. like her soft hands weren't spreading you open on her sofa. like she wasn't crooking a lean finger into the corner of your panties and pulling them flush against your slowly soaking slit.
chewing on your lip, you braced a hand on the arm of the sofa. nails digging into the fabric as you tried to distract yourself from the sly stroke of her thumb along your folds.
you gulped. âi-is that apart of your studies?â
âmhhm.â
her purr sent a shiver down your spine. your thighs quaked as she peeled your drenched panties down. slowly. tentatively. like she was unweaving your sanity along with it.
your heart fluttered like a bird. and when she laid a kiss to your cunt? you sang like one too.
âshokoââ you gasped, a hand nestling into her brunette tresses. she paused her thumbs pulling your folds away to part your pussy. looked up through thick, batting lashes and big doe eyes.
then smiled. tilted her head.
âis this okay, doll?â
your breath hitched. your answer dripped from your greedy centre in a sticky string that had her exhaling shakily.
âfuck,â she mumbled. âplease justââ
âyes.â
and it's all she needed to dive right in. lips pressing messy kisses up your quivering slit until she reached her destination. a wet smooch greeted your clit. slow, tender, then oh so depraved as her lips locked around the throbbing bud and sucked down. hard.
shivers burst into heat. consuming your nerves and tossing your body into an arch. âhngh!â you scrambled for her hair. bucked into her face. âsh-shoâ fuck, shoko right there.â
she listened. she always did.
her cold rings squished into your flesh as she squeezed your thigh and strung it over her shoulder. yanking you into her slow, greedy mouth as she dragged its suctioning sin down your wet trail.
loud, messy, yet undeniably reverent. her tongue sought worship rather than research against your buttery pussy. delving in and drinking whatever you gave her as her hands roamed your thighs. pulled you closer. yanked you to her.
âhnghâ f-fuck,â you fisted her hair. âstillâ still studying?â
âuhuh,â she slurred. then slurped. parting with your arousal webbed from her glossy lips to your cunt. âstudying exactly how to make this pretty pussy cry f'me.â
another smooch to your clit. then a suckle right below the hood while two fingers drowned in your slick. swiping and stroking until they prod at your slit.
only then did you notice they were the only two on her hands that were trimmed.
as she fucked her fingers to the knuckle into your dripping heat, she hummed on your slit. a soft song. your favourite song. her fingers matched the rhythm. fuck. your eyes went rolling.
âyeah?â she crooned. you made the mistake of looking down at those bambi eyes that could melt into a siren's oh so simply. âlay it on me, babydoll. you can do it,â
you hiccuped as her fingers curled. stroking perfectly at the spot that sent your hips into a bucking frenzy.
âtheerrreeee you go, there's my girl.â
she laughed into your clit. lips pulling and sucking down just enough to topple you over the edge. spiral you into a messy, mindless pleasure as you creamed all over your best friend's face.
in the haze of your orgasm, her fingers fucked faster. her words spilling like a fountain of praise and filth as she nuzzled into your clit.
but your spinning mind could only focus on one phrase.
my girl. she said.
yeah, you wouldn't mind being her girl if she ate your pussy like she was getting graded for it.
Š đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/uzmacchiato.
jjk characters when you tell them you're a virgin !! ŕ¨ŕ§
includes: suguru geto, nanami kento, shoko ieiri
SUGURU GETO
he's a smug little shit so he'll probably smile at you and tell you something like, "it's not gonna fit then."
he makes it fit.
by torturing you for almost an hour to get you nice and wet, but never let you cum because you obviously need to cum on his cock for the first time.
but he's so soft and caring when pushing inside of you, telling you how to breath and to relax with him.
he caress your cheek, kissing your forehead and teasing your clit to get you where he wants you.
when he bottoms out, he smiles, telling you how proud of you he is and waits for a minute to get you used to the stretch.
then the thrusts are terribly slow and maddening, even after it stopped stinging just to see the cute little expressions of your face
NANAMI KENTO
a gentleman of course.
probably a virgin too because this man was too focused on his job before meeting you.
after you tell him, he prepares the perfect sensual date to get you all worked up.
eats you out so good, murmuring praising against your core before sliding his fingers into you.
he confesses that he's nervous himself of cumming too fast.
you tell him that you have all night and he gets more relaxed just with your voice.
he goes slow when pushing inside of you because he's longer than you expected, sinking in you inch by inch.
your pussy is so tight and so good, both of you become a whining mess together, foreheads touching and hands intertwined.
after you get used to his size, he moves with a nice rhythm, watching all your expressions and circling your clit in tight little circles.
he makes sure you cum first but when you tell him that he can cum inside? he fills you up so good that he can't help to eat your cum-filled pussy afterwards.
SHOKO IEIRI
a sweetheart and a tease at the same time.
she knows exactly what to do with you to make your first time memorable and unforgettable.
her only goal is to make the sex with anyone who isn't her just lame.
she whispers filthy things when you're in her lap just making out, enjoying the heat of your skin and the little gasps.
then she gets rid of your clothes slowly until you're just in some pretty lace panties.
she pinches your nipples, then licks them. she notices how you're absentmindedly moving your hips, trying to hump on something.
she laughs against your boobs and finally lets her fingers tease you above the panties.
you moan immediately, head falling to her shoulder and hips moving to reach for the friction.
then she flips you on the bed, getting rid of your panties and spreading your legs.
spends two minutes just running her fingers in your folds, whispering about how wet you are and how pretty your pussy is.
you practically beg for her fingers.
she pushes one slow, stretching you nicely. doesn't move it, just leaves it there while putting pressure in your clit.
and your begging again.
she kisses your inner thigh and starts to move her finger, now using her tongue in your clit.
she fucks you so good, pushing another finger inside of you. but when you're tipping over the edge, she just stops! pulling her fingers out and licking them.
she tells you that you're going to cum in her pussy<3
a/n: i was meant to write also an extract about hiromi and shiu but i got bored and it felt repetitive
shoko ieiri helping you overcome your fear of tampons Ë.âŚ
It is a hot summer day when your girlfriend asks you: âDo you wanna go to the beach?â She has her hair up in a loose ponytail, wearing nothing but one of your t-shirtâs and some panties. You groan, stopping your show and curling on the couch.
âI canât, Iâm on my period.â You hug your legs tight to your chest, the heat too unbearable to even apply more to your hurt part.
âAnd?â she frowns, sitting by your side and rubbing your lower back. âPut a tampon in andââ
âNO,â you scream, getting up and squirming away from her touch.
Shoko canât hide the confusion on her face after you literally run away when she mentioned the word tampon. Itâs been five months since you started dating and she has never seen you as terrified as you are now, not even when she told you she can heal people with her bare hands.
You are now hidden in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet after taking a piss and changing your trusted and safe pad for a new one. The idea of introducing a tampon inside your precious and tight pussy gives you chills.
She knocks from the other side of the door less than a minute later, leaning into the doorframe but not opening it yet. âBaby, you okay there?â she asks with a soft voice.
âYeah,â you shout so she can hear you properly.
âI didnât mean to scare you, okay? Didnât know that was one of your triggersâŚâ
You open the door in a flash after you hear her saying that. âListen here, itâs not a trigger. Itâs a fear, a real life fear. Do you even KNOW how dangerous tampons can be?â You cross your arms in your chest, actually waiting for her to answer.
âWell⌠baby, Iâve been wearing them forââ
âNuh-UH. I didnât ask you that, honey, I asked you if you know the dangers of tampons.â You cross your arms harder, now arching your eyebrows. âToxic shock syndrome, okay? One wrong move and boom, youâre in the hospital. Iâm not about to become a statistic just because the beach is calling.â
Shoko blinks at you slowly, those pretty eyes of hers going all soft and patient. Sheâs still leaning against the doorframe in your oversized t-shirt, looking way too calm for someone whose girlfriend just had a full meltdown over a cotton plug. For a second she doesnât say anything, just studies your face like youâre the cutest little disaster sheâs ever seen.
Then she tilts her head and smiles, sweet enough to melt the stubbornness right out of your bones. âBaby⌠can I help you put one in?â
Your brain short-circuits. All the dramatic speeches you had lined up evaporate. âHuh?â
She steps closer, brushing a stray curl behind your ear with gentle fingers. âIâll be really careful. We can do it together. Please? I hate seeing you stuck inside all day when itâs so hot out.â
You open your mouth to argue, but the way she says it makes your knees feel weird. You can never say no to Shoko when she looks at you like that. Itâs actually unfair. âI⌠um. Ugh, okay. Fine.â
She laughs softly and takes your hand, leading you out of the bathroom, your heart is already doing embarrassing little flips by the time you reach the bedroom. The fan is spinning lazily overhead and the sheets are still rumpled from this morning. Shoko guides you down onto the bed and you immediately curl up on your side, hugging a pillow like itâs body armor.
âRelax,â she murmurs, climbing in behind you. Her hand rubs slow circles on your hip. âItâs just me. Weâre not rushing anything.â
You squirm anyway, face half-buried in the pillow. âThis is so awkward and weird as fuck. Iâm a grown ass woman.â
Shoko chuckles against your shoulder, pressing a light kiss there. âMm, but you know I love babying you, love.â You peek over at her, cheeks burning. Sheâs propped up on one elbow, expression so tender it makes your stomach flutter for a whole different reason. âWeâre gonna go slow. Breathe with me, yeah? In⌠and out.â
You copy her, even though your nerves are still doing cartwheels. She keeps talking in that low, soothing voice the whole time, like sheâs coaxing you into something way more intimate than a tampon. âGood girl. Just lift your leg a little for me⌠there. Youâre doing perfect. Iâve got you.â
Every instruction comes wrapped in praise and little touches, her fingers tracing your thigh, her lips brushing your temple when you tense up. Youâre giggling nervously between breaths, half because it tickles and half because this whole situation is ridiculous.
âStop laughing at me,â you whine, even as another giggle slips out.
âIâm not,â she says, grinning. âYouâre just cute when youâre dramatic. Okay⌠almost there. Tell me if it feels weird.â
You squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on her voice instead of the mild panic. Sheâs so patient itâs stupid. And yeah, itâs a little uncomfortable at first, but mostly itâs just her. The way she checks in every two seconds, the way she kisses the corner of your mouth when itâs finally in place.
âSee?â Shoko whispers proudly, pulling you into her arms. âNot so bad. My brave girl.â
You hide your face in her neck, equal parts embarrassed and warm all over. âI still think theyâre sketchy. But⌠thanks. Beach trip is back on, I guess.â
She squeezes you tighter, laughter rumbling through her chest. âTold you Iâd take care of it. Now go pick out that cute swimsuit I like. Weâre leaving before you change your mind and write a strongly-worded letter to the tampon company.â
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri nsfw headcanons âą mdni, kiddo and sweetheart as pet names, soft dom!shoko, edging, fingering Ë.âŚ
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who was there when your whole friend group left you after getting into a different (and better) university than them, consoling you while you cried about being lonely and not wanting to be the awkward new girl without friends.Â
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who serves you a glass of wine to share with her as she tells you stories from when she was younger, telling you how friendship is a weird concept and that people come and go, and that you would never have to worry about being lonely because she will be here for you when you need her.Â
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who tells you that your ex friends are just jealous of such a smart and pretty girl like you going to the best university in the country.Â
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who doesnât deny you when you ask for a hug, letting you sink on her arms on the couch at your momâs apartment. Her arms cradling you with your face hidden on her chest, she wraps her arms around your waist and back, rubbing it tenderly and shooing you with care.Â
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri whose hand stays on the waistband of your pajamas, her long nails going past it and tickling your lower back.Â
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who kisses your forehead when you lift your head from her chest, not even realizing that you are half laid on the couch, with you almost sitting on her lap. None of you think about the consequences before her lips crash into yours. If she doesnât care that you are barely nineteen, why would you? If she doesnât care that youâre her best friend's daughter, why would you?
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who doesnât even feel guilty when she sits you on her lap and gets rid of your top, letting your breasts spring free. âArenât you a sight?â She says more to herself than to you before she takes one on her mouth as she kneads your ass, already wanting to get rid of the pants.Â
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who gets wetter and wetter with each tiny whimper you let out, circling her tongue around your nipples, practically making out with your tits while you are trying to rock into something.Â
She lets go of your tits with a pop to ask you, âCan I get rid of this, sweetheart?â She takes the waistband of your pajama pants to snap it against your ass.Â
âYes, please,â you whisper, nodding with your head. You get up, letting Shoko slide your pants all the way down, showing your bare and wet cunt.Â
âNo panties?â She tilts her head, touching your thighs tenderly and pulling you back into her lap.Â
âN-no⌠I never uh wear panties to bed,â you explain, suddenly nervous about being completely naked in front of her. Shoko is still fully dressed in her slacks and black top, maybe you stain her clothes because of how wet you are.Â
Her fingers traced the outer curve of your thigh, before dipping inward, just enough to graze your damp skin without giving you what you wanted. âSure thing, sweetheart,â Shoko murmured, her breath warm against your temple. The teasing lilt in her voice sent another pulse of heat between your legs. You squirmed, but she tightened her grip on your hip, keeping you still. âBe good, no moving unless I say.â
She dragged a single fingertip up your slit, collecting the slickness there before circling your clit with featherlight pressure. You whimpered, hips twitching involuntarily, and she chuckled, vibrating through you. âYou want more?â she asked casually.Â
âP-please,â you managed, voice cracking. âPlease, Shoko, I needââ
âNeed what?â Her finger paused, hovering just above where you ached for her. Her other hand smoothed up your bare back, nails scraping lightly before settling at the nape of your neck. âTell me exactly.â
You swallowed, your hips twitching involuntarily toward her touch. âI need you to⌠to touch me,â you gasped, the words spilling out in a rush. âPlease, Shoko, I canâtââ
âI seeâŚâ She pressed a single finger inside you, just to the first knuckle, and your head dropped against her shoulder with a whine. Her lips brushed your ear. âYou can take more than that, canât you? My good girl.â The praise curled warm in your belly, and you nodded frantically, your breath coming in shallow hitches. âI know you can.â
Her finger sank deeper and you clenched around her, desperate for friction. She tutted, her thumb swiping over your clit in a teasing arc. âSo impatient,â she murmured, her voice thick with amusement. âYouâll wait for me, wonât you? Let me take care of you.â
Shokoâs fingertip curled inside you perfectly, you whimpered into the hollow of her throat. âTheeere we go,â she murmured, her lips brushing your earlobe as her thumb pressed firm circles against your clit. âJust like that. Let me feel you.â The pad of her thumb was slick with you, the sound obscenely wet every time she dragged it upward, only to descend again with maddening precision.
You tried to rock into her hand, chasing the pressure, but her free arm clamped around your waist, holding you still. âUh-uh,â she chided, her breath warm against your cheek. âYou donât get to decide when.â Her finger thrust deeper, knuckle catching on that spot that made your vision blur, and you gasped, your nails digging into her shoulders.
You nod your head, your hips jerking helplessly in her grip. The denial burned hotter than the pleasure, the way she kept you teetering on the edge without letting you tip over. âS-Shokoââ you choked out, your voice ragged.
âWhat, sweetheart?â Her finger slowed to a near-stop, her thumb lifting away entirely. The sudden absence of friction drew a broken noise from your throat. âUse your words.â
âMmph!â You arched against her, thighs trembling with the effort of staying still as Shokoâs fingertip circled your entrance, never pushing in deep enough.Â
âYouâre dripping down my fingers, see?â she murmured, her lips grazing your shoulder as she held her glistening fingers up to your face and you whimpered, hips jerking forward instinctively, only for her to tut and press her palm flat against your stomach. âDid I say you could move?â
âN-no,â you gasped. âIâm⌠trying to be good, I swear!â
Her laugh is short and dry, obviously not believing you. But still she gives you the pleasure to dip her fingers inside of you once again, this time two of them. You moaned at the moment, head dropping back with a whine.Â
âSuch a good girl,â she crooned, her free hand stroking up your spine, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back against her shoulder. Her lips brushed your earlobe, the words slipping into your skin like honey. âSo pretty when you beg.â
Her fingers worked inside of you, scissoring and reaching your most favorite spots. You really were dripping, getting Shokoâs hand so wet that even her sleeve was getting soaked.
You whined, squirming in her lap and she tightened her grip on your hip, her nails biting in just enough to make you freeze. âShoko, hah please," you begged, the words cracking open in your throat. âIâI canâtââ
âYou can,â Shoko said, her fingers working you with deliberate, devastating slowness. âYou are almost earning an orgasm, câmon. You have to keep going.â Every drag of her fingers was calculated, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge, never quite letting you fall.
Her free hand smoothed up your stomach, fingertips tracing your soft curves before cupping your breast, her thumb brushing over your nipple in time with the lazy circles she drew against your clit.Â
âSo, so pretty,â she breathed. Her teeth grazed your shoulder, enough to make you shiver, to send another pulse of heat straight to your core.
