pervy best friend!choso who thinks you're his lucky charm and wants you to sit in his lap while he plays video games. while you're perched on his thighs with his arms on either side of you, he kisses your neck and nibbles on your ear as his fingers fiddle with his controller. when he wins a game he'll turn your face towards him and give you a peck on the lips, calling it a 'celebratory kiss'.
pervy bestfriend!choso who insists on coming with you whenever you want to buy lingerie - a second opinion is always useful right? he'll pick out a set in your favourite colour and wait for you outside the dressing room. once you're out, you give him a quick twirl bending down and shaking your ass a little. he'll come up behind you to help you 'adjust your bra strap', but really it's to feel your plush ass against his dick. you know exactly what he's doing and push back against him, grinding softly against his growing erection. when he coughs out a groan, you feign innocence, asking him sweetly if he's okay.
pervy bestfriend!choso who takes advantage of the fact that you become extremely affectionate when you're sleepy. whenever you go over to his place and end up sleeping over, you cuddle him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing one of your legs over his own. choso feels his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers as you wiggle against him in an atempt to get comfortable, feeling your tits pressed against his arm and the warmth of your pussy against his thigh.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe his luck when he looks over too see that the strap of your tank top has fallen all the way down and exposed your bare breasts. He stares as your tits rise and fall as you breathe, basically inviting him to suck on them. He leans down to watch your nipples harden and his mouth is on them in seconds. I mean, how could he possibly resist? Choso's eyes are half-lidded as he swirls his tongue around your bud, his spit coating every inch of your nipple.
pervy bestfriend!choso who is too focused on your chest to notice that you've been awake the whole time, watching him groan as he sucks your nipple passionately. Choso only realises you're awake when your hand travels to his hair and you start running your fingers through his thick strands.
pervy bestfriend!choso whose face is flushed in embarassment as he tries to explain why he was latched to your nipple just seconds ago but immediately shuts up when he feels your hand start to caress his bulge.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe he might actually get to fuck you.
pervy best friend!choso who takes any oppurtunity to touch you. if he needs to get past you, he'll grab your waist and move you himself instead of saying excuse me. if you're upset or in need of comfort, he brings you in for a hug and holds you as tightly against him as he can so he can feel your tits press against his chest. of course his main goal is to help you feel better, but he'd never miss the chance to have your body against his.
pervy best friend!choso who comes over as soon as he can with painkillers and your favourite snacks when you tell him you're on your period. he carries you back up to your room whilst gently rubbing your back to soothe you. choso is the most warm blooded person you know, so you ask him to lay down in your bed with you so he can be your life sized hot water bottle. you practically climb on top of him once he's there and are quickly lulled to sleep by the warmth of his body. once you're asleep he adjusts your position so that your pussy is sat directly on top his bulge. he'll slowly grind up into you, groaning softly as you snore quietly into his shoulder.
pervy best friend!choso who eyes your cleavage whenever you're in a revealing top. when you're studying together he snatches your pencil case away and holds it behind him so you have to lean over to get it back from him, practically shoving your tits in his face in the process. choso especially loves it when you wear a tank top with no bra and your perfect nipples poke through. he wants nothing more than to pull your top down, close his mouth around your nipple and suck on them until he cums.
pervy best friend!choso has an entire folder full of pictures of you. he sneaks photos of you innocently eating bananas, sucking on ice lollies or licking ice cream and makes a mental note to jerk off to it later. sometimes he'll drop something on the floor and ask you to pick it up for him, just to have you on your knees in front of him. he snaps a picture of you the exact moment you look up at him, imagining that you're sucking him off. when choso gets home he scrolls through the photos as he strokes himself, picturing his cock is in your mouth instead and that it's his tip you're sucking on so sweetly.
pervy best friend!choso who likes taking you on long road trips with his friends even though the car doesn't have enough space for you. you have no choice but to sit in his lap with his hands tightly holding your hips to keep you steady. if you're wearing a skirt he'll slowly lift it higher and higher, until your panty clad pussy is right on top of his dick. choso takes advantage of the speed bumps and potholes, thrusting up into you at the same time the car bounces.
pervy best friend!choso who has no idea that you're aware of everything he's doing and that you enjoy it even more just as much as he does.
author's note. first post in two years. wooow. anyways. i'm hella rusty so sorry in advance if it's obvious...also i only proofread the first half. but it's nice to be back ! hope you enjoy xox.
"why'd you break up with him? thought his dick was eight inches."
"eight and a half," you correct shoko automatically, staring at her phone dumbly as a video of your ex-boyfriend dragging a mic stand across a stage plays on repeat.
three months ago, you dumped satoru gojo, rockstar heartthrob and the dealer of the best sex youâd ever had. and maybe itâs because you always want what you canât have, but fuck, has he looked good ever since. you can see the muscle definition of his arms through the black leather jacket, the ones that used to hold you down while heâ nope.
you flip the phone over and set it down on the restaurant table with a soft clack, forcing away the thoughts of getting dicked down by your ex. "god, his ego was so big," you mutter, fighting to think about the reason you broke up instead of why you wouldâve stayed.
"wasn't the only big thing, apparently," shoko mutters under her breath, and you give her a sullen look. "what? you're the one who said it. eight and a half," she says, mimicking your voice. her lips twitch with a smile as you groan and bury your face in your hands.
"i hate him," you mumble, voice muffled by your hands. it's not true. you just hate that you can't stop thinking about him. he's been blocked for three months since you dumped him, although that hasn't done anything for the hole in your heart...or in between your legs.
shoko raises her eyebrows back at you, fishing a cigarette out of her pocket and flicking a lighter once, twice before it catches. "sure you do. and iâm the prime minister of japan."
for a long second, the only sounds are the soft exhale of smoke from her lips and the idle, bustling sounds of the restaurant youâre sitting in. eventually, you peek at her from in between your fingers. "shoko, do you have any hot friends?"
"yeah. why?" when your eyes light up, she snorts and shakes her head, taking a drag from the lit cigarette. "oh, please. nobody wants to be the rebound after the 6'3 rockstar boyfriend. i wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy." she laughs when you groan and drop your face back in your hands.Â
after a long second, you mumble, "6'3 and a half."
-Â
when you get home, it's around midnight, and god, are you horny.
all that talk about your famous, rich, big ex-boyfriend has you pulling out your phone and opening up his instagram. itâs blocked, a souvenir of when you had more self-restraint. right now, though, you barely hesitate before unblocking him.
his page is littered with pictures and videos of him on tour, and it's like a feast for hungry eyes. him on his knees in a leather jacket, him practically moaning into a microphone, him holding a guitar above his head, and fuck, you can tell he knows he looks good. but no matter how big his dick is, it'll never get even close to the size of his ego.
you hate yourself for slipping one of your hands down and under your somehow-already-soaked panties, and you shudder at the feeling of your fingers over your clit. if he ever finds out how soaked you've gotten just from seeing a video of him dragging a mic stand across stage, he'd never let you hear the end of it.Â
two of your fingers circle your clit, and you let out a half-suppressed moan as you feel a growing sensation of pleasure in your core. you slip a finger inside your pussy, trying to draw out any feeling you can, but all you can really think about is how much better it felt when gojo did it.
you remember his fingers like theyâre your own (which, unfortunately, they are not)âlong and slender, slightly calloused from years of playing the guitar. youâve seen them knuckle-deep inside of your pussy, soaked and sticky from drawing out multiple orgasms out of you, and youâve licked them clean more times than you can count.
a drawn-out, slightly exaggerated gasp leaves your lips as your own smaller fingers work over your clit, as if to compensate for your hands being a sorry substitute for gojo's. you watch as his fingers expertly strum a guitar on your phone screen, and fuck, youâve never been more jealous of an instrument in your life.Â
after minutes of manually forcing it out with aching, sticky fingers, your orgasm isn't satisfying in the slightest. none of them have been for the past three months. that's the bad part about ex-boyfriends like gojo. they spoil you stupid, making you feel like heaven on earth. and when they're gone, you can never really forget how good the high felt. whyâd you break up with him again?
your head drops back onto your pillow as you let out a long exhale, eyes fluttering close and sore fingers stilling over your soaked entrance. after a second, you open an eye to the still-playing video of him on your phone.
oh, shit.
you scramble to unlike the video, which, somehow, had ended up liked, probably from your finger slipping while you were pathetically trying to cum to it. the red heart quickly disappears, and your heart rate increases (more than it did while you were fingering yourself, actually) as you pray he didnât see the notification.
thirty seconds pass. he'd have to be a realllll loser to notice you liking and unliking the post in amidst his never-ending flood of notifications.
âŠbut unfortunately for you, your ex is just as pathetic as you are. right as you start to relax, you get a notification from a contact named DO NOT ANSWER.
like what you see?
you can picture him smirking at his phone like the lowlife, good-for-nothing loser you know he is. he's probably pushing his dyed-white hair back (who dyes their hair white anyways?), since you remember it'd always get in the way of his eyes. god, he had eyes you'll never forget. ice-blue and, truthfully, a little terrifying, but the way they'd look at you while you rode him on a saturday night after a show will forever be tattooed in your heart.
you groan and click on the notification, staring at it with a mix of self-hatred and...gojo-hatred, i guess? his contact name stares back at you, a stark, bold warning set against the backdrop of your old messages with the only ex-boyfriend who could convince you to run it back, especially like this, with your fingers still on your soaked, needy entrance thatâs practically aching for him inside of it.
two minutes pass with you just staring at his message. then, a second one appears.
don't be shy. i miss you too.
as if that wasn't bad enough, a third message comes soon after.
want me to come over?
since obviously you have dignity and self-control, you type out a reply youâd be proud ofâno. go fuck yourself. don't text me ever againâbut when you hit send, your text looks...well, a little different. gojo replies in a second.
that's what i thought. see you in 15. wear something cute for me, yeah?
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you forgot how good he was at turning you on.
that's a lie. you didn't forget. in fact, it's all you've been thinking about since you told him you two were over. most 6'3 guys don't know how to handle all that, and think that just because they're big and tall, they're automatically good at sex (which, by the way, isn't true!), but, for lack of better wording, gojo knows his shit.
that's why you're currently getting fingered by him in your own bed, moaning his name like you weren't the one who dumped him. it's infuriating how good he is at this. two of his fingers are inside you, moving back and forth as his thumb rubs maddeningly slow circles over your clit.
and barely sixty seconds in, and youâre already ten times as loud and desperate than when it was your fingers.
"shitttt, oh, yeah, you feel so good," he groans, staring down at the way you clench around his fingers with every pump of them inside you. his pupils are blown wide, fixed on where heâs knuckle-deep inside your dripping pussy.
he groans again, unable to tear his eyes away. it feels good, so much better than whatever sorry substitute you've been trying to give yourself for the past three months. his fingers, calloused and rough, feel achingly familiar, and you have to fight to keep yourself from cumming barely a minute in.Â
you swallow back what was about to be an embarassingly loud moan, and barely force yourself to talk in a somewhat-steady voice. "why do you sound like that?" you manage to get out. you're only talking to distract from the fact that you're pathetically close to squirting all over his six-inch fingers.
"fuck you mean, why do i sound like that? like what?" he responds, raising an eyebrow. his eyes briefly flit to meet yours. his tongue skates over his lips, wetting them slightly, before he bites his bottom lip and presses his thumb a little harder over your swollen clit.
"ngh, fuuuckâ i dunno, like, raspy,â you barely manage to get out. âhave you been smoking?" it's a stupid question. you know why his voice is raspy. it's not uncommon for his voice to be like this the night after a show, and you had always said it was hot back when you were still together.
gojo knows you know, too, and that you're just asking to give your mouth something to do besides moan his name. he widens his eyes at you patronizingly. "my job requires that i fuck up my throat every other night. i get paid to sound like this," he says, emphasizing his words by spreading his fingers inside of you, pushing and stretching your walls and forcing out a lewd moan from your lips. "why do you sound like that?"
you bite your lip in a failed attempt to stop yourself from gasping as his fingers prod even deeper inside of you. "like what?"
he snorts. "like a fuckin' pornstar. swear i used to have to work harder for this," he says, curling his fingers up inside of you and drawing out a loud, breathy moan from your lips. "jesus, have you not gotten laid since we broke up?"
silence.
when you don't answer, he grins like a kid in a candy store. "y'know, i was gonna call you a slut 'cause you're sooo wet sooo fast, but turns out, you're the opposite. someone's been missing her ex, hasn't she?"
you hate him. you hate his cocky smile, the one that's his trademark as a rockstar. you hate his stupid eyes, which are annoyingly easy to get lost in. you hate that he spoiled you so bad that nothing else can turn you on quite like he could. and god, you hate that you can't think of anything but him and his long, slender fingers stretching your gummy walls wiiiide open.
"don't be shy, angel. look at me." with his free hand, he tilts your chin towards him, forcing you to meet his eyes. he holds your gaze for a couple seconds, lips quirking up into a smile as he studies your face. "won't lie, i got around in the past couple months. lots of pretty girls..." he says casually, and he suddenly pulls his fingers out of your soaked pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing.
he lifts his hand to his lips, licking his fingers clean of your slick, and you almost moan out loud from the sight. his voice drops, a hint of authenticity bleeding through the ego. "...but, shit, baby. it's just not the same. think we know each other too well."
well, fuck. you can tell he's being serious, despite the lingering amusement in his eyes as he watches you stare. you don't answer immediately, unsure what to say to that. when it's clear he's not going to do anything until you respond, you exhale softly and mumble, "i guess."
"yeah, you can't relate, you fuckin' priest," he mutters, dipping his head and spitting a wad of saliva on your glistening pussy. he drags his index finger over your entrance, pushing his spit inside of you. when your breath hitches, his lips twitch with a smile. "how long were you planning to go without getting fucked, pretty girl? your whole life?"
you choke on a gasp as he pushes a finger back inside of you, mixing his saliva with your slick. "a-are you gonna actually fuck me or do i have to call someone else?" you ask, stuttering against your will. his fingers feel good, so good, but you feel like youâll die if you donât get his dick inside of you.
"oh, now she wants to call up her roster," gojo deadpans, curling the single finger he has inside of you upwards and grinning as he feels your dripping pussy practically suck him in. "who's next in line, sweetheart? is it that fossil i hate, toji fishyâŠwhatever?"
"fushiguro," you correct automatically, and gojo rolls his eyes, not caring what his name is. all he cares is that it's not him. "and no," you confirm a second later. he nods approvingly, adding in another finger, as if to reward you for giving him the answer he wants to hear.
"good. wait, fuck, is it that pink-haired freak?" he groans, thinking of someone else. his two fingers inside of you pulse in and out of your wet, slick-soaked walls, flexing and pushing you apart as he interrogates you on a roster that doesn't exist. "the one with the tattoos. what's his name? suck-a-nut or something?"
you gawk at him, momentarily snapping out of the sex-crazed haze his fingers have induced from you. "are you serious?"
gojo mimicks your facial expression back at you, and pulls his fingers out with a soft pop. he lifts his fingers to your lips this time, coaxing your mouth open and letting you taste a mix of yourself and him. "if you're gonna fuck someone else, they better not be unemployed or have lame tattoos. now shut up and roll over."
-Â
"relaaax. you're too pretty to be this fuckin' tense."
easier said than done. it's impossible for you to relax when he's pushing your face into the pillow with one hand and aligning his dick with your gushing pussy with the other. he teasingly drags his flushed, heavy tip over your wet entrance, cracking a smile when your breath audibly hitches.
your mouth drops open when he gets bored of teasing and actually pushes inside, and you remember exactly why it was so insanely hard to break up with him. you moan his name as he eases his way inside, slowly giving you inch after inch. it takes all of his willpower to not just force it all in at once, since you're all warm and sticky and so, so wet. but, for your sake, heâs determined to take his time.
"yeah, you like that, don't ya?" he grits out, biting back a low groan of his own at how you're stretched out underneath him. he has a view to die for, and he has to swallow to stop himself from drooling at the sight of all of you bent over for him, giving him the perfect view of your back, waist, and ass. he reaches over to the nightstand and fumbles with his phone for a second, opening the camera app and taking a photo from his eye-level.
you look back at him over your shoulder at the sound of the camera shutter. he cracks a lopsided smile down at you, taking another, this time with your face in it. "view's sooo nice from here, baby. had to take a pic."
he turns the phone so you can see what you look like to him. if you didn't know that was you, you could've sworn it was a screenshot of some porno.
your eyes are half-rolled back in your head, and your lips are parted slightly, glistening with the lingering traces of your slick and his saliva. from that angle, the arch in your back looks heavenly, and his camera's somehow captured all of that and the plush curve of your ass around his dick.
"pretty girl. i'm saving that for later," he says, giving the photo one last glance before shutting off his phone and tossing it back on the nightstand. "ah, shit, where were we?"
he suddenly moves his hips forward, and you moan reactively. "fuuuck, satoru," you whine, burying your face back in the pillow to muffle the embarrassing amount of high-pitched sounds that threaten to come out of your lips.
the feeling of him stretching you open is unreal. you're so full, and he's not even all the way inside. there's still a couple inches to go, and you're already a stuttering mess underneath him, mewling his name like it's the only word you know.
