pairing: snow leopard hybrid!gojo x bunny hybrid!femreader
the air was still—too still—and yet somehow simmering at the same time. a blackout had rolled across tokyo just as a thunderstorm began to loom, swallowing the city in heat and silence.
which left you with two options:
suffer through the suffocating humidity in silence, no a/c, no fans, and zero distractions…
or open the windows and risk letting the rain in.
work had sent you home early, and with the restaurant closed until the power returned, you were looking at at least two days of waiting it out. alone.
satoru, of course, had been adamant about escaping to a motel first thing the next morning, blackout be damned.
“bunny, i really don’t think being stranded in a dark, sweaty apartment is ideal—especially not for me,”
he’d said, grinning like he thought this was cute.
“c’monnn, don’t tell me you’re scared of the dark?”
you'd rolled your eyes and muttered something about how mopping up rainwater every thirty minutes wasn’t your idea of a chill night.
but he wouldn’t let it go.
he insisted it wasn’t safe to stick around. that his rut wasn’t going to be considerate enough to wait for the weather to pass.
“i don’t get it,” you’d huffed. “does this mean you’re always gonna leave when you’re in rut?”
then quieter, your eyes dropping to your fidgeting hands—
“do you not want to…?”
he’d laughed too quickly, like it was obvious.
“oh, little bunny, trust me—i want to fuck you.”
then he’d shrugged, tone going lazy in that annoying way it always did when he was trying to seem unbothered.
“not that i’m saying i wanna lay you down on a bed of roses and recite haikus or anything, but i also don’t think the first time should be while i’m literally holding back from fucking my entire lineage into you.”
you’d rolled your eyes again, trying—and failing—to ignore the heat that bloomed in your stomach.
but satoru just shrugged, all smug confidence and unreadable glances, like ‘you’ll see.’ like ‘good luck surviving that decision, babe.’
neither of you had brought it up again.
not the almosts. not the nearlys. not the fact that you'd been teetering on the edge of something real for weeks now.
since last night, you’d kept your distance. shared the occasional kiss—soft, chaste, like he was scared you’d shatter. and you hated it.
hated how even those gentle touches had you blushing like a middle schooler, legs weak from something as simple as his thumb brushing your cheek.
so now here you were, pacing the apartment and lining the windowsills with towels, sweating through your tank top and underwear, praying the storm wouldn’t hit as hard as the forecast promised.
half the windows were done and you were mid-cursing the broken fan again when your phone buzzed.
“okay,” he sighed, already sounding annoyed. “you win.”
“i’m coming back. just for the night.”
“i thought you said that was a terrible idea?”
“it is,” he groaned. “i’ve already changed clothes three times in the last hour and it’s not even full rut mode yet. but the power’s out everywhere, the motels are all booked, and honestly? i can’t stop thinking about you being alone in the dark with the windows wide open like you’re inviting every pervert in tokyo to come say hi.”
you rolled your eyes, but a weird little flutter kicked up in your chest.
“i’m serious,” he said, quieter now. “i know i should stay away. but i can’t focus. i can’t sleep. i just… i need to know you’re okay.”
your stomach flipped. you clenched the phone tighter against your ear.
“…just for the night?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.
“just for the night,” he promised.
then added, way too smug, “unless you start begging again.”
“your whore,” he shot back. “be there in ten.”
you hung up, heartbeat obnoxiously loud in your ears.
so much for waiting it out in peace.
trying to sleep was a joke. you were hot and sticky, your sheets clinging to you like a second skin. the breeze from the cracked window barely touched you, but it kept knocking your blinds against the sill like it was mocking you.
you groaned, flat on your back, staring into the dark ceiling. every inch of you buzzed.
probably not. he hadn’t even let you near him when he arrived, mumbling something about boundaries and trying to be responsible while looking like he was two seconds from chewing through drywall.
you threw off your blanket and padded barefoot to his door, knocking once, then wincing.
“i know you told me to stay in my room, but the rain won’t let me sleep, and if i close the windows, it’s too hot, and—ugh.”
satoru stood there, all six-foot-something of sweat-slick, grumpy snow leopard hybrid, white hair damp, blue eyes narrowed like he’d just been yanked out of a dream. a muscle ticked in his jaw.
