IN SUGURU WE TRUST

#SUGURU: eh...shut up

[ohimsummer]

" WHEN I GOT NOTHING, I GOT YOU... ,,

❀˖° ୨ welcome to summer's cottage! 23 ⑅ any prns⑅ blk °˖ ୧

BOOKSHELF. RULES. TAGZ. SELFSHIPZ. AO3.

꒰ ៸៸៸ i stopped by the thrift store and picked up some new reads! why not check them out? ꒱

𖧧. . . bsf! satoru texts

𖧧. . . BURN, BABY ft. CULT LEADER! SUGURU

[ohimsummer]

now 😭

[ohimsummer]

blocking accs and then immediately forgetting about them is so therapeutic

[ohimsummer]

PUPPY DOG TRAINING ft. SATORU GOJO

— minors dni, satoru x puppy hybrid! reader, possessive! reader, hybrid au, virgin! + afab! reader, humongous c0ck satoru LOL, hole training, (mentions of) p -> v penetration, fingering, masturbation, reader w/ pubic hair

⭑ ࣪ ˖ sum’z notes.ᐟ this has been in my drafts since april of last year </3 i finally decided to just split it into two parts cause i've been wanting to post it for a while now but i hadn't ever finished it SO! two parter 💪🏾

wc 3185

ding, ding!

the lady at the counter shifts her gaze towards the door. her back straightens once spotting the new visitor, and she grins.

"welcome in! please let me know if you need any help."

satoru only gives a short wave as he makes a beeline to a particular section of the store, marked overhead by a sign that reads 'puppy playhouse'. there's a large play area surrounded by chest-high, glass barriers and occupied by an assortment of canine hybrids. but he's searching for someone specific.

a flash of pink catches his observant eye, and satoru spots exactly who he's looking for:

you're sprawled out on your belly in a corner of the play pen, gnawing on a squeaky plush bone and about as isolated as you can get from the other frolicking dog hybrids. you seem content with your current task, idly swinging your tail and mostly ignoring everyone else. even at this distance, you look just as cute as you did on the shop's website.

satoru trails around the glass partition until he's standing in front of you. his lingering presence attracts your attention—he's tall and broad and you can sense a powerful aura radiating off him. not to mention, he's handsome, too, with a charming smile that sends your tail swaying wildly. an ideal mate, to be honest.

your keen nose twitches at the tantalizing combination of both sweets and his natural aroma. it's intriguing and makes your senses go a bit haywire.

satoru grins as you spring to your feet, bone in tow, tail still swishing eagerly as you walk over to greet him. you're even more adorable up close, with big, round eyes, long lashes, soft cheeks, and velvety ears that flop over your hair.

"hey, miss.", satoru calls to the attendant. "i want her, please."

getting familiar with your new home is a walk in the park. satoru, now your new owner, had already prepared the apartment for your arrival. he's stocked up on treats, plushies, several collars, and even your own pretty, pink recliner occupying a corner of the living room. it's horribly out of place amongst the rest of his interior, but perfect for curling up in his lap and taking naps on.

more importantly, satoru has granted you an entire room to yourself. "eh, it was one of my guest rooms, but now i'm giving it to you, pretty." and it is a nice room, complete with a queen-sized bed, heart-shaped vanity, and an assortment of toys and plushies waiting to either be chewed on or cuddled with.

despite the initial excitement of having your own bedroom, you rarely ever sleep there. after the first week or so, you made it a habit of prancing right into satoru's room—whether he was there or not—and making yourself comfy in his king bed. you preferred when he was home so you could push your way between his arms and snuggle into his chest, though just being wrapped in the fluffy, satoru-scented sheets was still heavenly by itself. it only took a month living with him before you were fully obsessed.

getting to know satoru was even easier. from the initial car ride home to when your eyes shut for bed, the two of you never stopped talking. doesn't matter what you said, what you asked, what you poked and prodded about, he had an answer for everything. satoru was also completely comfortable with your constant displays of affection, even returning it tenfold on day one. you'd wrap yourself around his arm and follow him anywhere, and satoru would respond with a smile and head pat.

he actively welcomed you into his personal space. you loved resting your head on his shoulder, falling asleep to satoru stroking your ears. other times you would hop into his lap, tossing both arms around satoru's neck before rubbing your cheeks against his. being so restless, you wriggled in satoru's lap a lot, which he didn't mind, per se, though he would eventually grab your hips and sit you still. it never clicked why until satoru had stopped your squirming and the heat in the pit of your belly would register. and also the sudden hardness you were sitting on that definitely wasn't there before. you weren't necessarily an idiot about breeding, but the shop you came from didn't let their hybrids reproduce, so this made you...curious, to say the least.

you were enamoured with satoru. he treated you well, spoiled you rotten, loved you hard. you couldn't find a single downside about living with him,

unless you considered the...guests he would have over.

they were rarely men, usually women. lucky because you had a low tolerance for pretty much any man who wasn't satoru. aside from his one friend—suguru, you think?—with the long black hair who always led you into his arms. the one who would squish your cheeks between his fingers and study you as he listened to your idle chatter. that was, until satoru decided you'd paid suguru enough attention, patting his own lap, and a victorious gleam would grace his pretty blue eyes at the speed in which you'd break out of his friend's embrace and hop over into his. regardless of how kind or inviting suguru was, they both knew who your heart belonged to.

as for women...honestly, you weren't too fond of them, either. satoru would come in late some nights with one on his arm, both of them drunk and giggling. other times you'd peep out into the hallway and he'd be carrying them to his bedroom, slamming it shut and you'd have to listen to her loud moans as satoru, your satoru, had his way with her. those nights, you'd be forced to sleep in your own room.

the thought of satoru sharing his affections with others made you sick with possession. after all the effort you'd put into rubbing your scent all over him and his bed and his things, you'd have to mark your territory all over again to get rid of the stranger stench his guests would always leave behind. satoru was adamant that his bed was your bed, and you despised the idea of some person, man or woman, sleeping where you belonged. it made you feel bitter. it made you feel jealous.

one morning, you bit the person he'd brought the previous night. a woman with fair skin and brown hair down her back who was a little too comfortable with the layout of his house. you didn't get the chance to draw blood like you wanted, but you were happy to have hurt her nonetheless. that's what she got for her little invasion.

