Ryomen Sukuna was having the kind of day that made him want to commit a felony.
Work had been an absolute, unmitigated disaster. His clients were being brain-dead idiots, his emails had been piling up since 6:00 AM, and his boss had the audacity to drop a massive, last-minute project on his desk right as he was packing up to leave. By the time he finally unlocked the front door to your shared apartment, his jaw was clenched so tight his teeth ached. He was exhausted, he was pissed off, and he was fully prepared to pour himself a massive glass of whiskey and not speak to a single soul for the rest of the night.
He pushed the door open, dropping his keys into the bowl by the entrance with a loud, aggressive clatter. He shrugged off his suit jacket, loosening his tie with a harsh yank.
“I’m home,” he called out, his voice a low, gravelly grumble.
He expected you to be in the kitchen, or maybe curled up on the couch watching some trashy reality TV show. He expected you to ask him how his day was, which would inevitably lead to him ranting for twenty minutes straight.
Instead, there was silence.
Sukuna frowned, his bad mood spiking just a fraction. He walked down the hallway and stepped into the living room.
He stopped dead in his tracks.
You were sitting cross-legged on the floor, hunched over the coffee table. The entire surface was completely covered in hundreds of microscopic, brightly colored plastic bricks. You were wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, your hair tied up in a messy bun that was slowly falling apart.
But the best part? The absolute most ridiculous, endearing part?
You were squinting so hard your nose was scrunched up, and the very tip of your tongue was poking out of the corner of your mouth in pure, unadulterated concentration. Your fingers, which were currently trying to snap a tiny, translucent green piece onto a microscopic brown cylinder, were trembling slightly from the effort.
You hadn’t even heard him come in. You were entirely, completely consumed by your task.
Sukuna stood there in the doorway, his suit jacket dangling from his fingers. He didn’t say a word. He just watched you.
You were a serial hobbyist. Every month, it was something new. Knitting, painting by numbers, making weird little clay frogs that currently haunted his nightstand. He usually just rolled his eyes, funded your little hyper-fixations, and let you do your thing.
But this? This tiny, intricate Lego flower shop you had apparently bought today? It had you in a chokehold.
Snap.
The tiny green piece finally clicked into place.
You let out a massive, dramatic gasp of victory, throwing your hands up in the air like you had just won the Super Bowl. “Yes! Take that, you stupid little plastic bitch!”
Sukuna let out a sudden, loud snort.
You jumped, spinning around so fast you nearly knocked over a pile of pink bricks. When you saw him standing there, your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. The sheer, radiant joy on your face was blinding.
“Babe!” you squealed, scrambling up onto your knees. You carefully scooped up the tiny, completed structure in your hands and held it out toward him like it was the Holy Grail. “Baby, look! Look what I did!”
Sukuna slowly walked over, dropping his jacket onto the sofa. He looked down at your hands.
It was a tiny, incredibly detailed Lego flower shop. And sitting right in front of it was a single, slightly lopsided plastic rose that you had clearly customized.
“I made you this one,” you beamed, your chest puffing out with pride. You were practically vibrating with excitement. “It’s for your desk at work! Because you said your office is depressing! Do you like it?!”
Sukuna stared at the tiny plastic flower. Then, he looked at you.
You had a faint smudge of left over dinner on your cheek. Your oversized shirt was slipping off one shoulder. You were looking up at him with such pure, unfiltered adoration and excitement over a piece of plastic that it actually knocked the breath out of his lungs.
And just like that, it happened.
The stress of the last fourteen hours? Gone. The anger at his clients? Evaporated. The tension in his shoulders, the pounding headache behind his eyes, the overwhelming urge to burn his office building to the ground? It all just melted away, completely washed out by the sheer force of your ridiculous, beaming smile.
He didn’t just love you. That wasn’t a strong enough word anymore.
He looked at you, sitting on the floor surrounded by plastic bricks, offering him a fake flower to make his bad day better, and a single, crystal-clear thought rang through his head like a bell.
I need to marry this girl.
Not ‘I want to.’ Not ‘someday.’ Need. He needed to marry your crazy ass. He needed to lock this down permanently, because if he had to go through the rest of his miserable, stressful life without coming home to you poking your tongue out over a Lego set, he was going to lose his fucking mind.
“Sukuna?” you blinked, your smile faltering just a little when he didn’t immediately respond. You lowered your hands slightly. “Do you… not like it? I know it’s kind of dumb, but—”
“Shut up,” he breathed, his voice thick.
Before you could even process the command, he dropped to his knees right in front of you, completely ignoring the fact that he was crushing at least ten Lego pieces under his expensive suit pants.
He reached out, his large hands gently cupping your face. He didn’t even look at the flower shop. His red eyes were locked entirely on yours, burning with an intensity that made your heart stutter in your chest.
“Babe?” you whispered, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was. “Are you okay? Was work bad?”
“Work was a fucking nightmare,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. “But I don’t care anymore.”
“You don’t?”
“No.” He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. He let out a long, shaky exhale, the last of his stress leaving his body. “I love it, baby. It’s perfect. I’m putting it right in the middle of my desk.”
Your smile instantly returned, brighter than before. “Really?!”
“Really,” he chuckled, the sound deep and vibrating against your skin. He tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a slow, desperate kiss. It wasn’t heated or rough; it was incredibly soft, filled with a kind of overwhelming reverence that made your toes curl.
When he finally pulled back, he kept his face inches from yours. He looked down at your lips, then back up to your eyes.
“I’m gonna marry you,” he said.
It wasn’t a proposal. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of absolute, undeniable fact. He said it casually, like he was commenting on the weather, but the weight behind his words was heavy enough to anchor a ship.
Your brain short-circuited. You sat there, frozen, the tiny Lego flower shop still clutched in your hands. “What?”
“You heard me,” he smirked, his usual arrogant confidence bleeding back into his tone. He leaned in and pressed a loud, wet kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then the sensitive skin just below your ear. “I’m gonna marry your crazy ass. Put a ring on your finger so big you won’t be able to lift your hand to build these stupid little toys.”
“They’re not stupid!” you squawked, your face flushing bright red as his words finally registered. “And you can’t just drop that on me while I’m holding a Lego!”
“I just did,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest, completely ruining your posture. He buried his face in your neck.
You let out a breathless, watery laugh, carefully setting the flower shop down on the table before wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. You ran your fingers through his pink hair, feeling the last of the tension bleed out of his muscles.
“Okay,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Okay, Ryomen.”
“Good,” he mumbled against your skin. He shifted slightly, his knee crunching against a pile of plastic. He winced. “Now, help me up. I think a fucking Lego is embedded in my kneecap.”
𓆩♡𓆪 Synopsis: When you start running low on mana one evening, you are in desperate need of the one and only thing that will help replenish your energy. The source? Your husband of course.
However, this time around, instead of coming home immediately after an evening mass, he lingers behind longer at the one place that you haven’t stepped foot into since meeting him, but you have no choice if you want to keep your secret from being disclosed.
Though, everyone has secrets and the funny thing is, they always tend to have a way of unravelling themselves.
𓆩♡𓆪 Word count: 8.4k
𓆩♡𓆪 Content warnings: 18+ MDNI ⋆ supernatural AU ⋆ FEM! Wife! Reader ⋆ reader has a succubus/demon transformation (for the plot of course) ⋆ implied Christian ideologies ⋆ SMUT SMUT SMUT ⋆ porn with a side of plot (first time writing a fic of this nature) ⋆ husband! Higuruma ⋆ pussy drunk! Higuruma ⋆ yearning ⋆ praise ⋆ nipple stimulation ⋆ oral (f! and m! receiving) ⋆ improper intentions/use of the “Hail Mary” prayer (the entire prayer is recited) ⋆ improper use of an altar (altar sex) ⋆ improper use of a rosary ⋆ fingering ⋆ unprotected p in v sex ⋆ creampie(s) ⋆ mating press position ⋆ multiple orgasms (reader) ⋆
☆ Author's note: As per the poll's result, here's the Higuruma fic! I really hope that you lovelies enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing this! <333
People go missing.
That is the burden your town has had to bear. Nobody knows why—nobody knows how. It happens mysteriously and far too much so.
It's happened over the course of many years. Some people say that there is a linage of serial killers hiding amongst the townsfolk, others say that it is a curse while the rest believe that the town is atoning for its sins from long ago.
Whatever the case, the disappearances are peculiar and whether the victims are dead or alive is unknown. You believe that they are dead and not because it’s a guess, not because you’re trying to be morbid, but because you feel the presence that encompasses the town.
You couldn’t ever mistake the residuals of demon mana, it’s very similar to the energy that flows inside of you every day. You feel it, the mana that does not belong to you, the energy of a being that is much stronger than you will ever be and nobody is safe.
There is another demon in the midst of the town that you’ve come to reside in and as much as you want to say something, to warn the townsfolk, to alert them to the supernatural forces that they are dealing with, you can’t.
You yourself are a demonic entity, though not the malicious type, that’s not at all your forte. You feed on lust, on dreams that feel so intimate that they touch your very soul. You’re not like the demons that can only exist if they possess another breathing being, you’re not like the demons that hunt human flesh or the ones that find pleasure in tormenting humans where their God is concerned.
That doesn’t appeal to you. At all.
You’d come to the mortal realm in search of something new, in search of something more exciting than the underworld in which you’d been born. Though at the time, you knew that you couldn’t stay in your demon form when visiting and had taken it upon yourself to use your mana to maintain a humane appearance.
That’s how you’d met your husband too.
You’d been navigating the modern world, because humans had evolved so much since the last time you’d visited, relearning the customs you had to follow as to not reveal your true self. Humans haven’t ever taken a well liking to demons throughout history.
It was in your human form that you’d met your now husband, right in front of a flower shop when you were coming to terms with the fact that humans sold them now, that instead of having to go far in search of wild flowers to pick, they were wrapped and arranged for you.
He introduced himself as Hiromi Higuruma then, after asking what you’d been in search of at the time because you’d looked utterly confused. You hadn’t really known, you were merely exploring, learning, but you’d gone for the safest option and settled with sunflowers.
Nobody could ever go wrong with sunflowers, and neither could he. Those turned out to be his favourite you’d noted.
You didn’t know much about him and your initial introduction had been brief, but enough for you to want to see him again. Yes, he was rather handsome, but there was more to him, more to him that you could sense.
You hadn’t gotten any way of contacting him and so, you could only hope to see him around that very same flower shop where you’d met. Fortunately, everyday like clockwork, you’d see him at the flowers shop during the week, right after noon.
It was then that he invited you to meet someplace else, it was then that a bond had forged itself between you.
You’d taken enough interest in him—as reserved as he’d seemed, as well put together he presented himself as, you’ve always known that the quiet ones, the more withdrawn ones usually offer the sweetest desires that they keep tucked and hidden away.
And Higuruma didn’t prove you wrong.
He was supposed to be another one of the victims that you seduced to be able to continue living your life in the mortal realm too. He was supposed to be a mere mana source, but even fate has a way of throwing a demon off balance.
You’d come to learn that Higuruma, unlike any of your victims before, worked as the town’s priest in the cathedral that serves as a landmark that has been around for ages. You’ve heard of it, heard of the effect places of worship have on demons like you and you’ve avoided it.
Your kind has preached about burning flesh and boiling blood, about pain so blinding that you’d no longer be able to exist. That’s what kept you away from the cathedral. You used the excuse of atheism, of non-belief because that’s normal now.
Though, the cathedral wasn’t enough to keep away from Higuruma when he wasn’t ever in the cathedral. You only saw him as a human who spent his time at the cathedral, who preached sermons like ancient litanies and initially, you feared what that meant for you.
You didn’t usually prey on humans who spent their time studying religion, who passed down the word of the gospel to those who grieve the loss and disappearances of their loved ones, but you couldn’t help but be drawn to him.
Even with the town’s dwindling numbers, with the fear that sparks within, Higuruma has kept strong, helped see the members of the congregation through losses they wouldn’t be able to face otherwise. Or so they believe.
Higuruma, the priest you thought you’d be able to toy with when you first met him, the man you thought would only be of use if only to satiate your hunger and be a stable source of energy, turned out to be different—more so than most humans.
You’d sensed it the very first time that you managed to see into the deepest, darkest parts of him, the parts of him that one would never expect from a priest. You saw the parts of his soul where his desires danced like a flame; there’d been a pull, the essence of an unbreakable soul, one that always shines bright.
You’d been so ecstatic at the time, and you remember the feeling vividly. An unbreakable soul meant an endless supply of mana and an endless supply of mana only meant that you’d grow stronger and stronger. Perhaps to defend yourself against the demon that roams the town too.
You haven’t tracked it because it hides well and you’re not sure if its detected you too. You know that it’s stronger than what you are, but you ensure to preserve your energy for just in case.
For both you and your husband.
Before and admittedly, you used him, divulged his wildest dreams and secrets, shaped yourself into whatever he wanted you to be, you fed on his desires and emotions, and you used him as a bonfire for his passion.
Your kind thrives on those things after all.
He was nothing but a source of mana to you, nothing but a means for you to explore the mortal realm and live amongst humans peacefully, but you had soon learned that strong emotions, passion, often leads to connection. Connection leads to attachment and you’d grown attached.
So much that you fell in love with the one man you had thought wouldn’t mean much to you.
It wasn’t just the strength of his soul, it was the way his desires felt like gentle caresses when you explored them, the way his imagination captivated you and it was the way he looked at and spoke to you that had you weak in the knees.
Always gentle, always soft and so sweet. It was the closest you’ve ever come to being cherished.
Yes, you, a demon—a succubus—fell in love with a human and those strong emotions were enough for you to capitulate and give into human traditions by marrying him.
You started building a new life with Higuruma and he had such a significance in your life that you couldn’t even bring yourself to feed off him as often as you used to. You used to feed off him greedily, uncaring of the effects that your influence had on him but as time passed, as you grew closer and eventually falling in love, seeing him tired and drained simply so that you could be greedy?
It made you feel guilty.
So, you’ve compromised with yourself. You can’t be greedy; you can’t allow yourself to give into instinct and feed off Higuruma. You just need enough mana to keep up appearances, enough mana to ensure that if push comes to shove, you’ll be able to fend off that demon that hides in the town.
Granted, it takes quite a bit of mana to maintain this mortal appearance of yours, so your energy often slips from you slowly every day.
It's imperative that you restock, but you don’t do it as often as you should. You avoid feeding off your husband out of love, but the act itself is dangerous for you. You’re often left needy, your body’s way of alerting you to the fact that you’re low on energy.
You can’t feed off someone else, that’s wrong. You know that it is because what wife who is loyal to the person that she loves would go out of her way to feed on the lust of others?
Not you of course.
You limit yourself to once a week. Only once, never more.
So, when you find yourself slotted between your husband’s legs with his heavy cock in your mouth, it doesn’t come as a surprise. What does come as a surprise, however, is the fact that you even considered stepping foot into the cathedral where he’d lingered behind after a mass that ended an hour ago.
You used the excuse of a worried wife who couldn’t handle her husband being out so late with the disappearances that have been happening, you used the excuse of a needy wife wasn’t quite sure she had the right to demand that her husband come home immediately once the mass was over and your ever loving, ever doting husband couldn’t resist you.
The real reason as to why you couldn’t wait is because you’d already been running low on mana long before Higuruma left the house and when you found the courage to make your way to the cathedral, ignoring warnings that you’ve heard from other demons, you’d been surprised to find out that it wasn’t as scary as it was made out to be.
There was no pain, no blood that boiled to the point it felt like you were being cooked alive, the cathedral simply drained your mana a little faster than usual.
That meant that you had no time to waste. The last thing you wanted was for Higuruma to find out what you are. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how that’d unfold. Your life would change if he finds out.
You’d lose everything.
You hollow out your cheeks, taking Higuruma deeper into your mouth, deeper into its warmth until his flushed cockhead kisses the back of your throat. The coarse hairs that decorate the base of his cock tickle your nose and you moan when the heavy scent of it infiltrates your senses, the vibrations prompting your husband to thrust up despite his best efforts to keep still.
You didn’t ever think that he’d be willing to do such a thing; sitting with his cassock pushed up to his stomach, mouth agape while he allows himself to give into you while he remains perched on the very front pew in the cathedral where you’d first found him sitting when you arrived in a rush.
Worried and needy.
He’d been surprised when he’d seen you and why wouldn’t he be? You avoided the cathedral, hid under the guise of atheism so of course he didn’t understand why you showed up unannounced. Until you revealed the reason that you managed to come up with that is.
You admitted that you were worried, he claimed that he saw right through you and here you are; committing a sin in a place where sin is not welcomed.
“Hmm—you needed me this much, darling?”
Your eyes flutter as you peer up at Higuruma, his features highlighted by the glow of the light that shines from behind you, where the altar rests.
“Mhmm.”
Your tongue swirls around his globular cockhead while your hands squeeze the base, massaging his shaft in the way you know he likes, in that way that gets him weak every time.
“Couldn’t wait, could you?” Higuruma groans when he feels his release build and he curses under his breath. “Look at you, my beautiful wife who has reduced me to a sinner.”
Drool collects at the corners of your mouth, and the salty-sweet taste of your husband has your pussy dripping with need. Your panties are completely ruined, completely soaked and your need makes itself known with near painful throbs.
Feeling this aroused doesn’t usually come with your body needing mana, though Higuruma had conditioned your body to react this way. Unbeknownst to him of course.
“Such a pretty girl, aren’t you darling?” Higuruma coos when he notices you squirm, voice smooth and so sinfully deep, though you hear the breathlessness, you hear the way he’s fighting with himself.
You feel the way his cock twitches, a little tell-tale that you’re about to get what you need.
“You want your—hmn—husband’s cum?” Higuruma pants, exhaling a heavy breath. “Then take it.”
With a desperate thrust of his hips, Higuruma’s cock sinks deeper into your mouth and with a groan, he spills his creamy release all the over the back of your throat.
You squirm some more, thighs clenching together to relieve the tension that has settled between them. Your pussy throbs and pulses and the taste of Higuruma on your tongue isn’t helping. He tastes so good, too good and all you can do is swallow every single drop that he has to offer while your body begs for more.
Your body hums, like every inch of you is pulled from sleep as some of your mana replenishes. You don’t use that as an excuse to stop—you continue to clean Higuruma up, sucking on his sensitive tip which earns you a strangled groan.
“Oh, you really needed it, huh?” He huffs out a satisfied breath. “My pretty succubus that desperate for mana?”
The world stops spinning in that moment, your heart skips one too many beats and your jaw goes slack. You heard him wrong, surely you did. You pull away from Higuruma, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand while your eyes go wide, breaths coming out in heavy exhales.
You stare up at him, half expecting him to laugh and say that it was merely a joke but the words never come.
“What?”
“You heard me, darling,” Higuruma shifts on the bench, adjusting himself and tucking his cock back into his boxer briefs, pants still pooling around his ankles. “You are my pretty succubus, aren’t you?”
Your heart feels like it lodged itself in your throat. You don’t know what to think, you don’t know what to say. He has to be bluffing. Perhaps it’s an expression, an analogy that some humans use when they’re trying to be sexy.
“I couldn’t imagine that you’d feed off someone else.”
You feel so much that you’re sure your body goes numb. He’s completely serious.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You don’t know what it is that you’re attempting to do or what it is that you’re going to gain by lying, but the words tumble out before you can even think. He seems to know what he’s talking about and that terrifies you.
It’s what you’ve been trying to avoid.
“Come now, sweetheart, there’s no need to lie,” Higuruma’s reaches out and his thumb smooths over your bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours. “Not anymore that is.”
You swallow the lodge in your throat, guilt and nerves eating at you like you’re some fragile disciple that committed the greatest of sins. You thought that you’d done an incredible job at hiding your secret, but your husband is more perceptive than you gave him credit for.
“So you—you knew? This entire time?” Your voice comes out quieter than you’d intended it to, but it doesn’t even bother you.
Higuruma remains quiet for a heartbeat and another and another.
“Not at first,” he admits, a small, tired smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “But I’ve had my suspicions after we had gotten married, I’ve studied these things.”
You drop your gaze. You want to ask him how he’d found out, but it the answer is obvious—you’ve probably been careless, allowed yourself to get too comfortable with the fact that your secret would remain buried.
You feel stupid for allowing yourself to think that you’d keep your secret from someone who has spent majority of his life learning about faith and demons and everything in between. If he knows what you are, there’s no doubt that he knows what you’ve done and somehow, that makes you feel worse.
“I’m—I’m sorry,” you finally manage to find your voice.
You consider the fact that maybe, just maybe had you told him the truth before, you wouldn’t feel as terrible as you do now. You left him to figure things out on his own and he must have felt so betrayed.
“What for, darling?”
You blink, brows knitting together. He sounds so unbothered, sounds like he’s already come to terms with what you are, but he can’t possibly be entirely okay with it. What you do is life threatening to the human you feed on.
Surely he knows that.
“Using you—lying to you.” You eye Higuruma with a narrowed gaze. “Aren’t you mad? You don’t hate me?”
Higuruma chuckles as he shakes his head, the sound deep and clearly amused.
“I’m not mad and I could never hate you. You’re my light, my love, the one I’ve devoted my life to. You’ve devoted your life to me, no?”
Higuruma gestures to the cathedral.
“Despite your intentions, you were still willing to step foot in one of the few places that I can only imagine would be taxing for you.” Higuruma leans forward, lifting you before swapping your positions, allowing you to sit on the bench while he kneels in front of you.
“All I ask is that you show me all of you so that I can worship my wife in all her glory.”
You sputter. This isn’t how you’d imagined this interaction to go, but you’re relieved. You can’t deny that. Though, as much as the sight of Higuruma on his knees in front of you awakens something from deep within, it feels wrong.
And you know why. That position is reserved for followers and worshippers of gods and celestial beings.
“No, I can’t—worshipping a demon is wrong, I can’t just–”
“You,” Higuruma cuts you off. “Are more than just a demon, you’re my shrine, my altar of sin.”
His hands find the hem of your dress before he begins to lift it slowly. His intentions hit you like a freight train in that very moment.
“Despite what you may think, demon or not, you are the answer to my prayers, the one thing that keeps this–”
He places a hand right above the organ that pumps his blood while still looking up at you like you’re his salvation, like you’re his saviour and seeing that alone makes something tug deep in your chest.
You’ve never been looked at like that by anyone else before. Which makes sense—not many look at a demon and immediately think that they deserve to be worshipped.
“—Beating over and over again. So let me worship you, let me give you my life because it’s yours.”
His words are as sweet as ever, but still, you haven’t ever been on the receiving end of someone’s prayer and devotion. You’re not sure if it’s even allowed.
“Giving your life to the one you worship…” You start, eyes darting over Higuruma’s features where shadows dance due to the flickering light. It suits him somehow, brings out the charm in his features.
“Is that not… what churches and religions are for? Serving a god is what humans have been doing for the longest time.”
Higuruma is silent for a long moment and when he looks up at you with those sinful pair of half-lidded eyes as he peers up at you and you can feel your resolve crumbling.
Slowly. Painstakingly so.
“That may be true, yes,” Higuruma’s thumb traces mindless circles over your knee before he places a lingering kiss there. “But you’re forgetting something, darling.”
You blink, nibbling on your bottom lip before you allow yourself to speak.
“What is that?”
Higuruma pushes the skirt of your dress a little higher along your legs before placing a gentle kiss on your other knee. He presses his nose to it, breathing in the natural aroma of your skin.
“There are many people, including myself, who don’t need a church or religion to find something worth worshipping,” he pants, gaze heavy and pupils blown wide. “And I’ve got a wife—my wife who I will worship wherever and whenever I so please.”
You suck in a breath as Higuruma spreads your legs a little further, making room for himself right between them. Right now, he looks so sinful while dressed in that cleric attire, slotting himself between your thighs like an apostle ready to devote his life to his god.
“So please… let me.”
There it is, the last of your resolve crumbling into dust. After a short stretch of silence, you lift the rest of the skirt of the dress you’d thrown on in haste for your husband, exposing your drenched panties to him.
His cock aches at the sight of the way the thin material clings to the shape of your pussy and for the life of him, Higuruma can’t do anything other than inhale deep—an attempt to breathe in the scent of your need.
He kisses your inner thigh, a small little thank you for allowing him to do what he’s so desperate to, but he wastes no time in slipping your panties down the smooth planes of your thighs before they reach your ankles and he immediately discards the useless piece of material to the side.
“Before I worship you,” Higuruma pushes your thighs farther apart, allowing his greedy eyes to take in the way your need glistens under the warm glow of the light that pools from behind him.
You swallow hard when he leans in, his warm breath fanning the apex of your thighs, right where you’re dripping with need.
His nose slots between your drenched pussy lips and he inhales like the lewd man that you didn’t truly know him to be. He has been so dexterous at hiding even his deepest darkest desires from you that it’s almost scary.
Almost.
“Let me pray to her first.” Higuruma speaks directly into your sex before he pulls back enough, only after a short stretch of silence, to meet your gaze.
“Want to know what the purpose of the prayer that I’m going to use is?”
Before you can even think about it, you nod. You’re far too desperate, far too needy to deny this man.
“It shows praise,” Higuruma spreads your folds so that he can get a good look at your drenched cunt. “It allows for an opportunity to implore.”
Without glancing away from your pussy, Higuruma leans forward, tongue darting out before he drags it along your slit, an action that pulls a gasp from you while he collects the honeyed slick that just driiips there before swallowing it all.
“And most of all,” Higuruma’s eyes snap up to your half-lidded gaze while your breaths come out in soft, gentle pants. “It shows gratitude and only the lord knows–”
Higuruma peers at where you’re weeping for attention before he flattens his tongue, trailing the warm muscle higher and higher until it reaches your clit and that earns him a desperate whimper from you.
“—How grateful I am for this—hck—this sweet pussy.”
Then, with a sloppy SCHLIK! Higuruma’s tongue plunges deep into your velvety canal, massaging the crevices while his thumbs keep you nice and spread for him.
“Oh god, Hiromi–” Your legs spread on their own accord, like your body knows what it wants and what it needs.
Higuruma makes a sound, one that has the vibrations shooting straight through you.
“No, darling,” he pants. “We’re not praying to God, not right now.”
Higuruma shifts as he adjusts his grip, allowing his hands to find the plush undersides of your thighs, keeping them apart as he devours your cunt. He fucks you slow with his tongue, taking the time to savour your taste.
Then, he murmurs something under his breath, something that you don’t quite catch, but you surely do catch the words that tumble from his mouth next.
“Hail Mary… full of grace,” Higuruma mouths into your pussy, pausing for a moment to slurp all of your need that gushes from you as the arched bridge of his nose presses against your clit.
You squeal, grinding yourself on his nose that earns you a feral groan from the man that has his face buried between your thighs.
“The lord is with thee.”
Higuruma laps at your pussy like a starved man, drinking from you like he isn’t murmuring a prayer right into your cunt. It’s sinful, so much so that you don’t even know what to do with yourself.
Your hands are braced on either side of you, hips bucking as Higuruma’s nose grazes your sweet bundle of nerves. It feels so good, but you know that the prayer is doing more harm than good.
Your energy feels like it’s being extracted from you—like an evil spirit that no longer has the power to possess its host.
Still, your need coats Higuruma’s face, pouring down the corners of his mouth while he blinks languidly, like he himself can’t think clearly. Not even too long in and he’s struggling to fight the effect that both the scent and taste of you have on him.
“Blessed art thou… a-among… women.”
You shudder, fingers raking through his dark hair as your head tilts forward, lips parting as breathless pleas roll off your tongue.
“Hiromi… that feels so—so good.”
He doesn’t respond and you’re not sure if it’s on purpose or not. He doesn’t even look away from where your arousal bubbles out of your needy orifice before he’s slurping that up too.
He truly is dedicated to praying to your pussy and he’s so focused.
“And blessed is the—hah—fruit of thy womb, Jesus.”
He all but smothers himself half to death, coating his lower half of his face with your sap.
“Holy Mary,” Higuruma’s tongue plunges so deep into you that even your need splatters out and he groans—in both satisfaction and the pain of dealing with a raging erection that presses up against his slacks.
The prayer itself is powerful enough to have goosebumps littering your skin, enough to have you panting as you break into a light sweat. It’s not hurting you, not burning your insides the way many other demons have warned you about this specific prayer.
No.
The prayer simply feels like a leech—one that latches on to your soul—and all it does is suck and suck and suck the energy from you. The little bit of cum that you’d gotten from Higuruma before isn’t enough.
“Mother of—hck—god,” Higuruma moans into you, eyes rolling back as you arch your back, using his face for your pleasure, using it to chase the feeling that you want.
“H-Hiromi, please.”
The pressure builds and builds and builds.
“Pray for… us sinners.”
He’s too far gone; too far gone to hear the way you call out so desperately for him. He’s drunk, completely intoxicated and it’s your lacquer that’s the cause.
“Now,” Higuruma’s tongue finds your clit again and he hollows out his cheeks before abusing the little bundle of nerves with his tongue.
He nips at your clit, humming to himself when you curse under your breath, brows knitting together as you tug on the roots of his hair.
“And at the hour of our—hmm—death.”
“Hiromi, please, I’m gonna… gonna–”
Your grip turns to iron, but Higuruma doesn’t care, doesn’t showcase anything that gives away the fact that he’s bothered by the way you tug on his messy strands of hair as you press his face deeper into your pussy.
And, as if hearing Higuruma’s prayer, your greedy orifice clenches around nothing just as a cry tears from your chest the moment your orgasm crashes over you, hitting hard. You all but bless him with your release, drenching his face in your candied slick that he gobbles up without hesitation.
His cock twitches painfully in its confines this time and Higuruma fights literal demons in order to keep from palming himself.
Your body responds so beautifully to his mouth and even just watching you buck and twitch as you use his nose to ride out your high has him nearly creaming his pants.
He has to fight it. He knows that he must.
“Amen.” Is the last thing he mutters before he slurps the dulcet answer to his prayer, tongue still bullying its way past your slick folds and grazing you where you’re most sensitive.
“Hiro—mmn—too much… please.”
Higuruma’s eyes dart up when he hears the desperation in your voice and his eyes narrow while a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth when his eyes settle on your forehead.
Two pretty horns adorn it, shaped in a way that’s uniquely you.
“I was hoping that the prayer would help drain your energy more than what it has just so that I can see all of you, but as it seems,” Higuruma licks his lips and his eyes glint with something dark, something that you’ve never seen before.
“My wife is stronger than she looks, hmm? My strong little devil, yeah?”
Your brows furrow. You’re still coming down from the effects of your orgasm, and you’re struggling to think clearly.
“What—what are you talking about?”
Higuruma slowly pulls his hands from where they’d been resting on your thighs before pointing to his own head—right where horns protrude from yours.
“Pretty additions I must say, sweetheart. I guess even horns make a fitting crown.”
Your hands shoot up, fingers grazing the base of the part of you that you hadn’t seen, let alone felt in the longest time.
You hadn’t been aware of them, and your horns are a testament to the fact that the battle that you’re having with yourself is one that you can’t—one that you won’t win because even if it’s piece by piece, you’re breaking down.
Slowly, but surely and your mana can only do so much for you.
Heat pricks at your cheeks. You know that the longer you stay in this cathedral, the longer your husband keeps you here, the harder it is going to be to keep your disguise up.
“Now,” Higuruma places a lingering kiss to your puffy clit before he pulls away and rises to his full height. “I’m going to worship my wife.”
Higuruma pulls you off from the pew, lifting you with ease as he carries you over to the altar where the only source of light shines in the otherwise dark cathedral.
He places you on the edge of the altar, allowing your legs to dangle in the air before he works on pulling your dress right off from your body, leaving you exposed under his heated gaze.
Your nipples are hard and perky, chest heaving while slick still clings to the flesh between your thighs. The only difference about you right now and any other time Higuruma has taken the time to admire you, are those very prominent horns on your head.
He knows that you’re growing tired, that you’re too weak to even bother hiding them again. He doesn’t want you to. You’ve been hiding for years.
“So beautiful…” Higuruma murmurs as he leans down, arms bracketing your form as he litters kisses along your neck. “Every inch of you is just perfect.”
You make a small sound, heart clenching in your chest at Higuruma’s words.
Gently, he pushes you back until your spine hits the flat, cool surface of the altar, but even that sensation doesn’t bother you. The heat that radiates off you blocks it out entirely.
