Suguru loves two people more than anything - you, and Satoru Gojo.
You're his girlfriend, and Satoru is his best friend, but fuck if you and Gojo don't just constantly fight. Bickering like an old married couple, the more you stay over, the more you both argue, especially when you dipped into Satoru's Mochi stash.
Suguru thought he may just fucking lose it if the two of you don't start getting along, it's not like Satoru has ever asked him to leave you, no, it's more Satoru threatens to actually kill you. And your mean little ass gets off on it, giggling like a psycho every time you get him madder.
"You're such a little brat," Satoru grumbles today, looking at the expensive ass shirt you have on. "That's mine!?"
"It looks good on me," you tease, tapping Suguru's chin and leaning up to kiss him, your thighs and half your damn ass hanging out, making Satoru ache.
He can't stand you.
"You are trying to piss me off, Suguru tell her to fucking take it off," Suguru sighs then, tilting your chin up, smirking.
"Take it off, Princess."
"Thank you - ah!? Right here!?" You slip the shirt right off over your head, leaving you in just a pair of slutty lil boyshorts, smiling at Satoru as you toss it. "You're..."
"There, you have your shirt back," you sigh as Suguru cups your pretty tits in his hands, tugging your bqack against him, Satoru's cheeks flush a bright pink as his gaze trails to where he's gripping. "Is that better, Toru?"
"Don't call me that..." He's throbbing, leaking pre against his boxers, shirt crumpling up in his hand. "I can't stand you."
"I know," you moan when Suguru kisses down the side of your neck, peeking over at Gojo. "Sugu..."
"Why don't you two try to get along?" He says, like he always does, but this time - it's just a little different.
"I'll never get along with your menace of a fucking girlfriend," Satoru crosses his arms, looking away, when Suguru's next words fuck him up.
"Why don't you let her make it up to you? You can, right Princess?" You gasp, looking back at him now, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. "Why don't you use that perfect mouth, he clearly is tense."
Satoru says nothing - utterly dumbfounded as you, when you look into Gojo's dazed, lidded eyes. "He wouldn't want that."
"Yeah I wouldn't... um..." Suguru chuckles against your neck.
"I want you both to get along, but if you don't want her mouth on your cock, then-"
"Wait, wait!?"
He's damn near flapping his arms, Suguru hardly holds in his laughter, raising a brow.
"I mean... we could if... I..."
Somehow Satoru ends up in his bed with you bent over, tongue lapping along the underside of his cock, trailing a vein as Suguru sits in the chair, palming his already hard cock. Satoru's eyes betray everything he says out loud, blue eyes darting to your face, brushing your hair back as he watches your tongue swirl right along his tip.
Fuck you're pretty.
He almost babbles it when your tongue scoops out some of that leaking white, eyes glaring right at him, even as you nip his tip with your teeth, making him yank your hair hard.
"Fuckin' brat," he grumbles, you're laughing softly, kissing it instead, he could almost bust from that, hands trembling. "Don't let her bite me, Suguru, fuck."
"Princess," you are so wet Suguru can see it, dripping from your puffy lips. "Show him how good you can be."
"Yes, daddy," Satoru rolls his eyes at that, scoffing - not like he'd ever want you to call him that!?
Right?
No way.
You start really sucking him, slurping him all up, letting him fuck up into your throat with messy, filthy lil strokes, the sounds of you choking on him just urging him more, all while Suguru strokes his own cock. The sight of you swallowing his friend had him pulsing, his veins pressed up, so hard it hurts.
"F-fuck... you're so pretty like - I mean!? You're okay at - ah! It..." Suguru snorts, leaning back further as Satoru's half ass praise has your pussy dripping down his sheets.
"She loves praise, keep goin' hmm?" Satoru lets out a shaky breath, hand gripping your hair at the base of your neck, his other slipping across your bare shoulder, sliding down the side of your neck.
"Doin' such a good job, shit..." He whispers, feeling your moan vibrate around his length, tightening right up. "Feels s'good and... there, fuck you're..."
He's whimpering.
Satoru hates you more for whatever it is you're doing to his cock, sucking him so hard he almost busts, tugging you up instead. You press him back when he tries to flip you over, straddling him with your hands on his chest, leaning low, seeing his snowy lashes all lowered, he's so goddamn needy right now, feeling your slick along him.
"Open, Toru," you tease, he glares, but does just that - opening so you can spit a trail of saliva right in his mouth, landing on his tongue.
Satoru may be in love with his best friend's psychotic girlfriend.
"Good boy," you feel his cock twitch, leaning down and sliding it, letting Suguru watch the sight of his best friend's cock slipping into his girlfriend's pretty cunt.
"Fuck..." That's Satoru and Suguru, when you slam right down on it, making him cry out as he swallows your spit down his throat, his hands right on your waist, your cunt is so fucking tight wrapping him, tip already snug on that puffy cervix.
He could cum if you move.
He pins you down, leaning up and kissing up your chest, teeth nipping your skin, your nails dig into his shoulders, body trembling as you try to take control, but he's wrapping your waist, pinning you down.
"Let me move," you cry out when he uses his muscles to hold you there, pulsing right in your cervix, peeking at Suguru, seeing how thick his cock is right now, making you even wetter. "Don't you wanna come here, Sugu?"
"I wanna watch you two make up," his lips twitch as he sees the filthy sight of your slick dripping down his best friend's balls. "Let me see you make her cum, Satoru - or you won't get to fuck her again."
This could happen again!?
Satoru almost panics at how fucking excited he is, holding it in and leaning back, raising you up and down by the fat of your ass, landing in a filthy, wet smack, your whines escaping your throat as you cling to his chest. "I'll make her cum, Suguru."
Satoru does make you cum, fucking you from one orgasm into another, flipping you over and arching your back, yanking both your arms behind you as he pins your wrists right behind your back, leaving you momentarily under his control, though he knows your crazy ass will have him whining out again.
"Grippy socks, grippy pussy," you gasp, opening your mouth to yell at him just to get your cunt pounded, dizzy from how mean his fat cock is bullying your tacky little walls. "It's true."
"You dick, w-was a few days there," he slams deep, making you arch more. "Sugu, tell him to be nice."
"I love her grippy socks," Suguru's words have you both laughing softly, as Suguru's stroking his cock faster, Satoru pounding you into that mattress like he indeed could fuck every frustration out on your cunt. "Play with her clit, Satoru."
Satoru releases your wrists and leans over you with a hand braced on the bed, his hand reaching around to rub circles on your neglected little clit, the first time he's even touched your cunt. You were so damn wet from sucking him and having Suguru watch, he hadn't had to get you ready.
"Slutty lil brat," he murmurs in your ear, as your head falls back, and he's running meaner circles. "Gonna cum for your boyfriend, gonna have me pump you full and him eat it out of you?"
"Y-you're the slut," you bite out, right before you shatter around him, cunt just clamping right down, as that orgasm fucking wrecks you.
"Fuck, she's squeezing me so tight," Satoru groans, his rhythm faltering for a moment, about to bust right with you with how you're milking his cock. "You like that, don't you? Cummin' on my cock while your boyfriend watches?"
Your only response is a series of incoherent whimpers, ones you'll regret later when this little menace makes fun of you, but you're too fucked out to care.
If this was hate sex, you were here for it.
"Too much, sh-shit," you mumble as he continues toying with your clit, pinching it between two fingers. "Sensitive!"
"Awww, are you crying?" He's chuckling at your tears, when Suguru clicks his tongue.
"Satoru..."
"Sorry, fuck," Suguru's strokes become faster right along with Satoru's thrusts in your loud, messy hole, eyeing the way Satoru's glistening cock disappears into your swollen folds easier and easier, the way your back arches for more, until you're both babbling.
"F-fuck..." Suguru busts his hot, sticky load into his own hand, thick ropes of his release coating his fingers and palm as Satoru cums right with him, filling up your pussy and whimpering your name over and over.
It shows everything he thought.
Satoru didn't hate you, he just really wanted to fuck you.
"God, f-fuck you're so... felt so perfect and..." He's crying out as you laugh, making Satoru glare again. "Psychotic, I swear..."
"You love psychotic pussy," you giggle as he pulls out, and Suguru walks over, tilting your chin up, swiping drool off the corner of your lip. "Hi, Sugu."
"Hi baby," Satoru's gripping your waist, pulling out with a filthy pop, as you eagerly suck the mess Suguru made of his hands off his fingers, and Satoru watches the mess your cunt is, gooey white just drippin' right out and down on his own bed.
"Wasting all this? Tsk," he gathers it and slips it back in your cunt, making you lashes flutter closed as Suguru's fingers slide in your throat, choking you, letting you lap the salty white release off.
"Will you two get along now?" Suguru asks quietly. "Or do I need to fuck Satoru's cum in your cunt, and fill you with mine? Make him eat both loads out?"
"I like that idea," you giggle, expecting an argument, but Satoru likes that idea even more than you do.
Suguru is a master at getting people to make up <3
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this was an idea in my comments for cuck sugu (@vamqyx) hehe, this rly is filthyyy help
His breath comes out in a shaky exhale against the apple of your cheek, head swirling with the overwhelming sensation of being buried deep inside of your tight heat, the feeling of your walls fluttering and clenching around him. One strong, soldier's hand holds the curve of your hip while he waits for you to adjust, cradling and careful, while the other tenderly brushes your hair behind your ear.
"I've got you, sweetheart, just relax for me," he murmurs, softly, breathlessly, peppering kisses along the expanse of your collarbone, between your breasts, worshipfully. You feel your brain's gone all hazy, filled to the brim by Reiner's size, his sweet whispers stoking the fervid flame building in your gut, pulling a soft whimper from your lips, despite the lack of urgency on his end. You run your hands up the wide breadth of his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath your fingertips, and the heat in your gut swelters a little.
"Reiner..." you breathe, as he slowly draws his hips back, a filthy squelch sound accompanying the action, drawing a low groan from deep within his chest, that you feel against the backs of your thighs.
"I know, angel," he coos, gently grasping one of your hands and bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as he pushes back in, relishing in the sweet, pleased sigh it elicits from you. His eyes watch you with a certain intensity, observing the way your gorgeous body arches into him, the bubblegum flush of your cheeks. He brushes a hand down the curve of your waist, then up again, the calluses in his palms from years of warfare brushing along your smooth skin, "So beautiful. God, I'm lucky."
He says it with that lovesick, silly smile, the one that makes your heart feel fuzzy, your legs feel weak. He's so gentle with you, like he's handling an angel, even while he's splitting you apart with his dick. You lose yourself in the carnal entanglement of your bodies so easily, tangling your fingers in his short, slightly shaggy blonde hair, feeling his stubble brush against your neck as he kisses your jaw, and then your cheek, as he slowly begins to build pace.
"Oh, fuck, Reiner," you gasp out. His lips meet yours, in a slow, deep, and romantic kiss, and the present fades between your bodies like some insignificant thing, the only thing that exists is this sweet, heated moment, and the intense, white-hot pleasure blistering in your gut, with each thrust of his hips. An erotic, nearly pornographic, wet sound accompanies each languid thrust, and you might have the mind to be embarrassed if you had much of a mind at all right now.
Breathy little whines slip from your lips, the sensual roll of his hips, not too fast, not too slow, like he's reveling in this moment, drives you crazy. His mouth returns to your breasts, swirling his tongue around one pebbled nipple while his hand slips down to your ass, guiding your hips against his, burying himself nearly to your cervix. He pins your palm to the mattress, and you clutch tightly like he's your anchor.
"Feel so good, honey," he rasps, hot, against your breast, using the leverage where he's pinned your hand to thrust harder, right up into that sweet, spongey spot, and your eyes roll back, "You like that?"
You nod, dumbly. His pelvis grinds against your clit, and you buck your hips helplessly, waves of pleasure gliding through your body, hysterical light creeping in on you. His thrusts grow more targeted, faster, as his own climax starts to build, moaning lowly, watching hypnotically as his length disappears into your warm, greedy cunt, again and again.
"Fuck," he pants, sweat beading on his forehead, "Take it so well, honey. Love you so much."
His fingers finds the swollen bud of your clit, toying with it gently, watching the way your hips twitch involuntarily, bucking up into him again, that pleasure building tight in your gut. Every thrust feels like a hit of euphoria, tears prick at the corners of your eyes, a deep satiated warmth filling up your chest.
"So good to me, angel," he coos, as his hips piston in and out of your pussy rapidly, feeling your walls start to flutter and tighten, your hips start to seize, your calf lock, from where it's laden against his back, "Don't deserve you. No one deserves you," he babbles, turning his head and kissing your knee, hitting that spot over and over again, the bed squeaking and creaking, protesting the intensity he's fucking you with.
You let out a strangled whine of his name, your cunt gushing all over his dick. He curses under his breath, diving down for a heated, hungry kiss that your addled mind can hardly keep up with, a mantric loop of his name playing through your head, your eyes blurry with tears.
"Reiner," you whimper, looking up at his handsome, adoring face, reaching to cup your cheek and tenderly wipe a tear.
"I've got you honey, I've got you, just a little more," he grunts, his thrusts sloppy and quick, as he spills thick spurts of cum deep inside of you, filling you up, "Shit, so perfect."
birthday preparations with bf!reiner braun 18+ MDNI!!!
“reiner…rei, baby— oh, fuck—” your nails dig into the flexed swells of his shoulders, legs locked tight around his waist as he pounds into you with heavy, deep thrusts.
“i’ve - aah - i’ve got you, fuuuuck i’ve got you,” he groans, forehead pressed against yours, beads of sweat mixing together. you wouldn’t know where one begins and the other ends.
since it was your boyfriend’s birthday, of course, he was getting only the best treatment from you. from head breakfast in bed, to a relaxing morning bath, which led you to the current predicament you’re currently in.
because how could you deny him when he hugged you so tenderly in the tub, littering kisses over your shoulders saying how grateful he was to have you in his life, while his cock was growing rock hard once again right under your ass?
and how could you deny him when you got out of the bathtub and he got on his knees to dry your legs, then started kissing your pussymound and nestle his nose right against your hooded clit, begging to taste you?
now he’s ramming through your walls, drooling tip hitting shy of your cervix each time, a hand on the back of your head to hold you close, the other splayed over your back to keep you arched against him, tits squished to his broad chest.
if only he could, he would’ve had you like this all day. but his friends were throwing him a party, so he eventually would’ve had to let you go, and pray he was going to survive the night without being buried inside you. speaking of the devil—
“oh, you can’t be serious—”
“you should probably answer, baby,” you giggle softly when his phone starts to aggressively vibrate. “do i have to?” he lifts his head just enough to look you in the eyes for a beat, then his shoulders slump, and he gets out of bed, cursing under his breath when he stumbles over the blanket that got kicked to the floor during your activities.
“hello?” he manages to pick up the call right before the last ring. “hi, reiner…” you hear bertholdt’s crackly voice from the other end when he puts him on speaker. “uhm, they told me to call you, not sure why—”
“fuck you mean not sure why!?” colt’s more explosive tone pips in the background. “ask what time they’re coming!”
reiner’s golden eyes send you a look between aggravation and defeat, the knit of his brows smoothing over when he sees you giggling so cutely, grinning at his misery.
“right, yeah,” bertholdt speaks up again. “what time are you guys coming? i know it’s still early, we’re just putting stuff up in the house.”
“who’s we, dude, you haven’t done shit,” porco barks, his voice slightly more distant.
“around late afternoon?” reiner says. “we’re gonna have lunch, get ready and we gotta go see my family before we get there. won’t take too long, hopefully.”
he looks away for only a moment, and when his eyes lay on you again, he almost chokes on his spit. you’ve made yourself comfortable on the pillows, legs falling open as one of your hands start to lazily play with a nipple, getting it all pebbled up and flushed nicely.
your other hand rests on your inner thigh, fingers grazing the skin just shy of where he left you completely empty, glossy sheen around your hole blinking back at him.
“cool,” bertholdt hums. “okay cool— uhm, are you okay, reiner?”
“peachy,” reiner replies fast, too fast, white-knuckled fingers holding onto the edge of the dresser for dear life. “need anything else?” he asks with urgency, silently begging you for mercy when you scoop up some of your slick with your digits to draw slow, languid circles around your clit. you only smile at him.
“i think—”
“ask if he can stop to pick up the kegs!” this time it’s pieck speaking, softly, like she was standing right next to bertholdt with a reassuring hand on his arm. “ah, yeah…uhm, you heard her.”
“i did,” reiner huffs. “just text me the address, we’ve got it covered. anything else?” he hopes they’ll say no.
“that’s all,” pieck chirps. “have fun, see you later!”
“later,” he hangs up before he’s even done speaking, then turns to look at you. you bite down onto your bottom lip, fingers spreading your puffy folds as you hold eye contact with him. reiner was hard for the whole call, cock twitching as it hung heavy over its own heft.
“sorry, baby,” you coo, voice breathy as you pinch your nipple. “i was already missing you so much.”
and he can’t think when you pout so cutely, pussy drooling and waiting for him. he stalks over to the bed, mattress springs whining over his weight when he climbs back up again. “don’t worry, baby,” he places both large palms over your inner thighs, a large wad of spit hitting your cunt with a loud pwah!
“gonna fill you up enough so you won’t forget me all night,” he murmurs, leaning down to give you a peck on the lips. “but oh, how am i supposed to ever leave our bedroom, hm? pretty pussy’s keeping me trapped here, we’re gonna be late.”
“mmh— oh!” your reply dies on your tongue when he slides back inside, girthy inches filling you up in one long thrust. “the birthday boy’s always allowed to be fashionably late. now finish what you’ve started.”
“yes ma’am.”
┊┊a/n. quick drabble for dada's bday i swear i haven't forgotten about him <3 damn i haven't written for aot in a MINUTE ++ ALSO HAPPY GF DAY TO ALL MY GFS (mutuals who i love very dearly)
a/n: i need to take a cold shower after writing this but happy birthday to my love
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August 1st. Your favorite day of the year. Why is it your favorite day of the year? Because, it’s your husband’s birthday. Growing up, he never celebrated his birthday; his mother Karina made it clear she didn’t really care to celebrate him.
“I remember celebrating my birthday for the first time when I got the Armored Titan. My mom never wanted to celebrate it before that; said I didn’t deserve that.” he said when you first started dating. You were absolutely appalled by the notion and vowed from then on to make every birthday special for him, and this year was going to be no exception. You told all the ambassadors that you were going to throw him a party the day after Reiner’s birthday because you wanted to keep it between the two of you this year.
Dinner, then some fun. That’s how you wanted to do it this year. You’d always been with the other ambassadors on his birthday, so you were taking the initiative to make this birthday special. Not to mention, it was also his first birthday since the two of you got married, so it was extra special. His favorite dinner: ribs, shrimp, asparagus and potatoes. You were also going to make him a cake, and surprise him later with a special plan of your own.
The moment he left the house for work this morning, you started cleaning the house, making sure it was spotless, even changing the sheets to the new set you had bought earlier that week. You had also started the ribs, just to make sure they’d be done by the time he gets home. You wanted the night to be perfect, just like he was, just like he deserves. Between cleaning and cooking, you had started to make a cake for him: a simple yellow cake with chocolate frosting. You take extra care to make extra frosting, wanting to use it for your little plan later tonight.
However, you wanted to act like it was a normal day. No happy birthday, hiding the cake away, just telling him you wanted to make his favorite meal since you thought he deserved a treat. Was it mean? Yes. Were you going to make up for it later? Absolutely. You hoped it wouldn’t hurt him too much, but you were sure he’d forgive you after what you planned on doing.
It was only a few hours later when he came home, calling out, “Angel! I’m home!”
“Hi, honey, how was work?” you ask casually as you stroll up to him. His face falls slightly as he looks around, not seeing any decorations or any of his friends around. He was used to you always doing something for his birthday. So to see you not have anything planned broke his heart a little. And being the dutiful wife you were, you immediately saw the drop of his smile, making your heart twang a bit. But it’s okay! It’ll be worth it. “I made your favorite dinner, I thought you deserved a special dinner,” you smile, taking his hand and leading him to the table. Thankfully, his face brightened up a bit, making your chest fill with warmth.
“Thank you, angel.” he beams, digging in as you sit down beside him and join him in eating, noticing how he keeps looking up at you, expecting you to tell him ‘happy birthday’. And even though it was almost physically hurting you to not say anything to the love of your life, you had to be strong; you could do it.
“I’ll clean up if you wanna shower,” you hum as you finish, standing up to collect your plate. Once again, he gives you a small confused look, his lips forming a small pout.
“Oh…um,” he clears his throat, standing up. “yeah, I’ll go shower. Thank you for dinner, honey.” he says quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. As he walks down the hall, you quickly clean the dishes and grab a bowl from the fridge, running to your bedroom.
Earlier that day, you took an everything shower: washing your hair, shaving your legs, taking care to look your best that day. And now that your husband was in the shower, your plan could be set in motion. You quickly undress and take the plastic wrap off the silver bowl, looking at the chocolate frosting. Looking at your new bedsheets, you think of all the laundry you’ll have to do tomorrow as you lay bare on the bed, waiting for the sound of the shower turning off. The moment you hear it, you take a scoop of it in your hand and spread it across your chest, wincing at the cold. Quickly licking the excess off your fingers, you sit up on your elbows, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom.
He walks out, towel hanging around his waist. As he looks up, you can see his watery eyes, and the moment his jaw drops. Coincidentally, his towel drops at the same time.
“Happy birthday, Reiner.” you whisper seductively. “Want your dessert?” You smirk as you watch his cock harden, rising slowly the longer he stares at you.
“Fuck…” he whimpers, dragging his feet on the floor as he makes his way over to you. “Angel…you…” he holds his hands out, as if unsure how or where to touch you.
“It’s all you, Reiner. Anything you want,” you nod in reassurance. He nods, slowly climbing over you. His tip is already flushed, pre-cum just beginning to spill out. The sight alone makes your pussy throb and ache, a familiar wetness starting to settle between your legs.
Reiner leans down, connecting his lips to yours. There’s still a bit of frosting in your mouth, and he lets out a small hum as he tastes it. “I thought you had forgotten,” he whispers, tugging on your bottom lip.
“Never,” you pant softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. “I just wanted to surprise you this year. Make your first birthday as husband and wife extra special.”
He lets out a groan at that, pressing kisses to your cheek and down your jawline. He looks over at the small bowl of frosting and smirks. “That for me, too?” your nod of affirmation makes him groan softly. “Well, looks like you’re not going anywhere until we have you all cleaned up, hm?” The tone in his voice was familiar, the same one he used the first time the two of you had sex together. The deep timbre alone made you let out a small whimper, your core clenching around nothing. He takes his time in making his way down your neck, sucking softly, then harshly, making sure to leave marks where he knows his friends will see them. As he gets to your chest, he bites his lip, looking at your deliciously pebbled nipples. Taking one into his mouth, he moans, gently thrusting against the bed as he swirls his tongue around your nipple, making sure to get every ounce of frosting on there.
You let out a loud moan, back arching off the bed. He was always so skilled with his mouth, and you know damn well this alone could make you cum, as it had before. “R-Reiner…fuck-hah!” your grip on his hair tightens as you feel him nipping and licking, his free hand coming up to roll your other nipple between his fingers.
“This frosting doesn’t taste as good as you do,” he murmurs, his eyes hungry as he looks up at you. “fuck…just looking at you so desperate for me…I could cum like this, sweetheart.” His efforts suddenly double as he switches over to your other breast, making you let out a cry of pleasure, your hips bucking in desperation to satisfy the growing ache between your legs. He lifts himself up, reaching over to grab some frosting, spreading it on your stomach. He sucks and licks, leaving even more marks than he did on your neck. Lifting his head, he holds his hand to your mouth. “Suck the frosting off. All of it.”
“Yes…anything…” you whine, taking his fingers into your mouth, tongue swirling around his digits.
“Hm…that’s a good girl. You’re so pretty like this, aren’t you?” he whispers, watching in satisfaction as you clean his fingers. He’s resisting every urge to rut against the mattress, wanting to save that for when he’s inside you. When you finally spit out his fingers, he inspects them, giving a hum of satisfaction. “Atta girl…had to make sure you’re clean.” He suddenly spreads your legs, his fingers covered in your saliva circling your pussy, making you let out a cry of agony, hips thrusting into his hand to find that sweet relief. “You want this? Want me to make you feel good?” he whispers, licking away the frosting he had spread on your stomach.
You nod, tears in your eyes as he hums, finally sliding a finger in. Every time, the stretch is incredible. You let out a sob, relieved to be feeling his fingers inside of you. “There’s my good girl…taking me so nicely, yeah? Want another?” he smirks, biting on the soft flesh of your stomach. As you nod, he moves his head, biting the inside of your thigh just as he slides another finger in, making you cry out.
“Reiner!” you moan, feeling every movement as he curls his fingers inside of you, the way the calluses on his hands scrape your warm gummy walls. His free hand moves up to your breast, once again rolling your nipple between his fingers. The double stimulation makes your stomach coil, and you let out a sob.
“Can’t have my pretty girl cryin’, huh? Need to make sure she feels good…” he moves back up to your chest, using his free hand to now hold himself up as he attaches his mouth to your breast again, making your eyes roll back. You’re grinding into him, your clit rubbing up against the palm of his hand as he continues. “You’re so needy, angel,” he teases against your breast, taking your nipple into his mouth and tugging gently. The coil in your stomach grows tighter and hotter with each movement, making you drool and sob in pleasure. “Does my girl need to cum? You wanna cum for me, baby?”
“Y-yes, wanna cum,” you slur, drunk on the feeling of his fingers and mouth.
“Then cum. Can you be a good girl and do that for me, baby?” You nod, knowing you’re on the edge. He continues to curl his fingers inside of you, and moments later, you’re letting out a sob of his name as your vision goes white, feeling yourself cum all over his hand. Reiner lets out a groan of satisfaction, watching you pant and writhe slightly as you come down from your high. “So good for me,” he smiles, slowly pulling his fingers out of your core, making you whine from the loss of his touch. Bringing his fingers up to his mouth, he licks your cum off of them, his cock twitching as he tastes you. He lets out a groan, closing his eyes as he savors your taste. When he opens his eyes and looks back at you, a newfound hunger in his eyes. “Fuck the frosting, you taste better than that ever could.” he sets the bowl of frosting on the nightstand, spreading your legs wider. “You ready, baby?”