"god-, i'm so sorry." satoru stumbled into the nearest bathroom, reappearing with alcohol, tissues, and a box of bandaids. "they don't usually bite."

technically true, but that's only because you'd never felt the urge. his other guests would settle on waving or just ignoring you entirely as satoru ushered them to his room. who did this woman think she was, trying to pet you? really, it was her own fault.

"naughty girl.", satoru sighs and pinches your ear after she's left. "you can't go around biting people."

it seemed a bit hypocritical considering he liked to nibble on your neck or thighs when you two were alone and suck marks into them. he'd also giggle about how your teeth tickled whenever you gently gnawed on his fingers or arms or neck. just more of satoru's enabling behavior.

and it's not like he'd given you any kind of training when he brought you here. that's why you were spoiled. satoru let you chew on him. he let you occupy half his bed when you had a perfectly fine room to yourself. he let you litter toys all over the apartment, his bedroom included. satoru let you steal bites of his food, though sometimes he'd make you whine and pout and blink your cute puppy-dog eyes at him and beg for it (all while knowing he was going to say yes, anyway). he let you shove your pretty new phone in his face and whimper about whatever new thing you just had to have. spoiled.

the closest thing you ever got to a real scolding or proper training was when satoru spontaneously decided he didn't want you doing something, because he'd just discovered you doing said something five minutes before and didn't like it. you don't leave the house alone anymore because he told you not to. 'it's safer if i'm with you' he said. you don't get bored and devour half the tasty sweets in his fridge anymore because he spanked you for it. and you don't kiss suguru's face to greet him anymore because jealously is a disease, and satoru's cure involved making you grind on his thigh all night long until he thought you'd learned your lesson.

so, this was really just another impromptu rule. something satoru had decided in the moment needed to be corrected: don't bite the guests i have over.

you remain bothered by satoru's preference to bring other people into his, your home, for the purpose of breeding with them. he's your mate after all. one might find it silly to consider him one rather than your owner. but also, isn't he? your mate?

he treats you like one. squeezes your cheeks til your lips pucker and pecks wet kisses on them until you're a giggling mess. he runs a bath on quiet nights and leaves he door open, a silent offer to join him if you'd like (and you do). he bites at your neck, marking you like a mate, and refreshes the reddened bruises on your skin whenever they begin to fade. at first it was because you'd bite first, but satoru soon admitted he grew to like seeing them on you. it makes your tail twitch, ears perk up, heart flutter, knowing he's claiming you. of course you think he's your mate when he acts like one.

the obvious next step would be to breed with you, then, no? but it's coming up on six months and he hasn't made a move. satoru has never penetrated you, with his cock or fingers. the farthest he's went is grinding you down on his bulge until you both came, and that's far from good enough, in your opinion.

"how come we don't breed?", you ask him curiously from the bathroom doorway. he always leaves the door unlocked, or sometimes wide open. nothing to hide and, if satoru's lucky, you'll hop in the shower with him.

"hm?" satoru raises his white brows at you in the mirror, spitting out toothpaste before going to rinse.

despite rehearsing this conversation in your head, the words begin to sizzle away on your tongue. it doesn't help that he's just in a towel, body damp from the shower. his back muscles look woefully empty of your teeth marks. "you–, you always bring those other people here, all the time. why not breed with me?"

you see his shoulders tremble, and huff because you can tell he's trying to hold back giggles.

"firstly," satoru says, huffing out a laugh, "you can call it sex, pretty girl. because like–, it's–, no one really–". he stops, sighs. "i don't know, just don't call it breeding."

"okay.", you nod. "so?"

satoru peeks at you again through the mirror, blue eyes piercing into yours. "dunno. i kinda don't wanna scare you. or break you, for that matter."

his words draw your ears to attention, and your head tilts. "break me? how would you do that?" and then you think for another second. "also, you wouldn't scare me! we're mates!"

satoru studies you for a moment, then shakes his head and releases a louder chuckle. "baby, you've never had sex before."

"how do you know that?"

"well, have you?" satoru's giving you that look like he already knows the answer. the one that makes you feel feisty, because you want to throw a wrench in the situation just to be a brat, but you know he's expecting that, too.

"no..."

"uh huh.", is all he says. and then, satoru turns to you and he's undoing the towel around his waist.

he lets it fall to the floor and you give him several, wide-eyed blinks. you've never actually seen his dick before in all it's glory—only half-hard through his pants or boxers before he pulls you into his lap.

it's huge. even limp, it's bigger than anything you could have imagined. it's like the width of your fucking wrist. and even though the drool is pooling up in your mouth, all you can think is 'holy shit' and wonder how it would fit inside you soft, let alone thick and heavy when he's hard.

"still wanna try?", satoru asks. you can't speak, only hear him burst out laughing at your slack-jawed expression as you continue gawking at his dick. satoru ruffles your hair as he leaves the bathroom fully nude. it's patronizing. it's the same thing he does when he holds your favorite treats high above his head and tells you to grab them, knowing you can't reach. a mockery.

long after he's left for a work trip, satoru's words continue bouncing around in your head. he doesn't want to scare you. nonsense. even with his intimidating size, you would never be afraid of him. maybe nervous, but...still not scared. and you're going to prove it to him.

if satoru is worried about your first time taking his cock, then the obvious solution is training yourself to take it. but first: research. living in various hybrid shops your whole life meant never having a chance to be bred. or have sex, whatever satoru wanted you to say. and it also meant taking suppressant pills to stop whatever heats you may have had once you reached a certain age. workers at the shop were careful with not allowing any frisky behavior between hybrids, so your sensual interactions with satoru are the most intimate encounters you've ever had in your life.

your research is brief, and only consists of watching various videos of women masturbating. they make it look easy enough.

one quick trip to satoru's room later and you have his favorite sweatshirt in your possession. your acute sense of smell makes his scent hit 10x harder, and your tail wags as the comforting aroma of satoru fills your nostrils. you pad down the hallway and towards your room, slipping inside the woefully unlived-in space and locking the door behind you.

flopping into bed, you throw satoru's sweatshirt over your face and slide a hand down your shorts. you brush a finger over your cunt, feeling at the sparse, curly hairs, leaving light touches over your inner thighs. when you part your folds, your finger is immediately soaked in slick, gliding down your soaked cunt and the tip slips easily into your entrance. you tug satoru's shirt down and pull your hand out to inspect it. your fingers are coated in a clear and stringy fluid, keeping the digits connected as you part them and look on in awe.