Higuruma settles directly between your thighs and you feel every single hard inch of his need press up against your pussy and you whine at the contact.
“Hiromi… I want–”
“My cock?” Higuruma murmurs as he presses his lips to your collar bone. “I know, but you’ll have to wait, darling. Your husband isn’t finished worshipping you yet.”
His hands glide over your body, from your waist to your sides before they reach your tits and with a gentle graze of each thumb, he rolls your hardened nipples under the rough pads of his fingers, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure.
You whine, the sensation urging your back off the altar and your hands find Higuruma’s shoulders for support. Feeling him grounds you, offers you a safe haven that you never knew was possible.
“That feels good.”
“I bet it does, huh?” Higuruma angles his head down, suckling on the plush mound of one of your breasts, leaving a little bruise behind before he takes his time marking you, relishing the taste of your flesh.
Your pussy clenches around nothing when Higuruma sucks on your nipple next, tongue lapping at the sensitive bud while his fingers play with the other. He divides his attention between both nipples, giving the other the same attention and your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to where you’re still drenched with need.
You’re searching for relief. You still ache despite having had an orgasm mere moments ago.
Higuruma groans when you pull him closer, grinding his hips against yours and the two of you gasp in unison.
“Wanna feel you,” you utter while tugging on Higuruma’s cassock and he hums, lips finding the valley between your breasts before he finally pushes himself up again.
You want his skin on yours; you want to soak up the warmth of his flesh. It’s what you crave aside from anything and everything else.
“Your skin on mine… please?”
“Who am I to deny my prettiest sinner, hmm?” He whispers, hands undoing the buttons of his cassock before the black material falls to the floor and the simple button-down shirt that he’d worn beneath soon follows suit.
He's left in the dark slacks that hang low on his waist, his belt still unbuckled and a rosary that drapes around his neck. The sight is as divine as it is sinful. Higuruma’s figure only glows under the dim light above the altar, lean, sculpted muscles rippling as he leans forward again and the rosary dangles over you, a little too close for comfort.
You inhale a sharp breath, flinching despite yourself. You’ve never touched one before, never had one so close.
Higuruma follows your gaze and he exhales a chuckle as his hand envelopes the crucifix attached to the string of black beads, gentle gaze darting back to yours.
“This won’t hurt you. I’d never allow it to.”
Your brows furrow.
“But what if–”
“Let me show you.”
Higuruma pulls the rosary off from around his neck and you gasp when he holds it up for your gaze, closer than before. For a moment, he doesn’t do anything, only allows it to hover over your flesh and when it doesn’t burn your skin like you’d anticipated, you release a heavy breath.
You’re not sure what’s going on. It seems that the warnings you’ve heard from the rest of your kind were but mere lies. Not once have you been harmed, not once have you endured excruciating pain.
“You’re fine. I’d never let harm befall you, darling.”
Then, Higuruma lowers the rosary and holds the edge of the crucifix to your slick pussy, and you whine at the sensation as he drags it along your puffy folds.
“See? All good yes?”
You nod and Higuruma pulls the cross back only to replace it with his thumb. He gathers your slick before he moves to push back the hood of your clit so that he can expose it in all of its glistening and puffy glory.
“H-Hiro.”
“I know, sweetheart, I know. A little sensitive, aren’t you?”
Higuruma presses the smooth surface of the crucifix right up against your clit this time, pushing down on the sensitive bundle of nerves just right.
A gasp slips from your lips at that, your hips buck as you push them off the altar, thighs clamping together and squeezing Higuruma’s wrist, but he shakes his head at that, using the hand that he used to bare your rosebud to spread your legs again.
He wraps the beads of the rosary around his index and middle fingers.
“Come on, darling, we can’t have you doing that now.”
“But Hiromi–”
Without warning, he slips his fingers into the heat of your cunt, silencing you before you can even think about it. The pretty black beads graze your velvety walls as Higuruma thrusts his fingers in and out of your leaky orifice.
You whine all while he keeps the crucifix pressed to your clit and the combined sensations have you panting for breath. You forget how to breathe.
Just for a moment.
“Be a good girl and grind that perfect little clit on the crucifix, my love. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
You whimper, but nod nonetheless and before long, you buck your hips, choking on a mewl as your clit grazes the textured cross that Higuruma keeps pressed up against you—not too hard, but with just enough pressure to keep you hooked.
“There you go, that’s it. Look at you, my gorgeous, gorgeous wife.”
You’re far too gone, still fighting to keep yourself from transforming back into your true form, into your true self and it’s consuming a lot more energy. Sucking Higuruma off isn’t nearly enough to replenish the amount of energy that you need while being in the cathedral.
“Hiro,” you pant. “Feels so good, please, I wanna—ahn.”
“Want to what, darling?” Higuruma curls his fingers when you thrust your hips up and the beads around them presses on that hidden sweet spot deep inside of you.
“Fuck, Hiromi, I w-wanna—cumngh again.”
You jerk your hips, whining as your clit presses against the crucifix in the most delicious way possible and your slick gushes from your cunt, drooling all over Higuruma’s hand.
“Again? Truly so greedy.”
Higuruma keeps his gaze on your drenched pussy—incapable of looking away from the pretty sight, of the way your arousal oozes from your desperate little orifice, of the way your need pours from you.
He licks his lips, feeding you the bead-wrapped inches of his fingers with every thrust and buck of your hips.
“Hiro,” his name rolls from your tongue like a mantra, a desperate little plea while your thighs quiver as you feel another orgasm build. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Then cum for me, darling. Cum so that I can give my greedy wife what she needs.”
And you do. Your walls flutter, muscles clenching around Higuruma’s fingers as he presses the crucifix harder against your clit. You roll your hips, grinding on it, riding out your high with the sweetest most dulcet sounds.
Slick oozes from you, dripping from you like nectar.
When you come down from your high, panting as your body buzzes with stimulation, Higuruma slides the crucifix lower, smearing your syrupy slick all over it, coating it with your release.
You make a little sound as he pulls his fingers from you before bringing the crucifix to his mouth before Higuruma’s tongue glides over the flat surface of it, licking up your sap that he just can’t seem to get enough of.
He cleans his fingers next, cock weeping with desperation at the taste of you. He doesn’t look away while he does so and it has heat coiling low in your gut.
You’re still needy, still desperate, but you’re desperate for your husband more than what you’re desperate for energy.
“Hiromi… please.”
Higuruma’s lips twitch at the corners as he slurps the last of your release off from his fingers and the beads and places a soft kiss on directly on the crucifix, murmuring something about being grateful about his newly blessed gift.
Then, he places the rosary back around his neck before he frees his raging erection. His cock twitches in his grasp, and you drool at the sight.
Higuruma taps his leaking tip to your sensitive clit before he smears your wetness along the tip of his cock and you squirm, oversensitivity pulling a whine from you.
“Guess I’ve kept you waiting long enough, hmm?”
Higuruma lines himself up with your leaking entrance, hissing when his flushed tip pushes past your puffy folds. You hold on to him for dear life as sheathes himself fully inside you, reawakening your sensitive crevices.
You swallow hard as he stretches you, stuffs you with his vein decorated girth.
“You feel like heaven on earth, darling.”
Higuruma pulls out before pushing back into you with a SQUELCH! and the sound is so obscene, so lewd that you can’t even fathom that it’s coming from you.
“So tight, so wet—always so wet.”
Higuruma kisses the corner of your mouth as you gasp and his arms cradle you, holding you close as he presses his chest to yours. He keeps the slow, rhythmic pace until you’re pleading for him to go harder.
You beg so sweetly, so beautiful that he can’t help but obey.
He gives you what you want with a grunt, cock plunging deep and hitting your most sensitive parts repeatedly. You can’t think straight, no thoughts linger in your fuzzy brain and you’re incapable of focusing on anything other than the feel of Higuruma’s cock stretching you out.
“Hah—feels so… mngh… you feel so good, Hiro.”
He drags his cock out, only to push back into your velvety innards with toe curling precision. He fucks you with hard, worshipful strokes, pulling the sweetest sounds from your drenched pussy and in the sounds echo like sinful whispers in the night.
“You feel so good, my love.” Higuruma buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in as he drags out your pleasure.
“And if it’s cock that you want, if it’s cock that you need, I’ll gladly feed it to you over and over again.”
“You’re so filthy, I don’t think that you—ah!”
The cusp of Higuruma’s cock smacks your cervix and you choke on a wail. Every thrust breaks down your ability to stay intact, breaks down your ability to hold on to your sanity.
“And you can’t hold on for much longer, can you, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl?”
You shake your head just as a whimper slips free.
“I can’t–"
It’s not just your lack of mana that’s impacting you, it’s the sensation, the connection you feel that has you feeling vulnerable, too weak to even put up a fight with your own body.
“Then transform back.”
He’s still so insistent to see you for who you truly are. He hasn’t given up.
“Show me all of what you—hah—are because,” Higuruma’s cock reaches deeper and deeper and it becomes increasingly difficult for you to think clearly. “It doesn’t matter what form you take, I will always–”
He groans as he delivers a single thrust that has the tip of his leaking cock pressing riiight on your sweet spot and you cry out, feeling your strength crumble, feeling the way your body fights so desperately to hold on, but you’re weak.
Too weak.
“—love you the same.”
Higuruma’s hands find the underside of your knees as he presses forward, and he keeps you spread while pushing your knees back until they’re pressed to your chest.
His cock reaches deeper than ever before with the change in position and it’s that sensation that is your undoing.
You’re unable to hold on any longer, unable to find the strength that it takes for you to maintain your last semblance of humanity and before long, your skin colour slowly fades, tinting a pretty, pretty hue that isn’t at all natural for a human along every single inch of your body.
Your wings struggle behind you, flapping uselessly and your tail rests between your bodies while you hold onto Higuruma like only he can save you from the sensations that you’re feeling.
“Would you just look at that…”
Higuruma’s eyes rove over your features and if possible, he falls all the more in love with you.
He delivers another thrust before he rolls his hips, stretching you good and you cry out.
“You truly are perfect, huh? My perfect, perfect wife.”
His hips stutter and his cock twitches, pre-cum leaking from the tip and when he thrusts in again, you’re creaming on his cock with a choked cry, eyes rolling back as you claw at Higuruma’s back.
Your orgasm steals your breath, constricts your lungs and has your legs shaking while you moans fall from your lips like sweet hymns that soothe Higuruma’s soul. His orgasm is quick to follow suit and Higuruma groans as he empties himself inside of you, your amalgamation of sap oozing out and back onto the base of his cock.
He helps you ride out your high, cock pistoning into your cunt with repetitive squelches as he fucks his cum back into you, prolonging your pleasure in a way that has you seeing heaven.
You see it, you taste it and it’s magnificent.
When the pleasure ebbs, the two of you stay like that—breathless, panting messes. You feel much better, no longer a victim to the need to stay hidden, but you’ve yet to get out of the cathedral.
You’re still weak despite the new flow of energy.
“I don’t understand why you hid this version of yourself from me.” Higuruma murmurs, unmoving as he nuzzles your neck. “Perhaps I should keep you here so that you can embrace the worship that you deserve.”
You shake your head.
“I can’t stay in the cathedral, Hiro.”
Higuruma hums before he sighs, breath fanning the heated flesh of your neck before he pulls away. He seems torn by whatever is warring in his mind.
“This cathedral, my love, is not real.”
Your brows furrow, eyes darting around the interior and Higuruma’s eyes light up with mirth.
“Structurally, yes, it is—but it wasn’t built for the purpose of worshipping a God.”
You’re confused and Higuruma sees that. As bright as day.
“Maybe this will help you understand.”
Higuruma stills for a moment, and you want to ask him what on earth he’s doing, but you feel it before you see it. Higuruma’s hips jerk while he braces his hands on either side of your head.
Your vision goes blurry for a moment, and you gasp, back arching as Higuruma’s cock swells while he keeps himself buried deep inside your warm confines. He stretches you, and your breathing grows ragged while he hisses.
He's growing bigger somehow and it has you whining because the stretch feels obscene. It’s too much.
“What are—Hiromi—ugh.”
He grows bigger, every single inch of him. His limbs morph into a different shape, his flesh stains darker, unnatural, though the shade differs to yours. Large horns adorn his head while a long tail, one that matches yours flicks behind him and when he finally finishes his own transformation, your eyes go wide.
Not just from surprise, but because your pussy chokes on his girth.
Your eyes rove his new features, the features that he too kept hidden from you. This is the last thing that you’d expected to happen tonight, but it somehow makes sense.
Everything makes sense; the people who have disappeared, the strength of his soul, his ability to ensure that no harm has been able to come to you, the reason why he wasn’t mad when he revealed that he knew what you were and everything else in between.
He's been a demon all along. A different species to yours, but a demon all the same. He’s responsible for the dwindling numbers of the people and to say that you’re surprised doesn’t even begin to cover it. Now you know why they disappear, just like you, your husband has to feed, though he doesn’t feed on lust and dreams the way you do.
You open your mouth to say something, anything, but your ability to speak betrays you.
Higuruma notices your speechlessness and his chuckle rumbles deep and, despite the immense change that happened right before your eyes, his gaze is no different from before—it’s still gentle, still full of adoration, still worshipful.
You find your voice before he can say anything.
“You built the cathedral.”
That is the only reason you can think of when it comes to why being in here has done absolutely nothing to you.
“Yes, darling. I did—many, many years ago.”
“You made me believe that it was real by absorbing my mana.”
“I did, yes—nothing that’d harm you.”
Higuruma places a kiss on your cheek before he lifts a hand to cradle your smaller one so that he can bring it up to cup his face. Your thumb moves mindlessly, drawing light circles on his cheek as Higuruma keeps your hand there.
“I’ve given you some of mine too, so I hope that you can forgive me.”
“I think I can manage to do that.”
A beat of comfortable silence passes and not because you’re angry or struggling to come to terms with what you’ve just discovered. You’re simply allowing yourself to get a grip on the fact that you’d been right about what’d happen when your secret is revealed.
Your life is going to change, though, just not in the way you anticipated.
“Hiromi.”
Your eyes snap to where your bodies are still connected. You’re too reluctant to move.
“Yes, my love?”
“You don’t think that you could have pulled out before transforming?”
❀ Pairing: Stallion hybrid! Toji x Stallion hybrid! Sukuna x Stallion hybrid! Choso x Show mare hybrid! Reader
♞ Part 1
❀ Word count: 7.8k
❀ Content warning: 18+ MDNI ⋆ hybrid AU ⋆ equestrian AU ⋆ FEM! Mare! Reader ⋆ multiple jjk men x reader ⋆ polyamory ⋆ F/M/M/M dynamic ⋆ foursome ⋆ soft dom! Choso ⋆ Tojikuna action with the tiniest hint of Sukucho ⋆ reader is still in heat ⋆ ruts ⋆ breeding ⋆ little bit of urination ⋆ implied marathon and multiple orgasms ⋆ overstim ⋆ double penetration ⋆ two d's in one hole ⋆ unprotected p in v sex ⋆ slight hints of jealousy ⋆ anal sex (m! receiving) ⋆
☆ Author's note: I had to fight demons to hope and pray that this would post 😭 I apologise to every single one of you guys who waited like, an eternity for this 😭 Also, part 1 isn't compulsory to read, but it focuses a lot more on the Toji x Reader smut whereas this part doesn't.
The academy is quiet. Not literally, of course not, that would be impossible to accomplish. It’s simply quiet in the way one would describe the calm before the storm. Where tension builds and builds before it finally snaps.
Shiu doesn’t know what to do. He’s been stuck pacing back and forth in his room in the worker’s dorm where, hiding even though the person he’s hiding from isn’t here.
She’s still gone, but that’s only temporary. Yuki will be back sooner or later, back in less than a week, in person and he would much rather break the bad news to her while she’s on the other end of a call.
It minimises the amount of risk that he has to face while sharing the events of what had happened. He needs to call her. Let her know that he fucked up and big time.
He managed to remedy the situation, but that’s for some part of it.
You’re currently in your private stables, locked away from both Toji who is stuck in the paddocks and Sukuna who has arrived about an hour ago. It’s early evening and he’s looking for you; he made that fact known the moment he was brought back onto the premises of the academy earlier.
Shiu had to lie, had to figure out some way to get Sukuna to believe that he needs to wait before he can see you again.
After he’d dealt with the fight that Takuma had pointed out, Shiu hadn’t gone back to check up on Toji. Part of it was because he’d forgotten, another part of it was because he had other duties to attend to. He’d thought that the sooner he’d get those tasks done, the sooner he would get some time off.
He had promised to let Toji out later too. Later meant that Shiu didn’t have to show up until much later, but he’d soon figured that he made a mistake. He should have gone to double check, should have gone to ensure that Takuma managed to follow through with his instruction.
The kid isn’t incompetent. He’s far, far from that, but Shiu knows the effect Toji has on the workers here. They’re afraid of him and that makes it hard to concentrate, makes it hard to maintain composure around him.
When he had gone back to finally let Toji out, he hadn’t been in his stall and the door and locks had been broken. That’s when he rushed to find you and to his horror, you’d been all but folded beneath the stallion that Shiu had been trying to keep away from you.
He didn’t want to, but Shiu had to find a way to get you away and he did. Took a lot of effort, took a lot of keeping his eyes away from what had been left bare, but he’d managed to pry you away, nonetheless.
Now, Shiu just needs to figure out what it is that he’s going to tell Yuki before she finds out on her own.
Choso stands right in front of the stable doors, not his, not yours, but Sukuna’s. He knows why he’s here, knows the risk that he's taking by being so willing to let Sukuna in on the events of what happened and it’s simply to settle the fury that simmers deep in his chest.
Toji had gotten in the way, had taken what he wanted because he thought that he could.
He’s been waiting for a chance to sneak into the stables, but nobody seems to be on duty. That made his job a whole lot easier.
Shiu isn’t anywhere to be seen, other workers have been scurrying about, seeing to problems that don’t concern him. So, he’s taken advantage of their seemingly busy schedules.
“Where is she?”
Choso knows that Sukuna has long since realised that he’s here and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who he’s talking about. Choso knows where you are—he’d seen where Shiu had dragged you off to after he’d caught you with Toji.
He'd seemed very distressed, panicked even.
“Private stables,” Choso points out as he moves to unlock Sukuna’s stall. “Don’t think that you’re going to like the reason as to why she’s there.”
And Sukuna doesn’t.
Choso shares the events of what happened, leaves out the part where he enjoyed himself a little too much and he does this as they make their way to where you are.
Nobody sees them, nobody stops them and it’s a wonder as to what the workers are doing. Though, it is late and many of them are retiring from their duties, so Choso counts his blessings. He knows that unlocking the stalls of other hybrids are prohibited around here.
They’re standing in your stables moments later, the air engulfed in feminine musk so thick it makes them dizzy.
Sukuna exhales, face scrunched as his eyes trail over you. Granted, you smell needy, of the sweetness that he always imagined would permeate from you during your heat. He’s smelled it in passing, detected hints of it in the past when Yuki would keep you separated from him.
Though, your need isn’t the only thing that he detects. Sukuna smells Toji and his scent is all over you. It’s clear that he’s marked you, that he’s mated with you.
“You mated with him.” Sukuna doesn’t question it because it’s an observation, a fact that he has no choice but to accept.
You blink, part your lips to speak, but Choso beats you to it.
“It was my fault—I shouldn’t have taken her to the wrong stables.”
Sukuna glances at Choso, narrows his gaze but not in anger or exasperation. Then, he trails his gaze over to you again. Your pheromones have become increasingly difficult to ignore, and the scent has heat simmering in his gut.
“What am I to do with you, huh?”
Sukuna walks up to you, and you reach out to him. Even with your bleary gaze, you recognise him. His scent, his voice, everything.
He buries his face in your neck when he pulls you towards him and breathes you in, breathes in too much of Toji. He doesn’t know how long you’ve been at it, but judging by how needy your pheromones still are, it couldn’t have been all that long.
“You never listen unless I make you,” Sukuna pulls his nose away from your neck and peers into your eyes. “You like it when I do that?”
“I listened,” you whine
You make a sound, a small defeated one that gives Sukuna an answer to his question. Right, yes. Of course you like to make things difficult for him because you like that.
“Told you that you’re a brat.”
“I’m not.”
Choso doesn’t take his eyes off of you, even as Sukuna dwarfs your form. He considers standing aside, but that’s not what he wants, that’s not why he’s here.
He wants you too and he’s already allowed Toji to get away with stealing you.
So, he moves to support you from behind, casts a quick glance Sukuna’s way and surprisingly enough, he doesn’t comment.
You make a desperate little sound when you register that Sukuna and Choso both have you pressed up against them and their musk dances along your nostrils like an aphrodisiac. They both smell good—like your body is welcoming the warm familiarity.
Need pulses between your thighs, a throb that has you breathing them in shamelessly.
“Please.”
“Please what, sugar?”
He knows what you want, you reek of the need to have your heat tended to.
Again, your body responds before you can even register what’s going on. Need coils deep in your gut as urine drips down your thighs, then your legs, small droplets that relay one message to both stallions that have you pressed between them.
Choso’s breath catches, you feel it in the way his chest stutters and Sukuna freezes. For a long moment, Sukuna says nothing and although he smells it, he checks the evidence for himself.
To his delight, you’ve urinated, expressed your eagerness in the one way your body knows how to.
Choso curses and you hear the breathlessness in his voice.
“Yeah, sugar. I read you loud and clear—gonna take care of you like I promised you I would.”
Sukuna lifts his gaze, peers over at Choso and they make eye contact. They don’t usually do this, they haven’t ever done it, but there is a mutual understanding that settles in the air between them.
They can’t let Toji hog you to himself, so they have to do something about it.
Shiu stands still—doesn’t move, doesn’t even breathe as he holds the phone to his ear, hand trembling just the slightest bit. He’s not scared, not at all intimidated by the silence and that’s what he tells himself.
That’s the thought that circles in his brain so that he doesn’t lose his sanity. It’s already taken a lot to psych himself up for a mere call and he knows that he can’t take any more stress.
“You did what!?”
Shiu gulps, running his fingers through the cropped strands of hair and fear blossoms in his chest despite Yuki being on the other side of the phone.
He is scared and he is intimidated. Very, very much so.
“I uh… left Takuma in charge of securing Toji’s locks.” Shiu repeats, kicking at a stone from the dirt path that crunches beneath his boots as he paces back and forth. “He got the order of them wrong, and I didn’t go back to check.”
“What were you thinking, Shiu?”
He wasn’t thinking. That’s what he believes. His brain had processed too many thoughts, too many ideas that it felt like he hadn’t been thinking at all.
When Shiu doesn’t answer quick enough, Yuki sighs on the other end of the line, that breath undeniably a release of her frustration. She knows that this isn’t really his fault. He explained everything and she understands.
“How long were they at it?”
The change in tone captures his attention.
“Not too sure.”
Shiu eyes the stables in the distance, not yours, the stables where he locked Toji in. Properly this time. It reminds him of the other issue at hand; a broken stable door that will have to be fixed or replaced.
“But her heats often come in waves, no?” Shiu scratches the back of his neck, eyes fluttering shut as he thinks long and hard. He recalls Yuki mentioning the fact sometime in the past.
“I think that I managed to get her away from Toji when the first wave ebbed.”
Yuki is silent and she stays silent. It’s almost unnerving.
Then, “Right. Where is she now?”
“Currently in the private stables—where the new building is.”
Yuki sighs from the other side of the line, but it’s not riddled with frustration like from the first time Shiu dialled her number.
“Please just make sure that sugar cube is in a stable condition. There’s nothing that we can do about… anything right now.” Yuki pauses and Shiu hears faint rummaging in the background.
“I’ve said that Toji’s a good breeding candidate, so if sugar cube is okay, just ensure that you take him to her. This is her first oestrus with a mate, so his presence is important.”
Shiu’s shoulders go slack, more so out of relief than anything. There’s a myriad of ways that this situation could have gone but fortunately enough for him, it worked out in his favour.
Seems like he’ll be keeping his job after all.
“Ri–”
“Sukuna should be there already, please keep him away from both Toji and sugar cube.”
Shiu sighs, dragging a hand over his face.
“Will do.”
“Leave Toji with sugar cube for the night—I’ll be back in less than a week. Try to keep Toji and Sukuna away from each other’s throats.”
The call ends after that and Shiu exhales again.
Leave Toji with you for the night.
Shiu exhales, as long as he doesn’t have to keep Toji separated from you anymore then all should be good. He’s still not sure what he’s going to do about Sukuna, but there’s not much that he can consider doing.
He slinks into the stables, grabs a rope because there’s no need for a harness right now before he trudges over to where Toji is, still pacing back and forth along the fence of the paddocks. He paces then stops, repeats the action like impatience has consumed him.
His eyes fixate on the last place he’d been with you from a distance, nostrils flaring every time he releases an exhale.
He hears Shiu approach and when he turns, his eyes narrow, unimpressed.
“You’ve got some nerve showin’ up here.”
“I’ve got some nerve?” Shiu raises a brow. “You nearly cost me my job.”
Toji scoffs, turns his head away like he couldn’t care less. He couldn’t, not about the man that had been the reason as to why he hasn’t been able to see while you’re in desperate need of his help, in desperate need of him.
He still tastes you on his tongue, still feels your warmth lingering on his flesh and he’s been forced to stay away from you just because a set of rules claims that he should.
“Let’s not forget that you broke the fucking locks and the door to your stall.”
Toji still doesn’t look at Shiu and settles for a low grunt.
“You’ve honestly given me more work than any other hybrid on these grounds, you brute. You’re lucky Yuki thinks that you’re a good breeding candidate.”
Toji’s ears perk and he steals a glance at Shiu.
“Your boss lady?”
Shiu grumbles under his breath before he meets Toji’s gaze.
“Yes,” he gestures to the rope in his hands, uncoiling the lead. “She says that you can stay with her mare for the night.”
Toji blinks and stays silent. He’s not dreaming he knows that. It’s already been about two hours since he's last seen you and he’s been wondering how you’ve been holding up. He didn’t satisfy you fully and neither did he himself.
“Let’s get going then.”
Shiu secures the rope around Toji’s neck, the loop not at all tight as he leads Toji to your private stables. The closer they get, the more Toji’s senses come to life, and he knows that Shiu doesn’t quite hear or smell what he does in that moment.
Toji freezes, ears flickering and nostrils flaring. From all the way out here he smells your sweetness, your need accompanied by pheromones that don’t belong to you.
Shiu’s gaze darts over to Toji and the man groans. He doesn’t understand what the issue is now. Didn’t Toji want to be with you?
“What’s the problem–”
“Water.”
“What?”
Toji grunts, gaze flickering over to Shiu for a long moment.
“We’re goin’ to need water and lots of it. I’ll get myself in there.”
Shiu’s face contorts into a very unimpressed expression. Toji really has no shame, but Shiu guesses that he’s right.
So he eyes the rope before taking it and throwing it over his shoulder and gesturing to the stables.
“Try not to squash her this time, you brute. Yuki still needs her in perfect condition.”
“Can’t make any promises.”
Shiu grimaces before he walks off to retrieve the water that he knows that you’ll be needing and Toji eyes the building again before stepping closer and making his way inside.
He's not surprised when he enters, he’d gotten the hint long ago, but Toji’s gaze narrows, darting between both Sukuna and Choso before they land on you.
Your chest heaves, skin slick with sweat and what Toji knows is the evidence of your activity with the two stallions that have themselves buried deep inside of you. He meets your bleary gaze, unfocused despite your best attempts to follow the source of the noise you’d heard.
Oh, you’ve been at it with them for a while now. It’s as clear as day, but Toji isn’t mad. He doesn’t blame anyone for wanting you the way that he does.
“Well, well,” Toji slips into the stables and both Choso and Sukuna whip their heads in his direction. “Looks like you three are enjoying my absence a little too much, ey?”
Toji’s gaze roves your form before he meets your gaze again. “Evenin’ sweetness, good to see that you haven’t been left all alone.”
“Mnn… ‘Ji,” it’s a poor attempt at speaking, but you try. You acknowledge him, make an attempt to reach out for him but Sukuna isn’t having it.
“Saying his name while you’ve got two dicks shoved in your cunt?” Sukuna scoffs and pinches your clit. “How rude.”
You whine and Toji swallows. Watching you lose yourself in pleasure is almost as good as being buried inside of you.
“I think that she’s allowed to call for me, you know, considering that she’s my mate.”
“Not just yours anymore,” Choso shoots back and Toji’s amusement dances in his eyes. “We mated with her too.”
There’s a moment of silence, a long stretch of quiet that has everyone but you looking between one another.
Toji’s eyes flick to Sukuna whose chest heaves as he glares at him and Toji only huffs out an amused chuckle.
“You clearly do like what you see, huh?”
Despite his best efforts to stay still, Sukuna pulls himself away from you only to tackle Toji to the floor. They don’t begin fighting in an attempt to draw blood, but they wrestle as though words alone won’t express what they’re feeling.
“You mated with her when you weren’t supposed to,” Sukuna spits, face contorted into an ugly snarl as he pushes at Toji’s face.
The latter grunts, pushes back and he attempts to roll out from under Sukuna.
“Says you who told her to stay away from me like I’d make her sick.”
“I have my reasons for that.”
Choso’s eyes follow Toji and Sukuna as they shove at one another and he exhales, turning his attention back to you. He believes that if those two want to fight, then he’ll let them fight.
Still buried deep inside you, Choso flips you so that you’re nestled on your back, whining as he peppers kisses along your jaw before he resumes the pace that he’d kept up earlier.
Sukuna and Toji are still at one another’s throats, grunting and groaning while they wrestle their frustrations out. Choso doesn’t care, he does want Toji to get what he deserves, but he’d rather have Sukuna see to that.
“Wanted to apologise for what happened earlier,” Choso pants, cock sliding out just enough before he pushes back into you with a gasp. “I should have walked away; I shouldn’t have stayed put and watched.”
You make a sound, open yourself up for him as he thrusts into you like he’s dreamed of this moment. He has, many, many times.
“Choso.”
“I’m sorry, so sorry, mhnn… please, you just smelled so good, looked so good that I couldn’t help it.”
Choso delivers another thrust that has your back arching and your eyes rolling so far back that you lose any ability to think clearly.
“Do you forgive me?”
His hips smack against yours and the rough hairs at the base of where he’s swollen with need grazes your clit.
You nod. You liked it, liked having his eyes on you, you liked the way he resorted to touching himself because he’d liked what he was seeing. It made the moment better than you’ll admit.
You open your mouth to try and speak, to try and let Choso know that you’re not mad, but your words fail you when his thrusts knock all the air from your lungs. They’re deliberate and you feel so full.
Choso leans forward enough so that he can express his relief with gentle kisses, but his body’s movement has you crying out while your walls clamp around his girth.
“Ch-Choso, you’re in too deep.”
He shakes his head, pressing forward until it feels like your body is quite literally going to snap in half. For one with his stature, he has a surprising amount of strength.
“I’m sorry… but I’m—hah,” Choso keeps you trapped while his cock sinks deeper and deeper, until the heady cusp of his cock smooches your cervix like a long-lost lover. “Not deep enough… not enough, not enough.”
He pulls out just enough before slamming his cock right back into you with a crude SCHLIK! that has heat picking at your skin. Sukuna and Toji still push and shove at one another, but you don’t hear what they’re saying.
Neither does Choso.
“I wanna fill you so, so bad—please let me.”
“Choso,” you pant while you struggle to find your breath. “Mmn—gonna cum.”
That’s all he needs, all Choso needs before he’s feeding you the swollen inches of his cock until you come undone and drench him. You cry out while pleasure washes over you and you sound so sweet that Choso gives in immediately.
He coats your treacly walls with a thick load of his need while he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He stays like that while he plunges in and out of you at the perfect angle that drags out your pleasure.
You hear Toji whistle, not an attempt to get your attention, but a sound that you’d consider appreciative.
“I left you alone for five minutes and you take advantage of my absence?” Sukuna raises a brow at Choso who simply offers him a pinched expression.
“As if you weren’t hogging her before he,” Choso’s gaze snaps to Toji who offers him that very same look when he'd basked in your neediness while forcing him to watch. “Got here.”
When you blink over at Sukuna and Toji, they’re both peering at you and Choso, clearly having gotten their frustration out enough.