“Yeah…yeah…Reiner?” you whimper softly.
“What is it, baby?” he asks.
“I love you. So much. I’m so glad we’re married.”
He smiles, lining the tip of his cock up with your opening. “I love you, too, Mrs. Braun.” And with that he pushes in, making the both of you let out a loud groan. “Feels s-so good…every time, baby. Fuck…I love you so much,” he whimpers as he bottoms out. Just like his fingers, the stretch of his cock will never fail to amaze you. He’s perfect for you in every way, just like he was made for you, and you for him. He pulls out halfway, then slams back in. “Sorry, baby.” he gasps. “Need to be a little rough tonight, I’m needing you real bad. Is that okay?”
You nod, and he smiles as he pulls out again, thrusting back into you. He lifts your legs and places them on his shoulders, wanting to get as deep as possible. “I need you. All of you. Need to be deep, feel every inch of this pretty pussy of yours,” he groans as he thrusts again. You let out a sob, the feeling of his cock so far inside you feeling so good, you swear you can see him bulging in your stomach. His tip nudges that perfect spot inside of you, making you thrust back into him.
“Right there?” he smirks, acting like he doesn't know what he’s doing. “You wanna know what my birthday wish is?” he groans, pressing a kiss to your knee. “I want you to scream for me, let the fucking neighbors hear. Let them know that you’re mine.” PLAP! “My wife.” PLAP!” “My everything.” His thrusts sleep up, the sound of skin on skin filling the room as your moans grow louder and louder. If his birthday wish was for you to be loud, then you’d fucking do it.
As he thrusts into you, you use all your focus to look up at him; the sweat dripping down his brow, the way he’s biting his lip, the way his eyes are fighting to stay focused on the way your boobs jiggle each time he thrusts into you. He’s just as overwhelmed as you are, the volume of his own moans starting to match yours. “F-fuck!” he gasps, a small whimper escaping his throat. “You’re so fucking perfect, need to fuck you like this every damn night!” That familiar coil in your abdomen starts growing tighter again, and all you can do is moan out mantras of his name, his pretty, gorgeous name; one you hope to moan and scream for eternity.
“Gonna cum inside you, pretty. This one’ll catch. Fuck, getting you pretty with my baby.” he cries out, sweat dripping down his face. “I’m so close, so close, princess. I-”
You nod, pulling him down into a bruising kiss; catching each other's moans as his tongue chases yours, his thrusts growing more and more erratic. His hand slides between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing those figure eights you love so much. The touch to your bud makes your back arch off the bed, allowing you to let out a cry of pleasure. “Rei-I’m gonna-” he nods, lifting your hips to get that deeper angle as you both feel your highs approaching. It doesn’t take many thrusts of that new angle for you to come undone, your pussy clenching and releasing around him as you hit your high with a loud scream of his name. He follows soon after, sobbing as he releases his load inside of you, slowly thrusting as he finally comes down.
He rests his forehead on yours, beads of sweat dripping from his face onto yours. The room is full of soft pants and groans as you look up into your husband’s amber eyes. “Was…was this okay?”
He nods, pressing his lips to yours again. “More than okay,” he murmurs against your lips. “Stay here. I’m gonna clean you up, yeah?” you nod and he pulls away, walking to the bathroom to get a rag. You can’t help but stare, even his ass is perfect, and the way you can see his cock hanging between his legs as he walks has your pussy clenching again. He’s back in only moments, spreading your legs again to clean you up. The warm rag feels so nice between your legs that you can’t help but let out a soft sigh of content. “Now go pee, then we’ll cuddle.”
“Yes, sir,” you hum, rolling off the bed to do as he says. When you come back, he’s under the covers, the bowl of frosting in his arms.
“Late night treat. Come share, baby.” he hums, pulling the covers back so you can get in. You spend the rest of the night cuddling and licking frosting off of each other’s fingers. “This was the best birthday I could ever ask for,” he smiles, licking your finger.
“I’ll figure out a way to do even better next year. Happy birthday, Reiner.” you smile. “I love you.”
leaving fwb, reiner braun, a whimpering mess ❤︎ mdni.
“spread your legs for me rei.. good boy.” you softly giggled, leaving a string of soft wet kisses on his jaw. slowly trailing down to his neck—where you could feel his pulse hammer frantically under your lips— before grazing his collarbone.
his entire frame shivered beneath your weight, a sweet torture of your strict command to keep his pretty hands to himself.
your manicured fingers traced the curve of his lower hips, which they jolted like they had a mind of their own. a careless whimper slipped past his lips to a simple touch in such an insignificant place on his body. curiosity bloomed onto your chest, wondering what other desperate sounds you can squeeze out of him.
“rei baby.. do you want to feel mommy’s wet cunt squeeze around your cock?” you murmured against his trembling lips, capturing his hazel eyed gaze onto your lips.
he nodded eagerly, so eagerly that you furrowed your brows, feigning displeasure. “use your words puppy.” you squeezed his hips that forced him to take a sharp, deep breath.
“y-yes.. i need your pussy mommy. pleas—please.” he stammered, his hands twitching against the sheets aching to press his hips into yours, to bury his cock into your delicious cervix.
you bit your lip, fighting back a grin. “dirty dirty boy..” you mocked him, tracing your hand onto his neck towards his jaw, your soft thumb tracing his cheeks as he groaned to the touch.
the sight of him so unhinged, needy for you, sent a liquid heat straight to your core. your cunt clenched around practically nothing before you lowered your hips— maintaining eye contact with reiner— barely brushing the tip of his hardened cock against your wet folds.
his fingernails bit hard into his palms, his head snapping back onto the headboard. “don’t tease me like this..” he let out a broken sob.
“crumbling so fast and i barely touched you..”
you wrapped your hand around his length, milking the precum and coating his cock him with his warm slick. his breath hitched, coming out in ragged gasps as he watched you roll your fingers around his cock.
you held his cock steady— while feeling your own pussy pulse in need— adjusting your hips and aligning them towards his cunt, and with your gaze locked onto his, you slid down onto his cock, watching his mouth part in silent awe.
“fuuuck..” he gasped, fluttering his eyes shut, the warmth of your cunt that squeezed around him. he filled you up inch by inch, in a way that made you feel so full that you could hold back a moan.
“filling up mommy so good, puppy.” you whispered, pressing your chest against his, his cock curved as you moved, he could feel a snug and warm pressure, warmer than the rest of your cunt.
a slight textural change, he gauged your reaction, watching you part your mouth as you moved in a rhythmically rotation. “you’re making me feel so good pup..” you shivered, your inner muscles fluttering around his cock, drawing a moan from his lips.
you lifted your hips before pressing it down on his pelvis, repeating the same motion slowly as his back arched off the pillows, muttering incoherent words while moans spilled out of his mouth in the quiet room.
“such pretty noises from my pretty boy..” you twisted your fingers onto the deep nape of his nordic hair.
the bed groaned beneath both of you, sweat dribbled down his hairline in arousal, feeling himself grow harder as he watched your cunt swallowing his side and reappearing once more, your chest moving with every movement.
“y-you’re so warm..” his voice quivered, gripping onto the pillows in ecstasy.
his hips jerked up, unable to hold back as you bite back a moan. suddenly, his hands clutched onto your waist to restrain himself from unraveling too fast. “s—so fucking needy..” you ridiculed him, purring as you brought up the pace.
his eyes rolled back, fluttering shut while his hips met you half way. his words stumbled out of his mouth in incessant whines while his nails dug into your hips.
the sounds of warm schlick and messy whimpers from your boy as you rode him, your clit bruised deliciously against his pubic bone every time you pressed downwards, your body begged you to go faster, harder.
you slammed down harder down onto his cock, his knees raising and toes curling as tears brimmed on the corner of his eyes. “i—i..” his words died down onto a breathless whimper.
“speak up puppy or mommy wont give you want you want..” you intentionally slowed down, causing tears to trickle down his flushed cheeks. “need to cum.. need to cum s’ bad!” he sobbed, moving his hips in desperation for a release.
“gooddd boyy..” you cooed, returning to a faster pace as he let out a sharp hiss, his breaths growing heavier whilst his cock twitched violently inside of you, it was almost too much to contain.
“i—mphmm.. cu—cuminng!!” he cried out
his back arched, teeth clamped over his lower lip and containing his muffled moans before his warm cum flooded inside of you, shooting upwards as it trickled down onto your walls, spilling down his cock. the rush of heat of his orgasm triggered your own breaking point, your legs trembling while you climaxed.
you slowed down the motion, exhales growing heavier from both ends as he slumped back into pillows, sniffling and wiping his teary eyes.
“fuck me..” he heaved weakly as you lifted your hips, the emptiness and your cunt squeezing around nothing was almost doleful.
“im s’ proud of you. took my pussy so well..” you whispered, pecking his lips as he cradled your face, mellowing towards your touch sluggishly.
he moaned against your lips before you pulled away, a string of salvia holding you close to each other, licking your bottom lip.
“you’re so whiny in bed..” you teased him as he looked away from you with a sheepish frown on his face that caused you to chuckle.
“don’t fret, puppy. i love it when you're all submissive to mommy.”
the strangled "fuck, i missed you" between desperate kisses and with their forehead pressed against yours as you watch together how every inch of them disappears inside of you
Satoru Gojo and Kakashi Hatake x OnlyFans!Reader
Summary-
You are one of the top creators on OnlyFans, and of course, you have special requests from your biggest fans. Men who will pay top dollar to fuck you- why not? Your top two clients, Gojo and Kakashi, are accidentally booked on the same day…and the same time. Was this a total disaster or a blessing in disguise? (Happy second Tumblr anniversary @madamechrissy, so grateful to be a part of this event!)
Your day started as normally as it could be for a woman like you, checking your dm’s and requests. One of your favorites, going by the username @ satorunotgojo, is such a cutie but very, very clingy. Always first to comment on your videos, sends the most money, and requests you say his name during livestreams as you cum. He’ll send you videos of him masturbating; his huge cock distracts you from his pathetic whimpers and cries in the background of the video.
Then you have your second-favorite client, going by the username @ only1eye. Such an odd name for a man with a huge cock. He’s the one you kind of look forward to seeing in a private chat. He mainly pays for private live streams, videos, photos, and anything with you and him alone; he’ll pay big bucks for it. He even sent you a custom dildo the size of his cock, and you were in awe when you revealed it in your unboxing video for him…then you cummed on it like eight times, but that’s a story for another time. Recently, you’ve listed a new premium option on your website for your VIP clients.
☆ One-on-One Sessions: Price Varies…
Of course, when you posted that link, thousands of men signed up, and it almost made your website crash. You were confirming so many hookups that you didn’t notice you had double-booked your two favorite clients for the same day…at the same time.
Satoru Gojo is a very attractive man, with absolutely no game at all. He’ll come up to you at a bar or club, and at first, you’re smitten by his appearance, but once he opens his mouth, it kinda gives, like when SpongeBob thought he was ugly in that one episode. The man’s pick-up game was awful. He was a little bit too direct.
He liked to have people believe he was this big shot red pill guy, but the entire time, he was so perverted and lonely. So when Satoru discovered your page, it was like finding a pot of gold. Finally, a woman whom he thought he could actually have. He was attached way too quickly and became parasocial. He literally set up autopay on OnlyFans and your private website so he can keep in contact with you. Not to mention, he masturbates to you when he wakes up, mid-day, and right before he goes to sleep.
In his mind, he tries to think you only have eyes for him by the way you send him sweet messages, pictures of clothes he requested, using toys he wanted, and always shouting him out on your videos. Deep down, he knows you’re just doing what you have to do for that bag, but he really thinks he’s your man sometimes. When you text him, you send him the same copy-and-paste you do to everyone else…and he eats it up.
“Hey, Baby, I miss you…can’t wait to see you in my next livestream! Xoxo”
Kakashi Hatake is a semi-closeted freak. He’ll hang out with his friends and give some vanilla sex advice, but when he fucks? He wants complete control over who he’s fucking. He loves being dominant; every woman he’s fucked has always called him, begging for more. One day, he accidentally discovered your page and, just like Satoru, was hooked instantly. He sends so much money that all the other men get a little nervous and wonder who the hell this guy is. Kakashi sends you lavish gifts as well.
You love the attention a little more from him than from Satoru, though. It’s like Kakashi knows how to make you fold instantly. Whenever you tell him no, or you don’t think you can do something, he always sends photos of the gifts and money he has for you, and of course you fold all the time because who wouldn’t want a new Chanel bag because you squirted for a man???
One day, you’re getting ready for your scheduled meet-up with Kakashi. He normally wants to meet up every two weeks, but he texted you a few days after his last meet-up, asking to meet again for another session, and he was willing to pay more. You smirk; he just can't get enough of you. When you booked him, you didn’t realize there was a glitch on the website, and you had already booked Satoru for the same day… and the same time.
Satoru was following the directions given in the email. Once he arrived at your apartment, he was geeked as hell. Finally able to fuck the woman of his dreams. Once he got to the elevator, another man showed up. White hair, shorter than him, they both got in, and Kakashi, who was closer to the keypad, asked Satoru what floor: “Third floor, please.” Satoru told him. Kakashi let out a small chuckle. “What a coincidence—looks like we're going to the same floor.” Satoru, not thinking anything of it, scratched the back of his head, laughing softly. Even as they got off and walked in the same direction—
It was just a coincidence, right?
Kakashi was a little confused as to why his doppelgänger was following him. Maybe he was going to the apartment next to yours; maybe he’s Kakashi’s long-lost brother who got stuck in a different universe. Kakashi didn’t expect anything from him.
What he absolutely did NOT expect was to not only arrive at the same apartment as Satoru–but also to share you with him. Satoru, on the other hand, was really confused and somewhat upset he didn't get you to himself—but he was also turned on at the thought of watching you get fucked by another man as he watched in person this time.
When they both stopped at the same door, neither man said a word, but they side-eyed the hell out of each other. Satoru slowly brought his hand up and knocked on your door. You rushed to open it, and when you did–your jaw dropped. “Uhhh” was all you could manage as both men stared at you, just as confused. Kakashi sighed, hanging his head in shame. Maybe he was being too lustful, asking for another meet-up while his Temu brother was scheduled to meet with you.
Satoru, on the other hand, was not so composed; with no self-awareness at all, he walked into your apartment. “So I'm guessing you didn't double-check when you talked with me—make sure I got you to myself,” he said, looking around.
Meanwhile, you’re apologizing over and over to both men as you scroll on your laptop to see that you did double-book them. “I am so sorry, guys, I-I honestly…don’t even know what to do now, I mean I would have no choice but to reschedule you both–” Your brain stops for a second…you don’t think with that instead; you’re listening to the brain that’s throbbing down there.
“Why not fuck them both???”
You shake your head at the thought. You’ve never had a threesome before, and you weren’t going to now!
“Why don’t you just fuck both of us?” Kakashi said so nonchalantly. Satoru’s eyes widened upon hearing this, ears red. Clearly you wouldn’t have agreed, right???
Two minutes later
Well, so much for your dignity, because you’re bent over your bed, holding onto your sheets for dear life as Kakashi is taking you from behind, his thrust set at a brutal pace as he fucks you, his meaty cock just terrorizing your poor walls. To your surprise, Satoru wasn’t upset. Instead, he was sitting in a chair—jerking off to you being fucked. It was discussed a while ago in one of your chats with him that he’d wanted to be in a cuck chair watching you, but you just thought he was joking…he was not joking.
Kakashi couldn’t help but smirk as he heard you moan. From the corner of his eye, he could see Satoru jerking off, and it looked like he was close already. “What a wimp,” he thought. His hands now tangled in your hair, pulling you up to his chest as his pace sped up, the way the tip of his cock kept pressing at your spot, you were seeing stars. You couldn’t even close your mouth; you were so fucking close to cumming. Small little whimpers and squeaks came from you. Kakashi eased you back onto the sheets, “Let my Temu twin see you fall apart, pretty girl…” Your eyes sprang open, and you couldn’t help but giggle mid moan.
Satoru’s eye twitched—Temu twin??! How dare this man who looks like he’s old enough to be his father say that? He marched right on over and shoved his cock in your mouth mid laugh. “Shut up! It’s not that fucking funny!” He said, holding the back of your head as your nose touched his pelvis. You gagged, spit forming as his cock reached the back of your throat. You were now holding onto his thighs for support while being pounded from behind. That made it worse; every thrust made you take Satoru’s cock even deeper. He was so geeked when he felt his cock peeking down your throat.
He smiled so sadistically, “Is that so funny? Being fucked like a whore by two men due to a lousy mistake, is that funny?” He said, pulling out until the tip, thrusting back in after letting you catch your breath for a second. You're completely helpless. Gojo’s angrily fucking your throat while Kakashi is menacingly fucking your pussy as he owns you.
Kakashi was having a time; he was enjoying whatever the hell was going on, watching you gag and choke on his Temu twin’s cock while he stuffs your pussy, your aching hole just like a waterfall, the way his cock glistens when he thrusts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer as you tighten around him. Hearing your skin slap against his, some of your release from however many orgasms you’ve had by now.
You could hardly focus…being used by both of your top clients at the same fucking time was so euphoric for you. You never gave it any thought, but they really do look alike. You closed your eyes as you felt another wave of an orgasm coming until, like machines—Satoru and Kakashi just stopped. They both pulled out of you, making you gasp. They looked at each other, and it was like they had the same brain and knew exactly what the other was thinking.
You curse yourself because why—just why would these men think it’d be a great idea for Satoru to get under you and Kakashi is still behind you—they both shove their big cocks in your pussy at the same time, causing you to yelp out in pain at first, but Satoru was rubbing your clit to stimulate you and to ease your pain.
Imagine two big ass bullet trains trying to fit into one tunnel…yeah that’s you. “It’s not going to fit—” you cry out as Kakashi’s hand lands on your ass. “Don’t be ridiculous now; we’ve seen you shove lots of things up there. Don't act brand new now, you slut.” He began to thrust; both you and Satoru moaned as Kakashi was also rubbing against his cock. Kakashi was relentless, not giving a fuck about anything anymore. His pace was relentless, his angry red tip punching your cervix at this point.
Satoru tried to be nice, like his cock wasn’t also shoved inside you; he kissed your collarbone, telling you to relax. He then rubbed your clit, pressing down on it slightly to hear you cry out. Both men toying with you, both men stretching you out, and both men you were definitely keeping as your top clients.
Satoru’s hands flew to your hips, gripping them with such force, his face so red he looked like a tomato. “C-Can you slow down, man? At this rate—ah!” He groaned and felt himself getting closer. Kakashi was still going crazy, but he too was close. Within seconds, both men let out low groans, and your walls were painted extra with their cum.
Kakashi was now hunched over you, breathing heavily. Satoru was out of it, and you were thinking only one thing—
It's hard to get time away from your kids - just you and Satoru alone together.
Very hard in fact - yet sometimes you can leave them just for a bit with their grandparents long enough for you and your husband Satoru to run to the store. Or run to grab food, do errands - that sort of thing.
However these little moments were precious- so precious in fact, that Satoru made sure to let you know how much he loved them.
Every thrust of his cock in your tight throat as you bent over while he was driving, every grip of his steering wheel with one hand, your hair with the other - the husky little moans
From his lips just urging you on.
Satoru made sure his pretty wife knew how good her mouth feels, fucking up into it with messy strokes, whining out your name as nine inches pummels your throat. Sliding past your uvula as he cries out your name on the way to the damn Home Depot.
Yes, thats your date in your thirties with three kids - home fucking depot. But God if you dont love it as much as you did in college with him, if you don't slurp that cock even messier.
"Sh-shit..." he whispers out, his tip so fucking sensitive when you swirl your tongue around it. "That's it, sucking me like you wanna milk me, huh? Slutty lil throat- ah! Perfect wife I...".
Satoru is loud.
Satoru babbles.
You fucking love that - how this man can't shut up when you swirl your tongue against his frenum, when your suction gets stronger, and your spit drools. When you can be as slutty as he wants when he pulls into the back of the parking lot, finally able to tug you up, spitting in your mouth and tasting his precum off your tongue.
"Fuck I love our dates," you giggle at that - you all are literally buying paint, but he already is tugging you against him, having you straddle him right in the minivan you take the kids to soccer in. "Wanna have another fuckin' baby, god look at you."
"Toru," you whine out when he shoves your shorts to the side, the stretchy comfy ones you wear out, fuck if he doesn't find those and your cute lil cotton panties as sexy as lingerie. He tugs them aside, eyeing your messy cunt as your nails press into his shoulders.
"Gonna ride me in the car like when we were in college, hmm? My pretty soccer mom is still slutty for me?"
"Soccer dad is slutty," you tease back, whining out when he spits right on his cock, sliding it right between your puffy lips. "Ah!"
"Need to be inside you. Fuck..." he lifts you by your hips, gliding that tip over and over, until you gush and squirt, making a mess of him. "Sweetheart... still so messy?"
Satoru slams you right down on his cock, buried to the fucking hilt - tip grinding your puffy cervix as you cry out. Still so goddamn tight, wrapping his cock just as good as you did ten years ago. Every time he fucks you he wonders just how lucky he got, with your spit getting fucked into your needy hole.
"Pretty girl," he whispers, feeling your cunt gripping him so goddamn good, glad his windows are tinted so he can fuck his pretty wife anywhere he can. "Milking me already? Ngh..."
Satoru makes sure you cum before him, thumbing your clit in pretty patterns as your ass hits the steering wheel, as your thighs press his hips and he uses you, lifting you up and down until he pumps you full. He stays in there too, fucking that milky cum deep, kissing you until the two of you are breathless, dripping, a mess.
"I love home depot," you say all sleepy and cute, Satoru laughs softly, kissing you.
Synopsis. Name: Fushiguro Toji.
Age: (Do not ask unless you wish to be kicked).
Type: Bos taurus—in other words…a bull hybrid.
Other notes: This particularly proud bull hybrid is already mated—with you! Is known to be a patient and attentive mate, despite his rough exterior. Although if Fushiguro Toji isn’t available when you go into heat, you know who to ask…your sweet farmer Shiu.
Got enough milk for two?
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader x Shiu Kong
Content. MDNI, fem!cow hybrid!reader, bull hybrid!Toji, farmer!Shiu, farm AU, hybrid AU, somewhat Iove triangIes, heats, ruts, matìng bonds, accidental heat-inducing, Toji turns that truck around, thrèesome, mmf, somewhat eiffeI tower, oraI (m + f), fìngering, spìtting, suffocating (he hopes to), chokìng, tongue f, brief breathpIay, Toji’s BIG, size differences, making it fit, pushing down on stomach, RULES, teasing, running from it, Toji’s mean, Shiu’s rather nice, MANHANDLlNG, fuII neIsons, Toji’s pìercings, taking turns, impromptu bIindfolds, guessing games, punishments, p talking, p sIapping, DP, big stretches, cervìx smooches, a bit fruity, Iactation, dùmbification, pùssydrunk Shiu, pheromones, creampíes, cúmpIay, KNOTS, implied marathons, implied brèeding, getting together, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 14.8k
A/N. I’M BAAAAAAAAAAAACK and in honor of my 21st birthday thought 2 + 1 = 3. How about a 3soooome?? A continuation of this fic by me but can be read aIone, previous fic inspired by this tiktok by the gorgeous @/v4mpyrf4e <33
“Y’know…” Toji’s chuckle comes out sharp—it hits the back of your neck in a steaming pant. And he doesn’t have to use entirely a lot of force to drag you backwards- just the simplest tug usin’ his headlock and you’re gasping down his length.
Just as you have been for hours now- for what feels like days.
The ground beneath you is dampened with sweat and spittle, those sun-cured hay cubes are a mess- your throat is run absolutely ragged. And yet Fushiguro Toji wasn’t one to slow down - especially not during his ruts.
The bull hybrid leans in—and you can feel the smoothness of his septum dragging down the side of your face. He’s wrapping his tail around your left thigh and hauling you to his hips. “-you’re never gonna find another mate like me, girl.”
And just as you’re opening your mouth to answer - to agree, to gasp, to sob - the doors of the barn house slam open.
And there stands your dear farmer, Shiu Kong.
Now, Shiu Kong must have known what he was walking into.
He must have-
Or at least one would think—hell, Shiu himself had assumed so and mentally prepared himself for about fifteen minutes outside the barn house before walking inside to tell the two of you to keep it down (those sensitive horse hybrids were complaining!) But he had never expected- fuck. This was all that damned Kusakabe’s fault.
It’d been about two months since Fushiguro Toji was added to his farmyard roster. Ever since his supposed ‘best friend’ had gone and dumped the proud bull hybrid on Shiu’s otherwise idyllic farm. It was meant to be temporary - just a few days watching over him until Kusakabe returned from a Hybrid Farms Convention in Tokyo. Meant to be…
But he was bigger than the rest. Broader. Gruffer. With pierced ears and the sleekest black coat on his lower half.
So Toji had drawn gazes - one of which being from you, his most prized cow hybrid, specifically.
And Shiu couldn’t have that.
Especially not given the fact that you were the sweetest, softest thing…oh, alright you were his favorite. A part of him almost expected that having a prime bull hybrid around so many unmated cow hybrids would be nothing but trouble. But he just didn’t expect Toji to go after his favorite- anyone but you.
Thus he’d spared no expense keeping the two of you apart.
Yet in the end it hadn’t mattered how many padlocks (twenty, at the last count) or planks that Shiu had fastened on Toji’s separate enclosure—because a padlock is only as good as it’s locked. And only three days into Toji’s stay, he’d forgotten to lock that damned thing before leaving the farm on an errand- was about halfway out of town by the time that he’d remembered.
And turned that truck around in the middle of the highway.
Of course, by the time that Shiu actually arrived at the farm and thrown those barn house doors open - much like he had done tonight - the two of you were already tangled up n’ mated. With you humming delightedly into Toji’s neck—bite marks down every inch of it. The creamy scent of pheromones wafting out of the barn house and saturating the farmyard air.