"jus' a little more, you got it," he groans, self-inflicted tension holding his limbs tight as he fights to not just shove himself in the rest of the way. you'd probably snap in half, and that's a lot less fun that what he has planned for you.
he pushes in the last one or two inches, now buried to the hilt inside of your sticky, gummy walls. "you feel s'good," he grits out, voice tight with restraint. "shiiiit. you good, angel?"
your face is still buried in the pillows, eyes shut as you fight to suppress the sweet, high-pitched gasps that every movement from him elicits. "y-yeah," you manage to get out, although it's more a moan than a word.
gojo laughs breathily and gives your ass a slap, just hard enough to sting. he gives the same spot a squeeze, massaging your skin before starting to move back and forward inside you, dragging his flushed length against your gummy walls.
fuck, heâs big. even though his lengthy fingers flexed you wide open before this, you still let out muffled, high-pitched whimpers against the white fabric of the pillow as he rocks back and forth, sliding in and out of your stretched-out pussy. youâre wet and so, so welcoming, fitting his length like a glove, all snug and perfect for him.
âso fuckinâ whiny,â gojo groans, hand moving to the back of your neck and sliding into your hair. he lifts your head a little, drawing your mouth away from the pillow. âdonât hide from me, baby. âs been three months, donât torture me any longer.â
without the pillow to hide behind, your moans might as well come through a megaphone from how loud and how lewd they are. you havenât been properly fucked in months, and now, youâre suddenly getting the best dick of your life.Â
you bite your lip as he continues ramming into you from the back, making you wobble with every thrust. âohhhmygod,â you moan out, biting your lip to try and suppress the embarrassingly loud whimpers that keep escaping your lips. it does nothing to quiet them down, though, especially as gojo shifts the angle to push into you even deeper. âfeels sâgood, right there,â you gasp deleriously, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
your lips are swollen from how hard youâve bitten them, and as he continues stuffing you full and deep, you bounce back against him, letting your pussy do the thinking.
one gojoâs hands rests on your ass while the other one remains wrapped around your hair, preventing you from burying your face in the pillow. he gives it a tug, groaning your name like a prayer when it makes you moan.Â
âfuuuuck, baby, taking it so well,â he grits out, and he shifts his grip on your hair and pushes your face down into the pillow as his thrusts start to become less controlled and more erratic. ââs like you were made for me,â he says breathlessly, a half-laugh slipping out of his lips as he gets sloppier with his movements.
you hear him swallow, and although your face is currently stuffed into the pillow, you can imagine how he must look. cheeks all red and flushed, eyelashes fluttering, and his white hairâs probably slicked with sweat and sticking to his forehead. he lets out a sound that you swear is a whimper as he continues fucking you, but your lips are too occupied with making loud, high-pitched sounds of your own to point it out.
he canât tear his eyes away from you, and the way youâre so willingly bent over and arched for him, as if you hadnât been the one to tell him you two were over. âbet you missed this, yeah?â he says, a hint of the familiar cockiness youâve grown to love and hate in his voice. your only reply is a lewd moan into the pillows, which he takes as a yes. âattagirl. thatâs what i thought.â
the hand thatâs been gripping your ass squeezes tighter as he fucks you harder and deeper, chasing the high that he remembers came from making you all dumb and pliant underneath him. youâre practically being plowed into the mattress, but youâre so inviting, legs spread wide open for him, that he canât bring himself to care about anything but the wet hole in front of him.
youâre just as single-minded as he is, unable to form a single thought that isnât just about him. the never-ending stream of gasps and moans from your swollen lips are like music to gojoâs ears, and as your eyes flutter shut and you fully give up any last claim you had to dignity, all you can wonder is god, how did you go without this for three whole months?
âp-please, just like that,â you whine, not caring that youâre stuttering in a way heâll definitely make fun of you for later. youâre so stuffed full of him, core tightening as you feel a wave of pleasure coming your way in the form of the first satisfying orgasm youâll have had in months. ââm close, nghââ
âyeah, baby?â he asks, feeling you tighten around him as your hands kittenishly grasp at the sheets. his dick slides back and forth against your slick walls as he fucks you into the mattress, making the springs squeal with every movement. âfuck, me too,â he groans, giving your ass another slap and watching it recoil as his thrusts become even sloppier than before.
âwait, shit, you still on the pill?â he asks, momentarily loosening his grip on your hair to let you turn your head. when you nod, his hand tightens again, and he pushes your face back into the pillow, a low groan slipping out of his lips as he continues rolling his hips again you, using your wet, sloppy mess of a pussy to chase his release.
when he pulls out an orgasm from you, itâs downright filthy. âohhhmygodââ you moan, gasping for air and pushing back onto his length as he coaxes out your release.
the second the tension in your stomach snaps, your limbs stop working and you go limp beneath him, reduced to nothing but a pretty doll as your brain shutters off too. the stimulation has your brain going dumb, nothing in your skull but the waves of pleasure that heâs drawn out of you. even as he continues fucking you through your orgasm, moaning into the pillow, you canât help think that you donât care what he does, his dickâs too good to let go of again.Â
you havenât came that hard in three months, and it looks like he hasnât either.
he whines your name when he cums inside of you just seconds later. itâs hot and floods your insides as his hips continue their jerky motions, burying his white, sticky release deep inside of you. high-pitched sounds that almost sound like whimpers slip out of his lips as his eyes roll into the back of his head, lost in the pleasure that is your pretty pussy.
eventually, he stops rutting against you, chest heaving as he just stays buried inside of you for a moment longer, feeling how your gummy walls clench around his still-hard dick. his breathing is noticeably shakier than normal, and for once in his life, it seems like he doesnât have any words to say.Â
after a long second of silence, where there isnât any sounds except for your synchronized, heavy breaths, he speaks. âgood girl. donât think i coulda pulled out anyways,â he mumbles as he pulls out of your limp body and maneuvers you onto your back.Â
his lips are curved into a cheeky, satisfied smile as he observes your face, drinking in your fluttering eyelashes and slightly-parted lips. he looks just as sex-crazed, ears bright red and lips wet with his own saliva. he pushes your knees apart, licking his lips as he hungrily stares down at his cum dripping out of your pussy.
âweâre doing that again.â his eyes flick from the wet, sticky entrance in between your thighs to your face. after a second, he leans down, eyes fluttering closed as his lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth and pushing against yours. he moans against your lips, and when he pulls away, a string of saliva connects your mouths.Â
ânâ this time, i wanna see your face while iâm inside you.â
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when he finally collapses on top of you, cheeks coated with a red blush and eyes half-lidded, your whole bodyâs sore beyond belief. somewhere, in the back of your mind, you wonder if youâll have to call off from work tomorrowâŠor is it today? you have no idea how long youâve been under him.
"ya know, you don't have to get off to my fuckinâ instagram feed," gojo says, rolling off of you and shooting you a lopsided grin. he pushes his sweat-slicked hair back from his forehead, chest heaving. "text me anytime. hell, just show up at my door. you're not the only one always thinking about their hot ex."Â
you limply lift your hand and run your fingers over your collarbone, feeling the indents of a bite mark he had left on your skin, thatâll no doubt leave a dark bruise for you to hide. âmâkay,â is all you say in response, as you close your eyes exhaustedly. after a second, you mumble, âyou staying the night?â
your eyes remain closed, but you can hear gojo shake his head. "nah. i got a show today," he says with a sigh, sitting up and groaning. âif i stay with you, iâll probably miss it.â
âwouldnât be the first time,â you mutter, and you swear you can hear the slightest laugh slip out of his lips as his weight lifts off the mattress. itâs true. back when you two were dating, incidents like this had definitely caused him to be late to a couple shows. he never seemed all that guilty about it, though.
thereâs a soft rustle of fabric, presumably from gojo slipping back into his clothes as he starts to head out. âtake care, angel,â is the last thing you hear from him before the door shuts and his footsteps fade away, and with it, your consciousness.Â
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later that night, your phone buzzes.
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thanks for the view, pretty. same time tomorrow?
part three ex!husband sukuna and reader, reader overthinks sukuna's words and reaches out...finally.
a note from angel: i didn't expect this series to blow up like this but i'm so happy and grateful for everyone who is reading this series and i'm glad ur enjoying it!! there's a lot i want to unpack between these two so please stay tuned!!
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the bar's busy for a usual saturday night but you and the girls have just managed to find a spot for yourselves. you, shoko and utahime are the only ones who have successfully made it out tonight.
the good thing about being a trio is that you can choose to zone out whilst shoko and utahime make conversation between themselves. nursing your third long island iced tea, you soon learn that your silence won't be for long because fortunately these women know you well enough to pick up on the fact that something is wrong.
"Are you okay girl? you seem out of it" shoko comments, turning her attention on you.
"is sukuna giving you hell again?" utahime chimes in, her straw stirring her own drink. the two of them know all of the ups and down of your relationship with sukuna and these were the two friends who stuck by closest to you whilst you were going through your divorce.
"no..." you begin but from the faces from the girls, it's obvious that you're not telling the whole truth. "okay maybe," you refine, "i'll start from the beginning."
shoko and utahime hum, ready to hear your story.
"so yuji made me do this prank call on sukuna, i don't know where he got this idea from maybe from a youtube video or his friends whatever, but yuji wanted me to call sukuna to say something stupid, like to say goodnight randomly to him right?"
the women at the table nod, listening along to you.
"and so i did it and-"
"wait you did it?" utahime interrupts with shock.
"yuji wouldn't stop going on about so i just thought 'fuck it' and, well i thought sukuna would understand that i wasn't serious about it but..." you trail off.
"but?" shoko chimes in.
"and then the next time we saw each other in person he was like weird-"
"a good weird or a bad weird?" utahime asks.
"i don't know, but like- he told me that i could call him anytime and to remember that. i don't know if he was serious but i can't stop thinking about it."
the reactions of the girls aren't surprising but they do raise a brow. they pause to take a sip of their drinks, collecting their thoughts and judgements. you shuffle awkwardly in your seat trying to regulate yourself in front of them.
utahime finally lets out a sigh, "oh i think he wants you back."
"what?" and almost immediately you can feel your face burn up just at the thought of sukuna still having feelings for you.
utahime nods, "trust me girl, you gave him a small opening and he's going for it."
"but it was a joke, i only called him because of yuji- without that i wouldn't have any motive to call him."
"but that's why he's going for it. who knows when his next chance to stir you up will be." shoko murmers.
your shoulders drop, your gut feeling anxiety from this conversation. "it's been years since we've been together..."
"so you don't want him back?" shoko questions.
"god no."
"are you 100% on that?" utahime asks, and at this point it feels like you're being interrogated by these two.
"yes?" your tone betrays you, not feeling confident in your answer.
"you have no feelings whatsoever for him?" shoko strikes again, asking for clarification.
a pause follows her question and there's no immediate answer that comes from you. the two women stare at you, expectant for an answer that you can't confidently give which tells them all that they need to know.
"i don't know." you finally admit, staring down at your lap. "i don't know if he's just playing and teasing me or if he's being serious."
utahime reaches out to you, placing a hand on your knee. "to me, it sounds like he's starting to win you back or at least he's introducing the idea. at the end of the day the heart wants what it wants."
shoko speaks up, fingers picking at her pack of cigarettes " all i do know is that you look like you want to pick up that phone and call him. you better do that soon girl."
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you return back to a quiet house with yuji being at sukuna's for the weekend. you make a mental reminder to pick up after yuji's toys and clothes scattered everywhere but you'll do that tomorrow.
you're not completely drunk but you would be lying if you didn't admit that the alcohol has you tipsy. and when tipsy suddenly all decisions get the green light from your brain.
your first immediate thought is to head to the couch and pull out your phone, thumb clicking on the contacts app.
scrolling through your alphabetical list of names you reach 's' and your eyes search for sukuna. you know you really shouldn't but the devil on your shoulder - which is the alcohol - keeps prompting you to continue.
with your heart in your throat, your thumb immediately presses on the phone icon and before you know it the line is ringing. placing the phone on speaker, you bite down on your bottom lip in anxiety.
for a moment you think he won't pick up. for a moment you think you're a fool for even trying. for a moment you think you'll wake up with all this regret and the embarrassment that he'll have a notification saying 'missed call' from you. for a moment-
he picks up.
there's a shuffle for a split second before you hear his voice. it's low and raspy, his tone evident of the late hour that you're calling him.
"that was fast." he says and again you're confident that there is a smirk right there on sukuna ryomen's lips.
for a moment you're almost afraid to respond but the alcohol keeps you talking. "what was?"
"you calling me." sukuna sounds like he's been by his phone all evening waiting for you to call. his tone is expectant and unfortunately a little teasing.
"i just wanted to check up on yuji." you spill out, thinking about an excuse, any excuse.
sukuna lets out a pitiful sigh, "just missed him. he's sleeping. he's been fine though."
unbeknownst to you, yuji is wide awake in his room probably playing video games or watching cartoons. fortunately for him there's no real bedtime when it comes to staying at his dad's house.
"how was your girls night?" sukuna asks, "did you drink much?"
"good." you say, raising a brow. "and not a lot."
"that's good." he murmurs, "now you can't say calling me was a mistake and that you were drunk out of your mind."
"i mean, you did offer me to call you."
"i didn't think you would take me seriously."
"you were right in thinking that."
"but you still called."
"yeah, for yuji." you correct.
"but you're still on the line."
"oh, so you want me to go?" you tease and it's obvious bait but he takes it.
"no. talk to me." his tone is firm and sultry, enough to make you giddy, enough to put a smile on your face that you keep trying to hide with your hands.
"about what?"
"anything, enlighten me."
so you begin telling a new and updated story about that one co-worker at your job that seems to cause nothing but headaches. sukuna remembers your stories from your marriage, how you would come to bed some nights just ranting about them.
and before you know it an hour has passed and the two of you are still talking. well it's mostly you doing the talking because you're tipsy and your mouth can't stop running but sukuna throws in little hmms and grunts here and there to show that he's listening.
sukuna's raspy voice is almost enough to send you sleep and it deeply reminds you of the past and how it used to be, how you were feeling those vibrations physically as you laid on his chest telling him about your day.
but now you're doing it over the phone and your entire body gets overtaken by feeling of nostalgia, a small part of you wishing that you were on his chest talking about everything and anything.
your rambling comes to an abrupt end due to your emotions and your voice is a little quieter. "are you still listening?"
"course'" he says, and he lets out a breath before speaking again. "but i gotta go soon, the baseball game's early tomorrow."
"right, sorry, sorry, i'll let you go to bed." you internally curse yourself for getting a little too ahead of yourself.
there's an awkward pause before sukuna speaks again.
"you should come tomorrow. i'll buy you a ticket."
you freeze, "uhhhh i-" on defence your mind immediately searches for an excuse, "i'm busy..."
"doing what?"
"things." you lie knowing the only thing you have to do is clean up the house.
"hmmm things." sukuna says, his tone is evident that he doesn't believe you. there's another pause before he speaks and just when you think you've avoided anymore contact with sukuna his next sentence is enough to give you whiplash.
"well, if you're busy tomorrow then maybe some other time this week we could- uh- go for drinks or something..." if you were more sober you'd pay more attention to how nervous sukuna sounds right now, finally spitting out his words.
"drinks?" you repeat.
"casual. parent to parent. talk about yuji's behaviour or whatever."
"right, as if it's something that you couldn't tell me right now? you just told me he was fine."
"should definitely be said in person. i can get jin to watch him in the meantime."
"are you sure?" you ask, immediately suspicious.
"positive."
even though you know you shouldn't agree to this and the sober you in the morning will regret your response you can't help but agree to sukuna's plans. you know what he's trying to do and you can't help but fall for it. there's a long pause before you speak again.
"alright then. text me the details. goodnight sukuna."
"goodnight baby."
and before you could even reprimand him for calling you baby when he shouldn't be, he's hung up the phone. smooth fucker, you think to yourself but deep down in the pit of your stomach you feel giddy as a teenager.
"i need to pull myself together." you mutter to yourself, gathering up the energy to finally go to bed. throughout your bedtime routine you can't help but reminisce on your conversation with sukuna, you spent an hour on the phone talking to your ex-husband that you previously wouldn't spend ten minutes minutes talking to.
your thoughts, even whilst tipsy confuse you. you get a rush of adrenaline to keep the giddy feeling going.
and that's when you remember the box.
in the closet, sits a box in the top corner that you've been ignoring for years. today out of all days, this tipsy version of you chooses to go down memory lane. it's a small box, previously used for yuji's old school shoes but now it holds the sentimental things of your previous marriage that you didn't have the heart to throw away.
a few photographs. a letter. but the most important of them all, your wedding ring.
you hold up the ring in the light and it still glistens like brand new. at that moment everything comes back to you - all the worst memories that your ring has witnessed. arguments and fights and spilled tears.
it's a miracle that you and sukuna get along as exes despite the past as you know other divorced couples wouldn't have the same privileges.
as you place the ring back and close the box, you remind yourself of the person that you are now not the person that you were back then.
you won't ruin this current dynamic because of the slight chance of old feelings. you won't do that to yourself.
and most importantly, you won't do that to yuji.
you can't go back.
a/n: thank you for reading!!! part 4 i expect to dive into sukuna's pov more before their 'meet-up' and sneak peek into their backstory!
part two to ex!husband sukuna, reader dropping off child of divorce yuji to Sukuna for the weekend and Sukuna asking reader about that phone call....
