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why not me?

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I highkey miss the noritoshi content 💔✌️ it was always so beautiful and good! Anyways keep doing what you are doing love your content and art!! <33

jjk is back and cult leader hasn't heard any news of noritoshi getting screentime yet... lookin back at the drafts, i found these to be the most presentable despite being random doodles gyahahaha

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contents: suguru geto x gn!reader, age gap (suguru is in his late thirties, reader in their early twenties.) fluff, suggestive (implied; not explicit). reader is shy, suguru is a worrywart, you know the drill :3c wc: 1.1k

You're being oddly quiet this morning.

Suguru takes the chance to glance at you in his peripheral, waiting for the traffic light to turn red. He taps his fingers on the edge of the steering wheel in steady crescendo, surveying you silently. Turning his head subtly to get a better look.

Your gaze is fastened to the windshield, vacant with thought. Lips pursed like you're thinking about something, subtle signs of unease woven into your expression— the twitch of a brow, fingers curling and unfurling on your lap. 

The light flickers yellow, then green, green like the sky after dawn breaks and the muddy patches of grass just beginning to sprout up from the winter-reaped soil, slathered in nervous rays of sunlight. Suguru flicks his stare to the road ahead, missing your silhouette under his eyelids. He drives at a comfortable tempo, no faster than he has to. Some part of him waits, ever-patient, for a noise or a jumble of words, but you remain silent beside him.

You've been like this since you got into his car. Which would be just fine, if it weren't for the fact that you're usually so chipper when he drives you to school. Rambling about this and that, the classes you're taking, the show you're watching once you get home. He likes to think you're trying to enjoy your time together to the fullest. Always listens attentively, hums along, and smiles with every dip of your tone, every tch of annoyance and pleased grin. Suguru loves you in the morning. How silent you are the first hour after you wake up, like he roused you from a lifetime's worth of slumber, and how talkative you get when you're in his car. Nestled against the window like that's where you were born to be, his baby rabbit and their burrow of choice.

But so far, you haven't said a single word.

(Quiet is fine, he thinks. It just means you feel comfortable enough around him not to fill your mouth with words you don't have the energy to speak aloud. Suguru doesn't mind; he misses your chatter, of course, but this is fine too. Mornings like this are well worth savouring.)

"Should we stop for coffee?" he asks with a smile, craning his neck to meet your sunken gaze. "I can grab them to-go, if you'd like."

"No, it's fine." You give a sleepy shake of your head. He wishes he could reach out and card through your hair, but that'll have to wait until the next intersection. He seems to wish for them every time you're in his passenger's seat. "I'll get some at the cafeteria later."

"Alright."

… So much for buying time. 

Okay, so maybe Suguru does want to hear your voice. Maybe he is disappointed that you aren't letting him hear it, not even a quiet I don't want to go to school today, something he could latch on to and rewind in his mind when you're away. Something to stave off the cousin of loneliness he carries on his shoulders when you're out of sight— a sense of being misplaced. Out of order. Age has only made him clingier, he thinks. Though no one knows it as well as you.

The obstruction of habit is another matter. Since he's so used to your banter, he can't help but worry. Are you truly that tired? Was last night too much? Maybe he should have said no when you crawled into his lap, put you to bed nice and early instead. Maybe his greed is catching up to him. Maybe is all he has, and maybe isn't enough. Suguru tap, tap, taps his fingers on the steering wheel, taking the left turn to your university's parking lot. Other students and faculty are out and about, IDs hanging off their necks, paper cups in their hands. He parks the car and turns the engine off.

"Here we are," he proclaims. Smiling as he turns to face you. "Off you go, little one."

You give him a pointed stare.

Several things happen in sequence: your eyes flee from his own, seeking shelter in the windshield, posture stiff with hesitation. They return after a moment to nervously scan his features, from the dip of his nose to the bow of his lips. You lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek— so chaste he barely feels it, like the touch of a particularly gentle cloud— and turn around so fast he doesn't get the chance to see what kind of face you're making.

Suguru's breath halts in his chest, a sparrow stopping mid-flight.

"… Thanks for the ride, Suguru."

You're speaking quietly. Meek. Like a frightened animal. He stares at your back with his mouth left ajar, the cogs of his brain spinning slowly, still processing the warmth lingering where your lips met his skin. You gave him a kiss. A thank-you kiss. You're being so polite, and so shy, and you can't possibly realize what it's doing to him. His heartbeat flutters, flutters, flutters, like he's in high school again, or in his early twenties, mingling with bright-eyed boys and speaking to quiet girls with his back against the brick-walls of the clubs Shoko used to frequent. 

You open the car door with a click. It snaps him back into the present. Before you can flee, he purrs:

"… You're welcome, baby." 

"See you after class," you mumble. Hopping out and closing the door behind you— and there, right there, in the split second where you turn around to look at him— he catches a glimpse of your expression through the window. 

Brows furrowed, lips held between your teeth, pointedly snapping away from his stare. Too beautiful for words.

Now he's smiling, so wide his cheeks hurt, the branches of his lips blooming upwards with wisteria; and he can't be bothered to hide it from you. Perhaps if he was younger he'd want to conceal just how smitten he is, but the Suguru he is now can't bring himself to feel the slightest bit embarrassed.

(You're so brave, he thinks. So silly. Working up your courage over something as simple as a kiss. So good he wants to eat you.)

… He does, however, wait until you're out of sight to let his forehead smack against the steering wheel in front of him. Sighing like you just stole the air out of his body, left helpless to the heat nipping at the shells of his ears.

Quiet is fine, he thinks. Quiet is just fine.

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now I need to know exactly what prayer reader said for him, word for word....mhmmm✍️✍️

[kyarukyarusachi]

Oh my gosh I'd love to hear your take on Noritoshi Kamo being your boyfriend<3 hes so understand he was so cute in the exchange event imo

Noritoshi Kamo as your boyfriend!

Featuring: Kamo Noritoshi, and you!

Topic: Fluff, Noritoshi Kamo taking care of you many times, headcanons

Note: He really was! I was so excited to receive this message, I really love Kamo Noritoshi~ I planned to create a fanfiction of him before😚 thank you so much for your request, I'm delighted to complete it!

Extremely understanding. He doesn't show it too obviously, but he's glad to be able to fulfill your needs. Even if it's just following you around in your favorite shop, actively listening to you while you talk about your interests, remembering small things you've mentioned before, and so much more. He's attentive for you.

He's definitely dominant, but subtle enough to be comfortable for both sides. In a crowd, he would hold your wrist tightly, afraid to get you lost in the crowd. Checking up on you everytime you went quiet for too long, atleast what he thinks too quiet from you is.. Which is every few minutes, he gets so worried Incase he's done something wrong.

If you were curious on how he's able to use his bow and arrow, you'll need to convince him for a bit until he manages to oblige. His calloused hands would wrap around yours as he taught you how to properly aim, his brows would furrow in confusion everytime you hid your flustered feelings that he has caused you involuntarily.

Good with his hands. For someone who regularly uses a bow and an arrow for fighting, you couldn't help but wonder what he could do with those flexible hands of his.

You'll pretty much have to make the first move for most of the romantic interactions. He's too much of a gentleman to do romantic gestures without your permission, he's just so afraid to make you uncomfortable..

Whenever your stubborn, especially when you're sick and denying to take rest. That's the few moments he'll take matters into his own hands, strictly instructing you to take care of yourself properly and doing it himself if you get too uncooperative.

He's knows a lot. He's been preparing on how to properly treat a lady, he doesn't do any romantic gestures unless he has the chance to or if you tell him to. He's not perfect with timing, and he knows that himself.

He's not afraid to compliment you, nor is he ashamed to bring you public affection. If you wanted him to, he'll be happy to pamper you outside. It's not like he'll care, in his point of view, he has the most important person right infront of him.

From his narrow eyes, it's difficult to notice if he's looking at you or not. Your heart would flutter when you realize the times he would lean against a wall while sitting with his arms crossed as you sat infront of him was infact, not sleeping. It's not like he claimed that he was in a state of slumber before, maybe that's why he always had a faint of blush whenever he admires you silently like that.

Despite his knowledge on being a boyfriend, he'll be slightly oblivious to flirty cues. Whenever you ask to wear his shirt, he would think you ran out of clothes and offer to buy some for you. Want to brush his hair? He would assume his hair was messy in your eyes and would eventually brush them extra tidy afterwards to please you. He'll do it without any complaints, even if it was just a misunderstanding.

A gentle kisser, he's not one to rush things. Every kiss from him was always able to soothe you instead of being lust-inducing. He'll follow you through if you wanted it to be rough, though.

During the exchange event, the least he wanted to happen was for you to split up from him. Lose the event? It would be disappointing, maybe a bit frustrating for him. But once he lost sight of you in that dark forest, he'll forget all of his plans to get you back where he can see you.

Absolutely a great hugger and cuddler, only if he wants to though. He's not one to bring embrace, it's not like he doesn't want to do it with you, he just doesn't know if his heart is able to handle it. Though in some cases, the times you were huddled close to him would always be extremely warm and cozy. His large frame was easy to nuzzle into, the best part is if you glance up at him, you'll see his cute little blush as he tries to hide on how fast his heart is beating from the closeness.

His hobby is studying, it's clear on how intelligent he is. Any scientific question you pondered about is something he's always able to answer. Of course, he's not able to answer every possible question. But he'll study about it when he gets back in his room so he's able to answer it for you next time.

He's a calm person both in the outside and in the inside. He might not join you during your whims to use a swing in a playground, nevertheless he's content to watch you do so.

We all know by now how much he loves his mother, you come second. That doesn't make him love you any less though. Because of you, he's more motivated to move forward with his goals with you in his life when his mother isn't present.

Sure, he gets jealous. But he's not completely insecure. A man compliments you with a tinge of flirtatious tone? He'll tense up, maybe even show you more affection and spoil you than what an average man could do just to prove himself. However he'll agree that you do look beautiful, he agrees on the compliment, just not the the man.

He's excellent at comforting you. He'll give you space, waiting it out close to you without leaving your side, a silent reminder that he's there for you. Listening to whatever rant you needed to release out your system. After that, he'll find the right words to calm you down from your cries.

He might be a bit clueless whenever your mad or grumpy at him. He's not one to tune into other people's strong feelings as much, since he doesn't mind it himself. He assumes most people wouldn't mind too. Whenever he finds out that you were grumpy and pouting the whole day, get ready for a silently desperate and yearning man to follow you the whole day to make sure you're truly alright.

A promise is a promise. He's a keeper, a small promise he made to give you a specific item for your birthday? Boom, he's handing a perfectly wrapped present with the exact item inside. He made a large mistake that made you upset? He learned from his mistakes and never repeated it again. A promise to marry each other in the future? Well, prepare to wear a silky white wedding gown one day. He takes it seriously, and yes.. He does sulk quietly whenever you break one of his small promises.

[kyarukyarusachi]

Oh my gosh I'd love to hear your take on Noritoshi Kamo being your boyfriend<3 hes so understand he was so cute in the exchange event imo

Noritoshi Kamo as your boyfriend!

Featuring: Kamo Noritoshi, and you!

Topic: Fluff, Noritoshi Kamo taking care of you many times, headcanons

Note: He really was! I was so excited to receive this message, I really love Kamo Noritoshi~ I planned to create a fanfiction of him before😚 thank you so much for your request, I'm delighted to complete it!

Extremely understanding. He doesn't show it too obviously, but he's glad to be able to fulfill your needs. Even if it's just following you around in your favorite shop, actively listening to you while you talk about your interests, remembering small things you've mentioned before, and so much more. He's attentive for you.

He's definitely dominant, but subtle enough to be comfortable for both sides. In a crowd, he would hold your wrist tightly, afraid to get you lost in the crowd. Checking up on you everytime you went quiet for too long, atleast what he thinks too quiet from you is.. Which is every few minutes, he gets so worried Incase he's done something wrong.

If you were curious on how he's able to use his bow and arrow, you'll need to convince him for a bit until he manages to oblige. His calloused hands would wrap around yours as he taught you how to properly aim, his brows would furrow in confusion everytime you hid your flustered feelings that he has caused you involuntarily.

Good with his hands. For someone who regularly uses a bow and an arrow for fighting, you couldn't help but wonder what he could do with those flexible hands of his.

You'll pretty much have to make the first move for most of the romantic interactions. He's too much of a gentleman to do romantic gestures without your permission, he's just so afraid to make you uncomfortable..

Whenever your stubborn, especially when you're sick and denying to take rest. That's the few moments he'll take matters into his own hands, strictly instructing you to take care of yourself properly and doing it himself if you get too uncooperative.

He's knows a lot. He's been preparing on how to properly treat a lady, he doesn't do any romantic gestures unless he has the chance to or if you tell him to. He's not perfect with timing, and he knows that himself.

He's not afraid to compliment you, nor is he ashamed to bring you public affection. If you wanted him to, he'll be happy to pamper you outside. It's not like he'll care, in his point of view, he has the most important person right infront of him.

From his narrow eyes, it's difficult to notice if he's looking at you or not. Your heart would flutter when you realize the times he would lean against a wall while sitting with his arms crossed as you sat infront of him was infact, not sleeping. It's not like he claimed that he was in a state of slumber before, maybe that's why he always had a faint of blush whenever he admires you silently like that.

Despite his knowledge on being a boyfriend, he'll be slightly oblivious to flirty cues. Whenever you ask to wear his shirt, he would think you ran out of clothes and offer to buy some for you. Want to brush his hair? He would assume his hair was messy in your eyes and would eventually brush them extra tidy afterwards to please you. He'll do it without any complaints, even if it was just a misunderstanding.

A gentle kisser, he's not one to rush things. Every kiss from him was always able to soothe you instead of being lust-inducing. He'll follow you through if you wanted it to be rough, though.

During the exchange event, the least he wanted to happen was for you to split up from him. Lose the event? It would be disappointing, maybe a bit frustrating for him. But once he lost sight of you in that dark forest, he'll forget all of his plans to get you back where he can see you.

Absolutely a great hugger and cuddler, only if he wants to though. He's not one to bring embrace, it's not like he doesn't want to do it with you, he just doesn't know if his heart is able to handle it. Though in some cases, the times you were huddled close to him would always be extremely warm and cozy. His large frame was easy to nuzzle into, the best part is if you glance up at him, you'll see his cute little blush as he tries to hide on how fast his heart is beating from the closeness.

His hobby is studying, it's clear on how intelligent he is. Any scientific question you pondered about is something he's always able to answer. Of course, he's not able to answer every possible question. But he'll study about it when he gets back in his room so he's able to answer it for you next time.

He's a calm person both in the outside and in the inside. He might not join you during your whims to use a swing in a playground, nevertheless he's content to watch you do so.

We all know by now how much he loves his mother, you come second. That doesn't make him love you any less though. Because of you, he's more motivated to move forward with his goals with you in his life when his mother isn't present.

Sure, he gets jealous. But he's not completely insecure. A man compliments you with a tinge of flirtatious tone? He'll tense up, maybe even show you more affection and spoil you than what an average man could do just to prove himself. However he'll agree that you do look beautiful, he agrees on the compliment, just not the the man.

He's excellent at comforting you. He'll give you space, waiting it out close to you without leaving your side, a silent reminder that he's there for you. Listening to whatever rant you needed to release out your system. After that, he'll find the right words to calm you down from your cries.

He might be a bit clueless whenever your mad or grumpy at him. He's not one to tune into other people's strong feelings as much, since he doesn't mind it himself. He assumes most people wouldn't mind too. Whenever he finds out that you were grumpy and pouting the whole day, get ready for a silently desperate and yearning man to follow you the whole day to make sure you're truly alright.

A promise is a promise. He's a keeper, a small promise he made to give you a specific item for your birthday? Boom, he's handing a perfectly wrapped present with the exact item inside. He made a large mistake that made you upset? He learned from his mistakes and never repeated it again. A promise to marry each other in the future? Well, prepare to wear a silky white wedding gown one day. He takes it seriously, and yes.. He does sulk quietly whenever you break one of his small promises.

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Noritoshi Kamo NSFW alphabet

First time writing Noritoshi smut tumblr-style, kinda nervous ✌️

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he’d be tender post-coitus. He’d hit all of the parts of a basic aftercare ritual: getting water for his S/O, cuddling, running a hot bath, etc. I don’t think he would be overly affectionate, but he’s definitely not detached. Both of you are thoroughly satisfied after the fact.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of his own is probably his hands LOL. He has skilled hands since he’s an archer, but they are probably not very calloused since other than that and his being a Jujutsu sorcerer, he probably didn’t grow up having to do much physical work.

His favorite body part of his partner’s…. I want to say that he wouldn’t be shallow like other men, so he’d pick their face (which he probably would) but I also feel like he is into his partner’s thighs and chest. He would notice the way his partner’s thighs would shake as they get close. He’d like it for sure ;). Also if we’re getting into that territory, the mommy issues definitely have a part to play with him being a chest guy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man is TRADITIONAL af, and he seems like the type to not like to make a mess, so he’d probably either try to wear a condom or just come inside. But…if you’d let him he’d come on your chest.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I want to be basic and say panty sniffer (which may or may not be true) but I feel like he’d also like dom/sub but like master servant. He’s a Kamo clan kid, and although he probably wasn’t well liked by them, he was still the heir, which gave him a semblance of power. I feel like he’d probably like to role play with him as heir and you as servant. That or spanking/brat taming.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

DEFINITELY NOT EXPERIENCED LMFAO. Being so realistic, this man was a mega virgin before meeting you and you are his first/last everything. That may mean he’ll take some time learning about how your body works, but he has a determination to him that matches his intelligence. All in all, he’s a quick learner and probably eager to impress you so, take what you will from that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary.

To elaborate, he is traditional and probably doesn’t know much about the act of intercourse and the different ways to please his partner other than your basic missionary position. You’re gonna have to teach him about all of that, buddy. Not that he’s clueless or anything, again he’s just likely not well-versed in anything to do with sexuality 😆

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

A light chuckle is the most he’d crack. Otherwise, he’s probably pretty serious, focusing only on your pleasure and getting you to your release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel like he’d like to trim down there to keep himself clean. Even though hair itself is not dirty, he’d just be a stickler for his personal routine and would want to keep things in shape down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’d be intimate during the act. I feel like he would only get to the point of intercourse with someone he was VERY comfortable with, likely someone he’s already in a committed relationship with. By that point, he’d be comfortable expressing intimacy with you, and he’d want to make sure you feel loved and comfortable. I would give him an 8/10 on the intimacy, but there is always room for growth.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

😮‍💨 As an heir to the Kamo clan, he’d grow up only being taught certain ways of living. He’d probably repress himself and his urges as he started to feel them. But when he meets you, I feel like he’d start to open up about acts of intimacy and self pleasure. Honestly though, with his schedule I could only see him doing it once a week at most.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- Brat taming

- Roleplaying

- Spanking

- MAYBBEE tying his partner up using his blood manipulation

- MAYBE MAYBE a slight breeding kink. I can see Mr. Kamo heir wanting to stuff you full of his seed.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly Noritoshi doesn’t seem too adventurous to me LMFAO. He would probably enjoy the safety and comfort of his own bed. He also doesn’t seem to be the exhibitionist type. He probably wouldn’t want anybody to walk in on him or you at your most bare and vulnerable. I will say though he probably would do it in the shower. His logic would be “two birds, one stone” since you’d be able to do the deed AND clean yourselves up right afterwards.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly he seems like he has a lot of self control, so if you do anything risqué to him in public, it wouldn’t show. But you better believe he’d be punishing you for your actions all night long. Also, I feel like if you sent him something or flashed him he’d probably like it. ALSO, I feel like he’s the type of guy to like dry humping. Like rub up against him while cuddling or give him a lap dance and he’s yours.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t seem like the type of person to want to engage in acts of violence during inter course.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Lowkey this is a hard one because I have to put effort into thinking of him giving oral. I feel like he would be a giver though. He’d definitely want his partner to have a good experience. At first, I feel like he’d be a bit cautious being that he doesn’t have experience prior to you, but he learns quickly.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

With him, it would depend on the context. He’d probably be slow and sensual most of the time. I couldn’t imagine him going rough/quickly unless he was mad at youuu~

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Noritoshi definitely likes to take his time in the bedroom. He wants to make sure you are FULLY satisfied. If YOU, however, wanted to have a quickie, I don’t think he would deny you that 🤭.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said, I can’t see Noritoshi being the adventurous type. I feel like he’d stick with what works, unless you wanted to experiment.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Without blood manipulation, I feel like he’d have two rounds in him at most LOL.

