rumi

twenty-four

[stup1dgirrrl]

getting pounded into the mattress until i’m crying then being babied after would cure me i think

[hugmeonce]

“please baby its too deep” femme x “you can take it.” butch

[olivedacatto]

why can't something lesbian happen to me

[oh--lapetitemort]

I need "I can't believe I get to fuck you" type of sex

[zaerilyn]

18+ MDNI, jealous softboy yuta, friends with benefits, possessive gentle dom, soft yuta turning mean when jealous.

a/n: guys i must say he looked so hot kissing that cockroach and getting choked, that is.

𝓨𝓾𝓽𝓪 𝓞𝓴𝓴𝓸𝓽𝓼𝓾 had been your closest friend since day one at jujutsu high, but since becoming seniors, things had definitely… escalated. you’d been friends with benefits for a few months now, ever since that night after a rough mission when things just happened. he was still the same soft, kind-hearted guy most days—the one who brought you snacks after training and blushed whenever you teased him. but behind closed doors he was all yours, and oh, how you loved pushing his buttons just to see how long that gentle smile would last.

tonight was no different.

you were lounging in the common room with inumaki toge, laughing way too hard at something he signed. the two of you had been training together a lot lately, and the chemistry was obvious. toge kept tapping your arm, making those little rice ball sounds that always made you giggle, while you leaned in close to read the notes on his phone, shoulders brushing.

yuta sat across the room, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his dark eyes kept flicking over. every time you laughed at toge, his jaw tightened just a little.

when you finally wandered over and dropped down beside him, you couldn’t resist.

“are you jealous, pretty boy?” you teased, voice low enough that only he could hear. you poked his cheek playfully. “toge and i were just talking about cursed techniques. you don’t have to look so pouty.”

yuta smiled softly, the kind of gentle smile that usually melted you, but there was a sharper flicker in his eyes. “i’m not jealous,” he said quietly, though his hand found your thigh under the table and squeezed. “just… noticing how close you two are getting.”

you grinned and leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “aww, my sweet yuta getting all possessive? that’s cute. maybe i should spend more time with toge if it makes you this worked up.”

that did it.

yuta didn’t say anything right away. he simply stood up, took your hand, and pulled you toward his dorm room without another word. the second the door clicked shut behind you, the softboy mask cracked.

he pushed you against the wall, one hand braced beside your head as he leaned in. his usual shy demeanor was gone, replaced by something darker and more intense.

“you like teasing me, don’t you?” he murmured, voice low and rough. “talking about spending more time with other men while i sit there and watch.”

you smirked, refusing to back down. “maybe. it’s fun watching you try to stay all sweet and polite when you’re clearly dying inside.”

yuta’s eyes darkened. in one smooth motion he picked you up, carried you to the bed, and dropped you onto the mattress. he climbed over you, caging you in with his bigger body.

“keep pushing,” he said softly, almost sweetly, as he stripped your clothes off with surprising roughness. “see what happens.”

he didn’t waste time. his mouth found yours in a deep, hungry kiss, tongue sliding against yours like he was trying to erase every laugh you’d shared with toge. his hands roamed down, slipping under your shirt to cup your breasts. a low groan rumbled in his chest the moment he felt their weight.

“fuck… these are so perfect,” he breathed against your lips, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh. “i love the way they feel in my hands.”

he tugged your shirt up and latched onto one nipple, sucking hard and wet while his hand kneaded the other breast. his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, teeth grazing lightly before he sucked again, moaning softly like he couldn’t get enough. you gasped, back arching as heat pooled between your legs.

“yuta— ahh— you really like them that much?” you teased breathlessly, even as your fingers tangled in his dark hair.

he switched to the other nipple, sucking greedily, leaving your skin shiny and marked. “you already know the answer,” he mumbled against your tit, voice muffled. “they’re so soft… so full.”

only after he had thoroughly worshipped your breasts did he move lower. he spread your thighs wide and buried his face between your legs, licking a long, slow stripe up your soaked pussy. you cried out, hips jerking.

“ahh— yuta—”

he didn’t tease tonight. he devoured you, tongue fucking into your hole before sucking hard on your swollen clit, groaning into your pussy like he was starving. his large, calloused hands held your thighs open when you tried to squirm away from the intensity.

“fuck, yu— it’s too much already,” you moaned, fingers tightening in his hair.

he pulled back just enough to look up at you, chin shiny with your slick, eyes dark with lust and jealousy. “you were laughing with toge like that. now you’re moaning for me. funny how that works.”

he dove back in, sucking and licking until you came hard on his tongue, thighs trembling around his head. but he didn’t stop. he kept going, overstimulating you until you were whimpering and weakly trying to push his head away.

when he finally pulled back, he sat up on his knees, breathing hard. without a word he shoved his pants and boxers down in one rough motion, freeing his cock. it sprang out thick and heavy, flushed dark at the tip, already leaking precum down the veiny shaft. he gave himself one slow stroke, eyes locked on your dripping pussy.

“on your back,” he ordered quietly.

you obeyed, legs still shaking. yuta pushed your thighs up, folding you in half as he lined up and sank into you in one deep, smooth thrust. the stretch made you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders.

“shit— yuta, you’re so big— slow down—”

he didn’t. he started fucking you hard, hips snapping forward with wet, filthy slaps. every thrust bullied that perfect gummy spot inside you.

“mngh— yuta!” you gasped.

he squeezed your thighs together tighter, putting extra pressure on his thick cock as he pounded into you. the angle made him feel impossibly deeper, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every rough stroke.

“that’s it,” he cooed, voice deceptively soft while he railed you mercilessly. “moan louder. let the whole dorm know who’s fucking this pretty pussy.”

you tried to talk back, “y-you’re being mean— ahh fuck—” but he only smiled that innocent-looking smile, eyes sparkling with something devilish.

“mean? i’m just giving you what you wanted.” he reached down and pinched your swollen clit between his fingers, rubbing it fast and hard while his cock kept hammering into you. “here i am making this pussy cum so many times and yet you’re still flirting with another man.”

the combination was too much. your back arched violently as another orgasm ripped through you, pussy gushing around his thick cock, legs shaking uncontrollably.

“yuta— fuck— i can’t— too much—”

“shh,” he hushed, still thrusting through your climax, cursed energy making his pace even more overwhelming. “you can take it. you always teased me, so now you better take every inch like a good girl.”

he finally slowed just enough to flip you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so he could fuck you from behind. one hand gripped your hair gently but firmly, the other reached around to rub your clit again in tight, relentless circles.

you were a complete mess, drooling into the sheets, babbling his name. yuta leaned over you, lips brushing your ear, voice soft but possessive.

“you’re mine,” he whispered. “not toge’s. not anyone else’s. understand?”

you nodded frantically, too fucked out to argue. “y-yours— ahh— only yours—”

he rewarded you by slamming in deep and cumming hard, flooding your pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. even then he kept moving, slow and deep, pushing it further inside you until you were both trembling.

when he finally pulled out, he turned you over gently and kissed your forehead, the soft yuta returning as he pulled you into his arms.

“still going to tease me tomorrow?” he asked quietly, a small, tired smile on his lips.

you could barely speak, body limp and satisfied, his cum leaking down your thighs. “maybe… if it gets you to fuck me like that again.”

yuta chuckled softly and nuzzled into your neck. “then i guess i’ll have to get jealous more often.”

he held you close as his fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin. once again, he was the ever-so-gentle boy, even after he had just ruined you so thoroughly. but you knew better—push him too far, and that sweet yuta could be deliciously mean.

[tteokdoroki]

do you guys think yuuji ever gets so into fucking you that the slam of his hips between your thighs forces you up the bed? and he’s so far gone, crazed, so unlike his usual sweet self that he growls and sneers down at you like it’s your fault that you’ve gone too far. one minute he’s cupping your face and kissing away streaks of pearlescent tears the next yuuji’s dragging you harshly by the hips back onto his cock, all teeth and tongue as he snarls.

“where d’ya think you’re goin’?”

the words come out frothy, gritty, punctuating the lewd plap, plap, plap of your sexes meeting wetly. his hips have a mind of their own, crashing into yours like harsh waves against a shoreline when stormy weather picks up. they don’t waver, not even when yuuji physically yanks you back down to the edge of the bed, forcing your thighs apart until you’re spread eagle and gushing into the sheets. he doesn’t stop even as you yelp in surprise or push at his chest to get the man to just let up. yuuji just meanly bullies the slick head of his cock deep into your creaming cunt, relishing in the way you lock and unlock around him as if you can’t decide how much of him to keep inside.

“don’t run from it, not when it’s yours.” yuuji pants into the linens beside your head because if he looks at you too soon, he’ll burst and flood your womb with claggy milky white… but then he gets lost in it again, the way you warmly wrap around him and despite the way your hips try to shy away from his rampant force, fuelled by adrenaline, your ankles link at the divot on his back — pulling him in, all alluring and intoxicating with your high pitched wails and sloppy cunt that streams a fresh wave of arousal, trickles into another high that yuuji might not even notice since his pace has you flying away from him again.

or maybe he does, he just can’t bring himself to stop making a home for you on his cock.

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[thatsallitchief]

The twins! There’s nerdjo 🤭and then there’s fratjo too ig, I was really excited when i saw nerdjo trending so I grabbed the opportunity to draw him hehe

[kamiflix]

OH MY GOD EVERYBODY SHUT UP MY FAV ARTIST JUST DROPPED GOJO TWIN ART

[yenayaps]

they really included john kaisen in the back LMAO

[lesblackwidow]

academic weapon lesbians deserve to be fingered and eaten out. heard it’s like, good for stress or whatever

[olivedacatto]

im the academic weapon

[peachdues]

FAMILY MATTERS

Shinjuro Rengoku x Kyojuro Rengoku x F!Reader

A/N: so uhhh… y’all remember my Red Dress one shot? Well, here’s the continuation of that, except now, it’s Shinjuro’s turn.

There is nothing redeemable about this. It’s pure smut.

CW: MDNI • 7.2k • explicit sexual content below • cucking • breeding • creampie • Kyojuro sets his fiance up tbh but she’s into it • just nasty filth • doggy • rough rug sex • desk sex •

Senjuro ended up departing for a neighbor’s after dinner, and the Rengoku patriarch retired to bed not long after. Though the two of you should have been well on your way home, Kyojuro had gotten distracted.

“I thought of you all through dinner,” his breath is hot against your ear. One hand flips up the skirt of your sundress as the other fumbles with his belt. “How you sat there, talking to my father and brother while my seed leaked out of you.”

“Kyojuro — oh —“ you’re cut off by his bruising, rough kiss. You break away only with a sharp gasp as your fiance’s practiced fingers drag over the lacy seam of your underwear, your hips bucking into his touch. His mouth only slopes messily down your neck. Kyojuro growls into your skin in approval at the wetness he finds between your legs — a mixture of his cum and your renewed arousal.

“You drive me wild,” the leather around his hips gives way, and his fingers are nimble as they unfasten the top button of his pants.

You can’t hide the way your mouth runs dry, or how your thighs unconsciously press together as Kyojuro pulls his stiffened cock free. A thrill flutters in your stomach at the thought of getting on your knees before him and offering your mouth for his use. That excitement is doubled at the prospect of being inside your future father-in-law’s study, a place you wouldn’t have dared to venture had Kyojuro not led you here by the hand.

But that arousal grinds to a sharp halt when Kyojuro’s fingers curl under the edge of your underwear and yank them down your legs. A quick rustle of fabric indicates he’s shoved them into the pocket of his loosened pants, for safe-keeping.

Kyojuro gives himself a firm pump before lining himself up with your entrance.

“This is — Kyo — your father’s study —“

“I’m aware.” With one mighty thrust of his hips, he forces himself to the hilt inside you. “Keep quiet, my Flame.”

Once he’s confirmed that your hand is braced steadily behind you on the rich mahogany of his father’s desk, Kyojuro pulls back, his fingers deftly pushing the straps of your sundress from your shoulders. He tugs the bodice down to your waist and your breasts pebble at the sudden exposure to the warm air of the home office.

Kyojuro hums at the sight of the marks he’d left behind; the way the light from the fire dances across your exposed skin.

He begins with shallow thrusts that grow deeper, more forceful with every passing moment. Before long, you’re forced to smother your whimpers against the thick curve of his shoulder, your fingers curling under the edge of the desk as it rocks and creaks with his movements.

“Fuck, my love,” Kyojuro groans into your hair. “God, you feel too fucking good to stop.”

He must be desperate, you decide, given the way he steadily lets his weight fall into you until you’re forced back against the flat surface of the desk. If you weren’t too busy muffling your sounds of pleasure by burying your teeth into your bottom lip, you would’ve smiled. Kyojuro was so adorable when he was like this; when he gave into his more base desires to rut fast and deep.

Your fiance quiets his own euphoria by sealing his mouth against your throat. His moans rumble across your skin, chased by alternating flicks of his tongue nips of his teeth His hands grip you firmly by your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh, anchoring you to him as he pushes faster and deeper into you.