Sukuna doesn’t say anything, doesn’t bother commenting any further and only snorts before his eyes flick to where Choso pulls out of you slowly.
“Didn’t think you had that in you,” Toji huffs, eyes fixating on the way your cunt quivers as a thick stream of froth drips from you.
His cock twitches, instinct if anything.
“You had it coming.” Sukuna seethes as he makes his way back to you, not bothering to spare Toji another glance.
You push yourself up as he nears you and before you can even open your mouth to speak, he lifts you effortlessly and you yelp.
“Put her down.”
Sukuna scoffs at that, peering at Toji from over his shoulder. Still, he says nothing and glances at Choso instead. He steps closer and Choso steps back, not because he’s scared, but because of an instinct that has been embedded into him.
“We weren’t done,” Sukuna finally manages, directs his words at Toji as Choso’s back hits the wall and the former turns you around allowing your eyes meet ebony irises that regard you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.
It happens so fast then, Choso whimpers as Sukuna pushes you forward, prompting Choso to support your weight while guiding their cocks together.
Still sensitive, you whine as Sukuna lowers you onto both of their cocks and they stretch you slow, stretch you wide and you gasp at the sensation that feels like it's burning you alive.
Choso leans in to place another kiss on your lips as your cunt swallows both his and Sukuna’s cocks all over again. You kiss him back, taste him, feel him and you feel his need pulse with a single jerk.
“Leavin’ me out again, huh?” Toji scoffs before stepping up behind Sukuna, nose brushing the back of his neck as he pushes up against him.
Sukuna’s muscles pull stiff and his eyes narrow.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“You’re not the only ones in rut, you know?” Toji’s mouth quirks into a smirk. “You want to be inside her? Fine.”
Toji presses the tip of his cock to Sukuna’s puckering entrance, teeth catching his bottom lip at the heat that greets him.
“But count me in on all the fun.”
Sukuna bucks and he manages to shove Toji back. Just a little. He doesn’t want to acknowledge the way his stomach twisted at that feeling. It wasn’t disgust, far from it and that’s what scares him.
“What? Scared that you’ll like it too much?”
“Fuck off.”
“You’ve got your cock buried inside my mate,” Toji huffs. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
Sukuna exhales a heavy breath, eyes fixating on you as you keep your face pressed up against Choso’s chest. You murmur something under your breath, something incoherent, but he catches the syllables of Toji’s name.
Sukuna knows that you can’t help it, and he’s reading the message you’re trying to share loud and clear. You want all three of them, you want them to share.
He turns his head, glances over his shoulder and with a scowl, “You’re a fucking idiot, don’t think that this let’s you off the hook. Just… fuck—do it and shut up.”
Toji’s tongue swipes over his teeth as he offers Sukuna that cocky smirk of his. He knows he’s won.
He moves closer again, wraps his hand around his aching shaft before giving it a couple of long strokes, spreading the pre that had collected at his tip. Still, your pheromones do wonders for him.
Then, Toji sinks into Sukuna’s tight orifice and the two groan in unison, the sound deep, but riddled with pleasure that neither of the two will admit. It’s slow, and Sukuna tenses as Toji feeds him the thick inches of his cock.
“Would ya look at that? Perfect fit.” Toji stares at where he’s connected to Sukuna, where his cock disappears in his warmth.
“I told you to shut up.”
Sukuna’s cock seems to swell, grows steadily and you whine. It has you feeling fuller, stretched in a way that makes your body hum.
Toji thrusts into Sukuna then, a quick movement that sends the latter’s weight forward and his cock brushes the sensitive spots of your walls and the sensitive spots of Choso’s cock.
“Oh fuck, this feels better than I expected.” Toji licks his lips, settles his hands on the pronounced muscles along Sukuna’s waist and that’s the moment that sparks the heat that simmers in everyone.
Sukuna thrusts up, cock grazing Choso’s as he keeps his burly arms on either side of Choso’s head while you remain pressed between their bare chests. Choso grunts as he mirrors Sukuna and finds a pace that matches his.
You breathe in and then exhale, breaths uneven. The medley of their scents, all three of them, is dizzying.
It makes your brain feel like mush and your body feel numb in all the best ways. Everything is warm, you’re drenched between your thighs and the sounds that reverberate through the space around you is so lewd that it’s almost hypnotic.
You hear Toji grunt, the sound guttural and familiar, as he thrusts up into Sukuna who groans and curses under his breath. His cock twitches inside you and you’re sure that both you and Choso feel the jerking movement.
“Fuck, can you calm down?”
Toji’s grip on Sukuna’s waist tightens, just a fraction, as a shit-eating grin pulls at his lips. His eyes fixate on where his cock plunges deep into Sukuna’s hole and although it’s not your pussy, it still suffices.
“Can’t—not when your ass is sucking me in like it wishes that I could stay here forever.”
Toji’s thrusts turn so brutal that you feel it through Sukuna’s movements.
Every moment that Toji pulls his cock from Sukuna’s puckering orifice, Sukuna’s thrusts ease as he relieves you of a few of his girthy inches and when Toji thrusts back in, Sukuna’s cockhead finds your sensitive spots again.
You choke on a sob as Choso and Sukuna keep you squished between their chests and you’re pretty sure that you start drooling against Choso’s. He doesn’t seem to mind, and you can’t bring yourself to care.
“Mmn—too much… ah!”
You gasp as their cocks massage your velvety canal with every brutal thrust that has the fattened tips of their cocks smacking against your cervix.
“Too much, huh?” Toji huffs from behind Sukuna and you whine at the sound of his voice. It sparks a memory that burns bright and you clamp down, earning a groan from the other two stallions.
“None of this is too much for you, sweetness,” Toji thrusts harder, pushes Sukuna further into you and in turn, he pushes up against Choso’s cock that hits your sensitive spot.
Your thighs are coated in your slick and other fluids that you’d lose your mind over had you not been so drunk on sensation.
You’re sore and aching, from earlier, from now, but you’re still far too eager to soothe that itch that resides deep, deep inside of you.
Tears stream from your eyes as you feel another orgasm build, your mouth falling open while you cry out for the umpteenth time. Pleasure pricks at every nerve while your walls clamp and flutter around the twitching girths that keep you stuffed and plugged full of cum.
Choso makes a desperate sound and Sukuna groans again. They thrust up, cocks rubbing together before your mouth falls open, but no sound escapes you. You gasp, choke on a breath as your orgasm hits you, pulls you under a wave of ecstasy that has you clamping down on the girths that keep you stretched open.
That’s enough to have Sukuna and Choso spilling into you, filling you with thick ropes of their seed. It’s messy, too much for you to bear even as they fuck you right through your high.
Toji follows soon after, spilling into Sukuna with a groan that goes straight to your cunt despite it having just been wrung of everything that you have to offer.
Sukuna huffs, leans forward as his cock twitches some more, like he hadn’t just given you a thick load mere seconds ago.
For a long moment, neither of you say anything—you can’t, even if you wanted to. You’re numb, fucked completely senseless, but you feel satisfied.
The heavy breathing is cut off when a loud crash resounds from the entrance and everyone’s attention snaps to the source of the noise. It’s unexpected, catches everyone completely off guard.
Shiu stands by the door, absolutely horrified. His arms remain slack, fingers twitching like he’s not sure he wants to strangle himself or not. Still petrified and with a racing heart, his eyes dart between all of your sweat-slicked and sticky bodies.
He’s going to lose his job for sure this time. That terrifies him.
Toji glances at Shiu and offers him that usual cocky smirk that he always does, Sukuna only shoots him an unimpressed glare while Choso’s eyes mirror Shiu’s wide ones.
You’re far too gone to notice anything, still high on sensation and how full you feel.
“What…” Shiu feels the way his heart skips one too many beats as he struggles to formulate his words, as he continues to stare between the three stallions.
He wills himself to look at you. At the state that you’re in.
“The fuck is happening here?”
He hadn’t been gone that long.
“You brought the water,” Toji drawls, teeth glinting. “Gonna need more than that though.”
“So let me get this straight…” Yuki’s voice trails off as she inhales, mulling over her thoughts and her words. “You let Toji mate with her when I specifically wanted Sukuna to.”
Shiu gulps down the lodge of nerves in his throat as Yuki’s eyes fixate on him for a lingering moment.
“Then, when I let you off the hook for that, you let three stallions mate with her in total.”
When he hears it aloud, he considers firing himself in Yuki’s place. She’s never been one to allow anyone to hinder her plans that she’s thought through, and he’s managed to hinder those plans.
“I promise that it wasn’t–”
“Not one, not two, but three!? Shiu, are you insane?”
He says nothing for the longest time but finally allows himself to apologise. For this, for Toji getting to you in the first place, for being negligent and allowing Choso to do the same. So much has happened when he was supposed to be watching over you.
“Is there a way that I can make up for–”
“Sell him.”
She says it so casually that Shiu almost thinks that he’s heard her wrong, but when he peers over at her with furrowed brows, she repeats the words again.
“You want me to give Toji away?”
“Are you deaf?” Yuki sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I said that you should sell him, not give him away—he’s worth a lot.”
Shiu doesn’t say a word, simply thinks quietly to himself. He should have seen this coming and there’s not much that he can say or do. He had been keen on keeping Toji around, but he can’t go against Yuki’s request.
Not when he’s messed up the way he has.
“Yeah,” Shiu licks his lips, nodding his head. “I’ll see that I get to that.”
Shiu doesn’t say much after that. As much as he’d agree that Toji is as difficult and as stubborn as a mule, he’d made progress.
“I’ll pay sugar cube a visit and I’ll be with you in a bit.”
Shiu sighs as shoves his hands into his pockets with a nod. He can already see how breaking the news to Toji will end.
Yuki heads on over to where you are after having spoken to Shiu. She hadn’t gotten to see you yet, still in your private stables where she’d requested that you be placed when she arrives again.
You perk, smiling as you make your way over to her. Seeing her face after so long has a warm feeling flooding in your chest.
“Hi, sugar cube,” Yuki greets as she cups your face, examining the marks on your neck as you keep your gaze averted sheepishly.
“They did quite a number on you, huh?”
She’s not really hoping for an answer, she already knows what’s happened. None of the stallions were at all subtle about staking their claim.
Your heat is long since over but considering that you’ve got a total of three mates, none of them are allowing the others to outdo them. It’s like leaving you marked and bruised is how they manage to cope with having to share you.
Yuki believes that she’ll have her hands full as long as you’re around.
“Are you well rested? They haven’t disturbed your peace too much, have they?”
You shake your head, “No.”
Yuki hums and offers you a relieved smile.
“Well, that’d make things much easier when Shiu sells Toji.”
You freeze, eyes going wide. You didn’t think that Toji would be leaving, you didn’t think that he’d be sold off.
“Wait you’re not keeping him?” You ask as Yuki pulls away from you and slipping her thumbs through the hoops of her jeans.
“He’s not mine to keep, sugar cube and there are consequences that need to be faced after everything that happened.”
You shake your head. For the first time, you allow yourself to put up a fight with what Yuki has decided. You don’t want Toji gone.
“You can’t let him leave—he’s my mate.”
Yuki sighs, softens her gaze as she peers at you. She understands your worry, understands what this means for you, so she stays gentle with her approach about it.
“You’ll be fine, I promise that everything will work out for the best.”
She doesn’t give you a chance to say anything, like you just have to come to terms with the fact that there is nothing that you can do.
You can fight, you can consider screaming and wailing, but you’ve never done such a thing. It’d be more embarrassing than what it would be helpful.
Toji hasn’t taken the news well at all since the news had been broken to him and Shiu has been left on the receiving end of his fury. There’s not much he can do when his boss has claimed that he is to get rid of the troublesome brute.
He's tried sharing the reason behind all of it with Toji, he’s tried explaining that everything will be alright, but the stallion doesn’t even want to hear what he has to say.
Whether it’s fury or just his lack of manners, Shiu doesn’t know and doesn’t bother. Toji didn’t shut up about it either, complained the past two days nonstop like a broken record.
“You can’t take me away, that makes no fucking sense.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t have much of a say. You’ve caused a lot of problems and now you’re paying the consequences.”
Toji is silent. He doesn’t know how to express his frustrations right now. It makes no sense to send him off out of nowhere like this.
After managing to accept the fact that he isn’t the only stallion who gets to have you, after spending just under a week relishing the ability to see you every day, now he has to leave?
He hasn’t seen you since Yuki got back and that fact alone has made everything feel far too real for his liking.
“I thought your boss lady said that it was okay for me to be with her mare.”
“Well, yeah, but you’re not the only one who was in that stables and that wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Toji opens his mouth but doesn’t get the opportunity to say anything.
Yuki makes her way over to where they are, sauntering like it wasn’t her decision that has led to Toji’s restlessness for the past two days.
Toji snorts, scowling at Yuki as she makes her way past him and over to Shiu. He opens his mouth, ready to share a piece of his mind, but Yuki doesn’t allow him to.
She silences him with a lift of her hand that catches him off guard and Toji scowl.
The sheer audacity of this woman.
“Came to double check and see if you’re willing to sell Toji—I’ve actually got someone who wants him.”
“Already?” Shiu lifts a brow and Toji’s face remains set in a scowl so deep that his face nearly fuses into that expression.
“Yep,” Yuki glances at Toji and he glances away. Looking at her infuriates him.
Shiu is silent for a moment, glances between Yuki and Toji before he sighs. He doesn’t have a choice, it’s either Toji or his job and admittedly, Shiu’s job hasn’t ever laughed at him because of his struggle.
“Yeah, yes I am.”
Toji grunts. “Why you fucking piece of–”
“Relax,” Yuki sighs, shaking her head before handing Shiu a small sheet of paper. “Took me two days to get the paperwork done and to make a couple of adjustments, but all should work out now.”
Toji snorts and glances at Shiu who reads over the piece of paper in his hands. It’s a cheque and with a value that he didn’t ever think he’d see. His pay is good, but it’s not like this.
“What’s this?”
“Me offering the money Toji is worth?”
Shiu’s brows furrow.
“I mean, you probably would have gotten more for him had you offered him up for those breeding programmes, but I don’t think separating him from anyone here is a good idea.”
Toji grunts as Yuki wraps the lead of his harness around her hand before she tugs. She’s much stronger than she looks and that’s what catches him off guard.
“You better buckle up, big boy because there’s no way that you’re getting out of training for contest performances now.”
“I thought you said that there’d be consequences for what happened?” Shiu slips the cheque into his pocket as his gaze finds Yuki and she sighs.
“There are—you don’t get to benefit from anything that is related to Toji, and he no longer has a choice about those contests that he doesn’t seem to be a fan of.”
Toji grunts at that, bares his teeth in a snarl just as he prepares to spit a nasty comment Yuki’s way, but she shoots him a glare so menacing that all he manages is a scowl.
“Don’t even think about it. I’ve dealt with Sukuna back when he acted just like you, so there’s nothing that you can try or say that’d get you out of this.”
She points at him, pokes him on his chest and he grunts.
“You wanted to mate with my mare, so now you’re paying the price.”
Shiu glances between the two and still, he can’t fathom how it is that Toji doesn’t react the way he’d usually do when faced with someone or something that he does not like
“But of course, you’ll still have to train him,” Yuki’s mouth curves at the corners as she glances at Shiu.
She’s satisfied with the outcome. Toji no longer gets to refuse training for contests, Shiu will still have to train him, but won’t have the benefit of using him for his own gain—he’ll have Choso and Yuji for that. He could have gotten far with Toji as a contestant, but alas, that was and will never be possible.
Shiu sighs. This is better than losing his job, but he can already see how difficult this process is going to be.
“We start tomorrow morning, training with Sukuna begins nice and early.” Yuki hands Shiu Toji’s lead and he takes it without a word. “You can drop him off at the stables, I’m sure Sukuna and sugar cube will be more than happy to hear that he’ll be joining them.”
Toji’s gaze follows Yuki, narrowed while his brows remain fixed in a frown. He’d tell her off for her attitude had she not just granted him the ability to see you everyday.
Saved him a heart attack too.
He’s dropped off at the stables soon after and doesn’t say a word, even as Shiu walks off. He peers at the very same stables where he'd found you and Choso the before he’d mated with you before stepping in.
“Toji?”
His eyes find you in a matter of seconds and although he’s got a frown etched onto his face, his eyes soften just the slightest as they land on you.
“You’re not gone, how thrilling.” Sukuna exhales, frowning at you as you try to wriggle out of his hold in an attempt to make your way over to the stallion that stands not too far ahead.
Sukuna had been keeping you close moments earlier, part of it is because he liked being able to keep an eye on you and the other part is because you’d been terribly disheartened after meeting with Yuki.
You shared the reason why and hadn’t quite taken the news of Toji leaving all too well but considering that you’re able to see him now has left you in higher spirits.
“The boss lady decided that she wanted to keep me around.” Toji huffs, lips quirking when you finally make your way over to him. “Hey, sweet girl, you been holding up okay?”
You nod, glancing up at him with wide eyes. You’re relieved to see him, glad that Yuki had been right. It had taken two days, but everything worked out.
Toji leans down, presses his lips to your forehead before he trails them lower to where you part your lips for him and he captures them in a searing kiss.
He doesn’t say it, not yet, but he’s glad that he’s not leaving you behind.
“Kissing her like I’m not here is disrespectful.”
Sukuna snorts as he slots himself behind you, forcing Toji’s face up and away from yours.
“She’s my mate, think I get to kiss her whenever I want.”
Sukuna snarls and Toji does the same. You take the opportunity to slip out from between them. The last thing you want is to be caught between the tension that simmers between them.
“She’s my mate too.”
“Well, I mated with her first, so you have to calm the fuck down.”
The shoving begins then. You don’t see who starts it, but you know that neither of them are going to back down from one another. You sigh, shaking your head. You consider asking them to stop, but you suppose that this is how they get along.
“I thought Toji would be leaving.”
You turn your head and as the voice alluded, you see Choso, frowning as he enters the stables with furrowed brows as he watches Toji and Sukuna wrestle like they couldn’t care less about who is with them and who is not.
“Yuki decided to keep him,” you offer him a wide smile as he peers over at you and it’s only then that you notice the small bouquet of freshly picked flowers in his hand.
“So those two are just going to engage in foreplay all the time?”
You peer over at Sukuna and Toji again. They grunt and snort, pushing up against one another with powerful muscle and limbs that clash together just like they’d done when you’d still been in heat.
“Ah… I’d assume so. As long as they get along, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
“Right…”
Choso offers you the small bouquet of flowers then and you hum, smiling wide at the sweet gesture.
“Thank you, Cho, these are so pretty.”
“There’s more out by the meadow—I was thinking that we could sit and pick through them, maybe decorate your tail the way you like.”
You hear another grunt and a curse, but you don’t bother turning around.
“That sounds nice, I’d love to.”
Choso leads you out of the stables then and you leave Toji and Sukuna behind while they settle themselves.
The days, weeks and months follow just like that. Sukuna and Toji wrestle their frustrations out so that they don’t have to verbally admit that they like one another while Choso finds an activity to do while he keeps an eye on you.
He doesn’t care much for the other two unless they’re hogging your attention and in between him training and coming out of his shell, he ensures that you are always well looked after.
The three, although clingy when it comes to you, get along a lot better with one another than what they used to and their new dynamic has saved both Shiu and Yuki a lot of trouble. It’s saved you the stress too.
The reason as to why they get a long is simple, really.
Ever since you started showing, their aggression, their insistence to be at one another’s throats toned down just the slightest. The round little bump serves as a constant reminder that you’re in a rather delicate state and can’t afford stress.
Life has been peaceful and you’ve been able to enjoy your free time to its fullest. You’ll just have to hope that the peace will remain even when your foal comes along.
A/N: This was supposed to be longer, but I realised that I was just being unnecessary and dragged the story when I could have kept it shorter, sigh 😔 it's part of the reason why this took so long 💔
❗Please refer to the chapter summaries as those will contain the warnings for each chapter! No warnings will appear at the beginning of any of the official chapters.
⚚ Content warnings: 18+ MDNI ⋆ Historical fantasy AU ⋆ interspecies relationship ⋆ FEM! Princess! Reader ⋆ slow burn ⋆ plot with porn ⋆ explicit smut ⋆ arranged marriage(s) ⋆ Prince! Yuta Okkotsu ⋆ enemies-to-friends-to-lovers ⋆ angst ⋆ mentions of blood, war and death ⋆ historical inaccuracies ⋆ size difference ⋆ magical elements ⋆ war between love and duty ⋆ weight of expectation ⋆ exploitation ⋆ mythical creatures and hybrids ⋆ she falls first, but he falls harder trope ⋆ courting methods ⋆ gift giving as a love language ⋆ virginity loss ⋆ first time for both parties ⋆ breeding attempts ⋆ creampies ⋆ soft and rough sex ⋆ unprotected p in v sex ⋆ mating for life ⋆ semi-public (outdoor) sex ⋆ runaway princess trope ⋆ biting and marking ⋆ character death ⋆ grief and loss ⋆ other mainstream characters involved ⋆ more tags to be added! ⋆
⚚ Taglist: 🔓(open)! ⋆ World map (and world building)
❀ Pairing: Stallion hybrid! Toji x Show mare hybrid! Reader
♘ Part 2
❀ Synopsis: In which you are an established, but sheltered mare hybrid—radiant and curious, a trophy magnet and oh? Oh! You seem to be attracting the stallions too!
❀ Word count: 17.4k
❀ Content warnings: 18+ MDNI ⋆ hybrid AU ⋆ equestrian AU ⋆ FEM! Mare! Reader ⋆ VIRGIN! Reader ⋆ slight Stallion! Sukuna x Reader (he has black hair in this fic) ⋆ slight Stallion! Choso x Reader ⋆ Handler! Shiu ⋆ Equestrian! Yuki ⋆ EVENTUAL SMUT ⋆ older! Toji ⋆ slight age gap ⋆ size difference ⋆ swearing ⋆ heats and ruts ⋆ urination ⋆ squirting ⋆ slight dub-con ⋆ manhandling ⋆ nipple play ⋆ exhibitionism ⋆ voyeurism ⋆ fingering ⋆ oral (f! receiving)/cunnilingus ⋆ cowgirl position/riding ⋆ unprotected p in v sex ⋆ breeding ⋆ multiple orgasms (reader) ⋆
☆ Author's note: PLEASE don't ask how I thought of all of this after rewatching a Barbie movie becuz idk either 😭 NEEways, I just wanted to get this idea out of my head, I hope that you guys enjoy!
Calm they said.
Gentle nature they dared to add.
Supposedly perfect for both agricultural and recreational activities, but it isn’t like any of that really matters right now. Or at all.
Shiu had done his research so that he’d better understand the hybrid, but he’d forgotten one thing. Those articles that he’s read, the information he’s gathered pertains only to fully bred Belgian horses, not a hybrid with a vile attitude.
It's worked before. Many hybrids reflect the personality of their breeds but it’s never usually to their full extent. There’s the matter of their human consciousness too. That and the factors that shape the way hybrids behave.
There’s a lot that Toji has experienced, it’s clear in the way he moves, in the way he tries to follow this personal routine that he’s set for himself.
It’s only been a week since Toji had first been transferred to Tsukumo Equestrian Academy, a hulking Belgian hybrid with a shiny black flank where the human part of him meets the hybrid part. He moves with powerful legs that could probably―no, definitely—cause severe injuries if caught on the receiving end of that blow.
Shiu knows that he should keep his distance when he can because he’s certain, absolutely convinced of the fact that Toji is the devil incarnate.
Satan’s spawn. There’s no way else around the fact.
In all of his years as a handler passionate about rescuing and training horses, both hybrids and full breeds, he’s never encountered a hybrid this temperamental and disobedient before.
Since Shiu is one of a handful of people responsible for training the hybrids on the academy grounds, he had taken it upon himself to give Toji roughly three days to adjust to his new home after his last one was forced to shut down due to financial and maintenance problems.
Unfortunately, the adjustments had been complicated.
Toji only ever lived on farms; never really restricted, never really expected to be trained, never expected to be well behaved and forced to stay in the stables for majority of the day.
Shiu used to be a farmer, but it hadn’t really gotten him anywhere. So, he moved on to working as an equine trainer at one of the most prestigious equestrian academies.
He understands Toji’s struggle, understands the life he was leaving behind.
He did what any other rational handler or equestrian would do to get Toji settled into his new life. He tried bringing in another hybrid to help ease Toji into his stay here.
Shiu has only ever owned the two hybrids that he’d rescued before coming to work at the academy; a gelding and a stallion. They’d been neglected by their previous owner who had no experience caring for hybrids at all. Despite their background, they match perfectly with cases such as Toji’s.
Well, they’ve helped with similar cases in the past.
They’re a bonded pair of fictive-kin, not blood related, but they treat one another as such. Just two gentle souls that get along with everyone.
Yuji, the gelding and the youngest between the two, is an albino Dutch Warmblood hybrid―extroverted and friendly. He’s built a little larger than his older brother, body designed for athleticism.
Outside of being the kind therapy hybrid that he is, Shiu has him train for cross-country events when he’s got the chance.
Choso, the stallion and just a couple of years older than his brother, is a Friesian hybrid with a glamourous inky flank. He was born to be a show hybrid, words that have been uttered to him, but unfortunately, he’s not well acclimated to having eyes on him at all times.
He prefers the quiet, likes to linger in places where it’s guaranteed he wouldn’t be bothered. Despite that, Shiu is slowly easing Choso into training for show events, but it’s going to take some time. Patience.
Shiu’s plan to help Toji adjust, however, had been a bust, a complete failure. Why?
Toji didn’t like them, claimed one was too annoying while the other just bored him to death. He saw no purpose in hanging around a stallion that couldn’t even meet his gaze.
Thankfully, there wasn’t necessarily any animosity between the three, but thanks to Toji’s stinking personality, they hardly ever interacted. That’s when Shiu realised that Toji wasn’t struggling to adjust, he was just refusing to.
All hope had seemed lost, but, for the very least, Toji had made some progress since having had arrived at the academy.
He grew disciplined enough to stay still during grooming, which he really seemed to like, he even began to follow certain instructions (it it’s better than not following instructions at all) and he eventually began to accept treats from Shiu too.
Shiu was sure, at the time, that the stallion had adjusted to him just fine, but just like the temperamental brute that he is, Toji just doesn’t like to listen or behave. He likes doing things his own way, a common characteristic in hybrids who are often left to their own devices.
Some stallion and mare hybrids are bred, born to strut, to live a life of glamour while the rest are born to plough—born with strength and stamina and built for a life of grit. The hybrids owned by the academy and the Tsukumo family are predominantly those who perform in contests―be it showing, dressage, pageant, scoring or athletic events.
Toji’s breed is ideal for both grit and glamour, but his previous owner hadn’t used him for either, only for breeding. So of course, he’d grown used to not having to do much.
Shiu groans, pinching the bridge of his nose as he wills himself to expend his growing frustration. This is probably the umpteenth time since training began. Not to mention that Shiu had only been trying to get and keep the harness on Toji.
The training didn’t even officially begin.
Shiu’s gaze flicks up, his narrowed eyes watching as Toji unbuckles the harness before ripping it off from his torso and dropping the heavy leather straps to the grassy pasture below with a thud!
Just like in every other occasion the obstinate stallion refused to comply with Shiu’s training methods, Toji offers him a lazy smirk, like he enjoys watching Shiu struggle and battle with his frustration, like Toji knows what he’s doing and is only trying to piss Shiu off.
This whole training process seems like it’s going to take Shiu way longer than he expected and the articles he’s read? Calm? Gentle nature?
Ha! Lies! Calm and gentle nature his ass.
“It’s been a week,” Shiu’s frustrated gaze fixates on Toji who simply kicks at the useless piece of training gear that he’d dropped.
Training harnesses and harnesses in general are designed specifically for horse hybrids. Just like full breeds have headstalls, reins and saddles, hybrids wear something more suitable for them. That being the harness with a leash attached to the front.
They have the ability to take it off. They have the ability to choose whether they want it on or not, but that’s where training comes in. Humans use training methods in a way that shapes hybrids to learn that even if they can take the harness off, they shouldn’t.
It’s cruel in a way that guarantees discipline. It can’t be helped either. Harnesses are imperative when it comes to handling hybrids. Especially in contests.
“You can’t keep rejecting training like this. You need it and I’m trying to help you–”
“I don’t want your trainin’, fuck face.” Toji interjects with a scowl, no longer amused, that scarred lips of his twitching into a snarl. “Pretty sure I don’t need it either.”
Shiu’s eye twitches. He’s tired, exhausted after having spent an entire week attempting to train Toji, to teach him proper or rather, basic etiquette.
Initially, the training had been intended for contests, because Shiu had taken one good look at Toji and thought that he’d definitely make the cut for scoring. An evaluation of either a mare or stallion’s condition, conformation, and behaviour. That’s all it is.
Toji isn’t at all interested in it, he had made it blatantly clear that he wants nothing to do with contests of any kind.
Now, in an attempt to salvage any last hope for both him and the stallion, Shiu is set on training him for the sole purpose of fixing his behaviour. Getting him disciplined enough to be a suitable candidate for breeding programmes too.
Toji belongs to Shiu for the time being, a temporary arrangement while he navigates what he’s going to do with him. So, finding a way to make him useful is important.
“I don’t think you understand that I’m trying to help you here. I just need you to trust–”
“Well, if it isn’t Shiu Kong!” A woman’s voice bellows from behind and both Toji and Shiu snap their attention to the source of the voice.
Shiu doesn’t, couldn’t ever mistake who that voice belongs to, so when his gaze falls on the blonde-haired woman, he isn’t surprised.
Yuki Tsukumo. A close friend and owner of Tsukumo Equestrian Academy.
“Thought I’d find you lazing around the paddocks.”
She saunters over to Shiu, burgundy handbag slung over her shoulder as she pushes her sunglasses up over her forehead, hips swaying in her denim jeans as her boots announce every step that she takes.
She walks like she owns the place. In a literal and figurative sense.
Shiu fixes his clothes, ridding himself of invisible dust and any trace of frustration that he’d felt mere seconds prior and offers Yuki a fond smile as he trudges over to the fence, shoving his hands deep into his pants pockets.
A relaxed motion.
“Yuki, you’re back. Good to see you,” he greets before slipping through the gate and locking it behind him. “It’s my day off. Didn’t know that would be considered lazing around.”
Shiu makes his way over to where Yuki stands, ensuring that he’s close enough to keep her away from Toji who is now leaning against the fence.
He's quiet. Observes the people within sight. He hasn’t been here long, but he knows that he’s never seen the blonde woman around at all.
Shiu, however, should have known that fate would have other plans. In what world would a distinguished equestrian simply ignore a horse, whether it’s a hybrid or fully bred?
“Oh. My. God!”
Yuki squeals and Shiu pales, his heart stuttering as perspiration suddenly gathers on his forehead. He hadn’t gotten a single word out about Toji yet, didn’t get to give Yuki a break down on what he’s observed so far.
She doesn’t hesitate and remains blissfully unaware of Shiu’s internal panic as she peers at Toji in pure wonder, her eyes twinkling as she all but flies in his direction.
“This is the new stallion you brought in while I was away? God, he’s massive too! Might even give Sukuna a run for his money.”
Shiu remains horrified, body frozen, in both fear for Yuki’s life and panicked surprise.
His eyes slowly, so very slowly trail to Toji who stands tall, arm muscles taut as he keeps his arms crossed, tail flicking right above the branded overalls resting low on his hips as he stares down at the woman rushing towards him with an unreadable expression.
Toji is no stranger to inquisitive stares, no stranger to admiration and flabbergasted expressions. He’s used to the surprise, the fascination even the intimidation on the faces of majority of his onlookers. It comes with being a stallion of his size, but he draws the line at unwelcomed touching and an invasion of personal space.
Shiu knows what Toji is like. He spent the past week learning, observing and reading Toji. Nothing had been easy for him.
Shiu soon snaps himself out of his panicked daze, ready to jump in front of Yuki, but he’s too late. His movements aren’t fast enough; he hesitates for far too long.
She’s in front of Toji in under a second, hands reaching out to him.
No.
Shiu swallows.
No.
“Yuki—wait, stop. He’s not very–”
A beat of Shiu’s heart, then another and another.
Huh?
Shiu believes that he’s dreaming. Surely he is, right?
