(18+) your relationship with toji fushiguro was ruining his life
and yours.
you let him eat you out one (1) time and the man's obsessed. like hands gripping your thighs open while you came all over his tongue, obsessed.
it was obscene, really.
your ex, shiu, had introduced you two less than two weeks ago, and in that time, toji had already begged you to have his kids.
and also swore that he'd never get with someone like you.
someone with a mouth and an attitude that never seemed to go away.
at first, you didn't care. he was just an uptight bitch, just like his best friend, who didn't like actually being told about himself.
then he twirled his fingers in your hair to bother you –
yanked softly,
laughed and walked the other way.
oh and flung you over his shoulder when you kept arguing with him about god knows what.
and he snatched your phone just to see you searching for him on instagram and to your surprise, gave you his number.
you see how we get in this predicament?
because now, after only two hours of holding your composure, you'd called that man.
he's in your bed –
it's been only twenty minutes
and you've came three times
but who's counting.
"hah– gimme one more.." he grumbled.
his hands began working their way up your torso before his fingers found your nipples, pinching lightly. your body jolted, thighs stuttering upward, chasing the pressure of his tongue on your clit.
it's evil how someone you said you'd give no attention to has you pulling his hair like you may die if he stops.
the filthiest sound fell from your mouth as he pulled back to suck his fingers before plunging them inside you.
"ngh... wait, shit–," you whimpered, head hitting the pillows.
"think i'm gonna cum..."
"mm, right.." he hummed, kissing your swollen folds while you buckled just for another touch.
"fuckin' needy.. y'know that?"
his fingers stilled to where they were inside you and your hips jerked instinctively, fucking yourself on his hand. a smile formed on his lips as he looked up at you from between your thighs. his pupils were blown, like he'd never seen anything better.
barely anything good comes from replying to some corny ass story post of someone's forearms – this is the only positive outcome.
you're actually so annoying for posting that
then why'd you reply?
you rolled your eyes before opening up your call log. he answered after the first ring.
"you never answered my question," he replied, dryly.
"nothing major, you just needed to know," you added.
"then unfollow me."
something tightened in your chest. not anger, no. just that split moment where your mouth opens, then closes –
because whatever comes out of your mouth next
was going to change several things you thought you knew about yourself.
and him.
"you go first," you spat, voice rising.
he hummed, turning the thought over in his head. your chest rose and fell fervently before the words spilled.
"say that shit to my face."
"fine," he added. "send your location."
you hung up,
and sent that shit faster than common sense.
so you really shouldn't be surprised at the outcome.
and your self-respect is screaming that you should be, but between the way he'd flipped you on your stomach and dragged you back, flush against his lips – it felt good to lose some of that.
"can't believe he let you go," he scoffed, pulling back to suck your juices off his fingers.
"i wasn't his to keep."
"never said you were."
he stood up, fingers working the strings on his sweats.
"besides, i can tell."
𓎥 Pairings [SEPARATE] respectively: Doberman hybrid! Sukuna x Reader x Bunny hybrid! Choso, Husky hybrid! Gojo x Maine Coon hybrid! Geto x Reader, Rottweiler hybrid! Toji x Reader
𓎥 Synopsis: As one of the Easter bunny’s newest deliverers, you spend the night before Easter officially arrives dedicated to delivering goodies so that you can prove yourself as one of the best in the field.
It’s what you’ve trained for after all!
However, you juuust so happen to face a problem along the way and the problem starts when your heat cycle creeps up on you.
Now, you’ve got no way of going unnoticed by the hybrids at the houses that you’re to visit and maybe that’s okay, because they aren’t at all interested in the candy in the baskets that you carry with you but instead, the sweetness that resides between your thighs.
𓎥 Word count: 13.1k (bullsheet)
𓎥 Content warnings: 18+ MDNI ⋆ hybrid AU ⋆ FEM! Bunny hybrid! Reader ⋆ multiple jjk men x reader ⋆ polyamory ⋆ MMF dynamics (Satosugu) ⋆ implied M4M romance (Satosugu) ⋆ slight voyeurism ⋆ slight exhibitionism ⋆ (sorry if nothing makes sense) ⋆ swearing/mature language ⋆ lots of praise ⋆ a little bit of degradation ⋆ SMUT ⋆ porn with a little plot ⋆ overstim ⋆ multiple creampies ⋆ multiple orgasms (reader) ⋆ back-to-back sexual encounters ⋆ oral (f! and m! receiving) ⋆ mating press/full nelson positions ⋆ doggy style position ⋆ knotting ⋆ Sukuna is described as having natural BLACK hair with a scar over his right eye ⋆ panty snatching ⋆ slight dumbification ⋆ cowgirl/riding ⋆ size differences ⋆ a little bit of manhandling ⋆ a little bit of possessive tendencies ⋆ cum eating ⋆ using cum as lube ⋆ slight nipple play ⋆ biting ⋆ unprotected p in v sex ⋆ breeding ⋆ squirting ⋆ mentions of urination (no actual urine involved, Toji is just trying to stake his claim) ⋆ dry orgasm(s) ⋆ Shiu cameo when reader reaches Toji’s house (at the end) ⋆ established Satosugu ⋆ implied established Tojishiu ⋆
☆ Author's note: HAPPY EASTER Y'ALL! This idea came from the movie 'Hop'. I rewatched it to get into the Easter spirit so here we are. It's a little unserious, a little rushed, but I hope you lovelies enjoy! MWAH! 💜
Easter Island — 08:00 PM
“Now, as the selected few of you that have been trained and specifically handpicked to have all of the Easter bunny’s treats delivered to the various houses all over this side of the world,” the commander’s steps come to an abrupt halt as she turns to face everyone who stands alert in the very organized crowd below the platform that she stands on.
She rakes her fingers through her dark tresses of hair, past the white floppy ears that protrude from her head, before twirling a strand around her index finger.
You can’t believe that you’re standing in front of the Utahime Iori.
She’s a legend in the eyes of the bunny hybrids who have gone out to make deliveries for the Easter bunny. Many say that the scar that runs along her right cheek is a trophy that showcases her dexterity out in the field.
The machines whirr in the background where the rest of those working in the factory continue to prepare the goodies that you, along with those who stand alongside you, are to deliver. You’re able to block out the noise.
Part of it is because you’ve heard the noise all your life, the other part of it is because you’re far too excited about this briefing to even bother with the noise.
“Our hybrid species is scarce in the modern world because here,” She gestures to everything around you. “Is where we reside.”
Utahime cocks her head, tilting it as her eyes venture over those who stand in the front row.
“Staying out of human sight is crucial.”
You know that. It’s the first thing they teach you when you’re old enough to retain information.
“As bunny hybrids, we all have to watch ourselves out there—making deliveries for the Easter bunny is not easy.” Utahime gestures to the scar on her face. “There are a lot of dangers out there and those dangers can and will leave you bruised or scarred if you’re not careful.”
She settles her arms behind her back.
“Humans have domesticated many other hybrids, allowed them into their homes with open arms, which isn’t necessarily a problem.”
You blink, sucking in a breath. Hearing these words personally, for the first time, has your heart hammering in your chest and that has your brain buzzing with excitement.
This is your first time, after immense training, waiting on orders to make your first handful of deliveries. You’re eager to prove yourself, eager to prove that you’re able to put in the work.
After all the excruciating nights that you’ve spent with sore muscles, after all the groggy mornings that you’ve spent feeling like you hadn’t slept enough the night before, you’re finally going to put yourself up for the test.
The biggest one yet.
“But in the case of us delivering Easter treats, it might be.”
A couple of your comrades break out into low murmurs as they whisper amongst themselves. It’s a daunting task—nobody knows what to expect when making deliveries—and having to deal with other hybrids throws an obstacle in everyone’s way.
“Do not fret,” Utahime’s voice snaps everyone out of their panicked whispers. “You’ve all endured intense training that renders you all more than qualified to handle yourselves.”
Her ears twitch. Not because she’s unsettled or nervous, but because she can’t help it.
“You’ll all receive reports—each carefully assigned based on your strengths and weaknesses that have been observed—on your allocated residential addresses before leaving the island.”
That’s a relief.
“In each report, you will find your allocated neighbourhood, the address, the number of humans and the number of hybrids in each household.” Utahime turns, taking slow, deliberate steps to the right before turning to do the same on the left. “We always take your safety into consideration, so much so, that every year, we send scouts out into the field for observation before Easter arrives just so that you’ll be well on guard.”
She paces back and forth with steps that are calculated, volitional. It’s clear that she’s used to this, briefing the bunny hybrids who work here.
You’ve observed from the distance before. When you’d been younger.
“You will all be split into teams of three. One rookie with two more experienced hybrids—for safety purposes. You are to agree on a meetup spot for when you have all made your deliveries and from there, you will return here. Is that clear?”
“Yes, ma’am!” Everyone responds in unison and her features soften and a broad, gentle smile pulls at her lips.
She says something. You don’t quite hear because it’s finally happening. You’re finally going to see the world beyond the island. It’s part of why you decided against working in the factory.
Had you picked that, you’d never get to leave.
“I’ll see you all when you get back.” Utahime’s voice leaves no room for discussion. It’s like she’s stating that everyone will return, no questions asked.
“From there, ranks will be awarded to our newest members and that’ll determine whether they receive more advanced assignments next year.”
You feel determination burn bright in your chest. You will be one of those new members rising in the ranks.
You just know it.
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08:15 PM
Light chatter sounds in the background, settling into a low hum while the various teams talk amongst themselves. There are many, many hybrids here, each one prepared to take on the task, the mission to help spread the Easter spirit.
You adjust your holster nestled over the waistband of your shorts—already packed and stuffed with equipment that will be aiding you while you’re out in the field. That simply translates to the modern world where humans have learned to coexist with various other hybrids.
None of the equipment is new to you. You’ve been faced with them during training in preparation. You’ve learned how to use them, from tranquilizers to sleep spray and even cable ties and various other things.
You’ve learned how to use what’s provided for you too. A lesson that you’ve learnt is that it’s always safer to use whatever is left lying around a human’s home. It makes things seem less off-putting when they wake the next morning.
When you finally secure your holster, you feel your excitement bubble in the pit of your stomach. You’re far too eager to finally leave Easter Island and see what the modern world is like.
You bounce back and forth, from the tips of your toes to the heels of your boots all while Shoko and Yuki load the pod already stacked with everything that the three of you are to deliver.
It'd be getting the three of you off the island and to the meetup point that the three of you agreed upon when you reviewed the details of the reports each of you received.
You’d been allocated a single avenue, not a neighbourhood, a street that you’re to stop by for the night. Shoko and Yuki had been allocated one and then two neighbourhoods respectively.
Yuki is the most experienced one between the three of you.
Your little street had dampened your spirits, but both Yuki and Shoko had reminded you that all rookies start out small and easy.
They rekindled that spark of excitement in no time.
Learning how to move fast and inconspicuously amongst a world where humans reside comes with time and practice and although you’ve endured immense training, you’ve yet to put your skills to the test.
“Now remember, ladies, we’ll be meeting up at around midnight.”
Yuki glances at you and you offer her a smile. She taps your forehead, touch gentle and your ears jerk, tail nearly vibrating right off you.
She’s one of the many hybrids here that you look up to.
“Good luck out there, yeah?”
You nod, cheeks feeling the slightest bit heated but you’re quick to compose yourself.
“Guess we’ll be off then,” Shoko hums, adjusting her own holster. “Don’t forget about the communication option on your watch.”
You glance down at your wrist, eyeing the watch that had been carefully put together, crafted, using the technology here.
“That’s how we’ll keep in contact. Just in case.”
“There’s a map option too.” Yuki adds, securing the strap of her watch on her wrist. She does it with ease.
“So make sure nothing happens to it, m’kay? Wouldn’t want you getting lost on your way back to the pod or anything.”
You chuckle at that.
“I promise that I won’t get lost.”
Yuki offers you a toothy grin, and her smile only provokes one from you.
“Then let’s get going. These baskets aren’t going to deliver themselves.”