A floorboard nearby creaks, but neither of you notice; you’re too enraptured in one another, your body already thrumming with a need for more that hot, saltiness you can’t help but crave that you know Kyojuro won’t be able to resist giving you.

Thank goodness for the card of neat little pills waiting on your nightstand at home; though you’d likely be pushing your luck, you’re optimistic that your fiancé will give you his fill and still get you back in time for you to take your birth control.

Kyojuro tears his mouth away from your neck and straightens, his nails digging into your hips as he jerks you to meet his bruising thrusts.

“What do you think, Father?” Kyojuro’s jovial tone makes you freeze and the sweat which has begun to cling to your skin turns cold. “Is the view better than you imagined?”

Instantly you jolt up, clinging to Kyojuro’s massive frame in an effort to keep yourself concealed.

A dismissive scoff sounds from a distant corner of the study. “It certainly isn’t worse.”

Dread curdles in your stomach as Kyojuro’s father steps out of the shadows. His face is hard and severe, even as he draws closer to the fireplace adjacent to his desk, the light of the flames offering no warmth.

You begin to squirm against Kyojuro, who is bewilderingly still buried snugly inside your warmth. Your anxious little taps against his chest, his shoulders, however, do nothing to spur him into action, no matter how you urge him away.

“Now, now, my Flame,” your fiancé tuts, quelling your protests with a warning thrust, shallow, but firm enough to cease your squirming. “You cannot deny you’ve been tempting him.”

Across the richly manicured office, the elder Rengoku’s eyes burn in silent agreement.

“In fact, I seem to recall you mentioning how fuckable you thought he still was.”

Your mouth falls open in horror. Not only was it an exaggeration of what you’d actually said (he could still get it, don’t you think?), but you’d said it to tease Kyojuro. In private.

“And I think we both know this little dress of yours was intentional. You know how we love red.”

Shane burns in your cheeks. You did. You’d worn the red sundress to bait your fiancé, but you’d also done it knowing the significance of the color red in the Rengoku family. And while your comment about the fuckability of the family’s patriarch had mostly been lighthearted, some part of you had always been curious.

Perhaps Kyojuro was right; maybe you’d been enticing the senior Rengoku just as much as you had his son.

But there’s a faint tinge of jealousy in Kyojuro’s tone that has your heart thumping madly against your sternum. It’s the kind he rarely showed even when you were openly flirted with in front of him, whether the two of you were out on a romantic dinner or simply running errands together. A sort of dominance that only ever manifested when Kyojuro perceived a threat — a person whose eyes lingered too long, or when someone simply got too close for comfort.

It is that possessive anger which shows now that his competition is his own father. Perhaps he is hoping the elder will be exactly that — an old man, limited in his age and unable to satisfy you the way Kyojuro knows how. Though, from your blushing once-over of Shinjuro’s form where he waits across the study, you quietly think perhaps Kyojuro has underestimated his father. While he may indulge in his stash of fine alcohol too often, Shinjuro remains agile as ever, his body, strong.

Your curiosity flames, lashing at you until it can no longer be ignored. For every way Kyojuro’s personality contrasted heavily with his father’s, you could not help but wonder whether that opposition continued in other areas. Namely, the way Kyojuro’s switch flipped the second you got him alone, riled up and heated was in diametric opposition to his ordinarily warm and sweet disposition.

Because, no matter how gentle and kind and warm Kyojuro was, rile him up enough and he turned into a downright fiend when left alone with you.

Shinjuro, in contrast, was anything but sunny and cheerful. At best, he was a crass old man with a habit of letting alcohol loosen his already too loose tongue. Assuming consistency was a variable in play, perhaps that meant he would be softer; more gentle.

Despite your embarrassment at having been discovered, you cannot deny your own longing.

Kyojuro grinds once more into you before withdrawing from your heat entirely. You wince at the loss of his warmth, fingers clawing at air to bring him back, to cover you with the safety of his body once more, but he only steps aside.

“If you’re gonna fuck in my house, little girl, then you’re gonna have to abide by my rules.” Shinjuro’s voice carries that deadly sort of authority you’d only ever heard him assert when dealing with business, and it’s severe enough that you find your spine straightening in answer. “And I believe in sharing.”

Your mouth falls open as though you have any basis to protest when you’ve been caught red-handed, but Shinjuro cuts you off.

“That’s my rule from now on.” He looks to his son. “You fuck her in my house, then it’s free use. That includes your brother, once he’s an adult. Don’t like it? keep it in your fuckin’ pants.”

Shinjuro’s attention slides back to you, and a sharp flutter shoots through the pit of your stomach at the leering desire in his eyes. “And I don’t care if you’re here visiting with your future kids. I’ll fuck you once they’re asleep.“

Any cautious optimism you had that Shinjuro might embrace the softer side of intimacy flew right out the delicately arched window of his study.

And yet, your curiosity lingers.

Hesitantly, you lower your eyes and see the rigid bulge straining against the seat of his pants. It looks almost identical to Kyojuro’s, but from your quick assessment, it seems his father boasts a greater thickness.

The thought of how that thickness might feel, buried inside your makes, makes your mouth go dry.

Warm, gentle fingers catch your chin. “Only if you want to.”

It is a whisper only meant for you to hear, and suddenly, some of your anxiety eases. You know, by the burning sincerity in his eyes, that if this truly was beyond your realm of comfort, Kyojuro would cut it off without you needing to even utter your safe word.

With a light gulp, you nod, the movement almost as imperceptible as Kyojuro’s eyes become unreadable. But he says nothing more; instead, Kyojuro merely steps away, leaving no barrier between you and his father. Predator and prey.

Self-consciousness has your arm jumping to lock itself over your chest, a futile attempt to conceal what has already been exposed.

Shinjuro stalks silently across the rug, drawing short of where you’re still spread atop the edge of his desk. The shadows dancing along the walls of his study do not conceal the way his tongue flicks out from between his lips, moistening them, the longer he stares between your parted thighs. You clench around nothing under the heat of Shinjuro’s gaze, and his eyes narrow like he knows.

Some of that burning desire tempers as Shinjuro’s eyes flick to your face. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

The abruptness of the question catches you off guard, and you’re shaking your head before you remember to demand why he’s asking in the first place.

Shinjuro’s eyes harden. “You’ve had the nerve to fuck this girl under my roof and you still haven’t knocked her up?” He scoffs, turning his attention back to his son. “I impregnated your mother the first time I brought her here. Have you no shame?”

A quiet anger simmers in Kyojuro’s eyes. “She’s on birth control.”

“No fuckin’ excuse,” Shinjuro pushes past his eldest, his eyes locked between your thighs, still spread wide. “The Rengoku family is known for its virility. You’ve embarrassed that legacy. Go sit down.”

Wordlessly, Kyojuro backs away, his anger burning hotly on his face. He crosses to one of the great, stuffed leather armchairs to the side of the hearth where the fire roars and settles in, his eyes bright.

Shinjuro turns his ire back to you. “You see that ring on your finger? The one paid for with our family’s money?” And your eyes drop to the beautiful engagement ring sitting on your left hand, placed there by Kyojuro. “That’s not just a gift, sweetheart. Deal was you get the ring and you give this family your womb.”

Some fiery, rebellious part of you balks at that, overtakes your own common senses. “The wedding is still a few months away.”

“You think that fuckin’ matters? That ring means you’re part of this family, little girl. And being in this family means pulling your weight.”

He reaches for you then, and it takes a concentrated amount of effort to not flinch away from him, no matter how wetness pools between your legs.

Shinjuro’s fingers curl around your forearm, tugging it away to expose your breasts.

“Not bad.” He clicks his tongue. He palms one in his hand, rolling it, pinching it between rough yet warm fingers, as though testing it. With an alarming swiftness, the tension in your limbs eases, your body turning pliant and supple under his touch, confident and knowing. The faint moans trembling in your throat under your future-in-law’s inspections quickly choke off with a yelp as Shinjuro gives one tit a firm slap.

He smirks. “They’ll be better once you’re good and fat with a kid. What, with your milk and all.” He closes his eyes and shudders. “So fuckin’ sweet. I couldn’t get enough of it with Rukka.”

Shinjuro jerks his head at Kyojuro where he settles into the great leather armchair by the mantle. “He’ll like it, too. Little degenerate, just like his old man.”

He fondles you once more, pulling a small whimper from you that makes him smirk. Shinjuro eyes one of the hickeys near the top of your nipple, left behind by Kyojuro’s earlier attentions and with a faint sneer, he flicks it.

You gasp and arch into him, goosebumps skittering along your skin and you quietly present yourself for more. The way he continues to palm you — rolling each breast in his hand, testing its weight — leaves you with the distinct impression that you’re little more than some prized brooding mare and he, your inspector. That feeling is only amplified when Shinjuro suddenly grabs your hips and forces you back against his desk, maneuvering your body in different positions to see how you bend.

“Arches her back nicely,” he remarks casually, as though discussing something as tepid as the weather. “Feels flexible, too. But none of that means shit if she’s not fertile.”

Shinjuro steps back, his hands planted on his hips, expectant. “Let’s see what we’re working with, girl. On the floor,” When you don’t move, too frozen atop the desk and uncertain of what he’s asking, he nods at the rug. “Go on — present yourself for me. Need to inspect the goods.”

With shaking legs, you lower yourself off the desk. Cheeks flushed with heat, you cast one last, anxious glance at your fiancé. Kyojuro, however, says nothing, his eyes boring into yours as he waits.

You’re doing this; you’re actually doing this. You are willingly lowering yourself to the great, ornate rug sprawled across the floor of the study, knees first, and then your hands, followed by your forearms.

Your heart hammers away at your chest as you wait, ass held high in the air, your cunt on open display. A soft thump of a body lowering itself behind you is followed by rough fingers that spread your ass cheeks, forcing your thighs to shift and widen. The faintest tickle of warm breath fans over your heated, drooling center, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from crying out in desperation.

“Pretty little pussy,” Shinjuro hums with faint appreciation. Two, thick fingers swipe harshly through your dampened folds, spreading your wetness from your clit to your entrance. “Glad he at least knows how to get you warmed up. You’re fucking soaked.”

His fingers circle your opening, pressing against it just enough to make you squirm into the rug, but not enough to alleviate the nearly painful way your cunt continues to flutter and clench around nothing.

“How does she take it — oh,” you can hear Shinjuro’s leering smirk as he slips his finger inside your fluttering entrance. “Sucked me right in. Least she knows what to do when she’s got somethin’ in her.”

He pumps another finger lazily into you as you moan your encouragement. “Does she taste as sweet as she smells?” Shinjuro’s voice is faintly hoarse as he addresses his son.

There’s a pause that seems to stretch on for an eternity. “Sweeter.” Comes Kyojuro’s answer, strained, though you cannot see his face from where his father has crowded you into the rug. “Father —“

“I ain’t gonna taste her.” Shinjuro brushes off your fiancé’s warning, flippant. “Don’t need to. She’s ready for a good breeding, I can tell just by the smell of her.” A sharp slap of a hand against your sex pulls a yelp from you, and yet you can’t stop from wiggling your hips in a silent plea for more. “But you have failed your duty in bringing about the next generation of our family. You both have.”

There’s a rustle of clothing behind you followed by the distinct click of a belt buckle. “So I’m correcting it.”

Shinjuro’s fingers find your clit again, his quiet signal that he is addressing you even though he turns your brain to mush beneath his expert touch. “Looks like I’ve gotta show my boy how to properly breed a woman, since he’s yet to put his brat in you.”

Your stomach clenches. If not for Shinjuro’s leg wedged thickly between yours, keeping you spread for him, you would’ve pressed your thighs together in anticipation.

Shinjuro shifts behind you, pushing his pants down past his knees. Your curiosity is too great to resist, and slyly, you throw a glance over your shoulder, eager to see if your predictions about the Rengoku patriarch’s endowments ring true.

Before you can confirm, a rough, demanding hand ensares itself in your hair. With a hard shove, Shinjuro forces your head down, deepening the arch in your back. Behind you, Kyojuro makes some faint noise of discontent at his father’s roughness with you, but he does not interfere.

“I can only assume it’s ‘cause he’s not fuckin’ you properly. That’s what happens when you spread your legs for boys. They don’t know what you need.” He lines his tip up with your entrance. “Need a man to fuck you right.”

With a single, deep thrust, Kyojuro’s father bottoms out inside you.

He does not bother to give you time to adjust to him; he’s moving before you manage to choke out a small sound of surprise, one that’s lost to the fierce smacking of skin meeting skin.

“You need to— fuck — her — like — this —“ Shinjuro grinds out, each word punctuated with a sharp slap of his pelvis against your rear. The fat of your ass jiggles with every lurid thrust, and the elder Rengoku’s balls — heavy and full of cum that you know he’s going to insist on unloading inside you — smacks against your clit in time with his movements.