you sigh, inhaling the smell on satoru's shirt again. your eyes flutter closed and a fantasy beings spinning in your mind: satoru finally returning from another week long work trip. him pouncing on you right after his shower, tugging you into his lap, sucking on your tongue and grinding his bulge into your core, groping and squeezing your ass. long, curious fingers wandering up your tail to send shivers down your spine as satoru mutters about how much he missed you.

circling and pressing down on your twitching clit shoots a familiar pleasure throughout your body, and a heat begins to boil in your lower tummy. it's a lot more intense than when you're dryhumping satoru. incredibly pronounced when it's direct contact. 'fuck'.

your hips shift upwards into your hand. a gasp leaves your parted lips, followed by a moan as you apply more pressure to the swollen nub. the shirt suffocates you in his scent, and the more you inhale, the more intoxicated you become.

suddenly, they're not your fingers anymore, they're satoru's. you've had them in your mouth before, allowed to gently gnaw on them to satiate an oral fixation. though, satoru's also shoved them there to occasionally silence your bratty whines. he'll corner you against a wall, cooing gently as he rubs at your ears with his free hand and watches the defiance drain from your heavy-lidded eyes.

the scent of your arousal is heavy and plentiful in the air, almost overpowering satoru's shirt when it's still right on top of your nose. the pleasure feels unbearable. your limbs twitch and jerk, dripping hole clenching on nothing, begging to be filled.

you go limp in order to catch your breath. your heart pounds in your ears, legs sore and aching. there's an underlying sense under all the pleasure of just feeling utterly pathetic. how do you expect to take satoru's cock if you can barely handle having your clit rubbed?

'whatever'. you pull up the hem of your shorts to stare at your drenched hand, coated in your own juices. you don't have any other sort of lubricant within reach, nor know where satoru keeps his. besides, the sluggishness weighing your body down wouldn't allow you to get up, anyway.

after taking a few more minutes, you glide your middle finger between the slick folds of your pussy again, gasping at the sensation. your index and middle form a 'v' shape, toying with yourself, pinching at your clit, pulling back the hood to expose what's underneath. it leaves your back arching, mouth flying open, cunt throbbing as you grind against your own hand. you dive a little lower, prodding the tip of your finger against you hole again, and your spasming cunt threatens to suck it in whole.

pushing in past the first knuckle feels weird. you've never had anything inside you before. it's mildly uncomfortable, wiggling your middle finger further along. it's barely an inch but it feels like way more. a little deeper and you can feel the hot, gummy walls of your pussy clamp down as you tighten and untighten. it doesn't really feel like anything.

you spend a while exploring around in there, gasping and twitching whenever your fingertips brush against some squishy spot you can't quite reach, no matter how hard you try. it's frustrating. you think maybe a toy would do the trick. or satoru's fingers, but you're not quite ready to approach that topic again. you eventually admit defeat with a persistent flame boiling in your lower tummy.

one ¥30,000 purchase later, and you're excited for tomorrow when you will be the proud, new owner of a bottle of lube and a 'g-spot rabbit vibrator', whatever that was. just based on visuals, it was the smallest vibrating dildo thing you could find on the website. maybe once you could handle your own fingers, you'd spin back for a dildo. for now, them and their intimidating length and unfathomable girth had successfully scared you away.

[ohimsummer]

this had like 830 notes last time checked 😭

[ohimsummer]

oomf told me bully! stsg was my brand so im curious if it or one of my other series brought u to my blog at some point :3

what brings u here traveler….

bully! stsg

poly stsgverse

puppyboy! satoru

…stsg catverse? 👁️

other (specify? Pls…pls….PLSSSSS…..)

Voting ended onMay 9

[ohimsummer]

oomf told me bully! stsg was my brand so im curious if it or one of my other series brought u to my blog at some point :3

what brings u here traveler….

bully! stsg

poly stsgverse

puppyboy! satoru

…stsg catverse? 👁️

other (specify? Pls…pls….PLSSSSS…..)

Voting ended onMay 9

[ohimsummer]

oomf told me bully! stsg was my brand so im curious if it or one of my other series brought u to my blog at some point :3

what brings u here traveler….

bully! stsg

poly stsgverse

puppyboy! satoru

…stsg catverse? 👁️

other (specify? Pls…pls….PLSSSSS…..)

Voting ended onMay 9

[ohimsummer]

Hello Love!! I recently came across your page, and I'm absolutely obsessed with "PUPPY DOG TRAINING ft. SATORU GOJO" 🤭🤭😘😘💓💓 I was curious. Do you know when exactly you're planning to post a part 2 for it? No rush at all, I'm just such a fan of that Fic!!

hello hello!!! IM GLAD U LIKE IT!!! >:3 i cannot estimate when it’ll be out fjdkd pretty sure i was sitting on the unfinished story for a year b4 splitting it into two parts + lowkey been writing for fandoms of my other selfships which has been a bit refreshing :3

[ohimsummer]

Why does it say here lies… queen are you leaving?? Imma miss you 😭❤️

me being active here is the equivalent to papa working 18hrs a day so i never see the kids except after bedtime when they’re fast asleep 😭

[ohimsummer]

hiiiiiiii

will there be a part two for the puppy hybrid fic with gojo!!!

pls dont take this as me asking u to write it faster or anything im just wondering if theres a part 2 thats already out!! xxxx

likely but when I ever finish it I cannot tell you 😭 cause originally it was gonna be a single fic but I lost interest/motivation and it was taking so long so i just snipped it at a reasonable part and decided it would be a two-parter instead hfjskdj

[thejjkhoneypot-deactivated20260]

Here to give my love to @alygator77 @ohimsummer @cupidstrace @sweethearticism @satorus-princess @satorusdollie @all-with-angel @mimuju and so many others for writing such incredible works!! ☺️

🍯 - MORE TALENTED WRITERS !! this is so kind of you !! thank you so much for wanting to be apart of the change and spreading love !! this warms my heart so much ! 💛

@alygator77 @ohimsummer @cupidstrace @sweethearticism @satorus-princess @satorusdollie @all-with-angel @mimuju

[kissmyglxck]

HI HI, ANNOUNCEMENT TIME‼️‼️‼️

Just wanted to let you guys know that there are two pages on this app that like to troll and make very degrading stories about black readers! @/suckmuballs and @/whotookmynameareuserious these are two little white girls pretending to be black, who are MINORS.