Then, the three of you are off and you can’t focus on anything other than the excitement that simmers in your gut while the pod prepares to take off.
It's your first time leaving the island, it’s your first time going out to experience what it’s like out in the field and you’re adamant on the fact that this will be one night to remember.
Nothing can go wrong. You’re sure of that.
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Park Avenue — 08:36 PM
You reach your destination a lot sooner than you’d anticipated. It has relief blooming in your chest. Early means that you’d get everything done a whole lot sooner. That would also mean that you’d rise in the ranks.
Just like you’d planned.
You give yourself an invisible pat on the shoulder for that.
You’d managed to find a safe space for the baskets with Easter goodies in a gated park situated right in the middle of the neighbourhood that you’ll be stuck in for all of the evening.
Well, for all of the time that it takes you to deliver the Easter baskets that you’ve got.
The neighbourhood is rather huge, divided into avenues and streets with footpaths and beautiful scenery.
Everything in the park is dark and perfect and easily accessible too. You doubt that anyone would come by granted the hour, but you still take extra precautions to ensure that nobody is able to find your cargo.
Just in case.
Yuki had been the one to help you find the park before she’d gone off to fulfil her duties farther north, but you’re still happy that you’re here. Shoko is all the way in the south and you’re pretty sure that there are other hybrids from various different teams around too.
Somewhere in surrounding avenues and neighbourhoods. Obviously.
You ensure that you’ve got everything that you need before grabbing one basket of goodies and pulling out your report.
There is a total of twenty eight houses in your allocated street. Upon further inspection, you’re able to deduce that the people here don’t seem very fond of hybrids. Only three homes on your list have hybrids that occupy the residence.
You glance up with knitted brows, eyes tracking the houses that you can see from where you’re standing. They seem well maintained, well looked after and grand.
Fancy, you think.
Perhaps that’s why not even half of these homes have registered hybrids. You’ll stop by those houses first.
You insert the addresses for each and every single house that are hybrid free. It’s not because you’ll get lost, it’d be incredibly difficult to, but because it’s more efficient. You’d be able to deliver and come back for a basket without having to check the report every single time.
You grab your first two baskets. They’re small enough for you to carry and carrying two at once saves you so much time.
You quickly make your way to an unkempt shrub in the distance in the very front of the park, darting behind it as to not blow your cover. You glance left and then right, keeping a look out for any humans or any other possible wandering hybrids.
The whole point of this operation is to remain inconspicuous, to use stealth and your heightened senses to the best of your ability.
When all you manage to catch under the warm glow of the streetlamps are parked cars and houses that suggest everyone inside are either asleep or not home, you relax.
You have twenty five houses that are not occupied by hybrids to deal with.
That sounds more than easy enough for you to handle.
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10:01 PM
You find yourself back in the park a little bit over an hour once you’ve finished making your deliveries at the first twenty five houses.
You’d managed to get inside the homes without a hitch. You’d gone undetected, moved stealthily and you did it all much faster than you’d ever done in training before.
You give credit to your dexterous lock picking abilities. It’s granted you quick access into each home where you simply left a basket on a spot that suited the space around. On a spot that seemed appropriate to you. Some baskets were left in kitchens, some in living rooms and even in entertainment areas.
As premeditated, there hadn’t been many obstacles either, save for the one house that you’d visited where a human had been up watching television. There wasn’t much need for sleep spray or tranquilizers, but you’d opted for the sleep spray.
The last thing that you wanted was for the human to notice the basket before going to bed. It’d raise suspicion. More so than discovering the basket when they wake up.
Though, you’d started feeling a lot warmer towards the last couple of houses that you stopped by. At first, you’d thought that maybe you’d been moving too fast, too much, until a familiar heat coiled low. It didn’t linger, just served as a tiny, little announcement.
Your heat is creeping up on you so, so very slow.
You’d cursed yourself for forgetting to take the proper measures before leaving Easter Island, but you’re pretty sure that you packed something for yourself.
Suppressants, medication that’d help delay your cycle and mask your scent. The latter is rather important considering that you’ll be stopping by houses with hybrids. The last thing you want is for your pheromones to scream at them before you even have the chance to do anything else.
You’re currently searching your holster, feeling for the familiar capsule that you’re pretty sure that you packed in. You had to have packed it.
Shit.
You don’t feel it.
Fuck.
Panic sets in while you begin to pull out everything that rests in your holster, from the spare tranquilizers to the sleep spray to cable ties and anything that’d help you in emergencies. You still don’t find it.
You freeze when the realisation dawns on you.
Shit fuck.
You’d completely forgotten to pack your medication because you’d been blinded by your excitement and optimism for this task. You’d known that your heat was due to arrive any day now and you’d always kept your medication on hand.
Even around the factory and training grounds on the island.
As it seems, you’d gotten ahead of yourself and forgot about them this time around. When you actually need them.
You pace back and forth. The task has just increased in its difficulty level, and you have three options.
The first one is to call either Yuki or Shoko and ask them if they’ve got anything on hand. Though, you don’t think that it’s wise to ask them to come all the way back for you. There is quite a distance between all of you.
The second option is to be extremely fast as when making your deliveries and simply resort to using your tranquilizer darts. That seems doable, but you’d still be compromised.
And the third option is to run back to the pod to check for supplies there. That however, won’t work because it’d be time consuming. The pod is the one thing that needed to be hidden. Thoroughly. So it’s quite far from where you are.
With a huff, you pinch the bridge of your nose. It looks like you’ll have to go with option two. Simply be fast, be vigilant and finish up while you’ve still got time to spare because you have a time limit.
You check your watch.
10:09 PM.
You really do not have time to be making multiple trips. You’ve got two hours left to deliver the last three baskets and still return to the pod.
Right. You can do this. As long as there aren’t any hybrids in rut, you should be fine. For the most part. Otherwise, you’d still be able to keep a clear mind.
You think.
You fish out your report from your back pocket and read through the details of your first residence with a hybrid.
Address: 3 Park Avenue
Human headcount: 2
Hybrid headcount: 1
Sex: male
Breed(s) identified: Doberman
Comments: Upon observation, it was found that the hybrid is extremely reactive and has a history of being used in illegal street fights by a group of gangsters that have been incarcerated.
Hybrid was rescued, but still has violent tendencies and doesn’t take a liking to other hybrids (namely that of other canine hybrid breeds)
He does not react well to intruders and is extremely protective of his space.
Risk level: Drastically high — proceed with extreme and utmost caution.
# Three tranquilizer darts can be found in the smallest pocket of holster. Use them along with your tranquilizer gun as you see fit.
Estimated delivery time if not spotted: 5 minutes
You exhale a shaky breath. This is your first house where a hybrid resides, and the risks are already so high.
You shake your head. You can do this—you’re positive that you can. They allocated every residence according to strengths and weaknesses. That means that you’re more than well equipped to do this.
All you have to do is remain vigilant and out of sight.
You begin your move then, grabbing your tranquilizer darts from the ground and tucking them back into your holster pocket. You don’t think that you’ll be needing anything else, so you can leave your items where they are for now.
You’ll come back to see to them later.
You grab two of the three baskets. You decide that you’ll come back for the last one later too.
Number three. Number three.
Your eyes light up when you find the house and you set one basket down across the street, still stalking the familiar path of the road.
Your ears twitch, senses fixating on anything that might compromise you. Even though you’d been around this section already, you check for incoming cars, check for any possible passers-by and when you don’t hear or see any active movement, you make your move.
The house is huge, pretty and with a garden that seems to glow with life. Everything seems very well taken care of. The house, the entire street doesn’t really give off the vibe that dangerous hybrids live here.
You’re on the lawn within seconds and the front door creaks in the distance. Your immediate instinct should be to hide, to grab your tranquilizer gun, but nobody is there, you don’t hear anything.
The door seems to have been long since left wide open. You just hadn’t noticed. That does make your job a lot easier. Now you don’t have to try and sneak into a house with a dangerous hybrid inside.
Slowly, you make your way inside, eyes darting to and fro. Everything is dark, but enough light pools in from the streetlights for you to see clearly. Your ears twitch. You don’t hear anything near the foyer, so you step in further, steps slow and calculated.
Hearing is your strongest sense, so when you do detect the first little noise, it’s not because you see it.
You hear it first.
Soft whimpers that reverberate through the space. The house is quiet otherwise and as much as you know that you shouldn’t be treading farther in, you can’t help but feel drawn to the pheromones that dance in the air.
It's hot and heavy. Alluring.
Another whimper slips into the air, and you freeze.
Your eyes dart to where you’d heard it from and you spot something, a little bit of movement near the back of the sofa. From the angle that you’re standing at, you see the long, large curve of an ear.
Weird.
You suck in a breath, eyes darting back in search of the hybrid that actually lives here. You don’t see him, you don’t even hear him and that scares you.
Slowly, you drop your basket and your hand dips into your holster, fingers wrapping around a tranquilizer dart and you grab the tranquilizer gun.
If it’s an intruder, you suppose that you’ll take measures into your own hands. You’re skilled enough to do so.
You round the sofa, aiming the gun at the body you’d noted but to your surprise, you meet the gaze of one of your comrades. A friend.
“Choso? What are you–”
He’s not supposed to be here.
He makes a little squeaking noise. He hadn’t noticed you.
Your eyes snap south to where he’s got the base of his cock gripped firmly in one hand while the other adds pressure to his cockhead and your cheeks burn.
You begin to feel so, so hot and it’s then that you realise that you’re in trouble. Big, big trouble. You feel the way your body aches, the way need begins to consume you slowly but surely.
Choso seems too far gone, like he can’t bother with trying to make himself decent. He says your name when he finally registers who you are and his cheeks flush, a pretty pink shade dusting his face.
He’s in rut. You smell it on him.
This is bad.
“S-sorry… hah… I kinda just… mmph.”
He doesn’t stop touching himself, doesn’t stop massaging the base of his raging erection, doesn’t stop spreading the syrupy pre all along his weeping cockhead. You’d long since lowered the tranquilizer gun, thighs clenching when Choso’s pheromones tease you, coaxes your need from you.
“I forgot my aah… my medication and I’m–”
Not supposed to be here. Choso knows that. He’d been careless too, left behind the one thing that would help get him through the evening and when instinct began to cloud his mind, he ended up taking a detour.
He ended up in the home of a stranger just to get himself off.
You don’t move. You find it hard to look away and a thick coat of slick begins to dampen your underwear. Choso notices, notices your needy pheromones.
“You’re in ugh…”
He pinches the tip of his tumefied cock. It’s shameless, the act. He does it while looking at you, at the way your heavy breaths leave your parted lips.
“You’re in heat.”
It’s an obvious fact.
Choso swallows and his Adam’s apple bobs as his eyes flicker to where you’re clenching your thighs. He imagines that you’re wet, needy. He shouldn’t imagine it, but he can’t help it.
“No, no. I’m fine.”
You’re not fine.
Choso watches you with lidded eyes. This is partially his fault, he thinks, so he takes it upon himself to offer his assistance.
“I can help.”
Your gazes meet and you shift your weight to each of your legs and the throbbing between your thighs doesn’t dull, it doesn’t stop. In fact, hearing that Choso is so willing to help you has slick pooling from your needy cunt.
You swallow, eyeing the rest of the house.
Choso notices.
“I used one of my tranquilizer darts on the hybrid already… he should um… be out for a while.”
Your gaze snaps to Choso again and you make up your mind. Surely it’d be alright if you indulge, right?
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Your hips come down desperately while you hold onto Choso for dear life. He whimpers, utterly powerless against your ministrations, powerless against your fervour while you work hard to soothe that needy itch deep inside.
“Ch-Choso… oh!”
His cock stretches you wide, veins dragging along your velvety crevices while your greedy, greedy orifice drools all over Choso’s pubes that decorate the base of his shaft.
Your movements are frantic, hips rocking as Choso’s cock ignites sensations that tickle you from the inside.
It feels so, so good. You feel the urge to stay right here all night.