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you usually don't dread meeting up with sukuna to drop off yuji at his house but for some reason today it's taking a lot out of you to hold back on your nerves.
you've parked up on his street but your hands are still gripping the wheel, it's only until yuji calls out for you that you're snapped back into reality.
unbuckling, you exit out of the car and right on cue, Sukuna's front door opens to meet you guys out front. Yuji's always quick to say his goodbyes, a quick peck on the cheek and a wave to you before he rushes inside to play video games. Sukuna's more lax with yuji than you are so yuji knows that he'll have an easy and fun time at his dad's house.
as yuji disappears inside you're faced with the confrontation of sukuna standing in the doorway. it's clear that you're avoiding his eyes because of the impromptu phone call that yuji forced you to make a couple days ago.
"well, you know the drill. call me if you need anything." you say, already beginning your own goodbyes.
"hey, hey, we're not done here." sukuna stops you, he pulls his front door almost to a close so that the two of you have a little privacy. you're almost annoyed that despite your years of separation he's still able to call you back to him with a few words. his tone is enough to make you melt and it takes everything in you not to fold for him. "you wanna explain what that phone call was the other day? a little random no?"
seeing sukuna face to face makes you nervous all over again. his tanned skin that accompanies his tattoos, you can tell he's been busy working but he still manages to keep himself in shape. you try not to let your eyes linger over his body, just glancing here and there at his unfortunately handsome face.
"yuji made me do it." you admit, "it was meant to be a silly prank, it meant nothing."
"really?" sukuna raises a brow, evident that he doesn't believe you.
"yeah, well it was just to say goodnight. it wasn't serious."
sukuna hums and shuffles a little in the doorway. there's a silence that falls over the two of you and for a minute the two of your are unsure of what to say next.
the two of you interrupt each other at the exact same time.
"how's work-?" you begin.
"what are your plans-" Sukuna starts to ask but you both stop at the same time.
"you go first." you say.
"are you doing anything this weekend?" sukuna asks, his tone a little awkward, you've always known that this giant of a man couldn't handle small talk and it's humorous that he's attempting to right now. but there's also something that upsets you in the fact that after years of knowing him your current relationship now revolves around small talk.
"not much, maybe drinks with the girls for a catch up." you say, "what about you and yuji?"
"thinking about taking him to that baseball game this weekend."
"that sounds good. he'll love it." you comment and sukuna nods.
there's another pause that runs between the two of you and it's within that minute that you know this is your sign to leave. just when you're opening your mouth to finally say your goodbyes, sukuna intervenes again.
"you know...you can call me whenever you want and i'll pick up. whenever. i mean you know this."
you nod, your body is currently holding itself back on a physical reaction to his words. "i know."
sukuna nods, avoiding eye contact with you like he didn't just let you know that he'll be exclusively free just for you.
he's just being friendly right? this is the norm for co-parenting...right?
"i should get going." you say and you finally say your goodbyes. sukuna watches as you make it back to your car and his hands turn into fists as he physically stops himself from calling out to you to talk a little more or to remind you to text him when you make it back home safely.
but he has to remind himself that he lost access to those privileges years ago.
as soon as you make it back to the driver's seat relief hits you. your shoulders drop and you tell yourself that it wasn't that bad. you were probably overthinking it, sukuna knows you weren't serious about that phone call right?
on the drive back you can't help but have his rough voice stuck in your head. "you know...you can call me whenever you want and i'll pick up. whenever. i mean you know this."
was he actually serious about that or was he just being nice and sparing you the embarrassment of calling him the other night?
you're not sure what it is but you can't help but mull over his words for the rest of the night.
part three here!
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child of divorce yuji forcing you to call your ex!husband sukuna to say goodnight.
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you had refused all week to give into yuji's plan that he had stolen from the internet. you were mature, healed and too busy to deal with these little dares. but it was up until one bored evening where you had finally succumbed to his challenge.
Your phone was on speaker, with the line ringing for the contact name of your ex-husband which was simply titled 'sukuna'.
no love hearts, no kisses or nicknames. you were completely over him and have been for years. the only reason you stay in touch with him is for Yuji's sake.
"I don't think he'll pick up yuj' " you murmured to him slightly. "your dad's been busy these past few days.'
and just like the old days, Sukuna always manages to prove you wrong -he always needed to embarrass you, even when he wasn't even here in the flesh.
"hello?" a coarse voice rings out on the other end of the line.
"hello." you respond and immediately you feel your stomach fall in knots. you're nervous. and you don't even know why.
looking up at yuji, his expectant face is watching eagerly as if he enjoys torturing you. he mouths "say it! say it!" and you feel like you have no choice but to continue with your dare.
you swallow down your nerves and attempt to speak as nonchalant as possible. "I just wanted to call and say goodnight."
There's a pause and there's something inside you that just knows how much he's smirking right now.
"Oh really?" he starts putting on a sultry tone, "you haven't done that in a while, is something wrong?"
you pull a face, willing your body to not fall for his tone of voice. no you won't fall like you did all those years ago. absolutely not. "No, I just wanted to say goodnight."
"do you need me to come over and tuck you in as well or....?"
"no! uhm, I mean no I'm fine but y'know I hope you have a good night."
yuji's meanwhile in the corner of the room clenching his stomach and trying his hardest not to let out a laugh.
"hmmm."
"what?"
"cut the crap."
"I'm not-" you start but sukuna manages to cut you off pretty quickly.
"listen, either tell me what you really want or don't bother wasting my time."
you pull a face, "me telling you good night is a waste of your time now?"
"yes."
"what are you even doing right now? it's 11pm and i know you don't have shit to do."
"don't turn this on me, baby, this is all about you."
"don't call me baby." you mutter.
"then don't call me to say good night."
you roll your eyes, you should have known that even the conversation of 'good night' would naturally turn into an argument between the two of you.
"is yuji good? you sure you don't need me to come over to help take care of a pre-teen?" he mocks.
"i don't" you bite, "i was just being kind and saying goodnight, i know how lonely it must get over there. are you sure you're doing alright?" your tone is filled with sarcasm, attempting to play sukuna at his favourite game.
"i dunno', " he starts, "i might need to come over to your bed so you can keep me company.'
you immediately hang up. you're done and finished. whilst yuji's laughing away in the corner all you can do is roll your eyes at the conversation.
but there's a little part.
a little part of you that you won't ever admit to yourself that misses him.
unbeknownst to you, on the other side there's still a smirk on sukuna's face as he sets the phone down, ruminating on the fact that there's also a part of him that misses you.
Firefighter!Sukuna who bust down your bathroom door when there was a fire in your building (one that you weren't aware of), clad in thick and hefty bunker gear, eyes scanning the brightly lit bathroom only to spot you in the middle of shower, completely bare, soap bubbles still coating your skin.
Firefighter!Sukuna who clears his throat, looking over his shoulder before turning back to you, cheeks dusted with a rather adorable shade of red.
"Thâthere's apartment in next door fire." He stepped closer, hand gesturing for the bathrobe hanging beside the mirror.
"Huh?" Your brows are furrowed, trying to decipher who between you both was having a stroke, maybe the abrupt slam of the door did mess with you head.
The absurdity of the situation startles you enough that the thought of being completely naked before doesn't even cross your mind, at least not until he reached for the bathrobe himself, stepping closer to hand it to you.
Firefighter!Sukuna who acts instinctively, once you are modestly covered, yanks you over his shoulder to quickly move out into the smoke filled hallway, steps heavy against the wooden floor as he made his way out, making sure you didn't get knocked into the wall or door frames.
Firefighter!Sukuna who instantly jumps back into the building after making sure you are steady on your feets, looking over his shoulder once before continuing back inside, hoping he'd find you after the rescue is completed.
Firefighter!Sukuna who frowned when the medic informed that the people had scattered around some to the hospital for minor injuries other taking refuge with friends and family till the apartment complex was fixed.
Firefighter!Sukuna who mulls over the awkward interaction for days, rest of the team teasing him over his jumbled words, hoping to find a reason to go back to your apartment without seeming like a pervert or a creep.
Firefighter!Sukuna who groans loud when he is informed about the routine check up he must have to ensure health, begrudgingly walks into the hospital with rest of the team, brows furrowed as he waited for his name to be called.
"Ryomen Sukuna."
The lady at the desk announced his turn, gesturing towards the door with light glowing above the 'general physician's.
Sukuna sighed, stepping into the office only to be stopped in his tracks, before him stood you, much more clothed, stethoscope hung around your neck as you wrote on charts, eyes widening in recognition when thet met his.
Firefighter!Sukuna who awkwardly stepped into your office, almost tripping over nothing, nearly turning a routine check up into a life threatening emergency.
"You work here?" He asked, nearly slapping his own forehead, of course you do.
You nodded your head, lips pursed together as you placed the clipboard on the desk, patting the stretcher, "I'd hope so."
Firefighter!Sukuna who snorts at your sass, ugly little sound escaping the back of his throat, warmth blooming on his cheeks as you grinned back at him.
Firefighter!Sukuna who sits still while you noted his vitals, metal of the stethoscope cold against his warm skin, eyes following your movement, at one point he caught himself admiring your penmanship.
"You've got good handwriting." He mumbled, pointing to where you noted his pulse rate and blood pressure, "usually doc's have chicken scribble writing."
Firefighter!Sukuna who swears to keep his mouth shut when you continue to look at him in bewilderment, more than once did he catch you suppressing the urge to grin.
Firefighter!Sukuna who waits outside your office to get clearance, only to be handed a doctor's note instead.
"Come back for check up later, your heart rate was abnormally high."
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You've been married to him for years. What you find in the shed makes you question everything.
Pairing: Husband!Sukuna x fem!reader
CW: character death, murder / homicide, gore (blood, injuries), body horror, psychological manipulation / gaslighting, toxic relationship / unhealthy relationship dynamics, captivity / imprisonment, Implied cannibalism, mutual obsession
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Ten years.
A whole decade.
Wasted.
You wear your wedding gift from him, always neatly tied or braided into your hair.
Ivory white and clean as a whistle. You kept it spotless.
A lace bow, with the most delicate trim and floral motifs.
Every day.
You loved Sukuna so much it hurt your heart at times, unable to properly show how much poured from your fingertips after touching his skin. Just a hug or a small kiss would have you flooded with love. All for him.
He was the same, you never knew any hardships when he was around, there to be a strong arm, a word that made you laugh, brightening your day. Never upset you, sure, he might be a bit rough around the edges, but you weren't perfect, either.
The purest kind of love and adoration, care.
Mutual obsession.
So when did it start going wrong?
Truthfully, you hadn't even noticed it. Nothing was amiss. Your mind about him is as spotless as your bow, your husband could do no wrong.
Nothing was wrong in your marriage, nothing had changed in your relationship.
But your surroundings were shifting.
Missing knives, but they were replaced with new, better ones a day or two after you began asking where they had gone. A safe tucked away in the closet, no clue what was inside.
"For our safety, sweetheart, you know how wild animals are."
Having to do more loads of laundry than usual. But Sukuna himself would do it, not letting you glance at his dirty clothes thrown into a pile in the middle of the hamper, reassuring you to leave it to him.
"Go rest, my flower. I'll handle it."
No questions about this odd tint of red around his fingernails that never went away.
Why was the shed locked shut?
The shed.
Just a regular tool shed, your husband kept his power tools and lawnmower there, nothing unusual for the house.
So why was it bolted shut day after day unless Sukuna strolled inside of it?
"Just working on some things in there, don't worry your pretty little head about it, alright, my doll?"
"You should be worrying more about watering the flowers instead of some junk in a rotting shed, my love."
Sweet words, easing your curious heart. He was a good man.
But you couldn't help yourself, could you?
Off at work, at least that's what your husband told you he was up to, not around to fill your ears with light whispers and reassurance of your growing paranoia.
It was starting to get cloudy outside, a storm rolling in from past the canopy of nearby trees. Your first sign not to step outside.
The second one was the lock on the wooden door.
You had the key, right?
Of course you did.
While searching for your slippers in the morning, you had peeked under the bed.
Taped on the underside of your husband's side was⊠something.
Now it was in your hands, your anxious, shaky hands.
Don't be nervous now, all you have to do is turn the lock.
Click.
You didn't reach for the handle yet, taking a shaky breath and shutting your eyes.
Sukuna wouldn't be mad, right?
No, no, he wouldn't.
The only way he spoke to you was through patience and gentle guidance. He'd just chuckle and show you what's inside himself, yes.
Manipulation and lies, sugarcoated to sound as tender as your flesh.
You didn't know, using that same feeling of safety to calm your nerves, peering at the door once again, your hand on the handle already, key in the lock.
Nothing to be uneasy about, it's just a shed with gardening tools and maybe some car parts. Stop feeling like you might get your neck snapped just by having a little look.
The door creaked open, louder than you would have liked. The treeline went silent after the uncomfortable noise. A third warning.
What you saw wasn't all that odd⊠the lawnmower in the corner, a grass trimmer, and a few shovels in a dark corner.
You stepped inside, leaving the door ajar.
The lamp in the middle of the shabby thing flicked awake after tugging on the string dangling down.
There was this faint smell of dread hiding behind the organization.
Your eyes flicked around, landing on the workbench at the far side. Your feet carrying you there before your brain.
A small jar of pulled teeth fell into your gaze.
Teeth?
The more you looked around, the items didn't seem so innocent anymore.
Thick rope and a few rusty saws tucked under the table.
Not rust.
Maybe the worst thing was a splotch of thick blood on the edge of a bucket filled with that same stench of impending doom.
It wasn't blood⊠just paint.
Your fingers reached out, you had to prove to yourself that it was nothing.
But the deep crimson stained your hand, the smell of iron hit your nose, and you couldn't keep the fantasy stable anymore.
Thunderclouds had hidden the sky completely outside, making the space darker than before.
The loud thuds of heavy raindrops hitting the tin roof of the shed rang through your ears, overwhelming your senses, hands trembling while looking at the glossy blood seeping into your nail beds.
You should not have left the door open.
"My flower, what are you doing in here?"
Sukuna had returned.
You snapped out of your trance, blinking and looking in his direction, hand reaching up to your head in search of the comfort of your lace bow, fiddling with it while watching your husband approach.
Rough hands cradled your face, gently checking if you had hurt yourself. Red irises did a horrible job of hiding his displeasure with you.
"You didn't harm yourself, did you? Oh my sweet girl⊠come here."
A hug, face smushed into the comfort of his chest. A steady heartbeat against your ear.
So he wasn't mad⊠good.
Your trembling hands clung to his back.
You couldn't see the way Sukuna's jaw clenched, nails itching to claw into your sides and squeeze you tight enough to have you pop.
"You shouldn't be in here. How about we go back inside and have dinner, hm?"
No questions about the key or your findings.
False safety.
Sukuna had taken you back in the house, sat you down, and helped heat up some food. It was silent while you ate, your fork barely able to cut through a soft vegetable, as the thought of the odd findings popped back into your mind.
"Sweetheart, why is your bow filthy? Messy girl."
Your fingers had stained a corner of it with the Incarnadine shade.
Scrubbing. Scratching, desperately washing both your hands and the lace, couldn't get rid of it.
You cried in his arms that night, gathered up in his chest, head lying against his.
Sukuna caressed your back, caressed your hair, and shushed you to sleep.
It was just a bow.
The truth was cracking from the seams everywhere you looked now. The house was lacking color, the dullness and real darkness creeping in from unlit corners. The ingredients in the pantry and the shelves in the fridge seemed to be rotten, tasteless.
Sukuna's face looked different, touching it made your skin tingle- as if it refused to connect with his.
Maybe it was because the romanticized image of him was losing its shape.
And maybe the fact that he refused to let you go outside.
No more garden work, too harsh for your puzzled mind.
The sun was too hot, even on a cloudy day.
You needed to relax, even after sleeping all day.
It was getting unbearable.
The front door was locked, the back door too. Sukuna was working in the study.
Trapped in your own safe haven, you needed to do something, so why not go down to the basement?
Your husband never said anything about the cold concrete box below the floorboards, knowing you were too scared to go there.
With nothing better to do, his logic was being proved false with every step you took down the squeaky stairs.
You found the light switch, getting a yellow, old hue illuminating the space.
Oh yeah, the freezers were down here.
Two, to be exact. Sukuna liked smoking meat and fish on sunny days, so you knew he used them to keep them frozen.
A little peek wouldn't do you any harm.
So what if your last gander took away your freedom to leave these walls? This was different.
As if.
The sound of the creaking steps had alerted him, no matter how slow you had gone.
Your tainted hands lifted the large hinged lid of the chest.
Just some plastic bags of red meat, parts of a pig, and venison. A large salmon head stared up at you from the side.
The eyes of the dead fish were gouged out.
The lid went back down, now wanting to see if the same contents were in the second one.
You should have stopped with the first one.
At first the same plastic bags stared up at you, what looked like minced meat and animal body parts.