You whimpered, your hips jerking forward involuntarily, but Shoko's grip on your waist tightened, holding you still. âYou have to relax, kiddo. Youâre so tenseâŚâ Her fingertip dipped inside you again, curling just so, and your vision blurred at the edges, your nails scrabbling against her thigh.Â
âShoko!â you said, almost screaming for desperation. âPâplease, please do something!â You could feel the tension coiling tighter, your body straining toward release, but Shoko kept you suspended there: her touch featherlight one moment, firm the next, never quite giving you what you needed. âShoko,â you gasped, your voice breaking around her name. âPleaseâŚâ
âYouâre clenching so tight,â she said, her thumb finding your clit. âLike youâre trying to keep me here.â You whined, hips jerking forward, but she only laughed. âTell me what you need, sweetheart.â
Your breath hitched, the words tangling in your throat as her fingertips traced lazy circles just inside your entrance, maddeningly shallow. âIâI need you toââ You gasped as she crooked her fingers just right, the pressure sharp and perfect, but she withdrew before you could chase it. âShoko, please!â
âPlease what? You said that a hundred timesâ Her fingers started working just a little faster. âYou want me to fuck you properly? Make you come?â
You shuddered, your thighs trembling with the effort of staying still as she dragged her fingers through your slickness, smearing it over your clit in a torturous arc. âBoth,â you admitted, the word cracking open in your throat. âI⌠want both.â
âOhh, so youâre greedy!â She laughed brightly.Â
You were so gone, so desperate that you didnât even have the strength to keep begging. You just dropped your head to Shokoâs shoulder, trying to move your hips in her fingers by yourself, whining like a lost puppy and biting her shoulder. âS-Shooo!â You managed to say, voice barely above a whisper and sweat clinging to your whole body.Â
âAw, sweetheart, you have to lift your head,â Shoko said, tapping your temple and using her free hand to grab your neck and push you up. âI want to see your face when you cum.â
You never moved your head that fast and when you tentatively moved your hips only to see Shoko letting you move as you liked, you couldnât stop. âTake what you need, kiddo.â Shoko smiled, pressing your clit while you rode her fingers like no one, gasping and whining, forcing yourself to look at her the whole time because she asked you to.Â
Your whole body shaked, legs locking around Shokoâs hips and clenching hard on her fingers. You arched your back, Shoko supported your lower back just in case, while you made a mess on her hand.Â
For a moment, all you could hear was your own ragged breathing and the slick sound of Shokoâs fingers moving lazily inside you, drawing out the aftershocks. âIâm so proud of you, sweetheart.â
âThank you, mommy,â you said, body going limp on her lap.Â
That makes Shoko lift her head to look you in the eyes. âMommy? Weâre gonna have to talk about that one, sweetie.â
âMm,â you answer her, shivering because of your nakedness and the soft touches of Shoko.
vampire!mikasa ackerman who's the most jealous and possessive woman you've ever known, if anyone looks at you in a way she doesn't like, they're done, they're so done. She hates the idea of someone else touching you or even talking to you.
vampire!mikasa ackerman who is obviously addicted to the taste of your blood, the sweet taste filling her mouth just enough to not be dangerous for you.
vampire!mikasa ackerman she turns very pathetic when you're feeding her, begging you to touch her as she sucks on your blood, she moans into your neck when you part your folds with your fingers, finding her big clit hard and puffy.
vampire!mikasa ackerman who bites you in different places, her favorite places to bite you are above your left tit and your neck, some times your inner thigh, she alternates them, letting each bite heal before digging her fangs again.
vampire!mikasa ackerman who, when she can't bite you, she still sucks and marks you up with hickeys, making sure that everyone knows you're taken. One time she left a hickey on your left cheek.
vampire!mikasa ackerman who feeds you your own blood sometimes, after sucking it, she asks you to open your mouth so she can spit some of the liquid into it. She does it when her fingers are between your thighs, knowing how hot that makes you.
vampire!mikasa ackerman who gets carried away in bed when she already drank your blood, tossing you and bending you over in different positions. She has stamina for hours and can't force herself to stop when she started. She rides your fingers, she eats you out, then she sits on your face and two minutes later she's scissoring you.
vampire!mikasa ackerman who loves when you're loud, when you're moaning around her fingers, dropping your head back and trying to not scream, but her long and bony fingers fills you up so good you can't help your noises.
vampire!mikasa ackerman who doesn't like using a strap because she prefers to use her fingers and tongue to fuck you, sometimes using a bullet vibration on your clit, but your hole is always for her fingers, nothing else.
vampire!mikasa ackerman who didn't care about aftercare before you told her about the importance of it and how much you value it. After that she makes sure that you are all cleaned up and tucked, laying on her chest while she draws patterns on your back and lets you ramble about anything.
gf!shoko ieiri and gf!yuki tsukumo love to spoil her younger girlfriend ę° ŕ Ë. áľáľ
You wandered through the bustling mall with Shoko on your left and Yuki on your right, their hands brushing against yours every few steps, your girlfriends had decided today was for spoiling you rotten.
âPick whatever you want, baby,â Shoko said, fingers lightly tracing your lower back as you stepped into the first boutique. âWe love seeing you in pretty things.â
Yuki grinned beside her. âAnd we really love taking them off you later.â
You bit your lip, already blushing as they guided you toward the racks. They were so different yet so perfectly in sync when it came to you. Shoko moved calmly, picking out soft sweaters and fitted dresses she thought would hug your body just right. Yuki was bolder, holding up short skirts and low-cut tops with a playful smirk.
You tried on a soft cream-colored sweater first. When you stepped out of the dressing room, both of them were waiting on the little couch outside.
Shokoâs eyes softened immediately. âCome here,â she murmured, reaching out to adjust the collar, her fingers grazing your collarbone. âYou look so fucking cute. It makes me want to keep you in my lap all day.â
Yuki leaned back, eyes dragging slowly down your frame. âSo cute, your boobs look amazing in it.â
You giggled, twisting a little in front of the mirror. âStop itâŚâ
But you didnât want them to stop. Not really.
They kept spoiling you. Dresses, tops, jeans that made your ass look incredible (Yukiâs words). Every time you came out, Shoko would pull you closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple or your shoulder while whispering how beautiful you were, Yuki was less subtle. When you tried on a tight black dress that clung to your curves, she let out a low whistle.
âFuck, princess. Bend over just a little for me? Yeah, like that. God, I need to fuck you in this later.â
Your face burned, but the giggle that escaped you was pure delight. Shoko snorted, rolling a cigarette between her fingers to smoke later. âYouâre making our girl nervous, Yuki.â
âAw nooo,â Yuki fake pouted, raising her hand for you to come between her legs. âDo I make you nervous, doll?â She batted her eyelashes, looking up at you as her hands rested low on your hips.
âN-no,â you answered, looking at her for one second before looking away.Â
âDonât lieâŚâ Shoko added with a little smirk.Â
You clicked your tongue in frustration, now nodding. âA little.â You put your thumb and index finger close to each other, showing Yuki how little she made you nervous.Â
âA pretty girl like you canât be shy.â Yuki shook her head, getting up and grabbing your hand. âCâmon, weâre taking it all and weâre going to the makeup store next.â
Shoko dabbed lipstick on your lips with careful fingers. âThis shade looks so pretty on you,â she said softly, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. âMakes me want to kiss it all off.â
Yuki leaned in from the other side, close enough that her breath tickled your ear. âBet it leaves the prettiest marks on the skin.â
You squirmed in your seat, thighs pressing together, heart racing at how casually they said things like that in public. But they knew exactly how much you loved it.
The lingerie store was the most intense, you felt heat rising to your cheeks the second you stepped inside. âWe donât really have toââ
But they were already choosing sets for you to try on. âThis one,â Shoko said, holding a pink lace set up. âYouâll look like an angel in it. Our sweet little angel.â
Yuki immediately grabbed a deep red sheer babydoll. âThis one too. I bet your nipples are gonna show right through it.â
They ushered you into the large fitting room together, locking the door behind them. The space was intimate, just the three of you and the warm lighting. You slipped into the pink lace first, hands a little shaky with excitement. When you turned around, both of them went quiet for a second.
Shoko exhaled slowly, stepping closer. Her hands settled on your waist, thumbs stroking the bare skin above the panties. âLook at you⌠so pretty for us.â She kissed your neck gently, then your jaw. âWeâre so lucky youâre ours.â
Yukiâs eyes were darker, hungrier. She came up behind you, pressing against your back, hands sliding down to cup your ass. âJesus, baby. This little set is not lasting all night. Iâm gonna eat you out while youâre still wearing it, then fuck you nice and deep till youâre crying my name.â
âYuki!â You let out a soft, giggly whimper, hiding your burning face against Shokoâs shoulder.
Shoko tilted your chin up, kissing you slow and deep, her tongue teasing yours until your knees felt weak. When she pulled back, Yuki turned your head to claim your mouth too, her kiss hotter, more demanding, biting your bottom lip playfully.
âYouâre our good girl, right?â Shoko whispered against your ear.
You nodded fast. âThe best.â
âMm, I love to hear that. Donât you, Sho?â Yuki commented with a grin against your neck.Â
Shoko hummed in approval, already planning all the things theyâre going to do that night to you together, they love so much to team up against you.
+18 older gf!shoko ieiri pre relationship headcanons Ë.âŚ
older gf!shoko ieiri who you always visited late at night at the infirmary when everyoneâs asleep to have quiet conversations. She asks you about your day and training as she fidgets with the rings on your fingers, you helped her stop smoking by letting her play with your jewelry while you talk.Â
older gf!shoko ieiri who, before even being together, loved the sound of your voice and complimented you in the subtler way possible. Saying things like, âYour hair shines today.â or, âIs that a new perfume? Let me smell it, please.â And instead of going for your wrist, she pushes your curls to the side and sniffs the scent from your neck.Â
older gf!shoko ieiri who knows youâre too young, maybe even a little naive for her, but so endearing she can help herself to fantasize about you warming the left side of her bed.Â
older gf!shoko ieiri who thinks of the best way of asking you out, only for you to do it first. âIeiri-san, I was wondering if you would like to go out some time. I know a nice pub with good music⌠well, I donât know if you like to dance.â Shoko takes a while to answer, you are already thinking the worst, that you embarrassed yourself. But she gave your arm a squeeze, nodding. âIâd love you, sweetheart. But I want to be the one taking you out, not the other way around.â
older gf!shoko ieiri whose heart skips a beat when she sees you out of your Jujutsu uniform for the first time, with a full face and your hair as gorgeous. Youâve always looked pretty for her, but seeing you make an effort for seeing her was something else.Â
older gf!shoko ieiri who dances with you all night, buying you drinks and showering you with compliments. You two end up in a corner of the bar just making out with her knee shoved between your thighs. She confesses her feelings, you confess yours and neither of you go to Jujutsu Tech the next morning.Â
older gf!shoko ieiri who keeps you in her apartment all day, making breakfast together, fingering you on the counter. You decide to go back to the bedroom, she lets you eat her out until you feel confident, then she scissors you nice and slow, your clits kissing and your pussies fitting together perfectly.Â
older gf!shoko ieiri who takes aftercare very seriously, hugging you tight and showering together, kissing every part of your body.Â
older gf!shoko ieiri who mentions the age difference shyly, you tell her that you donât care and that, in fact, it turns you on even more.Â
older gf!shoko ieiri and you, who start to secretly date right away.
a/n: i've never written a request so fast omfg
art credits: enargeia5525 on twt
i could fuck you better Ëâ⎠cw - darcyphilia 18+!
shoko had always been curious about you. every time she saw you at one of those parties, you were always the main focus of her night. above the cigarettes, above the alcohol, above the buzz of everything else around her. that was quite impressive.
it was a shame you always gave yourself to those meathead-frat boys that didnât know how to please a woman. whenever sheâd see one of them lead you to the bedroom, sheâd grip her solo cup so hard itâd crunch in her hand. leaving nothing but a mess of alcohol and jealousy.
she heard your moans from upstairs, but she wanted to know how theyâd sound in the shell of her ear. she wanted to see how you squirmed, what your face looked like when it crumpled with pleasure, what your slick felt like on the pads of her fingers.
it was a promise to herself thatâd sheâd get your hands on you. and she did.
you were sprawled out, sweat gulfing down your forehead and bite-marked breasts, cheeks stained with tears. shoko had gotten her hands on you for sure, though it was closer to torture than sex. she was captivated by the way you squirmed, the way you teared up when things got too sensitive.
a cigarette graced the beautiful, pink hue of her lips, chapped and parted. smoke curled around her face, making her seem more ethereal than you already perceived her. she was a goddess, nothing less.
her other hand occupied a dildo, in which she was fucking in and out of your syrupy pussy at a leisure pace. you came twiceâonce from her fingers, the second from riding her thigh so hard it left a bruise on her soft skin.
âsuch a sensitive thing, just how i thought youâd be.â she smiled at the squelching sounds your slicked cunt made for her. the toy was slammed inside you particularly hard, her eyes lighting up with fascination at the way you squealed and choked on a cry. she took a puff of her cigarette, blowing smoke into the air. âi wonder if you get this way for suguru as well.â
you shook your head, sniffling and making no attempts to wipe at your salty, endless tears. you were overwhelmed, in a hazy, dizzying way. and yet, you loved every second of the sexual torture she was inflicting on you. even if it was for the sole purpose of her curiosity and jealousy. ân-no..haaahâshoko. only youu!â
shoko looked pleased, though her expression conflicted with her words. âi donât believe you. but youâre still a good girl for trying.â she crooned, waving her cigarette lazily. âi know i can fuck you better anyway. you were crying before i even thought to use a dildo.â
a pathetic whimper crawled out of your throat at her words, as well as the change in pace. every stroke hit that perfect spot inside you, the one that made you kick your legs and twitch helplessly. your pussy was a mess of slick and need, sopping out juices around the base of the toyâcoating it with a new layer every time she plunged it back in. she didnât need to be rough, she knew how to make you crumble without excessive force or speed.
âthis is better though, mhm? i knew youâd look so pretty crying for me.â she held the toy deep inside your cunt, so deep you could feel it in your guts. âpliant and desperate just how i want you.â
you moaned and bucked your hips against the toy. she started to fuck you with it again, hard and quick just so she could see you fall apart. she held her burning cigarette near your neck, it hovered over you like a threat. the heat permeated against your sensitive skin, and you jolted in fear of being burned. once again, she looked allured by your reaction, and put the cigarette in its righteous place between her lips.
she pulled the cigarette away, refraining from blowing out smoke sheâd trapped in her lungs. her lips found yours, pressing a messy kiss against your own. she exhaled the smoke right into your gasping mouth, her tongue massaging against yours experimentally. it was wet and filthy, something you had quickly learned she loved.
at that, you couldnât help yourself. you cried out into her mouth, eyes squeezed shut and forcing out more tears. your third orgasm hit you hard, spurts of your release coating the toy like honey.
shoko broke the kiss, the saliva connecting the two of you snapped onto her lips. her tongue darted out, licking it up in a way that made you shudder. it was evident in the way her eyes had blown themselves wide that she was satisfied, but she never pulled the toy out.
she sat up, pressing her cigarette against your lips and letting you take a puff. âsuch a good girl cumming for me. stay put, let me see what else i have to play with.â
older gf!shoko ieiri being turned on because it's your first time âą mdni, fingering, minimal ass play, pussy eating Ë.âŚ
She finally has you splayed on her bed, only with your bra and damp panties on, your breathing is ragged and youâre fighting the urge to cover your face because you know she would tie your hands to the headboard.Â
âS-ShokoâŚâ you call her, watching the older woman get rid of her own clothes.
âYes, baby?â she says, her voice is sweet and soft, you can feel her caressing your body with her own tone. âEverything alright?â
âY-yeah, itâs just⌠you know Iâm a virgin.â You donât know how to put your nervousness into words, so you just say that, hoping that she understands you.Â
âI know, sweetheart, you told me,â she nods, climbing the bed so sheâs resting naked by your side. Her warm hand comes up to play with your tits, just massaging them over the bra, feeling the nipple harden. âCan I get rid of the rest of your clothes?â
She smiles at you so gently it almost hurts, her dark eyes sparkling with something hungry and tender all at once. âOf course you can say no, baby. But I really want to see all of you, Iâve been thinking about this for so long.â
Your throat feels tight, but you nod anyway, Shokoâs fingers are careful as she unhooks your bra and slides it down your arms, tossing it somewhere off the bed. Then she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of your damp panties and tugs them slowly down your legs.
When the fabric finally leaves your skin and she sees you completely bare, smooth from the shave you did earlier that day, her brows pull together just a little, a soft disappointed huff leaves her lips.
âAww⌠you shaved,â she murmurs, running her fingertips lightly over the hairless skin. âDonât do it anymore for me, okay? I like it better when youâre fuzzy down here.â
You whimper, embarrassed and turned on at the same time. âS-sorry⌠I thought it would be easierâŚâ
âShhh, itâs okay,â she cuts you off, voice dropping lower as she leans in and kisses just above your mound. âYouâre still so fucking cute. But next time I want to feel those soft curls against my tongue, yeah?â
Before you can answer, Shoko settles between your thighs, spreading them wider with her palms. Sheâs already so wet herself you can see it glistening on her inner thighs, but she doesnât touch herself yet, her focus is all on you. She coats her fingers generously with lube, the cool slick sound making your stomach flip. Then one warm hand rests on your lower belly while the other slides down. You canât help yourself and let out a tiny gasp, trying to close your legs out of instinct.
âRelax for me, sweetheart,â she whispers, voice thick with lust sheâs barely holding back. âFuck, I canât believe I get to be your first.â
Her middle finger circles your entrance slowly, spreading the lube around your folds. Youâre already dripping, but she adds more anyway, making everything slippery and messy.