Choso gasps from under you, head tossing back against the flat surface of the back of the couch. He hadn’t moved from where you’d found him, stayed nestled right where he’d always been.
He whimpers your name when you clamp down on him, teasing him with how drenched, how tight you are.
You cry out. A little too loud and Choso shakes his head, rutting his hips up to meet your downward thrusts.
“You have to—mmn—be quiet… or else you’ll-you’ll wake him.”
Deliriously, “Wake—who?”
Choso swallows hard, eyes fixated on where your pussy gobbles his cock and it jerks. You had cum about twice already and Choso stuffed you with one thick load of his need. His release still seeps from where you’re connected, and he urges it back into you with push of his thumb.
“Sukuna… hah… the hybrid.”
Right. You forgot that there’s a hybrid that lives here. You’d gotten so carried away with Choso that it didn’t dawn on you. You wonder how he knows his name.
You don’t ask, not when Choso’s swollen cockhead smacks your g-spot. You wail, trying your very best to keep the noise down but your efforts are futile. He smells so good and it has more of your honeyed slick oozing from you.
So sweet and so slow.
Choso’s hips don’t relent despite his warning. He rests his hands on your hips and thrusts up hard, reaching so scrumptiously deep and you gasp, a heavy, heavy exhale escaping you.
“You’re in so deep… I can’t—oh god—I’m gonna cum–”
“Oh please… pleasepleaseplease… cum and I’ll give you another load of mine.”
You do. You reach a state of bliss that has you rocking your hips, grinding your sweet, sweet pussy on Choso’s cock while pleasure bites at you from the inside out.
Choso follows suit and within seconds he’s filling you with another load of his sticky cum, whining while you fuck down on him, riding out your high.
When the pleasure ebbs, you catch your breath along with Choso, ragged breaths hot and heavy.
Your eyes, glossed over with unshed tears, snap up when you see a figure emerge from the darkness. The movement is so quick you think that it’s merely a figment of your hazy brain, but it moves again.
Your heart skips a beat when a low growl reverberates, low and dangerous.
“Choso…?”
He acknowledges you with a hum.
You gauge that the figure is Sukuna as Choso had revealed and he’s tall, shoulders rising and falling rhythmically as an intense vermillion gaze, framed with dark strands of hair fixates on you. You manage to see a scar, one that cuts right over his right eye.
Evidence of his time where humans had taken advantage of his strength and used him for entertainment. You remember the report.
Nothing is said for the longest time, he just stands there, filling the silence and the space around him with thick muscle and a looming figure.
“I don’t um… think that the tranquilizers worked.”
“What the fuck are you two doing?”
Oh, his voice sounds the way that he looks. Dangerous.
You eye your tranquilizer gun that you’d left in the distance. He follows your gaze, moves towards the gun and renders the weapon useless when he snaps the thing.
Literally snaps the weapon in half without a twitch of struggle.
You move to grab your pants, perhaps even your underwear so that you can hide yourself but still stuck in that heated daze of yours, you miscalculate your step and you trip.
You land on top of Choso and he whines when you graze against his sensitive cock.
Your gaze snaps back to Sukuna.
Sukuna glances between you and Choso and you gulp. His eyes tell you that you’re in trouble, the way he approaches you tells you that you’re in trouble, but you can’t bring yourself to care.
He pulls you toward him, nose burying right where your scent is the strongest.
Oh.
He sees what you’ve been up to. His nose grazes your pulse point and before long, you feel teeth.
You freeze.
Sukuna smirks against your neck. He enjoys that you’re realising that you’re in a lot of danger. But you smell far too sweet, far too needy for him to sink his teeth into your flesh.
Instead he adjusts you, pulls you right up against his erection that presses against you from under the pants that keeps him confined.
“Pretty sure it’s not polite to fuck in other people’s houses. Who do you brats think that you are?”
You want to say something, but you’re far too distracted by the bulge that presses against you. You push back instinctively and Sukuna huffs.
“You want more cock?”
Choso only watches as Sukuna begins to free himself and his own cock twitches at the thought of watching you get pleasured.
Choso swallows.
Sukuna presses you down, forces your ass up as he lines the fat tip of his cock to your entrance, but he doesn’t push in. He collects your cum, Choso’s cum and spreads it along the length of him.
You whine and push back and Sukuna growls, a low rumble that showcases that he’s not impressed with your impatience.
“Never seen someone so greedy.”
He slides into you with one fluid motion and you choke on a moan, back arching as you feel the stretch all in one go. Your walls flutter, adjusting.
Choso exhales heavily. He should do something. Something to help you perhaps, but he gauges that with the way you’re backing up against a complete stranger, you’re already getting the help that you’re looking for.
Sukuna’s hips snap forward and his cock glides along your treacly walls, cockhead dragging aaalll along your sensitive spots that has your body igniting.
He stretches you wide, wide, wide, filling you to the absolute brim and your eyes bulge, jaw going slack as your tongue lolls out at the sensation.
“W-wait! That’s too mah!—ch!”
Sukuna’s cock splits you in half. That’s what it feels like. You feel it in your lungs and his thrusts are so sharp that it feels like the bulbous head of his cock punctures them.
“Fucking filthy, aren’t you?” Sukuna spits, brows furrowed as he pulls you right up against him, allowing the softness of your ass to smack against the hard muscle lining his pelvis. “Coming into a stranger’s home just so that you can fuck and get stuffed with some dick, huh?”
“It’s not—my mngh… fault.”
Sukuna’s hand finds your clit and he pinches it, like that alone will help wring you of your sweet, sweet essence. It does help.
“Not your fault?” Sukuna scoffs, baring his teeth as a hiss slips free at how tightly your cunt squeezes him.
Sukuna’s eyes snap to Choso and he’s got his eyes transfixed on you. Sukuna isn’t ashamed of what he does, isn’t ashamed when he allows his gaze to drop south where a globule of pearlescent pre-cum decorates the very cusp of Choso’s flushed tip.
“Look at that,” Sukuna’s hand snakes beneath your jaw so that he can lift it, forcing your gaze up to where you have a clear view of where Choso’s cock leaks for you.
As if begging for more.
“You’ve got his cock leaking for you. You must look so fucking filthy right now, huh?”
With that, his hips smack against you and you gasp. The force of his thrust has you jerking forward and Choso’s cock slaps the tip of your nose.
You make eye contact with him and his gaze, heated and desperate makes you feel things that you shouldn’t.
Then, you stick your tongue out and drag it all along the underside of his cock, tasting your own slick that still coats his throbbing girth.
Choso whimpers when you reach that sensitive spot right under the bulbous head of his cock, trying his very best to keep his hips still.
“Such a greedy little thing,” Sukuna huffs, fingers digging into your waist as he grips hard enough to bruise.
You know it will bruise.
“Might as well give you what you want, huh?” He delivers a thrust that pulls a lewd SCHLIK! from your cunt and your mouth falls open, jaw going slack as you gasp.
Choso takes the opportunity to slip his cock into your mouth, apologising profusely while his cock slips aaall the way to the back of your throat, but his words fall on deaf ears.
“Mmph!”
The pretty globule of pre that had glittered at the very tip of his length had smeared all over your tongue when he pushed his cock in your mouth and the taste alone is enough to have your pussy clamping down on Sukuna’s cock.
“Oh… you’re so pretty–”
“Such a slutty little thing—tightening up at the taste of dick, huh?”
Choso snaps his gaze to Sukuna, contemplating between a glare and saying something that’d probably cost him his life. He settles for a small frown and Sukuna only smirks.
Wide and feral.
You moan and the vibrations have Choso’s eyes rolling back. He’s powerless and gives in to the pleasure that your mouth offers him.
You hear beeping amongst the smacks, amongst the slurps that resounds in the living room. Not an alarm, not a phone. Your watch.
You manage to catch a glance when you lift your hand and you’re sure that you see Yuki’s name flash on the little device. She’s calling.
Sukuna’s hand wraps around your wrist and then he squeezes while keeping his thrusts controlled. It doesn’t hurt, but you feel the watch, your only source of communication prick your skin.
It's left broken, crushed.
“I hate unnecessary noise,” is what he huffs out before he reaches down to pinch your clit. “Let’s just focus on how noisy this pussy is, huh?”
He emphasises his point with a thrust that pulls an obscene sound from your pussy, slick gushing all over the dark pubes at the base of his cock.
You choke on Choso’s cock with every thrust of Sukuna’s hips and you feel another orgasm build. Choso twitches in your mouth, incapable of resisting the tightness, the warmth of your throat.
You feel Sukuna’s fattened cock twitch inside you and he groans, body pushing forward as he leans over you, arms bracketing you while he rests his hands on the floor, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder.
It's enough to draw blood. Not a concerning amount.
He huffs and you whimper, teary eyes meeting Choso’s while he struggles with thrusting his hips up.
Sukuna drills into you, smacking the tip of his cock against that spongey spot inside you, sinking deep, balls slapping against your clit and before long, with a strangled cry, you come undone.
Your walls flutter, squeezing and wringing tight ropes of sticky cum from Sukuna. He curses as he all but creams inside you, cum decorating your heat and Choso is quick to follow both of you.
He feeds you his cum, thick and tangy. Some of it dribbles from the corners of your mouth. Pretty translucent trails of froth.
“I’m so sorry—that’s so much—here–” Choso slips his cock from your mouth and you swallow the last of his cum with a lidded gaze.
He moves to wipe your mouth, but Sukuna doesn’t seem all to keen having the two of you linger in his space. He’s given you what you wanted, allowed you to stay in his space without suffering his wrath.
“Both of you,” Sukuna spits, glaring daggers at you both. “Get the fuck out.”
Choso huffs and you whimper when Sukuna pulls himself free from you. He ignores the way the sound has need simmering deep.
Choso helps you up and you slip on your shorts, not bothering with your underwear. You don’t even know where it is and you don’t have time to look.
Choso eyes you while you fix yourself and need still consumes him. He’s got your underwear lodged in his pocket. He thinks that he’ll return it when the two of you return to Easter Island.
Yes. That’s when he’ll return it to you. With an apology. He just thinks that he’ll be needing it very soon.
You eye your wrist, now empty and devoid of the watch that had been there. Thanks to Sukuna, you won’t ever be getting it back.
Choso leaves before you do, after bidding you a goodbye and an apology. You leave very soon after opting for not wanting to be left with the scary hybrid that lives here.
His bite stings. Not painful. A reminder.
When you’re outside, feeling oddly sated, you head on over to the second Easter basket that you’d brought for this trip. You won’t dwell on what just happened. You’re sure that you can get through tonight.
Eleven. Eleven. Eleven.
That’s the number of the next house. You pull out the report to review the information about the residence.
Address: 11 Park Avenue
Human headcount: 4
Hybrid headcount: 2
Sex: Both male
Breed(s) identified: Siberian husky and Maine coon
Comments: Upon observation, hybrids were identified to be a docile mated pair and are friendly due to the strong family dynamic.
They do often partake in sexual activity with one another.
Husky hybrid is energetic and boisterous, but fiercely protective of the feline hybrid. Maine coon is calmer and usually influences the behaviour of the canine hybrid.
There was no detected hostility when interacting with other hybrids.
Risk level: Low — delivery should run smoothly even if spotted by one of them.
Estimated delivery time if not spotted: 3 minutes
You review the address once more after reading for the first time before carefully making your move.
You have no idea what you’re going to tell Shoko and Yuki and that’s if you even have the strength to get to them on time. Since Sukuna broke your communicator, you’re left with no way of contacting them.
You huff. You wonder if they’re worried. Yuki had tried calling. You wonder what about.
There’s no time to dwell, however.
You’re running terribly low on time and at this rate, you won’t be able to rise in the ranks. The last thing that you want is to be stuck as a rookie for another year until you can prove yourself again.
You will yourself forward. With determination. You’re still a little sore, still a little achy, but you’ve endured much worse pain.
You follow the street signs, still remaining well hidden in the dark where the streetlights don’t quite reach. You manage to find the residence in no time.