With blood manipulation, if he was REALLY feeling it 5-6 rounds.

As for how long he would last… if it was the first time this man is not making it to 5 minutes, being generous. For every other time, I feel like he’d be really good at holding off his climax/edging himself so maybe 30-40 minutes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t for sure, but I don’t think he’d mind if you do. As for using them during the act, if you asked him nicely he would probably use a vibrator on you while pounding into you missionary-style.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

LOL I feel like he’d be too oblivious as to how much he turns you on to intentionally tease you. I also don’t think he’s a fan of PDA, so he’d probably not do anything that could get you riled up in public.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He would be a grunter/groaner when he’s on top. I feel like when you’re on top/riding him, he has probably let out the occasional whimper. He makes you swear to not tell anyone. Overall though, he’s probably not the LOUDEST. He probably makes noise just to let you know how good you’re making him feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Lowkey I feel like he likes being ridden more than he likes missionary. I said his fave position was missionary previously but that’s because he’s basic and traditional that that’s probably what he would say if he had to answer a question like that (not that he actually would LOL). But sometimes Nori just needs to relax and let you take the reins. He’d love watching your boobs bounce as you ride him into oblivion.

Also feel like he’s not above getting pegged. Sweet boy just wants to rest and have you in charge for a change.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The big question. Noritoshi is a skinny guy, at least in the first part of the manga, so I feel like his lower half would match that description. More long than girthy, but enough girth to make you feel it when he pushes in. I would say about 5-6 inches hard, 3-4 soft.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Noritoshi has too much on his plate to constantly want to do the deed. I feel like he initiates once a week, if that. If you initiated though, he would still allow things to happen unless he was actually not feeling it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I feel like after sex and aftercare, he’d probably be reading a book next to you. Like he’d probably even read you to sleep if you asked him to. You’d probably be the first one to fall asleep, but if you manage to get him to let you peg him, he’s out like a light.

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★ SUGAR, SPICE, AND EVERYTHING POISON

PART ONE: PALACE/CURSE

★ STARRING: crown prince suguru geto x apothecary fem reader

★ CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, MDNI. kidnapping. mention of reader experimenting on herself. m*i m*i mention. concubines/consorts. reader being in a brothel. inspired by the apothecary diaries.

★ WORD COUNT: 3.7k

★ JADED NOTES: heh hi sorry that this took me so long, i hope you enjoy this first part though :3 as always, i’d love to hear your thots.

series masterlist part two ->

an array of colors once filled the gardens just a few months ago, flowers sprouting into bloom from roses to sunflowers down to the herbs you kept in your kitchen—spearmint, lavender, thyme. hours were spent on the plots, your clothes dirtied by the time your father came to call you in for dinner and your fingers prickled. but it was worth it.

it was worth it for the overwhelming amount of plants stuffing your basket to the very brim, each one carefully plucked for the intent of being used in one of your experiments. from an anti-oxidant to a poison, there was little you were unwilling to do. your back was permanently slouched from how long you'd sit at your table, taking note of each of your findings.

all in the name of science, of course.

now that winter had started, only brown, withered dry leaves remained in place of the lush green blossoms. plants stripped away from their last petal down to just the very stem, a strong wind threatening to blow even that away. however, it wasn't all bad. some of the herbs scattered throughout the field managed to bloom even with dropping temperatures.

and the ones that didn't, well, you had enough left over from the fall harvest to sustain you for three more months.

the only sound you heard upon stepping into the fields was the sound of your own feet stepping onto the dry soil, songbirds long gone to spend their winter somewhere else. if you were lucky, maybe you'd hear a crow caw off into the distance though. the plants that remained needed more care than usual, needing to be misted every few hours to avoid drying out.

you swiped a pair of scissors out of your bag, getting ready to trim the parts of the rosemary plants that were starting to turn brown. your father poked his head from the door, calling out, "i have something i need you to take over to the verdigris house, please."

you were up on your feet, making your way indoors. something brewed on the stove, stew if you had to guess from the rich aroma permeating through the air. "and be careful," he warned, "there's been a rise in kidnappings recently."

pulling the straps of your basket over your shoulders, you nodded, "i will, i'll be back soon." the cold air managed to nip at your skin through the long sleeves of your hanfu shirt, your teeth chattering as you walked down the trail onto the district.

stand after stand lined the edges of the streets, vendors selling whatever could be sold from rich smelling oils to meat skewers at a discount price. the atmosphere was never dull, soldiers talked amongst themselves around a table while children giggled and played around with a toy.

passing by a missing girl poster hung up on a pillar, you were finally in front of the verdigris house. while business usually boomed steadily throughout the year with each of the women having work at least once a week, the demand only increased during the winter. as well as the price, of course.

lines filed out of the shop onto the street, each man counting down through their bills just to make sure they had enough. enough to avoid spending a holiday or festival alone, anyway. at the counter sat mei mei, the woman responsible for running the establishment with an iron fist.

flipping through a couple of bills before letting out a scoff through crimson painted lips, "you don't even have enough to go up the steps." the man in front of her blinked once, then twice, before resorting to the ultimate method.

begging.

"c'mon mei, you know i'm a regular here. please cut me som-” the men around him looked embarrassed, intently avoiding mei's gaze. wanting to avoid being seen just as broke as the one begging. not exactly a scene you wanted to be involved in.

you moved towards the back, sliding your shoes off at the steps before stepping onto the carpeted platform. many of the customers were in the rooms upstairs, leaving you to yourself if only for a couple minutes.

sliding the basket off your back, you drop it on the table before taking a seat. your notes were practically gibberish, indiscernible to anyone reading through the pages. but it was good enough to keep track of your experiments. (i.e. dosing yourself with minuscule doses of poison and testing out different concoctions to see what works)

your last experiment hadn't quite healed yet even after a few days, skin reddened and sensitive against even the slightest of prods. that, too, was written on your latest page. you read through the recipe you'd concocted, maybe too much chamomile?

it'd been great for getting the inflammation to go down but not so much at getting the injury to heal. you made a note to lower the dosage for the next time you tried making it again.

"you worry me when you do that," princess utahime called out from the hall, making her way into the room. she dressed nothing short of extravagant, a red and white dress covered with a fur blue shawl and earrings that probably cost someone's mortgage. her long hair was straightened, bangs falling against her forehead and a white bow on the back.

she didn't hesitate in embracing you in a hug, arms tightly wrapped around you like she never wanted to let go. you placed your hands on top of her arms, lightly patting her in return. with the hope that the five second gesture was enough to satisfy her. it wasn't.

you shrugged away her concerns, setting your brush down. "i needed something to experiment on. my arm was readily available."

as the oldest in the house, utahime was nothing if not worrisome, lightly poking your cheeks. "are you sure you're eating enough?" she questioned, her gaze softening. before you had the chance to once again, dismiss her worries, a shout of your name had you looking out into the hall.

mei mei. if someone didn't serve her business any money, she didn't let them stay for long. while she tolerated you better than most that stepped foot into her establishment, that didn't exclude you.

"you're still here. have you changed your mind about paying me in…other ways?" mei's tone along with the smirk on her face immediately had you stop with your scribblings, rushing to get up from your spot.

you looked down at your wrist, there was nothing around it. still you huffed out a nervous laugh, tapping at the imaginary watch, "funny thing about that is i actually have to get going. your medicine's on the table, mei." you didn't hesitate in slipping your shoes on, quickly making your way out.

"come back again!" one of the other girls, yuki, called out while you rushed out of the shop.

the walk back home had been warmer than the way here, the streets bustling with more people than usual. you wave at a couple vendors who call out your name, promising to buy something when you come back. maybe a meat skewer, you hadn't had one of those in a while.

and instead of heading back home, you're sitting down on your knees in front of the rosemary again, quick to grab the discarded scissors you left there earlier. grabbing at the leaves of rosemary with the utmost of care, you start trimming two inches above the tip of the stem and making sure to leave cut above a set of leaves.

you're not sure how long you're out, time seemed to last both an eternity and not long enough when you were out here. taking care of the plants could become tedious work, stressful even, which only translates to the plants in return, but you found it peaceful.

your peace was quickly disturbed when three shadows loomed at you from every direction, effectively crowding you in. the men were bulky underneath their uniform,

running away wouldn't do you any good, you were still too far from home, and even if you did manage to arrive, you and your old man weren't capable of fighting them all off.

you'd been at the palace for approximately three months now, sun beaming down on you as you're carrying a basket of clean laundry to the jade pavilion. learning your way throughout the palace hadn't been so different from learning your way around the brothel.

the imperial palace closed its doors to any outsiders, to any men especially. only women were allowed to traverse freely throughout the walls of the palace with an exception for eunuchs. they were both there to protect concubines and servants as well as to maintain the peace.

while you'd be given a higher position if the fact you knew how to read came out, the last thing you were keen on was lining your kidnappers' pockets. so for now (and the foreseeable future), you worked as a servant. going from spending your days making medicine to sitting in front of a bucket, scrubbing clothes on a washboard until knees ached.

the only thought keeping you going was that if you managed to save up the yuan you received every week and keep your head down, you'd be free in two years. not ideal, but not horrible at the very least. you found yourself wondering if your father tried looking for you at least once, if your poster had joined the one on the pillar.

you doubted it.

but you hoped he was taking care of himself now that you weren't around to scold him for not eating properly.

the one thing you did notice: rumors carried throughout the palace like a disease, one second they were a whisper between a consort and her lady in waiting and the next they were the topic of conversation between the servants. the latest one had been about a new eunuch that'd been assigned to the rear palace.

friends hadn't been on the top of your priority list when you'd come in, but nobara had decided to take you in as 'her introvert.' whatever that meant. she filled up the room where you stayed quiet, keeping up with what she said. "you should start keeping up with the gossip, apparently he's like really beautiful."

a quiet hum of acknowledgment left your lips, listening to her continue with the newest report while the rich broth of xiaolongbao you'd been served for lunch filled your mouth, "apparently there's some curse affecting lady lihua and lady gyokuyou too."

now that had you looking up from your food, swallowing before asking, "a curse?"

nobara looked surprised that you were getting involved but nodded, "the emperor's last three children all died and the second crown prince isn't doing well. he and lady lihua have nausea, head, and stomachaches." she took a bite out of her food, giving you some time to mull it over.

curses weren't unusual in between royalty, but it still didn't sound quite right to you. "lady lihua too?"

"she and the baby have been presenting the same effects. the doctor isn't really sure what to make of it." nobara continued talking about some clothes that went missing, but you weren't really paying attention anymore. you nodded along, though, humming when you needed to hum.

those three words hadn't stopped circling through your head since you'd heard them. nausea. head and stomachaches. it wasn't your business. not something to get involved in. still, it didn't sound like much of a curse. maybe poison? but then came the problem of attacking the princess. none of it really made sense the more you thought about it.

none of it really had to make sense, you were just a servant. nothing more and nothing less. you looked over to see other servants rushing to the courtyard, gasps and murmurs leaving the ever building crowd. you should get back to your job. key word: should.

but what were you if not nosy informed?

a loud slap echoed from the center of the crowd, lady gyokuyou clutching her reddening cheek from her spot on the floor. "you have some nerve," lady lihua bit out in outrage, beautiful even if the multiple layers of makeup couldn't cover up her eye bags or the hollowness of her cheeks, "you set this curse on my son and you have the audacity to crawl into my pavilion?"

lady gyokuyou gasped, one of her ladies rushing over to her aid. "what? are you jealous that you couldn't give the emperor a son?" the other consort continued with her tangent, leaving everyone unsure if they should step in or not. for now, it seemed no one was eager to break it up though.

"never seen lady lihua this angry.."

"but for her to slap lady gyokuyou?"

"wonder if it has anything to do with the emperor…."

the whispers got lost in the crowd, the two women not bothering to acknowledge the crowd around them. "that's preposterous!" gyokuyou exclaimed, dusting imaginary specks off her dress as she stood up, "my daughter's been going through the same thing!" even with that, lihua was unwilling to listen to her.

going as far as to turn her back on the other consort, leaving her talking to herself.

examining the two ladies closer, you could see smudges of white face powder smearing lihua's face, much similar to the ones you'd seen used at the verdigris house. at this rate, however, they'd be long dead before the palace physician could figure out the cause. even if it wasn't your problem, you needed to do something.

you stepped away from the crowd as more people started to be drawn to the commotion, looking behind you every so often to assure that no one was following behind. only then is that you put your plan into motion, tearing two pieces of fabric from a flimsy skirt. it was going in the trash anyways, might as well.

dipping your brush into black ink, you wrote down your warning. your baby is in danger. the white face powder is poison. the warning had been wrapped around the stem of a rhododendron flower, left on the windowsill of the crystal and jade pavilion. one of them had been picked by a consort and the other one had been pushed off from the sill like garbage.

a month passed before the general announcement circulated throughout the palace: the crown prince had taken his last breath in the early hours of the morning before passing away. his death hung over the palace like a curtain, nobody daring to speak about it though. every eunuch had been ordered to wear a black uniform, servants given a black belt to tie around their uniform.

lady lihua weakened day by day, the mere act of standing up even too much to bear at times. the food her ladies brought over was left the same as when it'd first arrived, cold and touched. and often times, she refused to get out of bed, tears streaking down her beautiful face. not even the emperor had been let in to see her.

the emperor, instead, had been spending his time with lady gyokuyou and their baby girl, who'd spent the last month recovering. that, of course, led to its own string of whispers. he'd come in at late hours of the night, leaving in at the crack of dawn the next morning in the same clothes he'd worn.

before the ceremony could start however, you and nobara were approached by a eunuch at the entrance. he only faced you, a sense of unease bubbling deep within, "you're being summoned to report with the matron of the serving women. immediately."

giving you nothing else before he left. nobara turned to look at you, poking your side, "and what'd you do this time around?"

"i guess i'll find out. i'll see you around." with a short wave, you were on your way over. taking the scenic route, of course, thinking about what you could've done now. you hadn't bleached a skirt since your first week on the job, couldn't be that. could it be the note? no, you made sure no one followed. still, what else could it really be?

before you could linger more upon that train of thought, the scenic route came to an end and you were standing behind a small group of other serving girls. the group was quickly ushered into a simple looking room, only a table in the center as decoration.

"good afternoon. thank you all for making it here on short notice." every conversation came to a halt, the wooden door creaking upon a woman stepping inside. the first thing you noticed were the stygian locks that fell over her shoulders, halfway to her back like a silky waterfall tied up in a half-bun.

"i am geto suguru, manager of the rear palace." squeals broke out throughout the group, heart-eyes taking the shape of pupils. he was beautiful, even you could admit that, in the conventionally genetic sense. too bad he couldn't pass those genes on. still, not enough to be squeal worthy in your humble opinion.

his back was pin straight as he took a seat at the desk in front of the room, ignorant to the loud whispers. mostly about how beautiful he was. geto dipped a paintbrush into a tin of black ink, dexterous fingers writing something on a piece of paper. he must've been the beautiful eunuch you'd heard nobara talking about earlier.

IF YOU'RE ABLE TO READ THIS, STAY HERE.

your eyes widened slightly, reaction enough to give you away in a room where every other servant was looking at one another in hopes of understanding what it said. you tried to copy the same confused look marring the servants to no avail. suguru cleared his throat, a warm smile spreading across his lips.

"that's all, thank you. you're free to go back to your duties." maybe if you got lost in between the others shuffling, he wouldn't see you sneaking out. turning on your heel, you were fully prepared to make your escape when you felt a hand grasp around your shoulder.

not tight enough to hurt, just enough to keep you still. he leaned forward, lips against your ear, "i thought i asked you to stay."

you inched away, pushing his hand off your shoulder. suguru seemed to malfunction at that very moment, staring blankly at you. the first to shove him away, you supposed. you cleared your throat and he shook his head, snapping back into it. "stay silent and follow me."

people stopped in the middle of their work to look over at suguru, staring at him long after he'd walked past. he practically had his own gravitational pull, attracting anyone's attention that just happened to step foot into his orbit. "i was reading over your file and i was under the impression you were unable to read."

oh crap. "ah, well, i come from a lowly family and nothing more," you responded, sounding as humble as you could muster. suguru let out a quiet hum, not entirely convinced.

he led the two of you to the jade pavilion, opening the door. if the outside pillars were painted in a deep, cherry red to display status, then it was obvious that the inside was painted to the perfection. still, you found yourself taking it all in slowly.

expensive oil paintings hung from the walls, the walls themselves detailed in fine lines of gold. a large chandelier hung from the ceiling as soon as you stepped foot into the foyer with grand stairs leading up to the second floor.

lady gyokuyou stepped foot into the room, her daughter hoisted up in her arms. the baby giggled with life, her chubby fingers lightly wrapped around her mother's curled ends. a quiet sigh of relief left your lips at the sight, of seeing that the girl had been treated properly.

and once again, your reactions kept giving you away. the consort must've heard you, "so you're the one who sent me that note. i'm deeply grateful and indebted to you. you helped me save my baby's life."

you kept your head down, bowing down to the lady. hoping that you at least managed to keep your head on your shoulders by the time you were out of here. "that's not necessary. your gratitude comes too easily, your highness."

concubine gyokuyou didn't take to that, her expression falling into something akin to a… pout. probably not used to getting uttered anything close to a 'no.' the eunuch beside you cleared his throat, dragging your attention over to him.

suguru patted his pockets before sliding out your note, holding it up in mid air. "aren't you aware this fabric's used in serving girl's clothing?" he questioned, your face dropping immediately, "so that raises the question: why'd you send a warning with that flower?"

lying would assure that your head would get cut off, your throat bobbing as you spoke up, "i was an apothecary before coming into the palace, i'm familiar with poisons."

gyokuyou opened up the container of powder sitting on the table, "the nurse used it daily, claiming it had a better whitening effect than some other cosmetic brands. she fell ill not long after my daughter so i allowed her some time to rest. i didn't know it was killing her slowly."

suguru nodded, sliding the offending item off the table and putting it into his pocket, "i'll be sure to alert the others about the powder."

gyokuyou continued, a solemn expression on her face, "i tried telling lady lihua about the contents of the note i found that day, but everything i said only served to make her believe me even less. the poor prince."

"now that you know the truth," you kept your head down, your words coming out in a mutter as you dared to ask the next question, "what do you intend to do with me, your majesty?"

lady gyokuyou simply laughs, sensing the panic in your question. she waves it off before answering, "don't be silly, i plan on making you one of my ladies in waiting."

why couldn't you just have kept your head down?

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I miss him so much that it’s making me physically sick

S3 cannot come any faster.

[tonycries]

PITBULL // TERRIER!

Synopsis. Do you want to change the world? Do you see those poor, endangered hybrids and wish you could do something to help them? Join us now at www.HYBRIDBR33DINGPROGRAM,69 to help your hot local hybrids put a baby in you!

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, hybrids AU, pheromones, knots, bréeding, FÉRAL JJK men, matíng presses, fuII neIsons, fíngering, spítting, p talking, p sIapping, chokíng, HEADLOCKS, aIpha!Toji, manhandIing, making it fit, creampíes, marathons, Iactation (Sukuna), mates, dúmbifícatíon, cúmfIation, cúmpIay, pet names, swéaring.

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♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Wolf

“So now I have to warn you-” You’re turning your head towards the primly-dressed lady that was leading you through the maze of corridors.