âGonna start with one, okay? Breathe for me.â
She pushes in carefully, just the tip at first and you gasp at the stretch. It doesnât hurt, not really, just feels different. Her finger is long and gentle, curling slightly as she sinks deeper until sheâs knuckle-deep.
âOh my god,â Shoko breathes out, eyes fluttering half-closed like sheâs the one getting fucked. âYouâre so tight, baby, so warm and soft inside. Iâm losing my mind.â
She starts moving slowly, pumping in and out with careful strokes while her thumb finds your clit and rubs soft little circles. Every time she presses against that spot inside you, your hips twitch.
âThatâs me touching you nice and deep.â she says, kissing your inner thigh. âDoes it feel good?â
âY-yes ah ShokoâŚâ you moan, hands fisting the sheets because youâre scared if you touch her sheâll stop.
She adds a second finger after a minute, scissoring them gently to open you up. Her breathing is getting heavier, cheeks flushed and you can tell sheâs fighting not to just devour you.
âGod, listen to those little sounds you make,â she groans, leaning down to kiss your neck, then your tits, sucking one nipple into her mouth while her fingers keep working you open. âIâm so wet just from fingering you, baby. Youâre doing so well for your first time, taking my fingers like such a good girl.â
Her pace picks up a little, curling harder against that spongy spot that makes sparks shoot up your spine. She canât stop talking, the words spilling out between kisses and soft bites.
âAh, ah, Sho⌠Shoko!â you whimper, eyes shutting and back arching. âFeels âmazing, ah!â
âIâve wanted this for so long⌠wanted to be the one who makes you feel this for the first time. Fuck, youâre clenching around me so tight. You gonna cum on my fingers, sweetheart? Let me feel it. I want to watch you fall apart.â
She adds just a bit more pressure on your clit, rubbing faster, and her voice cracks with how turned on she is.
âCome on, baby⌠Show me how pretty you look when you finish.â
Your thighs start to shake, the feeling building fast and overwhelming. Shokoâs eyes are locked on your face, dark with lust, lips parted as she keeps talking to you through every second.
âCum for me, my sweet girl.â She leans in to trap your lips in a kiss and muffle your moans, she feels you clenching hard and cumming on her fingers, your thighs spasming and back arching. âThatâs my girl.â
She presses a kiss to your forehead, cleaning the sweat with the back of her hand. âBaby⌠can you keep going for me? Iâm not done with you yet. I want more.â
You nod weakly, voice hoarse. âO-okay⌠yeah.â
A bright and hungry smile spreads across her lips. âGood girl.â
She gently pulls her fingers out, making you whimper at the loss. Then she helps you turn over, guiding you until youâre on your knees with your chest pressed to the mattress. Your ass is up high, back arched, completely exposed. She runs her hands over your hips and the curve of your butt, squeezing softly.
âComfortable like this, sweetheart?â she asks, as she strokes your lower back. âTell me if itâs too much.â
You bury your face in the pillow, cheeks burning. âY-yeah, Iâm okay. Shoko⌠what are you gonna do?â
She chuckles softly, the sound warm and a little wicked. She spreads your cheeks gently with both hands, exposing everything to the cool air of the room.
âIâm gonna eat you out from the back, baby,â she says, almost purring. âGonna taste every inch of this pretty pussy while youâre all open for me like this.â
Before you can even process her words, you feel something warm and wet land right on your asshole. Shoko just spit on it. You gasp, your body jolting a little. She watches as the spit slowly drips down, sliding over your tight hole and down to your soaked pussy lips.
âFuck⌠so messy already.â
Her tongue is hot and soft as it drags from your clit all the way up, licking through your folds in one long stripe. She moans loudly against you, the vibration making your toes curl.
âMmm⌠you taste so fucking good,â she groans, doing it again, savoring every bit. âEven better from behind. God, I love having you like this.â
She buries her face deeper, tongue circling your entrance before pushing inside you, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts. One of her hands stays on your ass, keeping you spread open while the other reaches underneath to rub your swollen clit in tight circles.
You can barely hold yourself up, moans spilling out into the pillow as she eats you like sheâs starving. Every lick and every suck, every time her nose presses against your asshole makes your legs shake harder.
Shoko pulls back just enough to speak, her breath hot against your wet skin. âKeep making those pretty noises for me, mmh. Youâre so sweet and puffy, fuuuuck, Iâm so wet just from tasting you.â
She spits on you again, this time letting it drip down while her tongue chases it, licking everything up in messy and eager strokes. Her fingers keep working your clit faster, and you can feel another orgasm already starting to build, hot and overwhelming.
âYou gonna cum again for me like this?â she asks, voice muffled against your folds but still so full of lust.Â
âY-yes! Shoko, nghh, youâre so good⌠shit, hah!â Your own voice is muffled when you bury your face in the pillow, fisting the sheets as Shoko keeps closing her mouth around your clit and sucks gently.
Her tongue flicks fast and you know you wonât last much longer. Shoko just keeps going, moaning like sheâs the one getting pleasured, completely lost in how much she loves being your first. When the sensation starts to feel like too much, you have the instinct to pull back, but Shoko grabs your hip with one hand as the other pinches your clit.Â
âNuh-uh, donât squirm away. You have to cum,â Shoko says while your moans fill the room.Â
âShoko, please! Please mmph itâs too much!â you try to say, but Shoko doesnât listen to you and keeps circling your clit until her face is covered in your cum, mixed with her own saliva.Â
âMy sweet girl,â she says, pulling back from your pussy and letting you flop on the bed. She grabs you by the waist, pulling you into her chest.
âDid I⌠did I do good?â you ask, not really thinking about what you were saying, your whole body sore from Shokoâs actions.Â
âYou did amazing, sweetheart. The prettiest virgin ever.â She kisses the top of your head, her hand caressing the sensitive nipple. âCanât believe I have you all for myself. Cause youâre all mine, yeah?â She looks down, making you look up at her.Â
You nod vigorously, a tired smile on your face. âA-all yours,â
Shoko hums low, you can feel the vibration. âThatâs what I love to hear, sweetie.â
You hooked up with your three best friends and roomies on a drunken night last week - you're so embarrassed! You try to act normal, go on a date with a cute guy, but when you bring him home, Satoru, Suguru and Shoko get jealous. They don't share well with others, and you're already all theirs <3
pairings - Satoru / Suguru / Shoko x Reader
warnings - they're all just a little yan for you, fingering, cum swap, oral sex (multi receiving) p in v sex, reader likes Suguru the most hehe, Shoko being a dom mommy, Satoru being a lil simp for you - foursome dynamics, squirting, overstim, competitive, breed kink, just basically filth (this is freaked out even for me!) 4.2k wc
this is a sequel to the drabble it started out with a kiss - but you can read it on it's own hehe <3 it was a commission from one of you lovelies!
It had been a week since you fucked all three of your best friends.
Yup.
Not just Shoko. Not just Satoru. Not just Suguru.
All. Three.
Oh, and they're also your roommates! After that drunken night where you'd literally sucked Shoko's pussy juices off Suguruâs veiny cock, you'd been just a little stand offish towards them.
Satoru's blue eyes saw right through you, you swear, Shoko just lazily smokes a joint and smiles at you, as if she remembered drinking Suguruâs cum from your cunt. Oh, and Suguru? The way those amethyst eyes flick lazily down your body in the morning?
It's diabolical.
Yet none of you have done anything since, though the tension is there, lingering in every breath. Satoru's blue eyes linger on your breasts in the morning, as if he remembered sucking those nipples between his pink lips, they perk up right under that gaze. It's completely embarrassing.
Whatâs even more embarrassing is how you react to Suguru Geto when he comes up behind you to grab something, hand on the small of your back, making you vividly recall how those amethyst eyes looked at you as you rode his cock. Your thighs tremble just thinking of it â bouncing up and down his length, his mouth coated with Shoko's pussy.
And Shoko? She is more obvious about it all than the boys â her little smiles, her deliberate touches, as if she knows you're losing it, the little facade that you're all just 'best friends' and roomies. That you hadn't kissed her, that she hadn't drank Suguru's cum right from your messy hole.
It was a disaster. You all have been friends your entire life, you canât let one night ruin that.
So what do you do? Well, you try to avoid it all, ignore their looks and comments that could be taken the wrong way by you. You ignore it so well youâre playing with your own pussy constantly, remembering little flashes of each one instead of focusing on the little clips of porn youâre watching.
Who needed porn when you had two six foot four gorgeous men walking around shirtless, and pretty little Shoko in her bra and panties? As if they live to torture you, too. Theyâre constantly in your space, brushing your hair back, hand pressing against your waist, little kisses on your head.
Not just that â before your date tonight, there was Satoru offering to put blush on your cheeks, Suguru coming to braid your hair, Shoko making sure to dress you up, as if itâs some little concocted plan to get you in their bed again.
It was Suguruâs bed the four of you had fucked in, you didnât realize until that morning with a flush. Even that morning had been filthy, the way Satoru had drank you up against that fridge instead of his sweet coffee. How Suguru had fingered you until you just squirted all over, bathing the three of them right in it.
Then youâd promptly fallen right back to sleep, fucked out from the orgasms the three of them kept giving you â and thatâs when the nerves had kicked in, the heady realization that you want all of them.
Perhaps Suguru was the worst to handle, the way his lazy eyes slowly slipped up your body, how his silky locks would fall across bare shoulders, that black happy trail visible with low slung pants. That was by far the vision that popped up last night when you touched yourself, you slipping them off his slutty waist and just sinking to your knees.
But what would that all mean!?
What if you ruined the friendship!
Tonight you go on a date, hoping to try to just act normal, to put the fantasy of all three of your friends fucking you constantly in the back of your mind. The guy is sweet, heâs sexy, youâre both kissing right in front of your door, youâre so worked up from being around those three gorgeous beings that youâre wet when he toys with your panties â soaking wet in fact.
If Suguru Geto didnât get out of your damn mind.
Why was he fucking with you the most, not like Satoru and Shoko werenât right behind him, even as youâre kissing this poor guy, youâre thinking of them.
âMmm,â heâs kissing up your neck, when the door flings open, and you almost fall through. Luckily, Satoru catches you, smirking and wrapping his big arms tight, tugging you against his chest. âToru!â
âWhoâs this,â he asks, holding you possessively suddenly, a huge hand gripping right under a bouncy tit. âA date? Sweetheart, donât you know we have plans with us tonight?â
âWe uh⌠do?â You ask, gasping when you feel that length hot and heavy on the small of your back, that deep Satoru Gojo chuckle washing over you, his lips against your ear.
âMhmmm,â he drawls out the sound, hand slipping to your tummy, lips murmuring so only you can hear. âWeâre betting who can breed you first, sweetheart.â
You gasp.
âShoko even placed bets,â he sighs, leaning up to stand, raising a brow at the man who had his fingers on you. âSheâs betting on Suguru, letâs prove her wrong.â
âBreed!?â Your breasts rise and fall, seeing his feral grin, he looks dead ass at the man at the door with his eyes bright.
âMhm, sheâs gonna be occupied for a while.â
âSatoruâŚâ
âWhoâs this,â Shoko walks right on up, hips swaying just a bit, soft big sweater hanging off one of her narrow shoulders. You didnât even know you liked girls until Shoko had clenched your fingers that night, and fuck if your tummy doesnât flutter when she walks over to you, touching your cheek. âSweets, donât you know we have plans?â
âI heard,â you mumble, Satoruâs still holding you, his cock hard and heavy, making you flustered. âI went on a date.â
âI see,â she turns to look at him, smiling, her brown eyes lidded. âHi there.â
âUh, hi?â She saunters to him, when Suguru walks out â does he own a shirt!? His pierced nipples and tattooed abdomen fuck you up, along with the view of Shokoâs thighs and Satoru Gojoâs huge hands underneath your tits.
âIâm afraid she canât have you over tonight honey,â Shoko cooes those words, running a finger across his shirt, while Suguru steps in front of you, tilting your chin up so your head falls against Satoruâs collarbones.
âYour lipstick is smeared,â he murmurs lazily. âThat wonât do. Weâll have to wipe all this off, wonât we?â
Your breath catches as his thumb swipes off your pink lip stain, thighs pressing together, cunt just pulsing around nothing. âWeâll get her some new gloss.â
Fuck.
âBuh bye, lover boy,â the door shuts, and you have three irritated sets of eyes on you â dark honey, amethyst and cerulean â hungry for you.
âUm⌠hey guysâŚâ you disentangle yourself from Satoru, pausing as Suguruâs hand slips across your back, snaking around to grip your waist. âSuguâŚâ
âDonât Sugu me, you know what weâve been going through all night?â You raise a brow. âGoing on a date, really?â
âWell IâŚâ
âAre we not enough for you pookie?â Satoru pouts, sinking to his knees, tugging you right against his face, you feel his breath ghost your tummy â just a little bare from your outfit. You gasp out. âWeâve been trying to be patient, and I really suck at that.â
His lips press the bare skin there, eliciting a little whine of pleasure from your throat. âYou all have been waiting for⌠I donâtâŚâ
âYou think we donât remember?â Suguru asks, brushing your hair off to one shoulder, standing behind you and kissing the base of your neck, Satoruâs hands are slipping up your inner thigh, youâre dripping down them. âHow could I forget the way I could see myself move inside you?â
âOh god,â your lashes flutter, soft lips slipping up your inner thigh, another pair right at your pulse point, Shoko walking right up and brushing Satoruâs snowy locks back, he practically purrs. âShoko, whatâs going on?â
âWe arenât really down to share you,â she slips your straps down with her fucking teeth, itâs diabolical, truly. âNeed you all to ourselves.â
âShare me? Mnh!â Suguruâs tongue ring flicks along your neck before he sucks that delicate skin in his hot mouth, Shokoâs kissing down your breasts, yanking one out and watching it bounce. âShoko!â
âYour tits need marks, theyâre too pretty not to,â she runs her long nail delicately along your breast, making the nipple pucker and tighten, just begging for her mouth.
âI thought last week was like⌠a drunk um, accident?â
They all three pause, saliva dripping from each mouth latched on your titty, thigh and shoulder. âAccident?â Suguru murmurs. âNo, princess, we just finally did what weâve been wanting to.â
âYou donât know how long I jerked it to you,â Shoko and Suguru snort. âWhat!? Like you two didnât?â
âIâm gonna die.â You cover your face with your hands, cheeks on fire. âYou jerk off to me?â
âGod for years,â Satoru has the other two snorting again in laughter. âI think my first time was to you.â
âIâm so honored.â
âYou should be!â You look between your fingers at your white haired best friend grinning like a deviant, you canât stop the little giggle, that just makes all your friends want you more.
Shoko soaking wet.
Satoru and Suguru leaking pre.
Theyâve been dying for their pretty friend to come to her senses, Satoruâs fingers slip up Shokoâs thigh and yours, until he finds you both, moaning. Shoko presses a kiss on your lips, you taste the hint of smoke on her lips mixed with something sweet, Satoruâs long fingers slipping up between your folds.
âI canât tell whoâs wetter,â he murmurs, sliding a finger up inside Shokoâs slick hole, then yours, moaning. âFuck.â
Suguru turns you to face him, youâre lost in his gaze, Satoruâs lips slipping higher while he curls his fingers deep in your hole, making you jerk against his pretty face. Suguruâs eyes darken, when he kisses you itâs not playful like it was that night, not tentative.
No, itâs fucking hungry, the way he takes over your mouth is enough to have you dizzy. Heâs all teeth and tongue, his piercing a cool, hard shock against the roof of your mouth, moaning softly as his hands slip down to grip your hips. He swallows your gasp while Satoruâs fingers curl again, a precise stroke against that spongy spot inside your soppy cunt.
Youâre shaking, so many sensations from the three of them, Shokoâs hands are in Satoruâs hair as he kisses up your leg, you blink and catch sight of it, but he hits some spot that makes your vision white out.
âFuck, look at her,â Satoru murmurs. âAbout to cum already? Tsk, not yet, pretty girl.â
âIâm⌠sâclose,â youâre whining out when he slips his fingers out, standing and slipping them into Suguruâs mouth. He moans as he sucks you off them, shoving the ones that were in Shokoâs cunt on your tongue. âMmm!â
You taste her sweetness, still dizzy when Suguru just picks you up like itâs nothing, carrying you right over to the couch, laying you out and spreading your thighs. Youâre shaky when the three of them look so fucking hungrily at you, devious ass grins on their faces, hands tugging you free of your panties, bunching your dress up underneath your breasts.
âYou all are acting like you planned this,â you glare but they all just laugh, Satoruâs kneeling again, Shokoâs just shoving his head against your cunt until his mouth makes contact. âShoko!â
âIâm the one licking you,â he smacks your cunt and glares, Shoko shoves his face right back. âMnhâŚâ
âMake her cum,â Shokoâs words are broken off with a little gasp when Suguru bends her right over, slipping her bra off so her pretty tits are in your face. Youâre just leaned back with Gojo between your thighs, Shoko on your left, Suguru on your right, so overwhelmed itâs hard to think. You eagerly grip one of her titties and suck a nipple with Suguruâs urging.