This house is different from the rest, and you can tell that based on the report, there is a lively, healthy family dynamic. The lawn is decorated, trimmed and adorned with the cutest Easter accents and what you make out to be pseudo candy.
It warms your heart. The sight is refreshing.
Your gaze darts to the windows and you manage to see the faint glow of light peeking from through curtains that have not been drawn together all the way.
Someone is awake.
Another one you suppose.
If you can manage to get the general layout of the space, maybe you’d be able to distract the human if it is that they have also decided to stay up. Get the general layout. Find a way to get their attention fixated on the other side of the house. Get in quickly and then make your way out again.
It should be simple. Right?
Carefully, you make your way to the window. Though, when you peek through, you don’t see any humans. Only two white ears with pointed tips that rest on a head of silky blanched hair and striking blue eyes that peer back at you.
Back at you?
You flinch, ducking back down again. You’ve been spotted. Ever since tonight has gone completely south, you’ve been sloppy with your stealth tactics.
Your heart races and your ears twitch when you manage to pick up not-so-subtle steps from inside. It sounds like they’re coming closer. You don’t know why your heart is racing. The report said that the hybrids living here are friendly.
You hear the lock of the front door twist and click before the door slips open and those same blue eyes that you’d met inside are peering at you like you’re some new toy.
“Shit… so my eyes didn’t deceive me.”
The hybrid’s voice is smooth, intoxicatingly deep.
“You are a bunny hybrid. I thought you guys were extinct.”
He speaks so casually. Like he’s known you all along.
Your grip on the basket tightens when he steps further into the coolness of the night, but you’re sure that it doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t seem all that affected.
Your eyes dart to his t-shirt clad chest. It’s simple. He was probably getting ready for bed. Your eyes dip lower to the plaid pyjama pants.
Right. Definitely dressed for bed.
“Do you always give strangers lingering once-overs?”
Heat rises from your nape and the hybrid in front of you only grins, standing taller.
“I mean I don’t blame you—”
He pauses then, like he’s suddenly been hit. His eyes drag over you and you fight back a shudder. His gaze is weighted, heated, suddenly the complete opposite of playful.
He lifts his nose and inhales a deep breath, pupils dilating just the slightest bit as he practically tastes you in the air.
“Yeah… definitely don’t blame you.”
Your cheeks burn. You know that he’s picked up on your scent, on your heavy pheromones. His tail wags left and then right.
“You’re in heat.”
He sniffs at the air again, but he doesn’t say anything after that. He just eyes you then the front door before peering back at you.
“You wanna come inside? I promise that I don’t bite.”
You glance down at the basket in your hands and then up again.
You might as well.
You stand and the hybrid leads you inside, into the cosy space of the interior. Much like outside, there are a couple of decorative pieces inside.
This family must take Easter rather seriously.
“Name’s Satoru and I’ve got a housemate—a mate…?”
Satoru pauses, eyes fluttering while he stares off into the distance. He seems to be focused, a little lost in thought.
Then, finally, his voice reverberates through the space, “A mate, yes. We mate a lot.”
He peers over at your basket, “What have you got there?”
You don’t trust him with the basket. You yelp, pulling it away from his reach. He doesn’t let that stop him.
Satoru’s tail wags as he moves to reach for the basket again and you pull it away.
“You can’t have this—it isn’t for you–”
“Well, then why did you bring it?”
“It’s a gift, a basket that I have to deliver.”
Satoru pauses. Freezes.
Oh.
His lips twitch. He reaches out again if only to watch you glare at him. He likes this game. He has to try and retrieve the basket?
Light work.
Satoru lunges for the basket and you gasp. It ends up on the floor. Ruined. Along with you as Satoru hovers over you, hand cradling your head that he just managed to catch before it hit the floor.
You suck in a breath. He blinks down at you.
“See what you did?”
He ruined the basket.
Satoru eyes the basket, goodies littered all over the floor. His gaze finds you again.
“I thought that we were–”
“All this noise and so late in the evening. Don’t you ever know how to be quiet, Satoru?”
Your eyes dart to the figure that emerges from the corner of the archway leading to the hallway, and you identify him as the Maine Coon hybrid from your report.
He moves slow, elegantly, with sharp, fluffy ears and a tail that comes flicking behind him in a way that has you mesmerized. His long silky hair adorns his shoulders, dark and clearly well looked after.
He’s dressed for bed too.
You shift and the feline’s eyes, pretty, pretty pools of amethyst, find you before they narrow in curiosity.
“Oh—hello.” His gaze snaps to Satoru. “I see you’ve found a friend… again.”
Based on the way the dark-haired stranger says it, you can only assume that Satoru has probably brought questionable guests into the house before.
“She’s in heat.”
“Hmm…” The dark haired hybrid lifts his nose, moving towards the couch. “I can tell.”
“Suguru, do you want to help? You can be on top, I promise I’ll behave.”
Suguru, as Satoru so endearingly called him, makes himself comfortable on the couch, lithe body moving with the grace of the feline hybrid that he is. He looks beautiful, you have to admit that.
Satoru seems to agree, because his tail begins to wag slowly, back and forth, before it picks up speed the longer he stares at Suguru.
“I’ll indulge but only if you make nice work of cleaning her up.”
You don’t fully understand what he means by that.
“One too many different pheromones—stuffed full of cum that isn’t yours.” Suguru purrs the words out and you feel Satoru’s cock swell the longer he keeps himself pressed against you.
“If you can make it so that all she tastes like is you, then I’ll have my fun too.”
Oh.
Oh.
“Yeah—yes, okay—yes, if that’s what you want.”
Satoru peers down at you, eyes dark and heated.
“Would you like some help? I promise that we can help you so good.”
You contemplate leaving, but your body doesn’t seem to agree. Need coils deep in your gut and you nod.
Maybe you’d get some more relief.
You yelp when Satoru slips your shorts off, throwing it to the side while his eyes fixate on your ballooned clit. You almost think that he’d comment about your lack of underwear, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“Oh wow, you’re really pretty down here.”
Then his mouth is on you, shamelessly slurping the sap that oozes from you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
He drags his tongue along your slit, from base to peak where he flicks your clit. You gasp, wailing.
You’re so sensitive there.
Suguru watches with careful eyes, watches the way Satoru’s tongue flattens over your heat before he sucks at your puffy clit.
“Ngh! I’m—so… hah… That’s too much.”
Satoru doesn’t relent, he laps at your pussy, slurps all that candied arousal and he hums, cock throbbing at the mere taste of you.
He tastes something else—someone else, but he doesn’t care.
He keeps his face buried in your cunt, drowning in you, nose pressing against your clit and your orgasm washes over you then.
You’re too weak to hold on.
“Mmngh!”
Too weak to resist that intoxicating feeling.
Satoru doesn’t stop, he drinks from you. Gobbles up your silky fluids, urging more from you. Your taste is addicting.
So, so sweet too.
“I can’t—please… I wanna… ah!”
He flicks your clit with his tongue, playing with the rosebud. It’s so pretty.
“Come now, Satoru. I won’t get to have some fun if you’re going to be this greedy.”
His breath hitches.
Satoru pushes himself up, licking his lips and eyeing Suguru with a pout. His eyes dip to where Suguru’s cock strains against his pants and the pout fades.
Immediately.
With a wagging tail, “Right, sorry.”
Satoru lines himself with your entrance then, even as pleasure still lingers in your system and pushes inside, slowly, stretching you on his fat girth.
Stars burst behind your eyes a small orgasm washes over you at the feeling alone. You’re sensitive. Tender.
“Oh, did you just—oh, you came again.”
He eases in to the hilt, groaning when you wrap around him like a vice. He pulls out, hissing through his teeth when your cunt weeps all over him, begging him not to go too far.
He won’t.
Then, with a SCHLIK! Satoru thrusts into you and you claw at the carpet below you. He finds the undersides of your knees, spreading you, watching as he sinks into you, watching as your stomach bulges with every forward thrust.
You mewl, mouth hanging open.
You make the sweetest sounds.
“Look, Suguru, she’s so wet.”
Satoru licks his lips, still tasting you on them.
“I can hear, yes.”
Suguru adjusts his position on the sofa.
The sight, the sounds that you’re making have his cock throbbing. Painfully. Watching Satoru stuff you full of what he knows feels like heaven has him leaking.
He ruts into you relentlessly, the apex of his cock tickling your sweet spot, drooling all over your deepest most softest parts.
“Am I doing good?” He pants, watching your face contort in pleasure. “I do this with Suguru too and he says that I do good when I—”
Satoru angles his hips so that his cock manages to hit your sweet spot and with a cry, your back arches off the floor when he drills into you at that same angle. He doesn’t change pace, doesn’t change a single thing and keeps at bullying his way into your treacly innards.
“—When I move like that.”
You’re incapable of thinking straight, too far gone to utter anything other than mindless babbles that neither of the two hybrids with you can understand.
Suguru merely watches Satoru’s cock plunge into you with the obscenest sounds and his cock jerks. His eyes zero in on the way your slick splatters where skin meets skin and despite himself, Suguru inhales nice and deep.
Your scent is growing stronger now, no longer heavy with the scent of the other hybrids that live down the street, mingling with Satoru’s heavy pheromones as the musk dances in the air.
“Look at you. You’re so gorgeous when you take cock like that.” Suguru slips from the couch, and he slots himself right behind you.
His tail slithers along your jaw when Satoru delivers a particularly devastating thrust that knocks the air from your lungs. Your bleary gaze meets Suguru’s in the midst of your body’s visceral reaction and his eyes narrow as his lips pull into a satisfied smirk.
His eyes snap to where your stomach bulges with every forward thrust of Satoru’s hips, the shape of his cock announcing its presence and Suguru smiles to himself at the sight, a thought crossing his mind.
“You wanna know what’s funny, pretty girl?” Suguru purrs as he presses down right where the shape of Satoru’s cockhead bulges in your stomach.
You whimper and Satoru pants, whining as his pace turns sloppy.
“There’s a very likely chance that you’ll end up well-bred after tonight and without me even having to sink my cock into you,” Suguru presses down again, adding more pressure that elicits a cry from you.
“I’d get to claim your litter, yeah?” Suguru offers you a smile, but it’s not warm, it’s not cruel either. “You’ll have a litter of kittens without my cum. Fascinating thought, isn’t it?”
You make a sound—a choked moan as Suguru hums, seemingly lost in thought as he slips his hand down to where your puffy clit demands attention. You squeal when he pinches it and the sensation only adds on to how good Satoru is making you feel as he plunges in and out of you.
He's close and so are you. You can tell by the way his cock twitches, the way it jerks and tickles that spot deep, deeeep inside you. Your walls flutter, and still, your cunt sucks up Satoru’s cock like it’s the last thing that it’d ever get to feel.
“But then again, there’s also the other hybrids that have been kind enough to help you with your heat that I have to take into consideration, so perhaps you won’t have a full litter of kittens.”
Suguru circles your sensitive clit with the very tip of his finger, right on the spot that he exposes from under the hood and before you know it, because you’re so sensitive, stars burst behind your eyelids and an orgasm is ripped right from you.
“Cum—hnngh…ing!”
Your cunt squeezes the life out of Satoru’s cock and he groans, thrusting into you with sharp, sloppy thrusts before he’s spilling into you, coating your insides with a hot, heavy load of his creamy release.
“Now I’ll indulge.”
Suguru places a kiss to your neck while Satoru pulls out. They switch positions and Suguru is now nestled between your thighs, hot breaths tickling your sensitive flesh.
“Look at how messy this pussy is.”
You whimper as he drags a finger along your creamy slit.
“You’re always so messy, Satoru,” he purrs, blowing air to your glistening cunt. “But I guess I’ll just have to clean it up, huh?”
Satoru huffs. You can feel his excitement, despite what you’d just done, roll off from him.
“Suguru takes cleaning rather seriously.” The words are directed at you.
Suguru’s tongue finds your slick entrance where Satoru’s thickened sap oozes from you slowly, teasing your slit as it drips down where it dribbles between your asscheeks.