And Toji himself hadn’t spared you an ounce of mercy.
As teeth marks were indented all along your supple skin; especially ‘round each areola of yours which Toji pinched. Letting milk flood out of Shiu’s beloved cow hybrid. Looking straight at him.
Fuck.
Shiu remembers it as clear as day.
Did he mention that he was rock-fucking-hard then? He probably shouldn’t have mentioned that…
Because it only makes him think about how hard he was right now, too.
He was staring at a vision that was quite similar: Toji was ramming into you like there was no tomorrow- so fast that he’s only seeing the blur of his angry cock and the smack-smack-smacking of skin-on-skin. Except this time you were on all fours.
So Shiu was given the perfect view of your pretty tail swishing from side-to-side. Only growing more agitated as Toji grows faster.
The farmer watches as Toji’s hand wraps around your tail and drags you backwards- so disrespectful. A few more bite marks. A few more shakes of your pretty thighs - he gets the sense that you’d be collapsing onto the floor if Toji wasn’t helping hold you up. And once again Shiu’s struck by just how pliable you are underneath the other man.
“C’mon now-” Toji grunts. “Giddy up. Almost there.”
You’re shaking even harder. Your skin was glistening with sweat. Your eyes dazedly drift towards the other man - and he knows by that glint in your eyes- he knows it.
He knows that you’re about to cum.
And you’re throwing your head back with what he assumes to be a moan announcing your crescendo—“Shi- oh.”
Oh.
Were you about to…?
Oh fucking-
And Shiu considers himself an intellectual man - he really does. He’s usually quick with his quips and isn’t the most inerudite of the rowdy bunch down at the bars; but this…this leaves his brain blue-screening and his mouth hanging stupidly open. Almost in a mirror of yours.
He can only stand and watch - cock throbbing in his denim overalls - as you’re tremblin’ all between Toji’s harsh thrusts. The way he fucks you is rude—as if the sound of the other man’s name on your lips almost spurs him on further.
He had to remind you who your mate was, after all.
You’re growing limp once your wave of bliss is completely bated. And it’s with a deafening slurp! that Toji himself finishes.
Polishin’ off what Shiu assumes to be your sweetest inside with his long, clingy ropes of cum- so much so that he’s seeing a ring of white start to formulate around Toji’s length. Lucky fucker. Shiu’s mouth goes dry as Toji pins your hips to the hay-littered ground and fucks and fucks his cum into you ruthlessly.
After a few prolonged minutes, he finally sets your waist free and lets your body droop onto the floor completely.
And between pants, Toji manages to whisper- “What the fuck?” Though his keen senses had already picked up on the fact that the farmer had intruded on your little…rut session, it’s only now that Toji’s finally turning.
The veins on his neck popping and prominent. Eyes greener than the brightest field - narrowed. It was as if he was finally seeing the farmer as more than simple amusement or some guy to poke ‘round with his horns sometimes - a challenge.
Was it just Shiu or were Toji’s horns looking extra sharp tonight?
“And remember that.” Shiu speaks with courage that he did not have—to hell with not biting the hand that feeds. Shiu might’ve been the farmer but he was less than a pigsty in Toji’s eyes. Or so he felt. “Next time your pretty girl cums, she’ll be saying my name.”
Toji doesn’t even pull out of you before he snipes- “Next time you say shit like that, they’ll carry you out in a wheelbarrow.”
You, pointedly, kept your mouth shut to avoid saying anything more inflammatory.
And you best believe that he’s stepping back from those barn house doors as soon as he could - what was that he said about considering himself an intellectual man? He’s letting the doors slam behind him and waiting for a moment outside until he hears the two of you start it up again—those horse hybrids and their beauty sleep be damned.
With that said, Shiu takes a deep breath and heads back to his farmhouse.
The time was 12:28AM and he spends the next hour rubbin’ his cock raw to the memory of you almost moaning his name.
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“…What did you just say to me?” And something must’ve shown in Shiu’s tone, because his friend groans from the other end of the line—‘oh, c’mon man-’
And never in his life has he let out a louder sigh. Pointed, too.
Because here Shiu was carrying on his early morning duties - ensuring herd checks and watering some of the trees, just going into the barn house to do some milking - when he gets a phone call—and from who else? Kusakabe Atsuya himself.
Now, Shiu has long since gotten used to dreading Kusakabe’s phone calls. The man’s his best friend, but a phone call from him was never bound to end well - he’s the entire reason he has a massive bull hybrid mated with you in the first place. So needless to say it didn’t start off on the right foot. But then the words left his mouth—
“-Tokyo Hybrid Farm Convention-”
And Shiu almost ended the call then and there.
But Kusakabe must’ve had an inkling. Because he yelped out a few pleas- “Wait wait wait wait- please, I promise you’re going to want to hear this.”
And Shiu had no choice but to groan and comply. At least hear the man out. “Alright, but you better be quick. The cow hybrids need to be milked before noon.”
“Oh please- you and I both know that you’re just impatient to see your ‘pretty girl’, yeah?” Kusakabe hurries before his best friend loses his patience. “Anyways—hear me out- there’s a Hybrid Farm Convention in Tokyo-”
“I’m not-”
“And this time it’s for the hybrids.” Kusakabe cuts him off. Then basks in Shiu’s stunned silence for a few seconds, “And I know I ended up dumping Toji on you for a few days…and eventually…permanently, but let me make it up to you by getting him a new hoof-trimming chute. And maybe while I’m there I can even get him fitted for a new bull ring.”
Shiu rubs his chin in thoughtfulness. “I have been meaning to get him a larger one…”
“Then it’s settled.” Kusakabe says gleefully. “I’ll get you the ring and take Toji off your hands for a day.”
“Can’t it be a few days?” Shiu grumbles.
“No way, man. He’s all yours- consider me the babysitter.”
“Whatever- better than nothing.”
“So I’ll pick him up in an hour or two, yeah?” Kusakabe affirms, and from the other end of the line Shiu can hear some shuffling. A truck door slamming. “I’ll have him back to you around midnight.”
“Take your time.”
And with just a few more words shared, Shiu’s ending the call. He stands at the door to the barn house in a way far too reminiscent of the night before—and from here he can see you nuzzlin’ up to Toji for warmth as the early morning sunlight creeps into your hay-scattered abode. It really was a heartwarming sight, the two of you - if only Toji wasn’t glaring at him as if he wanted to trample over him.
However, this time, Shiu was the one with the upper hand. “Guess what, hotshot?” He goads at the bull hybrid, and it works to make his ol’ golden nose ring huff. “You’re going to be going on a little field trip today.”
Toji scoffs and rests his chin on your head.
“Oh no- I’m afraid this one’s going to be a bachelor’s trip.” The most wicked smile twitches at his lips. He watches Toji’s brows furrow and his front legs start to kick at the ground as if about to charge. “You’ll be going to the Hybrid Farm Convention in Tokyo with your old pal Kusakabe, isn’t that exciting?”
The look on Toji’s face was ‘most certainly not’.
“Then we can replace that old-fashioned ring of yours with a new one. Make that ugly mug a little more handsome, hm?”
“My ass is more handsome than you.”
“Real mature.” Shiu shakes his head as Toji flips him off and struts away outside—his midnight-black hair gleams under the morning sun, and the muscles of his upper half are almost Herculean. Shiu follows your gaze to the bull hybrid.
With a fond chuckle, the farmer then walks over to you and runs his fingers across your scalp. Reaching that one spot he knew you loved so much- scratching behind your hybrid ears. “I don’t know how you put up with him, pretty girlie.”
“He’s really not that bad once you get to know him.” You’re softly nuzzling into him.
Shiu shudders as he thinks back to last night. “Yeah, well I think I know him a little too- hey, are you feeling a little warm?”
“Hmmm?” Absent-mindedly you’re humming.
“I’m serious, girl.” Shiu’s brows furrow- and he’s taking his hand off of your scalp to feel the temperature on your forehead. “I think you’re a little warm.”
Eyes closed, you’re only pushing against him- yearning for his touch. And Shiu tries not to think about that too hard. “I was just in the sun, Shiu.”
“Yeah but…” Now that he thinks about it- you were particularly touchy today—almost needy. And he’s sure he wasn’t imagining the scent of soft sweet cream that lingered in the barn house today. Although that wouldn’t make sense - cow hybrids were prone to one heat cycle a month, for about a week give or take.
And you’d just finished your cycle two weeks ago…Shiu would know.
He hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep those past few days. And as if that wasn’t bad enough- immediately after your heat, Toji’s rut had started up.
The farmer turns his head and looks at the little homemade calendar hung up at the end of the barn. It contained all the dates of the hybrids’ heats and ruts and when he might expect them next—and not to brag, but it had a 97% accuracy rate. The 3% was when Toji wanted to piss him off and somehow manage to draw his rut out a little longer.
But according to that- you should be in the all-clear. He furrows his brows at the color-coded green zone. What can he say? Shiu Kong liked pretty things, okay?
Aforementioned Shiu Kong looks at you. “Maybe…hm, maybe it’s just a little fever, pretty girl. That brute must’ve worn you out.” You’re shyly bumping your shoulder into him, and he runs his hand across your body. “Now then I need you to get some rest, okay? Go sleep and I’ll bring over your breakfast- oh.” Just then, his hand dips up to the swell of your chest where your tits were. “And I’ll milk you tomorrow depending on how you’re feeling, does that sound good?”
Almost dazedly, you’re nodding with a smile. “Mmm s’good, Shiu.”
A thrill zips down his spine - he ignores it. “G-good. Go on now.” And right before he himself leaves the barn house, Shiu says. “And do try to convince Toji that it’d be good for him to get a new ring. The fool doesn’t realize the power he has in emptying Kusakabe’s pockets.”
Shiu gently closes the door to head back to his duties.
He flips Toji off behind his back.
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At 12:21PM on the dot (Kusakabe said he’d be here half an hour ago) his best friend’s truck is parked in his vast farmland. And Shiu helps Toji into a hybrid trailer—he could have just gone in the passenger-side seat, but Shiu didn’t trust Toji one bit to not just open the door and jump out. Perhaps even outrun that truck at the first instance of missing you.
Honestly, he might just do the same with the trailer too…
But Shiu doesn’t tell Kusakabe this - instead he’s letting the man load his prized bull hybrid. And then clapping him on the shoulder, “Alright- he’s your problem now.”
“Just for today.” Kusakabe rolls his eyes. “A day longer and he might just drive the truck himself getting back to his mate.”
He whispers, “…I wouldn’t count on him not to do that today, either.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” Shiu amends. Looking at the huffing n’ puffing Toji inside the trailer, arms crossed. “Just that he’s a romantic.”
“That he is.” Kusakabe tips his hat and waves himself off. “Alright- midnight, yeah?”
“Like I said- take your time.” He says, eagerly- perhaps a little too eagerly.
The other man gets into the truck and slams the door shut - the force causes that hunk of rusted metal to wobble and creak, like an old man’s laugh. Shiu gets the sense that the entire world seemed to be laughing at him at that moment—including his best friend. Was he really that obvious?
Shiu walks up to Kusakabe’s window and leans against it. “What the hell are you laughing at?”
“Oh- nothing.” Kusakabe has the audacity to wipe off a mirthful tear. “Just that it reminds me of back then. Bet you’re really happy to have some alone time with your pretty girl, huh?”
“You say that like it’s been ages since Toji’s been here.” Shiu scoffs. “She’s known me longer- probably still likes me better too. You know she only lets me-”
“-milk her.” Kusakabe interrupts. Amusement on his features at the familiar words, “Yeah yeah. You’ve said it once before, man. Or maybe twice. Thrice. Fifteen times-”
“Whatever, man.”
Shiu kicks off the side of Kusakabe’s truck and gives it a customary slap on the bonnet.
“Drive safe. Even if you get stranded this time, I’m not coming to pick you up.”
“What a friend.” Kusakabe starts pulling the truck ahead and calls out as he goes. “Take care of the pretty girl when her mate’s not around~”
“You know I will.”
And as he watches the truck pull away with Toji inside the trailer—the bull hybrid lets out a mournful sound. It’s as Shiu feels a soft head rest against him that he realizes you’d joined him in the farewell; longingly watching your mate be hauled off.
“It’s just for the convention, pretty girl.” Shiu mutters to you. He reaches to scratch behind your hybrid ears but- the faint heat radiating off you makes him pause. “Is…it just me or has your fever gotten worse?”
“Mmm, dunno.” You murmur thickly. You push deeper against his body and Shiu’s suddenly hit with a lingering scent of dairy and fresh flowers, presumably from last night.
“If this gets any worse then we might have to pay a visit to Dr. Shoko…”
Fervently, you’re shaking your head.
Although you liked the cool and composed otter hybrid, Dr. Shoko, actually visiting the doctor was another thing. And so Shiu let it slide - for now - as he advised you to stay out of the sunlight and get some more rest—he’ll bring some cool drinks over after he’s done tending to the horse hybrids’ hair.
Shiu watches as you totter off into the barn house once more.
He’ll have to keep a close eye on you…
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3:18PM
The farmdog hybrids were particularly energetic today - Shiu spent just about two hours straight neglecting his tractor maintenance to throw frisbees with them. Ah, to hell with that old thing. Maybe next time he’ll accompany Kusakabe to those Tokyo conventions and see if they have discounts on tractors.
Although he knows he shouldn’t have been so careless - but you can’t blame a farmer for letting loose! Especially not when - usually - whenever he did this sort of thing—it’d only end up with Fushiguro Toji trampling all over the frisbee for the sake of it.
Especially not when it’s exactly what got him to notice the state of you in the first place.
Shiu had thrown the frisbee too far. It had landed somewhere by the pond, and Shiu didn’t want Ino getting his coat all muddied again- so he told the canine hybrid to stay put as he himself trudged through all the vegetation and too-soft earth. Ah…remind him to unweed this mess sometime soon. Spike rushes stuck to his boots, and water lilies waded towards him as the farmer determinedly made his way to the frisbee.
Just bending down to get it when-
Letting out softly—“Oh.”
When Shiu spots your curled-up self on the side of the pond bank—all cocooned amongst the lush vegetation like a little treasure just for him. He tries to shake that thought out of his mind.
You startle awake once he steps on a twig attempting to get nearer to the frisbee- “Easy there.” His deep tone soothes you. “Easy. Easy. It’s just me.” You’re following the voice and settling down once you recognize him. “What’re you doing here, pretty girl?”
“Just resting.” You respond. Now that you were sure there wasn’t any danger, you’re settling back down into your comfortable position. “The water helps keep me cool, y’know?”
“That pesky fever’s still bothering you?” Shiu reaches down to measure the temperature on your forehead - and sure as day, he’s feeling the heat simmering. If he wasn’t mistaken—it was just a tad hotter than what he remembered it to be when saying goodbye to Toji. “Hm…it doesn’t seem to be getting better on its own. How about a visit to Shoko’s?”
“Shiu…” You whine.
“Now now, missy.” He tuts. “I need you to be healthy- not only would Toji kill me otherwise, but I wouldn’t forgive myself either.”
“I’m feeling fine…really. It’s just a little hot.” You insist. “Today’s been really hot- I promise m’gonna feel better once the sun goes down.”
“Hmmm. Alright.” Though Shiu still didn’t seem all that convinced. “But you won’t cool off with water just by looking at it.”
“What do you-”
But those words are getting stuffed back into your throat once Shiu takes a little run-up and throws himself into the pond. Creating a resounding splash! and sending a wave of water into the air—like translucent sun-glittered frogs that take a soaring leap and land on you.
You’re yelping as the cool water lands on you- “Shiu—! You little-”
And then jumping in after him.
He throws his head back and lets out a deep, joyous laugh. And if he smelled the soft fragrance of honey suckle and fresh cream…then he imagines some of the other cow hybrids are ready for milking again.
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6:21PM
Shiu wasn’t celebrating—honestly.
Even he wasn’t that tactless.
It’s just that it was a little quiet without Fushiguro Toji around to cause trouble with the other hybrids, or with any guests, or with Shiu…or with practically anyone that wasn’t you. He wondered whether you realized the sheer extent of his special treatment. Which was why he decided to spoil the lot of you - especially you - today.
And for this Shiu’s apples were amongst the most famed in these parts - he hears they went for thousands of yen each in Tokyo. Lush and luxurious. Like biting into a piece of heaven—he knew that the hybrids were particularly covetous of this rare luxury. And luckily for him, they’d just been harvested today.
So why not give you lot a little treat?
Those stingy middle-men would be here to load up the apples tomorrow morning; so before that he herded his hybrids to the picturesque orchard. Where the apple trees embraced the groves from either side, the tops of their branches nearly winding into the sunset-painted clouds and pulled them back, and beneath them lay crates upon crates of apples like treasure pots at the ends of rainbows. Those apples seemed to gleam even brighter as the sun dipped beneath the horizon; gilded.
And Shiu kept his hands on his hips, a proud smile on his face, as he watched over the hybrids picking apples and digging through crates. All except for…
“Where’s…”
Brows furrowed- Shiu turns around and spots you slumped against the wooden entrance to the orchard. Those towering pillars were intertwined with vines, and amongst them you looked like the prettiest rose.
“Something wrong, my girl?” He walks towards you, handsome features pinched in concern. Immediately, Shiu’s hand goes up to feel your temperature once more. “Fuck-” And almost as soon as it makes contact with your forehead, he’s pulling away—
“Shiu…”
“You’re burning up- pretty girl, why didn’t you tell me that it’d become this bad?” He hisses. And then he’s reaching down to gently clasp your hand. Those caramel-brown eyes of his are just so soft…“C’mon- lets get you to Shoko’s before she’s off—”
Yet oh-so-stubbornly you’re shaking your head. “Promise m’okay, Shiu.”
“But-”
“It’s not a fever.” And the hairs on his body stand on end at those words. If not a fever, could this be…“I think it must be the heat or something- that and Toji did wear me out a little last night.”
His jaw clenches. “I’m sure. But I still think it would be good to go for a check-up.”
You’re averting your gaze from his. “I’m alright. Trust me.”
And though Shiu was clearly displeased by this turn of events—how could he ever say no to his favorite girl? It was almost embarrassing how easily he’s bending to your will- and letting out a sigh he attempts to make sound annoyed rather than fond. “Oh, alright…but at least try one of the apples. I’m sure they’d be good for you.”
“Of course-” Then you take a step - and the faint dizziness that’d accompanied your fever makes you nearly fall into Shiu’s chest. Thankfully the farmer catches you easily with his scarred palms darting to your waist, his broad arms wrapping around your body- and the tips of his fingers graze where your tail starts.
And both of your breaths hitch-
“Hey boss- can we dig into the pears too or are those off limits?” Ino’s blissfully oblivious tone shatters whatever strange atmosphere had seemed to concentrate between you two.
And you both jump backwards as if electrocuted.
“The uh- the what-” Shiu whirls around at the farm dog hybrid, “Not a chance. Don’t even think about touching those.”
“…Oops.”
“Those are ¥5000 a pear-” He pinches his nosebridge and groans- as his most trusted dog hybrid scampers off with an armful of pears. As he does so, Ino’s dropping one on the grass that Shiu’s bending down to pick up. Wiping off the non-existent dust on his denim overall, Shiu pulls a pocket knife out and cuts a clean slice of pear in mere seconds.
Calm and controlled.
Somehow, just seeing how competent he was with it made something at the pit of your stomach- twinge.
Before you know it, Shiu’s holding the tempting slice out to you. “Eat.” When you look at him in hesitation, he chuckles handsomely. “They’re about to raid the pears anyway, so you might as well eat.”
And so you do - he watches every minute expression of yours as you bite into it. That glimmer in your eyes. That smile.
Fuck…
Chomping on the luxurious fruit, you’re soon raising your nose into the air and sniffing.
Shiu raises a brow, “Something wrong? It’s not rotten, is it?”
You shake your head and continue sniffing. “No, it’s just…” Your ears twitch towards him- and he finds it so cute how they move almost all on their own. “Something smells good.”
“The pear?”
“No.” Shaking your head once more—the way you look at him then is just…different. “Like apples. And caramel. And honeysuckle.”
Shiu scratches behind his neck. “Well, I don’t know about the caramel- but we are in an apple orchard.” Gesturing at the sprawling land. “Help yourself.”
You smile and rub yourself against him lightly, soon joining your friends.
This was proving to be quite the strange day- fuck, were you getting hotter?
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11:59PM
“I should have taken you to Shoko’s in the morning—”
This is all Shiu’s fault.
This is all Shiu’s fault.
But to understand just how badly he’d messed up, one would have to rewind the clock to about two minutes and twenty seconds ago; it’d been a long day at the farm. Exhaustibly so. Even more so than usual, Shiu was dead-tired—it was practically subconscious the way in which he’d scrubbed himself clean and slipped into his favorite pair of pajamas (the ones with the cows and barns on them).
And he’d just - just - sat himself down on the creaky sofa in front of the TV, to get in at least five minutes of his favorite cheesy soap operas before he zonked out before it…when the front door started rattling.
Wait…rattling?
Knocking.
Shiu sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he heaved himself to a stand- “Yeah, yeah m’coming…don’t break the damn door down.” He’d at least expected Kusakabe to give him a call before he returned and started trying to leave him doorless- but ah.
Shiu was grumbling a few choice words underneath his breath as he swung the front door and screen open. Only to be met with—
“Pretty girl?” In split-seconds, every ounce of sleepiness leaves Shiu as he darts to hold your faintish body. Your head was drooped, and your breaths were coming out rapid. You were supported by only some of the other cow hybrids. Immediately his hand is flying to your waist, and he’s throwing one of your arms around his shoulders- before giving up on any inhibitions and pulling you into a proper princess carry.
A worried Ino and the others trailed after. “The cow hybrids let me know that there was something wrong, boss. So I brought her here.”
“Good thinking. Thank you.” Shiu just barely has the thought to murmur. He hurries to sprawl you out across where you would be most comfortable: his bed. “We need to contact Dr. Shoko immediately.”
“It’s not her time of heat yet, right?” Ino asks from the doorway. Behind him were some of the other members of the barn house looking in concern.
“No.” Shiu shakes his head. He glances up and sees the commotion- “It might be a fever, or maybe it was too hot out? I don’t know—fuck, I should’ve just taken her in the morning when she first told me.”
“Should I get the truck ready now, boss?”
“Sure. But I don’t want to move her much right now- poor thing.” Shiu looks on sadly at the way you’re gripping his soft pillows and smushing them to your face—breathing them in. “I’ll call Shoko and see if there’s anything we can do from here-” Reaching over to his bedside cabinet and picking up the phone, “You guys get some sleep, and I’ll let you know if anything happens.”
“You’ve got it.” Ino nods- and then he’s herding the rest of the barn outside.
In this little bubble of his bedroom, this little nook of the farm which smelled like fresh cream and honeysuckle, and had the air of sluggish mornings that made one’s eyes droop; it was just you and Shiu and the ringing tone of Shoko’s clinic.
Ringing once.
Ringing twice.
It cuts and Shiu’s trying Shoko’s personal number this time. She picks up almost instantly- “Hello?”
“I’m not going to ask about the integrity of your sleep schedule, but I need your help-”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
And as Shiu lists off your symptoms - the clamminess, the rapid heartbeat, the puffs of pheromones now filling up his bedroom, and more importantly…the wetness between your thighs (he wasn’t a lecher- he promises, it just-so-happened that Dr. Shoko had asked him to double check as part of your symptoms) - he himself starts to get an understanding of your diagnosis. You were in heat. But-
“But wasn’t her heat just two weeks ago?” There’s a shuffling of papers on the other end of the line as Shiu realizes Shoko must’ve gone through your file at home. “And she isn’t known for having any irregular heats.”
“Could this possibly be triggered by something external?” Shiu asks.
“It is possible.” She answers. “Have there been any changes to her environment? Something that may trigger a stress response in her?”
“Well, just today I had Toji go out with my friend to a convention- could it possibly be the distance?” He suddenly feels a drop of guilt at possibly being connected to why you feel this way.
“Hmm, I don’t believe so. Mating bonds are of the nature to be most volatile in close distances, rather than when they’re apart.” She hums thoughtfully. “You said that her mate was away today, right? And this started just today? Have there been any…other changes?”
Shiu raises a brow. “Other?”
And he can’t see her, but he gets the feeling that had they been in her office- then Shoko would have her fingers crossed and a grave expression on her face. “Yes. Has she been close with any other hybrid on the farm? Perhaps nuzzling up to them? Perhaps giving off her scent?”
The tips of Shiu’s fingers, clutching the phone, feel utterly numb. “…Yes.” Him.
“Well then. I believe the matter is quite simple, Mr. Shiu.” Tell him. “It is a strange phenomenon in which the hybrid seems to have two mates.”
“…” He can’t quite seem to close his mouth. “What?”
“Precisely.” Shoko speaks as if merely commenting on the nice weather or a particularly good football goal.
“B-but—” Shiu clutches the phone and tries to keep his volume from rising so as not to awaken you - you’d fallen asleep wrapped in his sheets now. Nose stuffed into the fabrics coated with his natural musk. “I thought hybrids mated for life? With only one-”
“Most often, yes. But there are rare cases in which a hybrid might find themselves connected to two others, or even three. Sometimes these connections may be latent and only make themselves known when triggered by a heat or time apart from her original mate.” His jaw just keeps dropping. “And it seems that in your cow hybrid’s case, in the absence of one mate she found her second mate’s connection activated. This is likely what caused her to go into heat.”
“So it’s official-” He begs. “She’s in heat now-”
“Yes, and I suggest you just let her do what needs to be done with her second mate in order to get it out of her system, otherwise she may feel rejected.”
And it seems that the conversation was coming to a close- for there was a note of epiphany in her words. But before Shoko could end the call, he questions once more. “And about the…double mate thing- does that also mean that the second mate is mated to the original mate?”
There’s a pause.
“Well, I suppose that’s up to you, Mr. Shiu.”
Wait how did she—
And then she ends the call.
Shiu holds numbly onto the phone for a few seconds - the silence felt deafening. Before a sudden stirring makes him dart his eyes over towards you.
Like an angel.