For starters, im a black girl myself in case you guys didn’t know that. I find this very disrespectful and this is not my first time encountering something like this on an app built around community. So if you support me and follow me and you happen to find their accounts “funny”???? Please feel free to block me or message me to have yourself removed.

I don’t play that weirdo and disrespectful shit, it’s not cool and I don’t fuck with it. It’s 2026 and we’re still making trolling pages and lying out our age AND race to tear down another just because black girls and boys come on here and have to request for things to be inclusive. These are minors. Report them, do whatever. PLEASE SPREAD AWARENESS & REPOST‼️‼️

I haven’t seen any big accounts spreading awareness on this topic so please. Thank you guys, that’s all.

[satoyesha]

READ THIS!!!!

[writingdose]

things I won’t let ai take away from human writers

em dash

“not x, not y, but z”

short sentence stacking as a stylistic choice

none of these belong to ai. these are all what human writers have been writing since day one, way before ai was invented. ai was trained to mimic how human writers write — so em dash, not x not y but z and short sentence stacking would never have been used by ai at all if ai hadn’t learned and mimicked them from human writers.

no, you are not “fighting against ai” by accusing every work that has em dash, not x not y but z or short sentence stacking in it as ai-generated, you are helping ai harm the writing community by engaging in witch hunt and scaring human writers away from creating/sharing their works for fear of being wrongly accused of using ai.

speculations, accusations and ai witch hunt harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.

[ohimsummer]

PUCKER UP! ft. NERDJO

— minors dni, nerdjo x meangirl! reader, college! au, pegging, ass-eating, this started getting sloppy nasty lmao reader is a freak fr, hints of stsg, pet names (pretty boy, princess), kind of proofread

wc 3k….😭

it's easy to get satoru to do anything for you.

he's caught off guard when he opens the door to his dorm and you’re shoving yet another homework assignment in his hands, backing him into the room. he's easily victim to honeyed words from your glossy lips, the flutter of your eyelashes. though, if that isn't enough, a firm palm to his already-hardening bulge is sure to get you whatever you want. the gesture is topped off with a promised reward of sucking him dry, however, you're both painfully aware that you would have done so anyway.

satoru settles beside you on his bed, where you lay browsing through social media. he works dutifully, though still listening and responding to the mindless school gossip that no one else would ever let him know about. you keep him well-informed.

twenty minutes have passed, and you spare the papers a glance. it astounds you that satoru is already halfway finished in less than thirty minutes with what would have taken you at least an hour. it's easy for him...maybe a little too easy. maybe a little unfair.

"you're working too fast.", you huff, wrinkling your nose.

satoru pauses, pen hovering over the paper. he looks between you and your homework. "... is that a problem...?"

you sit up on his bed, staring in disdain at the half-finished work in his lap. "if it was? you're not just rushing, are you?"

here he comes with the pouting. satoru is extremely confident in his work, and he knows you know he'd never let you get a bad grade. "don't critique me, i know what i'm doing–“

"bend over, i'm bored."

his jaw falls slack as you tug open the drawer next to his bed, and pull out the lengthy, baby-blue toy hidden away.

"you–, now–?", he sputters. "i'm in the middle of–"

"oh, shut it, shut it.", you wave off his complaints with a manicured hand. "can't you multitask?"

satoru opens his mouth to give a snarky reply, but his words fall short when you slip the tip of the dildo between your lips. he can feel your eyes on him, but his gaze won't leave the way the toy disappears into your mouth, and blood goes rushing to fill the half-erect hard-on he's been sporting since you got here.

you pull the dildo from your mouth with a 'pop!'. "so? be a good boy and bend over for me?"

it's kind of funny, how you don't even have to touch him or bat a lash or use that one flirty tone that makes his head spin, yet satoru still tugs his own shirt off and pants down. he faces away to lower his head and present his round ass to you. a finger traces over the hem of his boxers, embedded with two bold sets of initials on them: yours and an S.G. not satoru's own name, of course.

with a quick kiss to his thigh, you're pulling the white boxers down his legs and tossing them inside. satoru's asshole sits bare and on display for you, puckered and twitching as you admire him.

as if reading your thoughts, he mumbles, "don't stare so much..."

you break gaze with the hole inches from your face to raise a brow at your boyfriend. "shouldn't you be doing my homework?"

"uh–“, he scrambles to form a sentence."yeah, but–"

"pass me the lube and the harness, too."

satoru obeys your command, reaching into the still-open drawer to pull out a bottle of strawberry-flavoured lubricant and a light blue, leather harness. he reaches back a hand to give it to you, where you snatch both items from his grasp and satoru immediately hears the sound of the tube cap clicking open.

not wanting to be chastised again, satoru tries his hardest to steer his focus back to the papers beside him. the pencil trembles in his hand, but he manages to write all of three words before feeling your finger circling his hole.

he jolts, his face flushes at your mischievous giggle behind him, and satoru coerces his body to relaxation once more. it's a feat which is basically impossible when his mind is fixed on the way your finger traces the rim of his entrance, and the more subtle, wet sounds of you massaging lube into the dildo.

"i don't see you doing any work.", you scold him, and satoru yelps when you pluck a harsh finger against his hole. despite the surprise, his dick twitches at the mild discomfort.

pushing himself again to focus on the blurry words and math problems in front of him, satoru mashes the lead a little harder than he should into the paper, clenching the pencil tightly in his fist. he blocks out the movements and sounds going on behind him: the slick pumping of the dildo strapped to your waist, your other hand clutching and gripping either ass cheek in your palm, sinking nails into the skin for a quick lesson in pain before the pad of your thumb pokes and prods at his puckered hole again.

this lasts for what seems like an eternity before a new sensation sends a shiver up his spine, something that forces a gasp from his lips and raises the thin hairs on his neck. it's warm, wet, and familiar—the overwhelming feel of your tongue bullying its way into his insides.