Your eyes bulge when his tongue plunges into you without warning and he uses the warm muscle to collect all of Satoru’s release while he keeps you nice and spread.
“Ah, you look so pretty.” Satoru manages and you’re not sure if he’s referring to you or Suguru.
Your legs jerk and you mewl when Suguru’s tongue dives deep, massaging your sensitive crevices all while he collects your mixed release and he swallows, humming appreciatively to himself.
Satoru lifts your top and pinches a nipple, already hard enough to cut diamonds and he rolls it then. You gasp, grinding down on Suguru’s face and he peers up, watching as your face contorts in pleasure.
He makes easy work of slurping the cum that drips from you, cleans you swiftly. He kisses your clit and you whine.
“You taste so good, this pussy is so sweet. Bet it’s better than all that sugar in that basket.”
Satoru whines.
“I wanna have some more too. Chocolate is toxic for dogs so I might as well get what I can.”
Suguru snaps his gaze to him while he pushes himself up.
“In due time, Satoru. No need to be so greedy.”
He frees himself, cock standing tall, flushed and throbbing. A silky bead of pre seeps from the tip, but Suguru doesn’t give you time to admire the sight of his need.
He taps the slick tip of his cock against your swollen folds, dragging it along your slit in a way that has you whining, squirming because you want more.
Oh, how greedy you are.
Just as Suguru is about to push in, just as he’s about to fill you, a noise echoes from the end of the hallway. You hear a door and faint, faint steps.
You freeze, body going rigid and Satoru and Suguru make eye contact.
They know that their owners are awake.
Muffled voices follow then, two, and they’re nearing right where the three of you are sprawled on the floor.
Panic begins to set in. The least that you’ll have to get out of tonight is not being spotted by a human.
To your luck, Satoru is up within seconds, pulling on his pants in record speed before darting out into the hallway where a loud yelp resounds before a THUD! settles in the silence.
Suguru sighs as he tucks his cock right back into his pants, offering you a lopsided smile before he helps collect your clothes. You want to urge him to sink inside you, you want to be greedy and have your fair share of him too, but you know that you’re short on time.
You have no choice but to get moving. Even if your body is still eager.
“Satoru should keep them busy for about exactly six minutes and twenty seconds.”
It’s clear that Suguru has probably endured Satoru’s shenanigans one too many times. So much so that he’s been able to give a time reading.
Through the haziness of your mind, you manage to hear an unfamiliar masculine voice call out Suguru’s name followed by a screech and then a feminine giggle. It sounds almost like the owner is well aware that Suguru is the only one that can manage to get Satoru to behave.
Suguru helps slip your clothes back on before he makes a move to deal with the ruckus in the hallway. It’s clear that everyone is attempting to keep the noise down.
“It’s too bad that I couldn’t have as much fun with you as I wanted, but I suppose that we’re out of time.”
Suguru eyes the hallway before his eyes find you again, hands supporting you as he helps you to your feet, tail flicking in that same languid motion from before.
“It’s a shame Satoru won’t be able to see you off, but I’m sure that if he were here, he’d give you another compliment on your performance tonight.”
You blink at him, cheeks warming up while he keeps his gaze on you.
“You should come around again, let me take care of you next time.”
You open your mouth to speak, but Suguru is called for again. He sighs at that and simply nods towards the door.
“Be careful out there, yeah?” He turns, swiftly, fluidly.
And then you’re out. Not because you were forced, but because you’ve got no choice.
Your legs feel a lot worse by the time you reach the park again and you curse yourself for having left the last basket in the park. Had you taken it along with you, you’d have saved yourself this trip.
You’re still needy. You’d gotten so worked up after Suguru teased you with the tip of his cock that you’re not even sure that you’re thinking clearly anymore.
Whether it’s a conscious decision, whether you’re running on autopilot, you grab the last basket and pull out the report, eyes fixating on the part that marks your final destination for the night.
You frown because although you can see quite fine, you can read quite fine, your brain takes its time to register what you’re reading.
You inhale, reminding yourself that you must get through this. You have to see this through and get back to the pod.
Address: 24 Park Avenue
Human headcount: 1
Hybrid headcount: 1
Sex: male
Species identified: Rottweiler
Comments: Upon observation, it was noted that the hybrid often engages in sexual activity with the owner.
Rottweiler is very protective of said owner but is otherwise rather tame. There’s no hostility when interacting with other hybrids, though there is the occasional attempt at showcasing dominance.
He marks his territory very often.
Risk level: Moderately high — proceed with caution.
#Tranquilizer darts will be more effective if a problem arises.
Estimated delivery time if not spotted: 3 minutes
You exhale, slipping the piece of paper back into your pocket. You don’t have a tranquilizer gun. So you’ll have to do this without any of your equipment.
All you have to do now is deliver the last basket. You just have to get through this and then you can be on your way again.
With weak legs, you will yourself to the last house on your report list. The number twenty four circles in your head, a reminder of where it is that you need to be.
You make your way to the front lawn when you finally reach the house, breaths stuttering when you eye the front door before your eyes are darting to the windows with curtains that obscure your view of the interior. Everything seems to be still—there are no lights that are on and you don’t detect any movement.
You don’t think that you do.
You adjust your hold on the basket in your hands before heading over to the front porch. Still silent, still careful. You don’t expect it to be open, but you want to give it a try.
Heat coils low in your gut when you try the doorknob and what you’re not expecting is for it to open. Your attempt at easy access worked. Perhaps the human living here forgot to lock it.
You suspect living with a hybrid gives him a sense of security.
When you’re inside, you close the door quietly behind you, chest stuttering with every shaky intake of breath. Your body is still communicating with you—telling you that it hasn’t received enough, hasn’t gotten the full extent of the attention that it craves.
How greedy. Even you have to admit it.
You find yourself in the dimly lit living room in a matter of seconds, light pouring through from the hallway in the distance. The only source of light. It’s those lights that get left on when someone is to return home at late hours.
There’s not much going on in this house, everything is simple, but you’d expect that from a human living with a single hybrid. There’s not much clutter, but the space does look like it had been occupied not too long ago.
You lift your chin. You don’t see, hear or smell any hybrid nearby. Maybe it’s because your senses are clouded by the amalgamation of scents that still linger on your own skin. Perhaps you’re still too out of it to even concentrate your senses.
Whatever it is, you don’t quite care.
You start to believe that perhaps the house was left unattended. There are a lot of factors that come into play here.
“Well, well, well.” A masculine voice drawls from behind you, and you flinch before turning around to face the source of said voice.
“What do we have here?”
You gulp. In front of you is the Rottweiler hybrid from the report, dressed in only a pair of sweatpants that sits loosely along his waist, the waistband resting right under where the base of a tail meets the spot where his tailbone is situated.
His abdomen is pure muscle that forms hard planes and shapes that serve as a showcase of raw strength. Water droplets drip down his flesh, a clear indication that he’d just been in the shower.
He’s huge too—much like Sukuna, only he’s taller while this one is wider, bulkier.
The size difference between the two of you is comical and it’s hard to ignore the fact that if he wanted to, he could snap you right in half.
Despite your capabilities, you take a step back as he approaches, lifting his nose to get a waft of what you know is coated on every single inch of you. You smell it too; the medley of pheromones that somehow oozes from your pores.
It's all sweet heat and sweat and the pheromones of the other hybrids that had fallen prey to the effect of your heat. You know that your last encounter didn’t do much to mask your activities for the evening.
“You the new hybrid Shiu was talking about?” His green eyes survey the living room, almost like he’s looking for something before his gaze darts to the front door.
You’re not sure what he’s talking about or what he’s looking for, but you shake your head.
“No. I don’t know who… Shiu is and I’m ah… not supposed to be here.”
Now those are words that you shouldn’t ever utter to the protector of a household or any territory for that matter. You realise your mistake and curse yourself.
You’re far too out of it to think clearly enough.
He exhales and peers over at you again, eyes finally darting to the basket that you’ve got clasped in your hands.
“Yeah, I kinda guessed that.”
You swallow as the ache from before teases you between your thighs. You know that he’s looking at the basket, he's studying you, gauging whether you’re a threat or not. You think that he’s already gotten his answer to that. Had he thought of you as a threat, he would have done something by now.
You’re a little relieved.
“I’ve only come to make a delivery,” you adjust your hold on the basket. “I ah… just have to set this somewhere.”
“I see,” his voice does the most sinful things to your already needy, needy body. “You’re the Easter bunny—thought that shit was fake.”
You shake your head at that, eyes fluttering as embarrassment dusts your cheeks.
“I’m not the Easter bunny… no.”
You’re breathless, delirious.
“What’s your name then?”
With an involuntary squeak that escapes you, you give him your name and he repeats it then, testing it in a way that almost seems like he’s tasting the syllables too. He introduces himself too, as Toji, standing taller, tail wagging when he notices your eyes drift to his chest.
Ohoho, shameless aren’t you? He doesn’t mind though; he welcomes the attention.
“You stop by other houses around here?”
With a nod, “I made deliveries in this street.”
Toji offers you a hum, like he already knew the answer.
“Can smell it on you. You’ve been real busy, huh?”
That question has heat scorching your skin. When he puts it like that, it sounds a lot more embarrassing than what it already is.
“But judging by the state that you’re in…”
Toji’s eyes rove over your flushed, heated form, inhaling another deep breath all while he watches as your breath stutters, watching the way your chest heaves. You still smell strongly of need in a way that suggests that you’re still ready to go.
Toji gauges that although you were taken care of, you haven’t been taken care of properly. There are a lot of familiar scents that coat you, but there’s one in particular that he’s not too happy about.
He doesn’t let it bother him though.
“—I can tell that the hybrids that were with you didn’t really do a good job.” Toji steps closer and you gulp, breathing in his pheromones as he leans down, nose grazing your neck.
The scent of him, the feel of his radiating warmth has your heart threatening its way from your chest and your stomach twisting so violently that it feels like your arousal is wrung from there before it pools lower and lower to where you’re clenching your thighs to find relief.
You take it upon yourself to ask this time. Everyone else has helped, offered their assistance, but now, you’re desperate. You can’t wait for assistance to be offered.
“Please…” Your voice comes out soft and breathless.
Oh. You sound so, so sweet.
“Please? Please what?” Toji’s eyes rove over you from top to bottom as he straightens his posture, settling right where your tank top and pants have been torn.
He meets your gaze again, but you’re not quite looking at him. With lidded eyes, your gaze flits from his chest to the waistband of his pants.
He sees you squirm, sees your ears twitch not because you’re focusing your attention on your senses.
“Oh, I see.” Toji flashes you a toothy smirk, displaying sharp, pearly white canines. “You want big Toji here to do what those selfish hybrids couldn’t do for you, huh?”
You don’t understand what he’s saying. That is, until he speaks again.
“It’s okay, sweet thing. I was gonna wait for Shiu to get back from work, but I’ll look after you so good, yeah?” Toji pulls you in by the waistband of your shorts and you yelp when he pulls your tank top over your head.
“That should do the trick while I release the pent-up energy I’ve got.”
Toji’s gaze snaps south, to your pretty, pretty nipples that are already hard and ready for attention.
“I wonder…” He murmurs low. “You as sweet as the candy you deliver?”
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“Mngh—hah—that’s not… oh!”
Toji’s tongue trails through your folds, collecting your juices as your cunt drools all over the warm muscle.
“Guess you are…” He swallows your sap, Adam’s apple bobbing. “…as sweet as the candy you deliver.”
You choke on a sob, eyes going wide when Toji’s tongue finds your slit again, teasing your winking entrance. He keeps you spread nice and wide for him, hands on the undersides of your thighs while he presses your legs down towards you.
The position allows him to see everything, to catch every last drop of the nectar that drips from you.
His tongue teases your clit, and the feeling has you clamping around nothing. You’re still so tender, still so sensitive and you’re sure that your clit has been all but rubbed raw already.
“Sensitive—please… ngh!”
Toji drags a canine along your puffy rosebud, hot breath fanning the sensitive bundle and you jerk, hips bucking.