She’d been the first to meet with you after weeks of interviews and medical exams and waiting around the telephone ever since you’d entered…the program. Your match-maker, almost. With an appointment finally set up, you made your way through the official-looking building.

Listening to her intently as she debriefed you on the hybrid you’d been set up with. “-the hybrid we have paired you with, according to your sheet and your scent vials, is a wolf hybrid.” She looks at you closely, “An alpha wolf hybrid.”

Your heart races, “Oh.”

“And as you may know, alpha wolves are quite known for their…intense…ruts.” The two of you stopped before a tall door, it almost looked like a hotel entrance. “But the thing is- with this speciman, Toji, you’re the first one he’s ever accepted during his rut.”

“Oh.”

She rattles off something about how your scent was the only one he’s ever reacted to, how ever since then he’d been dying to meet you. Thrown into the throes of his rut all over again, practically. Clawing at the walls. Restless.

And before you know it, the door is opening and you’re being ushered inside. Left alone. With him.

Toji’s feverish body is on you immediately.

He’s gasping you in. Gnawing on your neck. Pressing his hips against yours like he was trying to meld your two bodies together—

“Oh, pretty doll…” The straight line of his nose drag-drag-draaaags down the side of your scent glands, huffin’ in your sweetened scent. “Pretty, pretty doll.” Breath hitching, Toji pins you harder against the wall and you feel something so long and rock-fucking-hard crush up against your front. “Do you have any fucking idea how long I’ve been waitin’ for ya? I could smell you the second you stepped in the building- fuck, damn near broke down these walls to find ya myself.”

“O-oh.” Your eyes almost bulge out of your skull as you get an impression of his sheer size. Tall. Hulking. He really was a wolf hybrid through and through, tail swishing impatiently behind him. “You’re so…big.”

So swollen with need that the mere feeling of your warm body made him twitch.

And the thing is- he could smell your cute cunt getting wetter. Guttural voice whispering against your ear, “And you’re not walking outta here until you take every single inch.”

In just a few split-seconds, you’re on the bed by the corner of the room. You’re on all fours. You’re being pushed down by one of his clawed hands knobbled on top of your scalp, manhandling you.

His giddy weight hovers over you, rasping to himself. “Won’t be- hah, walking outta here at all, actually.” His abs plaster against your back as he leans over to kiss down the line of your spine. “Gonna- fuck, make you forget how to walk.” Smooch after sultry smooch. Open-mouthed. “Gonna hafta fuckin’ carry you outta here- oh, m’gonna ruin you, mama.”

You’re squealing at the top of your lungs when his fingers slither down to tear off your sticky panties. Weavin’ the fabric between his digits, he brings it up to his flared nostrils and sniffs.

A great, big whiff that makes Toji’s scarred mouth drop into a soft ‘oh.’

“F-fuck-” He’s wrenching out a primal grunt, just catching sight of your glistening hole. “Oh my-”

Cutting himself off by spitting down onto your wettened pussy, the line of saliva smacks against your slit and drips down in a puddle. 

And he wasn’t just spitting from behind - Toji was drooling. A thin line of it trickling down the side of his curved lips as he immediately spreads your sheeny thighs, immediately ruts against the folds of your cunt. 

Immediately let his thick, globular tip start swipin’ his way inside your pussy.

“Oh-oh my god…” Toji’s head falls once he starts easing inside, husky baritone breaking mid-sentence. And your toes curl at the incredible feeling of his plump, puckered tip squeezing all inside your snug entrance. Shoving inside. Bullying inside. You clench and you think he damn near shivers- “Wait o-ohhhh, go easy on me, lil’ omega.”

“Omega?” You’re questioning, “You can tell?”

“Oh fuck, I don’t even know right now, doll- just hold on- let me…” The gluey surroundings of your cunt were just sucking him up. Swallowing. Each heavy inch being slid inside—and Toji wasn’t just thrusting, he was rutting.

Just to fit inside. Just to feel more n’ more of your velvety walls sucking him up - you swear you can feel the exact moment the line of his swollen tip grazes your g-spot and Toji himself breaks.

“Oh my god- fuck, oh my god, it can feel this good?” His stern lips wobble, that sleazy smile from before nowhere to be seen now. And there’s a slight tinge of madness in his voice, one that makes his gruff tone pitch higher. 

And suddenly you’re being reminded that this was the first ever time that he’s spent his rut with anyone.

He was just so sensitive. “No- no, that should be fuckin’ illegal.” Toji grabs the back of your neck and pulls you back into his vein-covered cock. “It can’t be- it c-can’t—” 

Letting your drippin’ wet pussy sloppily sluuuuurp back into his long, long length. Toji has the audacity to swipe the pair of panties in his hands down where your syrupy wetness was smearing. Drenching it just a lil’.

Before bringing it back up to his nose and sniffing, hazy peripherals rolling to the back of his head. He spreads apart his meat thighs even further and moans out as he pushes. “Who the fuck let you hold out on me for this long, huh?”

He was going crazy. He was drilling into you like a madman.

Again and again and again. 

Not even waiting for you to adjust. Not even faltering. Heavy, half-thrusts to open up every drivelling orifice inside your cunt. To pinpoint even your tiniest hidden spots with his strawberry-red divot- fuck, it was almost like he was out of control.

So was this what it felt like to be…pussydrunk?

Toji feels you slipping away with the recoil of his jackhammers and he uses his inhuman strength to jerk you back up to him.

You’re choking out, “I wasn’t- fuck.” You’re grabbing ahold of the silken sheets, bucking your hips stupidly into his. The lewdest squelches ring out every time you do, synchronizing with your own sinful noises. “S’not my fault.”

“Then whose is it, hm?”

He moves his left hand over to spank the side of your ass cheeks, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your mouth lolls open stupidly upon impact and he bends over to spit straight into his wide-open target. 

“Tell me- hah, tell me, little omega.” He’s tightening his hold on your throat and you yelp. Absolutely useless against the way his vein-covered girth stretches out your every nook n’ cranny, his rose-colored tip was pushing even deeper into your gooey insides. “Who let you hold out on me? Who said this pretty pussy could f-feel so good? Where the fuck have- you- been- all my life?”

“I don’t- ngh, could’ve found me sooner- ngh, then.” You’re biting back, your mind dizzy with all these questions and his thrusts. And oh, he liked that.

Having you talk back to him like that - it only made his thick length swell up even further, making your pussy let out such a carnal squelch once he finally, finally pistons towards the back of your cervix.

Slick and tight.

The probin’ push of his mushroomy tip drives deep, like he was trying to burrow into your very lungs. His globular end is driven in, in, in—all round n’ achingly hard, filling you out from the inside so much that you swear you could see stars.

Fuck, he’s gnawing down on the edge of his bottom lip and staring. Taking hefty gulps of the pheromones you were letting out each time his creamy cock pistoled back in. 

“Mmm, you’re right.” Toji snickers. And he gives the wobblin’ side of your ass cheek yet another mean swat, leaving it there for a few seconds to grope you. “You’re s-soooo fuckin’ right, mama. Always are, hm?” Oh, he was thoroughly pussydrunk - to have such a big, proud alpha admit defeat? Fuck, he might just kneel at your feet next.

You’re whimpering once his thumb reaches over to swipe down your treacly slit, pressing down on your clit. “Oh yeah? M’right after I manage to- hck! take it all?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say all…” Wouldn’t say all? In shock, you swivel your head around and catch Toji’s filthy, filthy grin. The way he was looking down at where the two of you were connected with half-lidded eyes. “There’s just a-” The hybrid crushes his toned v-line against you. “-little more.”

And that’s when you feel it.

That’s when you realize it: with Toji being a wolf hybrid, his prolonged length won’t be the only thing you have to take. You forgot about the plump, thickened knot at the base of his cock - pulsing wildly away where he kissed your pussylips with it.

Toji growls, “You’re not walkin’ outta here without carrying my pups, mama.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Jaguar

“Are you alright, my love?” The blond-haired man hushes out from above you just as soon as his thick, reddened tip manages to bulge against your cervix. Manages to bottom out. Hot and sultry. Just drippin’ with fresh wads of precum and need.

He’s running his thumb down the side of your temple, tenderly wiping away a few trickles of sweat. “Breathe in– breath- atta girl. This pretty pussy of yours feeling, mmm, alright?”

Your hips buck with a whimper once he grazes his roverin’ fingertips down your swollen slit. Teasing rolling over your sensitive clit so you’ll make those pretty, pretty noises for him once more. “Yes- hck! fuck fuck fuck, yes, Kento. You can keep moving now…”

“O-oh.” His handsome maw drops. And something in him seems to shake at the very notion. Something in him seems to crack. You watch as Nanami’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs, his throat parched. “Keep moving, darling?”

“Mhm—” You’re nodding, brows furrowing. “That is the whole point of the program, after all- isn’t it?”

NAME: NANAMI KENTO

AGE: 27

OCCUPATION: OFFICE WORKER

HYBRID TYPE: PANTHERA ONCA

You’d read his profile multiple times. You could tell from the very second you’d been escorted inside this tidy bedroom that Nanami Kento was the predatory type. The type that could break you in half. The type that could leave you without the ability to walk for weeks at a time without even trying - and yet, he was treating you like glass.

So gently.

Nanami had spent hours overstimulating your poor, bawlin’ pussy before you’d even started taking his incredible size. Spent hours tugging n’ prying apart your delicate pussylips just so that he could fit each solid inch.

His girth was so massive that the mere feeling of him bullying inside your gooey channel, molding you to him, made your toes curl. 

Your nails clawing down the expanse of his broad back as you pull him even closer to you, “C’mon Kento.” You jut out your lips into a pout, and he shivers at the sight. You’re just so sensitive. So needy that you could cry. “Don’t you wanna, ngh, breed- oh fuck!”

He’s shutting you up.

He’s roughly pulling back his powerful hips to strike the ends of your pussy with a great, heaving thud! Coating your cervix with a few stringy wads of pre, his curly blond hairs tickling your clit. 

Anything. Everything just to get you to—

“Sh-shut up—” Nanami unhinges his sharp jaw just to puff out, his clouded breath hitting your face. And then he’s gasping, then he’s realizing what he’s just said and fighting back a groan.

Slowing down the ravenous cadence of his hips to something slow n’ sensual. Nanami cups your cheek, biting down on his wobbly lower lip. “F-forgive me.” He begs, “I spoke out of turn- I- hngh, acted out of turn.” He’d just gone out of control.

The thought makes you wetter - and Nanami’s nose crinkles at the sweetness as he can smell it. “But m’not complaining, y’know?” You’re insisting, arching your hips up into his. It was just so cute that he was so considerate, but you wanted something…rough. “I wouldn’t mind if you-”

“Don’t.” He cuts you off. And you’re suddenly getting punished by a thorough few probes of his circular, wet tip against the roof of your pussy. “Don’t talk out of this pretty pussy, darling. You don’t know what m’capable of-”

“I do.” Batting your teary lashes, “I read all your profiles—promise! Did my own research, too. I just want you to- hngh, use me, Kento.”

Something in him looks like it had just snapped.

He whispers - barely even audible to you. “U-use…”

And you’re nodding furiously, slidin’ away your plush walls to meet his every thrust. Now, Nanami’s tempo had grown slightly harder, slightly out of time—slightly like his restraint on himself was slowly slipping away. So you let out the finishing blow - “Wan’ you to use me as your hngh! cumdump, please?”

Fuck, you’d even added manners.

Nanami Kento was gone.

Nanami Kento was ruined.

Nanami Kento was throwing your legs over his muscular shoulders in a second - fuck missionary, he was putting you in a damn mating press. Snapping his hips down until your capped knees hit your tits, and his globular cocktip scrapes your womb.

So hard that you swear he’s leaving nail marks on your skin, your hamstrings stretching like never before, a few of your joints popping!

With a few slurping sounds, he’s fucking his girth into with thud after thud after thud. Looong, rapid thrusts that leave you with your mouth comically ajar, spit drivelling out pathetically. Puddling. “Yes-” You whine, white-hot pleasure running through you. “Yes yes yes- just like this, Ken, ngh-”

“Ah ah-” And suddenly, one of his firm hands finds its way ‘round your throat. Blocking off your airway, “Shut up and fucking take it since you wanted to so bad.”

You’re whimpering- “But it feels so- oh.”

Only for Nanami to lunge over and sink his lengthy canines against the side of your throat, “What did I say?” He murmurs, the vibrato of his bass making your skin tremble. A stern tone. “Cumdumps don’t talk.”

Fuck. 

Again and again.

You press your lips together, trying to hold back all the broken crackles and pleas that threatened to break through each time Nanami was pummeling away his massive length. Red-hot. Ravenous. He throbbed all the way near the clingy bottom of your pussy, drenching it in so many webs of his sap.

Flooding each tight orifice inside you, forming your heart-shaped cunt around him- and then barely even letting you squirm after each recoil of his thrusts. Barely letting you bounce away.

Weighing down on you. Glissading his abs. Every time you moved, he’d tighten his arm on your throat and drag you back. 

Another one of his strong hands slides down your front - he’d been tenderly massaging your core before. Now the hybrid only pushed down where he could feel his thick cylindrical length probin’ through, feeling for himself as he fucked you.

“Oh, yes. Remember what you hah- asked for, my love- fuck, I mean…” Harder. Firmer. Nanami was pinpointing your every sweet spot with wads of precum so rudely, “-my pretty, pretty cumdump.”

You’re shrilling as he leans in with a purr to nuzzle your throat, one of his wild slams slaps your cervix so hard that you think your eyes pop out of your skull. “I-ngh, keep going like that and I’ll-” Forgetting that you weren’t supposed to speak - and if you couldn’t listen to him, he’d make you silent.

He’s spitting straight between your jabbering lips, swiping away the purposeful splatter on the edge of your lips. “Cumdumps cum quietly.”

And you’re so far gone that you aren’t just cumming with a few more vulgar strokes - you’re splashin’ out and squirting. Soaking splosh after splosh of your miry high, it sticks to his tannish skin and creates a tiny pool between your bodies.

Nanami was pistoning away oh-so-frenzily, and he expected to hold you down so that you could stay. So that you could take it.

Each n’ every one of your peaks being pounded through by his rovering cock.

Your pupils swirl maddeningly, body shaking with the twitches of your orgasm. “Mmm, didn’t know cumdumps could squirt, too.” He snickers rudely as you see stars, your vision shattered. And before you know it, he’s emptying out a few droplets of precum into your womb - you swear his twitching knot at his base only grew fatter. Oh, he was just getting started.

“Wh-what do you mean?” You’re whining up at him, with wide eyes—shit, did he say that out loud?

Nanami smiles a sleazy smile, his long canines peaking out. “M’cumdump needs to be full of cum now, doesn’t she?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Sssnake

The slithering slurps were just lecherous.

Each time after Geto slid his flexible fingers in and out of your folds, tapping the slick-glazed tips against your inner thighs. “Hmmm…that should do it. Don’t you think, gorgeous~?”

“Sh-shit-” And for just how calm, cool, n’ collected he was - you were practically shattered. Feeling the sparks of your high escape right under your nose, Geto had edged you for about the fifth time tonight. Ruthlessly. You clamor to hold onto his wrist, “You’re so mean, Sugu- fuck-”

“Oh, so you don’t want my cock?” His dark brows furrow, faux-pouting. And oh, you damn near shed a few tears at the way he’s dragging his puckered cockhead between your folds, before pulling away—“Alright, guess I can give this pretty pussy just my fingers then-”

“N-nooo—” You sob out, “Please-”

“Ssso you don’t want my fingers either, huh?” Pretending to gasp, pretending to drive you to the end of your sanity (he actually was). “Well then I can just go and tell the organizer that you’d rather have another hybrid- f-fuck.”

You’re not even thinking twice - you’re not even hesitating before you suddenly press against Geto’s toned body. Pinning him down. Straddling his naturally chiselled hips and letting your ready cunt siiiink down his fat cock.

Oh.

He was just so thick, n’ covered in so many winding veins that tickled your sensitive insides. Extra. “Oh my god- I m-meant that I want your, ngh, cock in me.” You’re blurting out, your head throwing back dazedly. “Want you all up inside- ngh.”

“Oho?” And serpentine hybrids weren’t just sly - you’re coming to find out that they knew exactly how to drive you wild. Exactly how to use their numerous snaking tendrils.

Before you know it, Geto drags his gigantic tail around your waist to pin you down to his pelvis. Human for most of his body, but his true form did peak out during times like this. “Sss’that so?” He’s humming out, grin widening. “So is it my mating season or is it yours, gorgeous?”

“Y-yours–” You mewl out, stubbornly. After all it had been you that was specifically assigned to the massive boa constrictor to help him through his season of need. His heat.

His time of year that makes him all but whimper the very instant Geto’s slick cock starts fucking in and out of you. In smooth, long thrusts - there’s so much power behind his actions that the front of your pussylips start to bruise already.

Geto’s brows furrowing as he hisses between his fangs, “Mhm, then why don’tcha act like it, hmmm–?” Hitting your g-spot dead-on, your hips move restlessly and his tail pins you down immediately. “Drippin’ so much, sucking me up like such a ssssslut.”

He’s smiling oh-so-meanly as he pokes and probes you every hidden spot. Not just your g-spot, it’s like he’s somehow mazing his vein-decorated cock everywhere. Anywhere.

Again and again.

His slimy, curved tip sticks against the edge of your cervix and makes you whine.

“Take me so well like this n’ I might just give you my second cock, gorgeous.”

Your eyes snap open, “S-second?” And without another second of hesitation, you tilt your head down and- oh, lo and behold, there was a line along the middle of Geto’s happy trail. Right where his rock-hard erection was, a second length was starting to perk upright. Two. 

Two needy shafts that filthily kissed your hole, the more you’re bouncing atop him- the closer his weeping cockhead gets. Anticipating. Eager. 

“Mhm, didn’t you know?” Geto tuts, “Serpentine hybrids tend to have double the cocks-” And suddenly, he’s swipin’ aside your puffy folds to take a gooood, long look at your clamping hole. “-double what this sssslutty pussy wants. And if you’re good- heh, I’ll give it.”

“I’ve been so good.” You beg, your hand reaching for his double shafts- only for Geto to slap it away.

“I just gave you my first and now you want my second?” He rolls his dazed amethyst eyes, “Try riding this one ngh, proper and we’ll see about-” Oh, he doesn’t even have to finish his damn sentence to have you gyratin’ your hips wildly.

With your sultry figure-eights swerving and swerving.

Faster. Harder. You arch your spine into the perfect curvature and let his textured length stir against your cute pussy. Filling out your every nook n’ cranny—“I am, see-” Spit splashes down your chin, and Geto’s forked tongue comes out to lap at it. “T-taking it- ngh, they paired me with you so that means I must be able to take a second-”

“‘Must’, hmm–?” It was just so fun to tease you. To slow his bucking hips down and watch as your trembling, needy body ruts down animalistically to chase his globed tip. “And so that means-”

“Yes-”

“-that you must take my kids, riiight?” He narrowed his greedy gaze, and you’re struck with the sudden thought - oh, mating season. Geto was going to fuck you pregnant.

He was already pounding upwards like he aimed for it. Already shoved the fat crown of his shaft to poke your womb, so hard that you’re sure to feel that soft flesh bruise. Thudding. “That you’re gonna- mmm, let me cum inside you with both my big, fat cocks.” You feel a hot splash against your outer pussy, and realize that he’s holding his matching length with one hand. Angled straight towards your entrance- “Let me fill you up until you can’t even remember your name—”

“O-oh my god-” Your pupils swirl in the whites of your eyes, feeling the circle of your cunt get stretched out maddeningly. Like elastic, he was probin’ away his honed cocktip inside. “Yes- wan’ it please, Suguru-”

“Actually-” As he slightly stalls his cadence, “-can you even remember your name? Right now?”

You don’t even care at this point. Don’t know anything but the way he was filling out your geysering orifice with such wet slurps, “I don’t know I don’t know- just want it-”

“So you can’t even remember your name?” Seething, voice pitched even higher. There was a sort of crazed glimmer in Geto’s peripherals when he realized the effect his double cocks had on your poor body. Your poor self. “C-can’t believe- hah! You seriously don’t fuckin’ remember your own name? My cocks have that much of an effect on you, hm?”