Not that human hand though.
Sawed off from the bicep, a fleshy limb wrapped in the same plastic bag, but oozing crimson from the palm made eye contact with you.
The color drained from your face, doubling over and pulling the dismembered part out, your own arms shaking while looking at the frozen appendage.
Bile churned around in your stomach, a sour, watery taste taking over your mouth.
The stairs were still squeaky, making sound as heavy footsteps rushed down.
"Flower, what are you up to now?"
Once Sukuna's head went low enough from the upper floor, seeing the sight of you holding something you never were supposed to see.
Your hands dropped the bag immediately, clattering to the basement floor, a part of the bag opening, the smell of decayed flesh hit your nose once again.
"My angel, are you trying to get yourself in trouble again. It hurts me to keep you locked away, but if you keep fooling around, i might just keep you in one room and tend to you."
His voice was gruff, trying to sound smooth and caring, but it was clearly impossible to do so.
He tried to reach out to you, blunt nails touching your hair, easing you to step into his embrace. Just like any other time to have you calm down and trap you in his arms till he felt you'd deserve freedom.
His palm crushed your skull into his chest, Sukuna acting like he wanted to infuse you inside of his ribcage.
"Silly thing, must you keep poking your nose in my things?" He cooed into your hair, but you swore you could feel his canines trying to bite into the top of your head.
"We will go upstairs, watch a movie, and forget all about this-"
"No!"
You never spoke against him, so the sudden outburst had Sukuna's grip faltering, you shoved yourself off of him, looking more panicked than ever, not letting him worm his way into your logical thinking.
"Come back, you littleâŠ!"
You stumbled back, tripping over the same arm, trying to grab onto the freezer but it did nothing, crashing backwards with a thud.
Thankfully it only gave you a faint dizziness, scrambling up right after.
A tattooed arm wrapped around you, holding you tighter than before. He wouldn't let go now.
"You hit your head, my dear. It's bleeding. Maybe you shook your little brain back into place. I told you, we are forgetting about this and watching a fucking movie."
He dragged you back up the stair by your middle, not caring about you tripping over your own feet, not caring that you were looking at the melting limb on the ground and the image of pooling blood and peeling skin underneath a plastic sheen was the last thing engraved in your mind before the lights got switched off.
He sat you down, giving you a stern glare before disappearing into the bathroom to grab a first aid kit for your bleeding scalp.
The gash was above your bow, it still neatly wrapped into your hair, the thick red seeped into the middle of the ivory lace. Stained worse than before, just a few spots keeping the previous ivory color safe.
His fingers were gentle, parting your hair and cleaning the wound with stinging spirit. Your eyes blankly watched the subtitles flow as some old western movie played on the television.
You didn't dare look up, not wanting to see the cold glaze in his irises, knowing Sukuna wanted nothing but to take away your air and put you to sleep.
You weren't the one slumbering.
The only way you could end this nightmare was to snuff out the source.
It was past midnight, a large, full moon shining trough the tightly shut windows. Your bow hanging on by a few messy locks of hair, a bandaged wrapped around your skull with a red splotch on the back.
A knife, your favourite one to cut up fruit. The one with a pretty handle, engraved with both you and your sleeping husbands initials.
You stood over him, eyes almost bleary while watching Sukuna's peaceful expression. Like the day he asked for your hand, for the day he said he wanted to be yours. The day you bought a house together in the middle of nowhere.
If only you were strong enough, your breathing had turned shaky and bordering on gasping as your hand shook, unable to even process what you were about to do.
The last thing to give away your actions was a droplet, a salty and large teardrop rolling down your cheek and right on to Sukuna's lips.
His eyes shot open as if his senses were on high alert, an arm already reaching out to grab at you.
You didn't know what else to do besides listen to your mind- stumbling back and running as fast as you could.
Almost falling out of the bedroom after shoving the door open.
Sukuna didn't yell for you to get back. He was already chasing after you.
You couldn't hear a single thing, heart too loud in your ears- wanting to leap out of your mouth.
Glass shattered, sharp pain in your palms and legs while climbing trough the kitchen window.
Damp grass padding against your bare soles as you ran for the treeline, unable to breathe.
You don't know how far you ran.
Didn't know how long.
He caught up, he always did.
Why would such a silly girl like you think he had just let you go?
"My petal, where have you gone now? I can hear you."
It felt like he was right behind the tree you had hid, blunt nails digging into the handle of the knife you thankfully hadn't dropped.
You shut your eyes, holding your breath. But that was no use.
"My angel, come out."
Heavy footsteps approached, with no care stepping right past the thick bark of the tree.
A stab to the chest, your hands weak from fear but driven enough to push the blade right to his beating heart, ripping trough muscle.
Too shocked by your own action, the pain from the same type of sharpness slicing trough the side of your throat.
Maybe it was a bit romantic, the last time spent together, in each others arms, spluttering and struggling to breathe, buried in moss with a pale moon not even giving you the ability to see one another bleed out.
Sukuna had never kissed the top of your head as tenderly as right before his last breath.
"I love you."
Not like you could reply, blood filling your lungs and vocal chords sliced.
Already fading out together with the last beat of his heart.
The bow, the lacy thing no longer white, barely even recognizable by how much blood had been spilt.
Yoon's notes: hi guys sorry for the lame ass horror fic
Katsuki Bakugo with an inexperienced girlfriend
MDNI, suggestive
Katsuki with an inexperienced girlfriend. He think sheâs the sweetest thing ever and he didnât even think twice on respecting her boundaries and understanding her situation. In fact, he wants to wait a while, maybe until you guys get to your first of dating before he really tries something but sometimes youâre just so unknowingly needy.
Youâve been feeling weird since the afternoon. you donât know how it started, you were simply watching Katsuki spar with Eijirou and this weird feeling down by your stomach started to develop. You tried to drink some medicine, use a hot compress, even tried distracting yourself with your own work but the feeling only got worse.
Eventually you couldnât handle it anymore.
It was a little past dinner when you called him.
The phone rings twice before he picks up.
âHey doll.â Katsuki greets. Hearing his voice has the feeling in your stomach intensify and you couldnât help but pinch your eyebrows together.
âSuki? Need your help.â You mumbled, turning over in bed.
You hear some shuffling on the other side of the call before he replies, âWhatâs wrong?â
â⊠My tummy feels weird.â
âWhat kinda weird baby?â
You try to explain the weird feeling as best as you can. Like a heat in your tummy that just wonât go away. Katsuki hums over the line as he listens patiently. Taking in every word.
âMmm⊠Can you check something fâme doll?â
You nod your head before you realize your boyfriend canât see you, âYeah, I can.â
âCheck if your panties are wet.â Katsuki mumbled.
âI didnât pee myself âSuki.â You grumbled, cheeks flushing red from the sheer embarrassment of not just the situation but at what Katsuki was implying.
âI know baby, but just check fâme me alright? Bring your hand down and press against your panties and tell me if itâs wet.â
You do as he says and to your surprise, your panties are indeed wet. Overwhelmingly so that when you bring your hand back up thereâs a bit of moisture on your fingertips.
âSâwet.â You mumbled into the phone shyly.
Katsuki hums and you can imagine him nodding his head in the way he does whenever heâs deep in thought.
âWanâ me to come over ân fix it for ya?â Katsuki asked, voice low, âI can make that weird feeling go away baby.â
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⥠âžâž when toji fucks you good, you take his ass to red lobster ! â€ïžâ âč
cw: nsfw
âhello! my name is michael, and iâll be your server for tonight.â he gestured to the menus in front of you. âready to order?â
you glanced up and gave him a small smile. ânot quite, give us some time please.â
âno worries, take your time.â he smiled and left.
toji looked unamused. âwhyâd you send him away? you said i can order whatever i want.â
you rolled your eyes. âyou already know what you want? weâve been here for like two minutes.â
âi do actually, itâs the same order every time.â
he wasnât wrong, he was pretty consistent with what he liked. especially with you.
âyeah just like that.â he groaned and you clenched around him at his words. âif you keepâfuckâsqueezing me like that, i wonât last much longer pretty.â
toji had you in yet another mating press for the third time this week. youâd asked him to come over to help fix your bed frame and you somehow found yourself on the bed, caged underneath him.
with the way he was ramming into you, he might need to come over again to fix it. the bed squeaked with each thrust, headboard banging against the wall. you were bound to get a noise complaint from your neighbors, but you didnât care. not with the way he fucked you like his life depended on it.
he rubbed your clit with his thumb, earning yet another sinful moan from you. thighs trembling, you came hard for the second time of the night, so hard you saw stars. you whined as he drove into you, not showing any signs of stopping.
âiâm not done cutie. i promised you five, remember?â
you whimpered his name and he shook his head with a grin. he snapped his hips against yours and you yelped.
âsoo tight my pretty girl, youâre doing so well for me. donât tap out now.â he teased you lightly. gripping his bicep, you tried your best not to squirm underneath him. but toji made it hard as he fucked you at a brutal pace. your slick coated his shaft and your thighs, but he didnât seem to care. in fact, you were pretty sure it egged him on.
âmy good girl is soaked for me, huh? as if i havenât fucked you two other times this week. greedy pussy.â
you couldnât think straight. all you could think about was the way he grinded his hips against yours, coaxing another orgasm from you.
the lethal grip you had on his bicep as you came caught toji off guard. he was used to the broken cries and the way your cunt tightened around him, but this was something different. his hips stuttered as he buried himself as deep as possible. he came with a low, guttural moan before resting his forehead against yours.
the sounds of his ragged breathing and your panting filled the roam. his thick seed was leaking out of your sore cunt. he had just enough energy left to reach in between your legs and push it back in.
âmaybe five was a bit ambitious,â he murmured against your skin. âbut you said three and i get to go to red lobster.â
you wanted to laugh at how upfront he was, but you couldnât. you were spent. he nudged you with this nose and you groaned softly. âagain?â
âa promise is a promise.â he grumped.
âmâkay.â
thatâs how you found yourself across the table from him, skimming through the menu like you didnât know what you were going to order. just like toji, it was the same every time.
âhi, ready to order?â michael reappeared. he clicked his pen and looked at the two of you expectantly.
toji grabbed his menu to point at what he wanted, but not before michael caught on.
âwait, have i seen you guys before?â
unhinged asf but iâve never seen anyone do this. queen bey you will always be famous
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when you finally get tired of his bs, how does he react?
tws: mentions of sex and cheating, swearing, angst, suggestivish?
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mid smau maybe will turn this into a fic but wtv i just wanted to post something since i havent posted in like 100 years
Wrong # (jjk guys accidentally confessing to you they are breaking up with you!)
A/N- NOT MY OG IDEA NOT MY OG IDEA. Credit to shototacoroki on TikTok who made an mha texting story with this plot line. I wanted to put the jjk spin on it. Please check out their SMAU itâs great!!!
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⧠older!ceo satoru is a genius, billionaire, playboyâ need I say more? he knew he wanted you the second you trotted into his meeting without so much as sparing him a glance. you're from the group of college interns. trying to score a job at the world-leading science institution. knew he was sooo screwed when he caught your glare from across the office after he sent a wink your way. young, feisty and smart? how fun.
⧠villain!satoru is always fucking hero sukuna's daughter, who may or may not have fallen in love with him.
⧠satoru doesn't know how to react when his former student makes a move on him.
⧠professor!satoru is your toxic ex who makes your student life hell after you break up with him.
⧠clanhead!satoru promised himself that he wouldn't touch you, his newly arranged wife. but he swears that you're trying to give him a heart attack with how bad you want him, someone twice your age.
⧠best friend's dad!satoru has you sucking his dick while he drives you home. the problem? you're his son's best friend.
Synopsis. Name: Choso Kamo.
Age: 23
Hybrid type: Canis lupus familiaris AKA puppyboy.
Diagnosis: Heâs in rut, and who does he need? His pretty ownerâyou!
A/N. Mwahahah you babygirls asked so daddy providesâŠ
The forums online told you there was nothing to worry about.
Each with their smooth, structured message boards and those advertisements for the countryâs best hybrid supplements (âBuy your companion these chew-safe sweaters NOW!â); and their respective hybrid owners each with queries quite similar to your own.Â
âHybrid has started taking my clothes [URGENT]!â
âIs my hybrid sick? Clothes disappearing, feverish, etcâŠâ
âHow do your hybrids let you know if they arenât feeling good?â
To the symptoms that most-closely aligned with your own canine hybridâs, the most popular conclusion by the panel of amateurs was that they were likely feeling the effects of the changing seasons. Hybrids, particularly purebreds, were more susceptible to heat and weather than humans like yourself.Â
And so youâd forgone the call to your hybrid specialist, Dr. Shoko, for nowâin favor of helping Choso keep cool as much as possible, and supporting him through these motions.Â
Until today: when youâre folding your laundry and realizing that half your underwear drawer was missing.
As youâre opening up the rickety wooden drawer even further, it clatters mockingly up at you. At your flabbergasted expressionâyou were sure itâd been at least a third more full the last time you opened it up. At the way youâre bending down and peering in, as if expecting to see the rest of your panties and bras somehow hidden away inside.
Nothing.
You shut the drawer and straighten up silently.
The rest of your laundry sits idly at the foot of your bed, though the last thing on your mind was attempting to finish your folding. You donât think you couldâve succeeded in doing so even if you tried.Â
Because you already know who did this.
Hell- there was only one other person living in your snug Tokyo apartment. It would be impossible not to be him.
Your roommate of five months.
Your hybrid.
The ever-nervous, ever-sweet, ever-handsome Choso Kamo.
You remember the day you got him as if it was yesterday: that phone call that changed everything. The massive hybrid shelter in your neighborhood had been holding an adoption program; in which humans could sign up to be caretakers and companions for hybrids freed from large-scale mills and facilities that raced to churn out the most purebred hybrids. All shapes and speciesâfrom the deep underbelly of having a society where humans and hybrids co-existed.Â
Mostly temporarily, of course - until the hybrids chose to pursue jobs, education, and whatever else it is that they wanted to do.Â
Tokyo JSH (Jujutsu Shelter for Hybrids) wasnât just a simple rescue operation; but their territories spanned far and wide from medical facilities, to rehabilitation, to temporary homes, to this current matching program that let the public get a more hands-on method to volunteer. Led by Ieri Shoko - a caracal hybrid herself - it was one of the most famed for their sheer number of hybrids taken in and reassimilated into society. You yourself had volunteered for JSH on a few occasions.Â
And having a soft spot for hybrids, you barely thought twice before signing up for this new program.Â
The registration process had been long and tedious - though you didnât blame them. Columns upon columns of forms to fill out. Towers upon towers of medical checks for you yourself. They investigated your apartment, they investigated your job, they investigated your personality and ability to house a troubled hybrid temporarilyâuntil they could get back on their feet.
And even longer than the registration process had been the waiting process.Â
Itâd been months- almost a year before you heard back from the shelter - and by then, youâd begun to think that perhaps they hadnât found you suitable after all. But thenâŠthen itâd happened.
Then youâd been rung by none other than Dr. Ieri Shoko herself.Â
The fuzzy-eared doctor had asked you to come into the shelter the very next day, if you were still up to it- and of course, you were up to it!
Spiffed and spruced. Smoothing down your best outfit - for you did want to give a good first impression - you were outside the doors to Tokyo JSH before theyâd even been unlocked. The teenage employee in charge of opening those double doors had shot you a strange look as you waited patiently for them, but that didnât matterâyou were about to meet your newest roommate.Â
Of course, you were aware that it wouldnât be all sunshine and daisies and- and whatever else the saturated infomercial playing on loop inside the shelter lobby showed. But at the very least, you hoped by the end of this, youâd be making a lifelong friend out of this - to help someone without expecting anything backâŠif not a friend then you hoped youâd at least be making a change. And thatâs why you were here.
Dr. Shoko had entered the shelter not too long after the infomercialâs 50th loop.Â
She seemed somewhat surprised to see you here so early - no doubt the first volunteer she was seeing for the day - though her effortlessly composed features didnât betray a thing. You, however, were feeling a churning amalgamation of nervousness and excitement that youâre sure showed.Â
Though she was kind enough not to point it out, âYouâre here early.â And with that, you were being led to the separate patientsâ ward.
The air was thick with saline and tensionâand the acrid smell of adrenaline. Bed after bed. Each one had their white curtains drawn, and out of respect you didnât dare peek inside - instead you kept your eyes fixed firmly on where you were going.