There’s no way that the stubborn, admittedly petulant, and temperamental stallion is standing still as a stranger—someone who he doesn’t know, hasn’t even seen around the academy before—is being allowed to touch and poke at his face.
“People… friendly…?”
His words come out slow and soft. He’s not even sure that he hears himself.
“What’s your name, big boy?” Yuki coos at Toji and he only grumbles.
Never in all his years had he ever been treated like this, but he admires the woman’s confidence. No human has the balls to approach him like that.
“Name’s Toji.”
Shiu keeps his mouth shut. Not because he wants to, but because he’s genuinely speechless.
“He’s so handsome, Shiu!” Yuki chirps before scratching in her handbag and pulling out a couple of sugar cubes.
Then she pauses, realises that she missed a step and turns to look over at Shiu as she holds the treats in one hand.
“Oh, is he allowed to eat these?”
“Yeah—yes. Ah, sure.”
Normally, he wouldn’t reward Toji or a hybrid for that matter with treats when training is unsuccessful, but he’s still in complete and utter disbelief. Shiu eyes the stallion again, almost as though he’s waiting for Toji to do something to remind him that this is all a dream.
Miracles tend to happen, but this is absolutely ludicrous.
Then comes Toji’s movement. It’s reluctant in a way that simply suggests that he’s not used to the treatment, but he accepts Yuki’s sugar cubes before popping them into his mouth.
“What are you looking to do with him? You know, you’d actually stand a chance at winning contests this time—well, perhaps not on my level just yet… what about scoring?” Yuki taps Toji’s strong stomach.
Once. Then twice.
“His conformation is astounding.”
Toji grunts as the woman does a thorough assessment of him, pulling at and examining his burly arms, her hands moving to his waist where she presses and pokes the muscles there. He keeps his gaze locked on Yuki, letting out occasional heavy exhales, still not making a move to hurt or push her away.
It's not because he likes the attention or the touching. He really doesn’t, but because there’s a faint scent, too faint for him to even pinpoint, that lingers on her.
It's distracting him. Enough to have Toji question what it is.
Shiu clears his throat just then. “Ah, well… things are… complicated. Toji here doesn’t want to compete in contests and he still needs–”
“Well, then it can’t be helped.” Yuki sighs ostentatiously before stepping back to study Toji’s face carefully this time, thoroughly.
Her eyes fixate on that scar that decorates the corner of his mouth and the heavy glint of defiance in those green eyes of his. He's a troublesome one, she can tell.
“Makes sense though.”
She turns her gaze to Shiu before walking up to him, still unaware of the fact that he’d just been fearing for her life moments ago. She leans closer, her arm snaking over his shoulders.
“He doesn’t seem like the type to want to entertain people.”
Shiu knows that and he’s going to keep true to his self-proclaimed promise; he won’t even think of entering or registering Toji for any contests. He's certain Toji can sense whenever he so much as thinks of the idea, because he’d always get a death glare.
It's almost creepy.
“So what about the upcoming breeding programme then? There’ll be other equestrians and breeders―oh! And I heard that some farmers will be registering this year too.”
Yuki taps her chin as she narrows her eyes at Toji and he simply releases a heavy exhale.
The programme in question is a strict annual event designed for equestrians to make money and ensure that only the best foals are produced.
Though, there are specific criteria that have to be met when registering a candidate. Behaviour and temperament plays a vital role in it. They form the baseline for the minimum requirements.
“He trained well enough for the programme?”
Shiu doesn’t say a word. Not yet.
Then, after a short stretch of silence, “Well…”
He turns his head to the fence of the paddocks, peering through the thick slats until he catches a glimpse of Toji’s harness peeking from the grass.
“Not really, no.”
Yuki sighs, pulling away from Shiu as she runs her fingers through her hair. She’s a little disappointed. She’d already known the answer, but she tried to be optimistic.
“That’s kind of a shame… I’ve been searching everywhere for another suitor for my–”
“Miss Tsukumo!” One of the staff members, Takuma, calls out to Yuki with a thin leash in hand from a distance.
She turns her head at the exact moment you trail in behind him, her favourite Andalusian hybrid, the only mare she owns, strutting like you own the whole place.
You do. In a way.
You’re clad in a pretty floral shirt-dress tucked under a harness, hair styled in the way you like when you’re not under the scrutinizing gazes of judges. Your braided tail pokes from under the skirt of your dress—a precaution set in place to prevent tangles while a pretty bow keeps the braid together.
Toji goes still, attention piqued, eyes narrowing as the man he recognises as Ino (he’s one of the workers Toji always gives a hard time to when Shiu isn’t around) brings you closer, though it’s more in Yuki’s direction.
Well, Toji didn’t think that he’d ever see a mare so pretty. He thought that the stables here were home to a sorry excuse for a bachelor band.
He makes a sound, pushing and kicking at the fence and Shiu panics for a second time in a row.
“Hey—no. Keep her there, Takuma.” Shiu stops Ino with a lift of his hand and Yuki lifts a brow at him as she strolls over in your direction so that she can take the leash instead.
Toji swears that he can feel his frustration build when Shiu keeps you from coming any closer. Yuki isn’t any better. She simply just… keeps you at a distance.
Your gaze finds him amidst his frustration, eyes wide with curious fascination as your eyelids flutter. You’ve never seen him around the academy before.
He's… colossal. Perhaps Sukuna’s size?
He’s an albino Shire hybrid with a glossy chestnut flank and with dark wisps of hair that only amplify and compliment the two pools of intense crimson that regard nearly everyone the same; like they’re a waste of his time.
He's covered in tattoos too, intricate black ink that adorns his body because he’d said that his first home loved to brand their hybrids, but they didn’t brand them with tags, only ink.
Where you often parade in pageant and beauty events and the occasional, occasional dressage, Sukuna upholds Yuki’s role as one of the most distinguished equestrians in scoring and whatever athletic events he loved to brag about.
It’s like a tag team; the beauty and the brawn.
Toji grunts as you eye him curiously. You don’t make a move, simply stand and observe and he thinks that perhaps you need an invitation.
So he gives you one. A small nicker—a welcome, the invitation that he thinks that you’re waiting for, and you tilt your head.
Your raging curiosity almost, almost has you accepting the invitation from the stallion, but, as diligent and as sophisticated you were trained to be, you turn your head away.
Toji frowns. He’s never been ignored like that and most certainly not by a mare. Are you doing it on purpose?
Making him work to get your attention? Well, aren’t you just interesting?
As much as the stallion that stands a few feet away from you intrigues every bone in your body, it’s easy, very easy to see that he’s rough around the edges. Of course, one should never judge a book by its cover, but Yuki trained you to have an eye for these things.
“Where would you like me to put all the trophies this time, miss Tsukumo?” Takuma quizzes as he gestures to the workers farther back carrying a couple of golden cups and colourful ribbons.
Yuki shrugs. “Her trophy room should be just fine.”
Takuma rubs the back of his neck, offering Yuki a smile.
“That’s uh… that room is full.”
Yuki hums, thinking hard. Sometimes success is a pain, huh? She hasn’t been able to keep track of your awards. Not those up to date.
“Well, then put her things with Sukuna’s. I’ll see to it when I get the chance.”
Takuma nods before excusing himself and Yuki turns back to Shiu, offering an apologetic smile.
“Sorry about that.”
Shiu shrugs, completely unbothered. “It’s not a prob–”
“Oh! I almost forgot to mention that the academy has so many new enrolments.
Shiu sighs but doesn’t comment on the interruption. “That’s good no?”
“Well, yeah.” Yuki lifts her gaze. “Thing is, I’ll have to oversee a training camp. So I won’t be back until a little over a week.”
That grabs Shiu’s attention.
“You’re leaving again?”
“I have no choice.” Yuki eyes you for a moment before her gaze finds Shiu’s again. “So I just need you to keep an eye on her while I’m gone—I don’t trust anyone else to do it.”
He makes a sound. A small, defeated one.
Yuki continues, “I just have to take Sukuna to the groomers the day I leave, but there’ll be someone to drop him at the academy again once he’s done.”
That takes around a couple of hours to a day to accomplish. Sukuna isn’t very friendly either and then there’s the entire commute that should be taken into consideration.
Shiu doesn’t mind having to keep an eye on you. You’re rather well behaved, but there are risks that he doesn’t really want to take.
“I have to get through so much training—with Choso too.” Shiu gestures to Toji in the distance. “He has yet to be introduced to a mare under normal circumstances and I don’t want to put her at risk.”
Normal circumstances? You blink, stealing a glance at the stallion in the distance.
“Well why didn’t you just say so?” Yuki bellows with a wide smile as she eyes the leash in her hands before her gaze falls to you again. “Sugar cube here can go say hi right now. She’ll be great.”
With a thoughtful hum, Yuki detaches the leash from your harness and slings it over her shoulder.
Shiu feels his heart clench, feels every heartbeat and the sounds ring in his ears. He already knows that Yuki would be willing to have you approach Toji, but Shiu knows better.
He thinks that he does.
Toji is unpredictable and hasn’t been around mares for a long while. You’re the only mare on the hybrid’s section of the academy too, so Toji hadn’t been able to see one during his time here.
Who knows how he’d react?
“Yuki—wait, wait, wait.”
“Oh, don’t be such a worrywart, Shiu! My girl knows how to behave and what to do.” Yuki beams before she gives you a tap on your hip, nodding her head in Toji’s direction.
“Go on, sugar cube. Go say hi to Toji over there.”
Toji? His name has a nice ring to it. Though, you hesitate for a moment as you glance back at the restless stallion.
“It’s just to say hi.” She senses your reluctance. “I’m not expecting you to do anything else, m’kay? Actually, wait–”
Yuki turns to face Shiu. She can’t believe that she nearly forgot to ask.
“Is he in rut? Close to or coming down from one?”
Shiu shakes his head. That’s all he can manage, because he’s still deathly afraid of the impending interaction.
“But he–”
Yuki doesn’t let Shiu finish. “Well, there you go! You’re just meeting a potential friend, sugar cube.”
Shiu only gulps at that. Of course, he knows how well behaved and gentle you are. It’s Toji that he doesn’t quite trust.
“I think that I’ll just make my way over to Toji… you know, just in case.”
Yuki offers Shiu an incredulous look before sighing in resignation. He seems very worried and Yuki understands his nerves. First time introductions between hybrids of any kind are delicate and so, so important.
“Fine, do what you must.”
Shiu rushes right back to the paddocks, making his way over to the gate and to Toji’s side of the fence where he grabs the seemingly endless lasso that he’d kept around in case anything went wrong during training with Toji earlier.
After another reassuring smile, Yuki nods you off in Toji’s direction and just then, her phone buzzes in her bag. She scratches in her handbag before eyeing her phone screen with knitted brows before her expression relaxes.
“I’ll be right back, Shiu!,” she turns. “Just have to go get my boy real quick!”
Shiu curses under his breath. Yes, of course he’s being left to deal with this all on his own.
Yuki has placed far too much trust in him he believes.
You eye the fence in the distance before eyeing Toji and taking a slow step forward. Despite the warnings that you’ve received, you can’t help but feel drawn to him.
You use the permission you’ve been granted as an excuse to take him in.
Toji notices you, your movements.
With every step you take forward, it becomes as clear as day that Toji is much older than what you are. Not that it’s a bad thing or because he looks bad, quite the opposite actually.
Your approach couldn’t have lasted any longer, but you’re taking the time to dissect your thoughts on the stallion in front of you.
He really is handsome, with the most alluring green eyes and a scar that runs along the corner of his mouth that showcases that he’s probably only ever lived life outside of diligence and sophistication.
Toji hasn’t moved a single muscle since the moment he registered that you made a move to approach him, like he’s afraid that he’d scare you off if he makes the wrong move. He's standing near the edge of the fence, attention piqued, eyes never leaving your form.
You seem to be a young thing, but despite that, you appear so naturally composed, unlike any of the mares he has ever been introduced to.
Breeding programmes, breeding seasons, those are the only times he was ever introduced to a mare. This? You approaching him with hungry curiosity and gentle patience?
It’s all new to him.
When you finally do reach the fence, you lift your chin and the heavy scent of Toji’s musk washes over you—heavy, inviting and so new.
“Today must be my lucky day, huh?” Toji muses as his eyes rove your form from top to bottom and then back up again. “To what do I finally owe the pleasure, pretty girl?”
He sounds good. A little too good. Enough for you to ignore the reference he uses of you having had ignored him not too long ago.
“I just wanted to stop by and greet.”
“Well, hello to you too, sweet girl. Name’s Toji, but I’m guessin’ that you already know that.”
You nod, lashes fluttering before you introduce yourself. It’s the least you can do, given that you know his name. You step a little closer and Toji’s eyes glint with something familiar, a glint of something that you always see in Sukuna’s eyes when you approach him in a way that showcases that you’d like to greet.
It's excitement with a hint of something else.
“Oh, I see what it is that you want,” Toji whispers, his voice dropping to a deep timbre that has heat simmering in the pit of your stomach.
His voice suits his face. Perfectly.
Toji’s nose finds your neck and he inhales deeeep. You smell so sweet, like sugar and flowers and Toji freezes for a moment as he registers that’s what he’d detected on Yuki earlier.
It was your scent, mixed with something else, that lingered on her. It was far too faint before, but your scent is so much stronger now and Toji is living for it.
“You got a name, sweetness?” Toji smirks to himself when your skin littered with goosebumps. “You know mine. I think it’s only fair that I get to know yours.”
You make a small sound as Toji’s breath tickles your neck, something akin to a whine and a yelp and he isn’t sure how to even react to that.
He’s always used to losing himself in the throes of his rut, driven by a biological imperative, but surely enough, that sound you made nearly has the stallion unsheathing himself fully just for you.
You wouldn’t be able to see it because of the stupid overalls that offer a semblance of decency while living at the academy, but the pheromones would surely be unmistakable. However, Toji is going to hold back.
For now.
He doesn’t want to do too much all at once.
You give Toji your name as you allow him to grow acquainted with your scent.
You stare at his toned chest, at the flesh that peeks from below the thin tank top that he’s got on. His chest heaves with every breath that he takes, the muscles dipping and bulging in the most alluring way.
You feel the strangest urge to just… lean in. It should be okay, right? You’re simply greeting him, growing accustomed to his scent. Like all hybrids do.
You feel the warmth of his skin from where you’re standing, and you take a small step closer. Just a small little step before taking a deep inhale yourself and oh!
Oh.
He smells better the closer you get.
You really like it. His scent is dizzying in a way that you can’t quite fathom. It’s so masculine and you shift, unsure of which leg to rest your weight on as you swallow the thick wad of saliva in your mouth.
Toji repeats your name slowly for himself and you shudder. Involuntarily.
He takes a moment to pull away so that he can run his greedy gaze over your form again, wanting to appreciate the beauty in front of him properly, eager eyes swallowing every detail.
From the way your ears twitch, to the healthy glow of your skin, to the way your eyelashes flutter with every slow blink, to the orderly flow of your dress tucked neatly under your harness… everything alludes to the fact that you live—thrive in a life of glamour.
“Hm, you’re dolled up nice. You compete in contests, pretty girl?”
Since having had arrived at the academy, Toji had learned that the hybrids here competed in those contests Shiu tried to train him for at some point. It had come as a surprise. It hadn’t occurred to him that hybrids were used for that nature.
When things are out of sight, they’re out of mind, right?
Toji leans in again as he nips at your neck, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to convey that it’s an act of dominance and it’s a movement so subtle that he’s sure Shiu missed it.
When Shiu doesn’t do or say anything, confirming his suspicions, Toji takes that as a sign to nip at your neck again, the dull edges of his teeth grazing the smooth flesh of your neck.
You reward him with another whine before nodding, mind too muddled to actually formulate a coherent response or even specify that you don’t just compete, you perform.
There’s a difference.
You’re not used to being greeted so boldly.
You’re used to the sniffing part, all hybrids do it, but the nipping? It’s never really happened before. Only Sukuna tends to nip you when you spend time together, but that’s normal.
You know each other. You’re well acquainted, very close friends with Choso too but he doesn’t do it.
The nipping is an act of dominance, you know that, but you don’t understand why these stallions feel the need to do it. It’s like they’re trying to prove something.
You’re not complaining though. Toji targets your sensitive flesh when he does it and it feels nice.
“Oh, so you like to show off, huh?” Toji’s not really asking, simply verbalizing his thoughts.
He nuzzles your neck before his large hands shoot out to rest on your hips. He wants more. More, more, more, and so much more.
You smell good.
“You like to show off in more ways than one, pretty girl?”
Toji tugs you forward with a force that’s not enough to hurt, only enough to pull a gasp from those pretty lips of yours as your hips hit the fence with a gentle thud!
“Hey! Toji, no—let her go!” Shiu all but screams at the stallion as he works at uncoiling the lasso, regretting not having done it sooner.
Toji doesn’t listen, doesn’t let you go. He presses your bodies together. Well, as close as the fence allows your bodies to get.
You catch a glimpse of movement from your peripheral, Shiu, fumbling with the rope in his hands.
Toji just… ignored him. Is that even allowed?
You’ve spent all your life abiding by strict rules, not even daring to disobey the instructions given to you and Toji just… decided that he wouldn’t listen?
He's bold, reckless and so, so different from what you’re used to. You like it.
“I’m… not sure what you mean by that.” You admit with a small frown, but you still find yourself nuzzling into Toji’s neck. It’d be rude not to return the sentiment, right?
Toji huffs out a laugh as a dangerous smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth.
Before you can blink, before Toji can get another word in, Shiu’s rope circles his neck just as a hand comes down on Toji’s shoulder, forcing him back—right at the very second you’re pried from his grasp, back moulding against warm, solid muscle.
You register the pheromones, the scent strong and familiar.
Toji scowls at Shiu who has a firm grip on the rope, but it’s not Shiu who’d forced him away like that—
“Did you not hear the man?” Sukuna’s voice is low, cold, face contorted in a feral snarl as his crimson eyes glare daggers at Toji who’s scowl only deepens when the two stallions make eye contact.
“He said to leave her alone. You deaf or something?”
Sukuna pulls you to his side with ease, his hand resting on your lower back and Toji grunts, glowering at the contact.
Who is this?
“I wasn’t done greetin’ the pretty lady.” Toji’s eyes drag over Sukuna, assessing, unbothered by his presence, but not at all impressed with the interruption.
Sukuna grunts, eyes narrowing and that’s when Toji steps closer to the fence as Shiu tries (and fails) to pull him back. Toji only pries the rope off from around his neck, maintaining eye contact with Sukuna before tossing the flimsy cord to the ground.
Sukuna is bothered by the nickname that slipped from Toji’s lips. He doesn’t like that at all.
He doesn’t back down as Toji keeps their gazes locked. In what world would he ever do such an offensive thing?
The two bulky stallions stand eye-to-eye, snorting and huffing. All silent warnings for the other to back off and you can practically feel the rise of musk, thick with testosterone, curl into the air.
It’s almost tangible.
“You’re Toji.” Sukuna manages, almost through gritted teeth, but he keeps his composure, doesn’t allow Toji to throw him off.
He heard the name from Yuki not too long ago. She’d simply informed him about a new addition to the academy.
You lift your gaze to Sukuna’s tattooed face, and he catches your gaze from his peripheral, but doesn’t look at you. He’s not willing to break eye contact with Toji.
He settles for exhaling through his nose before pushing you behind him, his arm easily guiding you to where he can obstruct Toji’s view of you.
Toji notices and his lips lift at the corners.
“Glad to know that I’m a celebrity around here.”
Sukuna exhales and despite his better judgment, his eyes wander too. Further south. He’s assessing, attempting to gauge whether Toji is a threat.
That’s what he tells himself.
“You like what you see?”
Their eyes meet again and Toji’s eyes glow with amusement while Sukuna scowls. He’s unimpressed and maybe just the slightest bit effected by the fact that he’d been caught staring.
“Don’t ever touch her again.” Sukuna warns, but Toji only takes that as a challenge. Not a threat.
“Or what? What are you gonna do?”
Sukuna huffs.
He’s tempted, really tempted to show Toji that he is not to be messed with and that you are not to be touched. But he can’t do anything right now. Not with you nestled against his back and Yuki panting farther back in the direction from which he’d came.
Shit.
“Sukuna, get back here!” Yuki instructs, her voice leaving no room for argument despite her being so out of breath.
For the first time as his handler, Yuki had to run, literally run after Sukuna, because he hadn’t listened to her when she called. He’d just rushed off in your direction the moment he spotted you from around the corner.
And there is no one, absolutely zero souls who is able to stop him when he’s insistent on getting somewhere.
Toji offers Sukuna a snarky smirk at that, nodding in Yuki’s direction. His eyes snap lower for a second where he makes out more of Sukuna’s tattoos, but his gaze flits back up again.
“Better listen, yeah? Sounds like you’re in big trouble.”
Sukuna grits his teeth, his frown deepening, but he doesn’t say a word. He guesses that he’s in enough trouble as is.
Then, with one last pointed glare at Toji, Sukuna helps guide you back before those scarlet irises finally drop to your face.
“Let’s get going, sugar.”
He’s not offering to whisk you away. He’s not asking.
Sukuna nudges you away from Toji, but you only huff in response. You turn to cast one last lingering gaze at the green eyed brute and he offers you a wink, a small, silent promise that your interaction isn’t over.
“Now I know that you know better than to behave like that,” Yuki’s voice has your head snapping forward again as she flicks Sukuna’s nose.
He grunts as his face scrunches, brows furrowing while his lips pucker into a pout before he grumbles under his breath.
“Shiu didn’t spend so much time training you just for you to behave like that!”
Yuki isn’t angry, just flustered. She should have remembered that Sukuna tends to get protective of you when you’re around other stallions.
It's not because he feels obligated to, not entirely. It’s Because Yuki hasn’t made it a secret that she wants you to breed with him instead of having you enrolled in the breeding programme. Though, Yuki isn’t sure if he’s so protective and possessive out of duty or because he genuinely is interested in you.
Without a word, she points in the direction of the stables, the ones set aside for you and Sukuna specifically.
“Come on, both of you. Let’s get going.”
Toji doesn’t make a move, he only watches as your figure disappears along with Sukuna’s into the stables in the distance. Not where he resides.
There are too many buildings here, but he supposes that’s how everyone keeps track of who goes where.
“Yuki’s mare is off limits, Toji.” Shiu grunts as he rolls the rope that Toji had thrown to the ground.
The stallion glowers at that before his head snaps in Shiu’s direction.
“How’s she off limits?” Toji eyes Shiu with a raised brow, crossing his arms.
He wonders if that had been your mate. He doesn’t quite think it, but the possibility isn’t zero.
Shiu’s brows knit together in a frown, movements stalling for a brief second. Is Toji really that dense? He meets Toji’s gaze. When he realizes that Toji is really, really waiting for an answer, he sighs, shoulders slumping as he resumes his movements, collecting the rope.
“Look, you can’t have her. Sukuna is her breeding partner.”
Sukuna? That’s his name?
Toji’s jaw ticks, eye twitching. The name isn’t what’s gotten him so tense.
Potential breeding partner?
Shiu tugs and rolls the cord in his hands, gaze unfocused.
“Besides, even if Sukuna wasn’t a suitor, Yuki wouldn’t allow big boned, pea-brained, reckless, disobedient, untrained, broody stallions to mate or breed with her mare.”
Shiu slings the rope over his shoulder. “She’s still only a maiden too, so Yuki wants to be sure that she’s bred with a hybrid that’d be mindful of that.”
Toji scoffs but remains silent.
A maiden mare? So you haven’t foaled yet? Haven’t ever been mounted by a stallion?
He exhales, long and hard before eyeing the spot where Yuki had led you and Sukuna away.
So… if that Yuki woman is going to consider him as a suitor too, then he needs to be trained? To listen and be obedient? To be less of a brute? All of that just to breed, to mate?
That’s just stupid. Absolutely ludicrous.
But then, your eyes flash in his mind, the way they sparkled as you peered up at him—all curious and pretty. And then your scent, god, your scent drives him crazy. He’s never been around a mare that has smelled so heavenly before and he’s been around mares in oestrus, in heat.
A delicate period where mares smell sweeter on purpose. He can only imagine what you’d smell like during that time.
Toji eyes the uncomfortable harness that he’d thrown to the ground earlier and without a word, he walks the short distance in order to pick it up.
Shiu only watches Toji move about like he’s studying him for the very first time.
Shiu could have prepared for anything in that moment—Toji barrelling towards him with the intent to run him over, throwing the harness at his face or maybe even stealing the rope back and using it to strangle him—but what he isn’t prepared for, what he doesn’t anticipate is Toji walking over to him before silently holding the harness out for him to take.
What the heck?
There’s only so many surprises Shiu can take in one day.
Toji doesn’t move, he doesn’t even meet Shiu’s gaze.
Shiu is confused, utterly perplexed as Toji hands him the narrow straps that had been a pain to get him used to. He’s reluctant to take the harness from Toji though.
What if he secretly pissed on the thing and just wanted another thing to smirk and laugh about?
Though, Shiu doesn’t smell or see anything that alludes to his assumption, so he slowly pulls the leather straps from Toji’s grasp.
“What are you doing?”
“You said I needed trainin’ didn’t ya?” Toji doesn’t say a word after that and Shiu is definitely sure that he's dreaming.
Now, all of a sudden, the stallion is willing to be trained? He’s willing to listen?
What sorcery is this!?
Before Yuki got back with you, Toji refused to even wear the harness, but now, after her approach and his interaction with you and Sukuna, he–
Oh.
Oh.
Shiu slaps his hand over his mouth as he muffles his laugh, shoulders bouncing. Now he knows what the sorcery behind Toji’s sudden change in heart is.
You.
The big and buff stallion wanted to be trained enough to be considered as a suitor for you? Ha! Shiu should have seen it coming.
“Nothin’s funny, fuck face.” Toji spits as he shoots Shiu a warning glare, letting out a huff before pushing past him with a scowl.
Shiu stares down at the peace offering (or so he liked to think) in his hands, chuckling to himself. For the first time since Toji arrived, it seems like the events of his stay here are going to be very interesting. That is if he manages to keep Toji and Sukuna away from one another’s throats.
The days after having met Toji are as calm as what they’ve been before he argh he hadn’t had a good first impression on either Sukuna or Choso, you don’t really think that he means much harm.
Choso had told you all about his interaction with Toji and so did Yuji. You’d found it oddly amusing. That was the last that you’d seen of them too.
As usual, you follow routine like you always have; with respectable grace and diligence that go unmatched. Just because Toji’s here, it doesn’t mean that you get a break from what is expected of you.
You often sneak peeks at Toji when no one is looking. You’ve tried to keep your distance, tried to tame your curiosity, but those have proved to be quite the challenge.
He moves a lot differently than the hybrids at the academy, has this look that that you can’t quite put your finger on. A look other than the one that showcases that he’s a little rough around the edges of course.
You only get to observe him from a distance regardless of how much you want to close it. It’s not just Yuki that keeps you away from him, not just Shiu.
“Tilt your head for me, sugar.”
There’s one other hybrid that keeps you away from Toji.
You shake your head, ears twitching as your tail flicks from side to side. You feel a little warm. Too warm.
The feeling always bubbles deep in your gut when Sukuna is this close, when the moment feels far more intimate than usual. You’re not quite sure why you feel the way that you do, but you suppose that you won’t question it.
Sukuna exhales a chuckle. Of course you’d just try and deny him. You always do at first, acting all shy with prideful sophistication. Though, he has his ways of coaxing you out of that feeling of hesitation.
“Still have a habit of acting like a brat, huh?”
Sukuna huffs, face nuzzling into your neck as he guides your head to the side, inhaling nice and deeep. Perfect. You smell so good and so perfect.
“I do not act like a brat.”
“Mhm, sure.”
For the longest time the two of you stay like that—with Sukuna’s face buried in the crook of your neck while he rubs himself against you, not just because he likes being close without admitting it, but because he’s staking his claim.
With his scent.
He smells good, just like he always does and how he always has. You like it. It’s strong, familiar and not any less masculine than Toji’s and it has your skin pricking with heat.
Sukuna’s nose trails along the flesh of your neck, lips grazing along your pulse point before he nips at your skin and you release a small sigh, brows furrowing as you feel just the slightest bit of heat bubble in the pit of your stomach.
“That feels nice.”
You have to admit it. Sukuna’s teeth graze a particularly tender spot that has you whining and he can’t fight the smirk that pulls at his lips.
“Bet it does, huh?”
He knows that it does. He’s experimented with your sensitive spots ever since you allowed him free reign in being this close to you.
Sukuna’s eyes snap up, fixating on the paddocks behind you and of course, they land right on Toji in the far distance where Shiu is gathering the training equipment.
He’s known Toji has been there, he’s well aware that his gaze has been travelling in the direction in which the two of you are standing in.
Sukuna doesn’t miss the other stallion’s gaze. Those green eyes that he distinctly remembers are fixated on the two of you, but with the distance that keeps Toji far, far away, Sukuna can’t quite make out Toji’s expression.
It's no matter.
Sukuna crowds you and he’s shameless about it. He wants Toji to see, wants him to know that he can’t have you.
Sukuna pushes against you like he’s on a mission, like he’s trying to merge your bodies together and you’re not sure why he’s suddenly so pushy. Almost desperate to have you drenched in his scent.
You feel him, all of him press against you. He’s not hard, not yet, but he has always managed to keep from pressing against you in a way that allows you to feel a part of him that you never get to see.
Perhaps it’s because you’re to breed with him. Yuki had given up on her search to find another stallion.
Your hands settle on his chest and he grunts, pleased, very pleased.
He likes it when you touch him. The heat of your hands, the smooth curve of them, everything about the way you touch him feels like heaven. He wouldn’t ever admit that aloud though.
“Sukuna.”
Sukuna grunts, hearing the way you say his name so breathlessly affects him more than it should. It has him imagining what you’d sound like when he mounts you.
He can only imagine how wet you’d be too—how eager your body would be to be mounted for the very first time. It’s a thought that, admittedly, has been infesting his mind.
He pulls away from you as he regards you with a heated gaze. It’s faint, so very, very faint, but he can detect the heightened levels of oestrogen. He can practically taste it.
It's not outwardly noticeable, but he knows that you’re in pro-oestrus. Your heat cycle is approaching and in due time as well.
He peers down at you, acknowledging, waiting. Your breaths are a little laboured, heavy.
“Yuki’s probably looking for you.”
She’d made it obvious that she wanted to see Sukuna off before they take him to do his check-up. Yours is due soon too. He should be back in tomorrow too.
“She probably is.”
He casts his gaze over to Shiu and Toji on the other side of the fence. Toji’s looking in his direction. It’s as if he sensed that Sukuna would be gawking at him.
Sukuna murmurs something under his breath before he glances away from the other stallion.
“Stay away from Toji.” He rumbles, meeting your gaze again.
You tilt your head.
Sukuna seems worried. Not openly, but you know him well enough to sense these things, to see them.
“Why?”
Sukuna’s gaze narrows. Did you just forget that you’re supposed to breed with him or something? Then again, you were always a curious thing, and it’s surely a hassle to manage.
“He’s not good company for you, sugar.”
You frown. Not good company?
“Besides, you have me.”
Sukuna seems to stand taller at that, like he’s proud of the fact. And he is.
The tattooed stallion leans in again, dragging his nose along the shell of your ear.
“You have me to protect you,” Sukuna’s voice drops an octave. “Me to spend your time with and I’m gonna be the one to stuff you full when the time comes.”
You gasp, just a small exhale from your parted lips. He says those things like it’s a known fact.
“I’ll give you a healthy foal,. I’ll look after you.” Sukuna grazes his nose along your cheek bone, his lips hovering near the corner of your mouth. “You won’t be needing him for that.”
Oh…
You swallow, throat bobbing.
Before you can say anything else, Yuki calls out to Sukuna as she opens the gate in the distance. He hesitates for a moment before he finally pulls away from your face, eyeing her. Then, before he makes a move to leave the paddocks, his lips find your forehead. Not really a kiss, but something akin to it.
“I’ll see you when I get back, yeah? I’ll see that you’re looked after. Wait for me.”
You nod and he’s off, heading towards Yuki without glancing back.
You can’t fight the way heat coils low in your gut. Sukuna’s words, the thoughts they evoke are dangerous.