A responsive moan vaguely registers to your right, and with great effort, you turn your head toward the sound, eyes squinting through the stray strands of hair that have fallen over your face.

You spy Kyojuro, seated in the great leather armchair by the study’s fireplace. His cheeks are pink and his eyes are bright as he watches where his father appears and disappears into your body. In his hand is his cock. Its tip matches the color of his lips, parted as he pants against the languid pumps of his fist.

Shinjuro must catch sight of his son too, and it only spurs him to move faster; harder. “You like looking at her while she gets fucked, don’t you?”

You crane your neck further to watch for your fiancé’s answer, but a pointed slam of Shinjuro’s cock deep into your warmth forces your eyes back into your head. The stretch from him is incredible and unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, even with Kyojuro; a burning fullness that is almost as uncomfortable as it is pleasurable.

Kyojuro must nod, for his father only scoffs in dismissal.

“Yeah, I see why. She’s a pretty fuckin’ thing, isn’t she?” A harsh slap of his hand against your ass nearly sends you jolting forward. “Bet you treat her like a little princess; too delicate to handle a good pounding.”

If you weren’t so fixated on the way your breasts scrape against the coarse rug beneath you in a dizzying blend of pain-tinged pleasure, you might have laughed. Kyojuro was an adventurous lover, and a considerate one at that. But that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to pin you down and fuck you when you wanted him to. Though, even Kyojuro’s roughest moments did not compare to the way his father now brutally fucked you into the floor of his study, his cock fat and heavy; as hard as steel.

Unlike Kyojuro, there is nothing loving about this; no tenderness. Shinjuro’s movements are nothing more than pure domination. He is not demanding your submission; he is forcing it.

The conversation between father and son is accompanied by a score of wet, sticky slaps of Shinjuro’s hips against your ass and the tiny little oh! oh! ohs! that you whimper into the rug. You soon find it impossible to fix your gaze on anything other than the diamond sitting delicately on your left ring finger; the way it glints and shines in the firelight as your fiancé’s father fucks you harder into the floor.

“That’s where you’ve gone wrong, boy. Fertile little things like this don’t want to romanced.” One broad, rough hand snaked up your spine to grip the nape of your neck, pushing your head down hard into the rug. “They want to be used.”

Shinjuro laughs, a harsh, jeering sound. “Just wanna be fucked stupid, isn’t that right?” His fingers tighten around your neck, commanding your attention despite the way he’s fucking your brain numb. “You just want someone to pump a baby into you. You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?”

The skin of your kneecaps burn from the way they scrape against the rug under your future in-law’s unyielding pace, and it’s because of that stinging pain that you’re able to ground yourself enough to manage a single, jerky nod of your head.

“Tch. Then why are you on birth control?” Shinjuro growls between vicious, forceful thrusts, his pelvis slapping hard against your backside. “You holding out on this family?”

Shinjuro draws nearly all the way out before he slams back into you, the blunt head of his cock bullying right up against your sweet spot. A slew of profanities pour from your mouth into the rug below, and your toes curl violently as he shifts his hips forward and keeps himself pressed right against it, stilling his movements.

You want to howl; he’s pushed right against the most sensitive part inside your body, one that Kyojuro knows will have you making a mess of both yourself and him after only a few grazes. And yet, his father, the bastard that he is, has the head of his cock jammed right against it, with seemingly no inclination of moving anytime soon.

Nor does he seem to care how you writhe and whimper into his rug, either. Your legs vibrate against the floor, and your hips move of their own volition, desperate for relief, but Shinjuro’s hold on your neck strengthens.

It’s torture and he must know it. “Answer me.”

“Not ready!” You gasp, your hands balling into fists against the carpet, your nails biting into your palms as the throbbing deep in your cunt becomes nearly excruciating. “We said — ngh — we said we weren’t ready yet!”

You cry out at the sting of a hand smacking hard at your ass. “You’re marrying into an old family, sweetheart.” Shinjuro spanks you again, and tears spring into your eyes. Yet, despite the pain, you only throw your hips back, desperate for more. “Money ain’t a concern. Your job is to birth the next generation of Rengokus.”

Despite his admonition, Shinjuro resumes his movements, easing back into his previous pace as though he hadn’t paused to start. You nearly cry out in relief, your hips circling and grinding against him for more, just more.

“Doesn’t matter, now. Don’t worry, you pretty little thing. You’ll be begging me to put a son in you soon enough. But until then —“ a rough, bruising hand snakes its way into your hair, balling it between his fingers. Shinjuro jerks hard on your head before he mashes it into the rug below, your cheek chafing against the rough carpet. “I don’t want to hear a damn word out of you. My son needs to be taught a lesson.”

Your eyes strain to seek out your fiance once more. Kyojuro’s blush has deepened to a fierce crimson, though his eyes darken at the way his father shoves you down into the floor.

Kyojuro is a passionate lover; while he can and does fuck you hard, he always keeps well behind the line between rough sex and cruelty. His father, it seems, toes that boundary far more closely. You can tell this bothers your beloved fiance by the hard set of his jaw and the wait his teeth grit together.

And yet, as the noises pouring from your mouth out of you slide from high-pitched, breathy whimpers to deep, sultry moans, and the study fills with pointed wet schlicking sound as the Rengoku patriarch continues fucking you without mercy, Kyojuro does not interject.

His hand only tightens around his cock; the tempo of his movements, only growing in speed.

Shinjuro’s grip on your neck loosens before his hand pulls back to rejoin the other at your hips. A low whistle blows past his lips. “If only you could see the way she’s creamin’ all over me, Kyojuro — filthy thing loves being used.”

He grunts appreciatively as he jerks you back to meet his rapid movements. “Does she always make this mess on you?”

A deep, rumbling groan is Kyojuro’s only answer, and his father chuckles.

“I figured. Look at her, suckin’ me in like this. Practically beggin’ me to fuck a child into her.”

A sharp smack cuts through the air like a knife, the skin of your ass stinging as Shinjuro cocks his hand back and spanks you again. Harder and harder he rides you, and the bruising ache blooming between your thighs is one you know you’ll feel for days.

Shinjuro’s next thrust is forceful enough that it lays him nearly flat against your back, his chest heavy and hot, dampened with sweat. The coarse hair covering his sternum scrapes at your shoulders as the elder Rengoku tightens his hold on your hips.

“You picked a ripe one, Kyojuro, I’ll give you that. Pretty little cunt like this was meant to be filled.” A hand winds under you, and Shinjuro’s palm presses flat against your lower belly. “With hips like this, she was made to give this family more sons.”

“Pussy is even better pregnant.” Shinjuro declares to no one in particular, his whiskey-tinged breath hot against your ear. “All the hormones and shit. Makes things tighter. Wetter.” You twitch violently into him as his thumb glides harshly over your clit. “More sensitive too. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

“You want her pregnant, don’t you, Kyojuro?” And before his son can answer, Shinjuro snorts. “Yeah, you do. Bet you’ve even beat off to the image of it — her all fat and swollen with a kid, tits leaking, pussy sweeter than wine. I know I would.”

Beads of sweat roll down the thick planes of Shinjuro’s chest and abdomen, staining your back. Each jolt of his body into yours produces a wet thwap that joins the lewd squelching your cunt as it gushes around his cock, as his body suctions to yours.

Teeth, sharp and brutal, nip harshly at your neck. “I like to think I’ve spoiled my boys, Y/N.” Your future in-law growls lowly in your ear. “They may not agree. But they didn’t want for nothin’. And I still like to indulge ‘em, every now and again.”

Shinjuro’s rough hand reaches under you to palm at your tits. “You love being a big brother, don’t you, Kyojuro? How about I put a new baby brother in your fiancé’s womb for ya? How’s that for a gift?”

You clench hard, your stomach nearly convulsing at how tightly you grip onto the thick cock bullying relentlessly into you right as Kyojuro looses a great, cracked moan.

“What my boy wants, he gets.” Shinjuro sounds so casual as he peels himself off you, straightening back up on his knees. One hand moves to press down on your lower back, deepening the arch of your spine until your ass returns to its position high in the air.

His grip on your hips tightens with bruising force as he resumes jerking you back to meet his movements. “You ready to beg yet, sweetheart? You gonna let me breed this tight little cunt? Give your fiancé a new brother to spoil?”

You hardly recognize any of the sounds pouring out of you, unable to concentrate on anything but the way the ache in your groin deepens, your desperate need to be filled becoming damn near painful.

Behind you, Shinjuro chuffs through gritted teeth. “Yeah, you’d like that, huh? You’d love walking around, plump and round with your father-in-law’s bastard, wouldn’t ya? It’d be your dirty little secret.”

There’s a frenzy to his movements now, the more Shinjuro becomes lost in his own fantasy. His balls slap harshly against your clit, the coarse thicket of his hair scraping against your raw flesh as the coil in your stomach begins to tighten. “Everyone would see you and my boy together and think such lovely things; a new family starting out. No one would know — no one would guess that you were pregnant because of how much you like bending over for your fiancé’s old man to let him breed you like the sow you are.”

The image of it — of you, attending some fancy gala with Kyojuro, happy and glowing while his father’s baby grows steadily in your stomach — has you throwing your hips back, circling and grinding with a desperation that makes your fiancé’s father laugh, harsh and bitter.

The sound only makes you clench harder around him. God, you need it; him, of all fucking people.

Shinjuro.

“Please, please, please —!” The request rolls freely off your tongue before you can think the better of it. Across the room, Kyojuro cries out, as wanton and desperate as you.

“Please,” Shinjuro mocks. “Please what?”

“A baby — give me a baby, please! Oh please please —“

“You want to give me another son, huh? Fucking mine isn’t enough for you?”

“Yes!” You sob, the skin of your cheek burning where it mashes against the rug, but you’re far too gone to care. “A son, please, oh please put a son in me! I want to be good, let me be good —“

You’ll do it, you’ll give the Rengoku family as many heirs as they need to know your worth; to know that Kyojuro made the right choice when he got down on one knee and presented you with a ring worth more than your own salary.

“Bout damn time you see things our way,” Shinjuro growls, and he shifts forward, planting one foot by your knee. “I’ll stuff you full.”

He bends over you again, his chest forcing your back to flatten, and you nearly drool at the coarse prickle of chest hair where it rubs between your shoulders.

The scent of woodsmoke and fine whisky clouds your head. “Tell me, do you think my son will still fuck you even while you’re carrying his brother?” Shinjuro’s eyes dart to where Kyojuro sits, his head thrown back and thighs spread wide as he pumps himself, a deep, drawn-out moan rumbling in his chest.

Shinjuro conceals his grin against the side of your head, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “Yeah,” he chuckles. “Yeah, I think he will. Your pussy’s too fuckin’ sweet to resist, isn’t that right, Kyojuro?”

“Yes.” Comes Kyojuro’s single reply, little more than a strained groan.

It’s too much; the obvious need in your fiancé’s voice coupled with the way his father so ruthlessly pumps into you, his cock stretching and filling you so perfectly as he hammers away all the right spots forces your eyes back into your head, your fingers clawing at the rug chafing your skin raw. The pressure in your stomach mounts until you feel almost ready to burst, every inch of you trembling as you wait for that familiar coil to spring.

Shinjuro swears lowly, once, sensing just how close you are to breaking apart, before he recovers.

“Just think, boy.” He calls out to his son, his voice boastful despite how he clenches his jaw. “Once her milk comes in, we won’t have to take turns having a taste. All we gotta do is sit her between us and each take a tit. Fun little father-son bonding. Whaddya say?”

Your eyes fly open. The image of it — of you straddled between the two Rengokus, both mouthing hotly at your swollen, aching breasts while your stomach sits round and full with a child that might have been fathered by one as much as the other — is your undoing.

Somewhere in the depths of the Rengoku ancestral estate, Kyojuro’s brother sleeps. You can only hope that his slumber remains peaceful, given the loud, cracked scream that rips free from you, burning your throat as your climax slams into you like a freight.

The coil in your stomach does not unwind; it explodes, blows apart in a mess of shrapnel capped with prolonged cry as your walls squeeze around your lover’s father’s thick, demanding cock.

“Oh fuck, she’s good,” Shinjuro throws his head back, eyes rolling into his head at the way your cunt seizes around him like a vice. “Harder, Y/N. Your father in law wants you to cum fuckin’ harder.”

One hand unlatches itself from its bruising grip at your hip, curling under you. Shinjuro pinches your clit firmly between the roughened pads of his fingers and your stomach seizes. A violent spasm of hot, searing pleasure rips sharply through your groin, sparking gush of sticky fluid to spring forth and coat the rug below.

“Daddy!” You cry out, too fucked out of your mind to fully register what has escaped your mouth; the slip you’ve made.

Daddy is reserved for Kyojuro — and under specific circumstances. Only after you’d been your most difficult, your most rotten, such that Kyojuro knew you were baiting him, waiting for him to pin you down and give you exactly what you wanted and set you right. Only after you were looking up at him through glassy eyes, so unbelievably fucked out of your head did the word Daddy ever leave your lips.