So much so that once Shoko stopped in her tracks, you almost bumped into her back.Â
Hastily, you looked up to find thatâŠthis, too, was a bed obscured by thick white curtains. Only, that was where the similarities between this hybrid and the others stopped: lost in your whirlwind of thoughts, you hadnât realized that Shoko had led you to the sole bed at the end of the hallway - the one at least twenty-five meters away from all the other hybrid patients.Â
Solitary. Silentâno hums or growls that emanated from beyond the opaque partitions.Â
Sectioned off, almost.Â
It made you wonder just what sort of hybrid - you looked at the chart hung up at the foot of the bed - Choso Kamo would be.Â
According to the other notes on the chart, they were a dog hybrid like most of the others hereâCanis lupus familiaris. And to be more specific, Choso was said to be a Great Dane.Â
And though you had better manners than to engross yourself in someone elseâs medical chart, you couldnât stop your eyes from wanting to read even further. Quickly finding out other such details like his gender, his age, his height (6â4 was to be expected as a Great Dane hybridâŠbut nonetheless absolutely massive), and even his rescue from-
âAn underground fighting ring.â Shoko told you in a measured tone, and youâd picked up on the fact that she didnât want to disturb the hybrid inside those curtains. âItâs not often that weâre able to rescue hybrids from fighting rings- alive, that is. Though they remain our toughest problem.â
Your mouth felt parched, âIâŠI see.â
âThis hybrid was luckyâhe was said to be their top fighter. But no one lasts long in an underground fighting ring.â She looked at you solemnly, âNo one. And before we proceed, I need you to understand what youâre getting yourself into. I know how much you love helping hybrids - Iâve seen you âround here almost every week - but I need you to understand that Choso might not be the easiest companion.â
You nodded seriously.
âItâll take him some time- and on some occasions he might even lash out.â Shoko gestured to the other beds - namely the distance between them. âWeâve had to separate him from the other hybrids as well.â
You looked from them and back, âBut surely heâs not dangerous-â
âNo.â She shook her head, âHeâs hurt. Heâs powerful. But most of all, heâs highly intelligent.â Her ears twitch, and thereâs a small quirk at the edge of her painted lips, as though a smileââAll he needs is some love and care, and someone kind enough to wait for himâŠwhich is exactly why I chose you.â
And how could you not help Choso Kamo after that?
So sheâd peeled back the curtains and ohâŠand inside had been perhaps one of the largest hybrids youâve ever seen. One of the most magnificent.Â
Even for a purebred, Chosoâs drooping ears were covered in the darkest, glossiest coating of chestnut brown. Theyâd perked up even before youâd entered - no doubt hearing every single nervous breath you were trying to regulate - and they stayed on alert even as he caught sight of you. His sharp canines made an appearance. His powerful tail whipped.Â
And yet, even with his features twisted into something unwelcoming, you found the wind knocked out of you at the utter beauty of his features.
They were prominent and pretty. As though carved by the most delicate of hands: those slightly downturned eyes of his, the pertness of his mouth, those high cheekbones.Â
There was a glint of something unforgiving in the depths of his chocolate irises, however, as though weathered through the years. Something honed.Â
Sitting up on his bed, his gaze narrowed as you entered his space- and a slightly feral growl had left Chosoâs lips. His toned body was naked beneath the clinical blankets, and he gripped them as if he was ready to fling them off and attack-
You slowly took a step backwards - something other than fear. You understood how it felt to want to be alone for some time.
And sitting on the empty bed beside him, you waited in silence as he realized you werenât here to attackâand leaned back into his crisp mattress. Though he still looked slightly wary of you, you didnât hesitate before introducing yourself and launching into a conversation - rather one-sided at the time, but a conversation nonetheless.Â
Shoko had smiled and left the two of you alone for now. Meanwhile you spoke of your day, your job, the weather outside and- did he like the food here? What were his favorite foods?Â
Despite the fact that Choso didnât answer a single one of your gentle questions, you werenât deterred. And it wasnât long before youâd looked up at the clock on the end of the hallwayâand realized that it was nearly past visiting hours. Choso himself had seemingly come to the same conclusion, as he watched your eyes drift back to him.
And youâd only had one more question left for him.
âDo you want to come with me?â
And heâd given you a single, short answerâin a deep baritone that sounded as though it hadnât been used in years. âYes.â
From then on itâd been a short few hours of paperwork - much shorter than your initial registration - to get Choso officially situated in your apartments. In a weekâs time he was discharged from JSH and gathering his sparse belongings (nothing but a broken collar) to move in with you in your Tokyo nook.
Your first outing together had been to buy him all sorts of new clothes and necessities and a collar - something that you didnât think Choso would like. But Shoko had recommended you get one, just in case.
And so there had been a pretty, pink-colored collar with your name on itâfitted to Chosoâs sizeâjostling around at the bottom of your shopping bags as you dragged the Great Dane hybrid from store to specialized hybrid store.Â
The first day had been a little awkwardâŠyou introduced Choso to the guestâs bedroom that was now all his - and heâd locked himself in there for about two days. Only coming out once heâd completely and fully immersed himself inside, once heâd finally gotten used to the sense of a placeâa place that was his own.Â
Following had been a blurred few weeks of attempting to get used to one another in this limited space. Choso himself wasnât all that bad of a roommate, to be honest - heâd spoken to you in bits and pieces whenever he felt like it, gathering up after himself, and letting you know whenever he liked your cooking. And you scoured for these interactions like a man in search of an oasis in the desert, after prolonged summer after summer, after prolonged heatwave after heatwave.
You werenât even sure why you were drawn to him so much- sure, Choso Kamo was one attractive being. Especially when he was walking around the apartment after a shower, in nothing but a slightly-dampened towelâŠ
But more than thatâhe was just so damn sweet.
You came to understand that the more you found out about him.Â
It started off small: the charred attempt at preparing breakfast for you in the second week he was here, the shy way heâd tug at your collar - despite being such an intimidating size - whenever he encountered another dog hybrid in public. He followed you around everywhereâeverywhere. He waited right outside the door for you whenever you went to work.
And come to find thatâŠChoso wasnât the strong, seethingly silent type youâd initially assumed at all. He was smart. He was funny. He was such a sweetheart.
Soon enough, once heâd opened up to you in the coming months, youâd come to find that Choso actually loved sappy romance movies (and he cried at the end every time), Choso loved making little treats for you whenever you were down, Choso loved cuddlinâ up to after a long day at work. Perhaps it was unconditionally true what they say about Great Danes being âgentle giantsâ - because Choso Kamo was the gentlest giant of them all.Â
And after five months, the two of you were what you could honestly consider good rommatesâgood friends, actually. Though the housing situation was meant to be temporary until the hybrid was able to get a place of their own - and/ or wanted to - you could honestly see yourself living with Choso for the rest of time.Â
Who would have thought?
Though the collar still sat collecting on one of your cabinets. You hadnât brought it up, and Choso - despite eying it from time to time - hadnât asked, either.Â
Everything had been perfectâthat is, until about a few weeks ago when your clothes had started disappearing.
It started off with a jacket here, a bracelet there, and then something you couldnât ignore - an ugly Christmas sweater from the last holidays (that you honestly werenât upset to see go). And you couldâve let it slide had it been limited to these souvenirs that you wouldnât mind never having to think of ever again.Â
But your underwear?Â
Not only was it your underwear, but it was about half your entire drawer? Perhaps even more so? All those lacy black numbers nâ those matching sets, all those expensive lingerie youâd treated yourself to and even a few of those grandma panties with holes in them- you couldnât help but wonder just what your hybrid needed these forâŠ
Nesting wasnât as common for dog hybrids, right? Besides, Choso had a perfectly comfortable bed that you knew he loved and adored.Â
To be honest, there was one person in the forums whoâd suggested that perhaps those aforementioned hybrids were veering into ruts and heats- though, theyâd gotten downvoted to hell.
And though youâd considered the possibilityâŠthat certainly wasnât the case this time, right?
Youâd read up on the matter prior to meeting Choso, and you knew that that particular period occurred every two to three months for a hybrid. But in the five months since getting to know him, and since worming your way into his good graces, Choso had never shown any indication of a rut.Â
Not even the slightest glimpse of it.
And that was certainly alright - some hybrids simply didnât have certain proclivities, or perhaps their pheromones didnât overtake them as such. But your question remained: if Choso hadnât started his rut then, why would it start now? There must be another explanation, surely.Â
And so youâre still mulling over the possibilities as youâre trudging your way to him- knock-knock-knocking on the door to his bedroom. Choso opens the door instantly - as he always did when it came to you - and youâre somewhat taken aback at the suddenâŠshirtlessness that youâre bestowed with.
Clearly fresh out of the shower.
With his long hair untied, wet tips reaching his broad shoulders- with glistening droplets of water slipping down his hairline and down the middle of his chest. With a tattooed No. 1 on the sculptured ridges of his right v-line. With his toned chest slightly pantingâat the sight of you.
Chosoâs flushed lips part-
âChoâŠâ At the sound of your voice uttering his cute nickname, Chosoâs long tail immediately starts wagging. And youâre finding it hard to keep the sternness in your voice, âI didnât disturb you, did I? I just wanted to ask whether you wouldnât happen to know where my erm- underwear disappeared, would you?â
And at that- his eyes go slightly wide. âU-underwear?â
And youâd almost have been fooled by the innocent blush that spread across his cheeksâŠif it wasnât so damning, that is. âYes. Underwear, Cho. Where is it?â
âAnd youâre asking meâ?â He pleads.
âMy panties didnât just grow legs and walk, Choso.â You cross your arms with a sigh, âTheyâre not magical.â
ââŠI think youâre magical.â
Somewhat catching you off-guardââYou canât just-â And you feel something flip at the pit of your stomach, âDonât think youâre going to wiggle your way out of this, okay? I need my underwear back before tomorrow- unless you want me to go to work pantyless-â
His canines slip out with a growl, muscles rippling as he shivers. âNever.â
âThen you better- return them.â Youâre wagging your finger strictly at him, to which he lets a sheepish smile escape.
He places a hand on the top of the doorway - a gesture of nervousness, surely. âY-yes, maâam.â That little nickname youâd told him time and time again not to useâwhy so formal? But you canât help but notice the bulge of his swole muscles, still dappled in the dampness of the shower.Â
And to hide the flip in your stomach - again - youâre sighing and looking away from the vision of Choso before you.Â
You could still hear the fervent wagging of his tail.
âWanna go out for a wal-â
âYes.â
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âOkay- ready, Cho?â Slipping your shoes on, you turn towards the hybrid that stood at the edge of the threshold.
Choso was never the type to be leashed whenever the two of you went on walks - you suppose that came with his seeming distaste for the collar. Heâd meander along beside you, and though youâd been nervous about losing him the first few times, Choso had proved himself to be loyal and steadfast by your side. Never wandering off too far, even when he was exploring in the hybrid park.
And right nowâhe was shuffling shyly. âY-yesâŠâ
You frown, âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing-â He replies hastily, putting on his own shoes and getting ready to follow you out the door. But even soâŠhis eyes drift beyond the threshold. âItâs justâŠâ
âHeyâŠâ Youâre lowering your voice- and the tension bleeds out of his shoulders as you reach out and gently hold onto his arm. âYou can tell me anything, yâknow?â
And thatâs what makes him finally muster up the courage- âI want to put on the collar, maâam.â
âOh.â
Oh.
And who were you to say no to that?
And it feels as if youâre walking on air as you go up to the cabinet and pull those glass doors open - taking out that pretty, pink collar youâd bought specifically for him. Slightly dust-bitten. Yet its heart-shaped pendant glimmers in the sunlight, your name etched onto thereâChoso dons that name proudly as youâre fastening it onto his pale neck.
âTell me if itâs too tight, alright?â Its metal buckle hisses coldly against his nearly-feverish skin: was he heating up?Â
That prominent Adamâs apple of his bobs- âMhmâŠâ
Before long, the two of you find yourselves walking down the summery pavement; it was a beautiful day and the balmy breeze kisses your cheeks. Clouds frothing. Birds twittering. Youâre humming at the feeling of warm sunlight on your skin, contrasted by the unfamiliar coldness of that looped handle of the leash in your hands.
The thin, chain-linked length sways just a littleâleading up, up, up to the collar wrapped around Chosoâs throat. It lets off a metallic sound that melds with the bustling noises drifting from your local hybrid park - you hadnât had Choso for long before you found out about this place.
And ever since about your second or so week with him, youâd been going there almost daily. With Choso being so naturally shy, it was a good place for him to make friends and interact with someone that wasnât just youâand bit by bit, youâd gotten the privilege of seeing him open up. Hell, he even had a few regular friends there. And by now, he looked forward to the park just as much as you did- exceptâŠtoday, Choso was pulling back a bit.
Not as though he wanted to leave, but as though he always wanted to be half a step behind. No matter how much you slowed down your own pace for him.
âCâmon, Cho.â Youâre gently pulling on the grip of his leash, and yet it doesnât give away anything. âWeâre a little late, your friends will be leaving soon.â
He doesnât answer.
âChoso?â Your fist tightens around the leash.
He doesnât budge a single inchâin fact, he seems to slow down even further.
âChoso, come on-â
And then heâs letting out the softest, sweetest sound that makes you stop directly in your tracks- âN-nghââ Something so unexpected. That you can only turn around and stare at him.
Choso fiddles with the zipper on his jacket, eyes downturned- and yet, youâd be able to make out that cute blush of his anywhere.
You attempt to take a peek at his expression, âSomething wrong? Dâyou wanna go home, Cho?â
He shakes his head. âN-noâŠâ And the fidgeting with that metallic nub grows even faster, Chosoâs feet shuffling on the smooth, grey sidewalk. âItâs justâŠkeep going at your own pace, maâam.â
âMy own pace? But isnât that a little too fast for you today?â You probe.
And he nods, âYesâŠâ Barely even a whisper, âKeep doing that- k-keep pulling on my leash.â
Electricity zaps down your spine at his tone- oh, his tone. Currents of it leaving your mind a little fuzzy, and curdling somewhere betweenâŠ
Choso raises his nose up into the air to sniffâ with his honed senses, and you couldnât start tugging on his leash fast enough. âA-alright then.â You werenât sure to exactly what degree his senses were honed, but you didnât doubt he could smell even the wetness of your cunt - itâs exactly why youâd tampered down proddinâ away at yourself with your vibrator after heâd moved in.Â
And then he stalls so you pull once more-Â
âFuck-â
And you look towards him instantly, âShit- Iâm sorry. Did I pull too hard, Cho?â
âNo-â He shakes his head immediately, âNo, not at all.â
The tighter it was, the better.
The air feels more humid than it had once beenâso much thicker. Itâs enough that you feel like you can finally breathe only once you catch sight of the hybrid park; those swooping slides and those green, open spaces. Slides and tunnels. Stores and pathways.
Youâre reaching up to unclip his leash, and Choso lets out a sheepish smile as he stops you. âI-I want to keep the collar on, is that okay?â
Youâre stunned. âThatâs perfectly alright, Cho.â And so you watch his tall figure stalk towards his usual group of companions, your name sparkling on the pendant between his collarbones. Perhaps you should ask him about this sudden change, butâŠyou decide not to push it for now - perhaps it was still the weather that still had him all out of sorts.Â
Deciding that youâd join him in playing just a little later - at least when your knees werenât feeling as weak as they do right now - you sit down on one of the benches overlooking the park. It makes you smile to see Choso laugh and talk with his hybrid friendsâsuch a stark difference from how heâd been when you first met him.
You were proud of him.
âHey, Chosoâs wearing a collar today?â A sudden voice makes you look upâand who else would it be but the ever-charming Kusakabe? Youâd met the older man on your first visit to the hybrid park - and you were sure youâd been such a sight: awkward and standing by the edge of the park, a towering unleashed hybrid at your side, both of you unsure what to do.Â
Heâd been the one to reach out to you first- asking you whether you wanted to join him and his smaller, more welcoming canine hybrid. That had been the first time that youâd seen Choso interact with another hybrid without bearing his fangs.Â
As a much more experienced hybrid owner than you, you admit that heâd helped you smoothen your journey as a new companionâvastly. All the best spots to eat here. All the hybrids to be steered clear of due to their aggressiveness. So it was practically routine to run into the dark-haired man during your days at the park, and so you flash him an easy smile. âHe is, isnât he? New development.â
âPink. Looks good on him.â Kusakabe nods approvingly, arms crossed. âEveryday he surprises me.â
âRight?â And with a chuckle, youâre holding up the slender chainlink leash. âThough if he chooses to continue then I might just have to get something strongerâŠâ
âOh, I know just the place-â And Kusakabe sits down right next to you on the bench - thigh against thigh, arm against arm. Youâre unable to say anything about anyoneâs personal space before heâs pulling his phone out and gesturing for you to lean inââThereâs this shop downtown in Shinjuku I go to- the best discounts. Itâs right beside the convenience store and the-â
And as soon as you blink, Kusakabe is ripped from his seat next to you.
And before you crouches Choso.
Though not as you know him. Not at all.
Choso bears his piercing canines and lets out a rumbling growl; muscles of his back shifting, body panting, claws protrudingâand though you couldnât see his face, you knew it was contorted into something of utter murder. And you werenât sure whether this was just your imagination due to the tension of the incidentâŠbut did he seem somewhatâŠbigger? Veins popping. Back hulking. There was almost somethingâŠanimalistic about him that you couldnât quite put your finger on- other than the fact that he was scarinâ off the others around you like a guard dog. He lets out another rumble of gnarled words and itâs enough to make every hair on your body raise.
âStay away.â Itâs about all you can make out.
You stand immediately, heart pounding. âCh-Cho?â You reach towards him.
âStay away.âÂ
Was that really him?
He repeats.
And then he repeats again.
And he repeats and he repeats- as if crazed. Kusakabe pales and wastes no time creating some much-needed distance between himself and the hybrid.