You don’t move even as you watch Yuki lead Sukuna away. Your gaze drifts over to Shiu, then to the stallion that you’ve been warned to keep away from.
You’ll try your best. You just have to wait until Sukuna gets back.
The days after having met Toji are as calm as what they’ve been before he arrived. Although he hadn’t had a good first impression on either Sukuna or Choso, you don’t really think that he means much harm.
Choso had told you all about his interaction with Toji and so did Yuji. You’d found it oddly amusing. That was the last that you’d seen of them too.
As usual, you follow routine like you always have; with respectable grace and diligence that go unmatched. Just because Toji’s here, it doesn’t mean that you get a break from what is expected of you.
You often sneak peeks at Toji when no one is looking. You’ve tried to keep your distance, tried to tame your curiosity, but those have proved to be quite the challenge.
He moves a lot differently than the hybrids at the academy, has this look that that you can’t quite put your finger on. A look other than the one that showcases that he’s a little rough around the edges of course.
You only get to observe him from a distance regardless of how much you want to close it. It’s not just Yuki that keeps you away from him, not just Shiu.
“Tilt your head for me, sugar.”
There’s one other hybrid that keeps you away from Toji.
You shake your head, ears twitching as your tail flicks from side to side. You feel a little warm. Too warm.
The feeling always bubbles deep in your gut when Sukuna is this close, when the moment feels far more intimate than usual. You’re not quite sure why you feel the way that you do, but you suppose that you won’t question it.
Sukuna exhales a chuckle. Of course you’d just try and deny him. You always do at first, acting all shy with prideful sophistication. Though, he has his ways of coaxing you out of that feeling of hesitation.
“Still have a habit of acting like a brat, huh?”
Sukuna huffs, face nuzzling into your neck as he guides your head to the side, inhaling nice and deeep. Perfect. You smell so good and so perfect.
“I do not act like a brat.”
“Mhm, sure.”
For the longest time the two of you stay like that—with Sukuna’s face buried in the crook of your neck while he rubs himself against you, not just because he likes being close without admitting it, but because he’s staking his claim.
With his scent.
He smells good, just like he always does and how he always has. You like it. It’s strong, familiar and not any less masculine than Toji’s and it has your skin pricking with heat.
Sukuna’s nose trails along the flesh of your neck, lips grazing along your pulse point before he nips at your skin and you release a small sigh, brows furrowing as you feel just the slightest bit of heat bubble in the pit of your stomach.
“That feels nice.”
You have to admit it. Sukuna’s teeth graze a particularly tender spot that has you whining and he can’t fight the smirk that pulls at his lips.
“Bet it does, huh?”
He knows that it does. He’s experimented with your sensitive spots ever since you allowed him free reign in being this close to you.
Sukuna’s eyes snap up, fixating on the paddocks behind you and of course, they land right on Toji in the far distance where Shiu is gathering the training equipment.
He’s known Toji has been there, he’s well aware that his gaze has been travelling in the direction in which the two of you are standing in.
Sukuna doesn’t miss the other stallion’s gaze. Those green eyes that he distinctly remembers are fixated on the two of you, but with the distance that keeps Toji far, far away, Sukuna can’t quite make out Toji’s expression.
It's no matter.
Sukuna crowds you and he’s shameless about it. He wants Toji to see, wants him to know that he can’t have you.
Sukuna pushes against you like he’s on a mission, like he’s trying to merge your bodies together and you’re not sure why he’s suddenly so pushy. Almost desperate to have you drenched in his scent.
You feel him, all of him press against you. He’s not hard, not yet, but he has always managed to keep from pressing against you in a way that allows you to feel a part of him that you never get to see.
Perhaps it’s because you’re to breed with him. Yuki had given up on her search to find another stallion.
Your hands settle on his chest and he grunts, pleased, very pleased.
He likes it when you touch him. The heat of your hands, the smooth curve of them, everything about the way you touch him feels like heaven. He wouldn’t ever admit that aloud though.
“Sukuna.”
Sukuna grunts, hearing the way you say his name so breathlessly affects him more than it should. It has him imagining what you’d sound like when he mounts you.
He can only imagine how wet you’d be too—how eager your body would be to be mounted for the very first time. It’s a thought that, admittedly, has been infesting his mind.
He pulls away from you as he regards you with a heated gaze. It’s faint, so very, very faint, but he can detect the heightened levels of oestrogen. He can practically taste it.
It's not outwardly noticeable, but he knows that you’re in pro-oestrus. Your heat cycle is approaching and in due time as well.
He peers down at you, acknowledging, waiting. Your breaths are a little laboured, heavy.
“Yuki’s probably looking for you.”
She’d made it obvious that she wanted to see Sukuna off before they take him to do his check-up. Yours is due soon too. He should be back in tomorrow too.
“She probably is.”
He casts his gaze over to Shiu and Toji on the other side of the fence. Toji’s looking in his direction. It’s as if he sensed that Sukuna would be gawking at him.
Sukuna murmurs something under his breath before he glances away from the other stallion.
“Stay away from Toji.” He rumbles, meeting your gaze again.
You tilt your head.
Sukuna seems worried. Not openly, but you know him well enough to sense these things, to see them.
“Why?”
Sukuna’s gaze narrows. Did you just forget that you’re supposed to breed with him or something? Then again, you were always a curious thing, and it’s surely a hassle to manage.
“He’s not good company for you, sugar.”
You frown. Not good company?
“Besides, you have me.”
Sukuna seems to stand taller at that, like he’s proud of the fact. And he is.
The tattooed stallion leans in again, dragging his nose along the shell of your ear.
“You have me to protect you,” Sukuna’s voice drops an octave. “Me to spend your time with and I’m gonna be the one to stuff you full when the time comes.”
You gasp, just a small exhale from your parted lips. He says those things like it’s a known fact.
“I’ll give you a healthy foal; I’ll look after you.” Sukuna grazes his nose along your cheek bone, his lips hovering near the corner of your mouth. “You won’t be needing him for that.”
Oh…
You swallow, throat bobbing.
Before you can say anything else, Yuki calls out to Sukuna as she opens the gate in the distance. He hesitates for a moment before he finally pulls away from your face, eyeing her. Then, before he makes a move to leave the paddocks, his lips find your forehead. Not really a kiss, but something akin to it.
“I’ll see you when I get back, yeah? I’ll see that you’re looked after. Wait for me.”
You nod and he’s off, heading towards Yuki without glancing back.
You can’t fight the way heat coils low in your gut. Sukuna’s words, the thoughts they evoke are dangerous.
You don’t move even as you watch Yuki lead Sukuna away. Your gaze drifts over to Shiu, then to the stallion that you’ve been warned to keep away from.
You’ll try your best. You just have to wait until Sukuna gets back.
The effects of your impending heat cycle don’t go unnoticed. Not by you and certainly not by the stallion that has been by your side ever since Sukuna had been taken away for a little while.
He's due to arrive in a couple of hours and he had told you that he’d take care of you once he gets back, but waiting feels painful. You’ve never spent a heat cycle with a stallion before, but your instincts serve as a foundation for what your body craves.
Relief just so happens to be one of the things your body craves.
Choso shifts nervously beside you while you try to focus on anything other than how sweet his pheromones have gotten. Choso’s scent is strong, a sweet fragrance of masculinity that makes it unique.
Not quite like Toji’s and not quite like Sukuna’s. Though, you do like it.
The two of you are currently standing in the academy’s meadow simply so that you can bask in the fresh air, but you’re growing hotter by the second and the sun isn’t quite helping.
The heat isn’t helping.
You’re nestled beside Choso under a tree. Although you have shade, it’s not enough. Being outside is far too draining. He swallows hard, exhaling a shaky breath when you lean against him. You don’t do it on purpose, but you’re unsure what to do with yourself.
You’re restless.
He tries his best to behave, to control himself, but he feels his crotch stir when your scent infiltrates his nostrils. He’s never had the opportunity to be around you during such a delicate time before, he’s never had the chance to be this close.
Although his relationship with Sukuna had built steadily, mainly because Choso never got in his way, Sukuna had made it apparent that he didn’t want him close to you.
Choso calls out your name but you’re not sure that you even hear him.
“Are you feeling okay?”
That, you do hear.
Choso inhales. Long and hard. You’re not quite in heat yet, but you’re getting there. You smell sweeter than usual, muskier, stronger.
“I’m fine, just… hot.”
He believes that you are.
He opens his mouth to say something, but he can’t find the words. He is usually nervous around you, but not because you scare him or because he’s weak. He just likes you, a lot, and he always has.
He’s been too nervous to take an interest in mares before, Choso knows that he’s practically unresponsive to them but with you?
With the way you demand attention with merely your walk, with the way your eyes catch the light of the sun just right, with the way you move, with your kind smile and your patience, with the way you carry yourself?
How could he not fall for you?
You get along well with Yuji too. Though he’s not here and tending to a pair of new hybrids, Choso knows that you’re always capable of getting along with him.
Choso has never been able to approach you in the past because he knew that Sukuna would have his head and he hates confrontation. He always avoids it, stays where trouble will never find him.
But now? Sukuna isn’t here and no trouble will find him.
When Choso manages to get both of you up, the two of you don’t move for a while. You stand there, eyes lidded while Choso keeps you steady.
You lean against him and he presses against you, mostly because he wants to offer you support, but also because he’s a little greedy. A little selfish.
Much like Sukuna had before, Choso dips his head to your neck, and you exhale while he shifts his body. His scent grows stronger, sweeter and he crowds you. Not in a way that makes you feel trapped, but in a way that has heat bubbling in the pit of your stomach.
He smells good.
“Choso.”
“Yes?”
You inhale. As much as you want to linger outside with him, you want to get inside the stables.
“Can we go to the… stables. Please?”
Choso blinks, fights the excitement that begins to build south and then nods.
He leads you across the lush grass and in the direction of the stables. His steps are slow and purposeful while he matches your pace, ensuring that he catches you when you stumble.
Your heat cycle feels stronger somehow. Not like any of the previous times before. Usually, you’re able to walk on your own without stumbling, but this time is proving to be different.
Choso treats getting you out of the sun like a mission. He’s careful. and deliberate but he is also enjoying this much more than he should.
When he does get you inside the stables, he guides you to your stall, but you don’t move to go inside. Not yet anyway. You simply eye your bed—the only piece of movable furniture within the enclosure.
“Thank you, Cho.”
The way you say his name has him sucking in a breath while his lungs constrict. His cheeks flush and his eyes meet yours when you turn to face him.
“You’re welcome—I’d do anything if you need me to.”
It’s a silent offer.
His gaze drops to your parted lips as your breaths come out a little shaky. They’re so pretty and soft looking and all Choso wants to do is put his lips on yours.
You consider what would happen if you asked Choso to help you right now. You want to despite knowing that you shouldn’t.
You make a sound, but words don’t come out. You peer at Choso with wide eyes and parted lips, gaze dropping to his every so often.
Choso swallows. He’s not sure if he’s reading you properly. Though, he guesses that maybe he’d take a chance.
In what could be another sudden rush of boldness, Choso steps closer, slow and assessing. Like he’s waiting for you to reject his advances, but when you don’t move, he dips his head while breathing you in like you’re his oxygen, his next breath.
Your lips part a little more, whether it’s to say something or prepare to have him kiss you. You’re not entirely sure.
“Well, well, well. I thought the pretty lady was supposed to be in her private stall in the stables far, far from here.”
Your mouth snaps shut, eyes fluttering. That sounds a lot like…
You tilt your head to glance over Choso’s shoulder while he lifts his head with a frown. Your eyes confirm what your ears have heard.
You’re supposed to be keeping your distance from Toji like Yuki had instructed, like Sukuna had instructed and you have been, but the feeling you get when you see him is inexplicable.
“Toji?”
“Hey hey, pretty girl.” Toji drawls before taking a step, then another and another in your direction, stepping farther into the stables.
He doesn’t even spare Choso a glance despite him standing right between the two of you. In that moment, you’re all that’s on his mind.
He'd had a lot more problems with the locks that Ino had latched on to his stall door, but he managed to force the door open. It's safe to say nobody—not Shiu, not Yuki—will be happy about that.
He bided his time, waited for the right moment and all his waiting and effort in escaping had paid off.
Your eyelids flutter as Toji’s scent curls in the air, that familiar, tantalising fragrance that has your body doing unfathomable things.
That bubbling feeling returns; the same one from when Sukuna nibbled on your neck, from when Choso pressed against you earlier and from when Toji had touched you for the first time.
Toji doesn’t get any closer to you though, because Choso turns around and has you blocked behind his form in a matter of seconds.
Toji stops, dropping his gaze to the younger stallion with a look of pure and utter boredom.
Really now?
“Get outta my way, Choco.” Toji huffs, his sage gaze narrowing.
Choso mimics Toji’s action and stands tall.
“It’s Choso. You know that.” His fists tighten at his sides, blunt nails digging into the flesh of his palms as he glares at Toji. He's refusing to back down. He wouldn’t even dream of it while you were here. He was just about to have a moment with you.
Toji cocks his head to the side.
Oh? Is this the skittish, introverted stallion he’d met not too long ago? The one that had never managed to meet his gaze? The one that had cowered away from him with just a single glance?
“Sorry, I’m not really good with names.” Toji drawls, his tail flicking as a muscle in his jaw ticks. “Now move. You’re in my way.”
From where you’re standing behind Choso, you huff, chest heaving as your stomach does summersaults at the mere sound of Toji’s voice.
And oh… his scent is only getting stronger and stronger. Sooo very masculine, sooo very inviting and musky.
“I’m not really in the mood to fight, so–” Toji’s quick to shove Choso’s smaller form out of the way before grabbing you and pulling you flush against his chest, and you gasp.
Toji pauses for a second as your pheromones suddenly hit him. He hadn’t sensed them over his and Choso’s rising testosterone levels, but surely, it’s sweeter than sweet and oh so sensual.
Oh? Now you’re just teasing him. He really didn’t plan on taking things too far, but this changes things.
You pant while heat creeps onto your cheeks, legs spreading just a little as you breathe in Toji’s scent, redolent of sin and provocation.
Is this why Sukuna didn’t want you to be around Toji? You don’t understand. All your body is telling you right now is the fact that Toji is going to soothe everything for you.
“Toji…” His name comes out soft and needy.
Before you know it, the muscles at the apex of your thighs are twitching, clenching around nothing before drops of warm liquid drips down your thighs, creating a small damp patch on the floor beneath where you stood.
It’s not arousal, you don’t think so, but there’s no mistaking what dripped from between your thighs. The scent of it hit you before you could even react.
Oh!
Oh no…
You just urinated. Not a lot, but enough for your body to announce that you’re currently in heat, this one more potent than any other cycle you’ve ever experienced.
So strong, you can detect your own pheromones—heavy and erotic. You can’t think of anything other than the need to be mounted and you’re veeery interested in Toji.
That’s definitely enough to have Toji smirking like he’d just won the lottery. You really are a dirty, dirty girl—just pissing yourself because you want him to mount you, and who is he to deny you? If that’s what you want, he’ll give it to you.
Choso calls your name, stammering with flushed cheeks and a racing heart as your needy pheromones dance in the air. It’s stronger than before, much, much more intoxicating.
Toji sees it, that flash of hunger in Choso’s eyes and he’s tempted to get his fair share of fun.
The brat thinks that it’s okay to stand in is way? It’s bold, Toji can admire that, but right now it’s getting on his last nerve.
Toji glances at you as he holds you against his chest, all soft pants as you keep your face buried against his chest. Then comes a dangerous smirk as he drops his lips to your ear.
“Why don’t I help you show off for Choso here, pretty girl?” Toji purrs and the vibrations of his voice go straight to your now aching cunt.
“I’m gonna touch you, yeah?”
You blink, eyes settling on Choso who looks like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes wide and glossy as he regards you with a smouldering expression. You can’t quite see it, but his pupils are blown wide.
So Toji is just going to touch you in front of Choso?
The thought is intriguing and so, so uncouth. It seems like it’d be embarrassing, but Choso isn’t looking at you in disgust.
You are used to having eyes on you. This can’t be any different, right?
You nod and Toji shifts so that you’re standing directly in front of him, right in Choso’s line of sight. Toji’s large hands come down to knead the plush of your breasts from over the thin material of your sundress before his fingers tease your pebbled nipples.
You make a pleasured sound, sighing as you arch into Toji’s touch, eyes lidded as your body asks for more, more and more. You’ve never been touched like this and Toji touches you with intent—like he already knows where you’d be weak.
Your legs spread a little wider now and Choso’s breath stutters when you pee some more. It’s small little droplets that fall and it’s your body’s announcement that you’re more than eager to be mounted.
Everything under your dress is drenched, just aching and pulsing and twitching. You want relief.
“She’s so pretty, isn’t she?” Toji’s gaze darts from where he’s teasing your nipples over to Choso and his face contorts into a nasty, feral snarl when Choso makes a move to take a step forward.
He's eager and he can’t help it. All Choso wants to do is bury his face in the crook of your neck, he wants to claim a part of you that he’s only ever dreamed of and he wants to mount.
He's very eager to do the latter.
Toji grunts, snorting out a feral warning as he kicks at the floor, a clear warning. He’s going to allow Choso to watch, to look, but not to touch.
“Come any closer ‘n I’ll be forced to knock your head off your shoulders.”
Choso freezes, glowering at Toji, but he doesn’t say anything, only shuffles a few paces back.
Then, when Choso is far enough, Toji slowly lifts the skirt of your dress, revealing the bare flesh beneath and you gasp as the air hits your heated skin, arms fumbling as you try to force the material back down.
“W-wait–”
You’re bewildered, taken aback by Toji’s action—to just have all of you presented like that? After being raised to cover up all the time? You don’t know how to feel about the exposure.
Toji grabs your wrists with one hand, grunting as he pulls them up so that you can’t keep him from lifting the material that’s acting as an obstruction right now. His other hand keeps the front of your dress raised where the material is hooked on a finger all while his hand cradles your stomach.
“No, no, pretty girl,” Toji clicks his tongue. “I said that I was gonna help you show off, didn’t I?”
“Y-yes, but…”
You thought he’d just be touching you over your dress.
Your gaze falls on Choso who is flushed beyond belief. He’s completely dazed, hypnotized by the sight in front of him and his cock unsheathes itself from under his confines, slipping free.
It’s an attempt to get him to present himself to you even though you wouldn’t be able to see.
You smell so divine and if possible, you look prettier than ever before. Prettier than when you wore even the best of dresses that Yuki set out for you.
Choso is aching, his cock straining against the material that keeps him covered and it’s almost painful. Oh… how he wishes to show you. To show you how much he wants you. He’d make you feel good. So, so good.
Toji releases your wrists before his hands find the soft curve of your ass, trailing lower and lower until he lifts you, hands resting on the back of your thighs before they settle behind your knees, prying your legs wiiide open.
You gasp, your glistening cunt catching the dim glow of the fluorescent lights above and giving Choso a clear view of how wet―of how drenched—you are, urine and arousal coating the inside of your thighs as your sugary sweetness seeps from your winking hole.
Choso slaps a hand over his face and his cock twitches in agony in response to the sight, his cheeks a deep, deep shade of scarlet while his chest heaves with uneven breaths, swallowing the whine that threatens its way from his throat.
Your pheromones are driving him to the edge of insanity.
“You see this?” Toji purrs, his own breaths coming out in heavy pants as the scent of your sex wafts in the air, just teasing him.
Toji smirks, feral and amused.
“She’s wet ‘n just pissed herself aaall for me too.”
Choso’s eyes narrow at the teasing glint in Toji’s tone. He’s just playing with him now, trying to get a rise out of him. Choso sees that.
Toji shifts you so that he can keep the back of your knees hooked over one burly arm, squishing your legs right up against your chest and you let out a wheeze, whining his name in the sweetest way possible.
“Toji–”
Toji’s lips find the top of your head, murmuring sweet nothings against it as you kick your legs, body protesting as you’re all but kept folded with your back to Toji’s chest. Perhaps had you not been struggling for breath, you’d admire Toji’s strength and ability to keep you in place with just one arm.
“It’s okay, pretty girl, you’re okay. Toji’s right here.” He soothes, pecking you on the top of your head.
Toji’s free hand snakes to your quivering heat, his fingers teasing your slick, puffy lips and spreading your dulcet juices aaalll over his fingers before he slips two thick digits into your tight, tight cunt.
You gasp, eyes widening at the foreign intrusion. You hadn’t been expecting that, the feeling of being stretched slowly by Toji’s fingers. It feels good. Really, really good.
“Ngh!”
Your hips buck as Toji’s fingers slowly, so very slowly plunge in and out, in and out of your drenched pussy and the lewdest, sloppiest sounds announces your arousal into the air.
In with a PLAP! and out. Then in with another PLAP! and out. The motion is repeated over and over again.
Choso gulps, his body’s reaction visceral and his hips stutter as he bucked them, palming himself so that he’s not humping the air. He groans. He’s trying to be good, trying to behave himself in front of you, but he can’t, he’s struggling.
This was never the type of reaction other mares pulled from him, but this is you.
You just look so beautiful, sound so pretty that he couldn’t think of anything else other than reaching down and pulling his hardened cock free, the tip flushed an angry, angry red as a bulbous globule of pre leaks from his slit.
You grow impossibly wetter at the sight, pussy clenching Toji’s fingers like a vice.
Ohoho. So you like that, huh?
Toji’s smirk grows wider, more heinous as he curls his fingers, massaging the roof of your geysering hole with every thrust of his fingers and you whine, choking out a small sob at the intense feeling.
He reaches deeep, pleasuring you in a way that you’ve never been pleasured before. Not even your fingers have reached this deep when you’ve handled your cycles on your own before.
Toji’s fingers slip free from your velvety tightness, and you whine at the loss, only for his fingers to tease you again, rubbing tight circles over your clit.
“Mnngh… Toji, that feels good–”
Your drooling pussy just drips and leaks more of your syrupy sweetness and Toji feels a wad of saliva build up in his mouth.
Ohhh, you have him salivating for you. You smell good enough to eat and Toji wants nothing more than to taste. He will, in due time.
“I think it’s safe to say that Choso likes what he sees, pretty girl. Look at you, huh? Putting on a show for him.”
And when your lidded eyes meet Choso’s again, you can see it. You can see that he’s enjoying this. Maybe just as much as you.
Toji’s fingers sink back inside your pulsing orifice, adding a third finger so that he can stretch you out nicely. God, he’s trying to hold onto his own sanity, but you just smell and feel too good and even Toji isn’t immune to your potent, feminine musk.
Oh, and how full you feel. You whine as your hips buck again and again, feeling heat pool in the pit of your stomach—like hot, molten lava. It dulls the ache a bit, but you know that it’s not enough.
You need more than just his fingers.
Toji’s brows furrow, focusing his attention on his movements for a moment, prodding and probing as he searches for your sweet spot.
It should be right…
Your breath catches.
There–
“To-Toji!” You jerk as Toji’s fingers work at bullying your sweet spot.
“R-right there, ‘Ji! Feels―mmngh… feels good!”
Pleasure spikes through every vein in your body, setting your body alight.
“You hear who she’s callin’ out for?” Toji torments, though he’s struggling to focus with the way you’re squeezing his fingers.
Choso pants, his mouth agape while stroking his vein decorated cock shamelessly, spreading his pre all over the length of him, teasing his tip with a groan when he focuses his gaze on the way Toji’s fingers pleasures you.
Oh how he wishes that were him, wishes that it was his cock slipping into what he knows would feel like heaven on earth.
Choso ignores Toji, ignores that mockery in his expression, ignores how he’s enjoying what Choso has been craving for the longest time.
Toji just continues to abuse your gummy innards and when he feels you quiver and clench around his fingers? That’s when he knows that his fun would come to an end.
Well, for now at least. He still has other plans for you.
Your senses seem to come alive as you feel a tight coil form in the veeery pit of your stomach and the sensation has you panting and choking on moans as you flail.
You’ve never felt this before. It’s different, intense and a little scary.
“Toji…!”
“Me.” Toji breathes out then, his own chest heaving.
Choso scowls, brows furrowed as he feels his own release building.
“Callin’ out to me―not you, because this,” Toji’s fingers reaches deeep as he gestures to your sopping centre, just bullying and abusing your sweet spot over and over and that’s when you feel it, the cord in the pit of your stomach snapping.
“Is all mine now.”
With that, you cry out, white hot pleasure clouding your vision as a foreign liquid sprays from your throbbing pussy, mixing with the thick sap of your release.
You squirt all over Toji’s hand, but he continues to finger fuck you through your high.
Choso follows suit, whimpering and panting as his release comes out in thick spurts, landing on the floor below.
It's evidence of his desperation, of his loss. For now.
Toji slowly pulls his fingers free when he finishes finger-fucking you, his hand and forearm still drenched in piss and arousal, evidence of the fact that you aren’t quite done.
He brings the digits to his nose, taking a long sniff and just inhaling your readiness for him. Heat pricks at your skin at the crude gesture, but you’re far too dazed, still drunk on pleasure to care.
Toji sucks his fingers dry without breaking eye contact with Choso who pants and heaves, brows furrowed as he flushes with frustration and embarrassment.
“Now off you go, Choco boy, you had your fun. Show’s over ‘n I’m done feelin’ generous.”
Toji guides your legs together again, manhandling you with ease as he shifts you so that he can hold you bridal style. You’re relieved for the change in position, but you’re still so delirious from your orgasm that you don’t register the relief fully.
Choso sneers. Doesn’t say a word, only offers Toji a dirty, dirty look.
He casts one last glance at you again, but you don’t even acknowledge him. It’s not on purpose, you’re recovering, but it still strikes a soft spot in him. He fixes himself, hiding his flushed cheeks and glossy eyes before turning around and heading back out of the stables.
He’s not quite sure where he’s headed, but he knows that he needs to get away. For the time being.
Toji’s eyes follow Choso for just a moment, basking in his triumph before he drops his gaze to you in his arms.
He smirks, wild and wicked.
“Now, pretty girl,” Toji drawls as his eyes rove your stall. “Why don’t you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me, huh?”
“Yeah? What else… hah… did Sukuna tell you, sweetness?”
“Th-that was all.”
“Yeah?” Toji coos against your dripping cunt. “That all he said to you?”
You nod eagerly, chest heaving as you pant for breath. Your legs are weak, knees buckling as your legs quiver, but thanks to Toji’s support from below, you don’t topple over.
Fortunately.
You came twice already and that’s excluding your orgasm from when Choso was still watching. Toji has been licking and slurping aaall of your juices, dragging out the process simply because he can’t bring himself to pull away from you.
Oh yes. He’s absolutely drunk on your intoxicating lacquer.
Toji’s tongue laps at your sweetness like he’s a starved glutton and a loud sluuurp resounds in the air as he drinks you in shamelessly. Your honeyed sap runs down his chin and down, down all the way to his neck like interconnected ivory streams.
“Use your―ack―words, pretty girl, come on.”
“Y-yes that was—” Toji nips at your sensitive little rosebud before sucking hard and you scream, mouth hanging open as you gasp.
“—A-all.”
You’re sensitive and this is all too much for you to handle. It’s beyond what you’ve made yourself feel. You never thought that this is how intense things get when a stallion helps you through your heat.
You kick and squirm when Toji’s tongue drags along a particularly tender spot and your heel manages knock against the mahogany wall behind you, but that only earns you a slap to your sensitive clit with a loud, wet PLAP!
You gasp at the sensation and Toji sucks on your swollen bundle of nerves, easing the sting before pulling away with a POP!
He clicks his tongue.
“Ah, ah, ah. What did I say about all the kickin’, sweet girl?”
Toji hadn’t given you the chance to breathe when he got the two of you settled in his stall, because he was all over you in seconds. You hadn’t even managed to question why his stall door had been broken, latch hanging loosely.
You really didn’t have time to question it.
Toji had kissed you, ripped away the material of both of your confines, grumbling something about how stupid decency was, stole your breath for the longest time before he had buried his face between your thighs.
He’d been dying to get a proper taste of you; to feel how good your cunt would feel wrapped around his tongue. He ravaged you like a man starved and he did it while expecting an answer to his question.
And you told him the truth, even if you had struggled to get the words out.
“I didn’t mean to.”
Toji hums, eyes dancing with mirth as his hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you down and droplets of your dulcet juices splatter all over his face as he inhales deep, sniffing your fragrant sex.
How crude he is. How shameless.
Your teary gaze drops to Toji’s lap where his leaking, aching cock comes into view. His plump tip flushes a furious shade of red while veins bulge around the heavy, heavy length of him, standing tall, fully unsheathed from the stubby double folds of skin hidden under the dark, rough curls that decorate the base of his cock.
He’s huge. Unbelievably so. It has need pulsing between your thighs.
“T-Toji.”
He hums in acknowledgement, lifting his gaze to meet yours and it’s hard to miss how wide his pupils are blown.
“What’s the―hah―matter, pretty girl?” He asks against your quivering heat, still needy, still aching, still so, so drenched.
It’s like you’re trying to drown him and Toji is living for it. It doesn’t matter how long he’s spent trying to clean up your mess with his tongue, you just continue to make more.
You blink, eyelashes sweeping your tears of desperation away. Although tender, you still crave more, crave to have the itch deeep inside your pussy scratched and soothed and there’s only one thing that will do.
“I want… can I―your cock… your cock, please? I’m ready now.”
Oh, Toji likes that. Reeaally likes that. You just asking for his cock so prettily? So politely? It’s doing things to him. Inexplicable things.
Toji has been prepping you for the longest time now, using his tongue to coax more of your arousal out from you, because he knows that if he doesn’t, he’d risk hurting you. Though, he’s desperate to fill you, to give you what you want. To give you what your body is asking for.
He smells it in the air. Your scent. Still hot and provocative, still so sweet and so needy.
He isn’t going to deny you and how can he? You’ve expressed your eagerness to be mounted so beautifully before and even now.
“I’ll give you my cock, pretty girl, but I need to ease you into it first.”
You swallow.
“Ease me into it?”
Toji leaves one last lingering smooch on your clit, like it physically pains him to know that he has to part with it. He pulls away with a loud SMOOCH! but doesn’t bother wiping your slick off the lower half of his face, instead, he licks his lips and moves over to the bed before tapping his thigh and beckoning you over.
“Come sit, sweetness.”
And you do.
In a matter of seconds, you’re straddling Toji, legs spread on either side of his bulky thighs. Everything about him truly is big and some part of you, deep inside, is a little intimidated.
You don’t let fear stop you though and before long, you’re hovering over his leaking cock where an ivory globule of pre kisses your slit as his tip teases your entrance. You whimper at the contact as your hands rest on Toji’s shoulders, using them to steady yourself as you jerk away from his cock.
Toji only chuckles, chest shaking with the action.
Oh? Well, aren’t you just impatient? He said to sit, not hover and prepare to ride him. But Toji isn’t going to stop you when you’re this eager, this hungry.
He’d give you what you want. You’ve been so good after all.
“You wanna do it on your own, sweetness? Don’t need my help?”
With a shake of your head, “N-no.”
You reach down to take Toji into your hand, guiding him to your slobbering entrance once again and you just hold him there for a short moment, preparing yourself, psyching yourself up.
Toji hisses at the contact, at the sensation when your pussy begins to swallow him and he forces himself to remain still as you slowly, ever so slowly sink down onto his cock. The stretch is nothing like you’ve ever felt before and you find yourself groaning as your head falls forward. You exhale a heavy breath, struggling to take all of him and Toji huffs out a laugh.
So, so desperate and too eager. He loves it.
“You’re doing good, sweetness.”
His thumbs spread your folds as your honeyed sap coats his cock, dripping down the length of him and Toji twitches at the sight, licking his lips as he swallows the drool forming in his mouth.
He just can’t help himself.
“You’re too big—hah—feels like I’m being split in half…”
Toji exhales through his nose.
“This cock is perfect for your pussy, sweet girl. You can take me. I know that you can.”
Toji allows you control the pace; lets you take your time and opts for teasing your clit when you wince. He lets you adjust to his size when you finally, finally take every single inch.
Oh, and how his cock scratches all the right spots, reaching sooo deep. He stretches you so good that it hurts. You’d thought that Toji’s fingers had you feeling full before, but his cock has you feeling like you’d burst at any moment.
After a moment that you take to get your bearings, you lift your gaze, meeting Toji’s and he just offers you a lazy, satisfied smirk.