In a way, you suppose those conditions were present here. After all, it was your fiance who suggested you’d pranced around the Rengoku ancestral estate in your red dress to frustrate both him and his father. And Shinjuro is, in fact, fucking you halfway to hell and back, your brain having nearly liquified in your skull.

So really, he can’t fault you for getting your wires crossed.

“Daddy! Fuck — oh fuck, yes, yes, Daddy, daddy —!”

Kyojuro moans back in response, and that single sound — a ragged, pleasure-delirious thing — only makes you clamp down harder around his father’s thick cock.

“Yeah,” Shinjuro snorts, his laugh dark and cruel. “Yeah, I’m your fuckin’ daddy, aren’t I?”

You continue to howl for him until your voice gives out, quieting down in time with the slow ebbing of your climax, your body turning limp limb by limb. When the last of your orgasm echoes through you, you nearly collapse prostrate into the rug. You would have, if not for the bruising grip of hands latched firmly to your hips, keeping you in place.

You’re only permitted to relax for a moment before Shinjuro decides it’s time for him to make good on his oath to fuck a son into you.

A single, long draw of his hips nearly pulls his cock free of your sopping heat. But before that can happen, Shinjuro’s fingers dig into the fleshy part above your waist and without warning, he slams back into you, hard and brutal.

Air wheezes out of your lungs and you’re forced out of your post-orgasm haze, yanked right from the clouds of bliss and dropped back in the study as he repeats the movement once, twice.

You scramble to find purchase, your arm flailing out before you as you scramble to find purchase. Before you can, however, one rough, callused hand wraps firmly around your bicep, holding you down against the floor. The other snakes to your wrist and wrenches that arm behind your back, pinning it in place at the bottom of your spine.

And Shinjuro fucks you. Hard. Even more so than before.

You’re utterly at his mercy; little more than a toy, bouncing between his body and the floor of his sprawling study as Shinjuro chases his release. Your legs will be rubbed raw with friction, both from the rug beneath your knees and your hamstrings where Shinjuro’s thighs press firmly into yours, his hair as coarse and wild as what grows from his head.

Behind you, the elder Rengoku’s breaths have turned ragged.

“Hold her — fuck — hold her down like this when you cum.”

Whereas Kyojuro’s climaxes are always accompanied by loud, strangled groans, euphoric and lilting, Shinjuro comes with a deep, snarling grunt. With a final, bruising thrust, fiancés father-bottoms out inside you. His hips shove heavily into yours, pushing hard against your ass as he presses his cock as deep as possible. The force of it bends your spine, making Shinjuro distribute half his weight between his hips and his arms where he holds you down. He comes as powerfully as he’d claimed you, his orgasm every bit as punishing and relentless as the rest of him.

Your eyes roll back into your head at the first spurt of his cum, your mouth falling open. Drool leaks from the corner of your mouth, trickling down your cheek and dampening the fibers of the rug.

Deep; your father-in-law’s cock is so fucking deep in you, his cum hot and thick as it coats your womb. Distantly, you hear the pleasured cry of Kyojuro as he reaches his own climax, his seed spilling hot and fast over his fist as he watches his father unload himself inside you.

“Feel me pulsing, doll?” Shinjuro grits through clenched teeth. “That’s me puttin’ our next heir in you.”

The only response you can manage is a faint moan. It takes a moment for you to feel it; the tell-tale gush of cum that always leaks out of you after you’ve been filled, tangible proof of how thoroughly you’d been claimed. And it strikes you that the delay is the result of how deep inside of you Shinjuro had been when he came.

Deeper, you silently concede, albeit begrudgingly, than Kyojuro has ever reached.

But then it comes; a thick trickle of hot fluid spilling over where your bodies are connected, Shinjuro’s balls twitching against your throbbing clit as he continues to unload himself inside you. Dizzy with the pleasure of feeling his cum, so warm and viscous, you cant your hips back into his, mewling your gratitude.

Full; you’re so very full of your father-in-law’s cock and cum. So very sated.

There’s a triumphant exhale behind you, and you don’t need to turn to know Shinjuro wears that self-satisfied smirk of his, the one he always had whenever he successfully trounced his son in front of an audience. His hand releases its crushing grip on the wrist he’d pinned behind your back in favor of rubbing your ass where it circles against his base, though whether it’s out of appreciation for you or a further brag to his son, you can’t say.

The elder Rengoku holds himself in place for a moment longer, ensuring every last drop of his seed is properly deposited into your waiting womb. Only when he’s satisfied nothing remains, does he pull out, not bothering to give you any warning as your body spasms and winces at the loss of his warmth.

The air at your back turns cool, no longer invaded by his lumbering body. A chill snakes down your spine at the sudden draftiness of the study as the sweat glistening along your back and staining your dress cools. Some of your awareness — and your contempt — returns to you as the spell cast over you by Shinjuro dissipates. You focus on each muscle of your body, identifying what you’re still able to love as you prepare to push yourself up from the floor, when two, broad hands latch around your waist.

Shinjuro cares not for your small whimpers and whines as he forces you to turn around on your raw knees, not letting you rest until your rear faces Kyojuro.

“There, that’s a properly bred pussy,” Shinjuro announces with a not-so-gentle smack of his hand against your swollen, dripping folds. “Take a look, son.”

A derisive snort shoves its way through your nose. Of course, it isn’t enough for Shinjuro to have fucked his son’s fiance right in front of him; now he has to show off his work.

But do you resist? Of course not, nor does Kyojuro protest, panting as he comes down from his own high where he sits near the fireplace.

“See that?” Two rough fingers catch a thick bead of Shinjuro’s cum as it slides down your inner thigh. “You want a baby? Don’t let a single drop go to waste. Fingers or your cock, it doesn’t matter — just make sure it stays inside.”

You focus on calming your own breathing, relief settling into your bones as Shinjuro pulls his hand away at last.

A moment passes, undisturbed except for the labor of your mutual breathing, when Shinjuro breaks the silence once more.

“But I’m gonna let you fuck my seed back into her.”

And with that, he leaves you crumpled helplessly on the floor, departing only with a sharp smack to your ass, still held high in the air.

He motions for Kyojuro to move and confounding, his son complies, half-jumping out of the leather armchair in his haste, his pants around his knees. Wordlessly, Shinjuro settles into his seat, one arm folded behind his head, his bicep bulging while his other hand wraps around his drooling cock, still hard and shiny with the combination of your cum and his.

“Go on, boy,” the elder Rengoku juts his chin to where you lay limp on the floor, your red dress pulled down bunched around your waist. He gives himself a firm pump with his fist and his mouth settles into a leering smirk. “Show me what you’ve learned.”

I’ll see you all in hell

[femculiar]

I can be your sanctuary

KPop Demon Hunters (2025)

[redvexillum]

✦⁺₊✩☽⋆𝓢𝓪𝔂 𝓜𝔂 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮⋆☾✩⁺₊✦

CW: p in v, soft

Jinu's buried deep inside you, slow and thick, whispering your name while you struggle to say his. (jinu x hunter!reader)

It was supposed to be a game. Just fun. A filthy, secret arrangement between a hunter and the demon she should’ve killed. Jinu had slipped into your life like a shadow in silk, all smirks, and charm, stealing your breath before you realized how deep you were in.

It could’ve been a love story. Sweet. Poetic, even.

If not for the fact that he was a demon.

And you?

You were this generation’s chosen demon hunter.

You should’ve gutted him the first night. Instead, you let him touch you. You let him whisper lies between kisses and slide into your bed like he belonged there. You convinced yourself it was temporary. Just one more night. Just one more fuck. One more lie. One more reason not to end it.

Now, here you were, beneath him, legs parted and trembling, cunt dripping and stretched tight around his cock as he drove into you like he owned you.

A ragged gasp tore from your lips as he loomed over you, wearing that too-perfect human mask. His skin was smooth and pale, flushed from the friction, and his dark hair clung to his forehead where your fingers had been just minutes ago. His hips rolled slow and deep, each stroke punching a moan from your lungs. You could feel every vein, every pulse of his cock inside you, and you hated how good it felt.

With his cock pushed in to the hilt, his head brushed that soft, sensitive spot deep inside that caused your toes to curl and your back to arch as he leaned in and gave you a slow, wet, and hungry kiss. His canines grazed your lip, too sharp for a human.

You cried out, voice trembling. “F-fuck, hurry up.”

You rolled your hips, chasing the rhythm, chasing the high that would drown out the guilt. Maybe if you came hard enough, you could forget. Just for a moment. Forget that your thighs were wrapped around the enemy. Forget that your soul was supposed to damn his, not crave it.

But Jinu only smiled, cruel and soft. The faint shimmer of his violet mark flickered across his skin, like an echo of truth you didn’t want to see.

“You always get impatient when you're close,” he murmured, voice like warm velvet soaked in debauchery. His cock dragged out slowly, so slow it burned, before sinking back in inch by inch until your pussy swallowed him whole again. “Let me enjoy you. Just a little longer.”

“Basta—”

He cut you off with a low groan, his hips rocking forward until you felt his pelvis grind flush against your clit, sending sparks through your core. You whimpered, and he chuckled darkly against your skin.

Your legs locked around his waist, and you ground against the rough patch of hair at his base, desperate, clit rubbing just right. You were so close you could taste it, feel your walls fluttering in anticipation. You could’ve come if he hadn’t grabbed your hips and stopped you.

“Are you serious?” you gasped, your orgasm teetering on the edge, denied. Your eyes flared open, fury, and desperation twisting in your chest.

Then… you saw it.

Something flickered behind his gaze. A crack in the mask. Not lust. Not smugness. Something else.

Vulnerability.

Before you could speak, he leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours, still buried deep inside you. The moment was so intimate, so wrong, your throat locked up.

He whispered your name like a prayer. Like it meant something.

You froze.

Your thoughts crashed into each other, a thousand voices screaming inside your skull, but not one word made sense. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Only feel.

Then…his lips brushed yours. Gentle. Barely there. A whisper of warmth that lingered like a ghost before he rolled his hips again, slow, deliberate, every inch of his cock dragging against your trembling, soaked walls. He whispered your name under his breath—again, and again, like it was a prayer. Like it hurt to say it, and he said it anyway.

And that…that did something to you.

Jinu had never said your name before. Not once. Not in jest. Not in bed. Not even when you first met. You hadn’t spoken his either. Names were power. Names made things real.

But now, his voice was stripped of arrogance, his usual teasing lilt gone. He sounded bare. Exposed.

His hands slid up your waist, slow and reverent, until they cupped your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks like you were fragile. “Say my name,” he whispered.

You blinked, heart hammering.

“What…?” your voice cracked.

He stilled inside you, cock buried deep, pulsing with restraint. “Say my name,” he repeated, firmer this time, but his touch stayed gentle. Then, softer: he whispered yours again.

His thumb swept under your eye, like he was memorizing the shape of you. And you— You wanted to stay quiet. You should’ve. You knew what it would mean. If you said it now, like this, while his cock was inside you and your bodies were fused in sweat and sin, there’d be no going back. You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore.

It would be real. And real meant dangerous.

But your hand found his face. And you kissed him. Slow. Tender. Devastating.

“…Jinu,” you breathed.

His entire body tensed, then melted. His eyes shone, lips parting into a smile so bright it hurt to look at, and for a terrifying moment, you thought he might cry.

Then he moved.

A sudden, brutal snap of his hips had you gasping. He fucked into you with reckless hunger, with something feral, like the sound of his name on your lips had broken him wide open.

Your hands flew to the sheets, twisting tight as he rammed into you again, and again, burying himself deep enough to ruin you. His cock dragged deliciously against your tender walls, your clit aching each time his hips slammed into yours with sharp, wet smacks. It was filthy. Loud. Animal.

And through it all, he whispered your name over and over, like a prayer, like he wanted to brand it into the moment.

Your moans blended with his, messy and breathless, echoing off the walls, your bodies locked in rhythm, in sin, in something far too close to love.

His mark glowed faintly across his chest and throat, deep violet beneath the amber light that slipped through your window. 

Demon. 

Lover. 

Liar. 

Yours.

“Fuck,” you sobbed, as your legs shook, your body spiralling toward release.

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t.

Your back arched as your orgasm tore through you, a white-hot wave crashing down. Your pussy clenched around him, greedy, milking him. And with a shudder, he followed. Hips jerking, cock twitching deep inside you as he spilled his cum in thick, pulsing waves, burying himself as far as he could go.

Neither of you moved.

The only sound in the room was the ragged cadence of your breathing, your bodies tangled, your souls too close for comfort.

You closed your eyes, chest rising and falling.

You shouldn’t have said his name.

But you did.

Now all the lies you told yourself came apart slowly, gently, and cruelly.

This wasn’t just sex anymore.

You made it real.

And it was going to destroy you.