He bumps into his own cowering hybrid.
âChoso-â
âStay away from my mat-âÂ
âChoso- enough.â And you finally manage to pull him back - he doesnât even seem to register you beside him for a brief few seconds. Not until you force him to just fucking look at youâ
And then - only then - do his claws retract, and the sharpness in his eyes fades just a little bitâturning into their usual chocolate-caramel brown once he turns them towards you. You look into his dilated peripherals and wonder whether he was really the same hybrid as just a few seconds before.Â
Choso Kamo could easily overpower you, but heâs pulled by your arms easily.Â
As you look around, youâre realizing that almost everyone in this vicinity of the park was staring at you. The hybrids nearby had their ears lowered. The owners were tugging on leashes of those same hybrids that refused to move- seconds away from danger and they were too afraid to move. Kusakabe himself was blindly reaching for his own companion. Hell, even the birds seemed to have stopped fluttering aboutâas though summer itself had been paused for this sudden feral coldness of your sweet Choso. You canât help but let a shiver run through you as you imagine just what might have happened if you werenât there to stop him.Â
Choso would have torn that man to shreds.Â
Without thinking twice, you loop a finger underneath his collar and pull him away- not even bothering with the leash anymore. FuckâŠhis skin was just feverish. âCâmon.âÂ
And for the first few tugs, Choso doesnât respondâdoesnât dare to tear his eyes away from the trembling Kusakabe. But then youâre saying his name once more, âChoso.â He jolts as though hit with a thousand volts of electricity- and youâre quickly pulling him out of the park. Not even a second glance at the mess youâve left behind, âWeâre going home.â
He quietly responds from beside you, âYes maâam.â In a voice so heated.Â
Collar tight on his neck.
Tight. Tight all throughout your speedy walk back homeâeven afterwards. And once youâre attempting to reach up and free him of that restraint- Choso flinches away from your hands faster than light.Â
Starinâ straight at you with his dazed, darkened brown eyes he holds the buckled lock of the collar and crushes it with his bare hands.
Crushes it so that it cannot be removed.
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.
âI donât know, ShokoâŠ.â Nervously gnawinâ on your lower lip, you pace the hallway outside Chosoâs room. Her response comes out as languid and reassuring as ever- but you canât help but cast a concerned look at the closed door. Locked. âHeâs just never acted like thisââ
âAggressive?â Comes her question, âWhy, it might just be because of the increasing temperatures that hybrids-â
âNo, not just being aggressive.â You struggle to articulate, âItâs just heâs being soâŠâ
Because it hadnât been just the collar incident after youâd gotten home from the park. Almost immediately afterwards, Choso had rounded the room a few times- alert. Alarmed. For a second there, you almost thought heâd caught onto a whiff of something else entirelyâbefore heâd grabbed one of the throw pillows on your couch and rubbed his swollen scent glands down its puffed surface.Â
Scenting.
Scenting was the act of coating an object, hybrid, or person in the pheromones of a hybrid; itâs said that they often feel more comfortable in a space if it reminds them of their own scent.
But to this extent?
Youâd gotten used to Choso scenting the apartment during the first week of your cohabitating, but right now it was as if he was attempting to erase every single shred of evidence that anyone else had ever been inside this apartment.Â
No one but him. No one but you.
That laptop charger that your coworker had touched last week? Heâs gliding the smooth surface down the side of his throat, and replacing that scent instantly. That cushion your friends had sat on the last time they visited? That hair tie youâd washed with a different shampoo than your usual? Even the damn jacket that Kusakabe had brushed up against on the park-
That one, in particular, Choso was ripping away the scent most fervently.Â
Until the apartment was saturated with his soft, sweetened vanilla scent.Â
It smelled like a bakery here.Â
Concerned, youâd attempted to then coax Choso into playtime- he refused. The first time heâd ever refused to spend quality time with youânot even when youâd pulled out his favorite axolotl toy. Thereafter heâd been draped across your living room couch for hours on end, panting, sickly; the only times heâd moved was to disappear into the bathroom every fifteen minutes. And each time he came out more and more feverish than before - flushed down to his chest, trembling just a little. Hands pressed between his thighs. What did thatâŠ
When youâd finally insisted that perhaps the two of you go see a doctor, heâd disappeared into his bedroom and refused to come out.
Not even when youâd knocked.
Not even when youâd called for dinner.
And you were two steps away from begging- but instead youâre regurgitating your woes to the ever-trustworthy Dr. Ieri Shoko.Â
She listens to your day silently.
âNow, I donât want you to worryâŠâ Of course, the only thing she was doing by being so evasive was making you worry. â-and this is just a suggestion, of course-â
âAnything.â Youâre pleading, âJust- anything thatâll make him feel better.â
She hums, and even through the phone it sounds knowing. âHave you ever considered thatâŠâ Somewhere in the distance, your hallway clock tick-tick-ticks awayâand it feels as though your stomach flips just in time with its clanging announcement of the hour. â-perhaps Choso might be in rut?â
Breathless, âWhat?â
You hear the flipping of pages - presumably notes - from her side of the call. âIt seems that in our care, Choso Kamo was yet to experience a rut. And from what little information we were able to gather from his previousâŠaccomodation, the same can be said for there.â
âI thought Choso couldnât get ruts?â Itâs surprising that your voice manages to be so steady.Â
âPerhaps so.â Shoko answers, âBut that is merely a medical assumption.â
Your brows furrow, âW-what are you saying?â
And she sounds as sage as ever, âWhat Iâm saying is that there is no evidence to suggest that Choso can experience a rut-â Youâre just about to open your mouth in agreement. â-however, there is no experience to suggest the contrary, either.â More flipping pagesââFor all we know, the lack of a rut period for this hybrid could be a result of the high-pressure environment that heâd been placed in since his mature years. Weâve certainly seen as much- though, I never did think that this would be such a case.â
And you just about canât believe what youâre hearingââWait- so youâre saying that Choso can experience a rutâŠall because heâs finally feeling comfortable?â
âSafe, is the more likely option.â She corrects, âThough comfortable isnât incorrect, either. As well as open, happy, attracted-â
You reel- âAttracted? To whoâ?â
Thereâs a slight pause.
âI might be no optometrist-â She deadpans, â-but rest assured that Iâm not blind.â
A sudden rush of something in your veinsââA-and what can I do to help him through thisâŠrut?â
âAt this stage? Find him a mate.â Shoko answers, and thereâs shuffling from the other end of the line. âOr be his mate.â
Youâre speechless.
âGood luck!â
A tone rings. The call is over.
And youâre left alone in your Tokyo apartment- alone with the massive puppyboy that was in the throes of his rut.Â
The door feels taller - more intimidating - than you remember it being when itâd been nothing but an empty guestâs room. But now it had meaning to itâŠit had someone inside that you cared about. Cared about to an extent that perhaps you never thought you wouldâfuck. Before you know it, youâd been standing motionless outside Chosoâs doorway for a few minutes.
And youâre sure he can smell your heady wetness from inside.
And once youâre jolting back to your senses, you realize that your legs had lugged you as clooooose to it as you can go - had already put a hand on the doorknob that you donât remember putting there.Â
You twist it open.
And the wave of pheromones that hits you is enough to bring you to your knees.Â
The flurry of vanilla sweetness, of the sunshine of early morning, of the warmth that comes from days spent at the beachâit all envelopes you like a whirlwind set to devour you whole. First itâs taking presence in your lungs, then your brains, then your cunt. Quite literally- you grasp onto the wooden beam of the doorway in an attempt not to embarrass yourself.
But you donât think that Choso was in the presence of mind to care.
You donât think he even notices you enter at first.
Heâs buck-naked on top of his bed. All twisted up in slightly-dampened sheets, he looked like a Renaissance painting; with his meaty thighs spread wiiiiiiide and his angry red cock throbbing between his legs, with his entire body covered in a thin sheen of perspiration, with his tail not even wagging anymore, with his pinkish mouth parted and letting out the prettiest whine after whine as he fucks up into his fist.
Up and up.
Again and again.
He still has his collar on him.
Every muscle in his nearly-Herculean body twitching as he does so. Abs tensing. Biceps bulgingâ
Dribbles of sap explode from his tip like a damn fountain- leaving his hand glistening in layers of sticky glue-like substance. Shaft pulsing in the air. Heavy balls twitching once-twice- If it isnât just the filthiest sight youâve ever seenâŠhe cums.Â
With the most pornographic cry of your name falling from his lips.Â
And from the puddle right below those ruttinâ hips of his, you wonder just how many times heâs cum to the thought of you before.
Choso gliiiiides his palm down his aching shaft to drag out his high. Again and again.
Pump after pump.
And itâs only once those sticky white droplets of seed have petered out that heâs finally attempting to crack his eyes open. Long lines of tears glimmer down his cheeks, and you think he just looks so pretty whimperinâ out your name as the last few ropes of his cum empty out of his cock. Letting his sweaty head slump back against the pillows, Chosoâs chest heaves as he attempts to catch his breath beforeâ
Oh- and how is he supposed to catch his breath when youâre standing there - so beautiful and fuckable - in front of him? Jaw dropped.Â
Unbeknownst to himself, Chosoâs tail starts wagging.
Unbeknownst to you, your thighs are pressing together.Â
And he lifts his sensitive nose in the air once more takingâone sniff, two sniff. Like cherries. Itâs all he needs to register in that hazed brain of his that youâre completely and utterly soaked through those panties you werenât wearing.Â
He wasnât exactly doing anything lewd, but you think youâve never felt more exposed.
Pulling down the hemline of your short, short skirt, you gasp- âCh-Choso.â
And he flinches.
As if youâre struck him down to his very coreâthereâs something carnal there that shifts within Chosoâs eyes and obscures anything of the sweet hybrid that you knew. His body trembles as he heaves to a stand beside the bed - and itâs just then that youâre realizing that in his rut, Choso was much bigger than you normally knew him to be. He was taller. Bulkier.
Just as he had been at the park, itâs like a more base part of him had taken over. Invaded.Â
Those claws of his drag down the soft covers of the bed and tear it to shreds without even trying- and you start to wonder what that might just mean for youâŠ
Heâs oozing power you knew he had- you knew he had, but never knew heâd think to harness as he crosses the bedroom in nothing but three strides.Â
And he kneels before you in a shorter amount of time.
Kneels.Â
Like itâs where he was always meant to be, beneath you like this, those capped knees of his strike the carpet with two thuds! Hard enough that it should hurt a normal human, though not even the faintest glint of pain registers in Chosoâs eyes - so dilated now that they were almost completely engulfed in blackness.Â
His milky thighs squeeze around your calves. Which inadvertently means you can feel his cock grow even harder than beforeâŠ
From your feet, heâs peering up at you with an expression akin to worshipâclammy fingers grasping desperately at your skirt. Theyâre sliding just beneath - where his feverishly hot skin sizzles against your own - and a sudden pang of neediness shoots through your every blood vessel.Â
The air in the room suddenly feels hotter. Sweeter.
And youâve always wanted Choso Kamo, but those pheromones heâs jetting out makes you feel almost dizzily greedy to feel him-
âMaâamâŠâ Chosoâs voice quivers outâhusky. But it wasnât in the way that made him sound demanding- no, it was veering on the edge of an unsteady pleading. His unfairly handsome face cocks ever-so-slightly to the side, and heâs looking up at you through his loooong dark lashes. Puppydog eyes. â-permission to eat you out?â
Youâre nodding so rapidly that your head bumps against the wall youâre pressed up against- hips bucking towards him, and he only yearns even closer with a whimper. âYesââ Youâre uttering out, âYes, pl-â
But you didnât think that Choso Kamo would ever make you beg for him, did you?
Hell, he should be the one beggingâjust to taste you. Just to sniff your pretty pussy. Just to tip his head slightly backwards and let those ropes of clingy sap leak down his tongue aaaaaaall the way down to his throat. His pheromones leave him in gusts, rendering the hybrid more nâ more ruined every time youâre blinking down at him. âPermission to swallow, maâam?â
âYou may.â
You witness the exact moment that Choso Kamo tastes you on his tongue for the first time.
Because his powerful, hybrid tail starts to wag harder than youâve ever seen it. Because he groans. Because a primal noise escapes him that sounds like the most erotic music to yours eardrumsââFuck.â Chosoâs eyes go slightly wide. âFuh-fuckâŠâ
With the wettest, most lecherous plap! that mouth of his drops even further ajar. To plaster more of you across his maw.Â
Youâre the sweetest things heâs ever had the pleasure of smelling- with or without pheromones.Â
His Adamâs apple bobs with the wads of your pussyâs needy juices slippinâ straight into his gullet. Pressing himself so close to you that heâs physically unable to breathe through his nose- Choso wastes no time before clawinâ onto both sides of your hips and plastering your sticky, syrupy pussy all over his mouth.Â
Just wide open.
Hot, open-mouthed kisses.Â
âSh-shiiiiitââ Gasping, your hands snake down to grab onto Chosoâs sweaty locks. They were practically pitch-black with perspiration by this point, making it slippery for your hands to tighten around and place the slightest pressure when tuuuuuugging-
Choso fights with everything left in him to not dig his claws into your pretty thighs and drape your thoroughly wet pussy across his mouth. He mewls, âN-no.â His kisses grow more fervent. âNo, babyâŠâ
Eyes just a bit teary from the sudden stimulation, youâre wondering just what it is that poor Chosoâs huffing nâ puffing about. And thatâs the instant youâre witnessing the dog hybrid lean up onto his haunches and jerk his toned hips against your legs. That reddened, throbbing erection of his crushing against your calves.Â
Itâs the only bit of friction he can get- and the only bit of friction that he needs to spurt his webbed seed all down your skin. Splatterinâ some against the wall and even down himselfâheâs making such an utter mess as he cums just from eating you out.
That, too, with merely a few sultry licks.
Whimpering.Â
Chosoâs head throws back with an echoing sound, lips wobbly oh-so-cutely as he drenches your heated flesh with his gooey sap. It forms a layer of warmth that you donât get too feel for too long-
Because the man himself is dragginâ his roughened fingertips down the dredges of it and stuffing every ounce he can gather between your legs. Straight into the sinking divot where your hole was, Choso makes sure to retract his fatal claws as he slides his lacquering layers down your pussylips. Painting gloss after gloss of creamy white.
Pheromones were just soaking into the air, making it so heavy.
And that ruddied tip of his tongue slips out and starts lavishinâ away at your messy slit. Just so fucking messy.
Despite his tail wagging away at the lewd sight, he canât keep the regret out of his tone. âI c-canât believe Iâve cum.â He utters out a breathy pant into your cunt. âI canât believe itââ
âAwww- sâokay, Cho.â You swear you see his cock twitch at just the slightest mention of that nickname falling from your gorgeous lips. âItâs probably your first time, huh?â
âI-it is.â Your poor puppydog nods.
âThen itâs alright-â
âBut I wanna be good for you, mistress.â And even more sinful than that title was the way he was looking up at you with the most agonized tearful eyesââI-itâs all my bodyâs telling me to doâŠâ As Chosoâs huffinâ away, the edge of his lower lip jutted out into the cutest pout. His brown brows furrow as he focuses on chastely pecking your holeâand youâre hit with the understanding that he wasnât entirely sure what to do. By now heâs rutting against your calves like a dog in heat - and it would be incorrect to say he wasnât. âI wanna please you.â
âIs that soooo?â Youâre crooning out- and he shivers. Reaching the edge of your foot out, you slide up the lined muscles of his left leg - ending up pressed between his thick thighs.
You step on Chosoâs rock-hard erection with your foot and he all but cries-
Humming to yourself, âThen act like it.â
He gasps, âWh-what?â And though he was in disbelief - his ears waste no time pricking up.
Your heel crushes his hot, dribblinâ erection- âAwwww, didnât hear me, baby?â Harder. As he bucks his hips and lets out a sudden yelp, youâre pulling his handsome face up to yoursââWhyâre you giving me kitty licks if youâre a dog hybrid, huh? Why donât you eat me outâŠâ
Hooking your non-dominant leg over his shoulder.
â-like a good boy then?â
And then youâre swervinâ his head just sliiiightly to the sideâand helping him open up the puffy slit of your pussy and ease his tongue inside.
And all it takes is one push - just one push - of Chosoâs flattened, ridged tastebuds- for you to clench around him. The most goopiest feeling.
Enough to make a hybrid addicted.Â
âOhâŠâ He barely has enough space to breathe let alone speak- any and every breath he has left in his lungs is spent parched over your cunt. Choso slips his fat tongue past your first ring of muscleâand you best believe that his extra-specialized hybrid tongue was tasting every droplet of your slick up close and personal. Savoring you - his bleary eyes roll to the back of his head. Heâs feeling the velvety squeeze of your walls as he dives in and out, in and out, in and out.Â
In and oooooout- and thrusting ravenously all the way back in again.Â
âShiiiiit-â
His eyes widen at the effect that he - he - seems to be having on you. âD-does this feel good-â
âShut up nâ eat, baby.â
âYes, maâam.â
He was just so obedient.