Your face was half-pushed into one of Shiu’s pillows - also patterned with cows and barns - and that blanket of his had twisted ‘round your body like a snake now—clammy with your sweat. Your fingers were clawing at the old creaky mattress, and your knees were pushing higher, and between them were- oh.
Were another one of his pillows.
And fuck- he’s never felt more jealous of an inanimate object in his entire life.
You were reeling your hips back—thrusting them forwards again- grinding down on the pillow. Wetness was seeping between those pretty, shiverin’ legs of yours and staining the cover. From here he could see a dark splotch starting to stain the silken fabric - smelling like the sweetest honey scent.
And it makes his mouth water.
“Baby- baby…” Shiu lovingly pats your leg, dawning you completely awake. He could see now that you were in the throes of your heat - but those eyes of yours were completely alert. “I need you to get comfortable, okay? This is gonna last about a week.”
“I’m in heat?” You blink. “Dr. Shoko said you’re my mate, Shiu.”
“So you heard that, huh?” He lightly chuckles. “Just know that we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to. Heats don’t necessarily affect humans-”
“Then why’re you so hard?” Though that tone of yours was utterly innocent - the look in your eyes wasn’t. You knew what you were doing to him—and you’re only hiking up the temperature between the two of you as you’re leaning in.
On wobbly arms, you’re pushing yourself up n’ leaning in so close-
Oh, how he’s dreamed of this exact scenario so many nights before. In this very bed. With his hand wrapped around his cock.
And Shiu knows he’s talking out of his ass - it’s the inhibitions taking over now…“You’ve got me there- but what about Toji-”
“Isn’t he your mate, too?”
And then your lips are on his.
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Fushiguro Toji feels a disturbance in the force.
He can’t quite explain it- it’s nothing that he’s seen or even something that he’s felt. Nothing tangible to give reason to this madness. It’s just that something was…off. Kusakabe notices the hybrid squirming in his seat - yes, it seems that he trusted the bull hybrid enough to let him ride shotgun - and turns on the radio.
Just Toji’s luck, it was Scotty Doesn’t Know by Lustra.
“Turn it off.” Toji scoffs and crosses his arms.
“Why? Remind you of a certain someone~?” Kusakabe asks in-between singing at the top of his lungs.
“The hell is that supposed to mean?”
And even though Toji is merely looking at the smaller man- he shrinks into his seat. Did he mention he’d sharpened his horns for today? Kusakabe whimper, “O-oh nothing…nothing, just that ah- the lyrics might be a little reminiscent of ah-”
And Toji was even more infuriated because of that nagging sensation- that strange…fuck. “Spit it out.”
Kusakabe lets out a squeal and looks as though he utterly regretted letting the hybrid sit next to him. “J-just the fact that Shiu mayormaynothaveacrushonyourmate—” It’s out before Toji could even register it. “Pleasedon’tkillme-”
“If I kill you who’s driving?” Toji had now unbuckled his seatbelt despite Kusakabe’s protests. Snooping around the truck and trying to trace that little- scent? “What is that infernal- fuck. And I already know that farmer’s got a thing for her - though I’d pay for him to actually try. Would love to see his face as she rejects him.”
“Really? Because she was looking all cute and cuddly and a little feverish this morning.”
“What.”
And then it hits him—that scent. Fresh cream and sunny days and honey-
You were in heat.
“Fucker, step on it.”
Kusakabe whirls towards him. “What-” But before he can finish, Toji’s grabbing onto the steering wheel and damn-near crashing them on the highway as he speeds ahead.
The radio trills: ‘I can’t believe he’s so trustin’.
While I’m right behind you thrusting.’
.
.
.
“Mmm—” Shiu’s lips are hot and persistent- letting off the most sensual mwahs! as he continues the pattern down the side of your neck.
Listen, Shiu Kong might not be a hybrid like you, but if he kept his nose pressed against your sultry skin then he could almost feel it—those pheromones.
It was wafting off your skin like an atmosphere that was entirely your own, a gravitational pull constantly tugging him closer; the sweetened scent of honey and freshly-whipped cream. It made him blush. It went straight down to his cock.
Fuck that- it was taking over him.
A guttural groan rips out of Shiu’s chest- he kisses a pathway down the middle of your body until he’s reaching your core. Once he does, he gives the hottest wettest kiss of all to your cunt—“Oh, baby. Lean back a bit f’me, yeah?”
And then he’s pressing an open palm on top of your stomach. Pressing you to recline on the bed.
“Good girl.” Shiu rumbles. Low. “Now squeeze those pretty legs around my head- yeah, just like that. Tighter.”
“Tighter than that n’ you’ll suffocate.” You gasp.
“What about it?”
Using his own strong arms - so fucking beefy from years of work at the farm - Shiu wraps your thighs around his sweaty head. His sharp, straight hair tickles your inner thighs; so much so that the farmer has to tell you to settle down. “Easy there- eeeeasy there, girlie. I’ll make you feel good during your heat.”
“I’m not a damn horse.” You huff.
“Yeah, because you’re gonna be the one riding, huh?”
The gasp that flutters its way up to your throat doesn’t get the chance to escape- because the question on Shiu’s tongue curls around your cunt. He’s letting the squashy end of his tongue dip between your swollen pussylips—giving you a loooong lick where you were most tender. Those cushiony tastebuds of his were massaging you already- and the way he’s twisting his tongue so deliciously as he enters—
“Oh.” You’re arching off the mattress, thighs plastering to the side of his face. And yet your pussy’s openin’ up for him so invitingly. “Keep going, Shiu…”
“Had no plans of stopping soon.” Gurgling wetly between your legs.
His tongue was just so soft and smooth.
The way he’s adjusting it in and out makes your mouth just water. In and out. In and out. Shiu notices that every time he hooked his tongue around the outer rim of your entrance made your pheromones surge. Fuck—that heat of yours was affecting him, too, and leaving him sippin’ on your pussy like an aphrodisiac.
Lavish lips plastering aaaaall over again and again- “Mmmm, my pretty cow hybrid. No idea how I lasted this long without this.” Breathing through his nose - he didn’t want to waste a single second of this. His usually-deep timbre shakes with pleading desire. “And what can this do?”
You’re squealing once you feel thick fingers curl around your tail. “That’s my tail…”
“I already know that, pretty girl.” Shiu shakes his head fondly - as though you’d been the one to say something ridiculous. And in-between lapping away at your leaking pussy, he tugs softly on your tail in order to bring you closer. “But what can it do-”
“Well she likes getting it pulled during doggy position.”
Both of you would have recognized that voice amongst a thousand bull hybrids - ten thousand. That stature. That scent of freshly-cut grass and something deeper…something more alluring.
“And sometimes if you bite it she starts clenching like crazy.”
Fuck.
Because neither of you had heard the door click open - except maybe in what felt like a distant dream. Something worlds away.
You’re feeling a sense of déjà vu.
Shiu’s feeling cold sweat breaking out as he realizes that he hadn’t actually locked the door. In fact.
Whoever had opened it must be gripping it so hard that its oak frame was starting to splinter-
Both of you experience a pang at the pit of your stomach- a draw. And Shiu gapes as he looks down at himself—what the fuck was that…? He’s looking up at Fushiguro Toji standing in the doorframe with the same shocked expression.
“The hell do you think you’re doing with my girl?” Toji spits, scarred lips twisted.
“Listen, man-”
“You’re not going to make her cum eating her out like that.”
“I…what?”
Toji manages to make Shiu shut up. This must surely be a dream? And it’s just about enough time for the other man to cross the distance between the door and the bed - kicking it shut behind him - and make himself quite at home on the bed. The mattress creaks under the weight of the hybrid; and you yourself are letting out a soft moan.
He sits beside where you were sprawled-out, facing Shiu.
“You see…my pretty girl here-”
Shiu mutters underneath this breath. “Fuckin’ stealing my pet name too, now?”
But Toji has the courtesy to ignore it - for now. “-has a certain set of rules she needs to follow.”
At this, the other man’s brows raise in interest. Satisfied at the attention; Toji himself traces his dominant right hand over your stomach, your hips, before lowering down to your cunt and holding those puffy pussylips of yours open. Pushing them apart. Pryin’ them apart.
Both men gulp at the way you’re clenching around nothing.
“See…she might look all innocent and sweet- but she’s a proper little slut.” The words almost make Shiu flinch - and the bull hybrid takes great care repeating them. “Your…pretty girl is a proper- little- slut. And I know that she likes being fucked like one.”
And before either of you can make a move - Toji’s swiftly craning his head down and spitting a great glob of saliva on your cunt.
It trickles over your exterior and smears along your inner thighs- and Toji takes his sweet, sweet relish in swipin’ off some of that excess and popping it into his mouth. “So?” Toji asks. “Eat her out.”
Eat…Toji’s own mate out? Like this?
“What?” Toji has the audacity to look shocked. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been eyeing her- don’t act like you haven’t been fantasizing it. You’ve wanted her even before I arrived at this damn farm.”
Shiu’s lips tremble- he almost wants to because hell, he’s been given the permission now. And yet…“Is this some sort of trick? You’re not gonna use those horns on me afterward, are you?”
“No, not at all.” The other man replies - almost too breezily. He raises his brows at Shiu expectantly. And stares deep into Shiu’s eyes as he says. “So? The fuck are you waiting for-”
Those mere words make Shiu’s cock stand painfully erect.
However, there’s a reason they claimed that Fushiguro Toji was a ruthless man.
Because humans always did move far too slowly for the bull hybrid’s liking. And he wastes not a second more before pawin’ at the back of Shiu’s sweaty scalp - taking just a moment to bask in the utter shock upon his features - and shoving—
Straight between your pretty, pretty thighs.
Which he honestly didn’t have to do because—well fuck, you didn’t have to ask Shiu twice to eat you out. Shiu lets out a strangled grunt that turns into a moan.
And without further ado, he’s back latched onto your pussy- those handsome cheeks of his hollowing out as he sucks n’ sucks. And you don’t know whether he was doing this for you or himself.
Shiu ate you out like he was going to die of thirst if he didn’t.
“Fuck-” He hisses. With every movement of his face, he nuzzles himself closer. “Fuck fuck fuck—more.”
Syrupy breath sticking against your pussylips.
And his tongue was even worse-
“My pretty girl. More.”
He’s slithering it aaaaaaaall along your outer cunt - lapping up every wad of slick you were gifting him - and then rubbing his textured tastebuds along your exterior when it just wasn’t enough. Because your cunt was practically an aphrodisiac for him.
It’s as if the heat was contagious.
Because the longer he’s spending between those gorgeous legs of yours - the more he’s blabbering like a damn fool. The murkier his eyes are growing. The harder and harder his hips are coming crashing—! down on the rickety wooden frame of the bed—pathetically dry-humping it in time with the thrashes of his tongue. Slipping right between your velvety folds and yearnin’ to taste the honey between.
That thick silkiness of his tongue was just dizzying.
He was cleaning up the mess that Toji’d made earlier—tasting him, tasting you. Shiu’s face grows warm as he remembers.
That dextrous tip of his tongue delves between your pussylips - entering that cute hole - and is lapping up everything you’re giving him. “Babydoll, fuck my mouth even deeper.” Needing more. “Even deeper.”
“F-fuck- shit, shit shit.” You’re trilling out. “You’re practically nose-deep. How can you possibly go any deeper?”
With a needy whimper, you’re letting your hybrid tail swish towards him - and without further ado Shiu takes it and wraps his fist around it. Giving a gentle tug. Fuck.
And when he actually discovers that he’s able to manhandle you further onto his mouth with that tail of yours- nothing’s stopping Shiu from increasing his strength to give you a mean haul. “Mmm- yes- oh, Shiu. It feels so good, Shiu—!”
“But not good enough, right?” Toji speaks over you, in a haughty tone.
Your hybrid ears twitch in confusion.
And before you know it, you’re feeling the sensation of Shiu’s slithering tongue disappear.
You whine out in disappointment. And you already know that that mate of yours must have something to do with it-
Sure as day; Toji has his fist gripping Shiu’s jet-black hair and reeling him back. The other man obviously had his face twisted into something ferocious, and the tension made the atmosphere pinch. But underneath that…there was an undercurrent of sweetness…the mottling of Toji’s gleeful pheromones mixing with his lustful ones.
And Shiu’s, too.
And if you weren’t mistaken- was that a faint blush on the tips of his ears?
It seems that Toji notices, too. “See anything to blush about here?” Then his eyes dip down to you. “Oh…right. Heh.” Leaning in oh-so-closely to the other man; Toji whispers in a gravelly tone into his ear. “But if you stand around blushing and bein’ a wuss for too long, then just know that she’s not gonna wait. She’s gonna dry up~”
He spits once more.
So disrespectful.
And then turns down to Shiu and warns. “Don’t eat her out just yet. Rule number one…” Your heartbeat races as he speaks those familiar words - Fushiguro Toji never was one to care for rules…unless it was in bed. “No running.”
“I’d never run from this pussy.” Shiu frowns.
“Not you, nitwit.” Mercilessly, he’s planting a smack at the back of the farmer’s head. “Her. Don’t let her run.”
Seemingly getting the green light to start up his sensual ministrations again- Shiu slowly starts lapping between your pussylips once more. Proddin’ his thickened tip into the deep orifice of your cunt. “B-but she’s not-”
“Look.” Toji interrupts. Just as you were starting to buck and lift your hips off the sodden mattress. “Look at the way she’s moving ‘round.”
“But that’s just-”
“But this pretty cow hybrid is in heat—and you can’t just leave her uncomfortable like this, can you?” Those dazed eyes of Shiu Kong’s open wider. He faintly nods. “So aren’t you the farmer?”
He nods again - looking as though he was about to faint.
“So herd your damn cow hybrids- c’mon- don’t let her run—” Spurred on even further by his words, Shiu’s plunging back in-between your legs and usin’ his tongue for his life.
Opening his mouth wiiiiiide to make sure that he’s able to reach every nook and cranny—the end of his tongue was just so dexterous and somehow managing to slip into spots you hadn’t even known you had. “O-ohhhh, fuuuuck-” Moans just keep bubbling out of your lips. “It feels so good, Shiu-”
And just when it looked as if you were about to buck—Shiu grabs ahold of your hips- so hard that he leaves neat semi-crescent nail marks on your skin. Plopping you back down onto the bed.
Plopping you back down onto his face.
From then onwards, he doesn’t let you move a single inch as he’s thrashin’ away his fat tongue inside your cunt. Stretching that pussy out to his textured tastebuds.
And Toji had been watching the entire display closely…very closely. With his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. “Good.” His head threatens to tip backwards as he gives a harsh tug on his thickened length. “And now rule number two: squeeze those gorgeous legs around your head. Doesn’t matter if you suffocate.”
“That- that’s what I said—” Shiu keens.
“Then why’re you speaking?”
Goosebumps run down Shiu’s arched spine. “Oh…”
“A cunt like hers isn’t to be taken for granted.” Toji tuts from above you, and you can’t help but ogle the way his biceps bulge as he pushes down Shiu’s head. “Deeper.” Harder. “Deeper. Don’t waste time talking. Don’t waste time gawking like an idiot. In fact-”
His heated words make goosebumps scatter across your open thighs.
And you whimper-
“-don’t even breathe.”
They’re both driving you absolutely mad—
Toji catches your left ear between his fingers- as it’s been swatting furiously away the more aroused you grew. So soft beneath his touch.
He uses it to urge your mouth down to where his lap was.
“Rule number three…let her fuck back into you- but only if she really…really deserves it.”
“Make the pretty girl work for it?” Shiu looks up.
Toji displays a priggish smirk. “Now you’re getting the hang of it.”
And you don’t know what sort of expression Shiu might have on his handsome face right now - he was much too…preoccupied for that - but you can sense him nod. Short and sharp. As he keeps on lavishin’ your insides with his tongue; the farmer makes note of just how hard you’re clenching around him. “C’mon, pretty girl—” He pushes down your bucking hips. “Clench a little harder ‘round my tongue, would ya?”
“O-oh, now you’re just mean.”
“It’s what you deserve.” Toji chuckles. “Don’t think I can’t smell your pheromones gettin’ even sweeter- you’re loving this.”
You have no counter accusation - it was, after all, painfully true. And then Toji caresses your sweaty scalp with his thick digits—grabbing ahold of the back of your neck. “Now…lets see if you can be a good girl for me, too.”
An acrid sort of sweetness floods your mouth - because in mere sultry moments Toji has his legs positioned so that they’re practically straddling your face. On the mattress; he’s kneeling to the side of your head and letting his pursed, pinkened cocktip swab across your lips.
He’s rock-hard.
Instantly your jaw’s falling open to accommodate him.
And believe- that there was a lot to be accommodating. For Toji was so many countless inches, thick and decorated in a prominent network of veins across every inch of him. They zigzagged across each of his angles n’ ended up being the most prominent where your sweet spots were—Toji meant it when he said he was made for you.
He had a scruff of jet-black happy trail. He was an angry red at his tip. He was dripping precum.
It puckered out from the divot on top of his shaft—then ended up smeeeeared down the insides of your soft mouth. “Fuuuuck…” Toji himself whispers as he eases in. The bedsprings purr as Shiu bucks against the bed harder.
And before you know it, he’s reaching upwards and biting down on your throbbing clit. “Don’t forget about me, pretty girl. You’re not getting off easy. Rule number three, remember?”
“I—oh.” Shiu’s putting his fingers in now - fingers. Two of them. Long and perfectly calloused from years of hard labor to now massage your tender insides.
Both men are manhandling you oh-so-perfectly: Shiu dragging you down by your tail- and Toji using both hands to maneuver your head down. Letting you take up numerous inches of him. Thick and throbbing.
That rounded end of his shaft hits the back of your throat and you’re immediately coughing-
“Easy there.” Toji lovingly croons…“Not.” And you didn’t expect mercy, did you? Soon enough both of them are running their bodies ragged trying to draw out the most reactions from you—Toji fucking his cock into your suckling mouth, and Shiu hooking a finger not against the roof of your cunt to press on your nerve-filled spots- to make you clench. “C’mon- milk me. You can do better.”
“C’mon, little cow hybrid.” Shiu titters. His digits prove so effective in stretchin’ out your insides even more so than his tongue—and those tastebuds of his remain tickling your clit. “Won’t you squeeze me a little harder?”
“She can’t answer.” Toji laughs. “Got her mouth a little full.”
“Bull got her tongue.”
“Mmmm…” With that said, Toji’s flooding your tastebuds with a thick lacquer of his precum. He increases his pace a little more.
“Just a little harder-” Meanwhilst, Shiu whispers to himself as he keeps probing your sweet, sweet insides. “Just a little- a little—” And at precisely that moment; he’s hitting the bullseye. What else but the place marked X: your g-spot? “O-oh.”
He damn near cums in his pants.
“Just like that.” Shiu continues. “Fuck back into my fingers. I know you can, girlie.”
“Accomplished rule number three already?” Toji asks the other man. “Yer nicer than me- I know that for sure.”
“What can I say? She’s my favorite.”
After a few more thrusts n’ bucks n’ smashes at your favorite spot - you don’t think you can even formulate a coherent thought. You’re being tugged back and forth by both men—and they aren’t showing any signs of slowing down soon enough. “The fourth and fifth rules are a little alike…” Toji rumbles from above you. “The fourth, of course, is to get ready.”
“Get ready?” Shiu asks. Though by the way he feels the heat in the room - your pheromones - flare up, he’s sure you’re anticipating whatever it is.
“And the fifth is to…” The end of that sentence teeters on the edge of Toji’s tongue as he reels his hips back, back, back, baaaaack- “-take it all like a good girl.”
And that’s exactly what you’re doing.
Letting the entire length of Toji’s cock fill your mouth from tip to base- his fleshy cockhead searches your insides like a flashlight. It’s almost too pornographic the way you’re choking on his length—gagging, eyes watering.
To which of course, your beloved mate reaches down to pinch your nostrils closed. “Now now…are you the one in heat or am I?”
“Mmmpf- mmm—” You keen. Moans bubbling from the back of your throat but having no way out.
“Oi- I think she’s close.” Shiu breathes.
He could taste it in the sweet treacly syrup leaking out of you - his favorite. He could taste it in the way your cunt walls were pounding faster than ever. He could fucking smell it in those pheromones of yours that just seemed to flare to life-
“S’that so?” Toji asks. “And that brings me to our sixth and final rule: if she wants something, then she can use her words to ask for it.”
“Hardass.” Shiu scoffs.
But they’re both increasing their pace. For competition or simply to drive you mad?
The sloppiest squelches and pops! fill the room—and Shiu watches as your tail starts twitching agitatedly once the pleasure almost gets too much. Oh his pretty cow hybrid. Once you’re so close that you feel like you could burst- “Toji, she’s close—”
“Then ask for it.” Toji keeps shovelling his cock deeper. Deeper. “Fucking ask for it, doll.”
“Toji-”
Slamming into your throat with a final thwack! His balls were damn near leaving an imprint on your chin. “You can ask the farmer to help you with your heat- but you can’t ask me to make you cum…?”
“She did.”
The tension in the room falters - but never bates - as Toji turns to look at the other man. “What?”
“She did-” Shiu hastens to explain. “Ask to cum, that is…” And as if to prove his point—he’s plummeting a few more pushes with his fingers, scissoring them inside you so that those slurping suctioning noises are extra loud. “-right here.”
Toji waits for a beat.
Before he lets out a little snicker.
Before he lets out an entire laugh-
“Maybe you’re not so bad- for you, that is.” And then he’s boring his forest fire gaze down at you. “Hear that? Yer damn lucky that you’re the farmer’s favorite—hah, better thank him.” Toji’s then tugging your ear to watch you squirm just a little.
He lets out a final few thrusts.
And waits until his cock was embedded deeeep into the back of your throat - and your nose was pressed against those tufts of black at his base. Until you were well and fully stuffed full of him.
“So cum then, my pretty mate.”
And with a few more thorough slashes inside you—knockin’ Shiu’s burly fingers into your sweetest spots, slithering Toji’s length down every crevice of your mouth, you’re crashing into your high.
It’s quick and searing.
It takes over your body faster than you can register. Burning through every other thought and feeling - you’re letting out erotic moans around Toji’s cock, and they keep getting louder as it keeps prolonging. Longer and longer. The more they’re toyin’ with your throbbing, sopping cunt.
Those fervent peaks seem to get stronger - and within you feels practically white-hot in sensation. Pulling off of his bulbous tip. “Sh-shiiiiiit—” Keening out. “It feels so good- it feels so good-”
“You’re welcome.” Toji says. Shovelling his pinkish tip back between those lips.
At the same time that Shiu’s panting. “Anything for you, pretty girl.”
“Don’t fucking stop.”
Of course, as your mates they’re practically bound to listen to your every syllable.
And you don’t feel them rest - even take a breath - until your orgasm was well and almost completely disappeared from the horizon.
Tears of overstimulation were now springing to your eyes. Thighs twitching with the faintest splinters of sensitivity. “F-fuck…” Toji’s throbbing tip falls from your lips. It leaves a thin ribbon of slick connecting you to him still. You’re blabbering. “Fuck, I’m getting sensitive now.”
“Hm…Shiu climb up.” Toji says.
Both you and Shiu share a glance—and with something that looked like a half-shrug, Shiu’s attempting to heave himself up from the floor-
Only to be grabbed by Toji by the hand and yanked onto bed.
The farmer’s letting out a little yelp as he’s finding himself bounced onto the springy mattress - right on your other side. Sandwiched between the two buff, broad men- you don’t think you’ve ever felt your heart beat faster…ever smelled your pheromones so potently…
“Shiu, I need those off.” You huff. Batting those teary lashes of yours.
“Oh.” His face twists into something like ecstacy - how many times has he fantasized about those very words leaving your mouth?
And, flustered, the farmer starts unbuckling his overall one-by-one-
“We’re not trying to wait until her heat’s over.” Toji gruffs. And his veined forearm reaches across you - grasping onto the front of Shiu’s overall and giving it a good tug.
Those buckles are breaking free immediately.
The bull hybrid smiles to himself proudly. “There.”
“I should have half the mind to return you to Kusakabe…” Shiu grumbles to himself, as he takes off the rest of his clothes. That sentence makes the faintest flicker of recognition light up in his brain - really, where was Kusakabe - but it’s evaporating soon enough once you start helping him take his boxers off.
“I’m warning you in advance, however…” He starts.
“Why?”
“Yeah- are you hiding a 21-incher in there or something?” Toji scoffs.
“No no- it’s not that. I’m…above average- probably.” Shiu waves off, his burning blush creeping up onto his face again. “It’s just that I might have made…a little mess when I was eating you out.”
Your brows furrow. “What do you mean by- oh.”
Oh, was right. Right indeed.
Because of course- Shiu was naturally an impressive size. About eight inches. With a much more tan tip than Toji’s - and perhaps even thicker, too - and a girth that made your mouth water. He was smoother than Toji—less veins ‘round his shaft except for a single prominent one that went around the left side. And he was curved ever-so-slightly upright, too.
But what really caught your attention was…Shiu had cum in his pants.
Just from eating you out.
“Oh…” Your eyes widen as you take in the dark splotch at the front of his boxers.
Thick ropey white cum had seeped into it- and Shiu’s hastily snatching those boxers out of your hands to throw them over his shoulder. His hands felt sticky. “But that’s neither here nor there-”
“Of course it is.” Toji says after a moment of contemplation. “I’m adding a seventh rule.”
Yours and Shiu’s eyes pop open.
“Shit.”
“Shit-”
“What?” The bull hybrid looks at you both in mock innocence. “I was just going to say that the guest goes first…”
It’s…unexpected. To say the least. But you weren’t complaining - and by the way that Shiu’s reddened length perks up at the idea, you don’t think he is either.
“Um, so how do I…”
Toji angles himself towards you- “Get up a little, doll?”
You arch your hips off the bed; and Toji’s taking the opportunity to sidle his own hips underneath them. He’s manhandling you so that you’re simply sprawled-out on his chiselled front—and oh, how your mouth waters at the sensation of his rippling pecs and abs. The way they’re massaging you from behind at even the slightest movements—was that his v-line?
And did you mention that Toji just-so-happened to have the cutest ringed piercings through each nipple?