[crimsonbubble]

jinu and abby using their demonic stamina and endurance levels to run an absolute train over you...

they've got you squished between them, stuffed with both of their cocks. it's a mess of spit, cum, and lube between your thighs. they just keep going and going, loving how you weakly push at abby's chest to lift yourself up only to flop down again as jinu presses himself flush to your back. they find it so amusing that you don't know what to do with all the pleasure you're feeling; run from or to it.

when one pulled out, one pushed in, never leaving you empty. their rhythm was fast, deep as they reached as far as your body would allow. abby held your hips tightly, his marks pulsing under his skin, his nails sharpening little by little. jinu bit into your shoulder, his fangs getting longer as he drilled himself into you, his own marks crawling up his neck. all you could hear was their groans and the wet slap of skin on skin. you can feel them twitching and pulsing as they come again, coating your walls in white again.

they both pulled out of you, watching as their cum leaks out of you in rhick globs, your hole clenching uselessly around nothing. but they didn't soften, not even a little. who knows, they might even gotten harder, but who really knows? you slumped against abby's chest, sleep creeping up your spine. jinu eyed you carefully, a cruel smirk on his face as he tapped his cock against your used hole. they both shared a look, as their breathing slowed down again. they both lifted a hand, landing a harsh smack to your ass. you jolted up, whining as both demons bottomed out again.

"don't tap out yet, princess. we've got a lot of catching up to do."

[luvcaleb]

SECRET TIMES: DESIRE.

nsfw (18+). this is the ovulation talking sorry in advance. today's fic will be a bit different than the usual; the entire piece consists of only dialogue (aka filthy filthy indulgent dirty talk). includes unprotected sex, implied marathon sex, squirting, usage of gege, caleb has a breeding kink (what's new). likes and reblogs will be very appreciated!

“...fuck, fuck, you're too tight— ah, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming—”

“Shit, I came so much...”

“Hey, keep it all inside. Squeeze that pussy for me. Yeah, that's right... fuck... feels so good...”

“Who knew you would be such a slut? Moaning so shamelessly — mm, yeah, move just like that — I could hear you all the way from my room.”

“You didn't... ngh...! Didn't even close the door properly. I could see you fucking yourself on your fingers and making a mess of your sheets. Just like here, see? So fucking soaked. You act all coy but you're a squirter.”

“Haha, did you just cum again? So cute. You're practically cumming every time I thrust. You like it here? Hm? You like it when I rub your clit? Ah, you squeezed me so tightly.”

“Feels good, huh? Should've fucked you a long time ago if I knew you were such a whore. Every time you bent down and I saw your panties, you drove me crazy. I had to jerk off in the bathroom to calm down. If I knew you liked dick so much, I would've just had my way with you right then and there.”

“You're so messy, pips... I'm covered in your juices. Everything's so sticky. But you like it when we get dirty, right? Come on, cum. Cum, cum, cum... shit, there we go. That's a good girl. I love it when you clamp around me.”

“Stick out your tongue.”

“Mm... ngh... more... open your mouth... you taste so sweet... Wanna eat you out again...”

“Do you want it? Want my tongue licking up your wet pussy again? You came so much in just half an hour, haha. Squealing so much when I hadn't even gotten my cock inside you.”

“Mn... so good, you feel so fucking good... Your tits are bouncing each time I thrust inside, hah.”

“Do you think our neighbors heard us? Heard you screaming my name? It felt so good, right? Ah, ah... I wanna stay like this forever, just cumming inside you... Mn... You feel so good around my cock...”

“Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum again. Do you want another creampie? Huh? Gege's going to cum inside you. I'm going to cum so hard, you're gonna get knocked up.”

“Ah, hn, fuck, here it comes... gege's cumming inside... oh, fuck...!”

“Shit, my hips can't stop moving on their own— fuck, take every drop of my cum, baby— yeah, that's right, fuck!”

“Open your mouth, hn, ah... mn... ngh... This feels so good... You're so fucking sexy...”

“One more... Come on, don't pass out on me. We can't stop here, we're going all night.”

“Fuck, you're so full with my cum, it's crazy. You're so fucking hot... gege's gonna plug your hole with his cock, okay?”

“Your clit is so hard, it looks like a small dick. Feels good when I rub it, yeah?”

“Your nipples are so sensitive, lemme suck them.”

“Mn... If I suck hard enough, will milk come out? Haha, I'm just kidding.”

“Hn... ahh... so good... you're so good for me... my pretty girl... all mine... Love it when your pussy sucks my cock back in...”

“Haha, you're so loud. You really want everyone to hear us, don't you? Adam lives just beside us, you know. Poor guy's going to get jealous if he sees you bouncing on my cock. He's always had a stupid little crush on you.”

“Hm? Why would I be jealous? I'm the one fucking you right now. I'm the only one you'll be fucking from now on.”

“You liked that, didn't you? You just clenched around me so tight. Do that again, fuck...”

“Shit, princess, you're dripping all over my balls, haha. So damn messy. Since you already ruined the sheets, I'll make you cum so much, you'll turn crazy.”

“Hah, this pussy was made for me... god, you're so fucking cute...”

“Go on, cum. Gege's gonna ruin you until I'm the only one you can think about.”

[olivedacatto]

id let him breed me

[feminescu]

i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing

[floridakilo]

their daughter

[nanami-luvr]

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

featuring: incubus!gojo x reader x priest!nanami

warnings: sacrilege, tail-fucking (from gojo), corruption kink, degradation, humiliation, coercion, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mentions of female masturbation, hints of a threesome towards the end, very little smut tbh.

sypnosis: you call a priest over in hopes that the demon disturbing you goes away. what happens when he does something else instead?

tagging: @suget @rindough

ᝰ KINKMAS 2021.

were you afraid? were you aroused? there was no way you could possibly pinpoint how you were feeling at the moment. what made your possible fear or arousal worse was the fact that there were two big men with you in your room, one standing before you while the other sat behind you as he held your legs wide open.

well, the latter wasn’t technically a man. he would’ve looked like one if it weren’t for the tail that was inserted deep into your hole.

embarrassment wasn’t even the proper word to describe the position you were held in. it was worse, much worse than that. you wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, shutting yourself out from society for as long as you possibly could.

as if having a tail thrusting in and out of your cunt wasn’t enough, the man in front of you was visibly turned on, despite the fact that he had a rosemary in his hand and seemed to be chanting some sort of prayer.

what was the point in calling a priest over if all he did was stare at you while you got fucked by a demon?

“why are you just standing by, Father? you shouldn’t miss out on the fun things in life.” there’s a hint of mischief in his voice, like he’s goading nanami into making the situation at hand worse than it already is. even without looking, you could already tell that there was a smug look on his face, knowing fully well how tense and suspenseful the atmosphere is. you couldn’t help but squirm around from how deep the tail was buried inside you.

it’s unfair how you had no choice but to accept things from happening, especially since you thought that things would get better the moment you invited the priest in. there was no response from the man standing in front of you. he stood there silently as he tried his very best to look away from the situation that was happening in front of him. if possible, he wanted to run and never look back. sure, he’s had his fair share of coming into contact with sexual demons, but none of them were as provoking as the one holding you captive.

“you’re such a prude Father. it’s okay to let loose once in a while,” he tightens his grip on you as he makes eye contact with Nanami. a squeal escapes your lips while your legs spread further than they originally were, forcing nanami to turn to look at you out of concern.

you’re mortified the moment nanami faces you. he was getting a full view of what was happening in front of him. there’s no denying that you’re turned on, mostly from the way his tail hits that sweet spot inside you that makes you want to cum all over until it drips out of you. you’re trying your best to hold off from cumming too fast but gojo’s tail goes faster whenever he notices you holding your moans in from how good you feel.

“look! she’s a beautiful thing isn’t she? funny story. i was just creeping around the neighbourhood, doing my usual thing, until i heard her sweet little voice crying out for someone to help her.” gojo sounds entertained, even though he knows what exactly happened to you that night.

“at first, i didn’t really care, but curiosity got the best of me. can you imagine my surprise when i saw this little angel here playing with her pussy? naturally, the kindness in my heart took over and i decided to help her out. i think she passed out after cumming once. must’ve been a hell of an orgasm huh?”

it's amusing to him, watching you feel flustered from how he basically exposed you to such a holy man, who was apparently still staring at your pussy. nanami can’t lie. at least he tries not to. he knows he’s turned on, he can’t deny it. but the sight of your glistening cunt under the moonlight is what nearly breaks him. gojo sees the way nanami clenches fist, like he’s resisting the urge to fuck you right then and there, and that’s when he knows that he’s won this game. a plan forms in his head, one that’d make nanami give in to his urges and join him in this sinful act. a smirk plays across his face, deciding to put his plan into action..

“can you cum for me? show him what you can really do, yeah?” he loosens his hold on you slightly as he drags his tail out of your drenched hole. the sound of squelching from your pussy only riles nanami even further as he imagines the things he can do to your pussy if he had the chance. you’re nodding your head frantically, especially since your orgasm feels so near yet so far away. a little more, you think. all you need is a little push off the edge and you’ll feel better.

without notice, he rams his tail back inside you, ensuring that it slams against every sensitive spot. it feels good, too good for you. you’re barely conscious when you begin to cum all over his tail and onto the bedsheet. your eyes roll to the back of your head while your toes curl from the intensity of your orgasm, back arching away from gojo’s chest.

his tail slithers out of you, a thin sheen of your juices covering a small portion of his tail. it shines despite the lack of light, and it makes you bury your face into your hands out of sheer humiliation. you’ve never climaxed this good, even when gojo was with you in the wee hours of the night. perhaps it was the fact that there was someone else there, someone who should not have witnessed what you had just gone through.

your head is throbbing from how hard your orgasm hit you, yet you can feel a warm pair of hands grabbing onto your legs and pushing them upwards onto your chest. your vision is blurry and you can’t make out the figure in front of you, but the shades of blonde strands in front of you gives you a clue as to who it is.

“there you go nanami. she’s all yours.”

[yenayaps]

cw: smut at the end, but mostly crack

im currently thinking about sukuna as an angry little wasp.

he can shape shift ofc, bc in my fics, he will always have a 10 inch spear dangling in between his thick, muscular legs.

anyways, he’s just kind of an unlucky spirit that can only shape shift into smaller creatures. he chooses to take the form of a wasp because people are much more scared of them then they are with ants.. or butterflies. he’s a very pretty butterfly by the way.

he likes his wasp form the most, watching people run away from him brings his little wasp heart joy. he can sting them multiple times too.

it was a warm summer morning when you discover him and his nest on your balcony. it may be a dirty piece of shit to you, but to him? that’s his throne, which is why it’s on sight whenever you step out on to his balcony.

“stupid fucking humans,” is what sukuna usually buzzes to himself whenever he watches you run back into your room, after angrily flying around you and dive bombing toward you.

he doesn’t care if he gets to see your tits through the windows daily, he shows no one mercy.

humans are weak, and annoying. he’s had nothing but bad luck with them. most people treat him like an outcast, then there’s the weird bitches want to fuck him??

disgusting. he rarely takes on his human form.

but there are exceptions! one of them being the day he came back from a long day of tormenting people, to find his entire fucking house missing.

at first he thinks his little mind is playing tricks on him, it’s been a long day. flying after all walks of life is tiring. so he flies around it, eventually catching the lingering scent of the materials he used to meticulously craft his home.

it’s gone. you threw it away. he knows because he sees you on the other side of the sliding glass door, smiling at the way he zips all around the corner he used to take shelter in.

“YOU BITCH,” he seethes with rage, continuously flying into the glass door. “YOU FUCKING BITCH, THAT WAS MY HOME GOD DAMNIT!”

you continue to laugh, because you all you can hear is bzz bz BZZZ bz *tap* bzbzbzBZZZBZ *tap* BZZZZZZZ

who knew wasps could show such strong emotions

“OH YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY, HUMAN??!!? I’LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO LAUGH ABOUT,” he continues to yell while you continue to laugh in his face.

it’s not until a cloud of smoke begins to swirl around him when you stop laughing. your eyes widen in horror as you watch the thing morph into a grown man— a majestic one at that.

6’5, covered in black ink, built like a fucking god. blush pink hair, eyes red and sharp like rubies… 6’5

you freeze and your words get caught in your throat as he swings your balcony door open, continuing to cuss you out.

“YOU HUMANS ARE WHAT’S WRONG WITH THIS WORLD. YOU RUIN EVERYTHING.”

his deep (and sexy) voice takes over every inch and corner of your room as he calls you every name in the book. you don’t truly hear what he’s saying though.

“YOU VILE, DISGUSTING BI—“ he suddenly cuts himself off. “are you actually checking me out right now?”

you nervously laugh, shaking your head while you look up at him, “me? n-no i would never—“

“you are staring at my nipples,” he murmurs through a clenched jaw.

“how disrespectful! i would do no such thing,” you respond pathetically. “im just looking at your… pecks. they’re very… toned,” you reach out and try to poke them.

“DONT!” he slaps your hand away. “I AM HOMELESS NOW BECAUSE OF YOU.”

you can fix that.