Not having much experience but swabbinâ the friction of his tongue wherever he could- as fast as he could. Tail wagging as fast as he could. The crowned edge of his tastebuds dig against every orifice inside you, as fast as he could.
And youâre swearing that the way heâs fucking you with is tongue feels almostâŠanimalistic in nature.
Chosoâs grip fastened tight upon either side of your squirming hips- and the tips of his fingers twitch as though he was having trouble keeping his claws back. Rugged grunts leave him with every slip nâ slide. Chin plastering against the bottom of your pussyâhis handsome features scrape-scrape-scraaaape every inch of you from the end of your cunt and all the way up to the tip. Where your clit was throbbing and needy for him.
Heâs whining at the feeling of that pulsation against his face, looking down innocently at your sensitive nub. âD-do I touch you ther-â
âFuck, yes- you touch me there.âÂ
âThank you, maâam.â
Fuck.Â
Youâre directing your inexperienced hybrid. And perhaps it was the pheromones that were making your body looser than ever-
But youâre wielding that ruthless restraint you have on him and bucking straight against Chosoâs open mouth. As his tongue slips into your hole at a constant pace, youâre making sure that that handsomely big nose of his isnât going to waste either - just grinding down on the mostly-straight line of it. Your favorite part was that lilâ bump that he had around the middle, itâs where your clit felt its primal pangs the most satiated.Â
As Choso eagerly pushes his face between your tremblinâ legs and laps and laps his thick tongue away. Textured tastebuds. Sizzling against where you were most sensitive.
And you might not be a hybrid with those keen sensibilities to know what every single pheromone puff meant- but what youâre feeling right now in his sweetened fragrance was nothing more than utterly content. Pure gluttony.
He was droolinâ down both sides of his mouth and only push-push-puuuushing his face even deeper. âPlease-â And his swollen mouth lolls stupidly open- probing his tongue inside to the maximum, to the very hilt of his wet muscle, and even then he grinds his face deeper like he wanted even more. âP-permission to have evenâŠngh, more, mistress?â
âMore?â Your eyes damn-near bulge out of your skull- Choso was already wolfing you down like a man starved. Fucking you with his tongue and gyratinâ his nose across your clit.Â
Thirsty for every pearly droplet of slick youâre spraying out, his brows press upwards and heâs fixing you with the most convincing puppydog eyes youâve ever seen. Hell, even his scruffy ears start to droop- âPlease, mistress?â
Muttering underneath your breath, âI swear if you were any otherâŠâ
And how could you ever deny him that?
Oh, your hybrid was just so spoiled- but that was a problem for later. Right now, all you can think of doing is reaching down and hooking a finger in that pink collar of hisâhe keens as youâre using that to puuuuull him even further upwards, nose-deep between your legs, and sputters.Â
Rolling your hips faster and faster - you were just so glad that you had the upperhand with his collar now. Because every time that Choso even pulled away to gasp out his unsteady breaths- youâre hauling him straight back.
âWhatâs the matter, baby?â Youâre cooing down at him, letting his flushed face crush against your pussylips. Leavinâ such a lecherous smear of your pussyâs slick across his features, âDidnât you say that you wanted more?â
âI did- I do.â Heâs whining, hips starting to rut once more. Just so teary and guttural with all the stimulation - your pussy was just ruining him, and it really didnât help that those rut pheromones left him in an even more dire state. Choso sloshes your slick âround with his tongue and sobs at the searing restraint you had on his collar, âWanted more- ngh, wanted to taste your pussy more, maâam.â
âThenâ?â Just so mean now. You tug on his collar again and make him shiver as heâs whimpering, tearing up, bucking like an animalâso overstimulated on being used. âWhat else does my good boy want, huh?â
âI-Iâm your good boy?â Those tear-filled eyes of his are just so pretty, and theyâre blinking a few times before Choso even realizes that youâve asked a question. He hastens to answer before your tugging grows even more insistent - though he really doesnât mind the painâŠâI just wanted permission toâŠâ
âYeeees?â
âJ-just toâŠâ
And youâre peering down at the poor hybrid: his powerful tail is still now, and his pheromones were slowly becoming more and more maddened. Youâre seeing the way his long fingers tremble where heâs holding youâedging juuuuust the slightest bit closer to your coreâŠ
âPermission to finger me-â You smile down something sinful at him, â-granted.â
He gapes, âTh-thank you, maâam.â
âItâs a hybrid-eat-pussy world, right?â
And those slender tops of his fingers have no trouble just sliiiiiding a few inches inside- filling you up enough that his digits fill up every single orifice. Every single nook and cranny. Heâs thrashinâ around inside, letting the curved tops of his fingers prod and poke awayâ
âCan smell you getting e-even wetter when I reach forâŠngh- here.â Heâs muttering out in a slightly breathy tone- slightly crazed. And the sweeter your treacly cunt jets out pheromones, the closer heâs veering towards that one spot-
Choso babbles, âCan smell you the sweetestâŠaround here.â Through his shaggy bangs, you see those brows of his furrow- âCan smell your pussy wantinâ me to goâŠâ
And then heâs hitting it.
â-here, maâam.âÂ
Unlike the sudden surges of pleasure that were almost knocking you to the floor, Choso was just looking up at you so innocently as he pumps his lengthy digits towards the very back of your pussy. Striking splat! where your g-spot throbbedâbefore heâs pushing inside and inside to scrape damn near your cervix.
Fingers so long that you think he could reach that spongy layer if you really wanted him to-
âD-deeper, ChoâŠâ Your mouth waters at the delicious zaps of pleasure running through your veins. Your head throws back as they only seem to increase with every passing second, and you whine. âMâso closeâdeeper.â
âClose?â He breathes out, as if in disbelief.
And you best believe that Choso was running his poor fingers ragged doing exactly what youâre asking - heâs scrubbinâ up every ounce of space down your walls, heâs leaving your g-spot feeling raw at the constant whacks, heâs sure the skin of his knuckles was reddening at the impacts butâbut he doesnât even fucking think to slow down as Choso fucks nâ fucks your pussy stupid.
He could feel himself going stupid, mouth latched âround your pulsating clit and moaning. âPlease cum.â Babbling, âP-please cumâŠneed to make my mistress feel good-â
âShit, and I really do feel good-â
âNeed to be a good boy and give her pleasure-â
âAlready doing so much, baby-â
âNeed to make her cumââ Tears spilling down the sides of his handsome face, he looks up at you with pouted lips. Quivering, âPermission to make you c-cum, mistress?â
You tug on his collar - this time, high enough that you can bend down and press a chaste peck on his forehead. âPermission granted, Cho.â
And itâs just then that Chosoâs reeling his fingers properly back - all the way till those rotund ends - and pushing straight into the deepest depths of your pussy. Directly into spots you perhaps werenât even sure you hadâperhaps your cervix. It certainly felt that way.Â
Deep.
And suddenly youâre shattering all over the hybridâs fingers nâ mouth - something that Choso realizes before even you yourself do. His nostrils flare at the sudden peak in your stewed cherry pheromonesâlike the trumpets denoting the opening of those pearly gates.
Suddenly your legs tremble open and youâre gushing your orgasm down his ready tongue.Â
Jaw ajar, he lets you riiiiiiide your waves of bliss through and through his mouth. His handsome features. Your hands being a permanent fixture in his hair now, âP-pleaseâŠâ Blabbering away as the dopamine renders you more loose than ever, âFeels so good, Chosoââ
Those ears of his perk up, âYeah?â
âFeels so good- hck!â Sparking all over with pleasure. âShit- it might just be the b-best orgasm of my damn life.â
And it really was.
You werenât just saying this to soothe his rut - those sudden jolts and sparks, the way that heâd prolong them so much by massaging your bundles of nervesâŠit was the best youâve ever felt. Choso just keeps swervinâ and swervinâ his knobbly fingertips against that pulsing target of your g-spot, in sloppy tandem with the slurps of his mouth suckling away on your clit. Again and again.
Draaaaaagging out your euphoria until it seemed like it couldnât go on any longer- then pumping a fresh few waves of electricity into you with the sudden hits at your g-spot. Again and again.
âMmmm, Iâve been a good boy then.â He murmurs deep into your cunt. And itâs only once most of the haze clouding your mind has cleared up - by the time that your orgasm has diminished into nothing but a few tender jolts - that youâre finally registering the way Chosoâs hips were still humpinâ away against your body.Â
The way that Choso crushed his large, sculptured frame to yours and rutted into you like a dog in heat- âBeen- been such a good boy. Can this good boy get aâŠâ
He bores his pleading eyes up at you.
Feverishly flushed.
â-treat then, maâam?â
Youâre riding out the last of your high on that very handsome face, and you gasp. âBut of course, Cho.â
In practically no time, youâre finding yourself helping Choso Kamo stand up- yes, you were the one to help him stand up.
The powerful hybrid was just too pussydrunk on you to even stand straightâbeing readily moved in the direction of the bed. Pheromones heating up. Rut intensified. Chosoâs clamoring onto the mattress on your command, letting himself fall backwards against the pillows and half-hide his face against their puffiness.
His dewy mahogany eyes peek at you as you shrug off your clothes and join him- stopping right between those long legs of his. âWh-what are you going to do, mistress?â
âGive you a little payback, of course.â Youâre winking. And without further adoâyouâre pushing apart his slightly-jittery legs; almost miles long now that you were seeing them from this angle. He was flushed all the way up to his inner thighs, highlighting the spattering of freckles that he had upon that skin.
From here, you could see his rock-hard erection even better - sure, youâd been given a proper show earlier. But this?
This gave you the opportunity to admire eeeeeevery single detail up-close.
The sheer rose shade at the crown of his shaft, the way it graduated down to the prettiest pink on his hilt. No wonder he liked that collar so much, it looked so similar to the color of hisâŠ
The veins upon veins that made the most beautiful patterns down his cock - they curved and overlapped in a way that made your cunt throb. The way his dark curls spattered him all the way down to his swollen hiltâChoso was mostly well-groomed, though he didnât seem to have had the sense of mind to trim these days. But you almostâŠliked it like that.Â
The way he was not only blessed with incredible length, but incredible girth, tooâperhaps even bigger now that he was in rut? But youâd always imagined that Choso would be the type to have a massive cock anyway, itâs always the silent ones who doâŠ
The hybrid watches - looking as though he wanted to tear his eyes away from a vision so lewd but couldnât - as your pretty face looms closer nâ closer to his throbbing erection. Fuck, he might just be longer than your damn faceâŠseeing it compared like thisâŠhe canât help but let his tail wag ferociously.Â
âNow now, Cho.â Your stern voice breaks through, âSettle down now or I wonât be able to-â
âS-sorry!â He stops immediately.
And you grip the base of his red, thickened cock. âNo interrupting me.â Hard.
âI understandâŠâ Choso whines, body startinâ to arch off of the mattress - though he holds himself back for the most part given how he wasnât sure how youâd react. Would you punish him? Would you like it?
Whatever his frenzied mind had been fearfully conjuring up, itâs all wiped blank by the feeling of you surging your head down and gulping up the first few inches of him. Happily.
First, Chosoâs mouth drops.Â
Then, the sensation of your wet tongue on his cock hits him.
Finally, heâs planting his feet at the edge of the bed and bucking- gripping onto your scalp with his hands. Bucking. And bucking. And buckingâhe cries out, âOh f-fuuuuuck, nghââ Just a few tears of overstimulation leaving the sides of his eyes, âFuck- ngh, this is what it feels like?â
Of course, you certainly couldnât respond due to your mouth being full - but that doesnât stop you from looking up at him through your lashes and winking.
The thickness of his cock fills up your entire mouth, pulsating in a way that was incredible. The creamy layers of pre that topped his bulbous tip tasted almostâŠsweet? Almost like salted caramel - and you didnât know whether that was you or the pheromones talking.Â
âFuck-â
Youâre just starting to give Choso a few gooooood, loooong bobs of your headâup and down. Up and down. Slobberinâ your entire mouth from the top of his mushroomy tip and about halfway down that incredible length.
But thatâs around when the hand at your scalp grows almost searing.
And youâre looking up to find Choso shaking his head after only a mere few seconds of you giving him a blowjob- âP-pleaseâŠany longer and mâgonna cum.â Which had just been too good for him.
You pull yourself off of his fared tip with a pwah! âAaaaand?â Still kissing him down there.
âAnd I want toâŠngh, save it.â He admits, eyes not meeting yours.
âSave it?â Youâre cocking your head in confusion, âSave it for what, Choso?â
âWellâŠâ
âAnswer me, baby.â
âYes, maâamââ The dog hybrid looks up at you with a slightly pouty expression, âI wanted to save for when I f-fuck youâŠâ
Your jaw drops.
Thereâs a slight silence in the room- though the sudden heated increase in pheromones does enough talking for the both of you. And youâre wasting no time before removing yourself completely from his cockâhe ruts.Â
Before pushing those hips of his right back down.
Before shuffling up the king-sized mattress to straddle either side of his thoroughly sculptured hips, feeling the curves and divots of his muscles there.
Before perkinâ your hips juuuuust behind you and catching Chosoâs globular tip in your entrance- slamming your cunt down as far as you could take him.
Youâre sucking in a harsh breath as the first heated inch of him enters your cuntâshit, he really did feel as good as youâd imagined. âFuck.âÂ
The pointed top of his shaft probinâ inwards.Â
Zig-zagging veins massaging up against your soft walls.Â
The throbbing of his shaft creating a vicious drumbeat that you find your pounding heart synchronizing to- youâre throwing your head back and arching your hips to get more of him- and right now it seems like you were the one that was finding yourself utterly ruined on his body.Â
Your hands find themselves slitherinâ right up his toned bodyâright past those ripples and curves of his muscles. Ultimately resting on top of both his pecs, âFuck, Cho.â
âMistressâŠâ He pants out- lips meeting yours in an open-mouthed kiss.
With a low snarl, youâre absolutely melting into his embrace. Itâs barely anything of a kiss and more like Choso was bearing his canines and glide-glide-gliiiiding them dangerously down the front of your cracked maw. Just the slight softness of his actual lips peaking through and gluing against yours ravenously, âChoso-â
âMistress.âÂ
âChoso- you feel so good.â Before you know it, Choso rams his strong hips up - plunging his achingly hard cock - just the slightest few inches until he suddenly stops. But not because heâd bottomed-out. Itâs as though heâd been completely and utterly ready to pound your silly cervix raw- but jerked himself to a stop out of nothing but pure will and the need to-
âG-get permission.â He mutters between trembling lips, words coming out as nothing but a few slurred syllables - each one melting into the last.Â
And as youâre blinking away the haze in your eyes, attempting to make sense of him, you ask. âGet permission? You want permission to- ngh, fuck me, Choso? You know you already have itâŠâ
He shakes his head. âNotâŠthatâŠâ Sounding as if he was on the very verge of ruination just from the way he found himself stuffed inside youânot moving a single inch. But still ruined.
The pheromones in the room heighten, and Chosoâs tail swishes agitatedly.Â
âThen what is it?â
âItâs something far, far dirtierâŠâ He admits, and despite his words there was the shyest blush upon his face. And you swear his cock starts to throb even harder at his utteranceâgoing to the extent that it felt like Choso was damn near about to explode- âItâs where I- hngh, fuck, itâs not something that a hybrid like me deserved to even imagine about you, mistress.â
As though he couldnât even stop himself - his hips were moving in the slightest ruts up and down now. Up and down. Up and down. Barely-there grinds that almost felt more lecherous than just fucking up into you.
His tail starts to wag once more as Choso starts rubbinâ his tip against the roof of your cunt. Forgoing those rational desires of his to not fuck you until he gained permission forâŠwhatever it is that he was too afraid to admit. Those pinkish lips of his quiver as youâre starting to clench around himââI-itâs nothing something I deserveâŠbut fuck, how many times Iâve thought a-about itâŠâ
âThen tell me.â Youâre humming ruthlessly down at him. His eyes slightly widen at the commanding tone of your voice - surely, you must know that he could never deny you when you speak to him like that? âThatâs an order from your master, babyââ
He shivers. âA-an order?â
âTell me what it is that youâve been thinking about for so long.â
Chosoâs slick-wettened cock slips in just a few inches deeper, and he whimpers something inaudible.
âWhat was that?â Youâre leaning down to hear him better.
His lips moving mere millimeters away from your own, âI-Iâve always thought about- ngh, almost ever since the first time I saw you- fuck, it was like th-this animal desire in meâŠâ Big, bulbous tears collecting at the edge of his right eye, Choso finally jerks his hips upââPermission to breed you, mistress?â
Ohâ
That âyes, babyâ is keening out of you faster than you can register it leaving your hips.
And thatâs all it takes for Choso to succeed in bottoming-out, thatâs all it takes for Choso to dig his strawberry divot against the edge of your cervix, thatâs all it takes for Choso to fully nâ properly start to fuck up into you like an absolute madman.Â
Arching his back against the mattress.
Higher with his hips, lower with his shoulders: he runs his pumping tip across every inch of the roof of your cuntâeven deeper, and then stirs his fattened length around in search of that pretty g-spot heâd been troublinâ so much not too long ago. Pump after pump.
Probe after heavy prooooobe of his geysering orifice- youâre feeling your toes curl at the sensation of being so full with him. Warm and heavy inside you. âPermission granted-â You gasp out.