Push after push. Now he’s a solid few inches inside your velvety cunt and you think you might just cum from the sheer stretch of him. The way he was holding you down- one hand plastered on top of your sweaty scalp now.

Geto’s using his strength to force down his swollen shafts, his zig-zagged veins pliably letting him slither his way in-

“S’okay, gorgeous.” He’s finishing off once his matching tips bottom out with two matching thwacks! All the way opening up your womb- “You don’t need any other name- hah, there’s only one you need.”

“And wh-what is that—?” You shiver once his pointed fangs trace your skin, scorched breath panting out.

“My mate.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Bunny!

“P-please, I’ll be good…” Choso’s broken whimpers grace your eardrums like the prettiest song, and he’s also letting off such lewd slurps any time he tap-tap-taps his red, swollen cockhead against the front of your pussy. 

So loud. So filthy. The twitchy hybrid smears aside the drops of cum that were on top of your folds, like some white glaze.

His half-lidded eyes look down at the mess he was making and he groans, feeling his mouth start to salivate at the sight. “Mmm, so delicious, baby.” Before you can respond - before you can even think - Choso has the audacity to swipe his fat thumb down your slit and dab on a bit of sap for him to suck. “Won’t you let me- hah, fill this cunt up all over again? Please?”

And oh, you’d heard of the incredible prolonged stamina that bunny rabbit hybrids have - you just didn’t expect it to be like this.

Because it’d been hours since you were led into this very room by the organizer lady. Hours since you’d first met the hybrid you were paired up with, and had him cream his poor pants simply by his first kiss with you. 

Hour since he’d first begged to put his cute, flinchin’ cock inside and fucked you like he never ever wanted to pull out.

Still rutting into you like such an animal- the slightest half-thrusts that leaves him whimpering. “P-please?” Choso whines, his handsome cheek staining with a line of tears. “Do you need me to beg on my knees again, baby?”

Your breath hitches, “I’m just wondering whether you aren’t- hah, tired yet, Cho? I’m sure it’s already ahem- taken, so to speak.”

“Oh, but we won’t know for sure now- will we?” And of course you wanted him more. Of course you still teased him. Watching his doey, brown eyes tear up, long ears flopping. “And m’not dead yet so- don’t worry, no matter how many times I cum, my cock is always- ngh, hard for you, baby.”

And he meant it.

He was slightly pulling out of your geysering hole - fuck, it almost killed him to - rutting and humping into your wettest depths wildly. He wanted to get you pregnant badly.

And as soon as you’re nodding needily for him to go on- Choso immediately perks his toned hips back n’ plunges inside your cunt once more. His ruby-red cocktip swipes aside your dewy walls, and as soon as his hulking size swivels inside, Choso groans.

He gasps.

He throws his head back and can’t stop himself from fucking cumming all over again, just from feeling your cutely heart-shaped walls. 

You squeal as you feel his hot syrup fill you out from the inside, sploshin’ against all the other wads of cum he’d left over hours prior. “Sh-shit—” You’re clawing down his pale back, sure that it was ravaged with so many lines of red by now. “See? What did I tell you, Cho-”

“And what did I tell you?” He whimpers out, tears beading in his widely-opened eyes. “No matter how- haaaaah, many times- I- cum-”

Each one of his words was punctuated by a rugged thrust. Not only was he fucking in his treacly wads of seed inside, he was also draaaagging every ridge n’ line of his shaft along your sweetest spots. Leaning in close so that he can nibble on the underside of your jaw. Whispering. “-I’ll always be hard for you, baby.”

“O-oh my god—” Your eyes sprint all the way to the back of your skull - because Choso was fast. A rapidly slamming tempo that left his own pelvis all red. Nails digging deeper. “Shit, it feels so—Cho, are you crying?”

He’s blinking back his tears. “Fuck-” So overstimulated. So rubbed raw on the channel of your cunt that he found himself hatching out sobs at the back of his throat. “I didn’t, ngh, realize…I am.”

It’s only then that Choso’s fully registering himself.

The way his back was bleeding with how hard you were latching onto him. The way he could barely focus his dilated eyes. The way that every time he harshly pistoned his cock into you, Choso’s entire body twitched with something primal.

Your pussy was so good that it’d overstimulated him to tears.

You gasp as you notice the state he was in - and he only swabs his plumpened, red tip even harder. “I don’t mind, baby, m’just a little- n-ngh, sensitive right now.” Choso reassures, and you move your hand down from his muscular back to his waist. “Promise I can still fuck you all- oh.”

Only for your trembling fingertips to graze - just graze - his fluffy bunny tail. And oh- if you thought he was sensitive before, then Choso was so sensitive there that he damn near whimpers.

“D-don’t touch me like that~” He’s whining from the back of his throat, core tensing and flexing each time he drilled forwards. Faster. Filthier. “Don’t blame me if it makes me go even harder, okay, baby?”

“Well, m’not to blame. You’re the one that insisted.” You’re biting back.

And a dopey grin spreads across his face, “I did.” It was almost like he was reminiscing just moments prior. Chasing the softness of your pussy, he veers forwards and thumps your cervix loudly. “H-heh, n’ I think I’m gonna…oh…cum again.”

“A-again?” You gasp - you just felt so damn full. Stuffed all the way to the brim, glittery wads of cum spill out of you every time he’s thrusting in. And yet- fuck, and yet Choso still wasn’t done. 

Still wasn’t letting up. Still wasn’t slowing down once he leans down to kiss your puffy lips. Your own high was nothing more than a few tingles, driving you half-mad with pleasure when you feel his glissading tip pulse against your cervix. “Did you just- oh, cream ‘round my cock?” He shallowly breathes, “Again?”

You can only nod and nod.

And Choso can only crinkle his nose in bliss, his entire body shaking viscerally when the mere notion throws him over the edge once more. 

“O-oh.” He pants out, “Gonna blame me for, ngh, cumming so much when s’your fault.” Before you know it, you feel scorched wetness flood your cunt once more. It’s all sticky, gluing your pussylips together with his ivory sap.

And Choso fucking beams as he watches the glaze of it seep out of you and drench his dark happy trail. Creating a puddle of wetness that he swipes his hand down, lovingly. 

Before reaching up and pressing on the cum-inflated bulge he was fucking into your tummy.

“Please give me a baby, baby–?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - BULL

You’re stopped in your tracks just before you can open the door. 

That official-looking lady who’d accompanied you now held onto your hand, her expression of slight concern breaking the cool façade you’d been met with ever since you entered the program. She says, “I must make sure you know- you only need to give us a call, and we’ll be here in a second.”

“Yes?” You question her sudden worry.

“Oh, it’s just that-” She looks over your shoulder, as if trying to make sure that whoever was inside (the hybrid you’d been assigned to, Sukuna, you heard) couldn’t hear. “-we’ve had many candidates get paired with this particular hybrid, and all of them had broken off the pair before a match could be made. It seems he really needs help - he’s desperate with his rut.”

You’re furrowing your brows, “How come?”

She shuffles uncomfortably in front of you. “See- it’s just that this speciman seems to be a little…big.”

“Oh.”

“And rough.”

“Oh.”

“And he has certain attributes that often put him a step above other hybrids- especially ones in rut.” She explains to you, and your hand trembles on the door handle. “So, just letting you know-”

THUD-THUD-THUD!

It sounded like a storm. Like a whirlwind. Like something just broke down the polished, mahogany door in front of you - and left you dwarfed next to the towering bull hybrid you’d been paired up with. You don’t know what type he was; but he was over eight feet tall, pink hair, covered in swirlin’ black tattoos, with a massive bulge in his thin, off-white trousers.

Oh, he was in rut alright.

You look behind you- only to find that your escort had already disappeared.

And before you could register a single thing more, the hybrid- Sukuna has one of his four hands wrapped around your wrist. Tugging you inside the room. Manhandling.

All but tearing into your flimsy skirt- “Fuck.” He spits, between his clenched canines - you notice with a jolt that he had a piercing through his septum. It glimmers in the dim lighting as he huffs raggedly in and out, “Fuck- you’re gettin’ wet, aren’t ya?”

“I-I am?” You gape, affronted. 

He sniffs at your throat and snickers, “Oh yeahhh, you are. In fact-” With only a single, sharp riiiip he’s torn off your drenched panties. Absolutely gone. And he breathes in even deeper, “-yer ovulating, mama.”

You didn’t know bulls could smell that - hell, you didn’t know any hybrid could smell that.

But before you can even think of asking him anything of the sort, Sukuna has your thighs smeared apart on his meaty hips, your cunt being speared thoroughly by his thickened shaft.

Right then n’ there on the bedroom floor, he’s taking you.

His round, bludgeoning tip entering your tiny hole- the stretch of it surrounding your pussy is incredible. A sheer sting that renders your eyes closed, your mouth speechless - meanwhile Sukuna’s just jerking his hips back and pushing and pushing. “Fuh-fuuuuck!” You shrill pathetically, feeling him open up even your most hidden orifices and head straight towards your womb. “Oh- oh my god, who let you be so damn ngh- big?” 

“You’ll say—” Sukuna’s crimson eyes narrow in amusement, and he uses one of hands to flick at your swollen clit. The other two lacing on top of your scalp and tuggin’ you down roughly, “-and yet- you’re the only one to take me like this.”

“Th-the only one?” You gawk.

“The only one ta even make it this far.” He snickers, before interrupting himself with a gulping gasp of your scent. “And I’ve never smelled a human so- mmmm—” Sukuna grins and- oh, and now you’re realizing that he has two mouths. 

One on his face, the other slashed across his heavily chiselled abs. 

“-so delicious.”

Shivers run down your spine, “And what do I need to- ngh-” Your entire body felt weak with the way he was fuckin’ you oh-so-vulgarly open. Your pussylips were pried apart to the maximum, dribbling wet ribbons of slick. “-to help you through this rut of yours, then?”

“Oh, you just need to take it.” He grins, his pinkish tongue sticking between his teeth - both of them. That second cursed mouth of his salivates down your core, sticking just between your folds, pressing on your clit.

And every time you twitch with his rolling tastebuds, Sukuna can feel you clench. “Just lemme fuck you- oh, yeahhh, just like that. Never felt anything better.” He hiccups, two of his hands now move from your head and onto the sides of your waist. “Just take it alllll, lemme use this pretty pussy and- o-oh.”

Moving you. Teasing you. So much so that your entire body was starting to go limp - and it was exactly that boneless state of yours that made you rest your head down between the valley of his chest. 

Exactly what made your mouth loll open with a puddle of drool, your hands gripping his pecs and squeezing—

“Oh sh-shit.” Sukuna groans gruffly, and you don’t know what you’re more shocked by: the cracking tone of his voice, or the way that a slight pearl of whiteness beads out of Sukuna’s pecs the moment you grope them. “Look what you’ve made me- ngh, oh fuck, brat. Fuck.”

“I-is this part of your…” Without even finishing your sentence - almost as if on instinct - you’re veering your mouth over to lick at the sap trickling out of him. And—

Oh.

Oh, Ryomen Sukuna was lactating.

“You can- this is milk?” You gasp, and before he can respond, you’re trying to urge more out. Letting the sweetened ivory sap fall into your agape maw, “I didn’t know even bull hybrids could lactate, Kuna.”

“So what?”

You look up at him through your lashes, every time he’s thrashing his cock inside you, you’re sucking on his pretty pink pecs. “I like it.”

“T-tch—” Sukuna tries to sound tough - fails. Because you could already make out the way his breath shook, his flexed core tensed.

Any time your textured tastebuds sizzled on top of him, Sukuna shivered. Was forced to attempt not to close his eyes and bite down on his lips - you’d never have thought that lactating would make the big, bad hybrid putty in your hands.

He blushes all the way down from the tips of his ears, down to his honeyed pecs, down to the globular edge of his shaft. Hitting up into your soft cervix with a bang—

“I-in about nine months, you’ll be lactating, too…” He whimpers.

♡ INO TAKUMA - Puppy

“Does it feel good, pretty?” Ino’s innocent chocolate eyes sparkle, and you swear you could see from where you were that his cute tail was wagging. 

Rough thrusts being punctured by the cutest lil’ whimpers, Ino moans into your mouth just as soon as he feels you clench your heart-shaped insides ‘round him. “Ohhh, th-that means it feels good right? M’I doing a good job–?”

“Yes- yes yes yes–” You’re crying out, drunken saliva puddling on top of your pillow beside you. Each one of his roverin’ wet thrusts left your mind all emptied of thought.

And the thing is, you never even expected Ino to be this good.

NAME: INO TAKUMA

AGE: 21

OCCUPATION: UNIVERSITY STUDENT

HYBRID TYPE: CANIS LUPUS FAMILIARIS

When you’d first been notified that you were paired with a dog hybrid, you’d assumed that it would be a simple task. An easy task. They weren’t particularly apex predators, right? So how hard could it be—

That is, until you were running on the fifth round with Ino shovelling his heated cock inside you for the nth time. His silken ears drooping as he sniffs the side of your throat, trying to smell out your arousal- “So this pretty pussy’s likin’ it? Ngh, how else could I make you feel good, sweetness?”

“You’re already making me feel s-so good, Taku.” You gasp, feeling his slender fingers dip down to pinch your clit.

And just as he hears your words, Ino’s entire body perks up. Face beaming. His bulbous cock twitching at the very end, Ino drives it in even deeper against your g-spot with a damp squelch. “Oh yes? Then–” He looks down shyly, the cutest strawberry blush taking over his face. “-then could you say the special words, pretty?”

“Hmmm…” You pretend to think, “We’ll see, Taku.”

He all but whimpers.

Ah, those special words - it’d been an accidental discovery, really. The fact that Ino would be so affected by two specific words was a discovery that you hadn’t expected to stumble across during your research beforehand.

And he’s doggedly pounding his hips into yours, as if he was trying to fuck that very pet name from your mouth. “B-but I’ve been so good, don’t you think?”

As if to prove his point, Ino lightly swats your perky clit - just to show how bad he could really be.

“Now now–” Your breath hitches, thighs shivering ever-so-slightly at the sparks of bliss that suddenly explode behind your eyelids. He was drilling himself in so deep, stretchin’ out every sweet, slick-filled orifice. “-keep going like that and I won’t say it at- ngh, all.”

“Oh- please-” Don’t even mention it. Don’t even think of it. He lurches forwards to capture your lips in his, and Ino was always so sloppy with the way he kissed you.

Just letting his long, salivating tongue taste you. Ino’s lecherous sounds crack at the back of his throat, the vibrations humming along your skin. And his pretty cock just squelches out precum at the feeling, “But I’ve been so good, sweetness. Haven’t I been makin’ this pretty pussy feel all n-niiice and—” Instead of spanking your clit this time, now he’s rolling his thumb over it. Feeling the sultry wetness. “-wet, hm?”

“You have.” You tease, your face turning faux-thoughtful at the excitement in his eyes. “But I don’t know if you deserve that-”

“D-do I just need to fuck you harder, sweetness?” Ino pleads with you. And before you know it, one of his hands plaster onto the side of your hips, tuggin’ you close to him. “I can do that, y’know?”

Your brows raise, “Oh you c- oh.”

Not only is he pounding you even harder - enough that the formal bedsprings creak, enough that your vision shatters with tears - but he’s also makin’ his tempo even sloppier. Loooong, miry drags of his shaft that poke your very sweetest spots.

His blossoming red divot sticks up against the roof of your pussy and draws lil’ circles, edging towards your g-spot. “S-see? I can do harder.” He looks down at the place over your stomach, where his bulbous girth was swipin’ against your cervix. “I can also fill you up, mmm, deep inside with my ngh- cum, if you’d like?”

You swear you’re gushing out so wetly that it creates a ring of white ‘round Ino’s bulky hilt. All sappy and glistening with need.

And before you can even formulate a coherent answer inside your mind, Ino slightly raises his nose into the air and sniffs. And lets his mouth drop. His Adam’s apple swallowing. “And I can a-also smell if it’s taken, sweetness…”

“Taken?” You ogle at his words, “What do you mean-”

“You know…taken.” Ino looks at you meaningfully with this pussydrunk, half-lidded eyes of his. Every thrust of his leaves his aching knot slamming against the front of your pussy. Vicious.

“And ah- has it taken?” Asking, out of genuine curiosity - that was the entire point of the program, was it not?

“Well…” Ino elongates his throaty murmur, and for a few more strokes he lets his twitchy cock do all the talking. Smooch after smooch against the slimy door to your womb, he stirs aside the webs of cum from rounds prior. Whiffing down at your scent glands as he does- “I think just one more should n-ngh, do it.”

“Oh my—” Your mouth falls open, and you drag a hand through the tawny brown locks of Ino’s sweaty scalp. You could feel something primal building up in your stomach, in his thrusts. “Good boy.”

And there you said it.

It’d slipped out, really. Something your stupidly buzzing mind had been thinking for the last few jackhammers but hadn’t said out loud yet. 

Something that Ino Takuma himself had been dying for you to say - you’d said it.

And it’s all that Ino has to hear to shove himself all the way to his thick hilt inside your pussy and cum. Deep, deep inside - like he was aiming for his gooey white ribbons to reach the very door to your womb, and you swear you could feel it slipping ‘round like just so.

Sloshing n’ squelching every time he pulled his hips out to thrust back in- “Good boy-” Ino gasps, breathless. He was hammerin’ into you vulgarly and still managed to find the time to babble out. “You called me ‘good boy’- you called me- oh…”

You blink your vision back from its daze as Ino’s voice hitches, “Yeees–?”

And he only blinks his teary lashes, looking up at you with the most needy puppy-dog eyes while he still ruts his cock into your deepest depths. “M’your good boy, aren’t I?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Snow Leopard

The room you were led to had been sectioned off.

It had been padlocked twice.

It had you stumbling back at the ice-cold pheromones that hit you the moment that door opened - and when you looked into Gojo Satoru’s expressionless face—oh.

You weren’t making it out of here alive.

One hour later.

You still think the same- “F-fuck, ngh…” Your mouth gapes ajar, saliva sploshing down the side of your mouth every time he thrusted in. Long, vicious hammers of his ravaged cock that left you all stupid. 

Flat on your back. You looked up through your teary lashes at his flushed face, drunken eyes. “Toru, how are you- hck! still going?”

“I don’t know.” He replies, simply. And his voice is deep, his voice wavers. Sounding as if he was genuinely in disbelief as to how he hasn’t stopped yet.

Still fucking into you like a madman - you didn’t need to talk right now. Why would you need to talk?

A sudden, sharp laugh bursts out of Gojo’s puffy lips when he registers the fact that you could still form coherent sentences: he needed to fix that. Now. 

And before you know it, one of his overlarge palms clasp down on the top of your scalp and you’re being drag-drag-draaaagged back down. Down to where he was working on mazin’ his slimy wet cockhead repeatedly past your folds, pinpointing your tiniest orifices. 

Your breath hitches as you look back down to where he was pummeling you- then up to stare deeply into his glowing blue eyes.

“Enough talking.”

Three hours later.

“Oh p-please, Satoru—” You shrill out, loud enough that you’re sure the whole establishment could hear you by now. On all fours by now, with your back arched wildly into his chiselled abs.

You swear you could count all eight of them, flexing and rippling, each time his honed hips slapped into yours. Slap after slap after slap- Gojo’s crowned tip reaches for your womb and you find your legs shaking. Head falling forwards-

“Ah ah-” Your vision flashes in front of you as something firm grabs onto the back of your neck. Only a few more strokes later, you’re realizing that it was his damn bicep - curling around your neck in a headlock. “I need to scent you.”

“But you’ve been ngh- scenting me for hours already- oh.” Your words strangle up in your throat as soon as you feel yourself crashing into your high once more. For the nth time tonight. 