They’re pushing into you from behind once the hybrid hooks both hands underneath each of your legs. And he’s lifting them aaaaaaaall the way up until your knees hit your tits. Spreading you wide, wide open.
A full nelson.
Except…this time, it’s Shiu’s who’s going to be basking between your legs.
The aforementioned man takes a courageous gulp as he shuffles on his knees between your legs - and Toji’s - to lovingly gaze at you. “Fuuuuuck, my pretty girl…you really are so gorgeous.” Shiu whispers- underneath his breath as though he didn’t even mean for you to hear.
His darkened eyes sweep down your body like a caress. “The way that pussy’s dripping so much- shit, s’like a flood down there. Can you even feel yourself?” You’re squirming at his lecherous words. “And those legs. Trembling. And the way you’re just throbbing- I can see it from here.”
You’re gasping as he presses his hot length down on your cunt.
Sandwiched between each of your pussylips: Shiu doesn’t think he’s ever seen a prettier sight. “You’re just so dirty, girlie~”
You shudder.
And Shiu could have kept going- it absolutely killed him to tear his gaze off of you. It really did.
But Shiu could sense Toji starting to get impatient if the slightly souring tint in his pheromones was anything to go by- hey, look at that…he’s reading pheromones now. Mentalling patting himself on the back; the farmer starts slide-slide-sliiiiiding his fattened-up cock between your precious folds. “Easy there, girl?”
“Yeah yeah- we’re easy.” Rolling his eyes, you’re getting jostled as the hybrid underneath bucks. And at this point, you’re honestly wondering which one of you was more excited for his entrance…“Just get on with it.”
“Unlike you, Toji, I don’t just- get on with it.” Shiu sounded offended at the mere suggestion.
And as you both look towards him for further clarification, Shiu nervously bites down on the inside of his cheek and pushes his swollen cock down the slit of your cunt. “It’s just that…” He lets his particularly large tip kiss your hole. “-what if I end up hurting my pretty girl during her heat? I’d never forgive myself.”
“How cute.” Toji snickers. But there’s something that you recognize there—appreciation? “But not if you follow our rules, farmer boy. Remember those?”
Shiu rolls his eyes. “How could I forget?”
“Yeah- recite those.” And you’re gasping once one of Toji’s meaty palms drift up to your face - covering your dazed peripherals. “We’re both going to take turns fucking her using those rules, and my mate’s going to guess which one of us it is—how about that?”
“Mmm, sounds fun.” You smile.
And seeing that gorgeous smile of yours - what else was he supposed to be but putty in your hands? Shiu’s giving himself a few pumps before starting to press into your tight rim.
You’re tight.
So fucking tight.
His brows furrow n’ sweat starts beading at his forehead as he slowly - sloooowly - starts easing his proud cock inside. You’re arching into Toji’s back, whilst Shiu probes into your deepest depths. “O-oh.”
It was something so different.
Although he wasn’t exactly as vein-covered as Toji was; Shiu’s length managed to have the perfect curve that prodded ‘round the roof of your cunt. Somehow directly aiming for those tender spots inside—you’re feeling the pointed end of his shaft draw sensual zig-zags inside and you’re immediately begging for more.
Of course, that’s when Toji’s silently signalling Shiu to pull out.
Replacing the farmer’s cock with his instead.
Thick. Throbbing. Those patterns and groves on his shaft were just dizzying- and Toji’s already rendered your eyes sprinting to the back of your head with but a mere few inches inside you.
He’s making your first ring of muscle streeeeeetch- and pressing a second overlarge hand down on your stomach to keep you from movin’ around too much. And you don’t need to see him to reach blindly behind you and tug on Toji’s newest bull ring—
“Don’t be mean, Toji.”
“S’not being mean, it’s just the rules.” Toji argues. His words come out in sizzling pants against the side of your face - somehow just his presence seemed enough to make your heat symptoms two times worse. “Now that the practice run’s over…”
Your eyes are fluttering open- only to see nothing past the gaps of Toji’s thick fingers. “That was just the practice run—?” Your poor puckered hole was already pulsating with friction.
But neither of them are answering.
Instead, it just seems that they’re intent on fucking any question or comprehensible thought right back into you—because just you’re feeling a sudden intrusion deep into your core. The bulbous head of it swipes apart your puffy pussylips- and the next thing you know, you’re seeing nothing but stars at the neverending inches of one of their cocks.
Somehow managing to probe even deeper than the first time- whoever this was was so fatly swollen that his cockhead opens up plunging crevices inside you. Perhaps even new ones.
You’re gasping away- “Please.” Both men are impressively managing to keep quiet as they’re easing inside. Not completely bottoming-out…but enough to make your toes curl. “Oh, please that feels so good.”
Hips attempting to chase more- he was going so slow.
But just as soon as you do - almost the very instant that your hips are breaking contact with the skin of Toji’s toned pelvis - you feel one of his hands pin you back down. Preventing you from moving a single inch.
Your hybrid ears rustle with the huff of laughter from behind you—and you know that there’s only one man who’d keep a hand oh-so-possessively on top of your womb as he sinks into your soaking wet cunt. Rule number one, remember?
“Toji-” You’re sputtering out, voice breaking so prettily at the end of your plea. “T-Toji move a little faster- ngh, please—”
Yet another failed attempt at a buck. “Good job, doll.” He gnaws on your ear lobe. “But don’t think we’re done here just yet…”
And then before you know it, he’s pulling out. The action lets out the loudest, sloppiest little plop! of pleasure between your legs- and it feels as though firecrackers are going off through your veins.
You’re practically shaking once another intrusion starts proddin’ between your legs. This time a bit more…timid. A bit more hesitant. A bit more inexperienced and careful—and you don’t have to pay attention to anything more as Shiu creeps your legs around his waist.
Letting his tunneling cockhead push into that wet hole of yours.
Unlike Toji, however, Shiu Kong simply couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
“Oh…” It’s just about the most attractive thing you’ve ever heard - like music to your ears. But could you really blame the guy? “Legs- rules number t-two, remember?” This was the first proper taste of that syrupy cunt he’s getting—the exact same one he’s been dreaming of for ages…as much as that makes him sound like an utter pervert.
Maybe he was.
Maybe- what even was he? What was his name? Who was he?
Shiu can’t formulate a single thought.
Maybe he should be concerned about that…but for the time being, he’s collapsing his lower half into you. Funneling the smoother length of his cock inside; the farmer is the first of the two to actually bottom out. Thighs against your thighs. Forehead against your forehead. Cocktip against your cervix.
You swear you’re feeling Shiu intrude all the way up to your throat—“Shiu…keep moving, baby.”
“Oh- oh, you seriously want it?” He asks between uneven pants. And even more uneven are those semi-thrusts he’s poundin’ away at the back of your pussy—unwilling to break contact with your sopping womb for even a split-second to thrust back in. “You seriously want this ol’ farmer to fuck you like this? And that’s not just the heat talking-”
“It’s always the heat talking.” Toji scoffs. “This slutty girl’s always in heat. Honestly- who told you it could come early?”
“S’not my fault.” Shiu taps the side of your thigh to signal to you that- oh…you’re getting dangerously close to Toji figuring it out.
Sure, it seems that he’d deduced by now that there was something regarding the startings of a mating bond between you and Shiu. And what sort of hybrid would come between that? But the fact that Toji himself shared it…
Thankfully in that moment Shiu’s creating a distraction - unintentional or not. Because just a few thrusts and he’s already starting to bead out hot, glutinous cum that sticks to the back of your pussy.
“Shit…” Shiu whispers to himself. You’re sensing one of his hands reach downwards to squeeze ‘round the base of his length—perhaps thinking that that would stop him. But the only thing Shiu’s managing to do is milk out a few more cobwebs of cum that are getting fucked and fucked in by his irregular thrusts. “I didn’t mean to-”
“Time’s up.” Toji cuts him off gruffly. “It’s getting too easy- hurry it up.”
“Yes…sir?” Fuck- he hates to admit it but the bull hybrid was correct.
Ah…you’d expected for the two to alternate between thrusts. But you just didn’t expect it this fast. Because all of a sudden, Toji’s going from merely caressing your front to wrapping his entire left arm around your middle. Oh, those beefy forearms of his were simply indescribable.
Then Shiu’s reeling his sloppy, cum-glazed cock backwards for one of them to replace it in no time.
Such plump inches of their shaft. Such impatient semi-thrusts as he leaves your mouth watering. He’s increasing his pace twofold once you’re accommodating him inside, and Toji’s pressing his palm deeper against your face. “Oh-” And you hadn’t expected them to stick to their damn six (or seven) rules so much, either…“Fuuuuuuck. Is it Toji?”
“Nope.” Shiu chuckles. From where he was positioned in front of you, the farmer leans down and kisses your lips. “Still me.”
In punishment, you’re getting a heavy spankin’ on your stuffed pussy.
“Shit.”
“And the rule-” Toji pipes up from behind. “What about the rule?”
“What about the rule, I mean—” It’s just then that you’re realizing - you haven’t been able to squirm a single inch since Shiu had begun swabbin’ your poor insides. “Rule number one- rule number one.”
“Good girl.” Toji laughs. “Next.”
And you’re soon coming to the realization that they weren’t going to make this easy for you: due to everything from their rapid alternations, to the way that both of them were fucking you so stupid—
“Toji-” You’re dragging your nails down whatever body part of Toji’s that you could reach. His biceps flexed underneath your touch. “And the rule is…oh, the rule is…” Brain landing on the closest one that you think you could remember. “Rule number six?”
“Half-correct.” Toji punishes you with yet another spank. The white-hot pain and pleasure that runs up your cunt is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. “That was actually a trick round - no rule.”
You bite. “Silly me…”
“But half-correct deserves just a little bit of a treat, doesn’t it?” Shiu makes your case.
And the ever-mean Fushiguro Toji considers it for a few seconds - before he’s nodding and letting his fingers dip between your pussylips. Rolling over clit in circular motions. “Happy?”
“V-very much.” You respond.
And so the cycle repeats - as both men are fucking into you like damn animals.
“Shiu? Rule number one-”
Thwack! “Half-correct.”
“Toji? Rule number five.”
Thwack! “Half-correct again, doll.”
“Toji? Rule number six.”
Thwack! Thwack! “Wrong!”
“Shiu-”
“Toji-”
Shiu. Toji. Shiu. Toji. Shiu. Toji.
Over and over again—until you’ve said every rule at least five times, and their names countless amounts so.
It was almost getting too much. There’s another switch; and this time the thrusts are like none before them. They were harsh. They were jagged. They weren’t hitting with any specific target or objective in mind—just with the sole purpose of indentin’ his fat cockhead into every spot inside you, and hitting his hips to yours until you skin was burning-
“Toji?” You’re guessing, “Ruler number- fuck…the one about getting ready-” Based solely on the way that both men had their hands tapping at your hips to let you know when a particularly hard hit was coming through.
“And which one is that?” Toji croons.
“Number four-” There’s a victorious little pebble of precum that Toji’s emptying out into your insides.
“Mmm, good catch.” And you’re feeling the smile crawl onto your face. “But I’m not Toji.”
Fucking—thwack!
“But how about just a little reward?” And then a hot mouth starts kissing down the valley of your breast - from this angle you could only assume that it was Shiu.
Shiu was lapping the soft targets of your areolas…just lightly biting…and oh—he lets out a wet gasp as a thin stream of milk flows from your tits n’ into the handsome man’s mouth. “Oh- this might just be my reward.” He says as he keeps massaging your chest, twiddling his fingers over where you were most sensitive.
“Leave some f’me.” Toji grunts at the other man.
By this point you were a blabbering mess, and it didn’t help that the other two were only growing sloppier by the second. Perhaps it was the heat affecting you three. Perhaps it was the pressure being put on all your bodies - crushed together like this. Hips driving into you again and again and again—
Another globular tip swerves inside you. “I-is it…Toji?” You ask. Your lower lip wobbles at the sudden stretches on places that couldn’t be reached without such a girth - both of them had their merits and it was hard not to long for…both. The mere thought fogs your mind. “And is it…”
Though there could only be one answer. At least for this one.
Your poor tail’s being used as a lever to drag you down onto Toji’s extremely thickened cock until you sat on the bottom of it. “-rule number five?”
Toji kisses the side of your face. “Now that…is 100% correct.”
“And what would you like as a reward? Tell your Shiu anything, pretty girl.” Shiu says—drawing a half-serious scoff from the hybrid.
But of course. There can only ever be one thing.
Your mouth opens and the confession slips out of you before you can think it through fully.
And then there’s a beat of silence- hell, you think even Toji’s hips began to falter. For but a mere split-second before he’s bashing in the soft spongy platform at the end of your cunt—“Oh.” He breathes. “I don’t see why not…”
Thrill shoots through you.
And for the first time in a while - Toji removes his palm from your face. You’re wincing ever-so-slightly at the sudden flood of light, before that expression turns into something akin to yearning as you stare at Shiu’s cock throbbing between your legs.
He was almost out-of-place with Toji’s fat length already stuffed inside you.
“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” Shiu whispers to himself as he glides his blushin’ cockhead to drag along your outer cunt. Uuuuup the planes of your thighs. Lingering on that leakin’ slit that was so stuffed. And then squeezing the very tip-top reddened crown of his shaft into your entrance—did he mention that you already had Toji’s fat length stuffed inside you?
Shiu’s expression morphs at the tightest fit-
“Shit- fucking shit, are we sure—”
“Why not?” Toji asks. And Shiu thinks that that’s damn easy for him to say; especially considering that he was already kept hostage inside your gooey inside. That’s where Shiu was trying to be.
He’s attempting to drag you in using your tail.
The other man is rolling his eyes - and his hips. Letting off a few useless semi-thrusts that doesn’t push him even a single inch inside—not with the extremely plump circumference of the hybrid’s length inside. “Oh yeah? Then why don’t you- hah, pull out and try doing it yourself if you think it’s so easy?
“The early bull gets the pussy.” Toji smirks. “Besides- don’t tell me you’re forgetting rule number five already? The one about taking it all also means that you have to- mmm, put it all in-”
“I remember.” Shiu spits. Hands pushing your legs further open and grindin’ his hips close until his happy trail was roughly massaging your clit. “I’m just saying that it’s hypocritical to talk about the rules when even you wouldn’t be able to-”
“Guys-” You shrill above the constant arguing. “Guys.”
It takes you raising your voice loud enough to make the bedroom walls shudder for them to finally hear you.
And once they look at you- you’re huffing up at them. “I’m making my own rule.” Both pairs of pretty pussydrunken eyes widen in unison. “From now on- if you fight then you have to kiss and make up.”
“What-”
“What-”
“Pretty girl…” Shiu attempts to appeal to your softer side.
“Nuh huh.” Shaking your head. “So kiss—and then just fuck me.”
They share a look as if to question whether usurping of the rule-making was allowed…before it seems to dawn on them that yes—if it was you. And Shiu’s shrugging and leaning in - all the while still keeping his pulsating cocktip present between your folds - and Toji meets him halfway with only a few grumbles.
Shiu moans into the kiss.
And with a resounding sluuuuurp! he’s managing to squeeze just an inch or two of his cock inside. Double lengths stretching your walls until you were seeing white-
“Oh- oh.” You’re moaning. Shiu now had everything he needed to reel his bulky hips back and start pummeling you in time with Toji’s own thrusts. “I’ve never felt anything like this before—”
“Me neither.” The farmer manages through clenched teeth. The sensitive underside of his cock was rubbin’ and getting pulled by Toji’s own - those patterns of his veins, and the rock-hardness that mirrored his own - and even the slightest friction was enough to send spirals of white-hot pleasure pouring out of his bawling divot.
“Tch- fine…me neither.” Toji groans. “But it only feels good because of me-”
“In your dreams.”
Without even being asked to or reminded of the newly-minted rule, they’re pressing a kiss onto each other’s lips—and then yours. Their pheromones twisting and melding into one. Their skin growing even more heated. Their cocks growing faster-
And faster.
Both Shiu and Toji were moving at sloppy, lust-hazed paces that should not be possible for such a tight cranny. And yet they were managing to time it so that you’re feeling both of them exactly in the best ways: Toji and his deeeelicious veins pressing their patterns onto the sides of your channel, Shiu and his upright curve that spotted all your best nerve endings.
They’re sandwiching you from above and below, too—Toji and his Herculean build, Shiu and his similar yet broader- and somehow stronger build.
They’re absolutely ruining you.
Ruining you.
Fucking you until your pussy’s feeling rattled and raw- and your eyes have completely bleared over with tears. Brain fried.
So it isn’t long before you’re feeling the pangs of an oncoming orgasm, and letting your mouth open to announce it—
“I-I’m going to cum.” But in actuality it’s Shiu that manages the declaration. And he’s stuffing his face into your tits, suckling out the sweet sweet milk that your hybrid body produces as he strings your gooey insides with his cum. “My pretty cow hybrid, I’m gonna stuff you full.” Looooong ropes of satin. So hard- that Shiu’s forced to hold onto both yours and Toji’s horns as he fucks your overstuffed pussy through his orgasm.
Those veins of Toji’s were making him twitch in pleasure.
You and Toji are crashing into your high rather soon afterwards too.
“Gonna…oh.” As the forceful waves of dopamine flood through every vein and atom inside you—practically make you vibrate with pleasure. You’re letting your eyes fly to the back of your head, and your toes curl as both men thrash that gooey g-spot of yours.
Perfectly synchronized with every peak upon peak of your high.
The prolonged wave of bliss soars—and it’s around the very crescendo that you’re feeling Toji empty his heavy balls out as well. They’d been thwack-thwack-thwacking! near the bottom of your slit for so long now, creating a carnal ache over your outer pussy- and it just feels so good to feel those globs of cum flood your deepest caverns.
Where Shiu had already made a mess before- “Shit…don’t stop.”
And it’s with renewed vigor that they’re fucking and fucking you through the white-hot pleasure - so good that you’re sobbing. In-between this euphoric experience is when Toji’s keening his hips up into yours- chasing the wetness of your cunt even more—
Not just to fuck his pearly-white droplets of cum inside - but to try and squeeze, fuck, his swollen knot inside.
“Inside—” As you demand needily at your bull hybrid, Shiu watches on in something akin to awe. He starts nudging his hips back as though to give Toji more space-
But you’re wrapping your legs around his hips and dragging him to you. “Rule number one, remember?”
Letting Toji fuck his knot inside you as Shiu has his twitchin’ wet cock stuffed in there, too. The stretch was indescribable.
You think you’re cumming all over again just from it.
“My- my mates…” You’re sobbing out- sandwiched between the two buff men. Shiu leans in to kiss you, and once he’s taking a good long look at Toji too.
“My mates…I suppose?” He says with a sheepish smile.
Toji looks between the two of you, seemingly having connected the dots. “Does this mean I’ve gotta get both of you pregnant?”
You smile. “Sounds good to me.”
Shiu. “Wait-”
Because heats lasted a week for hybrids.
Shiu better get his human stamina used to it.
.
.
.
“I’m sorry…what?”
It’s a sentence that Shiu thinks he’s going to have to get used to a lot—telling people that the cow hybrid you’d had a crush on for the past few years but then gotten mated is actually your mate too - and that by association you’re her mate’s mate but honestly not really complaining about it is…for one a long sentence.
And two, it’s probably going to get a bunch of weird looks.
It sounds like the stuff of a fantasy, maybe even those romance stories; and Shiu’s well and fully aware of how he sounds when he says it.
Which is why he’s telling Kusakabe first - it only seemed appropriate.
“It’s exactly as I said.” Shiu states matter-of-factly. “And you can ask Dr. Shoko if you think there’s been any mix-”
“No no, man. It’s not that I don’t believe you.” Kusakabe interrupts him. “In fact, I think it’s great that you finally managed to do something about your feelings- congratulations, man.”
“Thank you.” Shiu watches the herd from the door to the barn house - inside, the only pair were you and Toji. His breath hitches once you’re walking over from Toji to nuzzle up to him. He reaches to scratch behind those silken ears of yours—“But then what was all that about?”
“Ah- no, it’s just…” There’s a truck honk from the other end of the line, and Shiu realizes that Kusakabe must be going somewhere. “I assumed it was actually about the bull.”
Shiu squints. “The what thing?”
“The bull thing. I guess Toji forgot to tell you since you were a little preoccupied. But last night when Toji took over driving my truck we happened to run into…everything.”
Shiu snorts. “Serves you right.”
“And man- I needed this truck to transport this new bull hybrid for ol’ Gakuganji down in Kyoto. You know how he gets. It’s the only one big enough so…”
And now…now Shiu wasn’t exactly having fun. “…And?” The two of you were looking at him in interest now, clearly having heard something about another hybrid—and Toji especially had had his smirk growing in synchronization with the increasingly ashen look on Shiu’s face.
“And so Toji said it’s alright, but would you mind looking after this new bull for a few days until I get the truck fixed? Just for a few days. I’m actually on the way there right now so thank you. His name is Sukuna and-”
CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY, aot boys as #the other woman af, cheating, infidelity on a made up boyfriend of yours, no cheating on the boys tho or on you, unprotected sex, creampies, oral f!receiving, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mutual masturbation, phone sex, consensual photo taking during sex, inappropriate use of fruits (?), slight angst to smut in one of the scenarios, semi public sex, brief mirror sex, and slight jealous sex
TRIGGER WARNINGS : as stated above, this does involve a prominent theme of cheating and while its on a made up person, if it isn't your cup of tea and/or could be potentially triggering please do not read or engage. aditionally, reiner's scenario is lowkey angsty but has a good ending! the reader's bf is also a piece of shit in every scenario, no abuse is depicted other than neglect/insinuations of manipulation, besides that nothing else comes to mind, but pls lmk if i missed smth ! (also floch is mentioned as reader's bf in one of the scenarios but it's just to drive the plot im so sorry)
includes : eren, armin, jean, and reiner
word count : 6k
what's playing 🎧 : you right by doja cat
a/n : hiii okay so i know i didn’t include all the boys like i usually do but i accidentally went a liiiittle crazy with these scenarios and was worried that it got too long, so i just decided to make a part two for connie, levi and erwin! i hope you guys don’t mind and still enjoy this one >_<!!
eren
eren is the walking embodiment of “can he fight tho?” when you tell him you’ve got a boyfriend
girl he dgaf!
he especially didn’t gaf when you told him about your sorry excuse of a boyfriend
eren attends the same university as you, much to your bf’s misfortune
but eren firmly believes that if your pussy of a boyfriend knew what was going on between you two, he wouldn’t even deserve the right to complain or be bothered because he isn’t treating you right!
he thinks every beautiful girl deserves two boyfriends anyway
however, if you were his, like…completely his? he wouldn’t share at all
but that's neither here nor there
he remembers fondly, how pretty you looked when he had gone up to you on the first day of class, asking if he could sit beside you
with that sweet smile of yours, you politely informed him you were saving it for your boyfriend
“i don’t see him anywhere.” eren pointed out, glancing around
“h-he’ll be here soon!” you were reassuring yourself more than you were eren
he eventually wore you down, compromising with a, “well can i keep you company ‘til he comes in?”
you supposed it was harmless enough, besides, it was the first day of a new course, and you needed all the friends you could get
but eren didn’t want to be your friend, he wanted to know how your pussy felt wrapped around him while he fucked you from the back – raw
but it’s fine, he needed to learn patience anyway
time rolled by and inevitably, your professor commenced the class all while your boyfriend was nowhere to be found
eren smirked at you, shrugging as he boldly squeezed your knee, fleetingly of course
his touch lingered just long enough to where you felt how big and warm his hand was but not too long to where it was inappropriate
“guess he’s ditchin’ the first day then, huh?”
you sighed, feeling dejected as you nodded solemnly
eren felt bad for you, he really did
a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be left unattended to, not when there’s guys like eren who will circle you like a vulture, ready to claim you as his own
for awhile, you actually forgot about your boyfriend’s lack of presence (eren would soon make this a recurring theme for you)
because of the fact that you had eren there, and he was more of help to you than your boyfriend would’ve been
eren was surprisingly fast at taking down notes, and good at making them more comprehensive to understand.
he’d scoot closer to you until your thighs touched, sliding his notebook besides yours so you could copy off of him
and when class ended, he walked out to the quad with you, sitting beside you near the campus cafe while you waited for your boyfriend
shocker, he never showed.
he just sent you a half assed text with some bullshit about how he wasn’t feeling well and how he’ll maybe see you later
you accepted it dejectedly, sending a sweet, understanding text back while eren nearly puked in his mouth while peeking over your shoulder to read it
“kind of a dick move though don’t you think?” he asked, nodding towards your phone
and of course, there you were, defending that asshole like you always used to do
eren just shrugged and stood up, motioning for you to follow
“whatever. but hey, if you ever get tired of being ignored, you can always call me.” he winked, opening the door for you to the cafe
you rolled your eyes dismissively, laughing it off while walking into the cafe
still, you did feel a little flushed from the attention given by such a handsome guy, not having felt desired like that in a long time
so maybe you entertained him more than you should’ve, but who could blame you? your boyfriend was such a boring flake, what were you to do?
eren bought you a muffin and a coffee, ignoring your pleas of paying him back
“you could give me your number. that’d be paying me back and then some.” he offered, smiling a handsome smile while handing you his phone
you squinted at him, a small grin on your lips betraying the feigned look in your eyes as you accepted
“for studying purposes only.” you stated the caveat of having your number after you gave him back his phone
he smirked, nodding as he slid it back into his pocket. “for studying purposes only.” he repeated back
yeah, studying purposes his ass
before you knew it you found yourself calling up eren whenever your boyfriend would bail on you, always seemingly in a state of forgetfulness when it came to you
and soon enough eren was no longer just a distracting shoulder to cry on, he was a shoulder you could sink your teeth into or claw at while he fucked the sadness out of you from being neglected
he gave you more attention than you knew what to do with, always planting warm and firm kisses everywhere,
especially in places your boyfriend never even thought to kiss
but to eren? everywhere that was you was free reign to kiss
he fucks you harder than your boring boyfriend ever did, and you actually let eren go raw, whereas you used to make your bf wear condoms
initially you made eren do the same, swearing it was just a one time thing
but the second time he had you?
you peeled the condom off of him yourself, breathless and too horny for logic, just desperate to be skin to skin
eren always makes you cum, and you’re lucky if he lets you off with only two orgasms instead of the 3 or 4 he draws out of you
he loves your pussy, he tells you every time you’ve got the prettiest one he’s ever seen
he praises your body, always taking the time to kiss his way between your thighs, loving how without fail you squirm and raise your hips to his mouth – always so impatient
he loves fucking you in mating press, gripping your throat and forcing you to look at him while his cock hits your cervix, watching you struggle to respond when he asks who owns your cunt
“y-you ‘ren, s’yours, always yours,” you’d cry out, and he’d make you babble about how he owns your pussy while he fucks his cum into you
it’s gotten to the point where you don’t even let your boyfriend have sex with you anymore, finally noticing that he seems to understand what attention is whenever he wants to fuck
but you don’t want his dick anymore, not when you’ve got a bigger and better one giving it to you the way you’ve always deserved
“should let him try and go down on you tonight. let him see the fuckin’ mess i made down here.” eren snickered the most recent time you guys had hooked up, gently covering your leaking pussy with the gusset of your panties, watching the way his cum pooled over the delicate material
and for a moment, you actually considered it, but instead of answering verbally, you just brought him back up to kiss you, knowing it would probably just lead to another orgasm
(it did)
armin
armin is unironically the boy best friend you tell your bf not to worry about
and at first, you genuinely meant it
armin’s been your friend since you two were just babies
and that’s also how long he’s loved you :(
armin’s seen so many of your boyfriends come and go that after awhile he stopped getting so devastated whenever a new one surfaced
because at some point he realized that he was the common denominator still standing whereas they were a short lasting dime a dozen
that’s not to say it didn’t still hurt like a bitch to see you on some other dude’s arm
“you have got to start playin’ some offense man.” connie would tell him, but he’d just wave off the notion of liking you altogether, despite the fact that all your friends except for you saw right through him
however, armin won’t lie, he’s getting sick and tired of you coming to him abt your bf
he loves u, he loves being here for u, but oh my god girl, get up!!