“you can sleep here tonight!” you excitedly suggest, earning a frustrated groan out of the man. “besides.. it was going to rain anyways! you would’ve been washed away.”

“tch. it’s summer, dumb girl,” he retorts. he crosses his arms for a second, but then uncrosses them after seeing you stare at his biceps with hearts in your eyes.

“ever heard of june gloom?”

“it’s august.”

“no it’s not,” you lie. “besides, when was the last time you slept on a comfy bed? im sure it’d be a nice change.”

“having my home disappear is not a nice change,” he grumbles, then glances at your fluffy bedding. “…it does look quite comfy.”

he settles down after that and is somewhat domesticated after you offer him a warm dinner. you come to learn his name is sukuna. you also come to learn that he likes cuddles.

he really likes them, so much so that on the 3rd night of sleeping in your bed, he grows frustrated when you don’t throw your leg over him.

“aren’t you forgetting something?” he grumbles, watching you ignore him as you settle into the sheets.

“hm? what are you talking about?”

“your leg. it’s not on me.” he states the obvious.

"my apologies," you smile and throw your leg over him. except you're a little lower tonight and feel something right under where your knee is bent. "oh?"

his brows knit together with a sharp breath. "do you mind?"

"im sorry! did I hurt you?" you ask, there's not an inch of remorse in your question.

"of course that didn't fucking hurt," he lies. "now move your leg up higher."

"of course," you oblige with a smile.

you watch him tense up as you drag your leg up higher, realizing he's even longer than you thought. his moment of peace doesn't last long, soon your tracing circles over his chest.

"you know sukuna, I haven't properly apologized for ripping your little nest out of it's place and stomping on it."

you stomped on it?

he slowly becomes angry all over again after remembering why he was staying with you in the first place.

---

“quit fucking running from it,” he mutters into the shell of your ear, snapping his hips against you. the sound of each powerful thrust cuts through the air, followed by a slow sschlick when he drags his heavy cock out of you.

he has you in the world's meanest arch— ass hiked up nice and high, pulling you back to meet each and every one of his thrusts. he digs his nails into your hips while you grip the sheets, holding on for dear life as he delivers his "punishment".

he fucks you like he hates you, but he lets out the most deep and sinful moans each time you tighten around his unbelievably thick cock. watching the white ring around the base of it thickening makes it all the better.

“kuna– w-wait,” you whine out, trying not to get cut off every time he hits your cervix.

“aww, what’s wrong?” he asks mockingly. he grabs you by your hair and pulls you up, not letting up on his harsh thrusts. “want me to stop?” 

“n-no, i–” you falter, not knowing exactly what it is that you actually want. he wraps his free hand around your neck and begins pounding into you faster.

“that’s what I fuckin’ thought,” he mutters in your ear, you can feel him smirking against you. “you were the one drooling at the sight of my cock like a starved slut, take it.”

you pathetically nod because anything else would’ve come out as a strangled moan– all that can be heard right now is harsh slaps and wet squelches while he continues to drive his cock into you.

his jaw begins to clench as he speeds up, he hasn't had pussy this good in years. the sounds he draws out of you is like music to his ears, especially the ones that come out when he hits your sweet spot at an angle you seem to like.

"fuckin' look at you," he groans. "takin' me so good, bet none of these pathetic human men can fuck you as good as this."

he waits for you to answer, yet there's no response. you're too fucked out from the way his fat tip slides in and out of your gummy walls.

he chuckles and gives a particularly rough thrust, "say it, fuckin' slut."

"n-no," you abruptly whine. "none of them could, feels so fucking good."

"yeah? you like getting pounded out like this? getting ruined by a fucking monster?"

"yes- oh my god- yes, i fucking love it," you cry out, feeling every inch and every vein sliding through you like it's nothing.

of course it's like nothing, this is light work for him. he continues to degrade you, fucking you without a care in the world. meanwhile you're a mess, crying and cumming on all ten thick inches of his cock more times than you could count.

“gonna let me cum in you? fuuuck—want me to fill you up?” he groans, thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier. 

“yes, yes, yes,” you shamelessly beg in between moans. “fuck yes– i want it so so bad.”

“fuck– alright,” he sputters out with a smile, shaking his head– what a slutty little human. 

he lets go of your hair and wraps both arms around your waist, doubling over while keeping up the sloppy pace. his breath tickles against your ear as his groans become needier, whinier. he tries his best not to bite down when he buries his face into the crook of your neck. 

“fuuck,” he slams a hand down onto the bed, holding you both up while he starts pumping you full of his cum. "thaat's it, fuckin take it."

it's so much, it’s begins to seep out of you before he’s even done cumming and he keeps fucking you well after the fact– making your toes curl, crying out his name as he overstimulates you both.

you don’t even remember passing out, let alone what time you fell asleep. the last thing you remember was him praising you for being such a good girl to him– he wore you the fuck out, broke you in like a brand new pair of shoes. 

you're barely even awake the next morning when you feel something long and hard rutting against you.

oh right-- it's sukuna, the wasp turned 6'4 thing that you let stay in your home just because you thought he was hot, ready to fuck you silly, again.

probably wasn't the best move to try to fuck him, definitely wasn't the move to ruin his nest either. will you ever get rid of him? who knows.

and you don't really care when you start to feel him running his tip across your folds, eager to continue last nights activities.

---

notes: do *not ask me what the fuck this is cuz idk either. @indiewritesxoxo im looking at you girl

All rights reserved © 2025 yenayaps. Do not copy, repost, translate, or modify my works in any platform.

[olivedacatto]

this made me crack

[n8dl3art]

I see my man in apron and I go uga buga

[sunshine7queen]

@preciousamethyst @081231

[sukunasuka-deactivated20250505]

more puppy!satoru here

warnings: NSFW🔞, knotting, guided breeding, hybrid puppy satoru and reader (ears, tail, and knot), owner suguru, cucking?, slight dub con (you and satoru don’t know what sex is), threesome elements

when puppy!satoru’s owner, suguru, introduces him to you, he’s ecstatic, tail wagging and thumping on the floor, ears twitching with excitement, the whole works. he lowers himself as to convey that he’s not a threat while he leans in to sniff at your fluffy ear, but before he can even get a proper sniff, your ears pin down, along with your body and you cry out as you hide behind suguru’s legs.

his ears droop into his fluffy hair, he’s so sad that you’re scared of him, likely because he’s much bigger than you. he moves his gleaming puppy dog eyes to look at suguru for guidance or comfort or something but all he gets is a pat on the head and a “just give her time, she’s scared.”

satoru isn’t the most patient pup, and when it comes to you, it’s certainly no different. he wants to do everything with you—play, eat, nap, cuddle while basking in the sun, groom you, and claim your friendship. but no matter how much he tries, you always dart away the moment he steps into the room, tucking yourself safely behind suguru like he’s your personal shield from the big bad wolf.

what frustrates satoru most isn’t just the hiding—it’s watching you melt under suguru’s touch. he’s seen it! you’ll nuzzle into suguru’s lap, tail wagging like you’ve found the most comfortable spot in the world, letting him pet you for what feels like hours.

it’s not fair. he’s a puppy just like you are, maybe a bit older than you but still, why won’t you give him the time of day? every time you lean into suguru’s hand, a pang of jealousy flares in his chest and he pouts all day. he’s determined to win you over, though.

you were adopted for satoru in the first place, a companion to keep him company during the long hours at home while suguru works. but now, satoru’s never felt more lonely. while he spends his days trying to fill the silence, you’ve claimed suguru’s room as your sanctuary, staying there for hours on end until suguru comes home and brings you out.

satoru can’t help but feel bitter when he’s told not to disturb you, that ‘she’ll come out when she’s ready.’ it’s not like he doesn’t understand, but it doesn’t stop the pout from creeping onto his face every time suguru casually reminds him to wait.

but satoru isn’t always a good puppy. he obeyed suguru’s comand at first, but after days of growing frustration, he pushes suguru’s command to the side.

he opens the door to suguru’s room gently, popping his fluffy head in to see you curled up in the middle of the bed, sleeping soundly. a ray of sun is shining on your furry ears as your nose twitches due to whatever dream you’re having. satoru’s will isn’t strong enough to resist a good sunbathing spot, and he’s definitely unable to resist creeping in to get a closer look at you.

you’re a fluffy little thing and you’re much smaller than he is since male hybrid puppies are usually taller and larger than the type you are. he can tell you’re likely younger than he is too, satoru is barely considered a puppy anymore, even if he pouts like one. suguru says that you’re only a few years younger than he is, the perfect fit for him.

satoru understands why you’re so timid—it must be terrifying to be taken from the shelter, placed into a strange home with an unfamiliar human, and to top it off, there’s another hybrid puppy here, one much bigger and taller than you. he can’t imagine how overwhelming all of that must be. but despite your hesitance, satoru can barely contain his excitement. just watching you sleep right now makes his tail wag so fast it practically spins as his ears stand at attention.

slowly and gently, he crawls onto the bed, pausing each time you whimper in your sleep, until he’s lying on his side beside you, facing you. just as he starts to relax, closing his eyes to bask in the warmth of the sun, a soft cry comes from your lips, and he feels the bed tremble beneath him. you must have woken up.

when he opens his eyes, he sees you still in the same spot, but now you’re trembling, your small body shaking with a primal fear. soft whines escape your throat, each one laced with distress, as your wide, panicked eyes lock onto his, like you’re trying to gauge whether he’s a threat. your scent shifts, sharper now—raw and unsettled.

his face shifts into an expression of defeated sadness, his ears drooping low, but even that small movement makes you flinch. he hadn’t even touched you—he was simply lying beside you. he thought you’d understand that if he were truly a threat, he would’ve already sunk his teeth into your neck while you slept, the most vulnerable state you could be in. but he hasn’t hurt you. so why are you still so terrified?

as he watches your trembling, frozen curled up form, his tail can’t help but betray him. despite the sadness in his eyes and the ache in his heart from seeing you so scared, it wags uncontrollably, thumping softly against the bed. he’s doing his best to stay still, to not move in a way that might frighten you further, but his body is overwhelmed with excitement just being so close to you. no matter how much he tries to hold it back, his tail keeps wagging, a clear sign of how desperately he wants to be near you, even if you’re terrified.

you seem to catch sight of the movement of his tail, your eyes flickering toward it with a flash of puppy-like curiosity, but that curiosity quickly fades, buried under the fear that still holds you. but that flicker makes satoru’s own curiosity perk up. he lowers his head even deeper to the bed, pressing the side of his face into the soft surface, his neck exposed in a silent gesture of submission. he’s hoping that by getting as low as he can, he might spark that same puppy-like curiosity in you once more, inviting you to see that he means no harm. he watches you closely, hoping you’ll notice, waiting to see if you recognize the vulnerability he’s offering as a sign of trust.

you do notice his gesture, but the fear still holds you tightly. your hands are clenched into fists against your chest as you remain frozen in the same position on your side, too scared to move or respond. even if you were able to, having been alone in a shelter your entire life, you aren’t sure what he’s wanting from you.

minutes stretch on in the heavy silence, but satoru doesn’t pull back. he stays there, determined to let you get used to his presence, showing you that he means no harm.

slowly, your trembling begins to subside, and seeing the shift, his tail starts wagging faster, a sign of his infatuation. but the movement startles you, and you flinch, letting out a soft cry of fear, growing exhausted with the constant fight or flight in your body. desperate to soothe you, satoru tries with all his might to stop the wagging, his face scrunching up in concentration as he desperately wills his body to stay still.

the moment he hears a giggle, everything changes. his eyes snap open, wide with surprise and curiosity, drawn to the sound like it’s the most wonderful thing he’s ever heard. you seem to think his scrunched up face is funny. it fills him with a rush of happiness so intense that his tail can’t contain itself—it begins to wag wildly, too fast to control. surprisingly, you don’t seem bothered by it at all. in fact, he notices your gaze locked on his tail, as if you’re completely mesmerized by its movement.

one of your hands makes a small, hesitant move toward the direction of his tail behind him, but you flinch, your eyes darting to his face before quickly pulling your hand back to your chest. satoru has to fight every instinct not to whine, desperate for you to touch it if that’s what you want. when you finally realize he won’t make any potentially scary, fast moves if you do, you slowly sit up to sit on your heels and reach your hand toward his tail again, the tentative movement full of careful curiosity.

his tail only thumps harder as your hand moves closer, the anticipation building. your fingertips brush against the soft, furry white hair, almost as if you’re admiring it, and he can’t help but blush. seeing you grow more comfortable with the touch, you cautiously wrap your hand around his tail, giggling again when it tries its hardest to wag within your hold.

after a gentle moment of you softly playing with his tail, as if exploring it, it unexpectedly wraps kindly around your forearm. the sudden movement makes your eyes widen and your face flush sheepishly. you gently release his tail, lying back down on your side, but this time, you don’t seem scared. instead, you blink at him, watching curiously as you take him in without the distortion of fear clouding your eyes.