âGood girl,â he murmurs, tugging at your hair while Satoruâs tongue laps a filthy strip between your puffy folds. Shokoâs eyes flutter shut, all of your hands slip up the curve of her body, while her grip on Satoruâs hair tightens. Suguru turns you back to him again, his huge hand wrapping your throat. âWhy donât you cum all over his face, hmm princess?â
Satoru comes up for air for just a moment, eyes dilate, tongue rolling across his soaked lower lip. âPlease do, drown me baby.â
âFuckâŚâ Youâre the one that tugs him back this time, his tongue fucking into you, nose hitting your clit while you guide your folds up and down. âMnh, mâclose!â
âCum for us then,â Shoko says softly, her cunt slick against your thigh. âLet us watch you, baby.â
You shatter with one more well practiced flick of Satoru Gojoâs long pink tongue, squirting all over his face, whining out as the pleasure rocks through your body in waves. âOh my g-god⌠ToruâŚâ
âMmm,â he moans against your cunt, slurping up that mess loud. âFuck youâre just drippinâ all down my face, look at that, hah â slutty little cunt.â
You just suck in a breath when he smacks your cunt again, thighs shaking as he leans over Shoko, sheâs dragging him right to her, for Suguru to kneel between your thighs. Heâs not practiced and precise like Satoru though, no he shoves your thighs high, you fall back and practically squeak, making them laugh softly.
âAh - ah, come here,â Suguru murmurs, dragging your hips towards his pretty face, parting your folds and moaning at the sight of slick pooling from your messy hole. âLook at that, I didnât get enough time to do this last week.â
âTo do⌠um⌠oh my f-fuckâŚâ Suguruâs tongue slides inside your cunt, which just quivers right around his thick tongue, his violet eyes dark when they look up under those lashes. Itâs more intense than Satoru, than Shoko, whatever the fuck it is he does looking at you like that.
For a moment your best friends next to you fade, when your hands go into silky locks, and his hands bruise your thighs with their hold. His tongue starts fucking you, curling up in that spot, the sounds of squelching cunts and moaning mouths echoing in your living room.
âSugu⌠I⌠mnh! There, there!â He pulls back, making you pout, only to part your folds and spread you wide, spitting filthy right in your hole, a glob of it just slidinâ right down to your puckered little ass hole. âSuguâŚâ
âAsk the right way, princess,â he slides two thick fingers in and bullies his way through your walls, watching as you twitch and smirking. âAsk me to cum.â
His words hit ears ringing already, Shokoâs kissing up your neck, Satoruâs hand is wrapping your calf, but Suguruâs looking right at you. âPlease.â
âSuch a good girl,â he muses, scissoring his fingers in and out and leaning down then, tongue flicking your clit. âTaste sâfucking good.â
âThey both do,â Satoru murmurs, leaning over to bite your thigh and grin at you, your hand brushes his hair back, watching his lashes flutter shut, while Suguru has you closer. Shoko kisses you, gripping your tit with one hand, toying your nipple all while youâre fucking Suguruâs face.
âThatâs it, make him a mess,â she murmurs softly. âI canât wait to lick all that cum right out of your pretty little cunt.â
âFuck!â Youâre done then, Suguruâs fingers and his suction on your clit are too much, you squirt a clear pretty stream all over him, having him moaning, swallowing every bit of you he can with the most lewd sounds. âS-Sugu!â
âMmph,â heâs drowning in you, coated in your slick, suddenly he doesnât even wanna share with Gojo or Shoko, but perhaps thatâs because youâre his favorite, even if he hasnât said it out loud. In moments heâs letting Shoko suck you off his fingers, leaning over you. âOpen.â
You do eagerly, letting Suguru spit right into your mouth on your tongue. You swallow as he commands, gasping out when he sits right on that couch, letting you straddle him. Your hands grip his shoulders, shaky thighs on either side of narrow hips, struggling to catch your breath when you kiss his spit soaked lips. You eagerly tug his pants down, freeing that thick cock.
âTake it princess,â he murmurs, youâre weak suddenly â so weak Satoru stands, lifting your thighs for you, spitting right on Suguruâs pretty cock thatâs just leaking so much pre itâs coated in white.
âNeed help, sweetheart?â He murmurs, you nod and turn, kissing his lips, coated in saliva, moaning into them as he moves you. Shoko leans up, kissing up your neck and positioning Suguruâs cock so itâs pressing at your entrance.
âThere?â She asks softly, you pull back from Gojoâs lips and nod weakly, when Suguru turns your chin to him.
âEyes on me when Iâm fucking you,â he whispers, but your eyes roll back when he sinks his cock inside in one fucking stroke, bottoming out. âFuckinâ feel that, sheâs grippinâ me like that? Made for it.â
âNgh!â Youâre struggling to take him, nails pressing into his biceps, Satoruâs kissing down your shoulders, lifting your hips again.
âThatâs it, take his cock sweetheart,â his lips press on your ear. âIâll fuck his cum right out of you, use it to bottom out in your tiny little cunt.â
Youâre so fucked.
Completely, utterly, debauched.
Youâre getting fucked by Suguru Geto â your best friend â while your other two best friends fuck right next to you. Shokoâs kissing you as Suguru just rails your hole, mean slams with his curved, thick cock against your cervix. You canât focus, feeling drunker than you did the last time it happened â and you have had only one little glass of wine.
Youâre drunk off their hands, their spit, their voices, the filthy sounds of Gojo groaning, Shoko gasping, Suguru murmuring your name. Heâs greedy with you then, dragging you on him and kissing you deep while his cock wrecks your body, youâre shattering all over him, making a mess of his thighs, his heavy balls.
âLeakinâ all over the couch,â he whispers, pulling out and putting you on your knees then, right where Satoruâs laying flat, Shoko riding him. Suguru fucks you from the back while your tits bounce in Satoruâs face, and your thumb finds Shokoâs pretty little clit, her head falling back. She pulls back, you swipe your tongue right on her slit, her nails press against your scalp.
Suguru moans when you flutter around him, trying to milk his cock for all heâs worth, his hand entangling in your hair and pulling you into an arch, Gojoâs buried his face in your tits, holding them while Shoko starts riding his pretty cock again. Suguruâs leaning over you, hair falling across your shoulder.
âFeel me?â He presses on your tummy, where itâs bulging from his thick cock moving, you weakly nod, earning him turning you to face him again. âMâgonna fill you up so full, youâll just drip me around the house. Breed your perfect hole.â
âMnh, Iâll breed her f-first,â Satoru murmurs, when Suguru yanks you to your knees, grinning up at you and slipping his hands up your thighs. âI cum way more.â
âShut up Satoru,â he pouts at that, kissing your thigh as Suguru shoves you down, so much pressure you can hardly breathe, clinging to the dark haired man who is ruining you. âFeel.â
He takes your hand, making you blush as you do feel it â him moving inside you. Shoko leans over Gojo, rubbing your clit with her thumb, pushing you right over the edge then, too intense to think, everything swirling.
âCum in me,â you desperately beg Suguru, looking up at him with pretty fucked out eyes. âPlease.â
God heâs done for.
You begging all sweet, your cunt just pulsinâ and so fucking tight, so hot and warm around his length. âWant all of it, princess? Can you take it?â
âPlease,â your voice breaks when he rolls his hips and Shoko pinches your clit, his hot load of white just coating your walls in so many pumps, youâre trembling as the spill from your hole, dripping down your inner thighs. âOh my g-godâŚâ
âFuck,â he bites your neck, moaning your name, pushing all his cum so deep inside your sloppy cunt, squishing with every slam of his hips. âThatâs it, takinâ me like that? So good, doinâ sâgoodâŚâ
His words slur, pussy drunk off you, you hardly register when Satoru drags you on top of him, cock still hard and slick from Shokoâs juices. She kneels and sucks your pussy right off Suguru, he moans and grips her brown locks, his eyes not leaving yours even when Satoru drags you down his length.
âMessy lil cunt,â Satoru cooes, shaky as he eyes Suguruâs milky cum dripping down his own cock, your pretty thighs quivering, already bruising from the three of them. âTook so much cum, didnât you? Should we just keep using you, till we breed your perfect hole?â
âPlease,â you canât even believe youâre saying please, but here you are, hips rocking up and down Satoruâs cock while he fucks Suguruâs white ropes out in messy swirls down his own. âPlease.â
âCum hungry little slut,â Satoru says, smacking your ass and then grabbing it, fucking up into you. âUse you like our pretty toy.â
âShe is a pretty little toy,â Shoko whispers, pulling back off Suguruâs cock thatâs hard again to lean over Satoru, spitting that cum right into his open mouth.
The night is even filthier than the first time, you donât know whos fingers are on you, whose mouth, donât know which cum youâre tasting, all four of you kissing, spitting, fucking. Satoru fucks you so hard you scream out, the sound only muffled by Shokoâs fingers slipping in and out of your lips, Suguruâs guiding you to ride Gojo when youâre too fucked out to move.
Satoru busts inside you, even more cum than Suguru did, moaning and trembling underneath you, watching all that creamy mixture slide down when he lifts you off. As Shoko promised, she eats their cum right out of your cunt, making sure not to miss a drop as she spreads you wide, Gojo and Getoâs cocks are already hard again.
Fucked in all of your holes, cum pouring out of each one, drool spilling as you eagerly swap your saliva and juices with the three of them. They donât stop until Shoko and Satoru blissfully pass out, but Suguru just isnât fucking done with you.
The middle of the night and heâs got you in his bed, thighs folded in the meanest mating press, cock so deep youâre moaning, muffled by his hand choking your throat, balls heavy as they slap slap slap.Â
âS-suguâŚâ youâre gripping the sheets beneath you, words a slur, hearing your friends literally snoring. âSore, mâsoreâŚâ
âI have to breed you first,â his words are husky, his eyes black with how his pupils are blown out, lips swollen from your kisses as he leans down. âI am not letting Gojo win this one.â
âYouâre s-serious?â He smirks, cupping your face and folding you in half, cock pulsing and thickening in your gummy walls, you cry out, hands slipping up his arms and shoulders, entangling at the nape of his neck. âSuguâŚâ
âYou want more cum inside you?â He whispers, slowing his pace. âCan you take more, be a perfect little princess and take all of it?â
âWant it, breed me please.â
âFuck babies into you right here?â Youâre nodding, lost with his heavy breaths, weight pressing you deeper into the bed, fucking more and more cum until he collapses against you.
Thatâs how Shoko and Satoru find you both, Suguruâs cock still inside you from another round from the back, snoring against your neck, your thigh slung over his, cunt still milking his sticky mess.
âThey had all this fun without us,â Satoru crosses his arms, Shoko snickers just a bit. âItâs rude. Weâre a polycube or whatever.â
âYa snooze ya lose,â Suguru mumbles sleepily, opening an eye at them. âYou two can clean our pretty girlfriend up though.â
âYouâre trying to breed her first using unfair tactics.â
âMmm, are you all arguing?â You wake up and yawn, feeling Suguruâs cock pulsing. âSugu, youâre still inside me?â
âIâm not leaving,â he moans, tugging you against him.
âBut she makes the best breakfast, get your dick out of her for a bit!â Satoru has the three of you laughing, Suguru eases out but not before a mean pump deep in your cervix. âPookie!â
âSugu lemme go,â you lean back and kiss his lips, a kiss that lasts a little too long, before sighing and yawning, stretching. Shoko kisses you good morning, Satoru tugs you in for a hug. âWhat do you want for breakfast, Toru?â
âPancakes baby, please?â You pat his head and he grins. âWe have the best girlfriend ever.â
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this was so filthy dear Lord ahaha - I hope ya'll enjoyed!
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Pairings. [SEPARATE] Shoko x Reader, Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, hybrids AU, rĂşts, heats, bonding bites, coIIars (for Ino and Nanami), use of âgood boyâ, chokĂng, making you cry, rough s, cervĂx smooching, NEEDY men, stopping you from running, manhandIing, dĂşmbifĂcation, lilâ surprise for Higuruma, DP, pIot, SHOKOOO cameo, oraI (fem rec.), fĂngering, p talking p sIapping, Gojoâs FĂRAL, bIindfolds, law professor!Higuruma, marathons, overstĂm, making him WHlMPER, needy JJK men, squĂrting, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, sIight cĂşmfIation, pet names, swĂŠaring.
A/N. HAPPY (belated?) LESBlAN VISlBlLITY WEEK!! Mwahahah yk I had to write ab my favorite girl tooâŚ
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - WOLF!
Hybrid type: Canis lupus
Tojiâs prolonged canines sink into the side of your neck.
Your mouth drops open in a soundless scream, and your thighs are quiverinâ where his were pressed against them. From behind, the wolf hybrid was practically pinning you down using his weight - using even the heft of his abdomen.Â
The firm sculpture of his v-line pushed against your behind. The entire length of him pistoning inside at a dizzying pace.
Abs against your back. Pecs near your shoulders.Â
Head dipped into the crook of your neck- panting between every clench of your walls. It seems that the harder he was driving his hips, the more nâ more animalistic his noises were becomingâuntil those intimidating teeth of his made an appearance to mark you as his.
Truly his.
When you entered the local Hybrid Companionship Program, youâd never have guessed youâd end up like this. Though you certainly werenât complaining.
But Toji had always known you were his mate.
Itâd started on a Friday night; your boss had insisted on yet another drinking party, and youâd been strong-armed into joining a few awkward co-workers in pouring drinks and pretending that you cared so much more about what Abe from finance had to say about the state of the economy and how it related to lax dress codes at work.Â
Particularly your dress code.
Ugh.Â
Youâre throwing the drunken man inside the taxi with more force than necessaryâand handing over a large tip to the driver in front.Â
You might hate the guy, but leaving him on the pavement like this might just get your pay dockedâŚ
As a few more of your co-workers pile into the taxi, they ask you whether youâre joining.
Your eyes flicker from the tangled body of Abe insideâŚto the clear night outâŚback to Abe inside. Itâs with something akin to relief that youâre saying youâd rather walkâit wasnât too far of a trek anyways. Itâs just then that Abe babbles something about it being unsafe and heâd oh-so-gladly make some room for youâŚ
Youâre closing the taxi door and not caring whether you catch Abeâs toes.
It was during this night walk - which in and of itself was rather uneventful - that you passed by the Tokyo Hybrid Center. The hub for all things hybrid-related: from informational seminars, to campaigning, to employment opportunities, and even a shelter for hybrids that were on the run from illegal fighting rings, etc.Â
And it was outside this massive building that you saw the sign.
Hot hybrids 5 minutes away want to meet you!
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Join our Hybrid Companionship Program to get suited with hybrids that wish to make new human friends. Deepen relations between humans and hybrids!
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Youâd walked in.
Itâd taken about a week to plough through the columns of forms and meetings with officials of the program. And after you finally managed to complete them, you waitedâŚand waitedâŚand waitedâŚ
Months later, youâd been entertaining the thought that perhaps they just found you unsuitable for every hybrid that walked through those doors. Which stung a little, you admit, for Abe had been particularly irritating at that stuffy office lately- and youâd been itching for a new friend. But you could get through, surelyâ
Thatâs when you got a call from the program, informing you that youâd been matched with a grey wolf hybrid.Â
Thatâs how you became friends with Toji Fushiguro.
An unsure, bumbling friendship.Â
One that meant - a few months later - you found yourself like thisâ
Nails attempting to claw into the mattress - itâs drawing a few jagged lines down the silken sheets that you swear youâd just washedâthough that wasnât anything Toji cared about. He couldnât even think.
He couldnât feel anything other than the soft, suctioning sensation of your pussy- the way it was dragging his inches back in even as he pulled out. The cutest squelches leave you every time heâs pushing in, in, inâ
And Toji himself pulls his face out from the crook of your neck.
Heâs leaving a garish bite mark behind- and the wolf hybrid laps at it a few times. Proud of his work. Why wouldnât he be? Heâs been wanting to do this since the moment he met you.
And then heâs catching sight of your lecherous reactions- the way youâre squirminâ away from him and whimpering at the stinging feeling. OhâŚhow it makes him snicker.Â
Before you can register it, his right hand reaches in front of you and tenderly intertwines his fingers with yours, âHow cuteâŚâ How sweet. How loving. âBut donât you think you can run away from me, doll.â In a single split-second, Toji has both of your hands pulled behind your back- and your pretty face collapsing onto the pillows.
Spit smears out of your mouth and on the pillowcases, and youâre keening as he bends your hands behind your back.Â
Holding onto them-
âIâd neverângh, run awayâŚâ You scoff.
âGood.â Heâs exposing your freshly-made bite mark to his hot pants. âBecause mânot stopping anytime soon.â
Then in the next few strokes, Tojiâs straightening himself up as he keeps drilling into you from behind - maintaining a strong hold on your wrists. Pulling them behind you. Leaving you completely at the mercy of his rugged, pummeling cock. Just pushing and pushingâ
He glues his muscular thighs to the backs of yours- and keeps his inky-black happy trail scruffing at your ass cheeks. The way you were arched in this new position meant that he was hittinâ spots you didnât even know existed. And most of all, his bulbous tip was shoved just a few inches deeper to make a firm indent at your cervix.
Youâre whining as you feel the intrusion. âFuck, fuck, fuuuuuckâyes. More. I can take it.â
âMore?â He asks questioningly.
Nodding and nodding.
âCareful what you wish for, honey.â
Though, despite Tojiâs warning tone, his fluffy tail swishes behind him in delight. How he loved losing his senses in your pussy.
Your warm, welcoming pussy.
Youâre squeezing his thick cock in surprise once you feel something settle atop your head- and it takes you longer than it should to realize that Toji Fushiguro had just reached his right leg in front of him and stepped down on your crown.