Every white-hot burst of your high that Gojo can practically smell on you, his feline capabilities can sense just when your orgasm has peaked. And he’s pushing his vein-covered cock in maddeningly, “And I don’t hear you complaining.” You’re startled by a sudden spank down on your clit, finding that his tail had wrapped ‘round your sheeny thighs to pull them apart. Enough for him to slap your weeping pussy- “I don’t hear her complaining.”

You gawk, your spittle creating a glazed layer on top of his biceps. “Y-you can understand- oh.” Only for him to tighten his restraint. Choking you with his beefy arms—fuck.

“Of course I can, sweetheart.” Gojo purrs out, as if it should be obvious. “M’a big cat, after all. N’ I can talk to- heh…kitties.”

“Oh.” He was utterly pussydrunk. Gone.

Barely even registering when he trickles out a few gluey wads of cum to stick upon either side of your walls, all webbed up. But he wasn’t done yet - far from it, you think you can feel Gojo’s knot at his base start to swell even bigger-

“And this kitty says that she’s not done yet.”

Seven hours later.

“Please-”

“Come back-”

“Oh—” You’re being caught steadily. The bed had long since broken, and if you thought that you were stuck in the dilemma between running away from his cock and gyratin’ back for more, more, more then Gojo was already making the choice for you.

Already pulling you back with his inhuman strength, he folds you underneath him.

You’d only had the time for a brief snack break, stocked on the bedside cabinet as if the organizers knew that this was going to happen - it was Gojo’s first time in the program, though they must have known an apex predator’s stamina.

Such incredible, incredible stamina.

You had your head against his collarbone by now, your body bent into the meanest full nelson physically possible. Gojo was bending you to his lecherous whims so easily, tugging you back so you turn your face and gnaw down on his throat. 

Whining, “P-please—” You let sobs wrack your throat, your entire body shaking sensitively as he shovels his long, solid inches into you again. And again. And again and again and again. “And she–” You might just be losing it as much as he was. “-says she’s not done still?”

“Mmm, let’s see…”

With a purr, Gojo’s powerful spock-marked tail wrenches apart your thighs. He snickers after one of his hands comes down to leave a solid spank!

So hard that glittering specks of slick n’ cum splatter all over your thighs. And Gojo himself finds his breath catching at the lewd sight of it- “Not yet.”

“F-fuck…” Your mouth lolls open stupidly in a silent scream - at least, you think it was silent. Because just then Gojo pulls out his entire girth to fuck back into you deeper, and it lets out the most deafening slurp. “But what if it doesn’t fi-”

“Shhh, sweetheart.” He already knew what you were going to say: that his generous helpings of cum might not fit anymore. And you didn’t need to think about that - you didn’t need to even imagine that.

What do you mean it might not fit? Hah! As if—“This kitty tells me that sh-she can take, ngh- one more.” You could practically hear the grin in his raspy tone, “In fact, she tells me she can take my knot.”

Your eyes bulge open, “That- what?”

And he’s only nodding along - not to you, but to the sultry sounds your pussy was making. As if he was in conversation with your slick-glazed pussylips. “Mhm, my knot, sweetheart.” As if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He pants, “Haaah—get ready.”

It’s the only warning you get.

Before you know it, your toes curl with such an incredible stretch.

A stinging sensation that burns all the way from your parted thighs and up your spine- you wriggle your body around, and Gojo pulls you back using his trusty headlock once more. “C’mon-” He whispers between his prolonged canines, “C’mon c’mon c’mon-”

“Shiiiit—” You trill, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as he uses his other hand to pry apart your sticky folds. Plugging a finger in to swivel inside n’ fit his swollen knot, “It’s so big- it’s so- oh my-”

“Yeah- yeah yeah yeah, biiiig stretch, ain’t it?” Gojo chuckles darkly, and you’re completely pinned down while he eases inside. “Say it w’me now, m’gonna make it fit. Hah, biiiig—”

“S-stretch-” You mutter out thickly. Your head throws back with every slight centimeter of circumference he’s managing to squeeze inside. Bullying inside. “S’a big- stretch- ngh-”

“That’s it, that’s it- big stretch.”

Gojo’s just so thick that it takes you more than a few aggressive strokes to finally shove his hefty knot inside with a wettened plop! It fits in so deeply, molding your tight walls - you swear he’s so plump there that you can count each throb of his pulsations.

“Count- can you?” He’s humming after you and oh- did you say that out loud? Slowly, sensually, Gojo starts to grind his wads of cum inside. 

Primally. 

While you’re stupid on the stretch, he finishes off - “Let’s see if you can count how many kits I fuck into ya, sweetheart.”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Hawk <3

“Oh, honey…” Higuruma puffs out breathily from between your legs, his slick tongue lapping up n’ down your slit at a frenzied pace. “Oh, angel- oh, sugar- oh.”

“Please, Hiromi—” Your thighs shake from either side of his handsome face, where he made sure that you were practically glued to him. Your cunt sliding down his mouth, his hooked nose. “I wan’ you…hck.”

“Think she’s all ready f’me again?” One of his large hands comes up to pat your ass cheeks, tenderly- though his mouth was the complete opposite.

Shoving straight between your puffy pussylips to dig against the side of your orifice. It’s only once you’re all clean from the wads of cum stuck to you that Higuruma actually moves from underneath. His dark locks tickling the side of your thighs, “Now, turn ‘round and bend over f’me, angel?”

And the voice he’s saying it in isn’t even particularly stern - but you’re clamoring to listen to him in an instant.

Oh, a hawk hybrid: one of those rare types that you were honestly lucky to be paired up with.

But, the thing about being with such a highly endangered species (especially during his peak, his rut) was that their primal instincts told them to breed. And they were going to breed. Right now.

Smack!

“Pay attention, angel.” Higuruma doesn’t even apologize for the hand he has swatted to the side of your hips. Holding you still as he quickly swipes his ruby-red crown down your slit a few times, gathering the beads of slick that drip out of you. “You hafta pay attention when m’fuckin’ you all full of my- hah, kids, alright?”

You whine, your teary lashes fluttering- “Y-yes I- oh!”

Yet another smack!

“Ah ah, what did I tell you?” You can’t reply - he doesn’t let you. Because in an instant, Higuruma’s proud girth starts pushing in. Probing.

He’s so thick that he has to spread his meaty thighs and fuck upwards to help squeeze his split-ended tip inside. Like a spotlight, he mazes his lengthy cock inside- “Hafta what?” You feel his scalding breath puff out from behind you, and it takes you a few more half-ruts to realize that he was talking to you. “You have to what now, angel?”

“Pay attention-” You’re fisting at the sheets.

“Exactly.” And Higuruma’s swollen cock twitches just a little bit hearing you say the correct answer. “Pay attention f’me while I breed you- ngh, okay, sugar?”

“Y-yes, sir-” 

Oh, it slips out without you even realizing. Without you even wanting to.

You honestly don’t know where it even came from (perhaps from your slight research about hawk hybrids beforehand? Perhaps from the whole official-feeling vibe of the building? Perhaps just from him?)

But Higuruma certainly wasn’t complaining. In fact, just the mere sound of your addressal makes him arch his back, throw his head, and it makes his powerful wings twitch.

Attached to his muscular shoulder blades, there’s a sudden whooshing sound as they suddenly flare out. Wingspan so wide that they touch either side of the dimly-lit room, and even Higuruma’s aching cock jolts.

Flinches.

Spurting out a translucent wad of pre that slickly slides down to your womb- “Y-you can’t-” Immediately, he clears his throat but it’s no use - you already hear the way that Higuruma’s voice just cracked at the very tail end of his sentence. “You can’t just call me- oh.”

“Yes, Hiromi?” Looking behind your shoulder, with those pretty eyes and that pretty voice. Honestly, he can’t handle it.

And your face is suddenly being forced forwards by one hand ‘round your neck. A headlock. 

Used solely to keep you in place, he’s drilling into you from behind like a madman, the feathery ends of his wings jolting. His thick thighs shaking. Plastering every veiny inch of his cock alllll the way inside- “S’all your fuckin’ fault.” And you don’t know whether he’s talking about the way his length was pummeling even harder, or whether his wings seemed to be oversensitive. Flapping wildly. “That m’like th-this- fuck! Why do I feel like m’going so- ngh, out of control…” 

Almost as if he’s babbling to himself.

Bit bit bit, probe by probe. His plump cock fits into even your smallest orifices, filling you up from the inside out and making you keen. “S’not my fault-”

“Of course, s’not- just you and this hngh-” He grits his teeth, nose sliding down the column of your throat so he can bask in your scent. “-pretty pussy, and this preeeetty scent and- and…”

“Yes?” You question, as he trails off.

And it takes a few more pressurized pushes before the stern man can finally answer, almost shyly. “-call me that again. Please, sugar?”

Oh, he was asking so nicely. So how could you possibly say no?

“Please- I want you to c-cum inside–” You swerve your peaking eyes around, eyes wet with tears. Just the mere sight itself - just those words already - enough to make Higuruma slam his riding hips, so hard that it almost hurts. “-sir?”

You feel something flutter. Something flap.

Before you’re crashing into your high, and Higuruma is right behind you - pour after stringy pour of cum. Clinging down from the edge of your cervix all the way down your folds, it formulates the cutest white ring that he takes such pleasure in smearin’ on your flesh.

Your toes curl, and you buck your hips back at a steady pace to meet his oncoming thrusts. Perfectly timed with every high mountain of your high, he fucks you oh-so-perfectly through your bliss.

Thinking that that melody of your moans was the prettiest fuckin’ thing he’s ever heard. “Oh my g-god—” Higuruma’s struggling to catch his breath, you left him shaking. “M’gonna hafta find a way for you to pay for this- fuck.”

“But you asked—” You whine in righteousness, blinking back the tears in your eyes once most of the haze has dissipated. And you’re seeing—all brown?

A glossy, dark brown that was practically black in some lighting. It’s soon after that you realize that Higuruma’s wings had been protectively encircling the two of you right as you hit your orgasms, like a curtain of long feathers.

He shivers n’ grunts as he pulls his wings back- honestly, it’s like they couldn’t be apart from you.

“Hawks are protective of their nest, you see.” He gruffs out, by way of explanation. Still trickling in gooey wet wads- “Especially of things that should be in their nest.”

Be in–

“Like you.”

A/N. Hope you enjoyed your stay in the program!

Plagiarism of work not authorized.

[tsukimirecs]

toge inumaki // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

salmon!

dog-gone it.

intimacy is subjective

the sky, the sun, getting beat up by inumaki

bitter eclipse

puppy love

tongue-tied

be not afraid of my body

sweet dreams and other cursed demands

i leave you

come

our hands

the sun will rise again

1999

transatlanticism

my home is where your heart is

i know when you're around ('cause i know the sound of your heart)

let's talk.

nightmares

paper wings

pull me close

this love

secret admirer

favorite

muse

a coffeeshop phone call

crush

fillings for you

[inquisitorgirl]

Kamopilled

[rwarvee]

I crocheted my boy (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)⁠♡

[tiredwakasa]

pretty ink. ♡ haitani rindou

you’ve hooked up with rindou plenty of times before, but this time it seems different. the way he’s looking at you is different, the way he’s holding your naked body and kissing on you is different.

everything about this moment is different, but in a good way.

“so pretty,” you murmured, your fingertips press softly against his bare inked skin as you lay back against the mattress, admiring the way his muscles flex when you touch him.

“yeah?” rindou questions, leaning forward to press his lips against yours, “my brother has the other half tatted on him too.”

“really? how come you never told me that until now..?”

rindou shrugged his shoulders and chuckled softly, “i dunno.. guess ‘cuz i didn’t think it was important enough to tell.”

you rolled your eyes to his answer, but suddenly, you gently grabbed his face. “well, since this half is taken— how about dedicating the other half of your body to me?” you asked, kissing his forehead, his nose then his lips.

“you mean like getting your name tattooed somewhere on me?”

you nodded your head, “mmhm..”

rindou laughed, “didn’t think you were into that type of stuff, but alright.” he said, “i’ll get your name tattooed on me in bold letters so everyone will know who i belong to.”

“bold letters? ew, no!” you giggled softly against his lips.

“then how will everyone know that you’re my girl?” rindou asked.

“wait— is this your way of asking me out, haitani?” you questioned.

“heh, i guess so and i told you not to call me that.” and with that, rindou slammed his hips into you — the burning stretch of his cock feels as if you’re being split into two. you couldn’t help but leave scratches on his back as he bottomed out.

“you should get my name right here,” rindou says, kissing your shoulder as the spot he recommends to get his name at.

“hngh— okay, okay! i’ll get your name there!” you whimpered, “i’ll even get it in bold letters..!” at the point, you’re starting to babble utter nonsense now but rindou thinks it’s cute.

rindou leans forward to press his lips against your trembling plump ones, sucking and biting on your bottom lip as he fucks you. but even the way he’s fucking you is different — it’s almost as if he’s making love to you.

“thought you didn’t like the whole bold letter thing?” he whispered into your ear with a teasing smirk, biting and licking your earlobe as a way to tease you.

rindou then leans up, his fat cock still inside of you as he place his thumb on your clit — rubbing circles on the swollen bundle of nerve and you start to milk him dry for everything he is worth. your pretty face contorted in pleasure — your boobs bouncing with each hard thrust and the way your pussy is leaking and squeezing him for dear life might actually run rindou insane.

“i don’t! i mean i do! i mean—” before you could finish your sentence, rindou kisses you. it’s a much different kiss than before . . it seems to have more affection and something more meaningful behind it.

and after breaking away from the kiss, he leans forward and whispers, “i love you,” in your ear. your face immediately heats up after hearing his confession because you never thought you’d hear him say that and you finally understand why everything seemed so different.

it’s because haitani rindou is in love with you and he doesn’t think having your name inked on his body will ever be enough to show just how much he really loves you . .

[tiredwakasa]

pretty ink. ♡ haitani rindou

you’ve hooked up with rindou plenty of times before, but this time it seems different. the way he’s looking at you is different, the way he’s holding your naked body and kissing on you is different.

everything about this moment is different, but in a good way.

“so pretty,” you murmured, your fingertips press softly against his bare inked skin as you lay back against the mattress, admiring the way his muscles flex when you touch him.

“yeah?” rindou questions, leaning forward to press his lips against yours, “my brother has the other half tatted on him too.”

“really? how come you never told me that until now..?”

rindou shrugged his shoulders and chuckled softly, “i dunno.. guess ‘cuz i didn’t think it was important enough to tell.”

you rolled your eyes to his answer, but suddenly, you gently grabbed his face. “well, since this half is taken— how about dedicating the other half of your body to me?” you asked, kissing his forehead, his nose then his lips.

“you mean like getting your name tattooed somewhere on me?”

you nodded your head, “mmhm..”

rindou laughed, “didn’t think you were into that type of stuff, but alright.” he said, “i’ll get your name tattooed on me in bold letters so everyone will know who i belong to.”

“bold letters? ew, no!” you giggled softly against his lips.

“then how will everyone know that you’re my girl?” rindou asked.

“wait— is this your way of asking me out, haitani?” you questioned.

“heh, i guess so and i told you not to call me that.” and with that, rindou slammed his hips into you — the burning stretch of his cock feels as if you’re being split into two. you couldn’t help but leave scratches on his back as he bottomed out.

“you should get my name right here,” rindou says, kissing your shoulder as the spot he recommends to get his name at.

“hngh— okay, okay! i’ll get your name there!” you whimpered, “i’ll even get it in bold letters..!” at the point, you’re starting to babble utter nonsense now but rindou thinks it’s cute.

rindou leans forward to press his lips against your trembling plump ones, sucking and biting on your bottom lip as he fucks you. but even the way he’s fucking you is different — it’s almost as if he’s making love to you.

“thought you didn’t like the whole bold letter thing?” he whispered into your ear with a teasing smirk, biting and licking your earlobe as a way to tease you.

rindou then leans up, his fat cock still inside of you as he place his thumb on your clit — rubbing circles on the swollen bundle of nerve and you start to milk him dry for everything he is worth. your pretty face contorted in pleasure — your boobs bouncing with each hard thrust and the way your pussy is leaking and squeezing him for dear life might actually run rindou insane.

“i don’t! i mean i do! i mean—” before you could finish your sentence, rindou kisses you. it’s a much different kiss than before . . it seems to have more affection and something more meaningful behind it.

and after breaking away from the kiss, he leans forward and whispers, “i love you,” in your ear. your face immediately heats up after hearing his confession because you never thought you’d hear him say that and you finally understand why everything seemed so different.

it’s because haitani rindou is in love with you and he doesn’t think having your name inked on his body will ever be enough to show just how much he really loves you . .

[adoregojo]

you two just had a harsh divorce (you didn't cuddle with him) because you abandoned him (you left for work) he will take the kids (your dog and cat) and now he's cold and lonely (he's warped in your blanket eating ice cream while sobbing) with the rain going down to smooth his pain (he was playing Lonely by Akon) and swore to never forgive you (he jumped on you suffocating you into his arms as soon as you entered the house) and he'll live in pain forever (you gave him a kiss and he forgot all about it)

bachira, ness, reo, nagi, rin, gojo, itadori, inumaki, choso, hinata, oikawa, chifuyu,

[tiredwakasa]

mario kart strips | rindou haitani . . ♡ྀི

rindou is currently sitting on the couch with a shit eating grin plastered across his face. the two of you have been playing mario kart together along with drinking and rindou thought it’d be interesting to add a few new rules to the game — the loser takes a shot of alcohol or strips down to nothing and the winner gets to enjoy the show either way it goes.

and unfortunately, the loser of the game is you . .

you could already feel the alcohol burning through your veins so you decided to strip instead. rindou decided to drink the rest of the alcohol as you took off your clothes before him and boy, was he enjoying the show.

you slowly took off your shirt and threw it on your boyfriend. his smirk widened upon seeing your bra . . you then sat on his lap, smashing your lips against his soft ones for a intense kiss and his hands gently cupping the globe of your ass.

rindou tried to unclip the back of your bra, but you quickly realized what he was doing and stopped him. “aht, aht— stop being horny!” you spat.

“‘m not being horny..” he deadpanned, but you could tell he was lying by his hardened cock as you sat on his lap, the way his cheeks are highlighted pink and not to mention, he’s the one who made up these new game rules.

“liar.” you giggled, but rindou’s patience was running thin. he wanted to see you undress immediately.

“take this off,” he muttered, “and this too!” he said as he finally unclipped your bra. your bra strap falling off and the bra cups coming off, exposing your boobs for rindou to toy and fondle with.

you slapped his hand away, “perv!” you said with a soft giggle.

now you’re completely naked at his mercy, his large veiny hands pawing at your breasts by squeezing them. “so soft..” he mumbled to himself, but you heard him loud and clear. rindou’s lips are now attached to your sensitive neck and you know for a fact you’ve dampened up his shorts with how expose you are.

a shiver goes down your spine when rindou uses his digits to press against your bare cunt to tease you. his hands are cool due to the cold alcohol beverages he’s been drinking on since playing the game. “you’re this wet already?” he questions, his fingers curling up inside of you. “we’ve barely done anything though..”

you started moving your hips for more friction and just when you were getting closer and closer to that overwhelming feeling, something or rather someone made your soul leave your body.

“um, excuse me…” the voice said and it didn’t belong to rindou.

it was ran’s voice . .

he had just woken up out of his slumber to get uber eats and of course, his mood was very sour given the fact he just walked in on his brother and his sister in law possibly doing the nasty in the living room.

rindou almost shitted on himself upon hearing ran’s dreadful voice. “holy shit, dude!” he said as he tried his hardest to cover you up with a blanket that was near by. “how long have you been standing there?!” rindou asked.

ran shrugged his shoulders, “long enough..” ran said nonchalantly, “i just got a notification that my food was here but i wasn’t expecting to get a glimpse of y/n’s titties as a side dish.” ran smirked and waved at you. “hi y/n. ♡”

“h- hi, ran.” you spoke softly, but nervously. you know you’ll never be able to face ran ever again after this nor he’ll never let you live this down . .

rindou brows furrowed together, “don’t speak to his perverted ass!” rindou spat, “he’s probably going to jack off with your tits on his mind!” suddenly, rindou picked you up and carried you away from the living room and into his bedroom. “we’re going to be busy so don’t bother us with your bullshit!” rindou said as he slammed the door in ran’s face.

ran began cackling, “rin, have you been drinking..?” ran questioned, “you remember what happened last time when you got drunk.. y/n couldn’t even walk properly after you—”

“dude, just shut up for once!” rindou yelled, his face as red as a tomato. you remember the time ran was referring back to and your face instantly heated up thinking about it.

it’s safe to say that there’s a huge possibility that your legs might be fucked . .