“i just don’t really feel a spark anymore — i don’t think i ever did…” you murmured while laying in armin’s bed, your head to his chest while he had his arms around you, y’know, like friends do.
“then why don’t you leave him?” he asked the obvious, a low huff in his voice
“because i think i love him?” you sighed and armin rolled his eyes, groaning in pain silently behind you
he pulled apart from you at that, and you were surprised with yourself at how much you really disliked that
he shifted around, resting on his knees as he held your forearms, and you glanced down, swallowing hard
‘were armin’s hands always this… big and… pretty?’
“does he make you happy?”
“yes?”
he said your name with a gentle exasperation “are you asking me or telling me?”
you just sighed tiredly, looking away from his intense gaze
“do you even like being around him? spending time with him? does he add any kind of quality to your life? besides a negative one?”
“no…” your voice cracked and you peered into armin’s beautiful blue eyes…did they always make you this nervous?
“then why do you stay?” he asked, seemingly frustrated. not even really with you, just with the fact that you felt so close yet so far from him
“i…i don’t know, ‘min.”
“sometimes.. i…i think that what i feel for you is what i’m supposed to be feeling for him…” you admitted softly and he snapped his gaze up at you, whiplashed from how fast he looked up at you and from your statement… mostly from your statement
you don’t even remember who initiated the kiss first, all you remember is your faces drawing in together like two magnets
armin made you cum so hard that night
first on his fingers, forcing you to kiss him while you came, too addicted to your lips to let you try and pull away — especially when he’d been waiting so long to press his lips to yours
then he ate your pussy until you couldn’t handle the stimulation, but even then, he pleaded with you from between your thighs
his sweet puppy eyes and glistening lips convincing you to simply endure the mind numbing pain filled pleasure from having another orgasm forcefully pulled from you
and when he finally fucked you?
geekiness be damned, that nerd can fuck !
he had his face buried in your neck, whispering how much he loves you – loves your pussy, while he fucked you, rolling his hips in steadily and deep, wanting nothing more but for you to feel as good as he felt
your legs had him trapped inside you, firmly tightened around his hips while your fingers tugged on the back of his blonde hair
he’d wince, but still kiss away your worries of hurting him
“m’not made of glass,” he’d breathe out, airy and humorous, his reassurance melting into a shaky moan when you’d clench around him
“you can do whatever you want to me,” he’d murmur, his voice struggling to stay even amidst the low moan rumbling from his throat
“waited so long f’this, you’re so perfect, so so perfect,” he’d ramble in your shoulder, nipping at your skin, losing himself in a dizzying pleasure while still in disbelief that he finally got to have you like this
safe to say that wasn’t the only round you guys had that night
soon you were the one who blew off your boyfriend, giving him halfhearted excuses of how you had a study date with armin
you even started to decline his calls or facetimes because you were already on one with armin, angling your phone down to allow him the view of you rubbing your clit while you whimpered his name
and he’d prop his phone at just the right angle for you, letting you watch him stroke his cock while your name fell from his lips, and about how he wished so desperately that you were with him
slowly but surely your bf began to grow weary about how much time you spent with armin, but you didn’t really care, he could leave at any time he wanted, you were too immersed in armin to put effort into him anyway
“where are you, i thought we were going out tonight?” he had called you, standing outside your door with visible frustration
“busy, babe. studying at armin’s right now,” you answered shakily, covering your mouth behind your hand while armin slowly slid in, filling you to the hilt inch by inch with his fat cock, watching smugly at how your thighs trembled on either side of him
“again? are you fucking kidding me? how many goddamn exams do you have to take, this is like the 5th time this week! i swear to god if you’re cheating on me with that fucking –”
armin bottomed out completely, burying his cock as far as it could go inside you, chuckling silently when your body jerked violently, your hips arching shakily as you struggled to remain silent
“armin’s just my best friend babe, you don’t have to worry about him. promise.” you reassured all while armin began to fuck his cock into you, watching your cunt swallow his thick length
then later that night, after armin had cum in you (multiple times) he held your naked sleeping body, and snapped a picture, sending it to your boyfriend.
well, soon to be ex
he sent the pic of your bare back with a few suspicious white stains on your spine and small of your back, all with his arm slung around you
paired with the text : she was never yours. before promptly blocking him for you
what a good bestie armin is !
jean
jean has always been about bros before hoes!
before you of course
but when you came along, he decided that maybe he was being too hasty
and well…maybe some hoes could be before bros…
not that you’re a hoe or anything! jean very well thinks he could be in love with you
and while he always thinks he’s in love with a girl whenever she’s pretty and nice to him
he swears up and down that this is the real thing
even though you are his friend’s girlfriend
he figured that love just likes to play funny games like that from time to time
he likes floch and all but seriously… what the hell are you doing with a guy like that?
floch has always been a try hard idiot, even back in high school
actually, especially in highschool
they were in jrotc together and jean was only there to fluff up his college applications
whereas floch was dick riding eren the entire time as if they were really about to go off into war with eren as the commander
it was so pathetic
jean really wishes you could’ve seen it for yourself all those years ago, maybe you would’ve chosen him instead of floch
he feels pretty fucked up for feeling all of this and for even growing resentment and animosity towards his friend because of his feelings for you
despite this, he does still like floch at the end of the day
it’s hard for him to not like the guy, considering most of his formative years included floch along with the rest of their friend group
but goddamnit, what did he have that jean didn’t!
he had met you in his photography class, and you two clicked immediately
your laugh was as beautiful as you are
and you did this cute thing where when you’d giggle too hard you’d grab onto jean’s wrist for stability
made him weak right in the knees
you two exchanged socials and when he asked if you were free the next day to maybe hangout you declined regretfully, stating you were seeing your boyfriend that day
boyfriend?!
“you’d love him! look here he comes now!”
and there came floch’s bitch ass
“jean? what the hell hey man!” that asshole had the audacity to pull jean in for a hug
“this is my girlfriend, i’ve been meaning to bring her around the guys to properly introduce her, but i guess you get the pleasure of meeting her first!”
no it would’ve been more of a pleasure if he met you before floch did
“oh no way you guys know each other? that’s so funny!” you beamed innocently
jean wanted to die right then and there
however as time passed you grew pretty close to jean, forming a tight knit bond that was more special than any of the other friendships you formed with the rest of their friends
you loved all of the friend group, but you were just closer to jean for reasons you couldn’t exactly pinpoint
maybe one of them was the fact that he made you feel safe in a way that not even your boyfriend could
all floch did was talk and expect you to be all ears but then wouldn’t bother to give you the same decency when you wanted to speak
he talked about his jrotc days as if he actually served in the military
after awhile you found your mind drifting off to jean whenever floch would get in these tirades about how he could’ve actually enlisted if he didn’t tear his acl while playing basketball with eren
you’re not sure how much of that you believe…
either way you honestly didn’t even care, you just wished you could spend more time with his friend rather than him
jean always came in clutch though, he’d sneak off with you at kick backs or bonfires, and just talk with you, not at you
you two bonded over photography, and you soon became his muse, his favorite thing to see behind his lens
you even gifted him a new lanyard for his camera, going as far as to embroider a heart into it
how could he not fall in love with you?
progressively you started to raincheck floch more and more to hangout with jean
you two would occasionally visit places like color me mine and paint each other mugs or bowls
(you actually have matching mugs)
you two were also each other’s go to partners for projects in your class, b-lining to each other the second your instructor announced that you had to work in pairs
your most recent project was the beginning of the end to the facade of platonic interest you both were wearing
your project was a conceptual assignment, you had to build a story via a photo essay with minimal text
of course jean had a minor freudian slip and suggested you guys build a story off of the concept of temptation
however you agreed, unsure as to why the idea resonated so much with you
he started off with taking photos of you in his garden back at home, kneeling before you and pointing his camera up while you gazed at him behind the flowers his mom had planted
and then you both were in his attic, he had laid some sheer cream colored fabric down near the window, gently prompting you to lay down atop of them
he aided you in covering your body with the nectar of smashed pomegranates, strawberries, blueberries and plums, staining your skin along with the silk nightgown he helped you thrift
“do i look okay?” you asked softly, watching him look above you with his camera in hand
“you look,” he swallowed hard, clenching his jaw
“you look beautiful.” he said quietly but his words rung in your ears as if he screamed it
“thank you.” you murmured almost silently, like you were too shy to accept his words
after taking a few photos, he crouched down on his knees before you, letting his camera hang down his chest, his hands hovering above the hem of your nightgown
“is it okay if i adjust this?” he asked, trying to ignore the heat climbing from his neck and up his cheeks
you nodded, feeling a heat of your own fan across your face
he carefully lifted the nightgown just slightly up your legs before slowly untying the ribbon at the top of the gown, his breath becoming labored at his own actions
he dipped his thumb into the bowl of fruit and gently drew across your bottom lip, letting the juice trickle down your chin
before you knew what you were doing, you took his thumb between your lips and sucked
he gaped at you, unsure if what was happening was reality or if he had died and gone to heaven
he said your name brokenly, like he was clinging onto his one last shred of decency
but when you just took his thumb further down your mouth he said fuck it, and pulled it out, replacing it with his lips instead
he kissed you hard and sucked the juice clean off your lips, staining his own with the taste of the fruit and of you
you pulled him down along with you onto the fabric, your sticky sugary hands cupping his cheeks and holding him greedily as you kissed him
he moaned into your mouth, his pomegranate stained hands clutching at your soft thighs, traveling up and under your nightgown to spread you open and hike your legs around his hips before ridding himself of his camera
he licked the fruit juice off your chest, groaning as he indulged in your sweet skin
“wanted you for so long,” he breathed out against you, kissing every available inch of skin
“me too,” you whimpered back, grinding up against him
jean fell victim to his impatience and his hunger, impulsively moving to tug your panties off
he devoured your cunt — completely ravenous while grinding against the floor of his attic while he flicked his tongue over your clit
he swiped some of the fruit juice off of your thighs and smeared it over your clit, ducking back down to lick you clean
and when you begged him for his cock? he knew he was a goner
despite how utterly soaked you were, it was a hassle getting him inside you from how fucking huge he is
but he just hovered above you, kissing you lovingly while he rubbed your clit, easing you into taking him
he fucked you with a sense of urgency, like if he moved too slow he’d lose you right before his eyes
you sobbed his name, like a beautiful angel beneath him, glowing from the light peeking in through the cracks of the window, your stained nightgown pooled around you like fallen wings
he clambered for his camera, hoisting one of your legs around his waist while he slowed his thrusts, slowly pounding into you hard as he took photos, making sure to keep your fused lower halves out of the frame
he ripped the neckline of your gown and trickled more juice along your chest and collarbones, snapping a few more photos before discarding the camera once more to eat you alive
you were left laying panting beside him, your body leaking with his cum and fruit juice
and when you could stand without nearly tumbling down, he guided you into the shower and washed you clean, kissing your shoulder gently while delicately gliding the loofah over your body
from then on that was far from the last time you guys had a sex induced photoshoot
and jean couldn’t help but to think back on it the most recent time he had hung out with floch and all their friends at a bar
“it’s getting on my fucking nerves, she never wants to have sex anymore and even when we used to, she was always so… boring, y’know?”
“and she never wanted to do anything freaky. but i bet you and that girl you refuse to introduce us to do some crazy shit though huh?” floch had nudged jeans arm, using his free one to bring the rim of his beer bottle up to his lips
jean thought about the polaroid sitting in his wallet of you spreading your cunt open and letting his cum pour out of your used hole
he shrugged, smiling casually while taking a swig of his beer “nah. not really.”
reiner
you and reiner were… friends… sorta
you used to see each other and go on dates and such
and maybe occasionally hook up
it didn't start off as anything serious at first, it was just casual fun
but then it slowly progressed into something with deeper, more intense feelings
however before it could blossom into its full potential, your shitty ex that you just couldn’t get over came back into the picture, and all that you were beginning to build with reiner drifted away
you liked reiner, you really did, but your ex had such a hold on you that you couldn’t shake off
but reiner really liked you, in fact he never stopped
so when you said you didn’t want to lose him as a friend, he clung to that, figuring that having you in his life any way that he could was worth it
even if he had to watch you get back into a relationship with someone who was no good for you
it was torture, watching you hang off a guy who did not care about you, especially not as much as reiner
but luckily, you continued to hang out with him, even after a dry spell of not seeing each other for a while, presumably because of your stupid boyfriend
he really fucking hates that guy
and reiner hated the fact that you still invited him over to watch movies, always looping your arm with his and resting your head against his shoulder, completely unaware that he’s watching you instead of the movie
and the way you looked at him…
like maybe you still wanted him too
it filled him with false hope that perhaps you did still have feelings for him, and that maybe you’d be able to break free from whatever shackles your shitty bf has on you and be with him instead
what reiner wasn’t aware of, was the fact that you wouldn’t necessarily associate his yearning with false hope…
after getting back with your ex you slowly began to realize the obvious; he ain’t shit!
but isn’t he what you wanted?
why aren’t you satisfied?
maybe because the only time you felt content was with reiner
and as you watched him talk with historia one night at some random club, you found yourself feeling wounded
but you didn’t deserve to be, you had your crappy ex that you wanted sooo bad back in your life, why should you care about what reiner does?
but fuck it! you did care
enough to where you pulled him away from her, giving a half assed excuse that eren was about to drunk–fight jean again and you needed reiner’s help to pull them apart
“alright, where are those two idiots?” reiner had grumbled, searching above your head to find them
you huffed, folding your arms as the alcohol in your system had you feeling both sensitive from watching him talk to an old flame and emboldened to give him a piece of your mind about it
“the only idiot here is you, reiner.” you snapped, and his face screwed up with pure shock, glancing down at you
“I’m sorry – did i miss something?”
“yes! no! i don’t know!” you groaned, face planting into your hands
he said your name softly but confusedly, reaching down to hold your wrists
you pulled away, looking up to glare at him
“you were talking to historia!” you finally exclaimed, and he folded those big…big strong arms of his over his chest, raising a brow
“uh huh. and?”
“you used to be like – in love with her right?” you asked, looking up at him irritatedly
“look, i don’t really see why this is relevant, or why you care so much.” he began to grow irritated with you as well, utterly bewildered with the situation
“because! didn’t you say she broke your heart or whatever? you’ll just get sucked back in with her and get hurt all over again!” you yelled over the music, as if your reasoning was the most obvious thing in the world
he stared at you blankly, shocked at the pure hypocrisy and irony in your words
“alright, i’ll bite,” he exhaled, grabbing your upper arm and pulling you into a quieter area of the club, dragging you like you weighed nothing
“first of all, she didn’t break my heart, it was a small crush back in high school and i was bummed for maybe a week – but you know why it wasn’t a big deal?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at you
“because she’s a lesbian! we were talking about her girlfriend, ymir just now before you got all jealous and pulled me away —”
“whoa, okay, i… i am not jealous reiner,” you laughed nervously, shaking your head
he chuckled sardonically, at his wits end with you
“really?” he stepped closer, trapping you against the back of a booth and with his broad frame
and when you didn’t answer, he just laughed, shaking his head
“i don’t believe you.” he said simply, smiling jeeringly
“and you know what else i don’t believe,” he leaned down, invading your personal space
“i don’t believe that you buy into your own bullshit. because if you really stood by that logic, your boyfriend would be the last guy you’d ever reach out to. but here you are.” his eyes flickered over you with anger and it made your heart ache but embarrassingly enough, it made your cunt ache too
“that’s… that’s different i–”
“no! it’s not! you’re just addicted to the adrenaline that comes with wondering if he’ll fucking remember you exist or not today, you let yourself get walked all over while knowing that…that someone else out there could treat you so much better.”
“oh what, someone like you?” you scoffed, glaring up at him
“yeah.” he answered seriously, staring down at you, caging you in with his presence alone
your mouth went dry and you stayed silent for a moment, not expecting him to have responded so confidently
“prove it.” you said, your voice drowned out by the music, and even though he heard you, he wanted you to say it again
“say that for me one more time.” he bent down lowering his ear to you
you held his broad shoulder, going up on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear
“prove it, reiner.”
oh and he absolutely did
he dragged you to the bathrooms and locked the door behind him, damning everyone in the club to only rely on one bathroom for the night
he hauled you up and on top of one of the sinks and pressed you against the mirror, cupping your face in his large hands and pulling you in for a heated kiss
he moaned in your mouth, nearly bruising a kiss into you, wanting for you to feel him whenever your boyfriend tried to kiss you
“you’re so unfair,” he groaned, trailing burning kisses down the side of your throat
“one second you want him, the next you maybe want me,” he murmured between planting his lips hotly and firmly along your throat and collarbones
“i need you to tell me what you want. now.” he uttered lowly, looking up at you from beneath your chest, his warm palms curled over your hips pleadingly
you cupped his face, leaning down towards him
“i want you reiner.”
and he gave you all of him, with his hips flush to your ass, fucking you from the back while he forced you to watch yourself get impaled over and over on his cock in the mirror
his hand splayed tightly over your womb, pressing down while the other gripped the sink, his chin in your shoulder while he kissed desperately into your neck
he fucked you as if it were the first and last time, wanting to fuck the shape of his cock into you, knowing your stupid bf would never fit the mold his fat cock left in you
“i love you,” he moaned shakily into your skin, traveling between your grinding bodies to rub your clit while he fucked you, pushing your legs further apart to give himself better access
your panties grew slightly taut around your calves from the way you had to part your legs, breathless from the perfect, fluid motions of his hips and from his declaration, your heart soaring with adoration
“i love you,” you cried out, and he nearly came in you the second he heard you say it back
all night patrons from the club banged on the door and both of your phones were blowing up, but neither of you cared in that moment
all you cared about was being with reiner and how fucking good it felt to have sex with someone again who actually valued you and your pleasure
from then on you paid as little attention to your bf as he did you, always too engrossed with reiner to give a shit as to what he was off doing
reiner had been making up for all the lost time you two had from your lack of sex due to you getting back together with your ex
and he made you cum more times than that loser ever did
he’d eat your pussy upstairs at house parties while your boyfriend searched for you downstairs, completely unaware you were sobbing another man’s name while his was completely devoid in your mind
you could never seem to get out of reiner’s bed
not when he’d cradle you from behind and rove his warm hands over your body languidly while his hips moved into yours, filling your cunt like no one else ever has, pushing into your g-spot while his fingers worked your clit
he’d whisper how beautiful you look laying beside him like this, how fucking good you feel while he takes you
and sometimes he’d shed his gentleness after having to be in the same vicinity as your asshole bf for too long
he’d be fucking you just like that, where he was your big spoon and was cradling you lovingly, but then he’d shift around and push you onto your stomach, his hands squeezing and groping your ass, spreading you open to watch himself pound into you
“tell me you’re mine — lemme hear it,” he’d grunt, slamming his hips into your ass
you’d sob, clawing at his sheets while you laid there, feeling his cock slide into you relentlessly, almost angrily
“i-i’m yours reiner, yours!” you’d hiccup through a series of wobbly moans, the forcefulness of his cock fucking into you rendering your speech to come out a little garbled
“yeah? is that what you tell him?” he’d hiss, pulling out all the way only to slam back in
“n-no j-just you, m’all yours, only yours!”
reiner came in you hard, surprising himself with how much cum he pumped inside you
when he pulled out, he held you close to his chest, feeling how your heart raced with his
when both of your breathing had steadied, he finally broached the topic of you leaving your boyfriend
he expressed how he was worried you hadn’t left him yet because you were still in love with him, and not with reiner
you promised that it wasn’t the case at all, and that you only loved him, reiner . your sweet doting reiner
it’s just that you sincerely pushed your bf so far back into your mind you forgot you had to sever things officially and not just ghost each other
the conversation ultimately concluded with you agreeing to break up with him the next day
after it was all said and done you came back to his place, at last freed from the shackles of your stupid boyfriend
that night you two had sex with a condom, and you were confused as to why he wanted to, considering you guys always did it raw
“i just won’t have time to get you plan b tomorrow angel, i’m sorry, i promise i’ll make it up to you.”
in reality he just wanted to save the condom so he could throw it into the box filled with the stuff you planned to give back to your ex
your ex was confused when he saw reiner be the one to hand him the box full of his stuff, and was especially confused as to why reiner was smiling so hard the whole time
“left a little somethin’ extra in there for you man. from me and her.”
“i got a man but i want you, it’s just nerves, it’s just dick, makin’ me think about someone new.”
fucking your precious boyfriend on a scouting mission because he can’t keep his hands off of you
request summary. I would like to request a reiner × reader smut fic where they’re already in a relationship. I’m thinking something along the lines of him fully dressed, grinding against her and begging her, but she ignores him until she breaks too and rides him. but he’s so much closer than her, so he keeps telling her to slow down cuz he’ll cum so soon. the rest is up to your interpretation. does he cum first? is he forced to cum twice? does he cum at all?
content. afab!reader, established relationship, dry humping, pathetic reiner, soft sex
oh, reiner … your gorgeous, big, needy boyfriend. you’re at an encampment somewhere in the middle of the forest with the scout regiment, and it has to be past midnight at this point.
but he’s there, whining and whimpering, holding you close with his handsome face buried in your neck and his big hands all over you. he’s always so needy, but only if you’re okay with it. he immediately backs off if you show any sort of hesitation, but it’s not often that you do — you’re both desperate for comfort.
“reiner, baby, you okay?”
he shakes his head, pulling you closer into his strong chest. he’s behind you, cuddled up in the blankets with you on the cold ground, trying to make the best of the sleeping situation. you were lucky enough to snag a tent with him and he’s been glued to you the entire night.
“I don’t need much, baby, just look at me, please,” he begs, so softly, and you turn your face to look at him. your noses gently brush against each other while your long lashes flit up to meet his gaze.
“hm?”
he exhales a sweet little moan once your eyes meet, his pretty golden irises shimmering with love and affection. he grips you even tighter.
he is so pathetically in love with you that this is really all it that takes for him sometimes. your intoxicating scent, sweet voice, the soft eye contact, any sort of acknowledgement and validation. you don’t even have to touch him, just being there is enough.
he’s fully hard now, grinding against you. “is this okay?”
“yeah, baby, m’just too sleepy … we have to be up at sunrise again tomorrow, but do whatever you want.”
he groans against your neck. “I love you so much, angel, it makes my heart fucking hurt. so perfect for me.”
“yeah? you’re such a good boy, reiner.”
he chokes out a soft cry, and you’d be lying if you tried to say that you weren’t getting a bit worked up, but you’re exhausted. he’s softly pawing at your stomach and hips, crying and sniffling. he’s just so fucking big, his warm hands traveling along your pretty body, and his big, heavy length slotted against you.
“you love me, don’t you? please tell me that you love me, baby.”
“I love you, reiner.”
he sighs, his heart pounding in his chest. you kiss him softly, one of his hands gently wrapping around your throat, the other pushing your hips back into his and holding you there. he’s rubbing against you in long strokes, humping against your thighs and ass. the friction from the clothes does feel good, but he desperately wants to touch your skin.
while you’re distracted by his mouth, his fingers pull at your pajamas and slip into your panties. you moan against his lips, so close that you’re stealing each other’s breaths. he rubs your clit so softly, in gentle circles, just enough for your cunt to start dripping around his fingertips. after a moment, you push his hand away and he whines.
“shhhh, just focus on yourself.” you reassure him as you turn away, still mostly preoccupied with sleep. “n-need, please.” he whispers, on the verge of tears. “yeah? you need my pussy, baby?” you take his hand in yours again, and you’re so much smaller than him. you guide his hand back into your panties, gently placing your fingers over top of his while he whimpers and humps you harder.
he’s close, but he’s having second thoughts about cumming in his pants and making such a mess this fucking late. he slips his pajamas off, turning you onto your stomach and fucking your perfect thighs while rubbing your clit. he’s practically laying on top of you, his face still in your neck and you’re both panting and moaning into the pillows — it’s desperate, messy, and rushed, but it feels so fucking good.
“reiner, just—” you breathe, hardly able to think. at first, you didn’t care about finishing, but now it’s all you can think about. “just let me fuck you, baby, please, just lay down.”