“and how exactly do you think i’m supposed to help?”
you offered a sheepish smile.
“please? i promise i won’t do anything. it’s just—it’d be better if i had someone to cuddle.”
he dragged a hand down his face like he was holding himself back from screaming into the void.
“you really are testing me, you know that?”
he sighed and stepped aside.
“fine. but you keep your hands to yourself. no cuddling. i’m putting a pillow between us.”
“i’ll take what i can get.”
his room was cooler, the big tree outside the window blocking the worst of the storm’s breeze. the occasional crack of thunder rattled the glass, but otherwise, it was peaceful. you hadn’t really gotten a good look at his room before—last time, things had gotten a little… feral.
there was a queen bed, way too much space for two people pretending not to be in love.
satoru chucked a body pillow between you and flopped onto his side with a grunt. you climbed in beside him, suddenly way too aware of the last time you were here, of how different things had been.
you curled into the comforter, nose brushing the pillow. it smelled like him—sandalwood and citrus, and something sharper beneath. something him.
your body exhaled, like it finally felt safe.
and you couldn’t stop staring at him.
he was beautiful. stupidly beautiful.
from the other side of the pillow wall, satoru cracked one eye open and smirked.
“thought you came here to sleep, not stare at me like a creep.”
“i just haven’t really seen you up close like this.”
“you have, bun. very recently.”
“that was different,” you mumbled. “i wasn’t exactly focused on your face.”
he stretched, arm flopping above his head, smug grin pulling at his lips.
“yeah, guess there were more pressing matters.”
you giggled and kicked his leg under the covers, then burrowed deeper into the comforter.
“i’m going to sleep. try not to hump my leg in your sleep, perv.”
satoru looks deeply unamused.
“goodnight, bunny.”
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you wake slowly, barely conscious at first—just heavy limbs and hazy heat. but there’s weight on you. arms. strong ones. a thick arm banded tight around your waist, another draped lazily over your belly, fingers twitching against the hem of your sleep shirt. his leg's hooked between yours, locking you in place like a puzzle piece he refuses to let go of.
it’s so warm, too warm, but you don’t want to move. not yet.
your eyes flutter open, groggy and unfocused, and it takes a second to process what’s happening.
you glance down, blinking away sleep. yeah. definitely him. white hair messily flopped over your shoulder, face buried in the curve of your neck, and—
you feel it now. pressed right up against your lower back, hot and hard. his cock, thick and twitching beneath his sweats.
your breath hitches. “satoru,” you whisper, voice barely audible.
he doesn’t respond, not really—just breathes a little harder, the heat of it gusting across the nape of your neck. and then he pulls you in tighter. impossibly close. like his body’s trying to melt into yours.
your brain starts short-circuiting. you should wake him up. you should absolutely wake him up.
he’s not in rut... right?
your heart’s pounding now, but you stay still, caught between logic and the way it feels to be held like this. his chest is firm against your back. his scent—warm, woodsy, a little smoky from whatever cologne he wore yesterday—fills your lungs and scrambles your thoughts.
it feels weirdly intimate. soft, even. you like it.
...maybe you stay. just a little longer.
you shift slightly, trying to get more comfortable—and that’s when he freezes.
muscles tense. breath stalls. his cock twitches hard against your ass.
“guess that pillow didn’t work,” satoru mumbles, voice low and wrecked, muffled against your skin.
you breathe out a quiet, awkward laugh. “no. it didn’t.”
there’s a beat of silence. his breathing’s different now—heavier, ragged. you try to turn to look at him, but his arms are like iron. you push again, squirming a little, but he doesn’t budge.
and then you feel it—his cock, growing impossibly harder, pressed directly into you. your whole body tenses as your ears twitch involuntarily. your instincts are screaming something’s changed.
“maybe i should go,” you whisper, even though it comes out way too breathy to be convincing.
but you don’t get the chance to move.
in one fast, fluid motion, he flips you onto your back. the air leaves your lungs as he looms over you, eyes locking onto yours.
his cheeks are flushed—deep red blooming across his nose, up to the tips of his ears. but it’s his eyes that truly scare you: pupils blown, glassy, high off of something that isn’t sleep. it’s rut. you know it now. something feral is crawling behind his gaze.