"hey, hey, i–i won't be able to focus if you're doing that–!", satoru whines, but you pay him no mind. his fists wrench the fabric of the comforter as the slimy, pink muscle worms inside.

behind him, you moan at the flavor, slipping your tongue from his orifice to flatten it against his pale skin, running it from satoru's balls to the top of his ass crack. satoru flinches when you spit on his hole, and whines like a mutt in heat at the sloppy way you make out with his asshole. every kiss and bite to his cheeks has him tightening around your tongue, but you wriggle it with a driven intent to get him nice and loose for the absolute pounding you're about to bestow upon him. it's disgusting, and satoru fucking loves it.

he's so lost in you and your heavenly tongue that he almost doesn't register the warmth spreading in his lower body. it's at the last second that satoru lets out a strangled moan and his first orgasm comes washing over him. ropes of cum shoot out to coat his bare thighs and chiseled abdomen as satoru squirms from the sheer pleasure. he's so fidgety, he almost lets your assignment go slipping off the edge of the bed. it’s grabbed just in time, and he shoves it a little further away to avoid any more of the wet spots his drool has already stained into them.

you let him have his fun, come down from his little high, and then satoru feels your touch retreat from his sensitive behind. "did you still plan on getting that done today, or...?"

satoru shivers, and cranes his neck to give you a puppy-eyed gaze, tears having built up on his lash line. "...it's hard."

his poor, pathetic, puppy-dog tone and the deep pink tint across his cheeks and up to his ears yank at your heartstrings. it's times like this where you feel bad for being mean to him, even if it's all an act. satoru's just so fucking cute, he reminds you that can't keep up the cruel demeanor towards him forever.

"ohh.", you coo at your nerdy, loser boyfriend and peck short kisses onto his ass cheeks. "you want me to go slower, baby?"

"yes. yes, please.", he whines. "i can't focus to finish your work."

so adorable. truthfully you couldn't give less of a fuck about the papers anymore, but it's still a little endearing that even in such a position, satoru is still determined to get you the passing grade you don't deserve.

as promised, you take it down a notch, just to give him more control of his thoughts. and satoru figured taking things a step back would do wonders when you weren't absolutely ravishing his hole, but this...this may be significantly worse.

the once intense fervor of your movements has been replaced with a skillful precision. every stroke and flick of your tongue around his rim feels more pleasurable than the last, and satoru's cock jerks and aches at the slow, sensual sucks to his ass. you replace the dig of your nails with the occasional, unforgiving smack!, only to layer on top a coat of soothing kisses. the drawn-out movements make him even more conscious of every single thing you're doing.

but still, your plan was to grace him with some mercy, and satoru won't allow you to say he didn't at least try. so, with newfound strength, he squeezes the pen in his hand, and he gets to work.

his body remains painfully aware of the thrills and pleasure you shower him with, and satoru struggles to keep those feelings at bay from distracting his mind. it's a challenge, but satoru does likes a challenge, and he finds he's managed to complete the remaining bottom half of the current page. this is it. he's on the final paper, so close to the finish line, before he can stop having to worry about it. and then he feels your gentle tap on his thigh.

it takes him out of the space he's forced himself into. satoru turns until he just sees you in his peripherals. "huh? what's wrong?"

"nothing.", you reassure him. "do you want to pack that up before i start?"

'start?', he thinks, and then he feels the slap of the rubber dildo between his ass cheeks. "ah, um–“

his throat goes dry, and you gliding the heavy length back-and-forth along his asshole doesn't help in the slightest.

"just do your best, okay? i'm happy with a B."

satoru isn't happy with anything below an A-, but the complaint is stripped from his tongue as he feels the thick tip of your cock sinking into his hole. even with your slow movements, it knocks the wind from his lungs, and all he can let out is a choked moan. stuck gripping the sheets, his cheek is smushed against the bed and his mouth agape, until satoru finally feels you flush against the back of his thighs.

there’s a beat, then your encouraging voice in his ear: “breath, satoru.”

a second later and you can see the tension leaving his larger, toned body. your hands make a delicate path up the curve of his back, massaging his sensitive nape which leaves him gasping, before one of them trails back up his spine. you apply pressure as you go, further pronouncing the arch in satoru’s pliant body, and the wandering hand ends at his hip.

slowly, you unsheathe the girthy, faux length from his ass, revealing more and more and more until only the tip remains. his hole tightens, and you don’t think you’ve ever been so jealous of both a man or a piece of fucking silicone in your entire life. you’d kill to have a real one right now, to feel satoru’s moist insides and the way he’d clench around you, sucking you in further and further until you were stuck balls deep in him. it’s fucking unfair.

“m–move, please.”, he begs in such a soft mewl. so needy, so impatient. so spoiled as you plunge your cock into him again.

a sharp gasp flees his lips, followed by satoru's strangled moan as you bury yourself to the hilt. there’s a prominent vein on the back of his hand from how tightly he grips the sheets, pillow, anything satoru can get his hands on.

though you move languidly, satoru quickly dissolves into an utter wreck. your hands hold tight onto his waist with initial intent to keep him steady, but his moans bring out a crazed animal in you. soon you're manhandling him back-and-forth to meet the ever-growing roughness of your thrusts. the sound of you pounding into him can't even be heard over the slutty noises tumbling out into the open air, hitting all four walls to fill the dorm room. it makes you ache, yearning for some relief other than the occasional friction of the harness against your clit.

"fuck, you're so hot.", you lean down and pant against his ear. satoru babbles something you can’t understand, and it makes you laugh. you can't help mock him a little.

"so loud, too.", comes the bratty taunt, and satoru whimpers out a barely coherent 'sorry'. god, he's so cute and pathetic. you feel like you're bullying him, corrupting your little nerd boyfriend, and it turns you on tenfold.

"aren't people living in the dorm next to you? they’re gonna be pissed.", you tease further, though never letting up on your thrusts and in fact picking up the pace. "these walls are pretty thin. suguru was here yesterday, did you get a noise complaint?"

"mhm."

that response catches you off guard—his audible confirmation along with a weak nod of the head.

"are you serious?" satoru nods again, and you let out an incredulous scoff. "damn, i was just kidding. i may have to go harder, then, i want them to know how well i treat you, too!"

it’s all gibberish in satoru's mind. with such scrambled thoughts, he can barely hold on to a thing you're saying, let alone worry about maintaining his now continuously waning status as a considerate neighbor.