[yuujispunches]

Crumbling down ~ N.K.

Pairing: Noritoshi Kamo x fem!reader

Summary: When Noritoshi comes back from a specially tough mission he can’t hold it in anymore but you’re there to pick up the pieces.

CW (content warning): aged up Noritoshi Kamo, this is slightly angsty, mentions of sex, p in v sex, MDNI (+18), mentions of an injury and blood, allusions to family neglect.

AN (author’s note): Did someone ask for this? No. Did I make this and still go a bit overboard anyways? Yes. There just needs to be more Noritoshi works out there, my boy deserves more appreciation. As always a reminder that English is not my first language and I’m typing this on my phone so I’m sorry if there are any typos/mistakes. Anyways hope you like it! :)

Requests are open so feel free to send them! (you can check the list of characters I write for on my pinned post)

Masterlist

The door slams behind him harder than he meant it to.

Noritoshi doesn’t speak. He’s soaked from rain and spattered with blood not all of it his. His jaw is locked so tightly you can see the muscle twitch beneath his skin. He’s not looking at you, not really. Just standing there, chest heaving, like if he moves too fast he might break something he can't fix.

You know that look.

“Nori…” You call his name softly. No answer.

He moves to shrug off his coat, but his hands are shaking just a little, barely noticeable but you catch it. He pauses. Still won't look at you. You take a step forward.

“You’re hurt.” You say, it’s not accusatory but you say it firmly.

“I’m fine.” He dismissed immediately.

“Don’t lie.” You shot back, voice a bit louder than before, as you look at him a few frown forming on your face.

“I said I’m fine” He snaps, eyes sharp, voice cutting through the air like a blade. And then he flinches. Immediately. Like he regrets it before the sound has even faded.

You reach out, slowly as if you were trying to approach a wounded wild animal, not to stop him, not to fix him, just to touch. And that’s when he finally cracks.

His hand wraps around your wrist and pulls. Not hard. Not rough. But with a kind of quiet desperation that burns hotter than rage. His forehead drops to your shoulder. His breath is unsteady against your neck.

“I almost- ” He chokes, voice rough and low. “I couldn't control it. I let my anger win. And I- ” An that’s when you knew what had happened.

You thread your fingers into his hair. “You’re not him.”

That stops him.

He stiffens against you then collapses inward, pressing closer, mouth brushing your jaw, your throat. “But I’m trying to become someone he would’ve approved of.”

You tilt his face toward yours. There’s no mask left in him. No noble pride, no perfect posture just a man who’s been unraveling for years and finally let someone see the seams.

“You don’t need his approval.” You whisper. “You need to feel something that’s yours.”

And then you kiss him.

Not soft. Not sweet. But with urgency a shared ache, a wordless plea. He kisses back like he’s drowning, like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your mouth so he doesn’t forget who he is. His hands grip your waist, then your face, then your back like he can’t decide which part of you he needs most until he finally lifts you, hands on the back of your knees, making you hook your legs around his waist before he walks you backwards to the bed, and lowers you onto the sheets like you’re the last safe place left in the world.

Your clothes mow off before you can even realise it, scattering all over the bedroom’s floor. When he enters you, it’s slow but not gentle. It’s heavy. Intentional. Raw. His forehead presses to yours, eyes locked to yours, and he doesn't look away not once. Like he’s confessing things he can’t bear to say aloud through every roll of his hips, every whispered breath, every desperate "Stay with me."

You cup his face as he moves inside you, and for the first time, he lets out a sound broken and breathless.

“I don't know who I am without all of this,” He confesses into your mouth.

You pull him closer, wrap your legs around his waist, and breathe, “Then start with this. With me. Just feel.”

And he does.

He thrusts deeper, harder not to dominate, but to lose himself. To feel. And when you moan for him, when you whimper his name like it’s the only one that matters, he shudders so hard you think he might fall apart right there inside you.

Afterward, his body covers yours completely, hands still trembling slightly as he strokes your skin like he’s not sure you’re real. You hold him through it through the shaking, the silence, the pieces coming back together.

And when he finally whispers, “Thank you,” voice hoarse against your collarbone…

You don’t say anything. You just hold him tighter, your hand on his back as you lazily trace patterns on his skin with your fingertips soothingly.

Because you understand It was never just about sex. It was about being seen. And still being held. He needed someone to see him, not the head of the Kamo clan, not the man that his father wanted him to be but just Noritoshi Kamo, a man than was more broken that he let on, a man that needed someone to stay by his side.

The next morning, light filters in through thin curtains, soft and pale the kind of morning where nothing has to be said right away.

Noritoshi wakes before you. He doesn’t move for a long time. Just lays there, eyes open, one arm slung low around your waist, your head resting on his chest. Your breath is slow and even. Peaceful. He watches your lashes flutter faintly, the soft indent of your cheek against his skin, the bare curve of your thigh over his.

You're real. You’re still here. And that terrifies him more than anything.

Last night plays behind his eyes like a film he isn’t sure he deserves to keep. The way you held him not just physically, but emotionally, like you were willing to carry pieces of him he never let anyone see. It was more than sex. Far more than he intended to give.

And yet… he doesn’t regret a second of it. It’s completely against all that he had believe up until now, un familiar and terrifying like nothing else and yet it felt right.

When you stir, it’s with a soft sound in your throat a sleepy exhale against his ribs. Your fingers curl slightly against his stomach. You shift, eyes blinking open, and find him already watching.

You smile and he swallows hard. That smile feels like sunlight through ice, a warm feeling spreading through his chest at the mere sight.

“Did you sleep?” You murmur, voice still heavy with sleep but not lacking any warmth.

“A little,” He admits.

You trace a lazy circle on his chest. “You stayed.”

“I did.” He murmurs, eyes not leaving your face.

He says it like it’s a fact. But the weight behind it like he’s surprised he could like he’s even more surprised you let him speaks louder than anything.

Your smile fades into something softer. More serious. “Do you regret it?” You’re scared of the answer but you needed to know where you stood now.

He doesn’t answer right away. But he tightens his arm around you.

“No.” He says finally. Quiet. Honest. “But I’m… not used to this.”

“Being wanted?” You ask him, your voice is quiet but he can hear it resonating somewhere deep inside of him.

He exhales, eyes flicking up to the ceiling. “Being allowed to want back.”

The silence that follows isn't heavy. It’s full. Like it holds everything neither of you can quite say yet.

You lift yourself up onto your elbows, half over his chest, and tilt his face toward you. Your lips are gentle when they meet his not asking for anything. Just reaffirming. Still here. Still his. Still real. And he melts into it.

For the first time in a long time, Noritoshi Kamo doesn’t feel like a weapon. Or a legacy. Or a curse waiting to happen.

He just feels like a man being loved. Quietly. Without condition.

And he holds your hands firmly, his eyes closed, breath steady like if he can just stay in this moment a little longer, maybe he can learn how to want something for himself.

Maybe he can learn how to stay if it’s by your side.

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how to baby trap marry your best friend!

best friend or baby daddy, one thing's for sure, you're not getting rid of him!

pairings: bsf!Geto x f!Reader

content: MDNI, smut and fluff and light angst, modern AU, mutual pining, heavy yearning, they want each other BAD, friends-to-lovers-to-parents, unprotected piv sex, mating press, creampie, fingering, oral (m! + f! receiving), lots of teasing and tension, taking pictures during sex, unplanned pregnancy, discussions of pregnancy/marriage, cravings, reader is a lil insecure, Suguru adores her anyway, short Gojo cameo, protective/possessive dilf!Suguru lol, idiots in love

part of this wikihow collab with @neovillains, art by @captainsalsaa divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !

Step one?

Comfort you after you dumped yet another boyfriend.

Or maybe the first step had been one he never meant to take. Falling in love with the girl who pulled on his ponytail on the playground at age five. And at twenty-five? He fell even harder at the thought of what sort of face you'd make if he pulled your hair now, if you'd throw him a glare or a laugh, maybe pout your pretty lips at him before he bent you over his kitchen counter and -

"Suguru," You giggled, glancing over your shoulder, a playful glint shimmering in your eyes as you nudged his side. "Are you actually drunk?"

On you, maybe.

"No," He murmured, a cold hand finding your hip, an excuse, really, to pull you closer, press your body between his and the marble edge of the countertop as he reached over your head to grab the bowls he started keeping on the top shelf so you'd need his help grabbing them.

He caught the way your breath hitched in your throat, spine going stiff for a second, before relaxing into him like it was second nature by now, your head tilting to twist back against his chest and look up at him.

"You don't seem very heartbroken to me," He dryly commented, to which you just made a noncommittal hm, blinking a few times.

"I'm fine."

"Yeah?" He murmured, a little lost in your proximity, how right it felt for your back to be against his chest. "If he lost you, he must be a fucking idiot."

"Oh?" You giggled. "You know, he actually said we were in love with each other?"

"And? Are you in love with me?" Suguru teased, setting the bowls down to cage you in closer, his hand cutting off your chance at wiggling away when it landed on the counter, the fingers on your hips gripping a little tighter, wrinkling your dress.

Wishful thinking or not, he could almost feel the heat in your cheeks from here, your eyes crinkling when you just shrugged.

"What movie do you wanna watch?" You hummed, eyes flickering from his down to his lips, like you wanted to watch him reply, or maybe, hopefully, something more.

The game of pulling each other in just to push each other away at the last second still in swing after two decades.

"Whatever you want," Suguru shrugged back, the steady pop pop pops! of the kernels on the stove filling the background, the half-empty bottle of wine waiting to be polished off perched between two glasses. Yours was nearly full, but there were only a few drops left in his, despite drinking being your idea.

Showing up at his door on a Saturday night, gift bag in hand with tissue paper sticking out, wearing your favorite little sundress, cardigan hanging off your shoulders when you grinned up at him and asked if you could crash for a couple days.

"Boo," You did pout, and he hoped your proximity to his heart didn't mean you could hear it actually skipping a beat. "What if I want you to pick?"

He wished you only wanted him, period.

You stared sometimes and he could feel it there, simmering underneath your smile and living in the lines on your face. But you were always dating some other dark-haired asshole or he'd find himself in someone else's bed (who always looked a little too much like you, sharing the same shade of hair or the shape of your eyes). Living off of lingering touches and secret jokes and the moments where the boundaries blurred, where you'd be snuggled against his side or a kiss on the cheek would stray closer to the corner of your mouth instead.

Both of you waiting for the day the other one accepted defeat, conceded victory and came clean about the festering feelings you shared.

"Fine," He sighed, moving the pot to a different burner, flicking the heat off before taking off the lid, having to smack your hand away before you could snag a still-hot piece from the top before he could add any popcorn salt. "Just go sit down before you manage to burn yourself, okay?"

You rolled your eyes, poking his side before pouring more wine in his glass, carrying both over to the coffee table, too distracted watching him to pay attention to where you were walking, the corner catching your leg and sending you stumbling.

He would laugh at you later.

But now?

He was dropping the bowl back to the counter, hurrying over to help you up, your dress soaked and stained, clinging to your body, broken shards of glass littering the wooden floor.

"Shit, Sugu, I'm sorry," You frowned, chewing on your bottom lip as you pinched the sticky fabric away from your chest. But he caught the little glint in your eyes, the way one corner of your mouth involuntarily tugged up, like maybe you'd done it on purpose.

"Careful," He sighed, grabbing you by the waist to move you away from the safety hazard just to take your wrist anyway after he set you back down, pulling you down the hall to his room. "I'll throw that in the wash. You can just wear one of my shirts."

Sure, you already had a drawer full of your clothes at his place. But you both knew you'd rather wear something of his anyway.

"You're not mad, are you?" You asked, your face still scrunched up in disappointment when he pushed open the bedroom door.

"When have I ever been mad at you?"

He wanted to be, sometimes. When you introduced him to a new guy who would check out other girls when he should be thanking the fucking stars you even looked at him. When he thought about the time you got a little too wasted on your birthday a few years ago and kissed him in the backseat of a taxi just to forget the next morning. But the hurt could never hold it's shape, the anger could never set in, not when the need for you had engraved itself in his bones, to see you smile and hear your laugh at his jokes. No matter how much it ached to watch you offer yourself to others who didn't even see you.

Suguru went to grab a t-shirt off a hanger, glancing over his shoulder at you to find - fuck.

You already stripped out of your dress, perched pretty on the edge of his bed and staring at him almost innocently, your head tilted to the side as if to ask 'what?'

He shouldn't look, really, he absolutely should not, but his eyes don't know that, drifting down to the pretty swell of your breasts pushed out in a skimpy little lace bra that he was going to be thinking about long after you left, and his throat almost closes then and there.

"Here," He dryly choked out, his jaw clenching as he tossed you the shirt, dragging his attention down to where you discarded your dress.

"Thanks," You caught it, but barely made an effort to cover up your chest, your eyes following him as he bent over to pick it up, something that sounded close to a sigh escaping when he walked towards the door.

Suguru wouldn't crack. His composure couldn't. The only thing worse than you not being his was you not being in his life at all.

He could live with being in love with you. But knowing you didn't feel the same might kill him.

He didn't want a one-time thing, a single night spent in the sheets, but every part of you, every inch of your skin and second of your time. If you fucked him once just to say you couldn't be friends anymore, couldn't be anything, he didn't know what he'd do.

It was hard to know where the line was drawn when both of you had erased it so many times just to hastily scrawl a new one a little further back.

Carefully measuring out the laundry detergent and adjusting the settings on the washing machine before turning it on, the scent of your perfume and the wine clinging to him even after he turned away, glancing back down at the closed bedroom door. You were probably done changing by now, or close, at least.

He still knocked anyway, knuckles tapping against the wood, waiting for your reply.

"Can I come in?" Suguru called out, leaning against the door, trying not to think about what you looked like in his bed, the still image already burned in the back of his brain.

"Uh-huh," You hummed. Twisting the knob, he pushed it open, his stare locking onto you before he could even really process what he was seeing.

You were not done changing.

The hooks of your bra weren't even properly clasped, a tiny little thong hooked over your hips, your back to him while you rummaged through his nightstand. Something was in your hands that he couldn't see.

You glanced over your shoulder, a cute little smirk plastered to your lips that he wanted to kiss off of you, twist into a gasp, a moan of his name. "Hi."

"Hi," He echoed, low and gravelly, one corner of his mouth curling up to match yours.

You knew what you were doing.

And he was so tired of pretending he didn't.

"Say cheese," You giggled, holding up an old camera of his, finger hovering over the shutter while he folded his arms across his chest, his mouth set in a thin line even when you snapped a photo.

"Hand it over," He huffed, his focus straining to stay on your face while you walked over to him, bare feet padding across his floor until you were close enough to push the camera against his chest. The words were on his tongue before he could second guess saying them. "My turn."

The blush coloring your face made him feel warm, the sudden hints of shyness bleeding through when you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, like you just remembered how little you were wearing, how close he was.

"Scared?" Suguru mocked, giving you an out he hoped you wouldn't take.

"N-no," You stammered though, a crease forming between your furrowed brow as you protested.

"Back on the bed then," He murmured, wondering if you'd pose for him, if this would be the only picture you'd let him take of you tonight.

You hesitantly perched yourself back on the end, glancing down at yourself then back up at him, swallowing hard as you tried to collect your confidence again. Scooting back, parting your legs just enough that he caught a glimpse of the small damp patch on your panties, chuckling at the realization you were more worked up than him.

"More," He instructed, watching the way your lips parted and froze, how slowly your limbs started to move.

He sighed, sitting the camera down on the mattress next to you before sliding his hands over your soft thighs, spreading them for you, pretending your little gasp at the contact didn't make his cock practically jump in his boxers.

"Lay down for me, okay, pretty girl?" Suguru requested, softer this time, and you nodded, listening as you laid back, your body stiff as it sank down on his comforter. Only starting to relax once his hands slipped higher, the feeling of your bare skin under his palm only fueling the burning need he'd been suppressing for so long.

Hooking two sturdy fingers under the band of your panties and slowly peeling them down your thighs, taking his time and waiting for some squeak of his name to leave your mouth, but you just watched him back, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

Once your underwear hit the floor, you hesitantly shifted, opening yourself up for him. "Like this?"

Suguru wasn't sure he was going to make it out of here with his sanity in tact.

Step two?

He was going to fuck you until you admitted you'd been waiting for this just as long as him.

"Look at me," He quietly said, picking the camera back up to hide the hunger in his gaze as he peered through the viewfinder at you.

Your unsure stare reflecting his own desperation, lashes fluttering as you tried to decide what face to make.

He could help with that.

Returning one hand to the inside of your thigh, tracing a soft path up to the slick on your skin as placed his hand over your entrance, his thumb dipping just barely in to the knuckle while he watched your face for every tiny flicker in your expression. Entranced by how easily he made you squirm, your pretty pout like you wanted more and knowing he wouldn't give it to you unless you asked.

And click!

Of all the candids he'd taken over the years, the collection of your smiles and scoffs saved in photo albums and in his phone's camera rolls, he knew that this would be his favorite.

"Sugu-" You started, the uneven rise-and-fall of your chest only drawing his attention the strap of your bra slipping down your arm.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He breathed, stuck staring at the sharp edge of one of your canines was tugging on your lower lip, the glimmer in your eyes at how intimate the nickname suddenly felt despite how many times he called you that before.

"Are you sure?" You slowly enunciated every syllable, straining to speak as his thumb dipped deeper. Trying not to give away how much he was affecting you, like he couldn't feel the muscles pull tighter, see the twitch of your hips as they fought to buck up and force him in more.

"Always have been about you," Suguru simply said, pushing his palm down over your clit, watching you gasp at the sudden pressure, eyes fluttering closed as you harshly sucked in a breath.

"God," You hissed.

"Take your bra off," He instructed, and you listened, struggling to prop yourself up enough to reach around with one hand and fumble to undo the clasp, throwing it off with a clatter to the floor.

Fuck.

The way your breasts bounced as you moved, how the buds of your nipples were already perked up and hard, just begging him to roll his tongue over them, to pinch and grope and hold. Mark your chest and your neck with enough kisses to erase the fact that anyone else had ever touched them before him.

He wanted to be the last man who would.

How could he not when you were looking at him like you needed him?

"You wanna tell me what you want?" He hm-ed, slipping his thumb back out, the slick pad dragging up to trace a ghost of a circle over the swollen bud while you whined at the abrupt absence.

"You, please," You whimpered, and he didn't think he'd ever been this hard before. "S-Sugu, I wan' you."

It took every ounce of control not to pull his cock out and fuck you until you cried that out again and again, until pretty tears were collected in your eyes and all you could do was whimper.

He slowly slotted two fingers inside, the stretch making you shudder, thighs struggle to resist the temptation to close on his hand.

He clicked his tongue, once, twice, three times.

"Keep them open for me, baby," He teased, and you just pushed out your bottom lip, weakly nodding as all your muscles tensed again, muscles straining to stay in place when he crooked his fingers all the way in.

"Fuck, fuck, god, there." Your cute moan made his head spin, how your breath almost stuttered every time you sucked it in just for him to immediately force it back out, skin he used to try so hard to avoid staring at in swim suits now completely bare in his sheets.

Pumping his fingers in-and-out, the filthy fucking sound of how wet you were for him ringing his his ears, how right it felt to have you squeezing desperately around him, to be the one pushing you closer and closer to cumming on his fingers.