“fuck,” he breathes, like he’s never seen anything so good in his life.
your hands go to his hair on instinct—scratching lightly behind his ears like you always do. you don’t even think about it. just trying to soothe.
not softly, either. a deep, guttural vibration from his chest that reverberates straight through your ribs. he leans into your touch like a cat in sunlight, eyes fluttering shut, nose nuzzling your palm. it’s... weirdly precious. like this dangerous, overpowered predator just turned into your oversized housecat.
he’s not in full rut, you think. he can still be gentle. you can still leave.
so you try. carefully. wiggling your leg out from under his. but your thigh brushes against his cock and—
sharper. dilated. animal.
his claws dig into your waist, just shy of drawing blood, and you feel a shudder roll through you.
“satoru,” you whisper, panic rising in your throat. “i should go.”
you push against his chest, but it’s like trying to move a boulder. your muscles barely flex before he growls—a low, threatening sound—and pounces.
suddenly he’s on top of you, legs pinning yours, hands slamming your wrists into the mattress. his mouth brushes the skin of your neck, and your breath stops.
his canines sink into the crook of your neck, sharp and possessive, and you cry out, your back arching. the pain is blinding, white-hot, but he licks over the wound almost tenderly—tongue rough like sandpaper as he soothes it.
“should’ve left,” he murmurs darkly. “too late now. you’re gonna let me fuck you.”
your brain short-circuits. your breath catches.
heat floods your belly like a dam breaking.
“that’s probably what you wanted, anyway,” he grins lazily, eyes hooded. “bet you planned this. snuck into my bed all soft and desperate... just waiting for me to break.”
but you don’t get to finish the sentence before he ruts his hips down hard.
you moan, shameless and loud, feeling the thick length of his cock drag against your soaked panties.
his grin spreads, predatory and all-consuming.
“see? can’t tell me this cute little bunny doesn’t want my cock stretching her open.”
you whimper, trapped somewhere between terror and arousal. this wasn’t supposed to happen. not like this. but your body doesn’t seem to care—your pussy’s already throbbing, clenching on nothing.
“satoru…” you plead, voice trembling. “i… i don’t know if i can—”
“you will,” he purrs, low and slow, licking over your neck again. “you’ll take every inch. every drop. because that’s what good little bunnies do, yeah? let themselves get bred by the strongest.”
his claws shred your clothes in one swipe. you gasp as cool air hits your skin, but his touch is already replacing it, dragging calloused fingers down your side like he’s memorizing you.
“all mine,” he whispers. “to fuck. to fill.”
the need to run fizzles and dies. your fear is still there—buzzing at the edge of your awareness—but it’s drowned by the way he looks at you. possessive. reverent. starving.
the size of him is fucking inhuman. long, thick, barbed along the ridge of the shaft, designed to lock in and stay there.
you’re squirming now, hips trying to rock up, but he pins you with a snarl.
“you move again,” he hisses, voice trembling with restraint, “and i’ll knot you and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
and you realize where this is going as his cock brushes against your lips.
the scent hits you first—sharp, musky, addictive. your mouth waters before you even process it.
he’s watching you like a god demanding worship.
he groans, deep and shaky, as his cock slides over your tongue. thick. heavy. veins pulsing against your lips. he doesn’t wait—his hips roll forward and you gag slightly, your throat resisting the sudden intrusion.
but you don’t stop. you can’t. you let him in deeper until your nose hits the fur at his pelvis, tongue flicking, jaw straining, spit pooling fast.
“fuck, that’s it,” he growls, claws tangling in your hair. “just like that. take it.”
he sets a pace that’s brutal from the start—thrusting into your mouth like he owns it. like he needs it. your vision blurs, tears spilling freely as your throat stretches to accommodate his size.
he’s moaning now, openly. filthy, broken sounds.
“look at you,” he pants. “fucking perfect. made to take me.”
his hand dips between your legs, fingers finding your clit and rubbing fast, messy circles. your hips jerk. you whine around his cock.