What’s there not to be satisfied about? You’re completely his now, just clenching around and gripping him with your velvety walls in a way that feels like your cunt is staking its claim too.
“What’s wrong, sweetness?” Toji swallows hard, eyeing the spot where your cunt chokes on his cock. “You wanna… tap out?”
Toji is breathless, struggling to ignore how good you feel wrapped around him.
“N-no, I don’t… hah… want to.”
You really want this.
You begin to rock your hips then, starting slow, huffing and puffing as you use Toji’s shoulders as leverage, thighs quivering as you grind clumsily on the length of him. Your movements are uncoordinated, hips stuttering and Toji groans.
You’re a spectacle no doubt, you feel like heaven, but surely you can do better.
“C’mon, sweetness, you’re used to performing—you gave Choso a pretty show. Now why don’t you show off for me a little too, hmm?”
Toji just watches you move; let’s you quell and satisfy your hunger on your own as you test the waters, as you grow used to the sensation of having a cock shoved so deep inside of you for the first time.
“H-how?”
Toji’s lips twitch at the corners.
“I was built for ridin’, so ride me properly, pretty girl.”
You swallow, cheeks hot and stomach twisting tight, tight, tight. Toji’s thumbs graze your hips and then he lifts you once. Just once. Guiding you, hinting at what it is that he wants from you.
“I know you can do it.”
You listen. Of course you do.
You follow his motion; you lift your hips and then bring them back down again. His cock pokes that dulcet spot and you mewl. It feels good, so you do it again and before long, you find a rhythm, a steady one.
You bounce on Toji’s cock optimistically, sighing in pleasure as you move with a little more confidence. With newfound confidence. Pain no longer settles between your thighs, and it morphs into something tight, into something pleasurable.
Your greedy cunt swallows him every single time with wet slurps, just gobbling him up with every downward motion. You moan when his cock plunges deep and Toji curses while he allows you to do your thing, soaking up your dizzying scent that still engulfs him like a weighted blanket.
You chase the pleasurable sensations when Toji’s cock grazes your velvety innards, and it feels so good that the mere sensation of the veins dragging along inside you has stars bursting behind your eyelids.
Your cunt tightens and you whimper.
“Oh yeah, yeah—thaaat’s it, pretty girl, show off for me—fuck—juusst like that, yeah.” Toji’s hands guide your hips, helping you bounce up and down, up and down on his aching cock.
You look so, so beautiful taking him like this; moving with confidence, hair dishevelled and damp at the edges that line your forehead and temple, skin heated and slick with a thin coat of perspiration, eyes unfocused, lips parted and tits bouncing.
Oh, you don’t know what you’re doing to him, do you?
“Toji… hah… it feels so—mmn—good.”
You continue your movements, bouncing on Toji’s cock like you were born to do it, like you were made to take him. Your body aches in all the best ways and every time Toji’s cock reaches that itch deep inside, you feel every inch of your body burn.
“It does, yeah? This cock will take care of you whenever you need, sweet girl.”
You know what he means by that. Every heat cycle that’s to come will definitely be taken care of. The thought is so thrilling that your pussy agrees with a tight squeeze that has Toji’s hips bucking despite himself.
You cry out as pleasure sparks again, lighting a flame in your very core, your very soul.
Your dulcet sap just drips and drools aaall over Toji, decorating the rough hairs at the base of his cock with pretty little beads of your arousal as they splatter everywhere.
Toji struggles to keep his hands to himself while his eyes absorb you, taking you in like a sponge and they explore your body before he grips your ass to help guide your movements.
Harder. Deliberate. That’s what every thrust feels like. It feels like you’re suffocating his cock and Toji’s sure that he’s melting inside you.
He thought he’d be able to help, to keep his cool, but he’s hypnotized by the bouncing of your tits, by your movements and the way that you look taking him like it has always been meant to be.
Toji’s hands find your breasts, he kneads them and his thumbs brush over your nipples, pointed and hard. You arch into his touch at the contact, whining just as Toji leans in, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard while his fingers toy with the other.
Oh, this is even better than when he’d teased you from over your dress and you reward Toji with the loudest, sweetest moan. The added sensation only has you panting heavily as your body thrums with the pleasure you’d been craving.
Toji groans, tongue swirling and lapping at your nipple, teasing it, pleasuring you before giving the other the same attention.
You whine and buck your hips, gasping as Toji teases you. His teeth graze your flesh, and you whimper.
You don’t even realize that you’d stopped your movements altogether until he speaks up.
“Who said that you could stop, pretty girl?” He murmurs against your flesh, pinching your nipple as punishment.
You whine at the action, brows furrowing as the sting brings you back to reality. Even if it’s for a brief moment.
“I-it’s hard to focus when you do that.”
Toji rolls your nipple, pushing the bud down and you whine.
He’s been trying to be patient, trying to let you grow used to him, but he’s getting impatient now. He wants more and more, but you just aren’t giving it to him.
Not in the way he wants.
He releases your nipple with a wet POP! before he grabs your hips and flips you over onto your back and the mattress below dips. You don’t even have time to register what’s going on until his hands hook under your knees and he’s pressing them to your chest.
He rests his weight on you, some of it so that he’s not crushing you, keeping you trapped while you lay folded in half.
“Toji.” You drag out the syllables of his name.
He’s heavy and big.
“Sorry, sweetness. Couldn’t take all that waiting.”
Toji lines up with your sloppy entrance and his hips snap forward then, cock plunging into your spongey innards with the loudest, most vulgar SQUELCH!
You gasp, teary eyes going wide.
This is so, sooo different from when you were on top, but you like it. You like the way his cock reaches so deep that it knocks the air right out of your lungs.
Toji thrusts into you, hard, sharp and you squeal.
“Hmm, so loud and so is this pussy, yeah? You like being taken care of, pretty girl?”
Toji sinks in so deep that his tip kisses your cervix, rubbing and hitting spots that you never knew existed. Your pussy is delighted too, every squelch and every schlik is a clear, clear expression of that.
“Yes—mngh… feels so good.“
You feel your pleasure build, you feel that heat return, just teasing you, promising you eventual ecstasy.
Toji leans down when he feels your walls flutter around him, inhaling your sultry sweet scent and nuzzling your neck. You smell so, so good. It’s making him hot, getting him bothered in all the right ways.
He feels dizzy, his cock swells as heat creeps into his veins like hot molten lava. His hips buck as his head buzzes with the fervour to mate, to breed.
His pheromones permeate in the air, thick and erotic. You notice it instantly.
Toji’s pheromones have changed and it’s so, so provocative. He smells sweeter somehow, muskier, his pheromones thick with dangerous masculinity and you? You grow impossibly wetter, needier.
It’s undeniable, Toji knows what he’s feeling, and he hadn’t really anticipated it.
You reeaally are a filthy girl, huh? Just using your pheromones to coax him into rut.
Toji should have seen this coming. He should have anticipated that your neediness, that your veeery sultry pheromones would eventually tease him to the point of madness. He's glad that it hadn’t come sooner, glad that he’d been able to help you ease into this, because now?
Now, Toji won’t be stopping. He isn’t going to go anywhere until his seed takes root. He intends to fill you through every wave of your heat, until he’s marked you completely and fully.
Until it’s guaranteed that you’d be heavy with his foal.
“Hah… would you look at that…?” He murmurs under his breath, licking a stripe up your neck, tasting the sweetness of your skin.
He slams into you then, a little rougher than before and you cry out, eyes snapping shut at the mere force and your abused, gummy walls flutter around his girth. Toji knows that you’re close again, that you’re going to leak all over his cock and he’s ready for it, ready to give you what you want, what you need.
And, upon thinking about the foal that he’s going to give you, Toji’s mind immediately fixates on the obstinate stallion that had kept you away from him. He doesn’t know why he thinks of Sukuna, of the glances that he’d shot his way before, but Toji’s mind fixates on the words you’d revealed.
“Sukuna wants a―fuck―foal that badly, huh?”
Toji’s thrusts grow sloppy, cock twitching as his swollen tip kisses your cervix, just smooching away over and over again as you pant, breath stuttering when you feel the tension in your stomach snap.
“Well then,” he groans as you clamp around him and your ever-greedy pussy just sucks and keeps him inside, too afraid to let go.
“Mngh—Toji!”
You sob while pleasure leaves you a trembling mess, all while you cream on Toji’s cock, coating it with your thick, syrupy juices as you meet Toji’s thrusts with desperate upward thrusts of your own.
He grunts before he pushes in so deep that it feels like his cockhead hits your womb when he spills into you, painting your walls with his seed. Your releases mix together and you’re sure that you feel some of it drip out from you, slow and tantalizingly steady.
Even as Toji fucks everything back in while helping you ride out your high.
You whimper as his cock continues to stretch you, as the fat girth of him keeps all of his cum trapped inside.
Toji isn’t done. He’s far from it. He’s in rut, you’re in heat and Toji can go on forever, which he intends to do. Wave after wave, he intends to fuck you through it all, plans to keep you full.
He flips you over and your weak, trembling legs manage to keep you propped up. You exhale while Toji lifts your ass and the muscles at the base of your tail twitch on instinct. The appendage moves to the side, tidy tresses of hair making way for him in another showcase of your readiness.
Your body communicates while you can’t and Toji reads the message loud and clear.
You remain bent over, presenting your quivering heat to the stallion behind you as you pant, drool slipping free from the corners of your mouth. Your body hums with the aftermath of pleasure, but you want more.
More and more and more because you still feel need settle low in your gut.
Toji licks his lips with a wicked smirk, admiring the sight of you, admiring the way his thick ivory sap drips from your pretty cunt. You are quite the sight to behold.
His thumbs find your folds, and he spreads them nice and wide.
A/N: Idk if you can tell, but I'm used to writing in first person 😭 What are we thinking though? Do we want reactions to what unfolded? Maybe not? I'd really like to know what you guys think!
❀ Pairing: Stallion hybrid! Toji x Stallion hybrid! Sukuna x Stallion hybrid! Choso x Show mare hybrid! Reader
♞ Part 1
❀ Word count: 7.8k
❀ Content warning: 18+ MDNI ⋆ hybrid AU ⋆ equestrian AU ⋆ FEM! Mare! Reader ⋆ multiple jjk men x reader ⋆ polyamory ⋆ F/M/M/M dynamic ⋆ foursome ⋆ soft dom! Choso ⋆ Tojikuna action with the tiniest hint of Sukucho ⋆ reader is still in heat ⋆ ruts ⋆ breeding ⋆ little bit of urination ⋆ implied marathon and multiple orgasms ⋆ overstim ⋆ double penetration ⋆ two d's in one hole ⋆ unprotected p in v sex ⋆ slight hints of jealousy ⋆ anal sex (m! receiving) ⋆
☆ Author's note: I had to fight demons to hope and pray that this would post 😭 I apologise to every single one of you guys who waited like, an eternity for this 😭 Also, part 1 isn't compulsory to read, but it focuses a lot more on the Toji x Reader smut whereas this part doesn't.
The academy is quiet. Not literally, of course not, that would be impossible to accomplish. It’s simply quiet in the way one would describe the calm before the storm. Where tension builds and builds before it finally snaps.
Shiu doesn’t know what to do. He’s been stuck pacing back and forth in his room in the worker’s dorm where, hiding even though the person he’s hiding from isn’t here.
She’s still gone, but that’s only temporary. Yuki will be back sooner or later, back in less than a week, in person and he would much rather break the bad news to her while she’s on the other end of a call.
It minimises the amount of risk that he has to face while sharing the events of what had happened. He needs to call her. Let her know that he fucked up and big time.
He managed to remedy the situation, but that’s for some part of it.
You’re currently in your private stables, locked away from both Toji who is stuck in the paddocks and Sukuna who has arrived about an hour ago. It’s early evening and he’s looking for you; he made that fact known the moment he was brought back onto the premises of the academy earlier.
Shiu had to lie, had to figure out some way to get Sukuna to believe that he needs to wait before he can see you again.
After he’d dealt with the fight that Takuma had pointed out, Shiu hadn’t gone back to check up on Toji. Part of it was because he’d forgotten, another part of it was because he had other duties to attend to. He’d thought that the sooner he’d get those tasks done, the sooner he would get some time off.
He had promised to let Toji out later too. Later meant that Shiu didn’t have to show up until much later, but he’d soon figured that he made a mistake. He should have gone to double check, should have gone to ensure that Takuma managed to follow through with his instruction.
The kid isn’t incompetent. He’s far, far from that, but Shiu knows the effect Toji has on the workers here. They’re afraid of him and that makes it hard to concentrate, makes it hard to maintain composure around him.
When he had gone back to finally let Toji out, he hadn’t been in his stall and the door and locks had been broken. That’s when he rushed to find you and to his horror, you’d been all but folded beneath the stallion that Shiu had been trying to keep away from you.
He didn’t want to, but Shiu had to find a way to get you away and he did. Took a lot of effort, took a lot of keeping his eyes away from what had been left bare, but he’d managed to pry you away, nonetheless.
Now, Shiu just needs to figure out what it is that he’s going to tell Yuki before she finds out on her own.
Choso stands right in front of the stable doors, not his, not yours, but Sukuna’s. He knows why he’s here, knows the risk that he's taking by being so willing to let Sukuna in on the events of what happened and it’s simply to settle the fury that simmers deep in his chest.
Toji had gotten in the way, had taken what he wanted because he thought that he could.
He’s been waiting for a chance to sneak into the stables, but nobody seems to be on duty. That made his job a whole lot easier.
Shiu isn’t anywhere to be seen, other workers have been scurrying about, seeing to problems that don’t concern him. So, he’s taken advantage of their seemingly busy schedules.
“Where is she?”
Choso knows that Sukuna has long since realised that he’s here and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who he’s talking about. Choso knows where you are—he’d seen where Shiu had dragged you off to after he’d caught you with Toji.
He'd seemed very distressed, panicked even.
“Private stables,” Choso points out as he moves to unlock Sukuna’s stall. “Don’t think that you’re going to like the reason as to why she’s there.”
And Sukuna doesn’t.
Choso shares the events of what happened, leaves out the part where he enjoyed himself a little too much and he does this as they make their way to where you are.
Nobody sees them, nobody stops them and it’s a wonder as to what the workers are doing. Though, it is late and many of them are retiring from their duties, so Choso counts his blessings. He knows that unlocking the stalls of other hybrids are prohibited around here.
They’re standing in your stables moments later, the air engulfed in feminine musk so thick it makes them dizzy.
Sukuna exhales, face scrunched as his eyes trail over you. Granted, you smell needy, of the sweetness that he always imagined would permeate from you during your heat. He’s smelled it in passing, detected hints of it in the past when Yuki would keep you separated from him.
Though, your need isn’t the only thing that he detects. Sukuna smells Toji and his scent is all over you. It’s clear that he’s marked you, that he’s mated with you.
“You mated with him.” Sukuna doesn’t question it because it’s an observation, a fact that he has no choice but to accept.
You blink, part your lips to speak, but Choso beats you to it.
“It was my fault—I shouldn’t have taken her to the wrong stables.”
Sukuna glances at Choso, narrows his gaze but not in anger or exasperation. Then, he trails his gaze over to you again. Your pheromones have become increasingly difficult to ignore, and the scent has heat simmering in his gut.
“What am I to do with you, huh?”
Sukuna walks up to you, and you reach out to him. Even with your bleary gaze, you recognise him. His scent, his voice, everything.
He buries his face in your neck when he pulls you towards him and breathes you in, breathes in too much of Toji. He doesn’t know how long you’ve been at it, but judging by how needy your pheromones still are, it couldn’t have been all that long.
“You never listen unless I make you,” Sukuna pulls his nose away from your neck and peers into your eyes. “You like it when I do that?”
“I listened,” you whine
You make a sound, a small defeated one that gives Sukuna an answer to his question. Right, yes. Of course you like to make things difficult for him because you like that.
“Told you that you’re a brat.”
“I’m not.”
Choso doesn’t take his eyes off of you, even as Sukuna dwarfs your form. He considers standing aside, but that’s not what he wants, that’s not why he’s here.
He wants you too and he’s already allowed Toji to get away with stealing you.
So, he moves to support you from behind, casts a quick glance Sukuna’s way and surprisingly enough, he doesn’t comment.
You make a desperate little sound when you register that Sukuna and Choso both have you pressed up against them and their musk dances along your nostrils like an aphrodisiac. They both smell good—like your body is welcoming the warm familiarity.
Need pulses between your thighs, a throb that has you breathing them in shamelessly.
“Please.”
“Please what, sugar?”
He knows what you want, you reek of the need to have your heat tended to.
Again, your body responds before you can even register what’s going on. Need coils deep in your gut as urine drips down your thighs, then your legs, small droplets that relay one message to both stallions that have you pressed between them.
Choso’s breath catches, you feel it in the way his chest stutters and Sukuna freezes. For a long moment, Sukuna says nothing and although he smells it, he checks the evidence for himself.
To his delight, you’ve urinated, expressed your eagerness in the one way your body knows how to.
Choso curses and you hear the breathlessness in his voice.
“Yeah, sugar. I read you loud and clear—gonna take care of you like I promised you I would.”
Sukuna lifts his gaze, peers over at Choso and they make eye contact. They don’t usually do this, they haven’t ever done it, but there is a mutual understanding that settles in the air between them.
They can’t let Toji hog you to himself, so they have to do something about it.
Shiu stands still—doesn’t move, doesn’t even breathe as he holds the phone to his ear, hand trembling just the slightest bit. He’s not scared, not at all intimidated by the silence and that’s what he tells himself.
That’s the thought that circles in his brain so that he doesn’t lose his sanity. It’s already taken a lot to psych himself up for a mere call and he knows that he can’t take any more stress.
“You did what!?”
Shiu gulps, running his fingers through the cropped strands of hair and fear blossoms in his chest despite Yuki being on the other side of the phone.
He is scared and he is intimidated. Very, very much so.
“I uh… left Takuma in charge of securing Toji’s locks.” Shiu repeats, kicking at a stone from the dirt path that crunches beneath his boots as he paces back and forth. “He got the order of them wrong, and I didn’t go back to check.”
“What were you thinking, Shiu?”
He wasn’t thinking. That’s what he believes. His brain had processed too many thoughts, too many ideas that it felt like he hadn’t been thinking at all.
When Shiu doesn’t answer quick enough, Yuki sighs on the other end of the line, that breath undeniably a release of her frustration. She knows that this isn’t really his fault. He explained everything and she understands.
“How long were they at it?”
The change in tone captures his attention.
“Not too sure.”
Shiu eyes the stables in the distance, not yours, the stables where he locked Toji in. Properly this time. It reminds him of the other issue at hand; a broken stable door that will have to be fixed or replaced.
“But her heats often come in waves, no?” Shiu scratches the back of his neck, eyes fluttering shut as he thinks long and hard. He recalls Yuki mentioning the fact sometime in the past.
“I think that I managed to get her away from Toji when the first wave ebbed.”
Yuki is silent and she stays silent. It’s almost unnerving.
Then, “Right. Where is she now?”
“Currently in the private stables—where the new building is.”
Yuki sighs from the other side of the line, but it’s not riddled with frustration like from the first time Shiu dialled her number.
“Please just make sure that sugar cube is in a stable condition. There’s nothing that we can do about… anything right now.” Yuki pauses and Shiu hears faint rummaging in the background.
“I’ve said that Toji’s a good breeding candidate, so if sugar cube is okay, just ensure that you take him to her. This is her first oestrus with a mate, so his presence is important.”
Shiu’s shoulders go slack, more so out of relief than anything. There’s a myriad of ways that this situation could have gone but fortunately enough for him, it worked out in his favour.
Seems like he’ll be keeping his job after all.
“Ri–”
“Sukuna should be there already, please keep him away from both Toji and sugar cube.”
Shiu sighs, dragging a hand over his face.
“Will do.”
“Leave Toji with sugar cube for the night—I’ll be back in less than a week. Try to keep Toji and Sukuna away from each other’s throats.”
The call ends after that and Shiu exhales again.
Leave Toji with you for the night.
Shiu exhales, as long as he doesn’t have to keep Toji separated from you anymore then all should be good. He’s still not sure what he’s going to do about Sukuna, but there’s not much that he can consider doing.
He slinks into the stables, grabs a rope because there’s no need for a harness right now before he trudges over to where Toji is, still pacing back and forth along the fence of the paddocks. He paces then stops, repeats the action like impatience has consumed him.
His eyes fixate on the last place he’d been with you from a distance, nostrils flaring every time he releases an exhale.
He hears Shiu approach and when he turns, his eyes narrow, unimpressed.
“You’ve got some nerve showin’ up here.”
“I’ve got some nerve?” Shiu raises a brow. “You nearly cost me my job.”
Toji scoffs, turns his head away like he couldn’t care less. He couldn’t, not about the man that had been the reason as to why he hasn’t been able to see while you’re in desperate need of his help, in desperate need of him.
He still tastes you on his tongue, still feels your warmth lingering on his flesh and he’s been forced to stay away from you just because a set of rules claims that he should.
“Let’s not forget that you broke the fucking locks and the door to your stall.”
Toji still doesn’t look at Shiu and settles for a low grunt.
“You’ve honestly given me more work than any other hybrid on these grounds, you brute. You’re lucky Yuki thinks that you’re a good breeding candidate.”
Toji’s ears perk and he steals a glance at Shiu.
“Your boss lady?”
Shiu grumbles under his breath before he meets Toji’s gaze.
“Yes,” he gestures to the rope in his hands, uncoiling the lead. “She says that you can stay with her mare for the night.”
Toji blinks and stays silent. He’s not dreaming he knows that. It’s already been about two hours since he's last seen you and he’s been wondering how you’ve been holding up. He didn’t satisfy you fully and neither did he himself.
“Let’s get going then.”
Shiu secures the rope around Toji’s neck, the loop not at all tight as he leads Toji to your private stables. The closer they get, the more Toji’s senses come to life, and he knows that Shiu doesn’t quite hear or smell what he does in that moment.
Toji freezes, ears flickering and nostrils flaring. From all the way out here he smells your sweetness, your need accompanied by pheromones that don’t belong to you.
Shiu’s gaze darts over to Toji and the man groans. He doesn’t understand what the issue is now. Didn’t Toji want to be with you?
“What’s the problem–”
“Water.”
“What?”
Toji grunts, gaze flickering over to Shiu for a long moment.
“We’re goin’ to need water and lots of it. I’ll get myself in there.”
Shiu’s face contorts into a very unimpressed expression. Toji really has no shame, but Shiu guesses that he’s right.
So he eyes the rope before taking it and throwing it over his shoulder and gesturing to the stables.
“Try not to squash her this time, you brute. Yuki still needs her in perfect condition.”
“Can’t make any promises.”
Shiu grimaces before he walks off to retrieve the water that he knows that you’ll be needing and Toji eyes the building again before stepping closer and making his way inside.
He's not surprised when he enters, he’d gotten the hint long ago, but Toji’s gaze narrows, darting between both Sukuna and Choso before they land on you.
Your chest heaves, skin slick with sweat and what Toji knows is the evidence of your activity with the two stallions that have themselves buried deep inside of you. He meets your bleary gaze, unfocused despite your best attempts to follow the source of the noise you’d heard.
Oh, you’ve been at it with them for a while now. It’s as clear as day, but Toji isn’t mad. He doesn’t blame anyone for wanting you the way that he does.
“Well, well,” Toji slips into the stables and both Choso and Sukuna whip their heads in his direction. “Looks like you three are enjoying my absence a little too much, ey?”
Toji’s gaze roves your form before he meets your gaze again. “Evenin’ sweetness, good to see that you haven’t been left all alone.”
“Mnn… ‘Ji,” it’s a poor attempt at speaking, but you try. You acknowledge him, make an attempt to reach out for him but Sukuna isn’t having it.
“Saying his name while you’ve got two dicks shoved in your cunt?” Sukuna scoffs and pinches your clit. “How rude.”
You whine and Toji swallows. Watching you lose yourself in pleasure is almost as good as being buried inside of you.
“I think that she’s allowed to call for me, you know, considering that she’s my mate.”
“Not just yours anymore,” Choso shoots back and Toji’s amusement dances in his eyes. “We mated with her too.”
There’s a moment of silence, a long stretch of quiet that has everyone but you looking between one another.
Toji’s eyes flick to Sukuna whose chest heaves as he glares at him and Toji only huffs out an amused chuckle.
“You clearly do like what you see, huh?”
Despite his best efforts to stay still, Sukuna pulls himself away from you only to tackle Toji to the floor. They don’t begin fighting in an attempt to draw blood, but they wrestle as though words alone won’t express what they’re feeling.
“You mated with her when you weren’t supposed to,” Sukuna spits, face contorted into an ugly snarl as he pushes at Toji’s face.
The latter grunts, pushes back and he attempts to roll out from under Sukuna.
“Says you who told her to stay away from me like I’d make her sick.”
“I have my reasons for that.”
Choso’s eyes follow Toji and Sukuna as they shove at one another and he exhales, turning his attention back to you. He believes that if those two want to fight, then he’ll let them fight.
Still buried deep inside you, Choso flips you so that you’re nestled on your back, whining as he peppers kisses along your jaw before he resumes the pace that he’d kept up earlier.
Sukuna and Toji are still at one another’s throats, grunting and groaning while they wrestle their frustrations out. Choso doesn’t care, he does want Toji to get what he deserves, but he’d rather have Sukuna see to that.
“Wanted to apologise for what happened earlier,” Choso pants, cock sliding out just enough before he pushes back into you with a gasp. “I should have walked away; I shouldn’t have stayed put and watched.”
You make a sound, open yourself up for him as he thrusts into you like he’s dreamed of this moment. He has, many, many times.
“Choso.”
“I’m sorry, so sorry, mhnn… please, you just smelled so good, looked so good that I couldn’t help it.”
Choso delivers another thrust that has your back arching and your eyes rolling so far back that you lose any ability to think clearly.
“Do you forgive me?”
His hips smack against yours and the rough hairs at the base of where he’s swollen with need grazes your clit.
You nod. You liked it, liked having his eyes on you, you liked the way he resorted to touching himself because he’d liked what he was seeing. It made the moment better than you’ll admit.
You open your mouth to try and speak, to try and let Choso know that you’re not mad, but your words fail you when his thrusts knock all the air from your lungs. They’re deliberate and you feel so full.
Choso leans forward enough so that he can express his relief with gentle kisses, but his body’s movement has you crying out while your walls clamp around his girth.
“Ch-Choso, you’re in too deep.”
He shakes his head, pressing forward until it feels like your body is quite literally going to snap in half. For one with his stature, he has a surprising amount of strength.
“I’m sorry… but I’m—hah,” Choso keeps you trapped while his cock sinks deeper and deeper, until the heady cusp of his cock smooches your cervix like a long-lost lover. “Not deep enough… not enough, not enough.”
He pulls out just enough before slamming his cock right back into you with a crude SCHLIK! that has heat picking at your skin. Sukuna and Toji still push and shove at one another, but you don’t hear what they’re saying.
Neither does Choso.
“I wanna fill you so, so bad—please let me.”
“Choso,” you pant while you struggle to find your breath. “Mmn—gonna cum.”
That’s all he needs, all Choso needs before he’s feeding you the swollen inches of his cock until you come undone and drench him. You cry out while pleasure washes over you and you sound so sweet that Choso gives in immediately.
He coats your treacly walls with a thick load of his need while he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He stays like that while he plunges in and out of you at the perfect angle that drags out your pleasure.
You hear Toji whistle, not an attempt to get your attention, but a sound that you’d consider appreciative.
“I left you alone for five minutes and you take advantage of my absence?” Sukuna raises a brow at Choso who simply offers him a pinched expression.
“As if you weren’t hogging her before he,” Choso’s gaze snaps to Toji who offers him that very same look when he'd basked in your neediness while forcing him to watch. “Got here.”
When you blink over at Sukuna and Toji, they’re both peering at you and Choso, clearly having gotten their frustration out enough.
Sukuna doesn’t say anything, doesn’t bother commenting any further and only snorts before his eyes flick to where Choso pulls out of you slowly.
“Didn’t think you had that in you,” Toji huffs, eyes fixating on the way your cunt quivers as a thick stream of froth drips from you.
His cock twitches, instinct if anything.
“You had it coming.” Sukuna seethes as he makes his way back to you, not bothering to spare Toji another glance.
You push yourself up as he nears you and before you can even open your mouth to speak, he lifts you effortlessly and you yelp.
“Put her down.”
Sukuna scoffs at that, peering at Toji from over his shoulder. Still, he says nothing and glances at Choso instead. He steps closer and Choso steps back, not because he’s scared, but because of an instinct that has been embedded into him.
“We weren’t done,” Sukuna finally manages, directs his words at Toji as Choso’s back hits the wall and the former turns you around allowing your eyes meet ebony irises that regard you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.
It happens so fast then, Choso whimpers as Sukuna pushes you forward, prompting Choso to support your weight while guiding their cocks together.
Still sensitive, you whine as Sukuna lowers you onto both of their cocks and they stretch you slow, stretch you wide and you gasp at the sensation that feels like it's burning you alive.
Choso leans in to place another kiss on your lips as your cunt swallows both his and Sukuna’s cocks all over again. You kiss him back, taste him, feel him and you feel his need pulse with a single jerk.
“Leavin’ me out again, huh?” Toji scoffs before stepping up behind Sukuna, nose brushing the back of his neck as he pushes up against him.
Sukuna’s muscles pull stiff and his eyes narrow.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“You’re not the only ones in rut, you know?” Toji’s mouth quirks into a smirk. “You want to be inside her? Fine.”
Toji presses the tip of his cock to Sukuna’s puckering entrance, teeth catching his bottom lip at the heat that greets him.
“But count me in on all the fun.”
Sukuna bucks and he manages to shove Toji back. Just a little. He doesn’t want to acknowledge the way his stomach twisted at that feeling. It wasn’t disgust, far from it and that’s what scares him.
“What? Scared that you’ll like it too much?”
“Fuck off.”
“You’ve got your cock buried inside my mate,” Toji huffs. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
Sukuna exhales a heavy breath, eyes fixating on you as you keep your face pressed up against Choso’s chest. You murmur something under your breath, something incoherent, but he catches the syllables of Toji’s name.
Sukuna knows that you can’t help it, and he’s reading the message you’re trying to share loud and clear. You want all three of them, you want them to share.
He turns his head, glances over his shoulder and with a scowl, “You’re a fucking idiot, don’t think that this let’s you off the hook. Just… fuck—do it and shut up.”
Toji’s tongue swipes over his teeth as he offers Sukuna that cocky smirk of his. He knows he’s won.
He moves closer again, wraps his hand around his aching shaft before giving it a couple of long strokes, spreading the pre that had collected at his tip. Still, your pheromones do wonders for him.
Then, Toji sinks into Sukuna’s tight orifice and the two groan in unison, the sound deep, but riddled with pleasure that neither of the two will admit. It’s slow, and Sukuna tenses as Toji feeds him the thick inches of his cock.
“Would ya look at that? Perfect fit.” Toji stares at where he’s connected to Sukuna, where his cock disappears in his warmth.
“I told you to shut up.”
Sukuna’s cock seems to swell, grows steadily and you whine. It has you feeling fuller, stretched in a way that makes your body hum.
Toji thrusts into Sukuna then, a quick movement that sends the latter’s weight forward and his cock brushes the sensitive spots of your walls and the sensitive spots of Choso’s cock.
“Oh fuck, this feels better than I expected.” Toji licks his lips, settles his hands on the pronounced muscles along Sukuna’s waist and that’s the moment that sparks the heat that simmers in everyone.
Sukuna thrusts up, cock grazing Choso’s as he keeps his burly arms on either side of Choso’s head while you remain pressed between their bare chests. Choso grunts as he mirrors Sukuna and finds a pace that matches his.
You breathe in and then exhale, breaths uneven. The medley of their scents, all three of them, is dizzying.
It makes your brain feel like mush and your body feel numb in all the best ways. Everything is warm, you’re drenched between your thighs and the sounds that reverberate through the space around you is so lewd that it’s almost hypnotic.
You hear Toji grunt, the sound guttural and familiar, as he thrusts up into Sukuna who groans and curses under his breath. His cock twitches inside you and you’re sure that both you and Choso feel the jerking movement.