as much as a blissfully eager satoru wants to stay awake and savor the moment of you observe him, the sun’s gentle warmth spreads over his body, pulling him into a haze of comfort. the soft bed beneath him feels too inviting, and before he knows it, his eyelids grow heavy, surrendering to the peaceful embrace of sleep.

when he wakes, he feels your nose gently sniffing at his neck, soft and hesitant, as if you’re trying not to disturb his sleep but can’t help being curious about him. he’s relieved you don’t notice when he subtly shifts, offering his neck to you just a little more, a silent invitation. you seem to respond to this, your hybrid instincts recognizing the submission, and your nose brushes against his warm skin as you inhale deeply, exploring every inch of his soft neck to capture the full range of his scent. after taking in his neck, you lean down to sniff his clothed chest, only to return to his neck again as if to double check.

if satoru were a cat, he’d be purring contentedly. he finds himself enjoying the sensation of you exploring him, the attention soothing him in a way he hadn’t expected. he melts into the feeling, his eyes closing gently in relaxation, letting himself fully absorb the moment.

when he feels the tentative swipe of your small, wet tongue against his jugular, satoru can’t suppress the soft, happy whine that slips from him, his lower body responding with a twitch of excitement. it’s clear you’re a curious pup, eager to smell and taste him as if trying to understand the full scope of him better, and the gesture fills him with an unexpected sense of being cherished.

you seem to have interpreted his whine as a signal to stop, even though you’re certain you didn’t hurt him with the soft lick. still, you assume he didn’t enjoy it, so you pull away, lowering your chin again, hoping he won’t be upset with you. when satoru opens his eyes and sees you cowering, guilt floods him. he moves toward you, ignoring the flinch you give him, and slowly, carefully, he leans into your space.

you immediately begin to whine under your breath, expose your neck to him, eyes squeezed shut, and a pout on your face. it’s clear you’re interpreting his approach into your space as a sign of dominance since he’s such a big wild looking hybrid, bracing yourself for what you think might come next.

but he doesn’t bite you. instead, he takes a deep sniff of your neck before running his long, wet tongue in a slow, deliberate stripe from your collarbone to your ear. the sensation makes you shudder, your brows furrowing into a pout as one of your hands brushes against his chest that’s leaning into you.

he leans back slightly, watching your reaction closely, trying to gauge your expression to make sure you understand his unspoken message—that you’re allowed, even encouraged, to lick, touch, or sniff him as much as you want, and he won’t hurt you.

you wear a flustered, surprised expression, and he chuckles softly, playfully nudging your jaw with his nose. he knows you might see him as a potential leader of the ‘pack,’ but that doesn’t matter to him—he’s not interested in asserting dominance. all he wants is for you to feel safe around him so you can spend time together.

you nudge him back very softly with a small smile before you give his jawline a gentle lick in acknowledgement.

he smiles in utter appreciation, accepting your lick with pride. your eyes take in his face, confirming for the last time that he’s harmless before suddenly— without warning, you push him down onto his back, basically jumping on top of him with your face shoved into his neck. the sudden shift catches him off guard, and he lets out a surprised grunt when his back hits the bed, stunned by your sudden playfulness.

you’re straddling him, your nose buried in his neck, ears, hair, shoulders, and chest, as if you can’t get enough—whining in poorly contained excitement that’s impossible to hold back. he feels your tail curl around his upper thigh, your hands placed on either side of his body, pressing into the bed. he’s in pure bliss, loving every second of it as you switch between sniffing and licking, both of you with your eyes closed in contentment, as if you’re grooming him or simply showering him with affection.

you seem to lose yourself in his taste, licking every inch of his neck, some strokes gentle, others a bit more intense. then, you move to his jawline, then the side of his face. his eyes flutter open when you simply kitten lick over his lips just briefly with the tip of your tongue before retreating to his collarbones for the more thorough licks, a hint of shyness creeping in when it comes to his lips.

his shirt is in the way, preventing you from getting to his bare chest, but your impatience and affection drive you to move back up, eagerly retracing the spots you’d already wetted. you even add a few playful nibbles, and he can’t help but hum with amusement, tilting his neck toward you in silent encouragement, urging you to continue.

eventually, you begin to slow down, likely growing tired, and in response, he starts to lick you back, offering his own gesture of thanks.

you groom one another for what feels like hours, until your scents are combined completely and you both fall asleep cuddling in the sun with a newfound sense of companionship.

~

now, you won’t leave him alone, but he’s not complaining. wherever he goes, you’re right behind him, or directly in front of him. if he sits, you plop yourself right into his lap, curling up against him. when he lies down, you’re right there on top of him, taking up every inch of his space. even when he wakes from a nap, you stretch dramatically in a downward dog, purposely pushing into him and knocking him over before taking the opportunity to collapse right back onto him, drifting off to sleep once more. mealtime doesn’t escape you either; you’re always right by his side, mirroring his every move. and when he’s bathing, you’re there too, splashing around, your puppy instincts kicking in as you even use your tongue to ‘help’ him clean, despite the soap and water in the mix making you stick out your tongue in disgust.

playing together is easily one of your favorite times of the day. you both often wrestle, chase each other in a playful mock predator-prey game, tackle little puzzles suguru sets up before he leaves, and do so much more, always finding new ways to have fun.

just like every other day, like routine, you’re now wrestling on the living room floor after a long nap together. satoru always takes it easy on you since you’re a younger pup and much smaller, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he accidentally hurt you. but satoru likes to play rough, it’s not his fault, it’s instinct, he just wishes you didn’t perceive it as a real threat.

but as he’s got you pinned down, one of his play bites causes you to whine in fear, triggering your prey like instinct, and you immediately squirm out of his hold to roll onto your back and expose your belly. you pull your shirt up to your ribs and tilt your neck, wearing a tightly close eyed expression. seeing this, he grows a bit frustrated realizing it’s not apart of playtime— you’re offering submission once again.

he growls lowly under his breath as he leans into your exposed tummy, his growls continuing as his tongue gently licks at your soft skin. it’s his way of expressing frustration with your constant need to show him you’re submissive, a non-threat to his dominance, all while still trying to convey his affection.

he wants you to see him as your equal—you’re friends. friends who can wrestle, play, and play bite each other without the fear of one being seen as a looming, dangerous wolf. even if he might seem that way next to you, he wishes you could see past the size difference and realize that, at heart, he’s just another playful pup like you.

you whine and whine, your tummy twitching as he licks at it, but when your legs shift open mid-lick, his head tilts in slight confusion. he pauses, sitting up to observe the movement and make sense of it. you’re lying on your back with your legs open, your underwear exposed, since you usually only wear one of suguru’s large shirts with his scent on it and a pair of underwear—after all, you never really leave the house anyway.

he sniffs the air, curiosity piqued when he notices the sudden change in the aroma of the room, and follows the scent with his nose leading him, down to your underwear, where a damp patch catches his attention. his confusion deepens when you whine softly, your body reacting to the sensation of his nose brushing against it. it’s an intense scent, one that smells like the purest form of you, and it stirs his instincts to want for a taste.

so, he listens to his desire, lapping at it without much thought since he’s already groomed nearly every inch of you during your sunlit cuddles. as soon as he does though, you gasp, whining louder, instinctively pushing your hips closer to his face, urging him to continue. but you don’t need to ask—satoru is more than eager to taste this new part of you, to indulge in your scent and flavor until he gets full on it.

he grows quickly unsatisfied with his position beside you, leaning down with his face in between your legs. he maneuvers himself until he’s lying on his tummy and his face is stuffed into your undies instead, all while never allowing your clothed folds to be without his constant tonguing for one second.

any thought of why he even started licking your tummy in the first place is gone just as quickly as his instincts kick in and his unneutered cock twitches to life.

he’s slathering at the, now translucent, gusset of your panties in every way he can, soft and slow, long and hard, quick and short— and you seem to love it. you’re whimpering and crying out in a way he’s never heard from you before, your hands gently pawing at his hair and ears, massaging them as if you’re expressing your gratitude for what he’s doing.

your legs begin to shake, and even though he’s thoroughly lost in you, he grows a bit concerned and he pulls his head away, only to grow surprised when you whine out loudly in protest and push his head back into the in between of your legs to continue. his dominant wolf instincts makes him growl when forced into any position by a puppy like you, no matter how much he likes you. you whine a bit in frustration before slowly sitting up and leaning down to eagerly nuzzle and lick his face, as if to tell him, ‘i’m sorry, it just feels so good, i can’t help myself.’

he accepts your unspoken apology with closed eyes, enjoying the feel of your tongue on his face before returning to your needy pussy, his actions driven purely by instinct, as if it’s his duty to fulfill what his submissive puppy desires from him while simultaneously indulging his own yearning for the taste of you.

when your panties became so thoroughly soaked from his slobber that they grow loose, his tongue incidentally nudges it to the side, and that first slide of his tongue on your bare, sticky, throbbing labia makes you both moan loudly.

your grip on his ears almost hurts as he explores your folds with his mouth and very wide, curious eyes. he looks like a kitten tasting milk for the first time.

his tail is flicking and thumping energetically behind him, like a drumbeat of pure joy, as he feasts. his hands instinctively move to push your thighs painfully apart as to gain as much access as he can. he’s whimpering against you, caught between delight and pain because his cock is throbbing agonizingly but he doesn’t understand why.

satoru just won’t let up, not needing any kind of break with such a strong stamina that something akin to fireworks erupt within you. you release the loudest, messiest cries he’s ever heard, a slick, gooey pool leaks out of you while your pussy twitches. neither of you realize yet that you’ve just experienced an orgasm.

he’s never licked something up so fast in his life, ignoring the sounds of overstimulation coming from you. when you tug harshly at his hair, trying to pull him away, he growls fiercely, latching his mouth fully onto your entire labia and suckling it as if to claim ownership, making it clear you have no control in the matter. even he’s shocked by the intensity of his desire to assert his dominance.

he shoves his tongue deep into your body with his mouth still attached. he surprises himself when he breaches your hole because he didn’t even know you had one apart from your lower hole. he simply followed the source of the yummy slick and pushed past your entrance with one big push.

he grows addicted to the feeling of your bumpy walls against his long muscle quickly. he’s suckling on your labia and clit with his entire mouth as his tongue writhes around inside of your hole, all while his eyes roll back into his skull. he doesn’t even mind the way you’re squirming under him because nothing could unlatch the hold his jaw has on you now.

you feel completely claimed in every part of your physical being. you’re unable to decide if you fucking love feeling owned by the larger dominant wolf or if you want him to stop and give you mercy because of how sensitive you are. your legs are twitching and so limp that you’re unable to hold them up even if satoru’s hands weren’t holding them down.

eventually, he starts to feel guilty seeing the clear exhaustion on your face, so he releases his grip, slithering his tongue out of your hole and exposing the indents of his teeth. as he sits up, your legs snap shut hard. when he tries to lean in, nuzzling the side of your head in an attempt to show affection and regret for going too far, you push him away with a soft whine, causing him to pout in response.

eventually, after he whines and paws at your back enough, you allow him to lie behind you, curling into your back and holding you close. he doesn’t fully understand what just happened or what it means, but he feels an unshakable bond with you and an even stronger urge to protect you. the only downside is the throbbing, painfully persistent hard-on he’s left with— an irritating feeling until it finally subsides.

~

after that life altering moment where satoru unknowingly ate your pussy to completion and then more, he seemed to have unlocked your heat.

satoru’s ear flops as his head tilts in confusion, his curious, bright eyes fixed on you as you move strangely in front of him—stretching deliberately and even pressing your ass into his space a few times. you’re just as baffled as he is, unsure why you feel so hot and needy or why you’re desperate for satoru to be as close to you as possible.

you let out a frustrated whine when satoru continues to ignore your attempts at whatever it is you’re trying to convey, because he genuinely has no idea what you want. it starts to grate on him, until he finally lets out a low growl to make you stop, even if it leaves you looking a little dejected. feeling a twinge of guilt, he gives your leg a quick lick as a quiet apology before laying back down.

it’s only when suguru comes home and finds you on all fours—back arched and an unmistakable look of painful need on your face—that satoru perks up, finally paying closer attention now that suguru is here to notice your strange behavior and potentially give him context clues.

suguru rubs at your ears as he kneels in front of you and you keen into his palm happily as he tuts at you, “someone’s finally ready to mate.” satoru has no idea what that means, but it seems to be a good thing because your owner has a happy look on his face.

before satoru fully processes what’s happening, suguru is guiding both of you into your room and toward your shared bed. he gently lifts your standing form into a bridal hold, like you’re extra fragile right now and lays you down before encouraging you to settle into that same doggy position. he huffs in amusement and coos when you nuzzle into his touch, like you’re showing him appreciation for taking care of you, even though you don’t even know how he’s planning to alleviate that irritating heat within you.

with care, suguru pushes up your oversized shirt until it’s pooling on your mid section and slides your panties down your legs, revealing the area satoru had devoured just the day before. the sight and your scent growing ever stronger makes his cock jump at the memory.

suguru glances at satoru with an expectant look, lightly tapping your ass cheek a few times. satoru blinks in confusion, unsure of what’s being asked of him. after a few more encouraging taps and a gentle “come on, boy, come here,” satoru hesitantly moves closer to your behind, nosing at suguru’s hand as it taps your ass, as if to ask for clarification. he gives a few tentative licks to it with eyes on suguru, waiting for a telling gesture or command. he explores down to the familiar space between your legs, drawing on his experience from the other day to try and interpret suguru’s command. when your whine fills the room at the sensation and suguru praises him with a warm “good boy,” his tail wags enthusiastically, and his ears twitch in delight.