“get nice and wet for me,” he grins. “i’m gonna ruin this pussy next.”
his thrusts grow erratic. sloppier. you can feel it—he’s close. his cock throbs against your tongue, thick spurts of precum hitting the back of your throat.
with one final thrust, he slams into your mouth and groans long and deep, spilling hot down your throat. you swallow automatically, tears still tracking down your cheeks as you try to keep up.
he pants above you, cock twitching as he pulls out, dragging wetness down your chin.
he flips you onto your hands and knees, claws gripping your hips like handles. you’re soaked—pussy glistening, begging—and when he sinks in, it’s all instinct.
just thick cock stretching you open, forcing a scream from your throat.
“mine,” he growls. “this pussy belongs to me.”
you can only sob out a yes, voice broken by pleasure. he fucks you hard, hips snapping forward with punishing force. you’re dizzy, eyes rolling, brain gone static from how good it feels.
“take it,” he pants. “fucking take it.”
his hands find your ears. tug.
you yelp, body spasming as your cunt clenches hard around him. pain. pleasure. sensory overload.
“you like that, don’t you?” he sneers. “like being my little fuck toy.”
your body agrees before your brain can. you’re pushing back against him now, desperate, hungry for more.
“i’ll breed you,” he growls. “make you mine. make this body only ever fit me.”
“yes,” you cry, frantic now. “please, satoru, please!”
your walls clench uncontrollably around him, pulsing in time with his brutal thrusts. your breath hitches, high and frantic, as his pace speeds up—merciless, primal, like he’s desperate to mark you with everything he has. his lips press against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just hard enough to leave a sharp sting.
“mine,” he snarls, teeth bared in a feral grin, voice trembling with raw need. “all mine, bunny. you’re my fucking prey.”
your ears twitch, twitching from the tug on your fur, sharp claws grabbing your bunny ears and pulling hard, making you yelp. the pain is fierce, electric, and somehow it only makes the pleasure spike higher, fracturing your brain with every cruel tug.
the overstimulation hits like a tidal wave—your vision blurs, your muscles spasm uncontrollably, and you scream out, loud and desperate, your body trembling beneath him. his hips slam into you again and again, dragging you over the edge and back with ruthless precision.
he leans in, spitting into your open mouth before kissing you like he wants to crawl inside your lungs. and then he’s slamming in harder, deeper, until your thighs shake.
“i’m cumming—fuck, i’m gonna fill you—”
you feel him twitch inside you, his release building, the knot growing and locking you together like a shackle you never want to escape. his growls turn into ragged roars as he spills into you, filling you up completely, marking you with every drop.
even as his body shudders in release, he doesn’t pull out. instead, he collapses over you, heavy and possessive, claws still digging into your skin as his heated breath ghosts over your ear.
his voice drops to a low, dangerous rumble. “you’re mine, bunny. every inch of you belongs to me now.”
his hands move slower now, tracing possessive patterns over your skin, claws dragging gently but firmly along your sides, over your hips, reminding you with every touch that you’re his. his scent wraps around you like a living thing, thick and intoxicating, marking you as his.
he nuzzles your neck, teeth grazing softly, licking the sting he just gave you. his tail flicks around your waist, tightening possessively. you shiver, caught between pain and warmth, his wildness still thrumming through his every touch.
“good girl,” he murmurs, voice rough but softening just enough to make your heart pound. “you took it all like a fucking champ.”
but you’re not listening, not really. your head’s spinning. you’re full—too full—but it’s not enough. not even close. his knot swells inside you, locking in place with a wet, squelching pop, and the stretch is unbearable—delicious—perfect.
and something inside you shifts.
your instincts scream at you to move, to breed. and suddenly, you’re clawing at the sheets, hips grinding back against his cock like your body’s acting on its own.
“f-fuck,” you choke. “it’s not— i need more, i need— satoru, i need it deeper, need—”
he groans, pressed against your back, struggling to catch his breath. “you’ve got my knot, baby—‘s all the way inside. you’re locked.”
“then move,” you snarl—voice wrecked and needy. “i can take it, i want it—want you to break me—”
you twist beneath him, ears twitching, hips jerking against his like you’re trying to drag his cock even deeper. the movement sends a jolt through both of you—your pussy clenches, his knot throbs, and a feral snarl bursts from his throat.