And though heâd already heard your affirmative answer from earlier, it makes Choso swell up just a liiiiittle thicker at his circumference. Snagginâ against the sides of your elastic walls, heâs filling you up like nothing before, just so plump nâ puckering up at every nookâŠespecially around the area of his base that seemed to be growing at an even faster rate than the rest of himâŠ
But you have no time - nor ability - to count away at the feverish throbs and stretches of Chosoâs cock right now. Right now, heâs runninâ his tip against the side of your g-spot until that pretty inner lining of your walls bulge with his sheer sizeâ
âPermission- oh.â Youâre throwing your head back in sheer pleasure, seeing white burst behind your eyes. âP-permissionâŠâ Sounding as though a broken record-player, âAnd for how long have you wanted this permission, baby?â
âToo long.â Choso cries out. Hands trembling upon either side of your hips, âBeen wanting this pretty pussy for w-waaaay too long- as far as I can rememberâŠwas just impossible when I was smelling her sweetness all the damn time.â
Your heart races, âAnd how long have you been wanting to breed me-â
âAlways.â
And after a few more probes nâ a sudden clenchâfrom your sopping wet walls, Choso whimpers and tucks his head into the crook of your neck - where youâd assumed that humans had their scent glands.Â
His heavy balls thwack! the globes of your ass cheeks when he drills his cock inwards, âIâve n-never had a rut beforeâŠâ He admits, âIt just never felt like the right time. But this- fuck, primal part of me always wondered just how pretty youâd look all round and glowing a-andâŠpregnant.â
âPregnant?â You breathe.
âPregnant with my pups.â Choso babbles out. Those doe-like eyes of his kept on rolling to the back of his head every time heâs feeling himself being clenched juuuuust a little tighter than usual. Dark brows furrowing. Hands tightening. âWondered just how much your- hah, pretty tits would grow even more.â Mouth lathering over your right tit, he sucklesâas though expecting milk to come pouring out already. âWondered just how sweet your milk would be, mmmmâŠâ
âAnd what else?â You huff. But the hybridâs just so dazed on your pussy and his rut and your pussy that it takes a firm tug on his collar before heâs back to his senses.
 âHuh- ohââ Choso blinks his teary-clung eyes back open, peering around the thickly-scented room as though heâd just forgotten where he was already. âWondered just how many people would stare at you as we w-walked down the street, me on your leashâŠâ
âAnd whyâs that?â
âBecause just how many of them would think that itâs meââ Out-of-breath. Voice a couple octaves higher than usual - utterly gone. You didnât have to feel the steadily-increasing sloppiness of his cock to know that Choso was losing himself - thwack! thwack! thwack! âJust how many of them would think that itâs your poor, shy puppyboy that fucked you all pregnant, mistress?â
âShiiiiitââ Your legs were starting to tremble - and whether because of fatigue or something else entirely, youâre unsure. But Choso immediately snakes his fingers down just a little lower to cup either side of your ass, and heâs using his immense strength to support you as you start bouncing back down onto his merciless thrusts. âKeep going-â
His eyes grow wide, âP-permission to-â
âKeep going, Choso.â
And who was he to go against his mistressâs wishes? Especially when such wishes was something that heâd been wanting to do since the day he fucking met youâfuck, perhaps even sooner. It was always in that carnal part of him that heâd been trying to ignore ever since the first time he smelled your beautiful, addictive scent outside his bed at the clinic. Those curtains were useless - he already knew that youâd be the most beautiful thing he ever laid his eyes upon.Â
Like cherries, syrup, and sex.
And right now he was fucking into the most beatiful thing of all- your thighs press against that No. 1 tattoo on his v-line, and youâre keening.
Arching your back so that the roooough curvature of his cock could stir up your insides even more than he already was- and that was saying quite a lot already. That ridged pattern of his veins were bumpinâ up against the sides of your channel, your nerves, and making you clench around him even tighterâleaving the hybrid more and more honest with every single thrust. âIâm s-such a dirty hybridâŠso perverted.â He admits, âIâd even wonder about trying to fuh-fuck you pregnant all over again every single dayââ
âH-how do you mean?â Youâre panting out.
âIâd wonder how many times itâd take to plant my seed inside- to fuck you so full that it finally- hngh, takes.â Eyes only partly-cracked open, âAnd then Iâd wonder that itâd be best to fuck you every- single- day-â
âYes-â Youâre mewling out, your nails digging into the plushness of his pecs.
âIâd make sure my hybrid cumâs dripping down your legs every second of the day-â
âYes.â
âIâd make sure when weâre walkingângh, going on our walks, that every single hybrid in a five-mile distance is going to smell me on youâŠâ Choso leans in as though sharing one of his deepest, darkest secrets, â-and in you.â
âYesââ
âAnd thennnnnââ Itâs here that an almost sleazy smirk graces his pretty lips, âIâd wonder about fucking you even after you were pregnant.â
Your jaw drops, and your hands fly to his collar.
âIâd wonder about fucking you u-until your womb remembered me andâŠâ So caught up in his sinful words that you hadnât even registered that the thickened base of his shaft was only growing thickerâŠand thicker, and even thickerâto the extent that now it was a round circumference nearly twice or thrice what it had normally been, and you hadnât even seemed to notice the slamming slaps against the forefront of your cunt. Faster. Harder. His right hand dips down between your jittery legs to start teasinâ your clit with fresh tugs and rolls, ââwe donât stop until we have nine kids.â
Nine kids.
Nine kids?!
Choso Kamo had been so-ravenously dreaming about pumping you full of nine of his kids; creating a small army of hybrid half-breeds that would likely look just like him but with your open warmth and that beautiful smile of his. And why was it that you could imagine it so clearly?Â
âNine kidsâŠâ Eleven repeating it a few times doesnât do much to let the words fully sink in - who would have thought that the nervous, innocent Choso Kamo would be such a lewd character inside? Who would have thought that heâd be nodding along to your repetition.
Gingerly letting his eyes slip to the side of his pillows, âB-but I know thatâs just a far-off- ngh, dream, mistress.â Much more of the usual Choso that you know, though heâs still fucking up into you as though it ached him very second that he wasnât stuffing you all the way to the brim inside - Chosoâs rounded, reddened tip plasters against the back of your pussy and youâre yowling. âThatâs why I stole those panties, thatâs why had to- ngh, satiate myself with just my handâŠâ
And that makes you slightly more alert- âMy panties? Where are my panties, by the way?â
He shyly shrugs.
To which youâre narrowing your eyes in suspicion, âChosoâŠâ
And the larger hybrid almost flinches- âTh-theyâre under my pillows.â
Without a mere moment of hesitation, youâre diving your hand underneath one of those puffy pillows youâd picked out just for him during that first shopping trip youâd undertaken with himâŠand you find all those panties youâd lost. Half your drawer, to be precise.Â
Choso whimpers as youâre pulling a few strappy pieces of lace and gauze outâsome of the sluttiest of your collection, and your fingers had scraped the rest of it that still remained down under. Honestly, how many had he collected without you realizing at first? How many had he fucking usedâ?
Those scraps of fabric were sticky and slightly cloying to each of your senses- and so what else could you think of doing? What better option for punishment was there to do but gather them up into a tight ball in your hand and push them between Chosoâs pinkish, puffy lips- gagging him with your panties. Your panties that heâd used to jerk off.
A taste of his own medicine - or at least it was supposed to be. You just didnât expect for Chosoâs tail to start wagging even harder than ever.Â
Pervert puppyboy.
âSo you wanted to breed me, huh?â
âN-not wantedâŠâ He corrects you, hips surging up uncontrollably into your wetness. âWant.â
âSo you want to breed me, huh? So you want to make all those dreams a reality?â Purring, and the man beneath you can only nod with his massive tear-filled eyes - just so pretty when he cried, hm? To stimulate him even further, youâre exerting your hips to outmatch his pace, ramminâ his bulbous cock into every crevice and geysering orifice that youâre able to realize existsââThen you know that you still havenât gotten my- ngh, permission for that, Choso, baby.â
Choso sputters out an exhale, âP-please, maâam?â Muffled through your own panties. Rubbinâ his roughened thumb against your clit even further to sweeten the dealââDo I have the permission to-â
âYes-â And whatever hopeful moan was about to leave him, youâre cutting him off. âBut only on one condition.â
âPlease- what is itâŠ?â He hisses, âPlease-â
âBut be warned, itâs a bit of a tough one-â
âIâll do anything.â
And this was exactly where you wanted him. Exactly. Youâre smiling down at the beautiful, utterly ruined boy beneath youâand pulling him in with a finger hooked underneath his pink collar - one that proudly had your name upon his pendant - to whisper into his flustered ears. âThenâŠbark like you want it.â
Chosoâs eyes widen just a fraction. His cock trembles dangerously deep inside of you, and his nostrils flare as he exhales a large breath. Right before-Â
âR-ruffâŠâ Before heâs muffling out the sweetest, most sultry fucking barks through the panties youâd gagged into his mouth- all because youâd asked. At the smell of your treacly cunt only growing even more aroused, Choso continuesââRuff- arfââ
Your grin grows, âOhoho? Louder.â
âRuff-â
âLouder.â
âRuffâwoof.â He was just embarrassing himself, and it only made him even harder. Cock blushinâ almost as much as his cheeks were by this point- âArf- arf, pleeeeese, maâam.â
âHmmm?â
Those dilated pupils of his cross, and Chosoâs spitting out the gag of those gauzy - soiled with his own cum - fabrics to plead through trembling lips.Â
âP-please let me breed you, mistress.â
And what else more could you say butââOf course, Cho.â
And in the next few sloppy thrusts, youâre feeling Choso empty out rope after loooooong heaving rope of cum inside you. Itâs sheer volumes that you never even thought possible, sheer wads that were webbinâ up your tight insides and taking over every single ounce of space inside you - each with those creamy, glued-up wads of his seed.Â
Warm and wet.
Wild.
Theyâre splashinâ around inside of you and lacquering a thiiiiick few layers upon the channel of your cuntâover and over and over again. Choso doesnât even need to try to make sure that every single spot is covered, because the sheer volume makes it impossible for a generous heap of his sap to puddle at your cervix, gettinâ hit by a torrential wave of his cockhead striking. Pumping deep inside.Â
Chosoâs twitchy balls press up against your ass, just the slightest bit of your pussylips, and youâre shivering as you feel the orgasm that runs through him.
Collar dangling.
âFuckâŠâ Choso seethes through clenched canines, one of his hands coming up to press down upon your core. That cute front of yours where if he pressed juuuuuuust right- he could feel the vibrations of his shaft emptying out at your sponge-covered womb, âFuck, mâgonna get at least one kid tonight , maâam.â
Soon enough, youâre crashing into your own high, too.
And it zaps through your body faster than the last one - clearly having been so overstimulated that this one overtakes you more quickly, this one makes you see stars behind your eyelids, this one makes you shiver nâ shake on top of him.
Being properly fucked through your rapidfire waves of dopamine as he leans you even closer into his arms. As he nuzzles the side of your neck. As he hums out sounds of satisfaction at every euphoric peak heâs probinâ his massive cockhead into.
As Choso leans down and bites the side of your scent glandsâyouâre feeling something pop!Â
And youâre experiencing a sudden rush of warmth like another orgasm- like a hundred thousand other orgasms. It all courses through your overstimulated body one by one, at the same time, increasing in both length and intensityâitâs breaking you down to your very coreâuntil you donât even realize that youâre gasping out Chosoâs name like a prayer.Â
And heâs worshipping yours in much the same fashion.Â
Basically ruining it with his lewd tone as he manages to slip that girthy knot of his inside - grinding nâ grinding the plumpness of his base until heâs fit-fit-fiiiiiiiiiitting in. Your cunt stretches like elastic around him, and itâs unbelievable to you that youâre able to fit so much of him inside like this.Â
You can feel him hot and throbbing deep inside you.
Preventing you from leaking even a single wad of his dewy white cum youâre milking.Â
âMy mateâŠâ Choso rasps out. Youâre collapsed on top of him by now, and he runs one open palm down the curvature of your spineâthen aaaaaall the way back up again to check on that freshly-made bonding mark on you - all bloodied and already healing through the special properties of a hybrid mateâs saliva - and then even further up to trace that collar of his. Lock broken. Your name always against his beating chest. Having you mewling at the sensation of his knot-
Currently, however, it was also your head against his beating chest.Â
Youâre gripping onto his muscular body even further- and it almost makes you chuckle to feel that way just that makes Chosoâs cock twitch inside of you. âNoâŠâ You state simply, âMy mate.â
âAnything you say, maâam.â
.
.
.
Thereafter, it hadnât been too long before Choso had roped you into a second round. Then a third. Then a fourthâwhere heâd been whimpering and shooting blanks, drool dripping down either side of his mouth as his cock slid into you in a thorough mating press.
And then a fifth. A sixth.
A seventh- honestly, after the seventh youâd stopped counting.Â
You didnât trust Choso to keep count, either - honestly, you donât think you wouldâve trusted Choso to remember his own name.Â
Not this night or any of the hot summer nights that came after.Â
By the time the heatâs simmered down, and your lungs donât feel clogged with the cloying sweetness of mingled pheromones, and youâre finally able to crack open your eyelids in this sultry sauna of a bedroomâyou can barely move.Â
Body heavy.
Limbs aching.
Even the tiniest of twitches sending soreness shooting through your vessels.
Youâre finding yourself tucked to Chosoâs side underneath the covers- hand thrown around his muscular side, your chin hooked into the curvature of his spine. Whoâd have thought that the big, bad hybrid wouldâve been a small spoon?Â
That collar of yours was still âround his neck and showed no signs of being taken off soon. And youâre remembering just then that through most of his rut, the two of you had gotten up to scarf down food and clean yourselves when necessary. Though towards the feverish end of it, honestly you couldnât remember anything other than wanting him to mark you with a bonding bite over and over and over again- so why were you notably wiped down and smelling of your favorite body wash?
Did ChosoâŠwash you down even through his rut?Â
You knew the pheromones always hit the strongest towards the beginning and the end of oneâs rut, did he really push through all that nâ tenderly tuck you in?
Youâre feeling such a rush of affection for your puppyboy, and, sleepily, you press a line of kisses down the column of his throat- marked as well. In the heat of the moment, youâd somehow managed to puncture Chosoâs scent glands with your own human canines.Â
He was yours, and you were his.Â
Choso hums groggily and snuggles even further backwards against you. Frankly, you think you could cuddle up against him and spend another day hereâanother week, another month.
Perhaps even the rest of your life.
But if only that incessant bzz-bzzing would stop.
With a pained groan, youâre managing to sit up and blink your eyes somewhere behind you - where the noise seemed to be pulsing from. Choso whines in disappointment and attempts to pull you back down with his warm hands- and oh, how it hurt you to deny those puppydog eyes.Â
âIâll be cuddling you soon, spoiled baby.â You tut down at him. Finally locating the source of the noise, youâre reaching your sore hand out and grabbing onto your glaring phone.
Its screen assaults you with light immediately.
And then with a phone call.
Dr. Ieri Shoko.
Wincing, youâre answering the call. âHello?â
âWoof- you sound rough.â Her cool tone wavers just the slightest in amusement, âRough week?â
And thereâs a slight pause on the other end of the line, âRight, butâŠyou do realize itâs been a week, right?âÂ
âWhat?â
âYes.â
âWhat?â
Almost immediately, youâre ripping your ear away from the phone and checking the date- fuck, Shoko hadnât been messing with you. It really was a week since that last time youâd called herâyou spent an entire week together in bed with him? And you hadnât even realized?
Jaw dropping as so many things hit you at once, âMy job-â
âHas already been notified.â And she sounded to be the exact opposite of you, collected and pausing for what you assumed to be sips of her morning coffee. âAfter our last call, I signed you up for the Hybrid Rut Registry- I do this for everyone that shelters, but didnât consider it for Choso. It lets your workplace and loved ones know if and when your hybrid is in rutâand for your relationship I entered it as youâd be needed for the duration of the rut.â
Your heart races at her (very correct) assumption.
âYouâre welcome.â She hums, âAlso double-check on that to make sure that everythingâs in order there- and also congratulations-â
Your bitten mark throbbed.
â-I expect to see you both at the clinic for a check-up today.â From your side, Choso wraps his muscular arms around you with a whine for you to come back. âBut thatâs not actually what I was calling you about- I was actually checking on your availability.â
âMy availability?â
âYes, for the program.â She replies simply.
âThe program? Th-the companionship program?â You breathe, âWait- I can help another hybrid?â
And she merely hums in satisfaction, âMhm, Iâve got another hybrid that needs your help.â And whatever Chosoâs honed senses let him hear or feelâheâs sitting up on the bed and pressing his face to the crook of your neck. âAnother dog hybrid- a year older than Choso, slightly smaller, golden retriever variety, same intelligent and mild demeanor.âÂ
âYes?â You breathe. Heart pounding already.Â
âHis name is Ino Takuma.â
A/N. WALK âEM LIKE A DOG, SIS, WALK âEM LIKE A DOOOOOOOOOG-