Your jaw drops at the utter audacity.
âH-holy shitâŚâ
And then heâs increasing his pace, heâs exercising his immense strength even further.Â
Heâs fucking you like he was furious with you - like he was making up for however many months he couldnât get his hands on his precious mate. Something deeeeep, and carnal, inside him yips with glee at the fact that he had you like thisâchoking on his cock and begging for more. More and more.Â
Tojiâs rational brain was overcome withâŚsomething he doesnât think heâs ever felt before.
Some strange part of him that needed to stuff himself so deep inside you that you remember him even once heâs pulled out. Some strange part of him that wanted his essence to be so combined with yours that everyone else that encounters you knows youâre his mate- and vice versa. He wanted you badlyâalways has. And even the slightest bounces of yours hips - whenever you were fucking back into him - made a part of him crack- he couldnât stand to break contact with you for a single fucking second.Â
Toji tugs you by the arms - so far back that your ass cheeks were glued to his toned pelvis. And you have nowhere to run but the stirring motions of his cock.
In the hazy noise of your bodies meeting, the bed frame begins to crack!
âWhatâs the matter?â He croons. And after a few more vicious strokes render you near-speechless, he chuckles to himself. âDick got your tongue?â
âYouâre s-soooââ But it was so hard to speak with the way his flared tip swabbed into your sweetest spots. He pinpointed even the ones your gooey channel kept hidden, and then ran the veiny underside of his length down those glossed walls- probing against your g-spot with such raw fervour. âNgh.â
You were being pushed back nâ forth.
Manhandled back nâ forth.
And he doesnât want you moving away from him for a single second.
The sheer force of his hips was enough that your sweaty scalp nearly bangs! against the wooden headboard. Toji notices the near-contact, and heâs lugging back both your bodies without a single word. âHey hey- câmereâwhereâd you think youâre going, huh?âÂ
âSânot my faultâŚâ Big tears run down your cheeks.
âYeah yeah- now shush nâ take itâ
Sweaty and tangled up as one.
And if that wasnât enough- Toji runs his thickened cock out of your cunt. Slapping it against your puffy pussylips and probinâ at your clit for a few thrusts- before pushing his solid inches back in and pumping away until you were utterly stupid. Utterly babbling.Â
His ballsack ends up plastered against your folds and plap-plap-plapping.Â
Youâre feeling the exact moment that theyâre then clenching- an explosion of creamy white cum that drips into your glossy channel.
Wad after wad.
Ribbon after ribbon.
Your walls expand with the addition. âOh p-pleeeease- fuck! So muchâŚâ Your mouth waters, âHow can you evenâŚso much.âÂ
Webbing up your poor insides, drenching them pure white. His bawlinâ divot was also just the perfect shape to probe those droplets of cum into your tender orifices, smearing them with his length thereafter. Again and again. Toji needs merely a few thrusts of him fuckinâ his warm seed into you - before youâre hurtling into your own orgasm, too. And itâs so strong that it makes lights flash behind your eyesâ
Through the white-hot pleasure, you feel a set of canines sink into your neck. Again.
This time, on the other side.
âHehâŚnow theyâre gonna know for sure.â
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.
.
It was inevitable that youâd be the talk of the office.
The moment you stepped through those swivelling doors: all eyes were on you.Â
From the bored receptionist that looked away from his computer, to the wizened doorman whose brows raised, to that damn Abe whoâd been drinking at the water fountain at that precise moment you walked into the lobby. The interns openly gaped, of course.Â
But it was nothing against the way that Abe physically spat out the water heâd been holding in his mouth- right onto some unfortunate intern who looked as though he was very serious about quitting this job.Â
With a few hasty apologies, the bane of your office life was walking towards you.
Then perhaps heâd noticed just how large the canines thatâd made that mating mark seemed to be. Perhaps heâd seen all those accompanying nips and nail marks wherever your skin was visible. Or perhaps he was seeing Tojiâstanding right behind you and glowering at the man.
You looked as though youâd been thrown to the wolves, and youâd brought one right to work.
âToji, I told youââ You coo at him. âYou donât need to accompany me all the way here.â
âOh, I think I do.â He murmurs.
In front of him, Abe starts backing up.
Looking straight at him, he says. âHave a great day at workâŚâ
Grinning a grin that showcases every dangerous tooth.
â-my mate.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - White-collar man!
Hybrid type: Canis lupus familiaris
âF-forgive me if Iâm a littleâŚunsure about this, my love.â Youâve never heard your perfect husband tremble in such a toneâsomething unsure, something so unlike the eloquent nature youâve grown so used to.Â
He was stuttering.Â
Why? Perhaps because of the way you were sneakinâ your luscious cunt down his length. Perhaps because of the way youâre feeling his prominent vein sneak down your walls- squeezing him where he was girthiest. Or perhaps because of the collar youâd put âround him.
It was a throw-away comment, really.
Youâd been seated beside your husband late at night; talking into the early hours of the morningâeverything from your favorite dates to the best restaurants in Tokyo toâŚkinks that the two of you have never tried before. And your husband being a dog hybrid - a German Shepherd type, to be specific - you admit that you may have thought of somethingâŚto doâŚwith making your husband don a collar.
And Nanami Kento being the perfect gentleman, was always happy to entertain your wildest ideas. At least once.
Though by the way he was affected by the thick faux-leather around his neck- youâre guessing that this might not be the last timeâŚ
âWhatâs the matter?â You watch as he brings up one finger and tugs on the tightened restraint. Underneath, Nanamiâs Adamâs apple bobsââToo tight for you, Kento?â
âNot at all.â He fervently shakes his head. âItâs justâŚâ
âJust what, baby?â Giving him yet another stir of your hips. Pap-papping! down his swollen inches.
In response, the large hybrid bucks his pelvis up into yours- letting the skin of his thighs stick against your own, letting the bulbous edge of his cock veer in even deeper. So much of his length; it felt never-ending.
Nanami has to use up every single shred of will within him to keep his head from tipping backwards, âItâs just that- hck! that it feels so good thatâŚâ Jaw clenching at the way your walls kept clenching harder nâ harder around his lengthâhe wanted to whine. But with that damn collar on him, his airway kept getting restricted. â-that i-it almost feels unfair.â
Alternating between a sensual, soft slide down his cock- and then speeding up when it felt like he was getting too clear-headed.
âWhat do you mean, Kento?â Genuine confusion.
âIt just means that Iâm over here feeling all good because of this collar and your- nghââ Gesturing vaguely at your cunt - though that didnât seem to be enough, and the blond man canât stop himself from pushing aside your legs to let his hand between them. Running his thumb eagerly over your clit - thorough, steady strokesâjust the way you liked it. â-your pussy. But am I making you feel good enough, my love?â
Your brows furrow, âOf course you are, Kento-â
âNo, butâŚgood enough.â He insists. And then his handsome face draws nearer, and Nanamiâs lips are catching onto yours. âMâthe type of man that needs my wife to feel better than me, darlinâ.â
âKentoâo-oh.â Entire body wracking with carnal shivers at the feeling of his thumb pressinâ down even harder. Like some cute heart-shaped button, heâs pouring out all his love with stroke after stroke after stroke.Â
And he continues, âI need you to feel so good that you almost canât take it.â He growls- and for a split-second youâre seeing a flash of those intimidating canines that made you weak in the knees. Nanamiâs ears perk up in alertness as his hips start ramminâ equally as fast to meet your pace, âI need you to feel dizzy with pleasure- hear me?â
âFuck-âÂ
âI need you to feel better than me.â
âOhâŚâ Head lolling behind- youâre not getting too far before heâs craning his neck and catching your mouth in a sloppy kiss.
Golden brows furrowing, âMmmâhear me? I need you to be aching, I need you to be fucked stupid- I need you to be mindless with pleasureâŚâ And then his fingers are briefly letting go of your sensitive nub to pinch. âBecause thatâs what good husbands do.â
Stimulating your unsuspecting clit.
Running his crowned tip into every spot he knew you liked.
Nanami had his body practically plastered to yours as if he lived for this - he wanted to fuck you numb with pleasure, and it didnât matter if he had to run his vein-covered shaft fucking raw on your walls to do it. Desperate. Dominant. Purely for your service. It didnât matter if his collar was getting tighter between all the pantsâif he couldnât breathe. It didnât matter if his limbs were getting tired. It didnât matter if his hybrid tail was wagging his emotions all on display.Â
It takes a few more vulgar, sloppy strokes of him pushinâ away his translucent precum into your deepest depths before Nanami speaks again. This time, he jerks his head ever-so-slightly up into the air and sniffs. âAnd this good husband can also smell that youâre close.â
Youâre breathless, âClose?â It wasnât that you didnât trust his honed hybrid senses but-
Fuck.
And then itâs hitting you.
âSh-shiiiiitââ Without you even realizing it - itâd been building up without you even noticing - youâre wracking your way into your orgasm.
Like shards of glass scattering; bolts of pleasure build up at your pussy nâ then course through your veins. Sending deep pangs of euphoria up to your brain- your mindâs just a little fried when youâre elongating your high with primal bucks and bounces down Nanamiâs ruthless cock. Up and up. Down until the scruff of his tawny-brown happy trail scratches against your outer folds.
Your head finally lunges back, your bodyâs arching into him.
And the only thing you can think to do is reach out and hold onto Nanamiâs collarâ
Itâs like your lifeline. And your husbandâs brows slightly raise as you clasp onto it, cutting off his breathing ever-so-slightly at the crescendo of your orgasm: you were choking him and he was liking it far more than he expected.
Itâs all Nanami can do to gnaw down on the flap of his lower lip and continue, âThisâŚfuck.â
âThis is my pleasure, Kento.â Babbling out - you donât know whether to blame the fogginess that your high brought upon you or not. âI really like it when you- hah, do your best to make me feel good. I really like that youââ
Pressing your lips to his.
â-make me feel so- fuck, loved.âÂ
You can feel Nanami smiling into the kiss. His throat tremors with the signal that he was about to say something more- but youâre quickly cutting him off with a tug at his collar.
Finishing off, âAnd I really fucking love when you wear this collar fâme.â
Between your pussylips, his bulging cock twitches in arousal.
The most wicked grin spreads across Nanamiâs handsome features, and heâs bringing his hand up to the collar- for a second there, you think heâs about to remove it. And youâre getting ready for the sensual entrapment to fall offâbut instead, he takes his index and taps on the little loop that the collar had.
One for the leash.
âThen why donât we take it a step further, darling?â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Here, pussy pussyâŚ
Hybrid type: Felis catus
Everyone knew that Geto Suguru was a cat hybrid.Â
One of those Abyssinian breeds that were rare and revered: he often prowled down the hallways of his temple, as silent as death itself, his tall figure casting shadows in every corner. Two upturned ears and a tail behind his chiseled frame. Because as beautiful as Geto Suguru wasâhe was just as dangerous.Â
And perhaps you knew better than anyone.
After all, as his right-hand member of the Association, you followed Geto wherever he went. To every dojo he visited to make sure that the other Association members were in top form for a battle; of course, itâd end up with him defeating them all and piling on the fatigued bodies as a lesson. To every home he had to visit, a mere smile of his being enough to intimidate even the most rebellious of ex-members (there were rarely any left breathing) into staying quiet. Perhaps even joining their circle once more.Â
To every meeting he ordered, seating before rows upon rows of men and women and everyone in-betweenâbowed at the waist reverently between who they saw as a deity himself.Â
Because in many ways, he was.
And here you were as a mere human before him: on your knees, mouth gaped as he trickled out more ropey splashes of cum.
Such sheer volumes of it flooding the cavern of your mouth, ending up dribbling down the sides of your lips in satiny ribbons. After he finishes tugginâ his swollen cock a few more times to milk out his final beads of cum, Geto taps his blushing tip straight on your lips, your tongue, your cheek - just to watch your expression threaten to contort in surprise.Â
And then heâs setting his length free and bringing down a hand to cup your chin.
The roughened fatness of his thumb wipinâ away a glittering bead of syrup. âThere, thereâŚâ Geto hums, âThink that pussyâs sorry enough now, gorgeous?â
You attempt to speak, but your mouthâs too full. âMmmâmmpf.â
âThatâs what I thought.â He snickers meanly to himself. And before you know it, that thumb of his thatâd been nicely roverinâ down the edges of your stained lips starts pushing inwards- starts pushing his digit deep inside your sloppy mouth and reaching for the very back of your throat. It makes some predatory part of him sing with glee to watch your eyes tear up, and your nose crinkle at the intrusion. âBut I donât knowâŚI still donât think sheâs sorry enough.â
Your eyes shoot open, lashes heavy with tears.
Still not sorry enough?
Still not sorry enough?
Where did this even beginâall because youâd had the audacity to fake it.Â
Itâd been another night cooped up in Geto Suguruâs grand quarters, which had quickly become your favorite area of his hideout, and heâd been fucking you long and hard aaaaaall night. Heâd been keeping his ravenous tip lodged nearly where your throat was, and driven you crazily over the edge more times than you could count.
And as a result of that, maybe youâd gotten a littleâŚsloppy.
Before you knew it, Geto was tappinâ away at your clit with his thumb- intending to send you both hurtling into your highs. But being so overstimulated, you couldnât help but put on a little show faking it- hell, you werenât even sure whether you could catch on at this point.
Yet you shouldâve known that the incredible senses of a cat hybrid would always know.
Always.
And so here you were: with your mouth stuffed till the brim, time and time again, in punishment for attempting to con the leader. Whilst your cunt throbbed away animalistically between your legs-
âI can smell that ungrateful pussy of yours growing wetter.â The hybridâs keen nose twitches- sweeter. The room seemed to get so much sweeter - like a candy factory - whenever you grew more aroused.
âI- hck! canât help itâŚâ With monumental effort, youâre speaking through the fingers he had probing between your kiss-swollen lips.Â
âYes, you can.â He spits. âDoes that ungrateful pussy think she deserves my cock?â
You canât stop yourselfâyouâre nodding and nodding. Resting on the heels of your feet and grindinâ back against those mounds - itâs the only sort of friction youâre able to get right now. And by the way that Getoâs dexterous tail was swishing from side-to-side, then it seems that he didnât quite appreciate that, eitherâŚ
And so with such a mean snarl upon his handsome face- he pulls out the thumb thatâd been massaging your tongue. Getting sucked. And without a single warning, Geto grabs the back of your scalp and rams your mouth down his cock- all the way till the base. Until the tufts of his jet-black hair was scraping your nose, and youâre moaning needily around him. You needed him so badly.
âTch- seems she really does want my cock.â With raised brows, Geto looks down at where you were pushing nâ pressing yourself against your feet. How it covered every single spot your pussy touched with a glisteninâ layer of slick. âFineâŚâ
Your eyes shoot open. Looking up at him pleadinglyâ
âFine, that silly pussy can have my cockâŚâ Getoâs grip on you grows even tighter - searing. âShe can have my loooong, thick cock.â He leans down to whisper in your ear, âBut she better know that I am very angry at her.â
And then youâre being pulled off his hard erection with a pwah!Â
Soon enough, youâre finding yourself laid flatly against the leaderâs futon.Â
His powerful hips pinning yours down, his long hair loosening around the two of you like a curtain- his muscular tail keeping one of your legs pinned to the side as he presses your thighs open nâ shovels you with his ravenous inches.Â
From the glistening crown of his shaftâdown, down, down until those familiar curls surrounding his hilt.
Geto fucks you like heâs furious at you-
Like heâs aiming to leave a few purple bruises on that cervix of yours, like heâs stretching out your walls so they remember his exact size. He wants you to feel him between your legs even after heâs pulled out - maybe thatâd be enough of a reminder to keep your damn pussy in line. And even as he thinks about it, the cat hybridâs hastening his hips.
Piston after piston after piston.
His fingers dart upwards to grab at your clit- and youâre genuinely sobbing as he squeezes it. Somewhere in the muddled rationale of your brain, youâre sure that heâs fucking you just to make you cry.Â
With his other hand, Geto brings that spit-coated thumb up to his mouth nâ licks it clean. Then his lip curls, âDisgusting. This fuckinâ pussy doesnât even deserve what mâgiving her.â Pinching your throbbing nub once more, âDoes she?â
âI-Iââ You bawl. âI donât-â
âWhatâs that?â Another pinch. âSay it louder so that sheâs hearing too-â
âI donât!â
âDamn right.â Geto twitches his nose once your cunt simply grows even wetter, âHear that?â
Whatever noises heâs wrenching from between your legs as he fucks you- it seems to be enough of a answer to him. And then heâs hitting your sodden womb with a smack!
âShouldnât even be fucking her- tch, not after she went against her leader.â Geto muses to himself, âShe should be thanking the- hah, universe that Iâm just in rut.â
Cold water pours down your body - or perhaps that was just Getoâs sticky precum dribbling out in puddles. âYouâre in rut?â You gasp.
âProblemâ?â
âN-not at all.â In fact, youâre spreading your thighs apart and bucking into his battering thrusts. Even more. Such greed; despite how well Geto was fucking youâŚyouâre still yearning for more of him. Lashes fluttering with tears, you donât think youâve ever been more honest in your entire life as you pleadââI want you to f-fuck me until youâre shooting blanksââ Reaching around his toned waist and tugginâ on his tail. â-Suguru.â
His breath hitches.
And then he purrs.Â
âFine, youâre forgivenâŚâ Before elation can hit you, he twists his fingers on your sodden clit. Hard.