“fuck,” he gasps, voice wrecked. “you’re—shit—”
you slam your hips back again and again, frantic, bouncing against the stretch. his cum leaks from your cunt around the base of his cock, soaking both your thighs, but your pussy just clenches harder.
hard enough to draw blood.
his roar rattles the walls.
satoru—who’s been in control this whole time, all teeth and rut and possessive growls—loses it. you finally overwhelm him. his body jerks. his claws tear into the mattress. his knot pulses again and again as your cunt milks him, sucks him dry.
“holy fuck— you’re gonna kill me,” he pants, voice breaking, “—fuckin’— you’re milking me—!”
“i want it,” you sob, nails dragging down his back. “give me everything— fill me, fuck me— satoru please, i can’t— i can’t stop—!”
his hips stutter, locked against you, but your grinding won’t stop. your biological instincts have hijacked your body—you’re desperate, soaked, sobbing—clawing for stimulation, for completion.
“i can feel it,” you gasp. “feel it breeding me—”
his cock jerks violently, and suddenly he’s cumming again. no warning, no buildup—just another hot, overwhelming flood. you swear you can feel it in your womb, sticky and endless, and you cry out as your orgasm crashes through you again, harder than the last.
your ears twitch violently. your whole body seizes.
your strength is nothing compared to his, but he’s too wrecked, too overstimulated, and you scramble on top like an animal. knot still buried. pussy fluttering. sweat-slick and trembling and possessed.
“satoru,” you pant, straddling his hips, hands on his chest. “don’t stop. don’t you fucking dare.”
his eyes are glassy, pupils blown, mouth slack.
but he still growls. “greedy little bunny—”
you slam your hips down, grinding your cunt against the knot lodged inside you.
“you wanna breed me?” you whisper, voice shaking. “then breed me. fuck me until you can’t breathe. fill me ‘til i’m pregnant with your kits.”
he surges up, grabs your throat, and kisses you like he’s dying.
and that’s how it continues for about a week.
you’re not technically in heat —not really—but something in your body doesn’t care. some dumb, bunny instinct still has you grinding against him in your sleep, nuzzling at his neck until his rut takes over again and he’s flipping you onto your stomach and stuffing you full all over again.
you swear you’ve forgotten what it feels like to not be bred.
your pussy's raw. sore. at some point you physically can’t take it anymore, so you shift to blowing him on your hands and knees —lips puffy, throat ruined, ears twitching as you moan around the thick weight of him because you're still needy and he’s still in rut.
satoru, for his part, is equally feral—grabbing at your ears, bucking into your mouth with glassy eyes and cum-drunk groans.
by day five, you’ve both stopped pretending to be normal.
you finally come back to yourselves.
you’re curled in his bed, limbs tangled, skin flushed and sticky with the fading scent of rut and everything in between.
your ears twitch as you blink up at him, chin resting on his chest. he’s warm under your cheek, heartbeat slow, lazy fingers tracing idle shapes on your thigh.
satoru groans softly, voice rough with sleep and exhaustion. “i think i almost died.”
you snort. “you almost killed me.”
“yeah, well,” he mutters, tilting his head to nose at your temple, “it’s your fault for sneaking into my bed smelling like a walking wet dream. bunny pheromones are, like, a war crime.”
“cry about it,” you mumble.
“already did,” he yawns dramatically. “i’ve been crying cum. for days. i’ve never been this dehydrated in my life. my balls are hollow.”
you giggle, face burying into his chest as you shake with laughter. “shut up, you were loving it.”
“i was,” he agrees proudly. “still am. 10/10, would breed again.”
you swat at his stomach, and he catches your wrist lazily, kissing your knuckles. then, more seriously, “...you okay?”
“yeah,” you say quietly. “i’m good.”
you both fall into silence again, the kind that’s comfortable and full of unspoken things. his arms pull you closer, protective and warm, and you nuzzle against his chest with a sleepy sigh.
“...worth it,” you whisper.
you lift your head, ears drooping as your eyes meet his. “letting you almost maul me. worth it.”
his grin is slow. sharp. smug.
“i told you,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead like he didn’t just wreck you for a solid week. “strongest dick alive.”
“you’re so annoying,” you mutter—but you’re smiling.
because he’s still here. holding you. whole again.