“Fuck, can you calm down?”
Toji’s grip on Sukuna’s waist tightens, just a fraction, as a shit-eating grin pulls at his lips. His eyes fixate on where his cock plunges deep into Sukuna’s hole and although it’s not your pussy, it still suffices.
“Can’t—not when your ass is sucking me in like it wishes that I could stay here forever.”
Toji’s thrusts turn so brutal that you feel it through Sukuna’s movements.
Every moment that Toji pulls his cock from Sukuna’s puckering orifice, Sukuna’s thrusts ease as he relieves you of a few of his girthy inches and when Toji thrusts back in, Sukuna’s cockhead finds your sensitive spots again.
You choke on a sob as Choso and Sukuna keep you squished between their chests and you’re pretty sure that you start drooling against Choso’s. He doesn’t seem to mind, and you can’t bring yourself to care.
“Mmn—too much… ah!”
You gasp as their cocks massage your velvety canal with every brutal thrust that has the fattened tips of their cocks smacking against your cervix.
“Too much, huh?” Toji huffs from behind Sukuna and you whine at the sound of his voice. It sparks a memory that burns bright and you clamp down, earning a groan from the other two stallions.
“None of this is too much for you, sweetness,” Toji thrusts harder, pushes Sukuna further into you and in turn, he pushes up against Choso’s cock that hits your sensitive spot.
Your thighs are coated in your slick and other fluids that you’d lose your mind over had you not been so drunk on sensation.
You’re sore and aching, from earlier, from now, but you’re still far too eager to soothe that itch that resides deep, deep inside of you.
Tears stream from your eyes as you feel another orgasm build, your mouth falling open while you cry out for the umpteenth time. Pleasure pricks at every nerve while your walls clamp and flutter around the twitching girths that keep you stuffed and plugged full of cum.
Choso makes a desperate sound and Sukuna groans again. They thrust up, cocks rubbing together before your mouth falls open, but no sound escapes you. You gasp, choke on a breath as your orgasm hits you, pulls you under a wave of ecstasy that has you clamping down on the girths that keep you stretched open.
That’s enough to have Sukuna and Choso spilling into you, filling you with thick ropes of their seed. It’s messy, too much for you to bear even as they fuck you right through your high.
Toji follows soon after, spilling into Sukuna with a groan that goes straight to your cunt despite it having just been wrung of everything that you have to offer.
Sukuna huffs, leans forward as his cock twitches some more, like he hadn’t just given you a thick load mere seconds ago.
For a long moment, neither of you say anything—you can’t, even if you wanted to. You’re numb, fucked completely senseless, but you feel satisfied.
The heavy breathing is cut off when a loud crash resounds from the entrance and everyone’s attention snaps to the source of the noise. It’s unexpected, catches everyone completely off guard.
Shiu stands by the door, absolutely horrified. His arms remain slack, fingers twitching like he’s not sure he wants to strangle himself or not. Still petrified and with a racing heart, his eyes dart between all of your sweat-slicked and sticky bodies.
He’s going to lose his job for sure this time. That terrifies him.
Toji glances at Shiu and offers him that usual cocky smirk that he always does, Sukuna only shoots him an unimpressed glare while Choso’s eyes mirror Shiu’s wide ones.
You’re far too gone to notice anything, still high on sensation and how full you feel.
“What…” Shiu feels the way his heart skips one too many beats as he struggles to formulate his words, as he continues to stare between the three stallions.
He wills himself to look at you. At the state that you’re in.
“The fuck is happening here?”
He hadn’t been gone that long.
“You brought the water,” Toji drawls, teeth glinting. “Gonna need more than that though.”
“So let me get this straight…” Yuki’s voice trails off as she inhales, mulling over her thoughts and her words. “You let Toji mate with her when I specifically wanted Sukuna to.”
Shiu gulps down the lodge of nerves in his throat as Yuki’s eyes fixate on him for a lingering moment.
“Then, when I let you off the hook for that, you let three stallions mate with her in total.”
When he hears it aloud, he considers firing himself in Yuki’s place. She’s never been one to allow anyone to hinder her plans that she’s thought through, and he’s managed to hinder those plans.
“I promise that it wasn’t–”
“Not one, not two, but three!? Shiu, are you insane?”
He says nothing for the longest time but finally allows himself to apologise. For this, for Toji getting to you in the first place, for being negligent and allowing Choso to do the same. So much has happened when he was supposed to be watching over you.
“Is there a way that I can make up for–”
“Sell him.”
She says it so casually that Shiu almost thinks that he’s heard her wrong, but when he peers over at her with furrowed brows, she repeats the words again.
“You want me to give Toji away?”
“Are you deaf?” Yuki sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I said that you should sell him, not give him away—he’s worth a lot.”
Shiu doesn’t say a word, simply thinks quietly to himself. He should have seen this coming and there’s not much that he can say or do. He had been keen on keeping Toji around, but he can’t go against Yuki’s request.
Not when he’s messed up the way he has.
“Yeah,” Shiu licks his lips, nodding his head. “I’ll see that I get to that.”
Shiu doesn’t say much after that. As much as he’d agree that Toji is as difficult and as stubborn as a mule, he’d made progress.
“I’ll pay sugar cube a visit and I’ll be with you in a bit.”
Shiu sighs as shoves his hands into his pockets with a nod. He can already see how breaking the news to Toji will end.
Yuki heads on over to where you are after having spoken to Shiu. She hadn’t gotten to see you yet, still in your private stables where she’d requested that you be placed when she arrives again.
You perk, smiling as you make your way over to her. Seeing her face after so long has a warm feeling flooding in your chest.
“Hi, sugar cube,” Yuki greets as she cups your face, examining the marks on your neck as you keep your gaze averted sheepishly.
“They did quite a number on you, huh?”
She’s not really hoping for an answer, she already knows what’s happened. None of the stallions were at all subtle about staking their claim.
Your heat is long since over but considering that you’ve got a total of three mates, none of them are allowing the others to outdo them. It’s like leaving you marked and bruised is how they manage to cope with having to share you.
Yuki believes that she’ll have her hands full as long as you’re around.
“Are you well rested? They haven’t disturbed your peace too much, have they?”
You shake your head, “No.”
Yuki hums and offers you a relieved smile.
“Well, that’d make things much easier when Shiu sells Toji.”
You freeze, eyes going wide. You didn’t think that Toji would be leaving, you didn’t think that he’d be sold off.
“Wait you’re not keeping him?” You ask as Yuki pulls away from you and slipping her thumbs through the hoops of her jeans.
“He’s not mine to keep, sugar cube and there are consequences that need to be faced after everything that happened.”
You shake your head. For the first time, you allow yourself to put up a fight with what Yuki has decided. You don’t want Toji gone.
“You can’t let him leave—he’s my mate.”
Yuki sighs, softens her gaze as she peers at you. She understands your worry, understands what this means for you, so she stays gentle with her approach about it.
“You’ll be fine, I promise that everything will work out for the best.”
She doesn’t give you a chance to say anything, like you just have to come to terms with the fact that there is nothing that you can do.
You can fight, you can consider screaming and wailing, but you’ve never done such a thing. It’d be more embarrassing than what it would be helpful.
Toji hasn’t taken the news well at all since the news had been broken to him and Shiu has been left on the receiving end of his fury. There’s not much he can do when his boss has claimed that he is to get rid of the troublesome brute.
He's tried sharing the reason behind all of it with Toji, he’s tried explaining that everything will be alright, but the stallion doesn’t even want to hear what he has to say.
Whether it’s fury or just his lack of manners, Shiu doesn’t know and doesn’t bother. Toji didn’t shut up about it either, complained the past two days nonstop like a broken record.
“You can’t take me away, that makes no fucking sense.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t have much of a say. You’ve caused a lot of problems and now you’re paying the consequences.”
Toji is silent. He doesn’t know how to express his frustrations right now. It makes no sense to send him off out of nowhere like this.
After managing to accept the fact that he isn’t the only stallion who gets to have you, after spending just under a week relishing the ability to see you every day, now he has to leave?
He hasn’t seen you since Yuki got back and that fact alone has made everything feel far too real for his liking.
“I thought your boss lady said that it was okay for me to be with her mare.”
“Well, yeah, but you’re not the only one who was in that stables and that wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Toji opens his mouth but doesn’t get the opportunity to say anything.
Yuki makes her way over to where they are, sauntering like it wasn’t her decision that has led to Toji’s restlessness for the past two days.
Toji snorts, scowling at Yuki as she makes her way past him and over to Shiu. He opens his mouth, ready to share a piece of his mind, but Yuki doesn’t allow him to.
She silences him with a lift of her hand that catches him off guard and Toji scowl.
The sheer audacity of this woman.
“Came to double check and see if you’re willing to sell Toji—I’ve actually got someone who wants him.”
“Already?” Shiu lifts a brow and Toji’s face remains set in a scowl so deep that his face nearly fuses into that expression.
“Yep,” Yuki glances at Toji and he glances away. Looking at her infuriates him.
Shiu is silent for a moment, glances between Yuki and Toji before he sighs. He doesn’t have a choice, it’s either Toji or his job and admittedly, Shiu’s job hasn’t ever laughed at him because of his struggle.
“Yeah, yes I am.”
Toji grunts. “Why you fucking piece of–”
“Relax,” Yuki sighs, shaking her head before handing Shiu a small sheet of paper. “Took me two days to get the paperwork done and to make a couple of adjustments, but all should work out now.”
Toji snorts and glances at Shiu who reads over the piece of paper in his hands. It’s a cheque and with a value that he didn’t ever think he’d see. His pay is good, but it’s not like this.
“What’s this?”
“Me offering the money Toji is worth?”
Shiu’s brows furrow.
“I mean, you probably would have gotten more for him had you offered him up for those breeding programmes, but I don’t think separating him from anyone here is a good idea.”
Toji grunts as Yuki wraps the lead of his harness around her hand before she tugs. She’s much stronger than she looks and that’s what catches him off guard.
“You better buckle up, big boy because there’s no way that you’re getting out of training for contest performances now.”
“I thought you said that there’d be consequences for what happened?” Shiu slips the cheque into his pocket as his gaze finds Yuki and she sighs.
“There are—you don’t get to benefit from anything that is related to Toji, and he no longer has a choice about those contests that he doesn’t seem to be a fan of.”
Toji grunts at that, bares his teeth in a snarl just as he prepares to spit a nasty comment Yuki’s way, but she shoots him a glare so menacing that all he manages is a scowl.
“Don’t even think about it. I’ve dealt with Sukuna back when he acted just like you, so there’s nothing that you can try or say that’d get you out of this.”
She points at him, pokes him on his chest and he grunts.
“You wanted to mate with my mare, so now you’re paying the price.”
Shiu glances between the two and still, he can’t fathom how it is that Toji doesn’t react the way he’d usually do when faced with someone or something that he does not like
“But of course, you’ll still have to train him,” Yuki’s mouth curves at the corners as she glances at Shiu.
She’s satisfied with the outcome. Toji no longer gets to refuse training for contests, Shiu will still have to train him, but won’t have the benefit of using him for his own gain—he’ll have Choso and Yuji for that. He could have gotten far with Toji as a contestant, but alas, that was and will never be possible.
Shiu sighs. This is better than losing his job, but he can already see how difficult this process is going to be.
“We start tomorrow morning, training with Sukuna begins nice and early.” Yuki hands Shiu Toji’s lead and he takes it without a word. “You can drop him off at the stables, I’m sure Sukuna and sugar cube will be more than happy to hear that he’ll be joining them.”
Toji’s gaze follows Yuki, narrowed while his brows remain fixed in a frown. He’d tell her off for her attitude had she not just granted him the ability to see you everyday.
Saved him a heart attack too.
He’s dropped off at the stables soon after and doesn’t say a word, even as Shiu walks off. He peers at the very same stables where he'd found you and Choso the before he’d mated with you before stepping in.
“Toji?”
His eyes find you in a matter of seconds and although he’s got a frown etched onto his face, his eyes soften just the slightest as they land on you.
“You’re not gone, how thrilling.” Sukuna exhales, frowning at you as you try to wriggle out of his hold in an attempt to make your way over to the stallion that stands not too far ahead.
Sukuna had been keeping you close moments earlier, part of it is because he liked being able to keep an eye on you and the other part is because you’d been terribly disheartened after meeting with Yuki.
You shared the reason why and hadn’t quite taken the news of Toji leaving all too well but considering that you’re able to see him now has left you in higher spirits.
“The boss lady decided that she wanted to keep me around.” Toji huffs, lips quirking when you finally make your way over to him. “Hey, sweet girl, you been holding up okay?”
You nod, glancing up at him with wide eyes. You’re relieved to see him, glad that Yuki had been right. It had taken two days, but everything worked out.
Toji leans down, presses his lips to your forehead before he trails them lower to where you part your lips for him and he captures them in a searing kiss.
He doesn’t say it, not yet, but he’s glad that he’s not leaving you behind.
“Kissing her like I’m not here is disrespectful.”
Sukuna snorts as he slots himself behind you, forcing Toji’s face up and away from yours.
“She’s my mate, think I get to kiss her whenever I want.”
Sukuna snarls and Toji does the same. You take the opportunity to slip out from between them. The last thing you want is to be caught between the tension that simmers between them.
“She’s my mate too.”
“Well, I mated with her first, so you have to calm the fuck down.”
The shoving begins then. You don’t see who starts it, but you know that neither of them are going to back down from one another. You sigh, shaking your head. You consider asking them to stop, but you suppose that this is how they get along.
“I thought Toji would be leaving.”
You turn your head and as the voice alluded, you see Choso, frowning as he enters the stables with furrowed brows as he watches Toji and Sukuna wrestle like they couldn’t care less about who is with them and who is not.
“Yuki decided to keep him,” you offer him a wide smile as he peers over at you and it’s only then that you notice the small bouquet of freshly picked flowers in his hand.
“So those two are just going to engage in foreplay all the time?”
You peer over at Sukuna and Toji again. They grunt and snort, pushing up against one another with powerful muscle and limbs that clash together just like they’d done when you’d still been in heat.
“Ah… I’d assume so. As long as they get along, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
“Right…”
Choso offers you the small bouquet of flowers then and you hum, smiling wide at the sweet gesture.
“Thank you, Cho, these are so pretty.”
“There’s more out by the meadow—I was thinking that we could sit and pick through them, maybe decorate your tail the way you like.”
You hear another grunt and a curse, but you don’t bother turning around.
“That sounds nice, I’d love to.”
Choso leads you out of the stables then and you leave Toji and Sukuna behind while they settle themselves.
The days, weeks and months follow just like that. Sukuna and Toji wrestle their frustrations out so that they don’t have to verbally admit that they like one another while Choso finds an activity to do while he keeps an eye on you.
He doesn’t care much for the other two unless they’re hogging your attention and in between him training and coming out of his shell, he ensures that you are always well looked after.
The three, although clingy when it comes to you, get along a lot better with one another than what they used to and their new dynamic has saved both Shiu and Yuki a lot of trouble. It’s saved you the stress too.
The reason as to why they get a long is simple, really.
Ever since you started showing, their aggression, their insistence to be at one another’s throats toned down just the slightest. The round little bump serves as a constant reminder that you’re in a rather delicate state and can’t afford stress.
Life has been peaceful and you’ve been able to enjoy your free time to its fullest. You’ll just have to hope that the peace will remain even when your foal comes along.
A/N: This was supposed to be longer, but I realised that I was just being unnecessary and dragged the story when I could have kept it shorter, sigh 😔 it's part of the reason why this took so long 💔
Duty is a concept that you have taken seriously all your life, if not for yourself, then for your mother who has preached the fact that as a princess, as a future queen, duty is what gives you purpose—it’s what makes you venerable amongst those who pledge their loyalty and devotion to you.
Duty is how you find yourself promised to Prince Yuta Okkotsu, the heir to the Sovereign Kingdom. You’ve no say in the matter, you know that if you refuse, everything that you know will be broken down, destroyed, if you do not follow through with what you are told to do.
Your hand In marriage is also somehow the only thing that is asked of you when you’re presented with a gift that surpasses the value of even the most precious gold that ties blood to royalty.
A creature as powerful as he is deadly.
Though, despite his reputation, you come to learn that there is more behind scarred flesh and feathers and claws that draw blood as easily and as naturally it is to breathe. You see him for what he truly is and the truth of what he is raises questions that you want answers to.
These answers eventually reveal that everything you’ve ever known is not what it seems and that warps the future that has been set out for you. Everything changes and before you can register it, duty fades to black when you mix a quest for understanding with love and war.
Love and Sexy magic: ♓🩸⚠️ (Multiple jjk men x Reader) 🅲🅾🅼🅸🅽🅶 🆂🅾🅾🅽
I am back and I have come with an offering. And an announcement.
Okay, so first, I apologise for disappearing. Again. Guys, this time it wasn't my fault! Earlier in the week there was a storm, like the roof-removing, car-blowing, road-flooding type of storm that messed up my internet connection and I have been thoroughly irritated 💀
I've also had a lot of personal crap to deal with and it's drained the life out of me. Neeways, we move, we move.
Soooooooo, I did a lot of thinking too, did a lot of reading through my writing prompt list in my notes app and I have come to the decision to write fics based on pairings with monsters and hybrids and aliens and all those sorts of things.
I am embracing my inner monster fucker and nobody can stop me. So for the foreseeable future, I will be posting content relating to this so DON'T QUESTION IT PLEASE, I BEG. (I'll be updating and changing my masterlist too. Eventually.)
Normal people content WILL COME, I've got a lot of ideas, but that's just going to have to wait.
So... I'm finally going to get something posted on ao3. This is mainly for the people who have asked, but I also realised that I needed a platform where I can embrace the longer lengths of the fics that I write.
And, because I'm going to be focusing a lot on all that monster and hybrid stuff, this is going to be a compilation of those works! So monsters, hybrids, aliens and supernatural beings and everything of the sorts will be found there. I'm also going to include criminals (humans, normal people vibes) because they're lowkey monsters in their own way, but trust, everything will make perfect sense 😭
Nothing is posted yet, but I'll be sure to make the announcement when I've got something there and I'll add the link to my pinned!
If you can't find any of my fics, it's because they're being edited and being made much longer 🙏
❗Please refer to the chapter summaries as those will contain the warnings for each chapter! No warnings will appear at the beginning of any of the official chapters.
⚚ Content warnings: 18+ MDNI ⋆ Historical fantasy AU ⋆ interspecies relationship ⋆ FEM! Princess! Reader ⋆ slow burn ⋆ plot with porn ⋆ explicit smut ⋆ arranged marriage(s) ⋆ Prince! Yuta Okkotsu ⋆ enemies-to-friends-to-lovers ⋆ angst ⋆ mentions of blood, war and death ⋆ historical inaccuracies ⋆ size difference ⋆ magical elements ⋆ war between love and duty ⋆ weight of expectation ⋆ exploitation ⋆ mythical creatures and hybrids ⋆ she falls first, but he falls harder trope ⋆ courting methods ⋆ gift giving as a love language ⋆ virginity loss ⋆ first time for both parties ⋆ breeding attempts ⋆ creampies ⋆ soft and rough sex ⋆ unprotected p in v sex ⋆ mating for life ⋆ semi-public (outdoor) sex ⋆ runaway princess trope ⋆ biting and marking ⋆ character death ⋆ grief and loss ⋆ other mainstream characters involved ⋆ more tags to be added! ⋆
⚚ Taglist: 🔓(open)! ⋆ World map (and world building)
❆ Pairing: Bunny hybrid! Gojo x Bear hybrid! Reader
Part 2
✿ Synopsis: Living on the outskirts of a small town where prey hybrids reside as a predator yourself comes with its challenges. You've no interest in them, but instinct has shaped their beliefs, has led them to fear you.
All but one—the strongest of the bunch. Satoru, your mate who is hopelessly in love with you.
Despite what his instincts tell him, despite what the rest of the town believes, he stays by your side through thick and thin. Through dangers, predators and hunters, through every day life where you slowly learn more about one another, he stays with you and you stay with him.
It's what mates do and even though winter is harsh, spring comes around to remind you that the season is a sweet reward for everyone.
❆ Word count: 9.4k
✿ Content warnings: 18+ MDNI ⋆ hybrid AU ⋆ small town (cottage life) AU ⋆ FEM! Reader ⋆ Reader is bigger than Gojo (I tried to keep it ambiguous in a sense where you can imagine her as taller and either more muscular or chubby) ⋆ Gojo likes the size difference ⋆ interspecies couple ⋆ established relationship ⋆ predator/prey dynamic ⋆ plot with porn ⋆ swearing ⋆ contains fluff ⋆ contains very mild angst ⋆ mentions of blood and mild descriptions of gore ⋆ some animalistic habits, behaviours and instincts ⋆ Hunter! Toji cameo ⋆ Bunny hybrids! Shoko + Nanami + Suguru ⋆ implied jealously ⋆ heat/rut cycles ⋆ hibernation and hibernation preparation ⋆ adrenaline highs and rushes ⋆ implied fem!dom! Reader & sub! Gojo ⋆ dynamic switch ups (switching) ⋆ feral, needy Gojo (he's a yearner) ⋆ slight primal play ⋆ riding ⋆ semi-public (forest) sex ⋆ teasing ⋆ oral (f! and m! receiving) ⋆ marking (biting & scenting) ⋆ unprotected p in v sex ⋆ breeding ⋆ passive somnophilia ⋆ m! masturbation ⋆ pregnancy ⋆ pregnancy hormones ⋆ having sex while pregnant ⋆ lactation ⋆ nipple stimulation ⋆ doggy style position ⋆ slight dumbification ⋆ pussy-drunk Gojo ⋆ fingering ⋆ multiple rounds (implied marathons) ⋆ multiple orgasms (Gojo & reader) ⋆ overstim ⋆ creampies ⋆
☆ Author's note: This was meant to be a single post, but tumblr is lowkey a pain. Had to split this into parts 😭 Neeways, y'all. This was a request and I worked so hard to do the idea justice because I really liked the prompt 😩
You trek through the forest, legs carrying you through the lush green foliage despite your aching muscles. Even though your limbs beg and plead for relief, you trudge forward, ignoring the way your body burns.
The burn is good; it means that you have gotten far. Whether it’s far enough or not is a question that you will need to find an answer to.
You tell yourself that this is all for the best, that the aches and pains are worth it because you’re finally going to lead a life that you get to choose for yourself. After years of living in a space, a village that didn’t care about anyone, you’d deemed it necessary to escape.
You needed to escape from the traditions that weighed you down, you needed to escape the community that thrived on consuming other hybrids. Even if they are considered prey, you just can’t bring yourself to stomach a hybrid diet. It’s one of the many reasons that you just had to get away.
So, after the brutal cold that settled over the land, after the snow and frost melted, you refuelled your energy after hibernation, relishing the gift of spring before making your journey here. Where there’s more wildlife that you ensure to avoid.
It's not because you’re scared of them or because you want to leave them be, it’s simply because you’re too tired to have to deal with the outcome of being spotted by an animal.
Animals are dangerous, and many a times, severely so. They look at hybrids and see human, they’ll sniff the air and smell animal and that often leaves them confused, conflicted. It messes with their senses; to see a human and to smell an animal all in one go tends to do that.
You’ve learned that alone triggers their fight or flight response and the smaller critters, harmless ones tend to do the latter. Predators, the bigger, much more dangerous animals, tend to do the former. It’s how they cope with their confusion. Either fight the mass that is the source of their uncertainty or run from it.
And you just don’t have the energy to fight or chase after anything right now.
You hadn’t seen hybrids along your way and there’s a part of you that wonders why. Surely you’d find a village or settlement of some sort around here. The area looks inhabitable, so you don’t understand why you haven’t seen life other than that of the wild animals that roam the lands.
Still, you continue forward, stubby ears flicking while you follow invisible paths that allow you to map the area. There’s a stream that cuts the acreage in half, separating the two plots of land and you take it upon yourself to cross it.
The stream flows gently, kisses the edge of the bank with a low trickle.
You cross it and it takes about seven long strides before you’re on the other side, boots soaked through, but that’s pretty much the only part that had gotten wet. Somehow the air on this side feels different, not in a bad way, simply in a way that suggests that there is more activity here.
You continue, steps slower than before. You need to find some place to rest, you’ve no choice.
The scent of cedar drifts in the air and you freeze. It’s very faint, so that suggests that the source is farther away, but you perk nonetheless. Smoke means that there’s some place where you can refuel your energy.
You don’t worry about stumbling into human civilisation, humans don’t live out here.
You hadn’t come across any hunters either—the humans who are foolish enough to step foot in a place where they don’t belong. You’d thought that maybe you’d been lucky, maybe fate had been on your side.
You still think that way.
There’s a rustle that catches your attention and you tense, head snapping in the direction of the noise. You narrow your eyes but soon relax when you gauge the weight of whatever is moving. It’s not heavy and the bushel itself is small.
You suspect that it’s nothing dangerous, perhaps a smaller critter searching for food, so you ignore it, continue on towards the source of the smoke that you’d detected.
It still seems like it’d take a little while to get there, but you’ve got hope.
Your eyes continue to survey the tree-littered landscape and that’s when you hear it, a bark. It’s not just any bark, but one that belongs to the dogs hunters travel with. A hound.
That suggests that there’s a hunter nearby.
You’d know because it doesn’t matter where you find yourself, there will always be people who venture out with their dogs to ensure a successful hunt. You know that you have to avoid the hunter at all costs.
They never hesitate to point their guns at hybrids and you’re not looking to pick a fight where you’ll lose due to pure exhaustion.
You exhale and turn the other direction. Part of you is panicked, but there’s another part of you that has faith that you’ll escape. It’s in that moment that you depend on your faith far too much; it’s in that moment when you’re completely distracted that you forget to double check your surroundings.
There’s a hunter nearby and that means that there’s bound to be traps. You should have been more vigilant because you just so happen to engage a trap hidden under leaves and twigs that bundle up in a suspicious amount.
Had you been more careful, you would have noticed it.
You step directly on the trigger and a pained cry rips from your chest when the jaws of a bear trap clamp around your leg. You stumble to the ground as pain shoots through your entire system and another pained wail escapes you.
Even the birds seem disgruntled by the sudden noise, and everything feels far too quiet. They stop singing and fly off and that’s when the same bark from before resounds in the far distance. You curse under your breath.
The hunter will be coming for you, and you know that you need to get away.
You push yourself up so that you can peer down at where the metal jaws have got you trapped and you swallow a whimper.
The metal digs into your flesh, pierces the skin to the point blood oozes from the wound, crimson seeping from you in thick rivulets that has copper burning your senses and drenching the air.
You hiss, swallowing another pained cry that threatens its way from your chest. It hurts. Everything hurts.
Suddenly your breaths are too sharp, your body feels like it’s failing you and you’re still exhausted from the long journey that you’d been on. You curse yourself for thinking that you’d been lucky, for thinking that fate had been on your side.
It clearly wasn’t.
You know that this trap had been set up for an animal, you’d just been unfortunate enough to trigger it.
Pain courses through you while your leg throbs and aches, stained a deep shade of red that begins to drip to the soil below. You won’t die, the trap won’t kill you, but if you don’t get out soon, the person who had set it up definitely will.
You exhale, eyes scanning the ground for anything that you can use to help set yourself free. You need a stick, a branch, anything sturdy enough to help you.
You fight the pained noises that sit in your chest. You’re already compromised and the last thing you want is to bring more attention to yourself. There are wild animals here too and you’d rather not have to deal with one of them either.
You don’t find anything to help you, nothing that’d be of use and you curse again, gaze flicking in the direction of where you’d heard the hound.
You hear another rustle and your heart drops. You think that it’s the hunter, that maybe they’d managed to get to you a lot sooner than anticipated, but judging by the distant baying that slowly grows closer, you don’t believe that it’s the hunter at all.
Instead, when you peer up, you meet a cerulean gaze, one that remains fixated on you from a distance. You exhale, lips parted and it takes you an embarrassingly long time to realize that what you’re looking at is another hybrid.
Not a predator. Prey. You can smell it underlying the scent of your blood.
The hybrid perks, gaze following your form and you note the long ears that match the head of blanched hair. It stands out amongst the greenery, like snow that takes its time to melt once spring arrives.
You inhale, and even through the heavy scent of blood and dirt, you detect a small ounce of fear and it’s not yours. It’s the type of fear that simmers due to instinct if anything.
You’re not a threat; you try and relay the fact that you’ve no intention to harm the hybrid.
You open your mouth to speak, to ask for help, but you groan instead, peering back down at your leg. It feels numb, like the pain itself is slowly eating away at you. You peer back at the hybrid, allow your eyes to do the talking for you and there’s a nasty feeling that churns in your gut that resents your showcase of weakness.
There’s another bark in the distance and your fingers dig into the soil.
“Please,” you manage, voice riddled with an ounce of panic and pure exhaustion.
You’re not going to bother trying to act as though you don’t need help. You’re not that prideful because realistically, you’re not getting out of this one on your own.
The hound howls again, closer this time and you begin to feel yourself panic now. You know that you have to stay calm in order to figure something out, but your heart has long since tried to escape your chest.
Your breathing is quick, sharp and you snap your head back to plead with the hybrid that had been huddled behind a bush, but there’s no one there.
“Shit.” You hiss and decide that you might as well try and pry the trap open with your bare hands yourself.
It’s a dangerous task, one that wouldn’t even guarantee your freedom, but you try regardless.
It’s no use; you can’t get a proper grip, and you can’t do anything without applying pressure to the trap either. This isn’t your first time having to deal with a trap, but it’s your first time being caught in one.
Still, desperate to escape, you claw at the metal, try your luck with a stick that snaps when you attempt to use it and you feel yourself spiral.
Your mind feels muddled with too many thoughts.
You ask yourself if this is where you die, you ask yourself if your death will be quick or whether it’d be dragged out, you tell yourself that maybe you should have just stayed put in your old home.
Surely living in a community with strict rules, with traditions that feel like shackles that weigh you down is a fate better than death. It’s a fate that sounds a lot better than your current one.
When you decide that there’s nothing more that you can do, a branch falls beside you, thick and sturdy as it lands with a heavy thud.
You glance at it, blink a couple of times before glancing up in the direction it had been thrown from. That same hybrid from before stands closer now but still keeps distance between your bodies.
His lips are parted as he exhales through his mouth. He peers at you, maintains eye contact as though he’s reading you before his head snaps in the direction of the hound that gets closer and closer.
You don’t know what it is that he’d done to get you this branch, but you’re thankful that he did.
Controlling your raging emotions and panicked state, you grab the branch before you’re immediately shoving it into the loop of the trap before pressing down. The tension in the jaws diminishes, alleviates the level of pain that you feel in your leg and before long, you pry the jaws open.
You try but fail miserably. Your hand slips and what little distance that had been put between your leg and the trap quickly closes again and your eyes bulge before you choke on a sob.
Tears blur your vision and you hadn’t even realised that they’d built in the first place.
“Shit, I thought bear hybrids would be strong enough to pry traps open.”
You manage to shoot him a glare, but he isn’t looking at you. Not at your face.
“Fuck, that looks bad—you won’t attack me if I come any closer, right?”
You don’t say anything, your voice catches in your throat when you try, so you simply repeat the motion of attempting to set yourself free. This time, another set of hands are on the jaws, helping you pry the trap open.
Your gaze flicks up for a second only for you to focus your attention on your leg again.
You work steadily. Not because you’re panicking or because you’re too tired, but because the last thing you want right now is for the trap to re-engage. You keep pressure on the springs with the branch and within seconds, you pull your leg free.
You stumble back and so does the other hybrid as the trap snaps shut with a clang again, snapping the branch that you’d used in half. Your blood stains the jaws of the trap, the splintered branch and you groan when your fresh wound burns.
Now that your leg has been freed, blood trickles from the gash. Faster, thicker and you suck in a breath, pushing through the pain.
“Wow, that really, really is bad.” The hybrid shifts, darts his gaze to your face and blinks like he’s been awestruck.
“You’re so pretty, wow—why are you looking at me like that—oh shit, right. The bleeding.”
He pats at his clothes, like he’s searching for something before he curses himself, muttering something about how he’d left his bag behind somewhere. You observe him, take in the uniqueness of his features. He stands out, you can’t deny that. He’s prettier up close, cuter in the way prey hybrids usually are.