âO-oh-â
â-if you squirt fâme.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - RUT RUT RUT.
Hybrid type: Canis lupus familiaris
He couldnât help himself.
He honestly couldnât.
Choso Kamo has no idea whatâs gotten into him.
One morning, heâs waking up with the most painful boner of his entire lifeâand it seems that youâd gone out to the store bright nâ early. So thatâs no big deal. Shit happens. He could handle it all by himself: heâd flounced out of bed and headed straight into the bathroom for a cold shower - having his own hand wrapped around his cock wouldnât feel nearly as good as having yours.
And so that problem had been taken care of.
Or so Choso had thought.
The next little (not-so-little) issue had popped up almost immediately after heâd exited the shower.Â
All freshened-up, Choso was drying his shoulder-length hair with a towel as he walked into the bedroom. And then heâd seen it.
Then heâd mindlessly cast his gaze around the room and ended up dropping it ontoâŚthe bucket of laundry that he was meant to fold today. And other than the nagging guilt of putting it off, heâd been fixated on one thing: the lacy black panties that youâd left on top of the pile.
Without thinking twice, Chosoâs hybrid tail was wagging. Without thinking even once, Chosoâs hand had cast out and grabbed it.
And brought it to his face to sniffâ
Then lo and behold, he was sporting an utterly painful boner that made the hybrid rush straight back into the bathroom. ExceptâŚthis time, it was one that couldnât be willed away no matter how many cold buckets of water he poured over his head, no matter how many times he thought about unsexy practices like taxes orâŚbasically anything that wasnât related to you, or anything you wore, or anything you said.Â
Heâd been forced to wrap a guilty hand around his cock and jerk himself to ecstasy before he could leave the bathroom again.
This time, as long as he avoided looking at your panties on the laundry pile, he was able to leave the room without popping a boner.Â
Kidding.
Choso Kamo made two steps before he was feeling something akin to withdrawalsâand soon enough, he was finding himself elbow-deep in the laundry bucket, shuffling around to hunt each and every pair of panties he could find. And thenâand then he was speed-walking to the laundry room itself, grabbing every single scrap of overpriced lace he could find: washed and unwashed.
Dropping it all down on the bed before tearing his shorts down and pulling his cock raw. Tail wagging. Palm red. Mouth gaping open.
What was happening to him?
What was happening to his body?
Why was he feeling soâŚ
But no matter how many times he was cumminâ all over your scattered panties on the bed - it still wasnât enough for him.
And thatâs the state you found your poor, poor boyfriend in when you came home.
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.
.
Squelch!
âJ-just a little moreâŚâ Chosoâs voice comes out botched. Hot breaths sticking to the column of your neck, making the skin âround that area feel sticky.
Everything about this was such a mess.
Such a mess.
The bedsheets sticking to your back. The cum flowing between your quivering legs. Even Chosoâs movements- the smallest, sloppiest semi-thrusts that were all he could manage. Anything more and he was on the verge of cumming blanksâso now he merely had his ruby-red tip stuffed between your pussylips nâ delicately shifting your sweet spots aside.Â
Large tears start up at his waterline and end up flowing down his cheeks. âJust a little more and I think mâgonna stop, baby.â
âNo need to rush, Cho.â You coo reassuringly from beneath him. Reaching one hand up, you wipe away some of Chosoâs tears. âTake as long as you need.â
His hybrid tail wags behind him as he takes in your words. You always did treat him so tenderly.
âYes, but I p-promiseâŚâ He whimpers. Such a sweet, sweet noise hatching at the back of his throat as he bucks his hips backwards- nâ draws a gluey vertical line down the expanse of your cervix. âJust one more and mâgonna- hck! stop.â
âOf course.â Pushing back on the dark brown bangs that stuck to his forehead, âBut remember that youâre in rut, baby. I donât know if itâll- haaah, end so easily.â
âBut Iâve gotta.â
Voice cracking.
Desperateâjust so desperate.
His hips are stuttering forwards at an incredible pace, lashing out into every hidden ridge nâ crevice deep inside you. Even more powerful because of his hybrid status. The toned edges of his pelvis are practically gluing to youâfeeling sleek all over with a layer of sheen that escapes from the top of his ruddied tip. Even though Choso wasnât exactly cumming at the moment, he was bawling out such volumes of precum that made it feel as though he was. And he thumbs it inside you with a whimper.
âI n-need to. This has to be the last one.â Almost breathing. Almost speaking to himself rather than you. He continues between punctured thrusts, âYou wanna know why? Otherwise mâjust gonna keep cumming, babyâŚâ
Your eyes widen. âWhat do you mean, Choso?â
Hiccups crackle at the back of his throat. His ears start to droop.
And with a trembling expression, Choso thumbs in the last of his translucent sap. Then heâs holding onto the base of his cock and funneling you with it- you think he might be holdinâ onto himself to better guide his probing tip into your sweet spotsâŚbut no.Â
No, youâre quickly coming to realize that Choso was grasping onto himself solely because he needed to stop himself from cumming so much. Needed to.Â
Thereâs a twitch between his eyebrows, and he bites down on his lower lip as he waves off yet another high. âI-I just canât seem to stop.â And it wasnât just that pussydrunken tone of his - Choso sounded absolutely gone, ruined, wrecked by this point. âI donât know whatâs gotten over meâbut I just wanna fuck you all full until I physically canât cum anymoreâŚâ
âOhââ Your moans are long and hollowed.
âI just wanna start shooting blanks- maybe thatâd get me to stop fucking you finally.â Between the slurps and squelches of your cunt gulping him up, he manages to echo his words. âItâs just so addictive, babyâŚâ Pulling out the raw, sap-glossed edge of his shaft- he draws a few hearts on top of your pussy before funneling back in. âI just wanna fuck you like a damn dog-â
âOh!â Because at that very moment, Choso leans forwards and bites a good marking at the crook of your neck. âEasy there, boy.â
Hips only speeding up. Hips only milking himself even moreâŚâI just wanna watch my girlâs pussy get covered in my cum. Flood with it.â He sniffles, âI just wanna ngh- fuck you and fuck youââ Attacking your mouth with a sloppy, passionate kiss. â-again and again and again- I canât fucking stop myself.â
And Choso had long since been pussydrunken- his rut just made him extra-sensitive to those lecherous sensations.Â
But now you were almost as cockdrunk.
Jaw dropping. Heels hooking around his waist. Pupils shaping into heartsâChoso takes one single look at that expression, and his entire bodyâs wracking in visceral shivers.Â
That animalistic side to him taking over as he fucks you long and hard- âBaby, I think mâgonna cum again soonâŚâ He whispers in your ear. âAnd after I cum again- ngh, mâgonna need you to put me back in my senses before I go another round. And then anotherâand another. Because soon enough mâgonna be fucking you for daaaaaays.â
âI donât mind.â You mutter, more to yourself.
âWhat was that?â He asks.
And youâre shaking your head: you knew that Choso thought you couldnât take it with your human stamina. He wanted to go for days. You wanted to go for daysâŚâNothing at all.â Hooking your arms around his neck, âCum inside me, baby.â
It takes only a few more vulgar strokes before heâs finishing offâso overstimulated by this point that itâs just a few pearly-white beads of sap. Just a few trickles of hot cum. Before nothing more can escape out of him- and Chosoâs merely bucking into you for pleasure, riding out the dry waves of his orgasm. Cumming dry.Â
Peak after peak.
Rollinâ his dried-up cock into your gooey depths.
He shakes as his bliss overcomes him. The prettiest tears dripping down his cheeks and hanging off of his pointed chin.Â
Soon enough, heâs fucked himself limp on your perfect pussy.
And all it takes is a mere nudge to flip your positions; with Choso seats back against the pillows, and you straddling his reddened hips. Bouncinâ your cunt down his thick cock.
His eyes damn-near bulge out of his skull. Though you can see his long tail wagging happily- âBut baby, can youââ
âI can take it.â You smirk. âSo be a good puppyboy fâme and beg.â
âW-woofâŚâ
A rut could last a week.
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Easy, TigerâŚ
Hybrid type: Panthera tigris
Now, it was no secret that your boyfriend is a tiger hybrid.Â
Endangered. Enormous. The rarest amongst even the rare hybrids; his striped tail and broad figure drew stares wherever the two of you went. Often, onlookers were torn between admiration and intimidation as they gazed upon the great hybrid- the great hybrid that caught their stares, crumpled them up, and flung them right back at them at 308 mph with a single glareâŚ
Needless to say, Ryomen Sukunaâs temper was one befitting of a tiger hybrid.
And most people knew not to mess with your boyfriend. Most people knew not to so much as nudge his patience.Â
Except for you, that is.
âMeow for me, Kuna.â You didnât care if you got on his nerves.
âFuck off.â
âPleeeeeaseâ?â
âWhat sort of fuckinâ tiger hybrid meows?â
Youâre seated on Sukunaâs lap while he tries to work on some olâ project; knees straddling his waist, back facing his laptop, and your fingers dug into his coral-pink hair. It was just so soft and bouncy underneath your touch, and soon enough your hands found themselves edging into the sinuous area of his ears.
Tiger ears.
âH-hahâŚâ He shivers. âWatch your hands, woman.â Comes Sukunaâs low snarl. His breath tickles the column of your neck, and in your peripheral vision you see his long canines point. âYâknow damn well that Iâm sensitive there.â
âOh, are you?â With a dramatic gasp, youâre turning to face him. And laughter bubbles to your throat as you notice the irritated tick in his jaw already. âSensitive? And here I thought you were some big, bad tiger hybrid.â
Sukuna looks at you incredulously, âDamn right I am.â
âOh yeah?â And then your fingers are gliding up the mountains of his ears. Right from the base, and then up to the very tip-
âH-heyâfuck.â A carnal shiver wracks through him, and Sukunaâs striped tail sways from side-to-side behind him. âThat doesnât prove anything?â
And then right back down againâand thenâŚfuck, and then youâre finding that good spot behind his ears that makes him shutter his eyes and lean into your touch. Like some damn housecat, Sukunaâs letting out a slow, satisfied purr as your fingers continue their fatal ministrations. Heâd slap himself if it didnât feel so good.
Through the slight gaps in his vision, he spots a victorious grin spread across your pretty lips. âMeow fâme, Kuna.â
Leaning deeper into your touch. His lips purse, âM-meâŚâ And then Sukunaâs eyes shoot open as he realizes just what he was about to do.
Just what you were close to making him do.
A fucking tiger hybrid and heâs meowing for you?!
Now that canât be.
Before you know it, one of Sukunaâs large, bulky hands reaches up and smushes your cheeks together- how cute. Those honed nails of his prickle over your skin - just light enough to send goosebumps scattering - and then heâs running it down to grab you by your throat.Â
âYou exceed your limits, brat.â
You smirk nâ lean down to kiss him on the nose. âEasy, tiger.â
And the thing isâŚSukunaâs heart jumps to his throat - and his cock - the moment he reads that expression on your face. The type of smugness that told him- you wanted to be fucked back into your place.
He huffs. Silly little humanâ
Just a few minutes later, the massive hybrid has you stood and shoved against the edge of his work desk. Polished oak pushing against your body, Sukunaâs front pressing into you from behind; even the slightest squirms mean you can feel his erect cock. Those important documents his assistant, Uraume, told him were confidential go flying everywhere the minute heâs clawinâ aside your sodden panties- ripping them.
Giving his rock-hard erection a good squeeze before shoving down his grey sweatpants and shovelling himself raw.
Not the barest bit of stretchinâ out your elastic hole. Before you feel himself fitting in until the very hilt-
âOh-ohhhhââ Your hands are shooting out in front of you, dragging faint nail marks into the wood. Mouth dropping agonizingly as the delicious curve of his length starts smearing down your goopy walls.
Just a single semi-thrust. Just a lurch of his globular tip- swipinâ down every sweet cranny and orifice without even trying. Your back arches into him, âKuna, that feels so- mmpf!â
Before you know it, one of his large hands comes up to cover your mouth. âShut it, girlie. Mâtrying to make you meow for me.â
Lashes fluttering, âM-me?â
Yet another rugged slam! The luscious tip of his shaft opens up every crevice and seeps hot precum into your every pore. Sukuna always managed to fuck you so agonizingly wellâand even now, he was rendering your body weak and tremblinâ with just a few hits to the back of your pussy. Back and forth. Back and forth.
One of his roughened hands glides down your back until it rests on the base of your spine. Arching you even more.Â
The sensual end of his shaft curved up juuuuuust a little upwards and dragged his drivelling tip down the roof of your cunt. And you canât help but moan out-
âNow now.â A slam of his left hand down on your stuffed pussy. Sukuna cranes his head to the side and watches those bloated lips of yours quiver- adorable. âWhat did I say about you stayinâ quiet?â
âI-I didnât realize you were seriou- mmm.â Heâs pressing his right palm further against your face.Â
He whispers, âOr mâslapping this ungrateful cunt once for every word.â
Pushing against you. Pinning you beneath him. Keeping your restless hips in place - no matter how much youâre bucking and begging for more, Sukunaâs the one in control of how his solid, veiny inches were dragging in and out of your pussy. Again and again.Â
And as heâs pummeling into you as if he was furiousâSukuna spits out mercilessly, âDonât tell me Iâve gotta fuck you stupid to make you shut up?â His tone was low and dangerous- one of his knees shoves between your legs nâ spreads them even wider for easier access. âAre you this pussy?â When you donât answer, heâs letting his hips run even deeper and massage your ass cheeks with his scruff of pink happy trail. âHuh?â
Confusion and lust befogging your brain- âN-noâŚ?â
Heâs puncturing each syllable with thrusts- honing in deep at the back of your gooey pussy. Youâre openinâ up so readily for him. âAre you the one I want meowing?â
Ribbons of spit fall from your lips and soil his palm. âNo.â
âAnd so are you supposed to speak?âÂ
âNo-â
âThen why the fuck are you speaking now?âÂ
Even now.Â
That littleâ
Your jaw drops as you realize that youâd just been baited into wasting your breath, your words- and your head swivels âround to look at him.
And oh, what a sightâŚ
Youâre only met with Sukunaâs cocky smile and your stinging pussy being punished with three more consecutive slap-slap-slaps that send shockwaves of pain and pleasure through your veins. The entire expanse of your body seems to be set alight. The tips of your toes are curling inwards-
And as if your body couldnât have been any more unstable; Sukunaâs powerful tail hooks around your right calf and maneuvers it as if you were nothing but a pretty lilâ doll beneath him. Just the cutest little mewls dripping out of you once his hybrid appendage drags your leg up onto the table and keeps it thereâso pliable for him. This sudden change in angle makes his thick, vein-covered cock rover even deeper.
With the burgeoning end of his tip, heâs pinpointing every single nook and bundle of nerves.
âI donât wanna hear another peep out of you, mâhere to listen to this pretty pussy. And I donât care if I have to fuck you stupid to listen to this kittyâŚâ Sukuna warns. And as your chest heaves, heâs removing his hand from your mouth- you can moan nâ mewl as much as you wanted.
But rest assured that heâs still keeping his claws âround your throat and making you whimper as those pointed tips graze your tender skin. Marking you. âIâŚmmm.âÂ
Itâs almost too much for him to handle: watching you chew on the inside of your cheek as you held your words back.
And with a gleeful smile, the tiger hybrid leans back nâ coos at your pussy - folds glistening with the excess of his precum clinging onto you, the outer edges of your cunt bloated from how many times heâs slamming and slamming against them. Until the area of his pelvis burns red. âHeeeeere kitty kitty~â Youâve never heard him speak to you like thatâŚâThis girl hereâs jealous because mâgiving you special treatment. Why donâtcha show her who owns this cock?â
âKun- oh.â Pressing your lips together as the fire starts sizzling at the pit of your stomach.
âBecause you do own this cock- me, donât you?â Giving you yet another spank! âIâd meow for you.â
âPussydrunkâŚâ You mutter- only to be hit with another barrage of slap-slaps that were just pushing you closer towards the edge.Â
âWhy dontâcha make a scene? Make some noise fâme?â And then his left hand dips between your legs and ends up grazing between your pussylips. Finding that button of your clit. âWhy donâtcha meowâ?â
And all it takes is one squeeze- one.
Before light explodes behind your closed eyelids - when did you even shut them - and youâre suddenly being propelled into your high. Your orgasm thunders between your legs nâ shoots hot dopamine through every vein, vessel, and atom.
It takes over your body in a wave- harsh and fast.Â
And as the torrents of it take over you, Sukunaâs keeping a firm hand latched onto your pussy and rolling over your throbbing clit. Meanwhile his cock accelerates in and out to bash you through every incredible peak.Â
âYeah- yeah.â Sukuna hisses into your ear, breath scorching enough that it causes your surrounding skin to perspire. The space between you two was non-existent and sizzling. âYeahhhh, feels pretty good, huh?âÂ
His tiger tail pushes down on your restless leg- keeping you hiked up. And Sukunaâs ruthless hits only get more and more accurate by the second: your g-spot was likely reddened nâ stinging from the inside.Â
âFeels nice to meow? Sâthis what you wanted so badââ Those sweet, sweet noises of you getting even wetter as he fucked you through your orgasmâŚlike music to his ears. âAnd awwww, look at that- hehâŚâ Sukunaâs thumb taps down on your pulsating clit, âSheâs even purring fâme.â
The two most prominent veins down his shaft make you mewl as heâs bouncing off every good spot. And you claw down his table as you keenââY-youâre going to- oh. Mâgonna get you back for this, gonna milk you dry just wait and watch.â
Without a second of hesitation, you reach up and graze your fingertips across his twitching ears.Â
And at that very moment, you feel his bulging cock swell even impossibly bigger inside of you.