“wait—up, up!” suguru commands encouragingly before satoru can lean back in to lick it again. satoru’s confused but he still attempts to obey. he shifts to hover over your body, his hands planted firmly on the bed beside yours as his chest presses against your back.

“yes! good boy!” suguru praises the second satoru gets on top of you, “make her feel better, satoru. you can do it, smart boy.” suguru gently pulls satoru’s sweatpants down before sitting back and watching expectantly.

satoru turns back to you, nuzzling the side of your head before using one hand to gently pull your hair aside, wanting to see your face from the side he’s leaning on. he studies your expression, trying to gauge how you’re feeling about all of this confusing stuff, and when you turn to look at him, the pout on your face makes him give you a sympathetic whine. he softly licks your cheek, sensing your discomfort which in turn, brings him discomfort.

he nuzzles his face against yours to comfort you, and you rub back sweetly. but then, you start to rub your behind against his bare cock hanging between his legs and his ears perk up at the feeling.

“thaaats it satoru,” suguru praises, making satoru’s tail wag, “you know what to do.”

his hips begin to grind against you, sloppily rubbing his cock onto your thigh, ass, and sometimes brushing against your labia. he quickly becomes aware of how mildly pleasant the sensation is, and he can tell you’re enjoying it as well, especially when he rubs at the wet soft place between your legs. he tries his best to aim at that spot, hoping he can help you feel better somehow like suguru is encouraging him to do so.

satoru’s gyrating hips start to grow harsh as he lets out hums into your ear. yearning for more, his escalation makes you whimper, bracing your hands against the sheets to keep yourself up and steady.

that’s when satoru feels suguru’s hand around his semi hard cock, aiming his tip until its just barely nudged into your folds and saying little words of encouragement to start ‘mating’ with you, whatever that means. but it seems satoru doesn’t need to know the definition for his dick to penetrate your hole, because you and suguru do it for him— suguru uses one hand to push satoru’s ass towards you and you back up harshly until satoru’s fully mounted within your warm embrace.

satoru’s eyes roll back as your tongue lolls out and you both begin to pant in euphoria, feeling completely connected and relaxed. satoru’s cock starts to grow larger, slowly and steadily with every pulse of your pussy around it. neither of you notice as suguru coos and places satoru’s large hands directly on top of your small ones as if to connect you even more.

after that initial overwhelming wave of connection, satoru looks at suguru with a mix of confusion and a hint of panic, unsettled by the unfamiliar feeling and afraid of the unknown. meanwhile, you’re consumed by the heat of your cycle, focused only on the horny itch burning within. suguru chuckles, pats his head a few times, and reassures him that he’s okay, easing most of satoru’s worry.

despite satoru’s confusion, you don’t remain locked unmoving for long. his instincts take over as his anxiety passes and his body responds on its own, his tail curling around you in a protective, possessive way as his hips take a mind of their own.

every hump quickly accelerates the pace of his cock hardening and lengthening within you, as if your suctioning walls are so tight that they’re pulling his foreskin back and forcing the sensitive inches within to be exposed. after two strokes, he’s fully erect and stretching your little hole deliciously.

he ruts into you like a starved animal, like his dna is suddenly overtaken by his wolf genes as you go back and forth from moaning loudly in satisfaction, to turning your face to lick at his face in appreciation. you take his hammering into you like a champ, even when his weight crashes down on you and you fall flat. he humps you the whole way down until he’s crushing you underneath him and snaking his arms around your lower midsection as to push you up into him to meet his thrusts even deeper, if possible.

now in a prone bone position, you’re drooling out a continuous stream of spit down your face as he bares his teeth and growls. his own drool drips out of his mouth and down onto your face to join yours on the sheets. his entire cock is barely even exiting your warm embrace, only a few sticky inches are meeting the cool air of the room before pummeling back into you, over and over.

after only a few minutes, satoru’s teeth take a deep bite into your neck, unable to cope for much longer with your pleasure hole strangling his dick, causing you to cry out and tremble in utter submission. your hands fist the sheets, your toes curl, and you groan loudly as you feel something begin to stretch your entrance even wider, as if the base of his cock is growing inside of you. satoru begins to growl and whine louder at this, growing frustrated when his knot grows so large inside that it’s catching on your vacuuming walls and prohibiting him from exiting you.

his bite penetrates a bit deeper into your fleshy neck and suguru has to tap his nose with a stern reprimand to ‘be careful with her,’ making satoru growl but still obey and give the mark a quick, soothing lick before sinking his teeth back into you— but this time, to your shoulder. he’s trying desperately to pull out so he can push back in again but it hurts the both of you to do so, so he simply does what he can. he ruts into you without disengaging; his tip is just smudging against your cervix like a sloppy kiss.

since his knot began to grow, the feeling of foreboding pleasure grew with it, and it seems you’re synced with him because one of your hands is fisting his hair and ears that are fully pinned to his head while the other is digging your nails into his hip as it clenches and relaxes with every hump. his tail that was wrapped around your body moves to wrap around your arm and your own tail rubs at the inside of his thigh.

the sharp latch he has on your shoulder is tight, and when he shoots that first load of cum from the tip of his cock, bullseye right into your welcoming uterus, he pushes into you as deep as he can go and freezes as he groans loudly into your shoulder. you let out a breathy, whiny, drawn out ‘ahh!’ everytime you feel a hard spurt of hot cum being inserted inside of your tummy. your own orgasm crashes over you in tandem with your new mate, making your body shake violently, the only thing keeping you still being satoru’s very strong grip on your midsection and his weight pushing you down.

“good girl~” suguru praises you as he rubs behind your ears that twitch with every load of puppies satoru breeds into you, “milking your mate so good, doing such a good job. i bet that feels good, huh? satoru’s making you feel allll better~”

suguru simply laughs when satoru gives him a mean warning growl when he keeps rubbing at your ears for longer than he prefers him to. suguru knows he won’t bite him; satoru’s feeling a burst of affection for you due to being within the midst of his first orgasm, making him even more protective than he usually is.

the breeding part of this drags out for much longer than the actual fucking part of it did, satoru’s releasing so much cum every few seconds that you can feel it sloshing around inside of you at the very end of your tunnel, only kept inside by the plug of his knot. your pussy is starting to ache, being stretched so wide for so long. your whines and hands beginning to push at his hips expose your growing discomfort, making satoru’s instinct to protect you kick in and attempt at pulling out.

you both hiss in pain when he tries, his knot is still much too large to pull out of you just yet since he’s still letting out the last drops of his final load. even suguru cringes in pity, uttering a, “oof that must hurt.”

satoru sympathetically rubs and kneads at your lower belly as he continues to hold you still against him for your own sake. he unlatches his teeth from you just so he can lick long comforting swipes along your neck, shoulder, and face as to hopefully distract you from the pain you’re obviously in, due to his knot.

you start to weakly lick at him back with exhaustion in every atom of your body and it escalates into you just tonguing eachothers tongues and licking into one another’s mouths with relaxed closed eyes, basking in the connection of one another and the afterglow. the accidental making out takes your mind off of the agony of his swollen knot within you enough so you can breathe and neither of you can even hear suguru cooing at your kissing, calling you guys ‘just adorable!’

after minutes of sweet, slow, sloppy kisses, satoru’s knot deflates enough to pull himself out of you with only a wince, making his slobbery cock flop down to swing softly and heavily between his legs.

satoru is tired, but you’re utterly spent, pussy pulsing rhythmically as if to start the process of cooking up his little white haired, blue eyed puppies. despite your exhaustion, all you feel is relief— relief that satoru managed to scratch that horny agonizing itch. for now.

satoru’s primal need to clean you up after mating with you kicks in as he knees open your legs and leans down before shoving his face been your legs. your toes curl as you gasp and squeak, fisting the sheets harshly to cope with his long tongue lathering up and down your labia to scoop up the goo that’s escaping.

suguru snickers to himself in amusement, “what a gentleman.”

but when you reach over and grab at suguru’s arm, giving him big puppy eyes, silently pleading with him, he coos at you with a kiss to your cheek before pulling satoru away from your legs, “thaat’s enough. no more licking, satoru.”

satoru pouts as he’s pulled away but due to his fatigue, he allows it this time, and collapses onto your side ready for a long nap with his new companion.

suguru huffs with a smile as you pull at his hand in attempt to make him lie with you. he shouldn’t, because laying in your puppies’ bed is not good for training but, how could he say no to his new puppy? he gives in with a long hum and sits with his back to the bed’s headboard and rubs at your head in his lap before moving down to your shoulders, even down to your lower tummy to rub sweet circles on it.

when suguru’s hands begin to slide his oversized shirt up your body until it settles at your collarbone, you arch up into his touch as you give his arm a lick in affection. his hands glide over to caress your bare tits and he hums approvingly, “these are gonna feed your puppies, baby. gonna get alll swollen. are you excited to have satoru’s pups?”

lost in the euphoria of his huge, lanky hands enveloping and fondling your fleshy chest, you whine and nod in his lap as your hands skim over his cold ones, agreeing despite the fact that you’re not completely sure what he’s talking about.

“of course you are,” suguru smiles down at you before picking you up from under your arms just enough so he can maneuver himself to lie on the side of your body opposite of a sleeping satoru.

your ears flick happily when your owner lies beside you, his elbow propping him up with his head leaning on his hand so he can look down at you. satoru is curled onto your other side, sweatpants halfway down his thighs and snoring softly into your neck with arms loosely around your hips.

“she’s your mate now, satoru~” suguru whispers at an unconscious satoru as he uses his free hand to briefly rub at his ear, “she’s making your puppies in her belly right this very second. what a goood puppy, hm?”

suguru admires the sight for a beat before he leans down and pecks your lips. you’re completely surprised, and a flutter of delight bursts inside of you. he’s never done this before, you had just shared your first ‘kiss’ with satoru a moment ago, and the feeling of your owner that you love so much showing you affection in this way makes you so happy.

you begin to mock his peck, giving him more kisses back with sweet hums. you’re so distracted with it, that you don’t notice suguru guiding sleepy satoru with his free hand to latch onto your nipple until you feel his entire mouth envelop it with a rhythmic suction.

you gasp against suguru’s lips at the feeling and your legs twitch along with one of your ears. suguru shushes you soothingly and pulls back from your lips, watching you sharply as you blink down at satoru. his eyes are closed blissfully, and he’s sucking on it like it’s in his nature to do so.

it’s oddly comforting, despite the occasional graze of his sharp canines, and you find yourself humming softly and letting your head rest back on the bed to bask in the feeling.

“aww, you like that?” suguru coos, using his free hand to reach and move some of your hair away from your face before reaching down and rubbing a few fingertips along the edges of your other breast. goosebumps race down your body and you whimper, back arching into his touch and making satoru whine in protest of the movement. satoru grasps harder onto your hips to steady you in his sleep so he can suck your tit easier.

suguru leans down and presses a soft kiss beside your nipple and his eyes stay locked on yours as he does it. then, he starts to pepper kisses all around your breast and chest. it feels like an appreciation ritual, like he’s worshipping you.

his hand that was holding his head up before snakes between the bed and your mid back to rub at it and encourage you to arch as his kisses turn into wet, open mouthed ones that involve a lot of tongue. your breathing grows deeper and faster as his tongue leads to your free nipple.

but just when you think he’s going to latch on like satoru is, he moves away and kisses towards the other direction, making you whine in protest as your hand instinctively and softly paws at the back of his warm neck.

“want me to suck on it?” he questions you in mock curiosity, his hand that’s not under you moving to rub up and down the inside of your inner thigh.

you nod hastily, a prominent pout on your face that’s tainted heavily by the undeniable m euphoria you’re feeling from satoru’s relentless suckling.

suguru leans up to your face and moves his nose against yours in a eskimo kiss before rasping, “anything for my puppy.”

you sigh deeply in relief and your head falls back against the bed when he leans down and closes his eyes as his lips finally latch on. your abdomen twitches and your pussy pulses at the constant, wet suction they’re using on your sensitive nipples.

your hands move to tangle gently into the backs of each boys hair, massaging them sweetly as they each nurse on you, despite the lack of milk.

it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep to the sound of constant ‘chu!’ filling the room and the comforting sensation that comes with it.

—-

..yeah..ima see myself out