"c'mere." your words sound muffled amongst the fog in his head. satoru strains his eyes and barely sees your blurry figure hovering over him. "pass me the pillow, babe."

he flails a feeble hand in the general direction of said object, finally landing on the soft cushion and using what—in his current state—feels like an absurd amount of strength in order to hand it back to you. a second later, he feels you tugging at his waist. “lift your hips up.” and, ever the helpful boyfriend, satoru uses every bit of remaining energy in his bones to raise his body.

"look at you, my good little loser." he feels you squeeze the pillow between him and the bed, and then goes limp again beneath you. his cock twitches at the soft pressure surrounding his length. it reminds him of a fleshlight, something you and suguru make sure he's extremely familiar with.

there's a 'smack!', and satoru whimpers at the sharp slap to one of his ass cheeks. you knead at the fat flesh in your hands, dulling the pain, and pull satoru’s ass apart to stare at the way his hole quivers and tightens around you.

"do you like being lazy?”, you tease. "letting me do most of the work?" he nods. "say it. tell me you’re my pretty little pillow princess.”

"i’m y–your pretty–, pretty pillow princess.", satoru moans with a cheek against the mattress, and lets out a feeble cry when you give his ass another loud smack.

"mmm, yeah." a sinister grin paints itself across your lips. your hands continue squeezing satoru’s sore ass in your palms, and your boyfriend groans in pleasure as you begin fucking into him again. "fuck, such a good toy for me."

you say something else, something he doesn’t hear, if not for satoru’s bedframe thudding against the wall, or the lewd slapping of skin on skin, then definitely because of his own moans echoing in his ears. there’s a short pause. satoru registers the dip of the mattress on each side of his head, and the blurry details of your manicure. the ticklish touch of your fingers brush against his forehead, moving locks of stark white hair to reveal more of his gorgeous face.

"my pretty boy.”

satoru whines at the praise before feeling the length of your cock rubbing against his prostate. it's calm at first, a frustratingly slow grind against his ass where he can feel the silicone balls of your strap up against his own. but soon you're picking up pace, slamming into him with each thrust, thrusts that send satoru flying forward every time you plunge deep into him again. every rock of your hips against his brushes satoru’s leaking cock harder and faster along the pillow under his body. it feels out of this world, and all too much to endure.

the heat and pleasure overrunning satoru has steadily evolved from a slow trickle, to growing waves, to a huge tsunami bearing down on him. his entire body is searing; he releases a particularly loud cry of your name as cum shoots straight into the fluff of the pillow, soaking deep inside the fabric as waves of pleasure flood over him. tears burn at his hazy, blue eyes, making it impossible to see clearly, but that doesn't matter when satoru's eyes are wrenched shut anyway as you slow to another grind against his ass, fucking him through his final orgasm.

satoru lies there, trembling and taking in heaving breathes of air. he lets out one last pathetic whimper when you pull out, leaving his hole tragically empty, but still accepts the press of a few soft kisses to his pink, tear-stained cheeks.

"satoru?", you whisper softly against his ear. “all good?” and you give him another kiss on the forehead when he gives a weak nod. "atta boy, you did so well. i'm going to get you a towel, 'kay?"

your boyfriend only makes a weak effort to grasp your hand, but you understand what he’s asking for, regardless. “fine, pretty boy. i’m right here, just relax and catch your breath for me.”

and, as usual, satoru follows your instructions without question. he is comforted by the gentle squeeze of your hand, the caress of your fingers through his hair, and the doting kisses you place on his shoulders, neck, and face. eventually, his brain is empty, drained. satoru begins dozing off to sleep in a far-away land—away from his room and away from homework, yet still surrounded by your soft, lingering presence.

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[ohimsummer]

PUPPY DOG TRAINING ft. SATORU GOJO

— minors dni, satoru x puppy hybrid! reader, possessive! reader, hybrid au, virgin! + afab! reader, humongous c0ck satoru LOL, hole training, (mentions of) p -> v penetration, fingering, masturbation, reader w/ pubic hair

⭑ ࣪ ˖ sum’z notes.ᐟ this has been in my drafts since april of last year </3 i finally decided to just split it into two parts cause i've been wanting to post it for a while now but i hadn't ever finished it SO! two parter 💪🏾

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ding, ding!

the lady at the counter shifts her gaze towards the door. her back straightens once spotting the new visitor, and she grins.

"welcome in! please let me know if you need any help."

satoru only gives a short wave as he makes a beeline to a particular section of the store, marked overhead by a sign that reads 'puppy playhouse'. there's a large play area surrounded by chest-high, glass barriers and occupied by an assortment of canine hybrids. but he's searching for someone specific.

a flash of pink catches his observant eye, and satoru spots exactly who he's looking for:

you're sprawled out on your belly in a corner of the play pen, gnawing on a squeaky plush bone and about as isolated as you can get from the other frolicking dog hybrids. you seem content with your current task, idly swinging your tail and mostly ignoring everyone else. even at this distance, you look just as cute as you did on the shop's website.

satoru trails around the glass partition until he's standing in front of you. his lingering presence attracts your attention—he's tall and broad and you can sense a powerful aura radiating off him. not to mention, he's handsome, too, with a charming smile that sends your tail swaying wildly. an ideal mate, to be honest.

your keen nose twitches at the tantalizing combination of both sweets and his natural aroma. it's intriguing and makes your senses go a bit haywire.

satoru grins as you spring to your feet, bone in tow, tail still swishing eagerly as you walk over to greet him. you're even more adorable up close, with big, round eyes, long lashes, soft cheeks, and velvety ears that flop over your hair.