“nnnn,” he whines, “I’m gonna cum, angel, please, I can’t—”
“rei, baby, be good, just listen to me.”
he swallows hard, pouting, but of course he’s going to listen to you. he’s your good boy.
he lets you settle on top of him, his toes curling and his eyes nearly crossing as soon as you sink down onto his thick cock. your warm, tight pussy gets caught on his rosy head due to the lack of prep, and you softly fuck yourself on it until you can slip further down his length. he lets out a cry, covering his mouth, biting his hand to keep quiet.
you normally need to be prepped much more because he’s so big, but you need him fast and you need him now. it’ll always be a struggle to fit him, and his gentle fingering didn’t really open you up much. your brows knit together as you bite your lip in concentration, planting your dainty hands onto his chest, your little pussy fluttering as she swallows him down inch by inch.
“reiner .. it’s too fucking big,” you pout, riding him as best as you can in deep, languid strokes that you can feel in your tummy.
“I know, m’so sorry, baby. I’ll eat your pussy for hours next time, I’m sorry, I just needed you so fucking bad tonight.” he sighs, breathless.
he lets you fuck him like this, one hand resting behind his head and the other on your waist, his muscles clenching and shimmering in the soft candlelight. he thinks that you’re the most gorgeous thing in the world, and he can’t believe how lucky he is to let you use him like this, to be allowed the privilege of pleasing you .. which makes him realize that he should be the one doing the work.
“doin’ so good for me, c’mere, pretty girl.” he whispers, softly laying you onto his chest, his hands guiding your hips to ride him. he knows how sleepy you are, and he just wants you to sit there and take it like his perfect little cocksleeve. and god, are you good at it; just whining and crying and praising him, softly digging your nails into his muscular chest while you lick and suck at his neck, brushing against his sensitive nipples every so often, making him whimper and lose control.
you’re absolutely soaked now, which lets him pound you hard as he easily slips in and out of your pretty hole. he’s so gentle and sweet in the way he touches you, but not in the way that he’s fucking you right now. he can tell that you’re close, and he’s surprised that he’s held out this long. your pussy is squeezing around him like your life depends on it, and you’re fucked out, mewling about how deep he is and how fucking good he feels.
“shhhh, baby, just cum for me, please.” he pleads so softly, taking his thumb to rub your little sweet spot to help you out. “good fucking girl, that’s it.” he feels you clench down hard as you cum on his big cock, and he has to pull out right that second or he’s going to fill you up. the pit of your stomach is hot, all molten lust that pours out of you while you shiver and clench around nothing, and he replaces two of his thick fingers right where he was inside of you so that he can help fuck you through it.
you’re sobbing, wetting his chest with warm tears, grasping at him and you feel ropes of hot, thick cum coat his abs where you’re on top of him. reiner groans and cries your name, holding you close as he quietly shushes you, still rubbing his gorgeous, massive, needy cock against your stomach just to overstim himself against your soft skin.
he kisses your pretty face all over, and you’re already falling asleep again because you’re so comfy and content. he grabs a worn shirt of his and cleans up before slipping on fresh clothes, trying his best not to stir you. he doesn’t care about any sticky mess on himself; he just wants you to be comfortable and warm for the night. he sighs, softly kissing your cheek as he holds you close. reiner looks at you with all of the love in the world, rubbing your back and threading his scarred fingers through your hair.
“love you, angel girl.”
yeah, he plans to wake you up with head in the morning as thanks for putting up with him when he gets like this.
先輩 ⸻ written by senpai with love
notes. reiner, you’ll always be famous :3
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Your Saturday nights are so calm and quiet now, just sitting in your couch with a good show, maybe a face mask and some chips. There's no man in the other side of the couch whining about how needy he is or complaining about how hot your apartment is. There's no man trying to bury his face in your neck while you hug him. It's just you and the nice show you were excited to see.
At least for a moment.
Around 11 p.m you hear two knocks in your door, sheepish and shy, like whoever was outside was scared of seeing you.
And he should be. Because when you open the door, you can't help to loudly groan.
"Reiner, for the love of god." You try to push the door back, but he stops it with just one hand.
"Baby, please," he whines softly. His hands are already close to grab your waist.
"Don't baby me, Reiner. It's the third time this week."
He's already making his way inside your apartment, closing the door behind his back and dropping to his knees right in front of you.
You sigh deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose as you stare down at the massive blond man currently on his knees in your living room.
Reiner’s broad shoulders are slumped, his head bowed so his forehead almost touches your thighs. His hands hover desperately near your legs, not quite daring to grab without permission, but close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his palms.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he whispers, he’s been crying for hours. “I tried, baby, I really tried to stay away tonight. I sat in my car for forty minutes just… staring at your window. I thought if I waited long enough maybe the feeling would go away, but it just got worse. Everything feels wrong without you.”
You fold your arms, trying to look unaffected even though the sight of him like this (six-foot-something of pure muscle reduced to a sniveling mess on your floor) does something twisted to your stomach.
“Reiner, you need to leave. We’re done.”
He shakes his head frantically, blond hair falling into his eyes. When he looks up at you, his face is flushed, eyes glassy and red-rimmed. Tears are already threatening to spill over.
“I know what you said,” he chokes out, “but you don’t understand. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. Last night I woke up reaching for you and when you weren’t there I...” His breath hitches, and he actually presses his face against your thigh this time, muffling his words. “I felt like I was dying. Please… please just let me stay for a little while. I’ll be good, I'll be so good. I won’t complain about anything or ask for anything. I just need to be near you.”
His arms finally give in and wrap around your legs, holding you in place with that terrifying strength he never seems to use against you, only to cling like a lifeline. He’s nuzzling into you now, shameless and desperate, lips brushing the fabric of your pants as he keeps whispering.
“I miss your voice. I miss the way you smell. I miss when you’d let me put my head in your lap and you’d play with my hair even when you pretended to be annoyed… I’m sorry for everything. I’ll change, I swear. Just don’t make me go back to that empty apartment. I’ll do anything.”
He pulls back just enough to look up at you again, cheeks wet, lower lip trembling. He’s one rejection away from completely breaking down.
“Baby… please. I’m begging you. I’m already on my knees. What else do you want me to do? Tell me and I’ll do it. Don’t send me away tonight. I don’t think I can survive it.”
His grip on your legs tightens just a fraction, not painful, but possessive in a needy and broken way. The whiny edge in his voice has gone softer like he’s been repeating these same words to himself in the mirror for days.
You can feel his heartbeat hammering against your shin.
He really is a pathetic little mess.
And he’s not moving until you decide what to do with him.
⟣ ⸺ how they like to fuck ! ( ft. jean, reiner & porco ) 𝜗𝜚
JEAN KIRSTEIN
he is an eater, definitely. he will take his sweet time munching you, savoring the feeling of your arousal.
he doesn’t care if he gets messy, he likes it that way. your wetness going down his chin? yeah, leave it that way.
he can definitely cum just by eating you out but he would prefer not to.
he likes leaving bites and hickeys all over your thighs where no one can see, he enjoys having that just for him.
he also knows how long he is, so he makes sure to open you well for him, scissoring his fingers deep into your cunt, making sure to make space for himself, but it’s still never enough.
“you’re still so tight, love. you sure you can take all of me? hm?”
you nod aggressively, duh.
he loves calling you sweet names, doesn’t matter if he’s saying sweet praise or the filthiest words to your ear.
depends on the mood he’s in, you get a soft dom, or the dirtiest dom ever.
“look at you, you’re so beautiful sweetheart, you like it there? yeah? mhm.” or “such a dirty slut, you like grinding on my cock like that? yeah? i’m sure you do, you’re dripping. god, you’re making a mess, like a pretty bitch in heat.”
he grips your flesh so tightly you feel like it could totally leave a bruise, though it doesn’t most of the time. he just loves feeling you up.
for some reason, kissing you turns him on a lot. tongue intertwined with yours, teeth clashing against each other, moans and filthy groans escaping both of you. he loves it. especially when you get all desperate for him when he kisses you like that.
of course, he likes getting head from you, but would prefer doing other stuff over it.
but when you do give him head, he looses it. he’s thrusting up into your mouth making you gag. he’s quick to apologize though, he didn’t mean it, he just got a little too excited :(
he runs his cock between your folds, gathering all your slickness and groaning at the way you twitch when his head kisses your clit.
he’s actually jealous and possessive, even when he plays dumb most of the time—he thinks it’s too embarrassing, he would rather die that admit it—but when he gets inside your pussy, he can’t help the words escaping him, the need to claim.
“who’s pussy is this? hm?” “all mine, this is all mine.” “other guys could only dream about having you like this.” “answer me when i’m talking to you, doll. who do you belong to?” “see? you’re dripping for me, that’s because your body knows you’re all mine.”
when he’s jealous his sex is ten times better.
he started catching up on you trying to get him jealous on purpose though…
he has a lot of stamina, can go hours just enjoying your body.
he will start with slow deliberate thrusts, letting you feel all of him; but he gets pussy drunk really quickly, and his movements become sloppy and messy.
he doesn’t care about making sound, he groans, he moans, he talks. all of it.
he gets louder when you’re on top though.
he doesn’t let you take control most of the time, it’s not like he’s against it, it just doesn’t happen sometimes.
when you can take control, it’s when you’re riding him.
he will whine for you to move faster, his hands digging into your waist as he begs for you to let him cum. inside you if it’s possible.
breeding kink 100%
he just loves the thought of claiming you like that.
“yeah baby, gonna fill you up, okay?” “will you let me do that? please?” “i’m gonna stuff you so full, it’ll be dripping out for days, love.” “you would be an amazing mommy, y’know?”
let some dirty talk slip from your lips and he will cum in that second, he tries to stop it though. he just gets really riled up by the thought of you being so dirty.
your pleasure it’s the most important thing for him, if you’re not liking something he will change everything just for you to be on cloud nine.
his movements are calculated most of the time, his thumb rubs your clit with the right pleasure and his other hand plays with your tits just the way you like it.
he wants you to cum first, always; but there are times where he can’t control himself and comes first, but he makes sure to make it up to you immediately.
he makes sure you’re clean and comfortable before he immediately falls asleep, he was doing most of the work after all.
but if you wake him up because you need something, he will do it without second thought or complaint.
he loves cuddling you after everything, muttering about how much he loves you even half asleep <3
REINER BRAUN
your favorite pretty boy out here.
what he enjoys the most it’s watching you enjoy yourself with him. so no matter what you do, as long as you’re moaning his name, he will be enjoying himself.
praising kink 100%
i mean just look at him.
“you’re so sensitive, rei?” you whisper, he’s nodding, he’s whimpering, he’s grasping you like he’s gonna die if he doesn’t “but you’re my good boy, right? you’re gonna hold it in so i can take more of this pretty cock, right?” he almost came that second butttt he didn’t, he deserves a prize, right? :)
he’s a good boy fr.
he absolutely loves when you’re riding him, he loves watching your tits bounce and your face contracted in pleasure as you take him so good.
sometimes he will thrust up into you to enjoy watching your eyes roll back as you tell him how big he is.
he’s a tittie boy, size doesn’t matter. he loves holding onto them, putting them into his mouth, making hickeys on them, feeling your nipples harden under his tongue.
size kink 100%, too.
he enjoys watching his cock slowly enter your pussy; and it doesn’t matter how wet you are or how much time he spend opening you up with his fingers, he still has to take it slow, even when he wants to just thrust completely into your sweet heat.
he’s a thick boy.
sometimes he will carry you to bounce you on top of his cock, just because he can.
he just likes knowing he has that kind of advantage over you.
the fact that he loves having you in control doesn’t mean he lets you do all the job, nope.
he will take matters into his own hands and start pleasuring you the way he just knows will make you cum in less than ten minutes.
but he also loves having you guide him.
“mhm, curl your fingers for me a little, rei.” your hand tugged softly at his hair, and he groaned at it “just like that, good boy.”
“go deeper, rei. want you to fill me up completely.” he gulps “y-you sure?” and when he sees you nodding so eagerly he can’t help himself.
he just enjoys feeling like he can’t do wrong if you’re guiding him like you want him.
yeah….
and don’t be fooled, just because he has a praising kink doesn’t mean he doesn’t also have a degradation kink.
and maybe he’s a bit of a masochist too.
he just grew up believing he wasn’t deserving of nice things, and it’s deep rooted into his mind.
he wants you to slap him, choke him, bite him, dig your nails into his skin, tease him until he’s a whimpering mess.
(because yeah, he whimpers and cries)
he really loves the filth you whisper against his ear.
“no, rei. you don’t get to cum yet. be good.” he nods, even when he’s whining from overstimulation “look at you, you’re such a slut for me rei, aren’t you? i can feel you twitching inside, you like it when i choke you?” he nods again, because yeah.
he enjoys your degradation the most because you’re kinda sweet when you do it.
if he’s starts sobbing you will stop everything to ask him softly if he’s alright, when he tells you to keep going you go back at it ten times meaner.
he loves it.
he loves folding you like a chair and thrusting into you because 1: he gets to see your face, 2: he gets to see your tits bouncing, 3: it gets him in so deep.
“mff— tell me how much you like it, honey, please.” he begs, he needs to hear he’s doing well even when his cock is taking away your ability to speak.
most guys wouldn’t even consider begging, but he begs with no shame.
he whimpers as he asks your to please take him completely.
you want him to call you mommy? ma’am? you got it. anything you want as long as you keep his cock in your pussy.
he’s a needy boy. but like, all the damn time.
he just loves you so much he gets so horny even with one touch of your hand against his leg T-T
doesn’t matter if you two are in a die or live situation, if he gets you on the same futon he will be grinding into your ass and begging you to slip your panties to the side.
it’s not that he likes doing it in public, it’s just he doesn’t mind doing it wherever he gets riled up.
he will get you behind some random barrels to get you to suck his cock.
it’s hard to keep him quiet though. he’s so damn loud.
and he loves, loves, loves when you give him head!
he enjoys watching your pretty mouth barely being able to take all of him, but he still tries to get it all in.
and you love to feel him twitch inside your mouth when your tongue runs over his slit, or how his thighs tremble and knees buckle because it’s so much pleasure he just can’t take it.
but he’s so sweet, he’s always apologizing for getting too excited, for being too much, for wanting you all the time.
maybe he just does it for you to reassure him he’s the best boy you ever had.
he enjoys cockwarming too.
aftercare king, yes sir.
he wants to make sure you’re okay, comfortable and relieved. if you’re suddenly craving something that’s an hour away he will go get it. no complaints, no questions asked.
after everything he always wants you to hold him close against your chest, running your hands through his hair.
and don’t forget the sweet praise about how good he was for you, that’s a must, okay?
PORCO GALLIARD
he’s mean, really. and a freak too.
everything you could possibly do during sex, you’ve probably done it.
he would never do anything without your consent though.
porco likes to try new things as long as he always gets to be the one in charge.
because yeah, you’re not dominating this man even if they paid him to do it.
he loves having control of everything, of how loud you moan, how much you tremble and how quick he can make you cum.
he gets off on knowing he’s doing so good for you.
he needs to feel needed for you.
and that’s why he loves teasing you.
“trembling already, pretty? don’t tell me you can’t give me one more, hm?” as he continues rubbing your clit with his thumb, two fingers deep into your core.
he really enjoys overstimulating you, but he will stop if it’s too much, of course.
“damn, you sure you can’t take it anymore? you’re clenching me so tight, it’s almost like you want to keep me there, baby.”
as i said, he’s mean. he spanks your ass so hard it leaves a red mark for the rest of the day and he leaves your pussy so sensitive that even a small touch makes you whimper.
sometimes he feels like he has all the time in the world, so he will make you cum at least two times before he puts his cock into you.
his hands are always over you, he squeezes your throat, grips your ass and tits, holds your waist so tightly it leaves small fingertips against your skin, he puts two fingers into your mouth, making you choke in them as he fucks you silly.
he loves using all of you. he comes so hard whenever he fucks your tits, it’s just so pleasant for him to see, and when you do that thing with tongue darting out to lick his tip? yeah he’s gone.
also a thigh fucker.
“my god, baby. you’re dripping down on me, i bet you wish my cock would slip into your needy pussy, right?”
dirty talker for sure.
it’s all about the control, you know? he feels like normally there’s always someone better than him, but here in your bed he knows he’s the only one for you.
absolutely loves getting head from you.
make it sloppy as he fucks your throat, grip his thighs, cry and drool on him. he wants all of it.
and make sure to swallow it when he comes, but show him your tongue with his seed first!
he’s such a filthy but permissive dom. you want something? you’re getting it. as long as it’s under his rules.
he loves watching you touch yourself.
he will make you fuck yourself with your fingers as he does nothing but watch you and sit handsomely.
and he wants you to beg for him to fuck you.
he has the patience of a saint, he can go hours waiting for you to beg for him even when he’s straining against his pants.
there’s just one thing that can break him though: you crying.
he’s into dacryphilia, so damn much.
(he always makes sure you’re crying from pleasure and not from hurt)
he just loves how your pretty eyes spill fat tears down your cheeks as his cock is deep into your gummy spot.
he also loves biting you, all of you. he wants to leave marks and hickeys all over you, it’s his way of claiming you.
he’s very possessive, and it shows when he fucks you.
just like jean, his sex is ten times better when he’s jealous, but unlike jean he always makes sure you know he’s jealous.
“you really thought you could talk to that guy like that? huh? are you a slut, baby? tell me.” “look how you’re sucking my dick, baby. no one else could fuck you like this.” “you’re fucking mine, i don’t want you talking to any other guy, just me.” “do you like making me jealous? you like when i fuck you like the slut you are?”
after you two are done, he always makes sure everything is in place and that you’re all good—especially after trying new stuff.
after a quick nap, he normally wants to go for round two. he just absolutely loves fucking you >.<
perhaps reiner fucking you softly with his hand clamped over your mouth 👀 with aftercare 👀👀
You can't stay quiet when your hunky boyfriend Reiner is the one fucking you
"Shh, sweetheart." Reiner's breath was hot in your ear, his cock deep in your cunt.
Tears welled in your eyes. His pretty cock was stretching you sooooo wide, you just couldn't take it anymore, dangerously close to cumming.
But it was late and Jean was asleep in the room next to Reiner's; a shared apartment was certainly not ideal for late-night fucking.
Reiner rolled his hips forwards--slow and languid, eliciting another loud moan from your throat. He sighed, but was clearly amused by how you couldn't stay quiet while he was inside you.
Reiner clamped his strong hand over your mouth, trying to be as gentle as a man his size could be. Closing your eyes, you decided to let Reiner take over the moment.
He thrusted forwards again, going as carefully as he could. Your moans were muffled by his hand, but could still be heard by him.
"Quiet, baby." Reiner's body was shuddering above you, just as close as you were.
You lost it when his thick tip hit up against your g-spot. Biting down on Reiner's hand, you came with a muffled, yet still loud, cry.
He helped you ride your orgasm out, eventually finishing inside your cunt with a low groan. Reiner removed his hand, pulling out.
“I’ll be right back.” He whispered, leaving the room for a minute, coming back with a warm, wet washcloth. He climbed back into bed, cleaning in between your legs.
Leaning your head against the pillow, you’re almost drifting off as Reiner cleans you up, only brought back into the moment when he pulls you into his side s few minutes later.
“You’re so loud.” Reiner mumbles into your hair, rubbing your back and enveloping you with his arms. You mumble something incoherent into his chest, a small blush on your cheeks.
Reiner chuckles, pulling you impossibly closer. “That’s not a bad thing.”
His words barely register in your mind before you’ve passed out in Reiner’s arms, chest slowly rising and falling. Reiner smiles, giving you a kiss on the head before falling asleep himself.
your boyfriend came home late, the smell of earth and rain clinging to him. you didn’t get to protest your frustrations before he kneeled before you, spreading you open for him.
“missed this, mmm,” he hummed against your clothed cunt, the vibrations making you arch your back against the soft mattress.
one of his hand slipped under your flimsy nightgown, going to your breasts. he licked a strip across your panties, right over the small wet patch. when he noticed how full and swollen your clit already was, straining against the fabric, he leaned in and grazed his teeth lightly against the bud.
you cried out, your stomach caving in from the sharp shooting pleasure.
“so sensitive, baby, so wet for me,” he spoke against your pussy. “tell me, do you want my mouth, my fingers, or my cock?”
he twirled your nipple with his fingers, looking up at you through his work glasses, his suit jacket still on.
the sight of him between your legs like that made a small whine leave your lips.
he pinched your nipple, making you cry out.
“use your words. let me hear it.”
“a-all, i want all of you. please,” you whimpered out, heart thundering against your chest.
“hmm, good girl. always so good for me,” he pushes your panties to the side, exposing your glistening pussy to the air.
he groaned at the sight, spreading your lips open as more juices flowed down your inner thighs.
“look at this pretty pussy. the prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen. are you gonna let me eat it? gonna let me feast on you?”
he watched as your hole clenched around nothing.
“ah, look at you. poor baby, needs something to clench around.”
he shoved his tongue in your pussyhole, and your hands went to his hair, pressing yourself against his face.
he moaned, delighted at your taste.
his tongue slithered back up and teased your swollen clit, before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves. he sucked harshly, mouth moving against your cunt as he held your thighs open.
his nose brushed against your clit with every pull of his mouth. you bucked your hips into his face as he devoured you, his tongue flicking with abnormal speed against your nub, before he sucked harder, drawing out a loud whine from your throat.
you couldn’t hold it any longer as you fell off the edge, orgasm crashing into you in waves.
you thighs shook, body shaking—but he wasn’t done.
he plunged two fingers, mouth still latched onto you, lapping at the walls clenching and unclenching from hypersensitivity.
you rode his face frantically, tugging at his hair. when he scissored his fingers, spreading you open, your back bowed off the mattress.
his glasses fogged up as he returned his tongue to lap at your cunt like a hungry man who hasn’t had a proper meal in weeks.
the pressure built again, your walls squeezing painfully around his thick fingers, and right before you came again, he plunged a third finger into you.
you screamed his name as you came. he groaned into you as his tongue soothed against your swollen clit, riding you through your orgasm, until you slumped back into the bed, chest heaving, body shaking.
“i’m not done yet, sweetheart,” he stood up from his place, his chin wet as he licked his fingers clean. he moaned at your taste.
his hands unbuckled his belt, and freed his thick cock.
“you wanted all of me, baby, and you’re gonna take it. you’re gonna take all of me.”
precum leaked down his cock, and he stroked himself once, twice, smearing his slick over the mushroom tip.
you spread your legs wide for him, and he positioned himself right against your pussy. he rubbed the blunt head at your soaking folds, mixing your juices together.
“fuck, look at us. this cock was made for you,”
and with one deep thrust, he sank balls-deep into you. you arched against him, mouth falling open at the stretch, burning deliciously. his hand returned to your breast, tugging your nipple in time with his thrusts, fucking deep into you.
“oh fuck, yes! just like that!”
his other hand went to your throat; not constricting, but holding you, making you look at him as he pounded into your cunt.
he was still wearing his suit jacket. the smell of rain mixed with sex—it was all too much.
“feel that? feel how deep i am inside of you?”
he slowed his thrusts, and pressed on your lower stomach. you threw your head back.
“big…you’re so big, oh fuck…”
he caged you between his arms then, as he pounded into you, rolling his hips again and again. his hips angled as he hit that sweet spot in you with every thrust.
your legs went around his waist, nails digging into his back as he caught you in a sloppy kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure.
when his pace faltered, you felt his cock twitch inside you. he buried himself to the hilt, and you convulsed around him, coming for him for the third time.
his cock pulsed as he spilled inside you, hot cum flooding your walls, the sensation almost making you pass out.
“oh fuck, oh yes, cum inside me…”
your cunt milked him dry, and you clenched around him one last time until he collapsed against you.
— sylus, zayne, caleb, xavier, rafayel, levi ackerman, erwin smith, eren jaeger, jean kirstein, reiner braun, kenny ackerman, armin arlert, zeke jaeger, miche zacharius, higuruma, nanami keto, toji, gojo satoru, geto suguru, choso, yuta okkotsu, ryomen sukuna, megumi fushiguro, mahito, toge inumaki, denji, aki hayakawa, kishibe, hirofumi yoshida, giyuu tomioka, simon riley, miguel o’hara, giyomei himejima, ken sato, kyojuro rengoku, muzan kibutsuji, akaza, tengen uzui, jason todd, dick grayson, bruce wayne, clark kent, san, mingi, wonho, bang chan, shota aizawa, roronoa zoro, jungkook, taehyung, kim namjoon, sunghoon, jake, yeonjun, soobin
a/n: hi, if you’ve read this far first of all thank you so much for reading! please check out my pinned post if you have time to spare, i’m currently in a very bad spot in my life financially, so i have commissions open! <3
Big boy Reiner overstimulating himself just so you can use him
─ ˚₊⊹ᰔ Overstimulation, breeding, rei has a big dick!
“That’s it baby…ride your dick it’s all–fuck! It’s all yours…” he grunted weakly, big hands gripping your waist as if that’ll help him not roll his eyes to the back of his skull.
For the past hour you’ve riding him like he’s your own personal dildo.
Was this what he envisioned when you asked if he can help you destress? Hell no. Was he complaining? Hell no.
“You’re so big baby, can feel you in my tummy…” you sighed out as you kept bouncing, falling in love with the way his fat tip kept hitting that spot just right. The outline of his bulge rutting into you just turned on you even more.
You could only see the white parts of Reiner’s eyes as he tried his best to keep going for you. He already came from a quick, low effort blowjob beforehand. (Can you blame him? He’s really been missing you lately) and despite the fact that his dick felt raw, the feel of your cunt squeezing and clenching onto him, your juices leaking down to his balls and onto the soaked sheets, made his dick rise up again. He fucking loved being used by you.
“Fuck fuck fuck! M’cumming Rei!” your cunt spasms around him again and he couldn’t help but let out a deep, guttural moan from his hoarse throat as he gripped your hips while also gripping the sheets.
“A-ahh ohh fuck!” strings of moans filled the room as Reiner filled you up for the third time again. His hips were bucking into you, his face was flushed red with sweat coating his forehead and—was he crying?