“Sensitive, hey?” His voice has a teasing lilt to it. “Thought this was what you wanted?”
“Inside. I want you inside. Please.”
Had you been clearer minded, you’d be embarrassed about how desperate you sound. You’re too far gone, mind far too muddled to even care.
Toji hums, licks his lips but doesn’t bother wiping that sheen of arousal off from his mouth. He tugs his sweatpants down, freeing his heavy erection, flushed a deep shade of red at the tip.
A thick globule of pre rests there, oozing out slowly. Veins pulse around his aching cock and you swallow at the sight.
Hard. Audibly.
“Don’t look so scared now, you just said that you wanted me inside.”
Toji’s cock twitches where his glittery tip kisses your folds, teasing you. He simply stares, admires the way you jerk at the sensation.
“You wanna know something, sweetness?” Toji taps his tip against your ballooned clit, spreading his pre all over the little bud. “You came here smelling like a lotta different hybrids—four if my senses aren’t lying to me.”
You whimper and Toji only offers you a toothy grin.
“Now I get real territorial and you wanna know how us dog hybrids like to stake our claim?”
Toji spreads you, folds you, locking you in place.
“How?”
“With piss.”
Your heart stops, breath hitching.
Toji huffs out a chuckle when he notices your expression.
“You want it? Want me to mark you like that? You’d smell juuust like me, sweetness and no other hybrid will dare lay a hand on you.”
Toji presses his cock to your drenched slit, teasing the tip past your folds and you whine and attempt to push your hips down.
“But I guess I’ll lay off on that for now, huh? Gotta claim this sweet fucking pussy some other way.”
Then, because he promised to take good care of you, Toji’s cock slides into you with so much ease, right past that ring that offers very little resistance because you’re soaked, drenched and still so, so eager to have that itch quelled.
Your eyes bulge at the stretch and you feel your pussy adjust to Toji’s shape, etching the shape of him deep inside.
“That’s it, sweet thing—oh, yeah, yeah—look at you squeezing me like you want my cock to stay right here.”
Toji’s hips snap forward and the couch that he’d creaks and jerks along with his movement.
You cry out as the bulbous head of his cock hits your bruised and battered sweet spot. You’re so sensitive that the sensation has you near another orgasm, but it’s like your body doesn’t quite have anything to offer in that moment.
Your pussy clenches, pulling a sharp hiss from Toji but no slick is wrung from you. You cum dry and Toji cocks his head at that.
“That’s not fucking fair now, is it?” He’s talking to himself.
Toji pinches your clit and you mewl, tears brimming your eyes.
“There no more cum left for me?”
Toji slides out, slowly. Viciously so before he slams back into you with a TWHACK! and a gurgled noised escapes you.
“Guess I’ll have to fuck the cum right outta you, huh?”
“Toji–”
“Yeah, right here, sweetness.”
Is all he says before he leans over you, using his weight to keep you folded while he ruts into you like a feral beast. That rotund cockhead of his abuses your sweet, sensitive spots and you’re wailing, struggling to find a moment to catch your breath because the wind gets knocked right out of you with every thrust.
The couch squeaks, groans under the weight being forced onto it and surely, before long, your sap oozes from you, trickling down right where Toji’s heavy balls slap against you.
“Ahn! Much—too much…!”
“That can’t… hah… be,” Toji’s tongue drags along the flesh of your neck while he keeps your ankles to your head. “Still have to knot you nice and good, yeah?”
“Here,” Toji pushes himself up, hands snaking beneath the hinge of your knees while he eases them apart, giving you a clear view of the spot where your bodies connect. “Let me show you.”
Your pussy clamps down at the sight and Toji curses under his breath. He’s not going to last much longer.
“Look reeeaaal close, sweetness,” he grunts as he pulls out slowly, so painstakingly slow in a way that allows you to feel every ridge of every vein and every delicious fat inch of his very, very swollen cock.
It didn’t look like that before.
Yes he’d been big, but he seems massive now, so much that you’re not sure that he’d be able to stuff that back inside you.
“You see this swollen bit?”
Your eyes fixate on the tumefied base of Toji’s cock, the coarse hairs framing the intimidating swell of it. You nod, breathing hard as your body jerks, hips rutting up without your control.
“Oh look at you. Hungry for my knot, aren’t you?”
“That’s…” Your eyes snap up to Toji’s before they flit back down again. “…your knot.”
The words tumble from your lips as a mixture between a question and a fact, like you’d known all along, but it had still been a surprise, nonetheless.
You’ve never seen a knot before.
“Yeah it is, sweetness,” Toji bares his teeth, flashing you a toothy smirk, eyes dancing with heated mirth. “It’s what’s gonna help with your heat.”
“H-how?”
Toji pauses for a second, eyes fixating on your face as you stare at where your bodies are connected with wide eyes and with eager breaths.
“Gonna keep my cum in this pretty little hole of yours until it sticks.”
He thrusts back into you then, just one mean thrust that pulls a cry from you. You’re glad that his owner isn’t home. You can’t imagine hiding after all the sounds, the noise that you’ve made.
The apex of Toji’s leaking cock smacks your cervix and the veins decorating his cock only amplify the pleasure. You gasp when he rolls his hips, grinding into you, pressing against that spongey spot that drives you absolutely wild.
“Gonna fill you, gonna breed you nice and good, yeah?”
You murmur something unintelligible. It’s hard to think clearly when you feel a huge orgasm approach. It feels big, bigger than the ones before.
Toji continues to bully his way inside you and you’re sure that you feel your stomach bulge, you feel it stretch when Toji’s cock jerks again.
Once. Then twice.
You’re powerless against your orgasm as it blooms from your very core.
“I’m… oh god… cumming—cumming!”
You gush all over Toji’s cock.
This orgasm feels stronger, wetter and it’s only when Toji’s cooing at you, murmuring something about how he got more than just cum from you that you realise that you squirted.
“Look at that, so fucking beautiful, so fucking messy, yeah?” Toji’s movements turn sloppy, hips moving frantically. “All I needed was your cum but I guess this works too.”
He’s wrung absolutely everything from you and it drenches the cushions of the couch, coats your inner thighs and has the base of Toji’s cock glistening with your fluids.
It drips and drips, running down his balls too.
Toji gasps, cock sliding in aaall the way to the hilt, balls deep, before he dumps a huge load of his seed deep inside you, coating your velvety innards with creamy white froth that dribbles back onto his cock.
But he isn’t done. He stays buried deep. Cock twitching. A warning.
Then, you gasp, head tilting back as your back arches off the couch. Toji’s cock only grows wider, thicker as it swells, his knot taking full effect as he keeps you stuffed with his release.
“Hnngh! So big—too much, I can’t—hah… I can’t handle… it.”
“Shh shh, sweetness. You’ll be fine, I fucking… fuck,” Toji leans down again burying his nose in the crook of your neck as he breathes you in.
“I promise. Just have to stay like this for a bit.”
You feel just about ready to explode. That’s how full you feel. You don’t move, every movement serves as a reminder that you’re stretched so wide, near the brink of being split in half.
You hear the engine of a car outside amongst your heavy breaths, amongst Toji’s ragged intakes of air. That must be the human that lives here.
Panic begins to eat you whole. You need to get out of here.
You squirm, but Toji keeps you pressed down, keeps you locked in place. You whine and he coos into your ear, whispering low about how he can’t let you move because you’ll get hurt.
You’re stuck, stuffed and thoroughly claimed.
When the front door does eventually open, you hear heavy footsteps echo in the space. Your heart drops with every single step.
“Toji, I’m home,” a voice calls out. A voice belonging to the human that lives here. “Sorry for running so late, they had me work overtime because—“
The footsteps come to a halt near the edge of the living room where the edge of the wall separates the foyer from the lounge.
Your ears jerk and you hear the faintest hitch of a breath.
You keep yourself buried against Toji’s chest, like that’d somehow hide you away. You don’t bother trying to meet the human’s gaze.
“Toji?” He sounds completely bewildered. “What in the actual fuck are you doing?”
Tonight has not gone how you’d expected it to, but it surely is one that you’re going to remember.
A/N: Guys, let's go work for the Easter bunny. Also sorry for not including Nanami and Higuruma. I PROMISE that I was going to but then I had a different hybrid idea for them.
♡ content warnings: fem! omega! reader, unprotected, a/b/o, size diffs, established relationship, ruts/heats, true form sukuna, edgíng, praise, crying, biting, scenting, voyerism (r.s), marathons, mating press, overstím, begging, pet names, breeding, p in v, spanking, double pen (r.s), knotting, windows, groping, tummy bulges, rough, backshōts, bruising, on a throne.
♡ a/n: i got way too carried away with this one :p
TOJI ♡ FUSHIGURO
Toji really knows how to irk you, from leaving his dirty briefs on the floor to not rinsing out his dishes. It truly made you think that you should've taken another second when letting him out of a ring on your finger.
"That's it," he grunted, his voice rough against the shell of your ear, the scar on his lip a rough brush against your shoulder. "Take it. Always fuckin' knew this pretty ass missed me."
You wanted to snap back, to list every damn grievance: the boot prints on the clean floor, the empty milk carton back in the fridge. But all that came out was a choked whine as he pistoned into you, his hips a relentless, brutal machine. Your fingers scrambled for purchase on the glass, leaving smudged streaks.
He was enormous. Not just in the way he filled a room, but in the way he filled you, stretching you to a breathtaking, burning fullness. You could feel every ridge, every pulse of him, and beneath it, the insistent, thickening swell of his knot at the base of his cock.
His pine and forest scent, usually calming, was now thick and heady with musk, wrapping around you like a possessive cloak.
"Must not be doing a good enough job," he taunted, one broad hand splaying across your lower belly, pressing down. You could see it, the faint, obscene bulge of him moving inside you, highlighted by the neon sign across the street. "Starting to get jealous…”
"Hush,” you moaned, the words dissolving into a gasp as he changed the angle, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids, “J-just fuck me, Toji."
A dark chuckle rumbled through him. "Your wish, baby."
His pace turned punishing; each drive aimed to obliterate thought. The window rattled softly in its frame. You would be a little worried if your mind weren't clogged with his scent and overwhelming pleasure. You don't think you could come up with a good response for paramedics if the window breaks. His other hand fisted in your hair, not enough to hurt, just enough to grip, to tilt your head back against his shoulder. You were pinned between the unyielding glass and his immovable body.
The knot began to catch now, a delicious, stretching burn with every retreat, a triumphant. It was the sensation that unraveled you, that made marriage certificates and shared bathrooms seem like a fair trade. This was the core of him, the primal, undeniable truth that bypassed all your annoyances.
"There it is," he snarled, his breathing becoming ragged gusts against your neck. His arm around your middle became a vice, pulling you flush against him as his hips stuttered. "Gonna lock you up, fill you up—so tight."
You couldn't speak. You could only keen a high, broken sound as the knot seated itself fully, an impossible, perfect stretch that bordered on pain and transcended into blinding pleasure. He was embedded, tied to you as his body tensed like a drawn bow.
The first hot jet of his release hit your deepest walls, and you shattered, your own climax ripping through you with silent, convulsive force. He growled, a raw, animal sound of satisfaction, pumping into you through every pulse of your fluttering pussy. You could feel it, the hot, claiming flood, the way your stomach felt fuller, the way his knot kept every drop sealed inside.
His lips brushed the sweaty junction of your neck and shoulder. “If I see another pair of dirty briefs on my floor, I'll kill y-you…”
RYOMEN ♡ SUKUNA
The sound of skin striking skin was a vulgar drumbeat over the hushed, respectful silence of the court. This either was your worst or best idea to ever come across your mind. Or whatever remains of it as Sukuna pumped your insides full of seed, you weren't sure there would be much of you left. “What is wrong, woman, speak.”
All you could muster were weak nods, your throat sealed by a chokehold of pleasure. It was too much! Both cocks filled your cunt in an agonizing stretch, a fullness that bordered on violence. Your ruin was displayed for all to see, Sukuna's silent subjects watching with detached, attentive eyes from the shadowed edges of the hall. The heat of their collective gaze was a secondary brand against your skin, almost as sharp as the one his hands were leaving on your hips.