Then, as if to remind you of the gravity of the situation that you’re in, the hound barks, silhouette darting in the far distance. Visible now.
You shift, eyes widening and when you move to warn the hybrid that had been crouching over you, he’s gone. He moves fast and you’re far too exhausted to keep up with anything.
You do, however, notice that the hound isn’t running towards you anymore, it’s no longer within sight and the baying and howling of it grows distant.
You huff, breaths coming out in short pants as you try and catch your breaths. You begin to feel your panic ease and your heart slows while relief washes over you. Only briefly.
You’re no longer trapped, but now you’ve got to control the blood loss that you’re dealing with. You can’t imagine the sick concoction of being exhausted and suffering from blood loss.
You rip at the material of your top, tear a fair amount that leaves it cropped before tying the ripped piece of material around your leg. It won’t do much, but it’ll help slow the bleeding until you find somewhere safe to get a good look at the wound.
You secure the material, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you pull it tight. You groan, exhaling a shaky breath through your mouth and it’s then that you lay back, allowing the earth and soil to press up against you.
You’re not sure how long you stay laying like that, but your body refuses to allow you to get up. It’s the first time you’ve managed to catch a break in a long while. You’re tired, sore and injured. You need to get to the source of the smoke as soon as you can, but you can’t move.
Perhaps it’s your body recovering after the immense amount of panic that you’d felt.
“So I… have to run to get that hunter away and you’re—hah—laying and… resting like your life hadn’t just… fuck.”
It's the same bunny hybrid from earlier. Though now, he’s out of breath. Panting like he’d run around the entirety of the forest.
“Your life was in—hah—danger.”
You blink, turning to glance at him. Despite being so out of breath, his voice is smooth, deep. He steals a glance at you, swallows hard when his gaze flicks to the newly exposed skin of your torso before glancing at your leg.
“I see you saw to the… ah bleeding.”
He’s chatty, you note.
“Thank you,” you manage after a moment of silence, pushing yourself into an upright position. “For saving me.”
He shakes his head.
“It’s fine, don’t mention it.” He meets your gaze, ears twitching. “It’s my fault that you got caught in it anyway. I’m really sorry for that.”
Your brows knit together. You’re aware that prey hybrids will do all that they can to keep themselves safe, but you didn’t think that they’d set up traps.
“What–”
“It wasn’t on purpose, I swear.” He points in the direction that you’d detected smoke from. “There’s a town that needs protecting and the only way to do that is to set traps.”
That makes sense, though you wonder why. Perhaps there’s a lot about this area that you don’t know.
He steps closer to you, movements slow. It’s like he’s not sure what to do now that you’re free from the trap. He’s not as scared as what many other hybrids would be of you and you cock your head, gaze flicking over him.
“I don’t think I’d be as delicious as I look.” He chuckles, offering you a smile. “I uh… you really won’t try and attack me if I come any closer?”
He holds up a bag, one that you hadn’t noticed and gestures to it. “I’ve got something for that nasty gash. You can trust me—I’ve got a friend who taught me how to do this.”
“I promise that I won’t try to make a meal out of you.”
He pauses, considers your words, your intent. He stares at you for a long time, like he’s got a sixth sense that he’s tapping into.
“Right, okay.”
He steps closer, pulls out rolls of bandages and a little bottle containing a substance that you’re not familiar with.
“Name’s Satoru Gojo by the way—I’m the strongest too—as I so wonderfully demonstrated earlier.” He offers you a smile, clearly more intrigued by you than what he is scared.
You huff, canines glinting as you muster all that you can to smile through the pain that throbs in your leg. You give him your name and he blinks at you, most likely repeating the syllables in his head.
“So pretty.”
Your eyes flutter before you raise a brow.
“Your name, uh… your name is so pretty.” He chuckles awkwardly before gesturing to your leg. “Here, let me take this off—okay, that is a lot of blood.”
He turns away, holding his hand to his mouth and exhales heavily. You peer at the blood-soaked material and huff out a chuckle. You suppose that he hasn’t seen much bloodshed in his life.
Still, you appreciate the gesture, his willingness to help. Even though he claims to have set the trap, you wouldn’t have made it out alive without him.
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The autumn leaves crunch beneath the weight of each of your steps. Admittedly, that makes everything much more complicated than what it has to be, but you manage. You’ve been through enough autumns to know how to manoeuvre through the season’s conditions.
You continue to follow the trail of his scent, stepping through the foliage while you peer through tree branches, through masses of browns and oranges and yellows as the tress and plants prepare for winter.
You catch sight of him in the distance.
Just like the very first time you’d seen him, he stands out amongst the undergrowth of the forest, stark white hair all but demanding attention. He’s holding something, a basket, trudging along unbeknownst that you’re hiding.
Then there are his ears, long and silky, a cottony white on the outside and a warm, pretty pink on the inside. They twitch.
He doesn’t seem to notice you; continues his way in the direction of the cottage you’ve spent all of summer repairing. With Satoru’s help. He’d been the one to help you find it when you first arrived last spring.
You slow your steps before you circle him, ensuring that you keep out of his line of sight.
This is one of your favourite things to do and although Satoru has begged you to stop, you can’t help it. You love teasing him, you love the rush of adrenaline that you get when you see him fight with himself.
He's safe around you, he knows that and you know that, but when in the face of danger, sometimes biology takes the win, instinct, takes the win.
You take careful steps towards him. He comes to a standstill, breath stuttering. He knows something is out here, knows that he’s being watched. There’s that familiar hint of nerves that begin to stir.
Instinct pricks at your mind and you stalk closer and you do while Satoru’s ears flicker and twist. His head moves, eyes trailing the foliage in the distance in front of him and that’s when you take your chance.
You lunge forward, tackling Satoru who exhales a yelp as the basket in his hands falls to the ground and so do the assorted fruits and veggies that had been in there.
You catch the hint of fear, the scent that you’ve grown addicted to. You don’t like it because you’re sadistic, you like it because it’s driven purely by instinct, by the little voice in Satoru’s head that compels him to run.
You shift the moment you tackle him to the ground, pressing against his back as he struggles, whining about the spilled contents of his basket as your tongue flicks out to lick a stripe along his neck. You taste his flesh and it’s sweet, underlined with a thin layer of salt that tastes familiar to you.
He shudders and makes a little sound.
“Wait—that’s not fair,” Satoru huffs, craning his neck to glance at you from over his shoulder. “I thought that we agreed no sneak attacks—oh fuck.”
Your teeth graze his pulse point and Satoru shudders again. You sense it then, his body fighting to get free while he actively tries to keep still. It’s a war between love and instinct, one that, when it comes to Satoru, is always claimed by love as the victor.
You smile, nuzzling his neck before letting out a chuckle, pushing of Satoru before dusting off your clothes. He catches his breath, composes himself and rises to his feet as well. He peers up at you, wide eyed like he’s seeing you for the first time.
“I thought you’d be at home.”
He’s no longer victim to the fear that bubbles low in his gut, he pushes that unnecessary feelings aside.
“Just got a little bored,” you shrug, moving to help pick up the contents of his basket that lay scattered on the ground. “Thought I’d surprise you—sorry about this.”
“It’s fine, but maybe if you held out on sneaking up on me, we wouldn’t have to worry about spilled baskets.”
You guffaw, “You always say no sneak attacks, but you always make it easy for me to sneak up on you.”
“I don’t do it on purpose.”
Your lips curl and you eye Satoru with mirth. You don’t believe him, but you humour him. You continue collecting the fruits that Satoru had dropped and one in particular catches your gaze.
It looks ripe, like the type that is used in courtship behaviours.
“Where’d this come from?” You hold it up for Satoru and he shrugs.
“There was someone who offered to me. She offers me fruit all the time and I accept them—bring them here for you because you like those ones.”
Your eyes narrow at that.
“Is that so?” You shift rising to your feet and he cranes his neck just the slightest to peer up at you. “So this other bunny that you speak of—she keeps throwing herself at you?”
Satoru gulps, he doesn’t sense anger rolling off from you, but your eyes communicate that there’s a possibility that it’s simmering somewhere.
“What? No, she’s not throwing herself at me–”
“You’ve been accepting her advances of courtship.” You hold up the fruit for Satoru. “This is evidence of that.”
“No, wait, but that’s for you. I’m not interested in her at all—I am popular, I’ll admit that–”
The look on your face has his mouth snapping shut, and he exhales as perspiration gathers at his temples. You’re not listening to him, you’re looking at him yes, glaring at him, but the words he utters don’t register with you.
You make a sound, that same one that you do when you encourage him to run, to get away. He pales, steps back as you step closer.
“Wait, princess, we talked about this—hey—hey! Wait!”
“Better run if you want a chance of escaping, Satoru.”
That’s where it starts; the little game that you play where Satoru runs off before you eventually find him and then mark him with teeth and tongue. It’s repetitive, but this time you prolong it.
You respect that the hybrids from Satoru’s hometown won’t welcome you in, but you won’t tolerate anyone even considering the possibility of throwing themselves on him.
You don’t grow tired of sending Satoru off into the forest for him to run, to hide only for you to find him again. He’s fast, but he still makes it easy for you to find him. You’ve grown addicted to the game, it feeds your instincts and the high you get is intoxicating.
He enjoys it too. You see it when he flushes, you see it in the way his eyes dilate when you’re near. He fights with his instincts a lot despite not wanting to admit it.
You continue forward as you search for Satoru for what feels like the millionth round now, you build tension by keeping your strides slow. Though, through the charged tension that you feel, there is something underlying it.
Something in the air feels different somehow. It’s no longer oozing with just the faint scent of Satoru’s fear—the fear that consumes him solely due to instinct—but instead, it’s tense, quiet.
Like there’s someone else here. You’re far from town, quite a distance from your cottage, but it’s still too close. This sense of unease that you feel has you on edge.
You’re not dumb, you know the risks of living in the middle of a forest right on the outskirts of a town that harbours hybrids that your kind would consider prey. The town itself is an attraction and not just for tourists.
There are predators, both hybrids and animals that lurk in the surrounding areas. There are hunters too and you know that fact far too well. They barge in unwelcomed, they destroy, take up too much space and they like to make it known.
Fires, traps, spaces that feel occupied even when nobody is there. They love leaving things out of place.
The breeze shifts and the wind carries something far too familiar for your liking. Your spine straightens and you go completely still. You stare at nothing in particular and simply focus on what it is that you’re smelling.
Amongst the scent of pine and dirt, there’s the faint scent of dry blood and a stronger metallic smell that makes even the air feel out of place. It’s heavier, a scent that suggests that there’s something man-made that doesn’t belong here.
It’s a trap and you believe that it’s one set out for a bear. Hybrid or animal, you’re not sure which for, but what you do know, is that you have to avoid it at all costs.
The trap hasn’t been cleaned thoroughly and that’s how you’re able to tell that it’s there.
You follow its trail, taking slow, careful steps while you remain vigilant. You know the direction in which Satoru had darted off in, so you follow that path, eyes tracking any movement that you manage to detect.
From rustling bushes to small critters that dart past your feet, you remain alert.
You spot Satoru, you see him crouched by a bush and you don’t think that he’s hiding from you. From where you are, you hear his erratic breaths, short, panicked.
He's tired and you’re to blame for that.
Your eyes narrow before you scan the area and that’s when you see it. A human with a rifle pointed at Satoru. You often always think before you act, but there’d been an instinct that pushed you forward.
You managed to remain out of sight, but within a matter of seconds, you lunge at the human, aiming to push the rifle out of the way.
You do just that, catching the hunter off guard. He stumbles back, dropping the rifle and you grab it. Humans use weapons like this all the time, if you take it away, they’re left defenceless.
You don’t know how to use the weapon, but you suppose that if you ruin it, it’d be useless. So you mess around with, bend it and the hunter throws curses your way like you’d just left him homeless.
You glance up.
The hunter meets your gaze, and you stare him down. You’ve never seen him before and you know because you’d remember angry green eyes the regard you like you’re some prize, a mere catch that’d bag him a good load of money.
“Must be my fucking lucky day,” you manage to hear him murmur and you narrow your eyes. You don’t bother standing upright, you don’t feel the need to size him up.
That’s what males, and of many species, do. You don’t try to intimidate the human; you don’t even move from where you’re standing in front of Satoru. If he has his eyes set on you only, it makes your job much simpler.
The human’s jaw ticks and you grimace before shooting him a lethal snarl, but he doesn’t back down from it, doesn’t seem to be intimidated by you at all. You can tell that he’s probably used to this, that he’s probably seen hybrids much bigger than what you are and that’s why he’s not backing down from you.
He grabs what you make out to be a blade, and you frown. He’s not backing down, so neither will you.
He lunges at you and you manage to dodge the first swipe he throws your way. He moves fast, like he’s trained for this and that’s the part that throws you off guard.
You’re not so lucky the second time. The blade grazes your arm, and you hiss as blood seeps from the new wound. Satoru makes a sound behind you and his nerves mingle in the air. You freeze, noting his distress.
The human takes advantage of your distraction and knocks you to the ground. You push at him, knock the blade from his grasp in the midst of your struggle. Your senses come rushing back to you, you recall what it is that you’re doing.
The human brings his arm down and you sink your teeth into his flesh, earning you a groan. He pushes at your shoulder with a force that you have to admire coming from a human. Still, you don’t budge, you don’t relieve him of the pain that he’s feeling.
You roll over him and the human cusses at you. He moves to throw a punch your way, aiming for your jaw, but you stop him with your free hand and exhale through your nose. For a moment, you see something flicker in the human’s eyes, perhaps fear, perhaps panic or a medley of both.
The scent, the taste of copper drowns out anything else and it’s then that you begin to tug. Your teeth pulls at flesh, at sinewy muscle and the hunter grunts before making a pained sound.
You want to rip his arm off, you consider it, but the flicker in his eyes is something far too humane, something that resembles the lives that you refuse to take because you see no use in it.
You release him. You suppose that you’ve given him enough of a warning to get the message. He won’t be this lucky if he decides to come around again.
Your lips, mouth, chin are smothered in his blood and the hunter slips back, pushes himself back far enough before he stumbles away. You don’t watch him run off because you can’t guarantee that you’d let him escape if you do. Instead, you glance at the weapons he’d left behind, the ones damaged and the ones that are still in good condition.
Some seem like they’d be of use to you.
Satoru rushes to you in a matter of seconds, eyes wide and panicked as he scans your features, the cut on your arm and suddenly he’s babbling to himself while he tries his very best not to lose his mind over how you’d risked everything just to save him.
You hear the thumping of his heart, an erratic rhythm that’s almost deafening.
“Are you okay, princess? Oh god, that hunter scared the shit out of me—fuck, you’re bleeding—are you hurt anywhere else? Are you in pain? Do I need to–”
“Satoru.”
His mouth snaps shut, chest still stuttering as he attempts to compose himself. His eyes dart between yours and the blood adorning your face, still, he doesn’t make a move to get away from you.
His worry only seems to grow.
“I’m okay. It’s just a little scratch,” you gesture to your leg and although it’s not in sight, there is a scar, a reminder of one of the very few times you’ve experienced worse pain. “I’ve been through worse.”
“You scared me.”
You snort. “I thought you said the hunter did.”
Satoru shakes his head, keeps his ears pushed flat against his head as he cups your hands, his just the slightest bit smaller than yours.
“You scared me,” he repeats, voice shaky. “I thought that I was watching you die—when he pulled that knife out I froze because I got so scared, I’m so sorry that I couldn’t do anything.”
“Don’t apologise.” You huff out a chuckle, cupping Satoru’s face before pulling him closer. “You’re mine to protect, you know. I’ll do that all over again if it means that I get to save you. Besides, it was my fault that you were so tired in the first place.”
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Satoru finds himself in the town’s market searching for bandages, first-aid kits, anything that he can find that he’d be able to take back to you. He’d noticed that you were running low on a couple of supplies that would be near impossible to restock while staying out in the forest all on your own.
So, he’s taken it upon himself to get whatever he can in town.
He knows that you’re fine, that you’re not severely hurt—all healed up after having confronted the hunt—and that you saw to the cut on your arm all on your own, but he’d realized that he’s completely defenceless when it comes to helping you ward off dangers that lurk in the forest.
He'd saved you once, but that had simply been because you’d been caught in a trap that he’d set, because you’d been exhausted at the time. He remembers the tired look on your pretty face all too well.
Though, this, gathering supplies for you, is how he can help because the town he resides most of his time in doesn’t welcome predators. It’s for safety purposes, he understands that, but Satoru can’t help but feel that something has to change.
“It’s truly a shame that hunters are on the prowl again,” Shoko huffs, flicking at her ear that droops forward. “Though I’d count us lucky, the hunter didn’t show up to town.”
“I told you that leaving traps around the boarder would keep us safe.” Nanami drawls, tone monotonous and Satoru only shoots a quick glance his way.
They don’t know that the traps and fences aren’t the things keeping the town safe. It’s like they’re living in their own fantasy.
“We can’t always count on flimsy wires and old traps to keep unwanted company out,” Suguru sighs, running his fingers through his bangs, pushing the short tresses out of his face. “We’ll have to do something eventually.”
The group trudges along the walkway, past stalls and kiosks that advertise foods and snacks best suited for prey hybrids. From small snacks like berries and nuts to fruits and cooked vegetables.
The smells waft in the air, warm, sweet and familiar.
Suguru’s gaze finds Satoru, amethyst irises darting between the bag in his hands and the expression on his face.
“You’ve been awfully quiet, Satoru.” Suguru’s words have Shoko and Nanami peering over at him too, like they’d been thinking the same. “Did something happen while you were out?”
“No—nothing.”
“You know,” Suguru sighs, matching pace with Satoru. “With hunters wandering the forest, don’t you think that you should stay in town more often?”
There it is; the insistence to have him stay.
It’s no secret that Satoru stays out of town for more than just one reason. Yes, he patrols the area, yes he helps keep the town safe, but everyone knows that there’s a predator that moved here.
You.
They avoid you, but Satoru has made it known that he visits you frequently. He’s gotten weird looks because of it, but nobody says anything.
“It’d be wise to stay in town,” Nanami adds. “It seems that winter is going to take a toll on all of us this year and being isolated from the rest of us doesn’t seem like an approach that you should be taking if you want to survive.”
Satoru glances between his friends, but he doesn’t say anything. They notice, all three of them do, and they know that it’s unlike Satoru to remain so quiet.
He knows what they’re trying to do and just like any other occasion, it’s not going to work.
“I think I’m all good.” Satoru quickens his pace, just the slightest so that he’s not forced to walk between his friends, but Suguru doesn’t allow him to get away.
He huffs, pinched gaze narrowing.
“You can’t possibly think that you’re safe with that predator friend of yours. Who knows what she’ll try and do to you.”
Satoru thinks of the way you protected him, attacked an enemy that was by the means to deal a lot of damage. He doesn’t think that it’s luck, he isn’t foolish enough to credit fate for that.
It's your strength, your confidence and your determination that got you to chase the hunter off.
“What if she goes hungry and decides that you’re an easy meal?”
You don’t eat hybrid flesh; Satoru recalls you telling him that.
“Satoru, are you listening to me?”
“Yes, I am.”
Suguru glances back, eyeing Shoko and Nanami who haven’t bothered trying to catch up with them. Then he turns back to Satoru, and with a frown, he opens his mouth, “Then why aren’t you saying anything? Is it that difficult for you to see that I’m trying to help you?”
Suguru’s eyes flit to Satoru’s neck and he pales. He sees the bite marks that aren’t quite covered by the layers of clothes Satoru has on, he sees the bruises and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what those mean.
“She marked you.”
Satoru freezes, brings his hand up to his neck and shoots his gaze towards Suguru. He’s not panicked, but this isn’t how he planned on letting his friends know that he’s mated to you.
That he’s been mated to you.
“You mated with a predator?” Suguru’s face contorts and an ugly grimace settles on his face. “That’s disgusting, Satoru.”
He flinches at that, breath stuttering as his chest pulls tight. Satoru’s gaze trails over to Suguru, eerily slow before his eyes narrow.
“Don’t look at me like that. You’re acting like there aren’t perfectly suitable hybrids here, in town, to mate with.”
“Like who?”
Suguru goes silent at that. he’d expected the question, he really did, but somehow, he’s ill-prepared in being able to answer it.
“You might not be able to see it, but I’m right where I want to be.”
Suguru narrows his eyes, ignoring the ugly feeling simmering in his chest.
“Would you choose her over us? The people you grew up with? The town that you’ve sworn to keep safe?”
Satoru doesn’t move, doesn’t even blink as he stares at his best friend. He knows what he’s answer is, he knows that he’d choose you over anyone else.
“Yes.” Is the only thing Satoru utters.
He doesn’t wait, doesn’t meet Suguru’s gaze, doesn’t bother waiting behind as Shoko and Nanami catch up. He’s gone before they can ask questions.
Satoru rushes back to the cottage with the newly acquired supplies in hand. He sees you crouched outside; sees you wrap cloth around your palms; eyes laser focused on the task as you ensure that you secure the material around your hands.
You’ve considered using bandages, but you refuse to waste them.
“I brought some supplies—what are you doing?”
You blink, lifting your gaze as Satoru trudges over towards you, cerulean gaze fixating on your hands. He checks your hands, searches for a hint of crimson, but he realises that you’re not bleeding.
He doesn’t detect the scent of your blood in the air either.
Satoru exhales, relief escaping him in a heavy breath that has you raising a brow at him. He’s been awfully protective of you in his own way. He doesn’t crowd you, doesn’t mark you over and over, doesn’t breathe down your neck like you’re accustomed to due to instinct.
Instead, he’s quiet, searches for small cuts and bruises, offers you supplies much like right now. You see bandages amongst other things that’d better suit you in a time when you’re hurt.
“Just protecting my hands,” you hum before gesturing to your hunting equipment that you’d set aside. “Going on a hunt to prepare for hibernation.”
“Can I help?”
You pause, stealing a glance at him. “You don’t have to do that–”
“I want to help you prepare for hibernation,” his ears twitch and his nose scrunches in the way that it does when he’s adamant on a choice that he’s made.
You fight back a smile, fight the hearty laugh that threatens its way from deep in your chest.
Oh, how sweet he is.
“Fine, fine,” you chuckle and Satoru narrows his eyes at you.
“What’s so funny? You think that I’ll struggle?”
You shake your head, “No, no. It’s just that you’re talkative, you know?”
“I am not.”
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“They don’t understand. They think that they know what’s best for—okay, Shoko and Nanami haven’t said anything—I didn’t stick around to hear what they had to say.
You hum, hurling the deer that you’d managed to hunt down along with you as Satoru follows behind, still as chatty as ever. He hasn’t stopped talking just like you’d anticipated, but you don’t mind.
You’ve noted that he’s venting, so you allow him to. He had been helpful during your hunt too.
“I just don’t understand why Suguru doesn’t want to see what I see.”
You set the deer down, huffing out a breath as you dust your hands off. You glance at Satoru, raising a quizzical brow.
“What do you see that you’re wanting him to see?”
“My mate,” the answer comes quick, a little too quick and you fight the heat that burns your cheeks. “Perfect in every way—maybe almost as perfect as me.”
You huff, rolling your eyes at him. “How sweet.”
“I’m serious, I’m quite the catch. I just knew that I’d end up with someone who is able to match my strength.” He stands taller, puffs out his chest, but he lands against the ground with a yelp when you tackle him.
“Ah yes, Satoru Gojo, strongest little bunny I know.”
He flushes as you keep him pinned down. He doesn’t struggle, doesn’t even bother. You’ve wrestled countless times and Satoru knows when he’s at a loss. He simply pouts as you smile down at him.
“That’s not fair—you caught me off guard.”
“Did I now?”
He exhales, though peers up at you with wide eyes, absolutely smitten by you.
“It’s crazy to think that my friends think that you’ll eat me.”
You don’t say anything in response to that, only smirk before leaning down and allowing your lips to graze his neck. His body jerks, but not because of fear, but because you graze that weak spot of his.
“Oh… what am I to do, huh?” You huff, kissing along Satoru’s pale flesh. “You’re not safe out here with me at all.”
Your tongue swirls along his flesh, leaves a bruise that you’re proud of. He doesn’t say anything, allows himself to exhale heavy breaths as you mark his neck. He does allow his hands to wander, and you sigh, a pleasured little sound.
He grows harder beneath you, you feel it, you smell the evidence of his need from under his clothes. You grind against him and Satoru curses under his breath. He mimics your behaviour, allows himself to lick a trail along your neck before nibbling on it.
Your eyes flutter.
“Careful, Satoru, or I might just eat you.”
His breath stutters and he presses up against you, a silent plea for more.
Your lips quirk and you fight the smirk that pulls at the corners of your mouth before you push yourself lower, making yourself comfortable between Satoru’s legs.
“Your friends are right, you know?” You tug at his pants before pulling them down, allowing his cock to spring free, hot, heavy and leaking at the cusp.
Satoru makes a desperate sound, one that goes straight to your pussy.
“So many predators out here that would want to eat you,” you place a kiss on his globular tip, flushed a dark shade of rosy pink. It feels hot against your lips and your tongue darts out for a moment to lap the fat bead of ivory that had collected there.
The sweetness of him blooms across your tongue and you exhale through your nose, pupils dilating.
“Imagine that, hmm?”
Satoru says your name, catches his plump bottom lip between his teeth while he fights the urge to buck his hips. Tears brim his eyes, not because he’s scared, not because instinct is compelling his emotions, but because his cock aches, because you’re torturing him.
“Mhm?” Your tongue glides along the length of him, over the veins that decorate his shaft and all the way back to his tip.
“Please, princess.” He sucks in a breath when you pinch that sensitive spot on the underside of his cock, pressing the curve of your thumb against it and it has stars bursting behind his eyes.
“Please what, ‘Toru?”
“Stop teasing me, I’m not… fuck… I’m not built for that kind of torture.”
You give him what he wants. The heat of your mouth envelopes him as your teeth graze his flesh, just enough to tease, just enough to make him twitch at the sensation. You bob your head, dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock while the taste of his arousal lingers on your tastebuds.
Satoru whimpers, his fingers curling into the ground below as you slurp on the tip of his cock while massaging the base. You work him just like that, occasionally alternating between pinching and pressing up against the more sensitive parts of his cock.
Your pussy throbs, eager too and Satoru catches a whiff of it from where he is.
“You’re so hard.”
“And you’re so wet—fuck, can smell you from here, princess.”
You kiss the tip of his cock again before swallowing it again until your nose brushes the coarse hairs at the base of it. You moan and the vibrations shoot right through Satoru and he moans, bucks his hips at how tight, how warm your throat is.
He doesn’t last long; he couldn’t ever last long with you if he tried. He cums with a whine, cock twitching in your mouth as silky fluid shoots to the back of your throat.
You drink it all up as need courses through you and it’s in that moment that you realise that you won’t get to experience this once winter arrives, because when sleep claims you, you won’t be able to feel or taste Satoru like this.
“Gonna miss you while I’m asleep,” you sigh, pulling off him, cunt throbbing while need drenches your inner thighs. “Gonna miss feeling you.”
You crawl over him and Satoru groans when you line your entrance up with his cock. Your slit kisses his tip so sweetly, drools all over it that makes the contact sloppy. You gasp when the fat head of his cock nudges past your folds, grazing your orifice when you lower yourself.
Down.
“Let me—fuck—that’s tight, you’re tight.”
And down.
“Princess… hnngh–”
You sink lower and inch after inch, your pussy swallows Satoru’s cock, eats the entire length of it as he fills you, stretches you. He feels so good, too good and feeling the way his vein-streaked shaft grazes your treacly innards has your eyes rolling back.
“Please, Satoru, wanna feel you.”
He groans, whimpers as you clamp around him and his Adam’s apple bobs with the restraint it takes to keep himself from blowing a load into you. His tip nudges that sweet spot of yours and you moan, a soft little cry that reverberates in the air for all the critters to hear.
“Here, you are—hah—feeling me, princess.”
You lift your hips before they come down again, pussy gushing all over Satoru’s length as you tend to that needy feeling of yours. You want him deeper, you need him deeper and you grind against him, rubbing your clit against his pubes.
His scent cradles the air around you, suffocates you. You feel hot, needy and so close to an orgasm that it’s almost embarrassing.
“A-are you in heat?”
You are. He smells it, smells the sweetness that permeates in the air and it’s early. Extremely early. That explains it too. The heat, the need and your desperation to feel him.
“Mngh, ‘Toru, please—feels so good.”
Satoru’s cheeks flush, they burn bright and his cock throbs, swells at the thought that he’s the reason why your heat is so early. You need him so bad that your body responds in the only way it knows how.
“You want me to breed you?” His hands find your waist; he massages the flesh there as your thighs tremble and quiver as your hips come down with the obscenest of squelches. “You gonna feel a growing baby all winter long? That what you want?”
“Please.”
He groans and your eyes flutter before a yelp slips from your lips when he forces his hips up, fucks you from below while you take what you need from him. You loll forward, still bouncing on Satoru’s cock like it’d save you.
Your orgasm hits you and you flood Satoru’s cock, walls fluttering around his length. Your release coaxes another orgasm from him, and he fills you with a groan, decorating your walls with ivory that mixes with your sap.
It leaks from you, adorns Satoru’s pelvis in a thick layer, but neither of you care.
“Again… mngh… more, ‘Toru.”
You commit every ridge of him to memory, bury the feel of it deep in your mind so that you’ll feel him for months, so that you’ll feel him in your dreams when the time comes. You stay just there, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from Satoru until even your mind goes numb.
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You run on autopilot the last couple of days before winter officially arrives. It had been difficult because like you’d wanted, Satoru’s seed had taken root, had planted itself inside of you and as a result, you’ve had to battle with nausea.
Still, you didn’t let that stop you.
Satoru does manage to help you where he can, but he doesn’t work as fast as what you do. If you’re not eating and then eventually throwing the food up, then you’re out, gathering firewood, chopping down trees like everything is normal.
Everything is not normal. You’re not supposed to be spilling the food you consume. Satoru knows that because you’re preparing for hibernation and you’re going to need all the energy and vitamins that you can get.
You even go as far as checking for tracks left behind by hunters, you mark your territory to keep other predators away by carving either a blade or your nails into tree trunks. You’ve been adamant on keeping Satoru safe while you know that you physically wouldn’t be able to while you’re asleep.
Satoru doesn’t like that you’re doing everything all on your own, doesn’t like that there isn’t much that he can do for you. He sees it in your eyes, an almost blank stare that suggests that you’re simply following instinct.
He’s never seen you be so busy either, hasn’t ever been around you during your preparations for winter. It makes sense because he’d only met you last spring, but even though there is an urge to help, he can’t help but admire you more.
You do the same things over and over again, but Satoru can’t get enough.
He manages to help in small ways, saves you time by leaving small portions of berries or nuts for you to snack on, because you’re able to stomach those, he starts a campfire so that you don’t have to bother when you prepare meat for roasting and he mimics the marks you leave on the tree trunks all on his own for extra measure.
He slowly learns the ways of a predator preparing for hibernation and he does it so that he can help you. It makes him feel useful.
Satoru is currently out, said that he wanted to do a few things in town and you’d been so adamant on waiting for him, but lethargy is quickly kicking in.
You begin the last of your preparations just to keep yourself awake. You snack on the last little bits of food Satoru had left out for you and before doing anything else, you take a bath, soak up the heat of the water that has you feeling drowsy.
Satoru still hasn’t returned by the time you’re finished, and you head on over to your bedroom.
You hum to yourself, staring at the articles of clothing that you have. You’ve spent a long time crafting them yourself, using flax fibre, furs and animal hide, but there’s a thought that teases you at the back of your mind.
Your lips tug upward.
Another yawn escapes you and you mumble to yourself. Satoru isn’t here and as much as you want to, you can’t wait for him. Your body, your instincts coax you to find some place warm and comfortable.
You turn, trudge over to your bed before slipping under all of the blankets you’d laid down for yourself before. You stretch before making yourself comfortable on your side, curling into yourself.
You murmur something, Satoru’s name perhaps, you don’t quite hear yourself.
Your eyes flutter shut, eyelids heavy. The warmth of the blankets helps coax you to sleep and it doesn’t take long before your breaths become shallow. Your heart follows a steady rhythm and just like that, you fall into a slumber that’d help get you through the harsh weather.