"That's it, pretty," He softly said, feeling you throb at his low voice, pausing to test it out again. "Come on, breathe."

You tried, sucking in a small breath and looking at him with glossy eyes, silently begging him to keep going.

"Use your words, sweetheart," Suguru purred, swiping his thumb back over your sensitive clit and you shivered.

"Please let me cum," You begged out loud this time, trembling at his touch.

He chuckled, dark and low, slotting his fingers back inside, already trying to memorize which spots made you whine louder, thrusting in, out, in, out, until-

"Suguru."

His name ripped from your throat right as his fingers found the spongy spot in the back, fingertips pressing against it just enough for you to cry out his name a second time, your legs snapping shut as you grinded up against his hand.

"Go ahead, baby," He murmured, letting you rut against his palm for extra pressure and friction, readjusting so his thumb was massaging circles over the swollen bud. "C'mon, cum."

And fuck, he never thought you'd looked more beautiful than right now - lashes fluttering, pretty lips parted as your back arched off the bed, his fingers buried knuckle-deep in your cunt while you came.

"Look so pretty like this f'me," He promised, his thumb rolling over your clit while you blushed and squirmed, still trying to catch your breath when he didn't immediately pull out.

"S-shut up," Your voice was small as you stammered.

"Can I take another photo?" He teased, slipping his slick fingers out, and popping them in his own mouth, needing to taste you on his tongue.

The image of him cleaning the ring of white off his fingers seemed to make you more flustered, your glossy stare searing through his heart.

"You want to?" You swallowed hard.

He climbed on top of the bed, pulling his fingers out with a pop! and grazing over your lower lip with his thumb, caging you in under his broad frame.

"That a yes?" He hm-ed, and you nodded, letting him tug your mouth open. He pushed the same two fingers that had just been in his mouth into yours, your tongue swirling over his knuckles, sucking softly and peering up at him with those pretty eyes.

"Mhm," Your muffled voice purred back.

He fumbled for the camera, holding it back up and hovering his finger over the button as you met his stare through the viewfinder, your own hand reaching up to hold his and push his fingers in deeper while he snapped the photo.

"My pretty girl."

His his his.

Pulling out his fingers while he leaned over to deposit the camera on the nightstand, your lips still open, waiting for a kiss or about to tease him for a sentiment so silly, but a soft smile curled up.

"Yeah, yours."

Suguru Geto was in love. Something he always knew, but only existed in the loops of his mind, the quiet score of his life, playing in the background of every scene. But this, with you here, it was loud. In every look and touch, in every breath he exhaled, the atoms crackling in the air between your bodies.

"I need to fuck you," He heard himself say, hoarse and thick with something caught between desperation and desire.

"Oh yeah?" Your airy little giggle was abruptly cut off with his mouth colliding against yours, wondering if his tasted like wine or you as he sucked softly on your lower lip.

Your hands were struggling to pull his shirt up, only breaking the kiss to shove it up and over his head, your warm palms skimming over his muscles and tracing over each ridge and curve like you'd thought about touching him half as much as he thought about touching you.

"Sugu," You giggled again, letting him pepper your cheek with kisses, his mouth leaving hungry sucks in a line down your throat, marks you'd probably have to wear a scarf or makeup to cover at work in a few days.

He really couldn't stop touching you. Caressing your face and groping your breast and tracing your collarbone and trying to find an excuse to catalogue what every inch of you felt like under him.

"Mm?" He barely paused, feeling your delicate touch start to tug down the zipper of his jeans, the rustle of you unbuttoning them next. He wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples, groaning softly as he dragged his tongue over it as you managed to slip your fingers underneath his jeans and the band of his boxers to feel how hard he already was. Swiping your fingertips over his leaking tip to collect the pre-cum there and wiggling back out to bring it to your lips for your own taste.

His throat went dry.

More than dry. Actually, it felt like someone stuffed fucking cotton balls down it and his pants suddenly felt two sizes too tight as you dragged your tongue over your fingertips and batted your lashes at him.

"I thought you needed to fuck me," You reminded him with the sort of soft sigh that made him dizzy.

He was pushing off his plush mattress to finish what you started, discarding his jeans and boxers in one go, his composure not just cracked but crumbled into a million little pieces he couldn't clean up, the need turning him into the kind of man who couldn't care less about appearances or control if it mean he could fuck your brains out enough that you'd forget about all of that too.

His cock was practically pink, swollen and hard, swinging up to smack against his dark happy trail and muscles, your eyes getting even wider, glued to the thick length.

"Um, S-Sugu," You stuttered, and it was cute to see you lose your own cool, scooting back higher on the bed and propping yourself up on your elbows.

"Uh-huh?" He wryly cocked his head to the side as he climbed back on top of you, pulling you down by your hips as your head fell back on his pillow. Spreading your legs back open, glistening and gorgeous and all his.

"Kiss me again," You quietly requested, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Returning his lips to your own to press a tender kiss there while his tip nudged against your opening, your body jolting when he pinned you down with his weight. Slipping one hand behind your neck to deepen the kiss, his tongue tracing the ridges of your teeth while his other hand held your waist, your wrists wrapping around his neck while you moaned in his mouth, unable to do anything but grind up where his cock was practically twitching against your clit.

Getting more desperate by the second, your muffled moan turning into a whine, bucking up harder to chase your high from earlier.

"Put it in," Your voice was a strained whisper in-between kisses, rolling your hips up again.

"Say please," Suguru taunted, kissing your frown away before he could even really form.

"Please."

He was letting go of your waist to grab the base of his cock, pushing the first few inches in and watching your body tense and stiffen around him, your thighs trying not to close as he pushed past the first ring of resistance, the gasp you attempted to stifle not going unnoticed.

"You okay, baby?" He paused, your body squeezing him sinfully before he hadn't even quite made it halfway in.

"You're, um, bigger, than I imagined," You choked out, and he wasn't sure if it was his ego or his dick that got fucking bigger hearing you admit you imagined him at all.

"It'll fit," He murmured, barely containing the urge to bottom out already, taking his time stretching you out, molding you to each vein and ridge. "Promise I'll take care of you."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, locked them there with your heels digging into his back, and the feeling of your soft thighs against his skin, the squeeze of the muscle had him burying himself in fully before he could stop it.

"Shit, Suguru, o-oh, oh," You mewled at him, nails scratching at his shoulder blades while you buried your face into the crook of his neck, moaning into his skin, teeth nipping at his collarbone.

He kind of hoped you would bite him. Leave little indents of your teeth on his skin so he could run his fingers over it in the morning.

"Fuck," He murmured, stalling for a second just to appreciate how it felt. The warmth of your body trapped under his, the taste of you still on his tongue while his cock was snugly sheathed inside you, raw and-

Shit, he wasn't wearing a condom.

You hadn't asked him to. And to be honest, he didn't even think he had one. It's not like he'd been seeing anyone recently or even considered the possibility he might need one tonight.

It would probably be fine.

He could just pull out or-

"Baby," Your voice, so needy, distracted him.

Suguru's brain shut off.

All higher reasoning had been abandoned, replaced only by the thought of making you cum again (and again).

Sliding out just to shove himself back in, gentle thrusts growing faster, harder with every one of your whines and broken rasps of his name, your hands running over his back and your mouth on his throat. Eventually un-hooking your legs from his hips to pin your thighs to your chest, angling himself to hit that same spongy spot he had before, half-incoherent murmurs whispered into your skin of how beautiful you were, how badly he wanted you, needed you.

And you were nodding back, tears brimming at your lashes and moaning his name, offering quiet little swears that you belonged to him like it was a secret meant for the two of you to keep.

"Oh, t-there, fuck," You whimpered, his cock practically grinding against your cervix as his hips smacked against your skin, planting another open-mouthed kiss on your lips while you both struggled to stave off your climax. Neither of you wanted it to end. "Suguru, m' so close."

"I know, baby, I know," He groaned, barely holding himself together, all the carefully assembled pieces of his life about feeling like they were about to fracture the second his restraint snapped.

There was no going back after this.

No mask he'd be able to wear now that he knew what this felt like. Knew what you looked like pinned under him in the filthiest fucking mating press imaginable, fucked-out and filled-up by his cock slamming again and again while his thumb made messy circles over your clit, rolling and pinching it just to see what sort of noises he could pull out of you next. Especially not after knowing what face you made when you finished, your shattered gasp and your glazed-over eyes focused solely on him and fuck-

Fuck.

He cumming before he could stop himself, your body wrapped up so warm around him, the delicious squeeze like you wanted to draw out every last fucking drop, painting your insides white before he even had enough brain power to start to pull out, but by then, only the last few drops were left to leak onto your thighs. Both dazed, blinking and breathing, his cock still hard in his hand while he stared down at his seed dripping out of you.

You were probably on birth control.

Probably.

Suguru reached over to snag the camera off the nightstand, one hand still pinning your thighs down while the other held the camera back up.

"Say cheese."

Step three?

Show up to your apartment after you'd been avoiding him for what? Two months?

Work stuff, you said, already made plans, you bluffed, feeling sick, you excused.

You hadn't left his place upset - no, you showered and practically stayed in his bed until you had to go to work on Monday. Kissed him on the lips and brushed his bangs out of his face, but when he replayed the 36 hours of heaven, none of the words exchanged had technically been confessions. Or at least, nothing that would put a name to whatever the two of you were now.

It's not like you hadn't gone a couple weeks without seeing each other in person. But this was getting ridiculous - and exactly what he'd been worried about in the first place. He knew you were probably overthinking it, probably just as worried as he was that it'd screw everything up, judging by the still-constant stream of texts you sent him every day.

But he couldn't take it anymore - close enough to just calling it like it was and asking you out officially if it meant you'd stop whatever this was. He'd spent more nights by now fucking in fists to the photos he'd taken of you, painfully-aware of how much better the real thing was.

He could tell by the sound of some shitty reality show playing too-loud through the door that you were definitely home, but you didn't answer the first time he knocked. Or the fourth.

By the tenth, he was flipping through his keys to find the spare one to your place, his text messages to you left unread as he turned it in the lock, calling out your name as he stepped inside. No answer.

Panic had started to prick at his nerves, glancing around to see your stuff scattered around like you usually left it as he crept through your empty kitchen and living room. There weren't any dishes in the sink though, just a few empty packs of crackers, a small trash can by the couch, a blanket thrown over the side and a crushed pillow like you'd just been there. He heard it then - the sound of retching.

Shit. You were sick.

He followed the noise down the hall into the bathroom, the door already cracked open, softly saying your name as he approached so he wouldn't surprise you, but you coughed again, glancing over your shoulder clearly startled anyway.

"What are you-" You weakly rasped, a few stray hairs plastered to your forehead with sweat, tired circles around your eyes before you got sick again. He hurried to hold the rest of your hair back with one hand, the other rubbing little circles on your shoulder blade.

"Hey, it's okay," He murmured, concern replacing everything else he'd been preoccupied with when he showed up. "I was worried about you."

Something that looked like fear flashed across your features when you finished and peeked back over at him.

"Suguru," You slowly said his name, and just speaking sounded like it must hurt.

"Come on, want me to carry you back to the couch? I can go pick up some medicine for you, whatever else you want too," He offered, his thumb rubbing over your your shoulder blade in comforting half-circles. You didn't immediately answer, a small frown still stuck on your face. "You been to the doctor yet?"

"Suguru," You said his name again, more serious this time and he froze.

"Yeah?" He swallowed hard, and you refused to meet his stare.

"I'm pregnant," You murmured, so quietly that was barely audible over the bathroom exhaust fan.

His brain stopped working.

His body too - stuck in place, his thumb still pressing down on the tense muscles of your back.

"You're-" He started, then stopped himself. Each word forming its own separate thought, struggling to piece each of them together when weight of them all combined threatened to crush him. "Is it my baby?"

Fuck, it had to be.

You nodded, just a small bob of your head, and he could barely blink.

Baby. A baby. Yours and his.

"Don't hate me," You whispered sheepishly, shoulders shrinking together. "But I want to keep it."

"I could never hate you," He hoped it sounded reassuring, straining to keep his own happiness in check, struggling to be steady the way you clearly needed him to be. "Whatever you want, I'm here for you. And our baby."

"You mean it?" You turned, just enough that he was able to tug you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you.

"Promise." He pressed a kiss against your hair, cradling you closer.

Your breathing was still shaky, sniffling a few times before your arms wrapped around his waist, face pressed against his shirt.

"Have you been to the doctor yet?" He asked again, although it had an entirely different meaning now, one that still hadn't sunk in all the way yet.

"I called, after, um, I got the positive test," You talked into his chest, voice muffled but you refused to pull away either. "My first appointment isn't for another two weeks."

"I'll go with you," He muttered.

"You don't have-"

"I want to," Suguru chuckled. "Let me take care of you, okay?"

"That's kind of how we ended up here," You reminded him, and he didn't have to see your face to know you were pouting.

He still laughed though, because he'd still do it again.

"Want me to make you something to see if you can keep it down?" He decided to shift the subject, rubbing your back in long, soothing strokes, content to play doctor or nurse (or husband) or whatever role you wanted from him.

Playing chef while he made you something warm, masseuse when he rubbed your back while you curled up next to him in bed, and boyfriend when you finally fell asleep, slipping out of your room to complete the chores that had started to pile up that you'd been too exhausted to do.

It was the least he could do when all your energy was already being devoted to his baby.

By the time he finished and crept back into your bedroom, you were still dreaming, the blankets kicked off of your body. The bed creaked as he climbed back in, settling next to your warm body.

His hand slipped down your side, readjusting so his chest was pressed against your back as his fingers drifted slowly over your stomach, just beneath your belly button, trying to picture it.

Would the baby be a boy? Or a girl?

A little mini-version of you running around, maybe with his eyes or hair?

You were already everything he ever wanted. Anything extra was just icing on top.

Step four?

Convince you to move into his place before the second trimester was over, it was bigger, anyway, had a spare bedroom he'd been using as a home gym he already started converting into a nursery. Spending the weekends building baby furniture and taking you out for dates disguised as shopping, buying little onesies and toys mostly so he could insist on treating you to lunch or dinner afterwards.

It was easier than he expected.

What wasn't?

Convincing you to marry him.

You were already carrying his child. Pretty and pregnant, the cute swell of your stomach you tried to hide under flowy dresses and oversized sweaters making his heart throb in his chest every time he saw it. His mouth would go dry, his eyes stuck staring if he caught you in the middle of changing, even when you shyly tried to turn away. Only having sex in certain positions where you could try to avoid letting him see it, although it usually ended up with him flipping you over on your back or pulling you on top.

"We're going to be late," Suguru sighed, throwing on a sweater from the closet.

"I just need a few more minutes," You pouted, halfway yelling from the bathroom.

He crossed over the bedroom, pushing the bathroom door open with two fingers so he could poke his head through. You were frowning at yourself in the mirror, readjusting your dress, like it'd make it any less obvious you were pregnant. Other clothing items were already discarded across the floor.

"Baby," He softly said, wrapping his arms around your waist, running a hand over your baby bump while the other slipped up to cup your swollen breast starting to spill out of your bra. Despite your insistence otherwise, your discomfort with your changing body, he still tried to offer to take you out to buy stuff for you instead of just the baby. "You look beautiful."

You did.

Everything in him ached to touch you constantly, and maybe it was protective or possessive or whatever you wanted to call it, but he hated that you wanted to hide it, the physical proof that you were his.

He wanted everyone to know it, wanted to slide a ring on your finger and have family photos on the fridge because you were carrying more of him with you now than just his heart.

You scowled at him in the mirror.

"I look pregnant," You muttered, like it was a bad thing.

"Yeah?" He chuckled, tracing the subtle curve of your stomach with his thumb. Twenty weeks. That was halfway there, wasn't it? He'd read more than a few parenting books in his spare time - looked up the latest articles on pregnancy and what to expect. He'd pour over the packets you left from the prenatal appointments with, asked off for each one in advance, absolutely refusing to let you go alone.

"I hate all my clothes," You huffed.

"You hated them before you were pregnant," Suguru sighed, pulling you closer and leaning down to plant a soft kiss against your throat. "You should probably wear something else though. Aren't they doing an ultrasound today?"

He phrased it like a question even though he knew they were.

You frowned again, wiggling away from him to slip out of his grip and walk over to the dresser, yanking out a pair of sweatpants.

"Everything fits weird," You complained, pulling your dress up and over your head, and Suguru stared, feeling the way his own jeans started to fit too tight at the sight of your exposed skin.

"We can go shopping for some new clothes after the appointment," Suguru absentmindedly said, still memorizing the pretty outline of your body.

He could kiss you, offer reassurance after reassurance that he did want you, but you were reluctant to believe him.

Your foot was still anxiously tapping the floor of the waiting room when you arrived, gripping his hand like it was a lifeline, your last tether stopping you from giving into the stress.

"It's gonna be fine," He leaned down to murmur in your ear, barely able to squeeze your hand back with how tightly you were holding it.

"What if it's not?" You were panicking, your other hand protectively placed over your stomach like you were shielding it from the rest of the world.

"Then we'll figure it out together."

His answer didn't seem to calm you much, the little circles he rubbed over your knuckles only making your foot tall a little slower.

"They keep looking at you," You eventually craned your neck up to whisper in his ear, frowning even harder than you had when you first walked in.

"Who?" He leaned down to whisper back.

"The other moms," You pouted, cutting a glare over to a woman who was, in fact, staring. She tried to turn away, but not before you both caught her blush.

"So?" He had to resist the smirk that wanted to creep up, lest he faced your wrath too. Like he could ever want anyone else when you were sitting next to him in the waiting room because his baby was growing inside of you, although this jealousy was something he probably would've killed to see you show over him six months ago.

"I'm probably going to be prying them off of you at the playground in a couple years," You huffed, and he couldn't help but chuckle picturing that.

But before you could focus your frown on him, a nurse called out your full name, his own forming at the reminder he was barely here as a boyfriend, that his baby might not even have his last name either.

He insisted on helping you stand, a hand on the small of your back even when you didn't really need it yet, following you through the hall and listening to you answer the same questions they always asked at every appointment until they led you to the small room that branched off the main hall. The lights were dimmed down already as he helped you lay back onto the table, the paper crinkling while you readjusted. He pulled the chair against the wall closer, slipping his hand back on yours while the nurse left and reassured an ultrasound tech would be there in a few minutes.

"Last guesses," You mumbled, chewing on your lower lip, breathing too fast. "Boy or a girl?"

"Girl," Suguru replied, although he didn't think it mattered much. Not as long as it was yours.

He did like the idea of the baby being a girl - if she had your eyes and your smile.

"I guess I'll go with boy then," You spoke quietly, eyeing the machine next to you. "I hope our baby looks like you either way."

Suguru didn't expect the way your sentiment made him feel - his heart practically stuttering as the words left your lips. Something squeezing tight in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

But there were two sharp knocks on the door and suddenly it was swinging open, a peppy woman in shrugs stepping in with cheery greetings, waving and taking a seat on the other side of you to get started. Asking questions about names you had in mind and if you wanted to know the gender while she got set up, and it was silly, but it was like he had a crush on you all over again, watching you chat about the baby, how your eyes lit up just to get sheepish and almost embarrassed when you looked back at Suguru to find him staring.

It didn't take long for you to be slowly pulling the band of your sweatpants down, tissues stuck under it to keep the gel from getting on your clothes while you held up your sweatshirt high enough for her to spread the gel over your stomach, pressing down hard with the wand as the image pulled up on the projector. Taking measurements and checking body parts until she paused right as the baby turned.

"You see that?"

Not really.

"Sorta," You squinted, trying to squint and figure out what it is.

"Looks like you're having a girl!"

And all the earlier anxiety had dissolved, melted into the shy smile on your lips when you glanced back at him, your warm palm giving him a quick squeeze and an excited gleam in your eyes.

"We're gonna have a daughter," You talked so quiet, so soft, like you were still holding your breath.