He purrs, hybrid tail pulling you both closer together. âEasy, tiger.â
But youâre jumping on it just as quickly. âAwww, thank you for telling me what I already know, Taku.â Youâre running your hands through his tawny golden hair, scratching behind the hybridâs golden retriever ears- dammit, you knew he was weak for this. How evilâŚ.
And he can only manage out a half-hearted growl.
To which youâre raising your brows, and itâs enough to make Ino nuzzle the crook of your neck. Hiding the pretty pout that was surely taking over his lips by now.
âDown, boy.â You smirk, âSo you agree with me that cat hybrids are better, huh?â
âNo!âÂ
Before you can get out anything more, heâs clawinâ onto your oversized t-shirts. Pawing you. Placating those traitorous words of yours by pressing his heated body even closer.
Ino mutters, âAnd I can prove it, too.â So determined.Â
If there was anything that Ino hated more than those damn cat hybrids with their feline sneakiness and obsessive preening; then it was your admiration for it. Your attention. And though he knew that part of you was teasing - quite successfully, at that - you didnât expect a golden retriever hybrid to act normal about it, did you?
Chuckling, âAnd howâs that?â
Oh, you knew you were in for it.
Because no matter how cute cat hybrids could be, nothing could ever compare to how possessive puppyboys were.
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âSee? Seeâ?â Inoâs tone was utterly botched; husky and cracking embarrassingly towards the very end. Unstable. There was a carnal nature to it that just made the hairs on your body raise- and no matter how desperately youâve heard him speak before, nothing could compare to this.
As heâs holding- practically gluing your hips down onto his.
Skin against skin. Hot sweat gliding between the two of you.
Letting the blushing, bulging tip of his cock swab inside his eighth orgasm of the night. The miry ribbons of his sap layerinâ around his inches and getting pushed in even deeperâor at least attempting to.
Ino had cum so many times tonight that he was having a hard time keeping it all in.
In and inâagain and again. A few beads of his cream-white cum foams between your legs and makes the hybridâs nose crinkle- heâs reaching his left hand up and pushing the excess inside with his thumb. âSee? Feel me filling you up with so much cum? All the way untilâŚâ Reachinâ up just a little and pushing down on your stomach, he watches as it makes the wads of cum stuffed inside you empty out. â-youâre just bloated with me.â
Making an even bigger mess for him to pretend to have to âclean upâ or something or the other.Â
And youâre feeling so good- Inoâs curvaceous tip was smoochinâ around your sweetest inside. Your most sensitive parts. âMmm, yeah. Fuck- I can feel you so deep inside.â
âRight from these pussylipsâŚand right up to your womb.â Ino sputters out. And itâs a sheer wonder that he could even string together coherent sentences at this pointâjust that pussydrunk. âIâve m-made my mark eeeeeverywhere on this pussy, sweetness.â
âM-made your mark?â You giggle- he was just speaking nonsense. But it was just so cute how earnestly Ino meant it.
His long, doe-like lashes fluttering. His beautiful brown eyes tearing up. His lips quivering the slightest bit every time your walls were clenchinâ and milking him; draaaaagging sloppily from the girthy end of his base and up to his slender tip. âMhm-â Nodding and nodding- the clapping noises of his hips meeting yours just speeds up. âSo that even when mâcleaned out of you, youâre gonna feel me- gonna feel empty without me.â
âOhâŚâ Your maw drops.
And heâs immediately lurching his dazed head upwards and planting a direct thwack! of spittle between your gorgeous lips. âEven these lips. Youâre gonna miss me- ngh, s-stuffing these pretty walls full. Youâre gonna miss the feeling of me hereââÂ
Mazinâ between your clingy walls, entering his swollen head into your womb.Â
â-begging for pups.â
âBaby, youâre pussydrunk-â
Though the words donât seem to reach his buzzing ears.
âAnd any other fuckinâ cat hybrid-â He spits out those last two words like venom. Teeth just a little bared. â-are gonna know. Theyâre gonna smell me on you.â Hybrids, in general, always did have more heightened senses than humans. âTheyâre gonna sense me. Theyâre gonna know that Ino Takuma has been hereâthat heâs made this pussy his before any of them could.âÂ
Lovingly, Inoâs patting your bloated pussy- plap-plap!Â
Youâre so wet that beads of sap nâ cum end up smeared across his fingertips. And heâs skating them down your crevice to pinch at your throbbing clit.Â
His hybrid tail wags beneath him; you could sense the sheets shifting as a result. âAnd theyâre gonna knowâŚâ Inoâs mouth waters just at the notion. â-that Iâve been a good boy for you.â
Your breath hitches at the feeling of something building, and building, and building deep within you.
Itâs accumulating with every single ruthless slam! that he was honing out. Hitting every tender area- your g-spot was aaaaaching for touch every single time Ino pulled back to reel in again, just addicted to him already.
And soon enough, youâre finding yourself meeting his every thrust with a needy bounce.Â
Making your hybrid boyfriend beneath you get pushed up and down the creaking bed- his ears twist in ecstasy when you accelerate. âNow, I wouldnât say thatâŚâ You murmur, and without a single warningâyouâre reaching up and tugging on one of fluffy ears. â-youâve been a real bad boy, Taku.â
âB-but I am better than any cat hybrid⌠And then his voice is breaking- and Ino Takuma is shattering into his ninth high of the night.Â
Honestly, it doesnât even feel like his ninth high.
It feels like five at once. Harsh bouts of pleasure thrum through his body; making it feel as though every single droplet of blood he possessed was rushing out of his limbs and collecting at the very tip-top crown of his shaft. That blushinâ rouge tip just pouring out sticky wads of cum into your deepest depths, sliding them along his heavy inches and into your squeezing walls-
Ino babbles away stupidly as he cums- âI thought I was a good boy.â He hiccups, his lower lip quivering delicately. âThought I wasângh, better thanâŚoh.âÂ
And then heâs planting both feet on the navy-blue sheets and arching even deeply up into you.
Desperately.
He was practically wrenching your next orgasm out of you.
Youâre letting out a brief whimper at the sudden shockwaves of bliss overtaking you - rendering your vision a little bleary, and your toes curled in pleasure.Â
And through the fogginess that curls around your brain, youâre able to witness how his long lashes start to dapple in tears. Huffing, âSo mean tâme, prettyâŚâÂ
You snicker, âOnly because I love you, Taku.â Leaning down to kiss him tenderly- âYou know I can stop the joking around if you want?â
âNoâŚâ He shakes his head. âWhen youâre mean to me it makes me hard.â
Oh.
And what else were you supposed to do; but hum thoughtfully to yourself as you reached out and shuffled in the bedside cabinet? Bringing out that bright-red collar that he loved so much? Snagging it around Inoâs pretty throat and watching as his Adamâs apple bobs-
âThen why donât you act like a good boy fâme, hm?â
Ino gulps. âY-yes, maâam.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - #PUSSYPOWER!
Hybrid type: Panthera uncia
Two words: Snow Leopard.
If there ever were a breed of cat hybrids that drew more attention than a Snow Leopard, then Gojo Satoru would find them and throttle them himself.Â
KiddingâŚof course.
But thatâs to be said: there were reasons that he was the most talked-about man on campus, among both humans and hybrids alike. He was the frat president of Curses Epsilon, he was tall (6â4 on a bad day, according to the man himself), he was beefy, he was accomplished in a plethora of sports and physics academics of which medals and certificates lined his fraternity bedroom. Did he mention he was president of Curses Epsilon?Â
Even those dog hybrids that seemed to have a perpetual grudge against the feline type had to admit that there was something eye-catching about him.Â
Blue hair. Impish smile. White hairâthe sole reason that white hair started trending- and even those proud grey wolf hybrids started dying their hair to match him.
At least according to him, thatâs the reason.Â
All in all, the point was that when Gojo Satoru had asked you out - after an entire semester of crushing on you during Professor Yagaâs lectures, sitting in the row behind you - you said no. And heâd damn-near had a heart attackâso did just about everyone in the vicinity that heard you. You just rejected Gojo Satoru himself.Â
Were pigs about to fly?! They shifted awkwardly in the distance.
And looking at the crestfallen expression on his face, you couldnât help but explainâŚyouâd never dated a cat hybrid before. You didnât know if youâd mesh well.
But heâd promised.
Heâd promised that itâd be no different. Whatever other hybrids youâd dated in the past - whatever snakes and eughâŚdog hybrids - heâd be even better than them.
Heâd treat you so much better. Heâd fuck you so much bettâ
Youâd slapped a hand over his mouth and stopped him right then nâ there. And sweeping a look at the people around you two - you find that they were pretending to be far more interested in the surrounding flooring or their textbooks in order to overhear your conversation - you promised that youâd go out with him. Just one date, youâd said.
Glee shone in his eyesâso bright that you almost had to look away.
That one date at some rundown campus coffee shop had turned into two. Two dates had turned into three. Three dates had turned into four-
Then lo and behold, you found yourself dating the most talked-about man on campus. Which seemed like a null title considering it was university, but then again this was Gojo Satoru.
And a relationship with him had been just as electric as you expected.
Especially when it was around a month in- and Gojo had come to your apartment after a four-hour long lecture. Ready to rant about his day. Ready to fall into your bed and sleep Gakuganjiâs no-good assignments off.Â
But a single step inside andâŚand heâd raised his nose into the air.
Heâd taken a deep sniff.
Pupils becoming pinpoints. Fluffy tail swishing from side-to-side.
Beneath the usual lemon-scented spray that youâd use to clean your glasses, there was somethingâŚmore. SomethingâŚdifferent. It was something carnal and alluringâand it was coming from right between your legs as you walked out to greet him. Your pussy smelled strangely, irresistibly sweet to the hybrid.
Gojo Satoru looked at you and a jolt ran through your body at the expression on his face. Primal.Â
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âHeeeeere, kitty kitty~âÂ
You yelpâ
And before you know it, your hands are clawing at the twisted-up blankets as youâre dragged back. Fucking dragged back into the hybridâs mounted body, his hot breath plastering against the side of your neck- where youâd been bitten nâ marked raw. âWh-where do you think youâre going?â
Your jaw drops.
Gojoâs tone was hitched. Gojoâs tone was on the verge of ruins.
It was unsteady at the ends of his words- and there was a sort of crazed tinge to itâjust like the rest of his body, Gojoâs voice was trembling. Wound tight and on the verge of breaking. For the most uncountable time tonight, he shovels his ravaged cock between the cute crevice of your pussylips- and finds himself letting out an agonized whimper.Â
âFuh-fuck.â The frat president is letting out. Tail curling âround your right calf to prevent you from running any further, tears breaking out across his cheeks. That muscular body of his was often the target of both admiration and envy: broad shoulders, slutty waist. There was so much power held in it as one of the apex hybrids on campusâand yet, right now it was clamoring up onto yours and damn-near collapsing. âFuck- fuck- fuck.â
Every profanity was punctuated with a torturous drag of his cock inside you. Beneath him, youâre supported only with a single arm of his hooked underneath your stomach- getting thrown âround by the sheer force of his thrusts.
Itâs been like this for hours since heâd gotten back.
And by now, Gojo was completely and utterly overstimulated.Â
But there was no way he was stopping any time soon. Not when you wereâŚ
âIn heat.â
âSatoru, I told you Iâm humanâoh.â The way his round, ruby-red tip was entering your wallsâŚthere was just no way to describe it. There was nothing to compare to how heâd thrust apart your gluey channel and poke that one spot he knew you loved so much. And with a wretched mewl, youâre bucking back into his body. âH-humans donât have heats, silly.â
His sharpened canines drag across the expanse of shoulder once he dips his head, cat-like ears twitching. âThen whatâs that sweetness I smell?â
As if to emphasize his point, Gojo takes a looooong heave.
Nostrils flaring. Eyes growing wilder the more heâs taking in the saturated air- to him, it was an addicting combination of sex, sweat, and something sweet.
Something he couldnât describe.
Something that befogged his mind and made his eyes roll to the back of his head. A carnal shiver wracks through him.
And itâs not long before his bludgeoning tip empties out a few more ribbons of precum- itâs enough to make warmth seep into your belly. Arousal pangs through your body, and itâs just then that Gojo lurches his head up and looks at you with primal eyes. âSee- there. There.â Yet another ravenous push to the back of your pussy. His ears listen for the sloppy songs your pussy was givinâ off. âYour heat just got stronger. Do that again, sweetheartâIâm begging you, do that again for your Toru.â
âI-I donât even know what you mean- fuck, that feels good.â You yelp.
âDo it againâdo I have to get on my kneesâŚ?â And after a few more thrusts, heâs emanating out a low chuckle - he really is Gojo, after all. âWell, I guess I already am on my knees.â Knees that were currently being chafed with the constant back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
âYou need to shut up and- oh, believe me when I say I have no idea what youâre talking about.â Though you certainly werenât complaining about the utterly feral way he was fucking you. âI think youâre just in rut- mmpf.â
Heâs plastering one of his sweaty palms over your mouth.Â
And then the two of you are falling backwards; Gojoâs sitting back on his haunches, upright, and taking you with him. He pounds away up into you as he remains seated kneelingâthe erect length of his cock splittinâ your pussy apart so deliciously.Â
Underneath his hand, your maw drops into a lecherous âohâ that makes Gojo remove his palm. And then he wastes no time spittinâ into it.
Watching as his gentle wad reaches deep into your gullet.Â
The snow leopard hybrid purrs as you babble in response- his deep vibrations thrumming through your body. With the accelerating pace of his hips, youâre merely growing even wetter - sloppily so - and Gojoâs practically drowning in his ecstasy as the scented air intensifies. As it takes over his entire bodyâpractically speaks to him at a lesser, more base level. âThese past few daysâŚoh, these past few days Iâve been sensing it building up.â
The past few days? âSh-shiiiiit.â Youâre keening as his clawed hand slides down to press on your stomach- where his thickened cock was spearheading constantly.
âIâve been smelling it on me- Iâve been jerking myself off to it thinking that it was one of your new perfumes.â And youâre unsure whether it was because of how pussydrunk he was, or purely because this was Gojo Satoru, but he doesnât show even the slightest speck of abashment when admitting this. âAnd come to think of itâŚitâs just your heat, my girl.â
Pushing down even harder- massaging where his bulbous tip edged along your g-spot.Â
âThis pussyâs just been yearning fâme - I can practically hear her yowling for my cock.â
âIâm c-closeââ You babble out.
Gojoâs large, fluffy tail wraps around your waist to hold you better to him.
âOh, what a coincidence. Thatâs what- hah, sheâs sayinâ too.â And with a few more vicious probes into your sweetest spots, youâre propelled into your high nâ Gojoâs fucking you through it maddeningly. He isnât thrown off by the way youâre splashinâ down his thick thighs.
Squirting.
In great, torrential waves of your orgasm.Â
Itâs coming out in a glittery sheen- down between your legs and plastering across his own skin. Those areas of slamminâ contact between your two bodies are even louder nowâplap-plap-plapping as Gojo fucks you through your high.Â
Every peak and stride. Eeeeveery single height of bliss that sends dopamine pouring into your veins. Somehow, heâs managing to maze his cock into eeeevery single sweet spot you loved- and thatâs elongating your orgasm until youâre in tears. âPlease- fuh-fuuuuck, just like that. Just like that, just like that- oh, nghââ
âMake a mess- make a fucking mess, sweetheart.â
âItâs too much- oh.â Back arching. Toes curling. Your heartbeat pounds in your eardrums- and youâre so far gone that you almost donât notice the way that Gojo himself is cumming.
Though if youâre soaking him, heâs cumming dry - the tip of his irritated shaft twitches like heâs pumping out wads of seed. But what really comes out isâŚnothing.
Though Gojo really does feel the waves of pleasure that overtake him, even though heâs cumming dry. Heâs clenching his pretty eyes shut, heâs letting his mouth quiver- just the cutest whimpers of your name escaping him as your boyfriend keeps ramminâ away his orgasm into you.
So overstimulated.
Gojo lovingly pats your quiverinâ pussy.
âAnd itâs all thanks to this- hah, heat here.â Gojo murmurs, his fuzzy hybrid tail briefly spankinâ down on your sopping slit before he moves it away. âManaged to make my girl squirt.â
âHeatâŚâ Your nose crinkles, âI really donât get why you think Iâve been in heat these past few- oh.â
Oh.
It hits you like a semi-truck.
âSatoru, did you mean my ovulation?â
The snow leopard hybrid considers this as he starts buckinâ into a whole new round.
âOvulationâŚâ Gojo whispers to himself- like a prayer. âOvulation and I are gonna be besties.â
⥠HIGURUMA HIROMI - Sssstudy time.
Hybrid type: Dendroaspis polylepis
You couldnât focus.
Maybe it was due to the column of assignments that youâd been (quite irresponsibly) been putting off; maybe it was due to the fact that your snake hybrid boyfriend was staying over and a bit too much of aâŚdistraction.Â
And the worst part was that he wasnât even doing anythingâHiguruma Hiromi sat quietly at the foot of your bed, leafing through the pages of a law textbook that youâre sure heâd already memorized from cover to cover. Unlike you, the law professor didnât need to rush through assignments - which meant he was particularly ruthless when handing them out.Â
A forbidden relationship.