"hey, miss.", satoru calls to the attendant. "i want her, please."

getting familiar with your new home is a walk in the park. satoru, now your new owner, had already prepared the apartment for your arrival. he's stocked up on treats, plushies, several collars, and even your own pretty, pink recliner occupying a corner of the living room. it's horribly out of place amongst the rest of his interior, but perfect for curling up in his lap and taking naps on.

more importantly, satoru has granted you an entire room to yourself. "eh, it was one of my guest rooms, but now i'm giving it to you, pretty." and it is a nice room, complete with a queen-sized bed, heart-shaped vanity, and an assortment of toys and plushies waiting to either be chewed on or cuddled with.

despite the initial excitement of having your own bedroom, you rarely ever sleep there. after the first week or so, you made it a habit of prancing right into satoru's room—whether he was there or not—and making yourself comfy in his king bed. you preferred when he was home so you could push your way between his arms and snuggle into his chest, though just being wrapped in the fluffy, satoru-scented sheets was still heavenly by itself. it only took a month living with him before you were fully obsessed.

getting to know satoru was even easier. from the initial car ride home to when your eyes shut for bed, the two of you never stopped talking. doesn't matter what you said, what you asked, what you poked and prodded about, he had an answer for everything. satoru was also completely comfortable with your constant displays of affection, even returning it tenfold on day one. you'd wrap yourself around his arm and follow him anywhere, and satoru would respond with a smile and head pat.

he actively welcomed you into his personal space. you loved resting your head on his shoulder, falling asleep to satoru stroking your ears. other times you would hop into his lap, tossing both arms around satoru's neck before rubbing your cheeks against his. being so restless, you wriggled in satoru's lap a lot, which he didn't mind, per se, though he would eventually grab your hips and sit you still. it never clicked why until satoru had stopped your squirming and the heat in the pit of your belly would register. and also the sudden hardness you were sitting on that definitely wasn't there before. you weren't necessarily an idiot about breeding, but the shop you came from didn't let their hybrids reproduce, so this made you...curious, to say the least.

you were enamoured with satoru. he treated you well, spoiled you rotten, loved you hard. you couldn't find a single downside about living with him,

unless you considered the...guests he would have over.

they were rarely men, usually women. lucky because you had a low tolerance for pretty much any man who wasn't satoru. aside from his one friend—suguru, you think?—with the long black hair who always led you into his arms. the one who would squish your cheeks between his fingers and study you as he listened to your idle chatter. that was, until satoru decided you'd paid suguru enough attention, patting his own lap, and a victorious gleam would grace his pretty blue eyes at the speed in which you'd break out of his friend's embrace and hop over into his. regardless of how kind or inviting suguru was, they both knew who your heart belonged to.

as for women...honestly, you weren't too fond of them, either. satoru would come in late some nights with one on his arm, both of them drunk and giggling. other times you'd peep out into the hallway and he'd be carrying them to his bedroom, slamming it shut and you'd have to listen to her loud moans as satoru, your satoru, had his way with her. those nights, you'd be forced to sleep in your own room.

the thought of satoru sharing his affections with others made you sick with possession. after all the effort you'd put into rubbing your scent all over him and his bed and his things, you'd have to mark your territory all over again to get rid of the stranger stench his guests would always leave behind. satoru was adamant that his bed was your bed, and you despised the idea of some person, man or woman, sleeping where you belonged. it made you feel bitter. it made you feel jealous.

one morning, you bit the person he'd brought the previous night. a woman with fair skin and brown hair down her back who was a little too comfortable with the layout of his house. you didn't get the chance to draw blood like you wanted, but you were happy to have hurt her nonetheless. that's what she got for her little invasion.

"god-, i'm so sorry." satoru stumbled into the nearest bathroom, reappearing with alcohol, tissues, and a box of bandaids. "they don't usually bite."

technically true, but that's only because you'd never felt the urge. his other guests would settle on waving or just ignoring you entirely as satoru ushered them to his room. who did this woman think she was, trying to pet you? really, it was her own fault.

"naughty girl.", satoru sighs and pinches your ear after she's left. "you can't go around biting people."

it seemed a bit hypocritical considering he liked to nibble on your neck or thighs when you two were alone and suck marks into them. he'd also giggle about how your teeth tickled whenever you gently gnawed on his fingers or arms or neck. just more of satoru's enabling behavior.

and it's not like he'd given you any kind of training when he brought you here. that's why you were spoiled. satoru let you chew on him. he let you occupy half his bed when you had a perfectly fine room to yourself. he let you litter toys all over the apartment, his bedroom included. satoru let you steal bites of his food, though sometimes he'd make you whine and pout and blink your cute puppy-dog eyes at him and beg for it (all while knowing he was going to say yes, anyway). he let you shove your pretty new phone in his face and whimper about whatever new thing you just had to have. spoiled.

the closest thing you ever got to a real scolding or proper training was when satoru spontaneously decided he didn't want you doing something, because he'd just discovered you doing said something five minutes before and didn't like it. you don't leave the house alone anymore because he told you not to. 'it's safer if i'm with you' he said. you don't get bored and devour half the tasty sweets in his fridge anymore because he spanked you for it. and you don't kiss suguru's face to greet him anymore because jealously is a disease, and satoru's cure involved making you grind on his thigh all night long until he thought you'd learned your lesson.

so, this was really just another impromptu rule. something satoru had decided in the moment needed to be corrected: don't bite the guests i have over.

you remain bothered by satoru's preference to bring other people into his, your home, for the purpose of breeding with them. he's your mate after all. one might find it silly to consider him one rather than your owner. but also, isn't he? your mate?

he treats you like one. squeezes your cheeks til your lips pucker and pecks wet kisses on them until you're a giggling mess. he runs a bath on quiet nights and leaves he door open, a silent offer to join him if you'd like (and you do). he bites at your neck, marking you like a mate, and refreshes the reddened bruises on your skin whenever they begin to fade. at first it was because you'd bite first, but satoru soon admitted he grew to like seeing them on you. it makes your tail twitch, ears perk up, heart flutter, knowing he's claiming you. of course you think he's your mate when he acts like one.

the obvious next step would be to breed with you, then, no? but it's coming up on six months and he hasn't made a move. satoru has never penetrated you, with his cock or fingers. the farthest he's went is grinding you down on his bulge until you both came, and that's far from good enough, in your opinion.

"how come we don't breed?", you ask him curiously from the bathroom doorway. he always leaves the door unlocked, or sometimes wide open. nothing to hide and, if satoru's lucky, you'll hop in the shower with him.

"hm?" satoru raises his white brows at you in the mirror, spitting out toothpaste before going to rinse.

despite rehearsing this conversation in your head, the words begin to sizzle away on your tongue. it doesn't help that he's just in a towel, body damp from the shower. his back muscles look woefully empty of your teeth marks. "you–, you always bring those other people here, all the time. why not breed with me?"

you see his shoulders tremble, and huff because you can tell he's trying to hold back giggles.