Despite big boy being heavily spent from those, his load of cum remained as thick as ever. Guess those breeder balls never run out.
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ — Clearing my drafts out. Too lazy 2 go and pickup my laptop at the store… (◞‸◟；)
what the aot men think about when they touch themselves ₊˚⋆
﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵
CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY, mentions of your sex life with the boys, masturbation, lots of jerking off obvi, these boys are freaks, heavy petting, mentions of blowjobs, fingering, handjobs, face fucking, non consensual photo taking, mentions of non consensual phone sex (reader is unaware), pillow humping, armin is kind of a perv im not sorry, brief mentions of oral f!receiving/cum eating if you squint, mommy kink, shower sex, slight size kink, light cum tribute if you squint, slight public masturbation, overstimulation, unprotected sex and creampies
TRIGGER WARNINGS : there are mentions in one of the scenarios with the boys where he took photos of you without your consent, as well as one sided phone sex where the reader is unaware it is happening, besides that i can't think of anything else but if there's smth i missed pls lmk !
includes : eren, armin, jean, reiner, connie, levi and erwin
word count : 5k
what's playing : love to love you, baby by donna summer
a/n : happy late birthday to me ! this is just pure self indulgence as a bday gift to myself but i still wanted to share nonetheless hehe. i hope you all enjoy, if you do pls lmk in the comments bc your guys' love means everything to me <3
eren (๑•﹏•)
contrary to popular belief, eren doesn’t jerk off a lot
his depravity runs deep that’s for sure, he’s got a plentiful imagination that can easily aid him in his alone time
and yet he never really puts it to use often
unless he’s extremely pent up or so bored that nothing else seems interesting enough except for masturbating
and when he began dating you, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, finally having obtained a beautiful, perfect outlet to release his pent up energy into
why would he spill over his knuckles when he could just do it inside of you?
but when you’re far and gone from him, and when he misses you too much to bare…
he’s not above jerking off while thinking about you
if anything he thinks it’s romantic
and depending on the severity of his desire and the amount of patience he has or lack thereof, the scenarios shift around
if the hunger for you is a slow burn, one that lightly simmers throughout the day until it bubbles over into an explosion of burning heat inside him, then he’ll start off slow, making himself horny without even realizing it
like when you had to go out of town for a week to visit a sick family member, his mind kept lingering on the last kiss you two shared before you were off
how you went up on your tippy toes, your hands cupped around his jaw as you kissed him deeply, tilting your head and angling into him with a soft moan of contentment in his mouth
you pulled away, resting your forehead to his, a little breathy giggle falling from your lips and fanning over his, like you caught the way you were losing yourself in the kiss for just a second too long
you gave him another peck as you began to pull away, your hand faltering from his jaw, down to his chest, drawing out your touch before you left
he kept thinking about it, replaying it over and over in his mind, his stomach fluttering at the thought of how your breasts felt pressed to his chest, how you were the one who deepened the kiss and held his face close to yours, how a fucking moan slipped from you and all he did was kiss you
and his mind trickled over into the obscene, and he imagined pushing you up against the door, one hand around your jaw, forcing you to look at him, and the other locking the door behind you
he’d have cupped your pussy over your pants and rubbed your clit with the heel of his palm, watching how you crumble so quickly and spread your legs for him
then he’d unzip your pants and flip you around, tugging your jeans just under your ass, making the already plump flesh swell from the material bunched beneath it
his hand would slide under the sweater you had on and he’d be greeted with the lack of a bra, and he’d grope and squeeze your breasts while fingering your soaked cunt, forcing you to kiss him while he fucked you on his fingers
then in his mind, he’d have you jerk him off, while in reality he was fucking his fist, desperately pretending it was your soft hand wrapped around him
he’d try and really sell the fantasy for himself, squirting lotion into his palm and warming it up before going right back to it, the vision behind his closed eyes extending the scene into him fucking you up against the door, burying himself deep into you and rolling his hips against your ass, never fully pulling out, just shifting enough to provide you both the much needed friction
he’d be moaning in your shared bed, his heavy eyes parting just to glance over at your side, wishing you were there while he pictured your naked body, groaning heavily as he focused on your presence even if you weren’t there
he’d finish to the thought of filling you to the hilt, stuffing you full of cock while he cums in you, each spurt inside you making you completely full of him
he’d be shuddering your name as he came, murmuring in broken sentences of “fu..fuckin’ mine,” and “my girl, my girl,”
and then when he’s impatient his fantasies shed their gentle nature
(as if the original one had much to begin with)
his go to is pushing you on your knees and fucking your face
despite how fucking bad he wants to absolutely fuck your throat, he holds back because he loves you and he knows he’s well endowed, and if he took you the way he really wanted to…
suffice to say he fears it wouldn’t be as pleasurable for you as it would be for him
you can already barely take his cock as it is, when you let him into your mouth, your poor jaw gets sore so quickly and you gag when he hits the back of your throat
it turns him on so much watching you sputter and catch your breath
and fuck its so hot the way you look up at him with those beautifully helpless, watery eyes, your hands trembling as you double fist his cock while you try to soothe your gag reflex before attempting to go back down
it’s not that you’re bad at sucking his dick, he loves your gentle and earnest approach, loves how your slow pace makes him really focus and enjoy the feeling, how you lick up his shaft and make out with his tip
but goddamn sometimes that pretty mouth of yours pisses him off and all he wants is to fuck the attitude clean off your tongue with his cock filling your jaw
so he’ll act out this desire in the only way he can and fuck the tunnel of his palm while envisioning its your little throat
he’ll be hunched over in bed, one hand pressed to the headboard while the other thrusts into his fist, grunting to himself and pretending his words are falling into your ears
“take it — take that fuckin’ cock, s’all you’re good for,” he’d grit, throwing his head back with his hips crashing into his fist
he cums so hard whenever he thinks about this, about gripping the back of your hair and yanking you backward, prompting you to scramble for purchase over his hips while he watches his cock fill your throat
and when he’s finished he feels disgusting and guilty but it’s never enough to make him stop thinking about it
maybe one day he’ll work up the courage to try and bring up deepthroating </3
armin (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
dear sweet, sweet armin
he’s a secret pervert
and although he’s your boyfriend, you don’t realize how much of a debauched freak he really is
he doesn’t like to be loud and proud of it, instead he’s quiet and ashamed
he wants to be respectful and treat you the way you deserve to be treated
especially because he just can’t wrap his head around the idea that someone like you would go for someone like him, even despite all your loving reassurances that you give him, always letting him know that you feel like you’re the lucky one
but he’s not so sure you’d maintain those sentiments if you knew what he used to do before you began dating
he’d hump his pillow, his long fingers curling around the soft cushion while pretending it was your hips as he thought of you, yearned for you
he’d prop his phone on the mattress before him while he humped his pillow, a quick blurry upskirt shot he took of you when he allowed you to go first up the stairs
or when you fell asleep at one of sasha’s parties, he snapped a photo of you passed out on her couch, claiming it was because connie drew a mustache on you and he thought it was funny, but really he just wanted to have it so he could zoom in on your tits practically falling out your dress and your exposed panties just barely peaking out from how high your dress rode up
he’d rest on his tummy, his pillow tucked beneath him and just grind, his hand shakily reaching towards his phone to pathetically zoom in on your clothed pussy
it was such bad quality, but it was enough to make him genuinely salivate
the photo never failed to make him shoot a fat load into a wad of tissues, and he’d always have to rush and grab a few tissues from off his nightstand, not wanting evidence of his disgusting actions to be left on his pillow
and when you finally got together?
he didn’t think his fantasies could get more pitiful and degenerate, but of course, they did
he likes to take the last article of clothing you’ve worn and nearly smother himself with it, burying his face with your soft clothes and warm scent while he strokes himself, trying to copy the way you touch him
he whimpers for you, calls out for you as if you could hear him, begging an invisible you to please let him cum
he’d never admit this but he cums so fucking hard to the thought of you at your laptop, looking so focused and beautiful with your work, and you glancing over at him and noticing he’s hard
in his fantasy, you make him speak to you while he’s on his knees, and you make him explain why he deserves to feel mommy’s pussy when she’s clearly busy
in his mind he convinces you and you bend over, paying him no mind while you continue typing on your laptop, allowing him to fuck you from behind
his front would curl tightly over your back while his hands roam all over you desperately, always paying extra attention to your breasts
his cheek would rest over the nape of your neck, and he’d breathe you in like a depraved freak, panting and whimpering about how thankful he is to fuck his mommy
you’d rub your clit with one hand and continue with your work on the other, occasionally granting him a “you feel so good baby, that’s my good boy,”
you have zero idea that he overstimulates himself in your shared bed while he moans for you, twitching while he pictures cumming in you and you forcing him to lick you clean after
“thank you mommy...” armin whispers to himself whenever he finishes cumming, catching his breath and wishing you were there to lap up the mess in his fist
maybe one day he’ll bring it up to you…
until then it’s his pillow and him against the world
jean (⩌⩊⩌)
similarly to eren, jean doesn’t really jerk off that often
but where they differ is that while eren never feels above masturbating, jean does
it makes him feel like a horny teen and he hates it
however one sentiment that they share is : “why fuck my hand when i could fuck a beautiful woman instead?”
it’s not that he doesn’t like jerking off, it’s that he’s ashamed to enjoy it, but not enough to where he can stave off avoiding it every time
he’s only a man, he’s bound to give in every once in awhile
he obviously daydreams of you when he does it, but more specifically he thinks about how soft you always seem to feel, and not just your tight cunt
for example, he’ll think about your arms, how delicate you feel in his grip when he grabs your forearm and pins it behind your back while he fucks you
or your legs when he throws them over his shoulders and slides his fat cock inside of you all the way
or your sweet tummy, how cute it is when he kisses his way down to your pussy, occasionally sinking his teeth into the side of your belly, laughing to himself when you gasp and shyly whine for him to stop
everything about you is so fragile to him, but not because he thinks you’re weak, but because to him you’re just so perfect in every way — in other words you’re precious cargo
picturesque montages of your body in different angles and positions, a compilation of all his favorite moments you two have had during sex plays behind his eyes while he jerks off
he’s a simple man with simple pleasures
one in particular however, he seems to revisit more often than the others
he thinks about this time you woke up from a nap and went into the bathroom while he was showering
initially he thought you just missed him and were going to hop up on the bathroom counter and talk his ear off while he shampooed but instead you ignored his affectionate greeting, of “hi my sleepy girl, you feelin’ alright?”
you stared at him while you stripped off your clothes and entered the shower with him
you grabbed his face and kissed him hard, hiking your leg around his hip to grind against him with the same urgency as if time was going to run out and you’d never get to touch him again
he was completely gobsmacked, you’d never been like that before but he was not going to complain
he fell into a rhythm with you, pulling you in close and feeling the blood flood his cock in record timing
he rutted against you, groaning in your mouth and gripping your ass, pulling you in harder
“had a dream,” you finally explained, kissing down his jaw and neck, nearly sucking bruises into his skin
“where you fucked me so good,” you whispered in his ear, pulling back just barely enough to where he could see the starved glint in your eye
“and i woke up so wet for you,” you shakily breathed out, swallowing hard as your head lulled back upon feeling him start to circle your hole
“i need you so bad jean,” you whimpered, trying to angle your hips just right and make him slip inside
but he didn’t need to be told a second time
he pushed in, his face falling to your tits as he started fucking you, pressing you up against the tiled walls
usually he has to finger you to get you prepared for his cock but you weren’t lying, you were so fucking wet that it made his intrusion easier than ever
he suspected you touched yourself before you came into the shower, and the thought only made him hornier
you were crazy in those small four walls, he watched you fuck yourself on his cock as you leaned against the wall, looking down at your connected bodies and rubbing your clit at the sight
fuck the memory makes him so rock hard he worries his dick will just fall off his body
he remembers how he pressed you against the glass door and fucked you from the back, grabbing some soap and rubbing it over your ass, watching your skin grow sudsy from it
he dragged a hand over the fogged glass just enough to allow him to see your tits smushed against the shower door through the mirror outlooking you both
he made you watch as he fucked you hard, whispering in your ear if he was doing it just like he did in your dream
you sobbed a garbled moan, nodding like the dumb little girl you become when he gets his cock in you
ugh he came sooo hard in you that afternoon, and he cums nearly just as hard every time he thinks about it
since then he prays everyday that you get another wet dream with him in it
reiner (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹
reiner actually jerked off a lot before you two started dating
poor thing would feel so guilty every time, always so ashamed with the notion that he was disrespecting you by doing it and that he was just too weak to stop
it was honestly lamentable, how he was over you before you were his
he’d think about how warm your hand was when you gently held onto his arm while guiding yourself through a full crowd
or about how good your perfume and shampoo smelled and how much of a human heater you were and are — these qualities of yours surfaced his mind specifically when he’d think about how he had to lean down to hug you, and how your scent enveloped him and how it felt as though your heat could melt ice right off of him
but when you were finally all his, he didn’t have to rely on jerking off to abstract concepts of you anymore
no longer did he have to only rely on things like you saying his name in the middle of a text — the simple action would somehow make him hard because oh my god she’s saying my name she typed it she used her thumbs to pick out the letters in my name i love her so much
instead he could just actually have sex with you
but when you’re not there or if you’re sick or on your period, he’d rather die than ask you and make you feel pressured, so he just takes care of himself
he thinks about your face a lot, your smile, your giggle, this specific way your eyebrows draw together when he’s making you feel really good, how your lip trembles with moans when he stuffs you with his fingers
how you paw at him, at his chest and shoulders, down his fit body and beg him to fuck you
he thinks about the initial push inside of you when you guys have sex, how you always gasp every time, your legs coming round to tighten around his hips
your eyes flutter shut and your lips shakily drop open from being stretched out by him, and fuck your back arches so prettily off the bed while you lift your hips, trying to accommodate his size
you’re just this perfect sexy thing beneath him that turns him on like nothing else, and it’s honestly a true testament to his control and reserve that he can hold back from cumming immediately upon seeing you like that
so when he jerks off he replays that over and over in his mind, sinking his fist over his cock and pretending it’s him sliding into your pussy for the first time
he thinks about how he has to rock into you slowly, a steady in and out, stretching you out before he can begin to really fuck you
how you whimper and start to rock your hips against his impatiently, so fucking needy for his cock
he loves how much you desire him, it makes him feel so loved and needed, like he’s the only one who can bring you pleasure
he thinks about how you moan his name, doing his best to focus on the memory of your breathy cries for him while he fucks you, how you chant his name like saying it alone makes you feel good
he often thinks back to the time you begged him to cum inside you for the first time, and it does him in every single time
it was your first night in your first apartment together and you guys were breaking in your new bed
he was so ecstatic to have taken this new level of the relationship with you, and you could feel it in the way he fucked you
and in how he kissed your lips and down your jaw and neck, how he rubbed your clit so perfectly in tune with his thrusts
“please, please cum in me reiner, wanna feel you deep in me please, baby?” you had panted, like it hurt to think of him cumming anywhere else but inside you
and fuck, he definitely granted you your wish, his hips stilled, thick thighs tensing as he came deep in you, spurting thick and heavy ropes into your tight cunt without a care in the world
he loves that memory so much, he blushes when he thinks about it and makes a mess of his fist every time
connie ((⚆·̫⚆‧̣̥̇ ))
nearly without fail connie will jerk off whenever he misses you
that boy is clingy as hell
it’s not his fault his girlfriend is just so damn hot !
and it’s not like you two have sex every single day, it’s just that when you’re not around, your absence is too loud for him to ignore and he begins to have those dead wife flashback montages in his head like in the movies
something you like about connie is how dirty he can be, it's a trait only you’re allowed to see, considering you’re his girlfriend, it makes sense that you’d be the only one who sees that side of him
he’s so playful, fun and sweet, that sometimes it’s such a jarring 180 when he gets horny
he’ll fuck you from the back and grunt for you to fuckin’ stay put when you try moving your hands away from the headboard
and god forbid you wear a skirt around him when he’s feeling ravenous…
he’ll hike it up and lower your panties down to your ankles and fuck you hard, slamming his hips flush to your ass while he fists the delicate material of your skirt
he thinks about these things when he jerks off and gets so upset he can’t just take you the way he wants to
he almost gets frustrated, huffing as he palms himself and looks at pictures of you on his phone, swiping through them until he gets impatient and shoves his sweatpants and boxers down below his hips to touch himself properly
he’ll look at all the selfies you’ve sent him and jerk off, throwing his head back as he imagines himself there with you when you took the photo
like with this one photo, it’s probably his favorite selfie of you, you’re in his car with no makeup, a tank top and those leggings he loves
you sent him the pic while you waited for him to grab something from your place and come back, playfully but still impatiently rushing him to return to you
he thinks you look so beautiful there, so bare faced and sweet
and fuck, you weren’t wearing a bra and he left the ac on for you so your nipples were hard and pressing against the thin material of your tank
your thighs were in the shot too, full flesh contained by the confinements of those goddamn yoga pants
he’ll stare at that photo and think about pulling you to the backseat, locking the doors and ravishing you
he’d pull that tank top under your tits and rip a hole in the crotch of those tight leggings, swearing he’ll buy you another pair as soon as he’s done with you
he’d kiss you hard, one hand around your throat while the other takes his cock and swirls his fat tip over your clit, knocking before entering
y’know, like a true gentleman
in this fantasy you’re dripping for him, making a complete mess of his backseat, but he doesn’t care, it just turns him on that much more to see proof of your arousal smeared across the leather seats
as he zooms in on your tits, he’d picture them bouncing while he fucks you, groaning thickly at the thought of taking them in his mouth while he pumps you full of his cock
his hands would be all over you, squeezing and gripping and pulling you down onto his dick relentlessly
he has got to be more careful when he gets like this because he loses himself in the hazy daydream that consists of you and him and in return accidentally cums on his phone
and although he feels irritated and disgusted with himself whenever it happens, he can’t lie… seeing your sweet smile covered with a shot of his cum makes him twitch and almost tempted to go another round with himself
but he’ll just wait until you come back home to him instead
levi (҂⌣̀_⌣́)
eren doesn’t jerk off often because he already has you, and jean is too embarrassed to do it, but levi?
he hates the mess, hates giving into such primal urges, it makes him feel weak and like he’s slipping — slipping with his grip on self control
but similarly to jean, he’s just a man at the end of the day and will give in when he can’t ignore the tension between his legs any longer
he doesn’t talk about it with you, worried that it’ll somehow ruin your image of him
but little does he know that if you knew he touched himself to the thought of you, you’d suck his dick until he could not physically produce another drop of cum
he’s such a busy guy he doesn’t really have the time to do it anyway, and he uses it to his advantage, trying to bury himself in his work instead of his fist
but when he comes home and you’re not there, the feelings become even harder to push to the back of his mind
he’ll crawl into the bed you two share, bones heavy and tired and heart hurting from ending his day without you there with him
he’ll reach out for your pillow and lay his cheek against it, exhaling lowly when his hands slowly grapple towards your blanket
he’ll bring it to his nose and breathe in the remnants of your scent, tangling his legs along with it
he’ll slowly grind against the warm blanket, groaning with both a need for you to be there and with reluctance towards the entire thing
he’ll keep some of the material by his nose and lips, breathing you in like a mask while he bunches up the rest of it and unzips his pants
he’ll free his cock and stroke himself, hesitant to slide between the folds he made with the blanket
he knows it’s dirty, knows it’s gross and it’ll be a mess after he’s done
but his very rare, indulgent side will peek around the corner and remind himself that he can rush to your washing machine to wash it before the stain sets and hardens
and that’s enough for him to give in
he’ll shakily exhale when he feels the soft fabric of your blanket, his mind immediately racing to you and how your body was once wrapped up with the same material he’s fucking
it makes his cock twitch, just the thought of you laying there beside him
he’ll lean his cheek into your pillow as if it were your hand cupping him and take a deep inhale of your blanket, smiling slightly when he can make out hints of your lotion and shampoo
he thrusts into the tunnel of his fist covered by your blanket, shuddering as he gives in to his urges
he thinks of you and how happy you are to take care of him, to make him feel good
he’s a grown, capable adult, he’s used to relying on himself and only himself but when you came around, he slowly but surely let down his guard and allowed you to aid him in things where he doesn’t even really require assistance
not because he feels as though you think he’s incapable, but because you know he’s been too capable for too long
even with sex, he never saw it as a necessity or anything of importance
but now because of you he’s fucking your blanket and shakily murmuring your name
he doesn’t think about anything crazy, he just thinks of your body connected with his, trying his best to separate his mind and body from what he’s doing, trying to pretend it’s your soft cunt wrapped around him instead
he thinks of you pushing him onto his back and straddling him, interlocking your fingers beside his head while you ride his cock at a slow and easy pace
you’d drag your soaked pussy up and down over his thick length, spoiling him rotten while he gazes at the beautiful sight of you on top of him
you’d grind your hips down into perfect swivels over him, and he’d groan, swallowing hard as his cock twitches inside you
when your sex life was still new and budding, he used to want to wear condoms to ensure your lack of pregnancy and make clean up easier
but when you reassured him that you were on birth control and to avoid making a mess he could just cum inside you, and that you’d be so good for him and keep it all in
well…
who was he to try and argue with logic like that!
he’d look down and watch as you took him in all the way, making his cock disappear inside you like a magic trick
you hypnotized him and cleansed his mind of all his stressors and instead filled him with pleasure as you rode him
your pussy always feels so fucking heavenly when it grips him, giving him exactly what he needs and exactly how he needs it
he loves cumming inside you, loves guiding you onto your back with a towel underneath you, spreading you open and watching his cum pour out of you
he’ll shove his fingers inside you and push your hip down when you gasp and squirm away from being too sensitive
he’ll shush you and fuck his cum back into your cunt, glancing up at you with a faint smug look in his eye
“i thought you’d promise me you’d be good and keep all my cum inside?” he’d tease you, and you’d whimper, too busy trembling as he fingers your poor overstimmed pussy
ugh god the sounds you make
he always muffles you with his palm but really he likes that he’s why you can’t seem to hold it together and control yourself
and when he spills into the ripples of your blanket, despite his exhaustion from his orgasm, he pulls his boxers up and immediately rushes into your laundry room downstairs
he’ll quickly run the blanket under some cold water and then throw it in the wash, leaning against the machine and watching it spin in circles, his mind drifting off to the longing he feels for you, wishing that you were there with him
erwin (๑╹o╹)✎
this poor man is constantly working long nights at the office, you don’t really get to see him as much as either of you would like
sure the money is nice, but damn spending time with you would be nice too!
sometimes you stop by and visit him at work to bring him lunch and moments like that make his whole week
he’ll draw the curtains and shield the view of you away from his coworkers and other subordinates from peeking in, wanting you all to himself for what sparing minutes he has with you
he’ll haul you into his lap and hold your jaw, pulling you down to kiss him
it never goes further than just kissing, a long wordless ‘i miss you’, and sometimes he’s almost tempted to give in and forgo his important deadlines and spend that time fucking you on his desk
but it never happens and you end up leaving sooner than he’d like, wishing him a good day and a promise of seeing him later that night at home
and then he’ll begrudgingly return to his work
he’s always one of if not the last one to leave, even though he technically doesn’t have to, he’s the boss and he believes in carrying his own weight and not letting it trickle amongst people who don’t have his work included in their pay grade
he’ll spend that time heavily focused on his work, just trying his best to get enough done before he leaves, but sometimes, in the late hour of the night, he’ll swear he can catch whiffs of your perfume in the air from when you visited him earlier in the day
it isn’t a rarity, the times you’ve left him with a hard cock, kissing him goodbye and innocently sauntering out of his office as if you weren’t sitting directly on his clothed dick, with your warm panty clad pussy pressed over him
and most of the time he just has to direct his attention back to his work and let his cock go down on its own
but sometimes?
he doesn’t want to just sit uncomfortably with his cock straining against his slacks
he’s ashamed to admit it and would never do so under any circumstances, but on occasion when he knows he’s the only one left at the office, he’ll palm himself under his desk, soothing the ache before he frees himself completely, pulling the trash can in front of him just in case he makes a mess
he’ll stroke his cock, lulling back into his chair as he exhales your name, shutting his eyes and thinking back to your little visit
he thinks about making you stay with him, about hiking up that pretty dress you put on for him and shoving your panties in your mouth and fucking you
he thinks about lifting you up and carrying you towards his floor to ceiling mirrors that outlook the city, pressing you up against the glass and fucking you while he burns his lips into the side of your neck
he thinks about making a wreck of you in his office, fucking you on every surface he possibly can
bending you over his desk, or laying you on top of it, fucking you as you lay across his chair, on the ground, up against the wall — you name it he’s thought it and came to it
he just loves the idea of doing something so filthy in a professional setting, and of you letting him
he misses you so much and the way your pussy feels wrapped around his cock, he wishes he could have you teleport to him during those long nights and take care of him the way you do at home
sometimes he’ll call you when he’s really desperate and needs a little something extra while he touches himself
he’ll steady his breathing, apologizing if he woke you up
you always say no and that you’re too busy missing him to be able to sleep
he chuckles and his heart hurts but it makes his cock twitch in his fist
“talk to me, dear, i just want to hear your voice for awhile.” he’ll say, balancing the phone between his cheek and neck, the cord from the phone going taut as he leans back and fucks his fist, listening to your sweet voice recount your day
he’ll listen to you describe how you finally got around to cleaning your kitchen and he’ll fight back a groan, imagining coming home to you on all fours scrubbing the floors and him fucking you on it
or about how you went to the mall and picked up some new clothes, and maybe a new lacy set you’ll have to try on for him
and he’s so weak, so painfully horny for you that just hearing you say those words makes him grab the napkins from his tissue box and shoot his load into them
he holds the phone away from his face to catch his breath, swallowing hard as he tucks himself back into his trousers before he picks up the phone
“okay i have to get going, i need to finish up my work — luckily i’m almost done so it shouldn’t be long until i’m home dear. thank you for letting me call you. i love you, see you soon.”
he’ll discard the used napkins into his trashcan and pump a few squirts of hand sanitizer from his desk and into his palms, sighing as he looks over his papers before continuing on with his work
he just can’t wait to come home to you
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