A secret.
The hybrid professor was amongst the most ogled-at on campus.
And itâd taken an entire semester of your prettiest skirts and your flirtiest one-liners during tutoring lessons before Higuruma had finally gone against his personal code to ask you out.
But only after youâd moved on from his class.
And it seems that dating a law professor didnât give you an edge- but then again, you didnât start dating him for the edge at all.
Higuruma Hiromi was just too attractive. And smart. And gentlemanly. And hiding a sense of witty humor he rarely revealed to anyone but you.
And it was making you stray your eyes away from the utterly droll except on the rules of estate inheritance. But who could blame you? The man of thirty-two sat with his sternly handsome features pinched into something focused; sleeves of his button-up pushed to his elbows, slivers of his skin somewhat scaly, dark eyes examining the page in a way that made you squirmâŚ
Heâd never interrupt your studying. But then again he didnât have to try.
You sigh.
Law degrees were hard.
Higuruma doesnât look up from his textbook, âSssomething the matter, angel?â
âNothing.â You counter- before realizing that lying to the best lawyer in Tokyo probably wasnât the smartest idea. âItâs justâŚI canât seem to focus.â
âOh. Whyâs that?â He looks at you with his brows furrowed in concern.Â
Youâyou want to say. Itâs solely because of him that you couldnât focus.Â
Not when heâs sitting there so close, and so attractive, and so irresistible- honestly who in their right mind would be able to focus on land disputes and things when it comes to something like this? And though you donât verbalize your thoughts, youâre sure a part of it shows on your expression.
Because without another word, Higuruma sets his book down on the bedâleaning ever-so-slightly backwards and opening his thick thighs up invitingly. You donât have to wait for him to reach his arms out and beckon you forwards- youâre already getting up and gladly leaving your assignments behind. âCome here, sssugar. Let me teach you how to focus.â
In just about no time, your clothes are hitting the floor.
As they seem wont to do whenever youâre around himâŚ
But nonetheless, Higuruma soon as your legs positioned atop his bulky shoulders - slightly unsteady given the semi-scaled surface of his skin.Â
Back arched. Cunt dripping all over the freshly-washed sheets.
Higuruma meets the front of your cunt with his thickened tip, swipinâ it up and down the line of your folds. Dripping wetâyouâre letting out the most delicious wet noises once heâs teasing your entrance- just barely probing his swollen cockhead inside, then outâŚwatching as your hole seems to gape and clench around nothingâ
In. Then out.
In. Then out.Â
Before youâre growing far too impatient with his toying- and youâre bucking up deftly into him. âHiromi, just fuck me alreadyâŚâ
âJust fuck you already?â He tuts, though you could hear the faint amusement in his tone. And then the hybridâs swatting down two smooth slaps right between your pussylips- making your moans strangle in your throat. âHow impatient. It seems I have more to teach you about focus and patience than I thought.â
âFuck.â
And then heâs smiling down lovingly at you.
Perking his head up, Higuruma reaches up and grabs something off the headboard.Â
And whilst youâre concentrating on not ogling his forearm muscles too much, heâs producing that jet-black tie of his thatâd been thrown off in the hassle to strip yourselves of your clothes. As you watch him in slight confusion, Higuruma nods his head reassuringly down at you - and ties the silk fabric around your eyes.
A blindfold.
âEasy there.â He comforts in that warm baritone of his. You knew that heâd never do anything you didnât want to do; and seeing him break that cold facade for you was one of your favorite parts about this.
Higuruma was running his hands comfortingly down the sides of your body, he was making sure that blindfold wasnât too tightâhe was ultimately resting his slender fingers between your quivering thighs nâ rolling over your clit. âEeeeeasy, my girl. Now focus.â Youâre nodding before you even know what heâs about to say- and that makes him smile. âIâll be giving you one of my two cocks, and you have to guess which one it is, okay?â
Because there was another thing about snake hybrids: they had two cocks.
Long and rock-hard. Higurumaâs were blushed the prettiest rouge on his tips- stacked on one top of the other, they were both drivelling out ribbons of precum at the impatience to get inside you. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from the lesson he was drilling into you, but ohâŚ
âOh, f-fuuuuuck.â Soon enough - even though you canât see him - you can feel the rotund intrusion of one of his tips. Piercing between your swollen lips and pressing deeper inside.
Deeper and deeper.
It doesnât take long before Higurumaâs punctuating your goopy insides with thorough, passionate strokes. He just loved sweeping across every sweet spot inside you until it left you speechlessâlingerinâ that hot tip of his where your g-spot was, and then lingering on your cervix. Repeatedly, heâs hitting the thoughts out of your mind; thoughâŚthatâs not entirely what tonight was about, was it?Â
âNow nowâŚâ Youâre feeling two gentle slaps to the left side of your face. âDonât get too fucked stupid already, angel. Focus. Which one is this? Upper or lower?â
âWhat- oh, fuck.â Whatever response was on the tip of your tongue is fucked away- by the indulged stripes he was drawing at the back of your pussy. Watery saliva pools in your mouth as you feel the stretch of your wallsâalmost to their limits. âFuck, it feels so good, Hiro-â
Another slight spank. âIâm teaching you a lesson right now, angel. You refer to me as sssir-â
âSir-â
âNoâŚâ Squeezing at your clit with his other hand.
Startling you. Suddenly making you buck. It makes you bellow out without even tryingââI s-said it feels so good- ngh, sssir.â Slurring your words.
Though thatâs exactly what he wanted.
âGood.â And you could practically hear the smile in his words. Though Higuruma doesnât let up so easily- in fact, heâs doing the complete opposite. âThatâs how you need to focus.â
Another small slap to your cheeks, a little harder this time.
You keen.
âUpper or lower, sssugar?â He hisses.
Youâre gasping for air. âI-Iââ
And Higuruma being a snake hybrid meant that his mushroomy tip would be flared even larger than most hybrid species or even humans. It was the perfect shape: curved upwards, patterned with numerous veins and ridges. The area above his slit was the most delicious mechanism to drag across your inside and drive you absolutely wiiiiild.
And soon enough, youâre bucking up with a moan. âUpperâŚ.no, ngh! Lower?â Honestly, it was enough of a feat that you could speak with the way he was ruining your insides so well.
âWrong.â Higuruma responds simply.
And then youâre feeling him slap your sweaty cheeks- and then plant a harder one down on your incorrect pussy. Before the snake hybrid reels his pelvis backwardsâback and back, all the way backwards before his swollen tip is pulling out of your hole with an audible pop! And then funneling back in again.
âUpper or lower?â Higuruma asks once more.
By deduction through logic, youâre gasping- âLower-â
âWrong again.â
It was just so cute how your mouth drops at that very second - and the older man canât help but lean down and give that gaping maw of yours a lilâ slap, too. Just a little punishment.Â
Before heâs coursing in even harder strokesâmore merciless. He was molding your soft insides to the shape of him - both of him - and it made your toes curl just how mean he was being with your body right now. His heavy balls enunciating each thrust with a thwack-thwack-thwack!
How lecherous.
Higuruma alternates between his two lengths at a frenzied pace, dippinâ each one in and out. âUpper or lower?â
âUpp-â
Thwack!
âUpper or lower?â
âI donâtâŚngh.â Tears glisten in your eyes and even through the blindfold. âLowerââ
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!Â
Higuruma ultimately husks out in a lowered tone, âFocus.â Hips brushing yours so hard that it was starting to sting with unyielding contact. âGet this one wrong, angelâŚand youâre not cumming a sssingle time tonight.â
You whimper, âP-pleaseâŚâ
But thatâs not enough to make him take mercy on youâfor Higuruma pushes his rugged tip back out with a drawn-out wet sound. And then heâs making you guess once more-
âUpper or lower?â
Youâre furrowing your brows underneath the blindfold. Youâre squeezing your thighs even harder around his waist in an attempt to feel him better. Hell, youâre even arching your back off the dampened mattress and giving his pistoning cock a good, long squeeeezeâ
Scrambling whatever rationality was left within your brain to try and compare the feeling - the length, the upright curve, the thrumming veins - of this shaft relative to the other.
And the answer finally bestows upon you, âIs thisâŚyour upper?â
Then he hones out a thrust so loud it slams!
âCorrect.â
And for your prize, youâre getting the blindfold taken off youâand the first thing you see is Higurumaâs flushed, handsome face. The second thing you see is his sudden intrusion: hips drawing even closer to yours, he somehow manages to swipe nâ stuff both aching tips inside your hole.
âNow letâs see if you can focus with both.â
⥠IEIRI SHOKO - Cream XOXO
Hybrid type: Felis catus
âHmmmâŚâ Dr. Ieiri Shoko removes the ear tips of the stethoscope and lets the medical instrument hang from her neck. The clinicâs faux-leather chair squeaks as she sits back; hands crossing in front of her and pinning you down with her deep, intelligent eyes.
You squirm on the examination table.
Something knowing twinkles in her gaze.Â
Perhaps due to the fact that youâve been dropping by Shokoâs clinic every other day at this pointâas the newest-hired teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High, it was inevitable that youâd be seeing a few more injuries or a bit more cursed energy exhaustion than someone more experienced like Professor Yaga. But thisâŚthis was almost getting ridiculous.
And you knew it, after all.
You were the one going there on purpose.
The first time you saw Ieiri Shoko, it was in your first week as a teacher; youâd gotten cut whilst training one of the students. And though your reverse cursed technique was in perfect condition, it seems that the cursed nature of the weapon made it harder for you to counter the damage - and so youâd wound up in the infirmary after a nasty faint.Â
Waking up toâŚan angel.
Or so youâd thought.
Tired eyes. A mole at the corner of her eye.
A cigarette sticking out from the side of her mouth- were those even allowed on campus? And sleek, brown cat ears sticking out from her head.
âThatâs one way to be introduced.â Sheâd droned out in her steady voice.
And after thatâŚday after day, your mind kept thinking back to the cat hybrid. Your mind kept conjuring up all sorts of excuses that might allow you to go down to the clinic after classesâ
It would be strange to just show up, right?!Â
Especially since you didnât know her that longâŚand thus came the excuses of a stomach ache, of a headache, of a cut that suspiciously vanished once you actually spoke to her. Mustâve been something jujutsu-related, right?
And she took it all in stride.
Which made you think that Shoko actually didnât mind your intrusions with some made-up disease and a homemade lunch for the two of you to split.Â
Thus, you were here today.
Squirming as you buttoned up your uniform - it was a potential heart murmur this timeâŚsometimes you had to get creative you suppose - and wondering how to ask the pretty doctor out for lunch. There was this cute new cafĂŠ that opened up down the street, and they were said to have pretty good beer that-
âI counted your heartbeat, yâknow.â Shoko says suddenly, drawing your attention. She looks at you with an unreadable gaze- though not unkind. âIt was 102 beats per minute.â
âO-ohâŚâ You wondered how you were going to explain that awayââIt mustâve been-â
âInnocent murmurs donât cause heart beats to raise- and in any case, you donât have one.â She crosses her arms and takes you in your half-dressed state; legs crossing, tail swishing. âYou donât have to make up excuses to see me, yâknow? You can just come by whenever you want.â
Damn those cat hybrids- they were always so alluring without even meaning to be.Â
Unsure what to say, youâre sure youâre sputtering out some pathetic amalgamation of excuses and assurances that youâll heed her advice next timeâheart racing, body heating up, your hands rushing up to button your blouse to regain some dignity, at leastâŚ
âDonât.âÂ
Only to be stopped by the woman of your dreams herself.
Shokoâs gaze was feline, âI like it like that.â
Less than five minutes later, she has you laid-out on the examination table once more. Hoverinâ in the space between your open legs as laps and laps your drippinâ wet pussy.Â
Her tongue was so looooong and flexibleâswirling a few times over your swollen clit before dipping in and out of your hole. So sloppily; sheâs making out with the tender edges of your pussy, lipstick smearing everywhere and anywhere she was reaching.Â
âO-ohhhâŚâ Your back arches against the cool surface of the examination table. Hands grasping bare air. âIt feels so good, Sho, keep going.â
And with something that sounds akin to a sensual chuckle- Shoko reaches out and intertwines her fingers with yours midair. Youâre just taking the time to admire the beauty in her fingersâso competent in what she does, and painted in a pale lavender. Everything about her was so prettyâŚ
And just as soon as you do - itâs as if sheâs reading your mind.
For one set of her fingers guide your own hands to hold onto her head- your hands smoothing down her long hair, scratching behind her twitching cat ears. And the other set of her fingers are stuffinâ your awaiting pussyâteasing apart your elastic entrance and running her smooth fingertips along her walls. âStay still now, kitty.â
âH-howâ?â That was practically impossible when two of her slender digits were rovering inside. So smooth. So steady. She was easing in your first ring of muscle before mazing in deeeeep. âN-not when it feels this good, ngh.â
âI said stay.â She commands, in a slightly more serious tone. Pulling out and slapping your clit in punishment.
And though youâre whimpering in defiance, you follow her words.
Seeing as youâre listening to her, vibrations start running from your core- it takes you a second to realize that Shoko was purring. Mouth curved. Eyes half-lidded - like the cat that got the cream. As a little apology for the spank from earlier, the cat hybrid leans down and gives an open-mouthed kiss onto your clit.Â
âGood girl.â She hums. âPatients should stay still until theyâre feeling better.â
You sputter, âB-but you said I donât have a-â
âYou donât.â Shoko affirms. She nods a little bit, and that ends up pressing the tip of her nose against your clit- so sensitive that youâre bucking up into her instantly.
Just as quickly, youâre feeling her cold fingertips pang down once more.
âNow what did I say?â Tutting. Shoko might have been the most laid-back doctor youâve been to in your entire lifeâbut now you see that all the normal sternness went to her in bed. It went into the way sheâs spankinâ your pussy three more times - thwack-thwack-thwack - once youâre not replying fast enough for her.
And youâre just barely hanging on- just barely able to babble out. âY-you said to stay still- ngh, fuck.âÂ
âHm, Iâd call you a good girl for thatââ Smile plastered against your sopping wet lips. â-but we both know thatâs not true.â
And then sheâs roving her digits into sweet spots you hadnât even known existed- the doctor knew exactly where to hit. In but a mere few strokes, sheâd mapped out your cunt as if sheâs been eating you out for yeeeeearsâand then attaching herself to your clit and hollowing her cheeks sucking as though she hasnât had a single proper meal in years.
The stimulation is so much- sheâs hooking two fingers into the area of your g-spot and youâre immediately bucking. Only to get Shokoâs glossy tail hooked around one of your ankles and ruthlessly plopping you back down-
You werenât moving a single inch when she was having her lunch break.
âMight just be the worst patient Iâve ever had-â Catching your eye, she reassures with a slick-glistening smile. âDonât worry, youâre the only patient Iâve given special treatment to like this.â
âTh-thank goodness.â
Yet another spank. âBut that doesnât mean you arenât the worst. Stay fuckinâ still.â
With a whimper, youâre just taking it.
Every push, every throb, every plunge of her expert hands. But you think her favorite part might be how she kept rollinâ her tongue over your plump, puckered clit - pushing aside your bloated folds and just nagging at it as if it was the sweetest candy.
Shoko kept her lips glued to your pussy, and was tugging and draaaaagging your clit with her teethâuntil you were basically numb with pleasure. Sheâs barely coming up for air.
And once that starstruck expression crosses your face, sheâs gurgling out a few giggles. âAtta girl.â A single spank- just to keep you on the edge. âActing good for me now? Maybe youâre all cured.â
âM-maybeâŚâ You still didnât even know what she was diagnosing you with-
âLying.â For a second there, you think that Shokoâs just read your mindâand then, belatedly, youâre realizing that youâd just blabbered those words out loud. So much lustful need coiled around your brain that you were just keening-
âI-I only lied to see you-â
Another spank. âAnd thatâs still lying, isnât it?â
âI guessâoh.â Another two spanks. Harder, this time.
âWasting a doctorâs time. Taking up precious resources.â In fact, the best part of her day was seeing your gorgeous face- but every stinging word only left you wetter. And mockingly, Shokoâs shaking her head in disapproval and lappinâ even more fervently at the sweetness of your pussy. That tongue of hersâŚit was indescribable. âI should be kicking you out of my clinic.â
âNo!â You gasp. âAnything but that-â
Yet another spank. Lingering, now.Â
âWhat was that?â
You sob, âI-Iâm not gonna lie again, Dr. Shoko.âÂ
âGood.â She grins, âNow for something to tamper that sexiness of yours.â
And as sheâs hiding her smile between your legs- youâre exploding straight into your high. Itâs like nothing youâve ever encountered beforeâlong and drawn-out, the peaks of your orgasm get even stronger every time she hits your favorite spot. Again and again.
Probe after probe.
Like the manicured tops of her fingertips were magnetized to your bundles of nerves.
Calculating between those peaks, she manages to increase the pressure on your pussy right when it hits the most. Dragging you back by her tail and purring as she nibbles on your clit.
âThatâs right.â She mutters. âCum all over the doctorâs face.â
Youâre fully wrung out by the time sheâs done with you- and Shokoâs ready to move away with a victorious smile. But before she can do so, you reach out and grab onto her white coatâ
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