A thick, calloused thumb swiped roughly across your bottom lip, dragging you back to the present, to the searing red eyes locked on your face. "Shall I repeat myself?” He gave a deliberate, rolling thrust upwards, a motion that made you see stars and your body bow backwards, a silent scream etched on your face. The twin heads of his cocks ground against opposing, sensitive walls, a dual-point assault that had tears welling in the corners of your eyes.
His nostrils flared, drinking in the scent of your distress and slick. “Pathetic. You come to my throne, dressed in nothing but my scent and your own audacity, and now you play the overwhelmed omega." One large hand left your hip to fist in the loose fabric of the kimono you'd stolen, yanking it down to expose your shoulder and the curve of one breast to the watching court. "You wanted an audience. Now you have one.“
He began to move in earnest then, a ruthless, piston-like rhythm that had your body jolting forward with each drive. The ornate wood of his throne groaned in protest beneath your combined weight, a creaking counterpoint to the wet, slapping sounds of your union.
His cocks moved in a devastating tandem, as one retreated, the other pressed forward, ensuring there was never a moment of respite, only a constant, stretching repetition.
"Don't be rude." His grip on your chin was iron, forcing your gaze to the sea of shadowed faces. Your blurred vision could barely make them out, but you felt their attention like a physical weight, a humiliation that somehow coiled tighter in your belly, hotter and more desperate.
A particularly brutal upward thrust stole the air from your lungs. Your head fell back, a broken moan finally tearing free. It seemed to ignite him further.
"There it is," he snarled, his own composure fraying. His hips stuttered, losing their imperial rhythm for a sloppy, frantic pace. The sweet, spiced scent of him thickened, becoming overpowering, a command that made your very bones feel liquid.
His free hand slipped between your thighs, his thumb finding your swollen clit with unerring, cruel accuracy. The added stimulation was a lightning strike. Your internal walls, already stretched and fluttering, convulsed around him in a vicious, rippling squeeze.
A guttural, punched-out "Fuck!" burst from his lips. His jaw went slack, those crimson eyes rolling back before pinning you with a look of primal triumph. Deep within, you felt the first hot, thick pulse of his release, followed immediately by the insistent swelling at the base of both shafts-twin knots, beginning to inflate and lock him inside.
The sensation triggered your own shattering climax. It was less a wave and more a seizure, a white-hot detonation that ripped through you with silent, breathless intensity.
Your cunt clamped down on him in rhythmic, brutal pulses, milking the endless, scalding rush of his seed as it flooded you, a claiming so profound you felt it in your teeth.
Definitely your best idea yet.
KENTO ♡ NANAMI
“Honey, O-oh,” he groaned, gripping your hips even tighter, filling the room with his pheromones. That scent sun-warmed lemons, a tinge of rosemary, thick and heady, as he drove up into you from where he stood between your spread thighs on the kitchen counter. The forgotten sandwich you'd been making for lunch was now a mess of scattered lettuce and torn bread on the floor.
His tailored trousers were a dark puddle around his polished shoes, his belt buckle a cold, hard bite against the soft underside of your ass with every deep, claiming thrust. You were braced against the cold marble, your back arching, fingers scrambling for purchase against the sleek surface.
"Missed me that much?" you panted, the words dissolving into a sharp cry as he angled his hips, that thick, familiar ridge of his cock dragging over a spot that made your toes curl against his suit-clad thighs.
"Bedroom was too far,' he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly thing that vibrated through your chest where he leaned over you, his formal shirt straining across his broad shoulders. "It's been so long since I’ve seen you.”
He punctuated the confession with a rolling grind, the base of his cock, already swollen with the promise of his knot, pressing insistently against your desperate, fluttering entrance. Your slick was a filthy, generous soak between you, the sound of it obscene and perfect in the kitchen.
“It’s been 4 hours-”
"That's too long," Nanami breathed, his usually stoic face etched with a raw, freaky hunger that made your inner Omega sing. He released one hip to slide a large, calloused hand up your side, thumb brushing the swell of your breast. "Needed my perfect wife, my omega.”
He pulled almost all the way out, the head of his cock catching on your rim, before slamming back in with a force that rocked you up the island. A ceramic salt shaker teetered and fell, shattering on the tiles. You didn't care. All you could see was the blown-out black of his pupils, his scent full of need.
"So sweet,” he grunted, his rhythm growing more frantic, less refined. The polite, meticulous alpha was unraveling. “Don't ever want to leave your side, ever.”
You clawed at his shirt, popping a button. “Yes, yes, Kento, please- I want it, want your knot-” He crushed his mouth to yours, swallowing your pleas. The kiss was all teeth and shared breath, a far cry from his usual chaste pecks. He tasted like the coffee he'd had at work. When he broke away, his lips were slick, and his breath was coming in ragged puffs.
He murmured something you didn't hear clearly. “My wife. Taking me so well.” He shifted his grip, hands sliding under your thighs, hiking them up higher over his arms. The new angle was devastating, his cock spearing into you.
You were babbling, a stream of yes and alpha and more as the pressure built, coiling tight in your belly. His thrusts became shorter, harder, his hips stuttering. You could feel him swelling, the thick, delicious bulge of his knot beginning to catch and stretch you even wider with each punishing drive.
Your climax tore through you, a silent scream breaking into a shattered cry as you clenched around him, your body milking his own release. With a guttural groan that was pure animal satisfaction, he buried himself to the hilt, his knot finally locking, with an intense, full-to-bursting pressure that had you seeing white.
Hot pulses of his cum flooded you, a relentless, claiming heat that seeped into your very core. You could feel it, the overflow already starting to trickle down, sticky and warm where your bodies were joined. He held himself there, pressed deep, his forehead against your collarbone, his big body trembling with the force of it.
He nuzzled your scent gland, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. "Ruined my shirt," he observed, his voice husky and spent. You laughed, attempting to smooth out the wrinkles on the previously pristine shirt. “I'll just change it, don't worry.”
SUGURU ♡ GETO
This has to be love; he's in love. For the first time in his life, he was seeing hearts in his eyes. The scent of you was everywhere, filling his lungs; digging itself into his skin. His rut makes his senses even more sensitive.
He had you folded over the edge of the bed, his big body a mountain at your back, pinning you down into the mattress. One of his hands gripped the meat of your hip hard enough to bloom bruises you'd wear tomorrow. His cock was a brutal, relentless piston, carving a deep, slick path into your pussy, over and over.
You could only cry out his name; the sound punched out of you with every drive of his hips. He was hitting a spot so deep it made your vision blur, each thrust sparking white behind your eyelids. The wet, filthy noise of your joining was obscene, a rhythmic squelch that seemed to feed him.
“My alpha, Suguru!” you choked out, fingers scrambling against the rumpled sheets.
A low, approving growl vibrated through his chest and into your spine. His hand left your hip, sliding around your front, dipping low, his calloused fingers finding your clit with unerring accuracy. The dual assault was too much-the deep, stretching fullness, the clever, circling pressure—and a broken cry tore from your throat.
The knot at the base of his length was already swelling, a thick, insistent pressure that stretched you wider with every pass. The promise of it, the certainty, tipped you over the edge. Your climax ripped through you, a seismic wave of sensation that clenched violently around his driving length, and you sobbed his name into the mattress.
The feeling of your tight, fluttering channel squeezing his knot pulled a ragged, almost wounded sound from him. "Fuck! Fuck, yes.”
He stilled, buried to the hilt, his body a trembling, sweating weight atop you. His lips found the gland at the nape of your neck, scenting you, marking you in the most primal way, and he began to cum. It wasn't gentle. It was a violent, pulsing flood, hot jets of it painting your walls, so deep and so much you felt your belly cramp with the overwhelming fullness. He groaned, long and low and utterly spent, his hips giving tiny, aborted rolls against your ass to pump every last bit of himself into you.
He kissed you, deep and slow and filthy with the taste of shared exertion. When he finally broke away, he rested his forehead against yours, his long black hair falling around you like a curtain. “Let's get married.”
“We are…”
SHIU ♡ KONG
Shiu's hand was already high on your thigh, his thumb stroking possessive circles through the silk of your dress.
"Park the car, Shiu. Now."
A low, rough sound escaped him, part laugh, part growl. He swung the wheel hard, tires kissing the curb of a darkened side street. Before the engine's shudder died, he was on you. He muttered something in Korean against your lips, his hands already pushing the sleek fabric of your dress up your thighs.
Too many people. His fingers, blunt and demanding, hooked into the sides of your panties and tore them clean away. The sound of ripping lace was obscene in the quiet car. “I hate those get-togethers, so useless when I could be doing much better things.”
He didn't bother with his belt, just unzipped his slacks and freed himself. His cock sprang heavy and thick against your thigh, already weeping, the vein along the underside pulsing visibly. The head, a ruddy, flushed purple, nudged against your soaking entrance. The primal, needy ache in your core clenched around nothing, slick coating him instantly. “Shiu, hurry,” you whined.
"I know, I know," he hissed, sassy even in his urgency. His hand smoothed up your back, a contradictory, gentle gesture as he guided you onto him with a single, brutal thrust. The stretch was immediate, breathtaking, a delicious burn that made your eyes roll back.
"Ah, you take me so perfectly. Every fucking time." Each deep, grinding drive of his hips rubbed that delicious upward curve of him. Your nails are scoring down the crisp cotton of his shirt. You were unraveling, the coil in your belly winding tighter with every brutal, perfect stroke. The scent of vanilla and wilderness was all-consuming.
He leaned back, pulling you with him so you were straddling his lap, his length buried to the hilt. The new angle was deeper, more intimate. He watched, dark eyes glazed with lust, as your breasts strained against your dress. With a deft, rough movement, he tugged the neckline down, his mouth latching onto a peaked nipple, sucking harshly.
"Shiu... please," you begged, your hips stuttering in frantic circles.
"Please what?" he teased, his tongue circling the aching bud. "Use your words, baby."
“Knot me,” you whined, the omega need raw and undeniable in your voice. "I need it... need you to fill me up.” A feral grin spread across his lips.
“I love the way you think.” His thrusts became shorter, harder, more purposeful. You could feel him swelling at the base, the telltale thickening of his knot beginning to press against your already-stretched entrance. The sensation pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, a scream from your lips as your cunt clamped and fluttered around him, milking him desperately.
With a choked, guttural curse, he buried his face in your neck, his hips giving a few final, jerking thrusts before he shoved forward, locking himself inside you. The knot popped past your rim, a glorious, unbearable fullness that had you gasping.
“Don’t tap out on me, you asked for this.”
SATORU ♡ GOJO
It was like the heavens blessed Satoru, cursing you in the way. When checking you cycle, Satoru failed to tell you his rut fell on the same week. He was already a stamina demon, but his rut was like nothing else; once you spent 4 days in bed rest after a week of straight sex. It was great…in the moment.
The aftermath was like getting run over by a semitruck and thrown off a cliff. Your heat and his rut at the same time might just kill you.
“Isn't this great, wifey!” Satoru grinned through his delusion. “You and I experiencing this t-together?” All he received was a desperate moan in response. Your body moving in instinct, hips chasing that delicious high. “I know you love it too.”
He's so fucking weird.
His hands are everywhere, big and possessive, mapping the desperate arch of your back as you rut against him like an animal. The air is thick with the smell of sex and him - that sharp, ozone-crackle of his cursed energy, gone wild and musky with rut. It clogs your throat, becomes the only thing you breathe.
"Say it," he growls, the playful lilt gone, sanded down to something raw and demanding. One palm splays over your lower belly, pressing down, and you feel it-the obscene, almost full stretch of him inside you, a hard, tangible lump beneath his hand. "Say you love it."
"Who's jokin'?" He nips your earlobe, a sharp, playful sting. One hand slides up from your waist, fingers splaying over your lower stomach, pressing down. A choked cry punches out of you. There, under his palm, you can both feel it-the faint, impossible bulge of him, the outline of his greed distorting you.