"firstly," satoru says, huffing out a laugh, "you can call it sex, pretty girl. because like–, it's–, no one really–". he stops, sighs. "i don't know, just don't call it breeding."

"okay.", you nod. "so?"

satoru peeks at you again through the mirror, blue eyes piercing into yours. "dunno. i kinda don't wanna scare you. or break you, for that matter."

his words draw your ears to attention, and your head tilts. "break me? how would you do that?" and then you think for another second. "also, you wouldn't scare me! we're mates!"

satoru studies you for a moment, then shakes his head and releases a louder chuckle. "baby, you've never had sex before."

"how do you know that?"

"well, have you?" satoru's giving you that look like he already knows the answer. the one that makes you feel feisty, because you want to throw a wrench in the situation just to be a brat, but you know he's expecting that, too.

"no..."

"uh huh.", is all he says. and then, satoru turns to you and he's undoing the towel around his waist.

he lets it fall to the floor and you give him several, wide-eyed blinks. you've never actually seen his dick before in all it's glory—only half-hard through his pants or boxers before he pulls you into his lap.

it's huge. even limp, it's bigger than anything you could have imagined. it's like the width of your fucking wrist. and even though the drool is pooling up in your mouth, all you can think is 'holy shit' and wonder how it would fit inside you soft, let alone thick and heavy when he's hard.

"still wanna try?", satoru asks. you can't speak, only hear him burst out laughing at your slack-jawed expression as you continue gawking at his dick. satoru ruffles your hair as he leaves the bathroom fully nude. it's patronizing. it's the same thing he does when he holds your favorite treats high above his head and tells you to grab them, knowing you can't reach. a mockery.

long after he's left for a work trip, satoru's words continue bouncing around in your head. he doesn't want to scare you. nonsense. even with his intimidating size, you would never be afraid of him. maybe nervous, but...still not scared. and you're going to prove it to him.

if satoru is worried about your first time taking his cock, then the obvious solution is training yourself to take it. but first: research. living in various hybrid shops your whole life meant never having a chance to be bred. or have sex, whatever satoru wanted you to say. and it also meant taking suppressant pills to stop whatever heats you may have had once you reached a certain age. workers at the shop were careful with not allowing any frisky behavior between hybrids, so your sensual interactions with satoru are the most intimate encounters you've ever had in your life.

your research is brief, and only consists of watching various videos of women masturbating. they make it look easy enough.

one quick trip to satoru's room later and you have his favorite sweatshirt in your possession. your acute sense of smell makes his scent hit 10x harder, and your tail wags as the comforting aroma of satoru fills your nostrils. you pad down the hallway and towards your room, slipping inside the woefully unlived-in space and locking the door behind you.

flopping into bed, you throw satoru's sweatshirt over your face and slide a hand down your shorts. you brush a finger over your cunt, feeling at the sparse, curly hairs, leaving light touches over your inner thighs. when you part your folds, your finger is immediately soaked in slick, gliding down your soaked cunt and the tip slips easily into your entrance. you tug satoru's shirt down and pull your hand out to inspect it. your fingers are coated in a clear and stringy fluid, keeping the digits connected as you part them and look on in awe.

you sigh, inhaling the smell on satoru's shirt again. your eyes flutter closed and a fantasy beings spinning in your mind: satoru finally returning from another week long work trip. him pouncing on you right after his shower, tugging you into his lap, sucking on your tongue and grinding his bulge into your core, groping and squeezing your ass. long, curious fingers wandering up your tail to send shivers down your spine as satoru mutters about how much he missed you.

circling and pressing down on your twitching clit shoots a familiar pleasure throughout your body, and a heat begins to boil in your lower tummy. it's a lot more intense than when you're dryhumping satoru. incredibly pronounced when it's direct contact. 'fuck'.

your hips shift upwards into your hand. a gasp leaves your parted lips, followed by a moan as you apply more pressure to the swollen nub. the shirt suffocates you in his scent, and the more you inhale, the more intoxicated you become.

suddenly, they're not your fingers anymore, they're satoru's. you've had them in your mouth before, allowed to gently gnaw on them to satiate an oral fixation. though, satoru's also shoved them there to occasionally silence your bratty whines. he'll corner you against a wall, cooing gently as he rubs at your ears with his free hand and watches the defiance drain from your heavy-lidded eyes.

the scent of your arousal is heavy and plentiful in the air, almost overpowering satoru's shirt when it's still right on top of your nose. the pleasure feels unbearable. your limbs twitch and jerk, dripping hole clenching on nothing, begging to be filled.

you go limp in order to catch your breath. your heart pounds in your ears, legs sore and aching. there's an underlying sense under all the pleasure of just feeling utterly pathetic. how do you expect to take satoru's cock if you can barely handle having your clit rubbed?

'whatever'. you pull up the hem of your shorts to stare at your drenched hand, coated in your own juices. you don't have any other sort of lubricant within reach, nor know where satoru keeps his. besides, the sluggishness weighing your body down wouldn't allow you to get up, anyway.

after taking a few more minutes, you glide your middle finger between the slick folds of your pussy again, gasping at the sensation. your index and middle form a 'v' shape, toying with yourself, pinching at your clit, pulling back the hood to expose what's underneath. it leaves your back arching, mouth flying open, cunt throbbing as you grind against your own hand. you dive a little lower, prodding the tip of your finger against you hole again, and your spasming cunt threatens to suck it in whole.

pushing in past the first knuckle feels weird. you've never had anything inside you before. it's mildly uncomfortable, wiggling your middle finger further along. it's barely an inch but it feels like way more. a little deeper and you can feel the hot, gummy walls of your pussy clamp down as you tighten and untighten. it doesn't really feel like anything.

you spend a while exploring around in there, gasping and twitching whenever your fingertips brush against some squishy spot you can't quite reach, no matter how hard you try. it's frustrating. you think maybe a toy would do the trick. or satoru's fingers, but you're not quite ready to approach that topic again. you eventually admit defeat with a persistent flame boiling in your lower tummy.

one ¥30,000 purchase later, and you're excited for tomorrow when you will be the proud, new owner of a bottle of lube and a 'g-spot rabbit vibrator', whatever that was. just based on visuals, it was the smallest vibrating dildo thing you could find on the website. maybe once you could handle your own fingers, you'd spin back for a dildo. for now, them and their intimidating length and unfathomable girth had successfully scared you away.

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