A daughter. You voice, those words played on repeat the drive home, while you traced the outline of your baby's face on the roll of ultrasound photos you got sent home with.

"Suguru, are you even listening?" You snapped him out of his thoughts, the idea of what you'd look like with a little girl swaddled up in your arms, already planning on taking you out shopping again tomorrow for more baby outfits than any kid could actually need.

"Sorry, honey? What?" He apologized, placing a palm on your thigh and rubbing it while you hummed.

"I asked what you thought of the name Kiyoko," You repeated, setting the photos down on your lap to pull out your phone and probably look up lists of baby girl names.

"That's pretty," He hummed, mostly just enjoying hearing your enthused chatter next to him.

"Or Yumi?" He caught a glimpse of you with your eyebrow arched up as you asked, your attempt at a serious expression falling flat from the thrill you couldn't hide.

He never thought he'd be able to love another girl as much as you - but he guessed his daughter was the only exception.

It wasn't until he started to climb into bed next to you that night that he realized you might not know that.

"Um, Suguru?"

There was something off in the sound of your voice, how hesitant you were to roll over and face him.

"Something wrong, sweetheart?" He readjusted, propping himself up on his side as he brushed your hair out of your face.

"Are, um, you," You paused, frowning as you restarted your question. "Do you think you'll-"

He guessed you were giving up on whatever you wanted to ask as you groaned and buried your face into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Sorry, just, pretend I didn't say anything," Your voice was muffled, clinging to him, fingers wrinkling his shirt and forcing it to ride up higher until a thin strip of skin was exposed.

"You sure?" He stroked your hair, returning your hug as he pulled you in closer with one strong arm.

"Yeah," You huffed, wiggling free and rolling over till you were between his legs.

He was about to slip his hands under your arms to tug you back up, but then you let one finger skim under his boxers, looking up and batting your eyes at him and he paused, the question he was about to ask dying on his tongue.

Yours seemed to have an idea of it's own.

Fingers ghosting over his dark happy trail while you bit your lip, slowly tugging down his boxers just enough to pull his cock out, already hard from watching you undress and ditch your daytime clothes for a thin slip earlier that hugged your swollen breasts before you'd crawled into bed.

"This for me?" You hummed, running your fingers over the thick vein pulsing along the side while he sucked in a breath, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smile on its own.

"Always," He murmured, the lump in his throat bobbing as you dragged your tongue along the length of him, mouth slowly wrapping around the tip.

God, it wasn't fucking fair.

How could he control himself when every part of you felt so good?

Head falling back on the pillow, jaw clenched as you slowly took him in inch-by-inch, swirling our tongue over him and down across the vein, traced the ridges until he was pressed up against the roof of your mouth, bumping into the back of your throat.

His hand grabbing your hair to help guide you, careful not to make you gag or bruise your throat, your fingers wrapped around his base to stroke what you couldn't fit in. Your moan when he pulled your hair harder than he meant to almost made him snap them and there.

Opening his eyes was his mistake.

He wished he could take a photo of this, the bob of your head and the way you peered up at him so pretty, his cock throbbing in your mouth and how eagerly your mouth softly sucked on him.

He barely pulled out before warm spurts of cum shot down your throat, meaning to cum on his own hand, but it didn't quite work. The thick almost translucent white coating your lips and making them glossy, half ending up on your face and the rest coating his hand as he roughly jerked long strokes.

"Fuck, sorry, I-"

You giggled, licking a little off your lips before wiping away at your cheek.

"It's fine, Sugu," You laughed, wiping your face off on his boxers, nose nuzzling through the fabric against his thigh. "Little warning, next time?"

"Yeah," He muttered, still dazed as he studied your face.

It seemed keeping it together wasn't something he could do when it came to you.

"Wanna shower?" You offered, getting off the bed, the bounce of your breasts as you carefully pulled your little nightdress off reminding him how badly he wanted to repay that favor.

"Sure," He shrugged, standing up after you and stepping out his boxers off before tossing them into the laundry basket.

He watched you get the water started, humming to yourself as you grabbed a new bottle of body wash from the cabinet underneath the sink and checked the temperature.

"Hey," He softly said, distracting you before you could step in.

"Yeah?" You paused, glancing over your shoulder at him.

"Wanna get married?"

You didn't react. Or maybe your lack of reaction was one in itself. A blank stare. A blink. Your hands still on the shower curtain.

"What?" You eventually choked out.

Suguru panicked - or came as close to panic as he could. Falling back on logic, all the facts you couldn't argue with.

"I was paying the bill for the last appointment, and you know, your insurance is terrible," He reasoned, keeping his expression serious, stoic, like you'd have to see his side. "I just think it'd make more sense for us to get married, use my insurance and save our money for the other important stuff."

He actually couldn't care less what the appointments cost or how much he spent on the baby - because he would make absolutely fucking sure you were both spoiled but, he wanted you to say yes.

"I can just pay for the appointments if that's the problem," You quietly murmured, a look on his face he'd never seen before he barely caught before you turned back around and stepped in the shower.

Shit.

He didn't have to guess to know that was a no.

Step five?

Try not to maim every guy that ever looked at you.

It had to be something instinctual - how it made his skin crawled whenever someone's shoulder brushed against yours on the street or a stare lingered too long on your face. Fuck, even Gojo sitting too-close to you had started to get to him, the easy way he slung his shoulder over the back of the couch and blabbered to you about his day while you laughed.

Normally, Suguru would not be silently struggling to maintain his polite smile when you offered to let Satoru feel the baby kick, new cracks starting to form in his facade as his best friend eagerly out his hand on your stomach.

"That's freaky," Gojo scrunched up his face, pulling his hand away at the first flutters of the kick.

"Jerk," You huffed, smacking his arm before struggling to readjust the pillows under your back, your own brows knitted together in frustration.

"Need something?" Suguru interrupted.

"I'm fine," You muttered, despite your discomfort.

"So, like," Gojo started, squinting down at your stomach before glance between you and Suguru. "Am I like, the godfather or-"

"Why not?" You shrugged right as Suguru shook his head no.

"Why not?" Gojo repeated in a whine, cutting him a look that only ever worked if you were the one directing it at him.

"I'd prefer my daughter lives off of more than chocolate and candy," Suguru sarcastically dismissed, scooting closer to you in the couch to slip the pillow that had been beside him underneath your back to help support it.

"I can cook," Satoru defensively protested, looking to your for support Suguru hoped he wouldn't received. "Besides, I have a great dentist so even if-"

"Shit, do we have to find her a dentist too?" You were ignoring the rest of his rambling, glancing back at Suguru with a frown at yet another task on the growing list of items to take care of.

"We can worry about that when she's actually here," Suguru shrugged, a hand settling on your shoulder and massaging the tense muscles there. "And has teeth."

"Okay," You sighed, still chewing on your bottom lip. You turned to your other side, your attention focusing again on your guest.

"You guys pick out a doctor yet?" Satoru asked, spreading his legs and leaning over to grab one of the still-warm cookies you baked after dinner. The sun had already set aside, only the glow from the TV and the kitchen light still on.

"Yeah, think so," You hummed, a hand resting on your stomach when you tried to get one too, pouting at your body's refusal to do what it used to until Suguru reached over to get the cookie for you.

"Got your hands pretty full, huh?" Satoru mumbled with his mouth still full, cookie crumbs sticking to his face.

"Suguru says we should just go ahead and get married," You sighed, taking another small bite before talking again. "For insurance stuff, I guess."

It was the first time you mentioned it in the past couple months since he first brought it up.

Satoru threw him a look like he was the biggest idiot on the planet before actually laughing.

"Just for insurance?" He cocked a brow up, an annoying glimmer of amusement flashing in the blue of his eyes while throwing Suguru a look that made him consider strangling his friend on the spot. "You know, my insurance is really-"

"Don't even think about it," Suguru shut him up before he could continue.

But you were glancing between them, a small frown weighing your lips down and a subtle crease between your brow. Were you actually disappointed?

"I'm actually pretty tired, guys, I, uh, think I'm gonna crash for the night," You mumbled, pushing up off the couch and ignoring Suguru's outstretched hand to stand on your own.

He could feel it sinking in his chest before you disappeared down the hall.

Another misstep. Pushing you away when he was trying to pull you closer.

"Insurance? Really?" Satoru snickered once you were out of earshot.

"Shut up," Suguru groaned.

"Just tell her you love her already and put a ring on it," He shrugged, leaning over to flick his arm. "Unless you want your kid to have a stepdad some day?"

Okay, Suguru really wanted to strangle him for suggesting that.

And it was his own fault for offering excuses, he knew that, still he didn't want to tell you he loved you and you think it was just because of the baby, or that was the only reason he was trying to tie you down to him. He wanted you to know he meant it.

To know he'd been waiting for the moment he could claim you his entire life, to call you his in every form, sign the paper and hear the word husband leave your lips.

Just being your boyfriend the past few months when you were having his baby was torture, enduring your unsure glances, the unease he tried and failed to kiss away.

What were you so scared of? And why was it him?

He still hadn't figured out by the time Satoru left, or when he eventually got in bed next to you, careful not to disturb your sleep - even if he suspected you were already awake.

Suguru was pretty sure he'd never been scared in his until he woke up to an empty bed. Cold sheets, no lingering body heat or even the scent of your shampoo clinging to your pillow when he rolled over to the empty space you should be.

Stumbling out of the bed still half-asleep himself, squinting as he rubbed his eyes and pushed open the bathroom door, but no, the lights were off and it was also empty. Calling out your name and crushing the budding anxiety clawing up his throat as he padded through the hall into the living room, the dim light from the kitchen hurting his eyes as they adjusted to the yellow glow.

His ears caught up first.

The faint sound of your sniffling reaching him as he rounded the corner to find you on the floor by the entryway, struggling to slip on your shoes, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants that didn't do much to hide your baby bump as you wiped at your cheeks with one hand. Dressed like you were planning on going somewhere, purse laying on the floor next to you, phone and keys hanging halfway out of it.

"Baby," He yawned, trying to speak softly as he glanced over at the clock. "It's three in the morning. What are you doing?"

"Can't sleep. I want a slushie," You mumbled, blinking a few times, clearly just as exhausted as him. There was a faint shine to your eyes, a few teardrops still clinging to your lashes.

"You should've woken me up," He murmured, gently squeezing your shoulder.

"It's just a stupid craving," You dismissed, rubbing your own eyes as you gave up and threw your shoe back on the ground.

It was the first one you'd told him about. He wasn't even sure you even had any, but maybe you'd just been taking care of them yourself.

"I'll get you one," He stifled another yawn while he talked. "Let me get a coat and my keys."

You grabbed onto the hem of his pajama pants to hold him in place, peeking up at him with a pout.

"You don't have to."

"You think I'm going to let my pregnant girlfriend go out by herself to get one?" Suguru retorted.

Your pout only got deeper at the word girlfriend.

"Forget about it," You murmured, letting go of his pajamas to push off the floor, once again ignoring his outstretched hand to try and stand by yourself. "Let's just go back to bed."

He knew he could ask if you were sure and you'd grumble something sarcastic back before going to sleep upset.

"Hey," He paused, stopping you with a hand on the curve of your waist, pulling you into him, until your baby bump, his daughter, was pressed against the firm muscle of his own stomach. "Let's go together, okay?"

"You really wanna?" You hesitated, clearly wanting to say yes despite the streak of stubbornness that usually won out over your softer side.

Suguru pressed a kiss against your forehead, his hand appreciatively running over your stomach just for the mini-you inside to kick, the flutter under his fingers only reminding him how easily the two of you had him wrapped around your own.

"It's you," He'd remind you however many times you needed. "Course I do."

Step six?

Get you whatever craving or late night treat you wanted - even if he felt like he was sleepwalking.

Still groggy, he threw on his own shoes and grabbed his stuff, helping you over to the couch so he could get down on his knees and help you get your shoes on, tugging one of his sweatshirts over your head, although you didn't drown in it any more, he thought it was cuter now, stretched over your baby bump like this.

Rubbing his eyes with yet another yawn while he insisted on holding open the car door for you and driving you to the nearest gas station/convenience store combo that had a functioning slushie machine, keeping his mouth shut about the terrible food dyes in it while you picked out a cup and pulled the dispenser down on the blue raspberry flavor. It was nice. Your head resting on his shoulder and happily sipping through the straw while he paid the equally tired cashier, your hand in his after he pocketed the receipt while you walked to the car, his thumb rubbing over the bare spot beneath your knuckle where a ring should be.

The one that had been tucked inside a box in his closet, buried under photo albums and souvenirs of a lifetime you'd already spent together. One he'd seen through the window of a jewelry store on the street, the glittering stone and the thin band, the little offset gems, something about it that made him think of what it'd look like on you. He bought it even though Satoru laughed at him the entire drive home.

"You're not even dating her."

Who else would you marry if not him?

He glanced back over at you as he turned the key in the ignition, your sleepy eyes and your pretty smile, the way your other hand was settled over the swell of your stomach.

His girls.

The drive back home was filled with the sort of chatter that used to be casual for you two - your happy giggle ringing in his ears while you talked about some reality show you wanted to watch with him, swearing it was stupid but he'd still like it anyway, your hand drifting over to his leg, pausing on his thigh while you asked what him and Satoru talked about after you went to sleep.

Your slushie was almost empty by the time you made it back, taking the last few sips before tossing it in the trash in the kitchen and giving him a little look like you wanted him to help get your shoes off but didn't want to ask.

He did it for you.

Following behind you to the bedroom, tossing his stuff on the nightstand and flicking the lamp back on to bathe the room in low light.

"Thank you, Sugu," You softly said, yawning as you peeled the sweatshirt off first, shuffling out of your pajama pants until you were just in a thin t-shirt and panties, and all he could fucking think was how could you be thanking him? When you were giving him his dream on the prettiest platter he'd ever seen?

"You're so-" He started, but you weren't finished, shyly avoiding his gaze as your mouth opened again. The mood had shifted again, your face scrunched up like you were sad.

"I just feel bad, you know?" He didn't. "You're just, so, perfect, and so you, and you got stuck with me and a baby you didn't plan on."

"Stuck with you?" He echoed, blinking blankly at you while you kept stumbling over your words.

"I just, uh, I want you to know you don't have to marry me just because you feel obligated to, you know, if, um, you met someone else-" You looked like you were going to be sick just saying it.

Was this what had you so worried?

"There isn't ever going to be anyone else," Suguru bluntly cut you off.

"You don't know that," You argued, struggling to be the better person, not to be greedy when that was exactly what he'd waited years for.

"I'm in love with you."

You froze.

Glossy eyes wide with surprise, your lips parted and stained blue still, shoulders tense.

He turned back to the closet, snagging the box of the shelf and tossing it on the bed, shuffling through loose photos and little gifts you'd given him through the years he couldn't bear to break or lose until he found the velvet box at the bottom.

Getting down on one knee was the second-easiest decision he ever made in his life. The first was choosing you to begin with.

"Sugu," Your voice quivered, breath hitching in your throat.

"I bought this for you three years ago," He admitted, dark eyes piercing through to you, studying the way your face seemed to glow from the light of the lamp. And sure, of all the ways he'd imagined this moment going, he never once pictured it like this. But that didn't matter. Because this was real. Raw. "I love you. I did then, and I do now, and if you ask me again in fifteen years, I'm sure I will then too."

He popped the ring box open, and he didn't think your mouth could drop open any more but it did, your cute little gasp making his pulse thrum louder in his ears while your attention flickered back-and-forth between his sharp stare and the ring he hoped you'd accept.

"Marry me."

It wasn't quite a question, or a plea. An open statement of affection, a quiet promise of a lifetime of it.

You swallowed, barely bobbing your head up and down in a nod at first, a slow smile taking shape on your lips like you still couldn't believe it.

"O-okay," You stammered, an airy laugh slipping out while you tried to blink away the disbelief. "I-"

He grabbed your left hand where it was still hanging by your side, plucking the ring out of the box and slipping it on your finger, swiveling it a little around the knuckle for it to sit snugly at the base.

"You're really serious? No take backs, okay?" You murmured, holding your hand up to admire the way it glittered even in the low light while he laughed. You tugged him up to his feet by his hand, pressing yourself against his chest and glancing up at him, a hint of something unsure still lingering in the lines of your face. "You're mine."

That was supposed to be his line.

Then. Now. Always.

"We can go sign the paperwork Monday if you want, or have a wedding, before or after the baby-"

"I don't care how we do it," You interrupted him this time, reaching up to cup his cheek. The gentle touch, your soft fingertips, the adoration in your eyes when you got up on your tiptoes to plant a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"I always kinda wanted to see you in a white dress," He chuckled, grabbing your chin between his fingers to give you a proper kiss back, sucking on your lower lip, the taste of blue raspberry still on your tongue.

"Yeah? Seven months pregnant?" You laughed back when you broke away for a breath.

"You seriously have no idea what you do to me," He breathlessly murmured into your skin.

"You could show me," You tilted your head to the side, but your eyes flickered back to the ring on your finger, the proof of it already there.

"Tease," He muttered as his lips ghosted over your cheek, pulling you back over to the edge of the mattress. He used his free hand to tug the box back down to the floor, nudging it away with his foot.

Half past four in the morning and he was taking his fiancèe to bed instead of his girlfriend.

He made sure you were comfortable first, readjusting you until the pillows were nestled under your head, ignoring your giggles while he moved the blankets aside and climbed up after you, hooking a leg over his shoulder after he peeled your underwear down your thighs.

"I was kidding," You laughed while he licked a long stripe up the inside of your thigh, the sound turning into a pretty gasp when he dipped his tongue inside.

"I wasn't," His voice was muffled into your skin, fingers dipping against the soft flesh on your thigh and hip as he held on tighter, his tongue slipping inside deeper, dragging the muscle along the inside of your walls.

A taste he missed, too long since you last let him try it.

Your fingers tangled into his hair, moaning as he practiced steady patterns, pulling him closer into your heat while he used your hips like handlebars to refuse to let you squirm away from him again.

You still tried, writhing under the weight of his palms, although he knew his clipped nails wouldn't leave a mark.

"Oh," You squeaked, a cute strangled noise escaping when he dragged his tongue out and ran it over your clit, tracing small shapes with the tip of it.

"Better get used to being mine, baby," He hummed, peeking up to watch the way you still shivered at the sound of his voice, how you were finally about to be his in every sense of the word.

"I always was," Your lighthearted laugh cut off by another lewd moan, your hips still trying to arch up.

Planting open-mouthed kisses along your swollen bud while your fingers tugged at his scalp, your gasps of his name cut through the quiet.

Your thigh still up on his shoulder to give him easier access, the muscles pulling tense under his grip and the way your breath had started to stutter let him know you were close before you managed to barely stammer it out.

"Please, please, please."

Your legs were trembling, soft whimpers that were almost incoherent imprinting themselves in his memory while you unraveled underneath him, his tongue cleaning you up like it hadn't caused it. Teasing you before you managed to piece yourself back together, sucking softly on your oversensitive bundle of nerves just for you to let out a whine of his name.

"Tired, baby?" He couldn't help his smirk, leaving a kiss on the inside of your thigh before climbing off the bed to snag you a fresh pair of underwear from the dresser, slipping it up your legs for you so didn't have to do the awkward shuffle of getting it back on.

"Maybe," You admitted, rubbing your eyes as you patted the spot next to you for him to lay. "I am growing your baby."

He smiled.

"We can sleep in, alright?" He could feel his own eyes crinkle, flicking the light off on the lamp, the faint moonlight cutting the dark of the room. He pulled the covers up as he got in his side of the bed, readjusting until your head was resting on his chest.

Suguru usually got up before you, made breakfast and brewed the coffee and started the laundry, but tomorrow (or today, technically)? He would spend the sunrise holding you close and wait for you to wake up to take you out for brunch or lunch or whatever you wanted.

"Hey, Suguru?" You murmured, stifling a yawn as you peeked up at him through heavy lidded eyes.

"Mhm?" He stroked your hair back, admiring his future wife snuggled up in his arms.

"I love you."

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