"Lookit that. Already halfway there. My perfect little omega, takin' me like a champ. Gonna marry you all over again when I'm done. Gonna fuck you so good you'll say 'I do' screaming." You can't. Your words are just wet, fractured sounds against the column of his sweaty throat. Your hips stutter, a broken rhythm, and he seizes control, his own powerful thrusts slamming up to meet you, nailing that deep, blinding spot with terrifying accuracy. It scratches an itch in your brain you didn't know existed, turning your vision white at the edges.
"C'mon, sweetheart," he pants, his voice a rough whisper against your ear. His teeth graze the lobe, a promise of a bite. "You're so pretty when you're dumb for me. Almost as pretty on our wedding day." He punctuates the sentence with a brutal upward drive that makes you see stars, your body bowing backwards. "Could do that, over and over again.”
He's delirious, fever-hot, and talking nonsense, but the image of you in white, trembling and ruined by him at the altar, sends a filthy shock straight to your already pulsing core. You clench around him, a tight, involuntary spasm, and he barks out a laugh that's half groan.
"Oh- knew you liked that idea." His other hand fists in your hair, not pulling, just holding, anchoring you in the storm of him. His hips piston up, the slick, meaty sound of your bodies meeting filling the room. "My good wife. Takin' me so deep, fuck- look at you."
He guides your own trembling hand to join his on your stomach, forcing your fingers to press into the soft flesh. You can feel him. The thick, relentless slide of his cock is imprinting itself on you from the inside out. A tiny, visible bulge with every unforgiving thrust. Your jaw goes slack, drool beading at the corner of your mouth.
Satoru watches it happen, his bright blue eyes, usually full of mirth, now darkened with a feral, hungry intensity. He swipes his thumb through the spit at your lip, then brings it to his own mouth, sucking it clean without breaking eye contact. "Messy," he murmurs, the word vibrating against your skin. "I love it, love you.”
The pace turns punishing. He's not letting you ride him anymore; he's fucking up into you, using his grip on your hips to slam you down onto him, over and over, the bedframe screeching in protest. Each impact jolts a choked whimper from your lungs. You're so full, stretched to a burning, glorious ache, the relentless friction on your clit pushes you higher, higher.
"Gonna come," you rasp, the first coherent thing you've said in what feels like ages. “ ‘Toru, please, I'm gonna-”
"Yeah?" he snarls, his own control fraying. His breaths are ragged gusts against your cheek.
"Do it. Come all over my cock. Make a mess for me. Then I'm gonna fill this sweet pussy up 'til it's dripping. Gonna pump you so full you'll feel me for days." He nuzzles into your neck, his voice dropping to a possessive, guttural rasp. "Maybe put a baby in you this time. A little Gojo, how fun."
The vulgar promise, your orgasm detonates, a seismic wave that seizes every muscle, milking his cock in frantic, pulsing ripples as you convulse against him. A broken keen is the only sound you can manage.
"Fuck, fuck," he chokes out, and you feel him swell, feel the hot, sudden gush as he follows you over. It's endless, pump after thick pump flooding your clenching walls, so much it seems to have no end, a scalding rush that has you sobbing from the overwhelming fullness.
"Wow," he breathes, a playful, wicked light returning to his crazed eyes. He dips a single finger into the mess, gathering it up. He holds your dazed gaze as he brings it to his lips, licking it clean with a slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue. A low, satisfied hum rumbles in his chest. “You taste so sweet on your heat.”
Round... something. Six? Seven? The numbers bled together after the sun set for the second time (you think). The concept of a bed was abandoned hours ago. He'd taken you against the balcony doors, the cool glass a shock against your fevered front while he burned at your back.
Then, on the floor of the shower, water didn't even turn on, his knees grinding into the tile. The dinner table bore the brunt of his hunger next, your palms squeaking against the glass. Now, you're in the hallway, halfway to nowhere, his body a crushing, magnificent weight on top of you. You think he transported both of you, no idea if it was intentional or not. The plush runner is bunched under your back. He's got you in a mating press so deep your soul feels rearranged. His hands pin your wrists above your head, his white hair plastered to his forehead, those blinding blue eyes wild and unfocused, seeing only you, through you.
"Gonna fill you up," he snarls, the words raw and ragged. "It'll take." There's no finesse now, just a relentless, pounding rhythm that shakes the pictures on the walls. Your body seizing around him, a tight, fluttering fist sucking his cock in with each thrust.
You come with a broken scream, your back arching off the floor, every nerve ending detonating. It triggers his own collapse. A guttural roar tears from his throat, a sound of pure, unraveling instinct, as he buries his head into your scent gland, breathing in the source of your scent. It's a flood, a searing rush that feels endless, painting your insides white, overfilling you until hot, sticky rivulets leak out around the still-throbbing junction of your bodies.
The light is wrong. It's not the soft grey of your bedroom dawn, but the bright, accusing yellow of the midday sun slicing through the formal living room curtains—a room you never use. You wake up cold and stiff, drenched. Dried sweat, sticky patches of other things, and a scent that is overwhelmingly, unabashedly sex.
You're tangled in what was once a sheer curtain, now ripped from its rod and wrapped around your legs like a shroud. Satoru is a mountain of bare, scarred flesh half-sprawled across the velvet settee, one leg dangling off, his face pressed into a cushion. A shattered vase lies in a puddle of old water by the antique writing desk. You have no memory of this room. The last concrete memory is of his teeth on your shoulder in the hallway.
Satoru groans, shifting. A crust of dried white streaks lines the inside of his thigh. His eyes slit open, that devastating blue cloudy with confusion. He scans the ravaged room, the evidence of their frenzy, then his gaze lands on you, shivering and painted in the same filth. “So that's where you went.”
❝ it's been two years since you and shoko have seen the group that made up your friends in college- satoru, suguru, sukuna, kento, toji, shiu, hiromi, and choso. on a whim, satoru decides to host an exclusive halloween bash at his totally-not-spooky cabin in the woods. he promises all the best; free booze, good times, hot tubs, and the best costumes money can buy. what could possibly go wrong?
well- maybe the killer instincts hiding among your once tight-knit group of friends. ❞
꒷꒦꒷ cw ; mdni, 18+ only. inspired by your typical slasher film/game, please expect all the typical warnings of the genre. graphic descriptions of violence, blood, gore, injuries and death, sometimes played off in a comedic way. use of knives and guns. use of alcohol and cannabis. mentions and implied use/peddling of harder drugs. costumed killers. monsters. serial killers. reader needs to get her priorities straight. smut. piv. oral (m! and f! receiving). handjobs. fingering. biting. marking. monsterfucking. manhandling. size kink. voyeurism. praise. degradation. thigh riding. sex at inappropriate times. each ending will be tagged accordingly.
꒷꒦꒷ wc ; 90k estimated.
welcome killers and survivors alike to my 2025 halloween event! please read the intro here and choose your romantic interest to pursue for the night at the bottom of this post.
each route has a different killer- or killers- although you'll see recurring themes throughout each one should you choose to try your luck with each man!
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Cozy, Satoru had called it.
Tucked within a pocket of trees just up the hill from where you had parked, his cabin sits slightly askew on uneven land. You scrutinize every detail of the worn wooden outer walls of the structure as the word echoes in your head. Acorns and Pine Cones decorate the fall ground, crunching beneath your sneakers as you shift.
Cozy.
You’re not so sure the wooden building fits that description. You suppose it’s fitting for Halloween, but it does make you feel as though you’re five minutes from stepping into some cheesy slasher film.
You would say the vibe is a bit more… like a run-down cabin that needs a little TLC, but you suppose maybe the outside is just weathered. After all, your old friend did mention that his parents have owned it for a while.
Still. What an oversell.
As you skeptically peer up at the structure, you’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t hear the sound of fallen pine needles and leaves crunching beneath heavy footsteps.
“Hey, doll.”
You jolt, turning to face your old friend-turned famous football player, Toji Zenin- scratch that, Toji Fushiguro- who you’re shocked to find actually made it. He’s sporting his signature jersey and a couple of black stripes across each cheek, just about the most half-assed attempt at a Halloween costume you’ve seen. Still, he did manage to make time for your old group, which you’re admittedly grateful for.
“Toji!” You grin, greeting him with a polite hug. He returns it with enough fervor to make you squeak under his strength. Just as you pull back, you spot his closest friend-turned-manager coming up the hill behind him.
“Do I need to remind you that I’m not your caddy, asshole?” Shiu spits from around the cigarette settled between his lips, an unimpressed look on his face as he dumps Toji’s bags beside the brute unceremoniously. Before the football player gets a chance to reply, Shiu’s brow is raised as his eyes find you. “Well, shit. Look who it is,” he greets you with a side hug.
“Hey Shiu!”
“Lookin’ good, love the cowgirl costume. Very classy,” he compliments your cute pink attire, his eyes shamelessly trailing on the plump of your ass that your shorts barely cover. “I’m a fan.”
You laugh, dipping your hat gratefully at his compliment off as your cheeks warm. “Thanks, Shiu. I love the uh- salaryman attire?” You make your best guess, but in truth he’s just in a suit.
He chuckles, moving his cigarette to his fingers. “Nah. We just got off a plane from Toj’s press conference. Sorry to disappoint.”
“No, you both look great,” you grin.
“You seen anyone else yet?” Toji inquires, giving you a light nudge.
“Not yet, but I got a text from Hiromi right before losing service. He’s almost here.”
Toji hums thoughtfully. “You keep up with him after graduating?”
“Not really,” you sigh honestly. “I kinda fell out of touch with everyone aside from Shoko. Kento and I try to meet up every now and then, though.”
“The reality of life,” Shiu shrugs. “I hear from Sukuna and Choso every so often.”
You wince at the mere thought. “Sukuna’s coming?”
Shiu smirks knowingly. “He is. Sorry, doll.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine! Water under the bridge,” you sheepishly reply, trying to set aside thoughts of seeing your former situationship once again. You’re both adults and it’s been three years. You can just avoid Sukuna if worst comes to worst. There’s enough people here to keep your attention away from that asshole and his inability to commit.
Besides, his little brother Choso was always sweet to you, junior to you by only a year. There’s no reason for you to be so wary about seeing him, at the very least.
You can just keep Sukuna at arms’ length.
Speaking of the devil, an obnoxiously large Jeep with a black matte wrap rolls up entirely too fast for your comfort, barreling up the hill Satoru specifically warned you all to walk up. The bass pumping from the vehicle shuts off as Sukuna and Choso hop out.
They both look good. Choso has put on a lot of muscle, filling out his baggy clothes with new piercings decorating his face. Sukuna rounds the car with a joint held between two fingers, carrying the bravado of a man entirely too cocky for his own good. Safe to say the one man you’re not so sure about hasn’t changed one bit. So, that’s just great.
“You haven’t changed one bit, huh?” Toji grins at Sukuna in spite of his mocking tone. He extends his fist to Sukuna, who bumps it without a word, silently offering a hit of his blunt.
Brushing his pink-dyed hair back with long fingers, Sukuna puffs out a sigh, smoke spreading before him. “Damn, was this a costume party?” He carries that same aloof expression as he stares down at his dark denim jacket and baggy torn jeans.
Snorting, Toji nods. “You two forget?”
“Yeah. Busy,” Sukuna excuses himself with a shrug and no regard for the party.
Honestly, you’re shocked all four of the men at your side were able to make it at all. Satoru and Suguru were a given, Kento and Hiromi could be convinced, Toji and Shiu had the excuse of travel, but Sukuna and Choso? You’d just figured they couldn’t give a damn enough to be here. They’d always been a bit on the outskirts of your group, mostly by choice- they prioritized their weed side-hustle more than you, something you had learned the hard way.
Sukuna’s disinterested and mildly stoned crimson irises sweep the cabin once, before turning to settle on you. There’s a slight twitch in his eye as his gaze drinks you in and you find yourself shivering as goosebumps raise along your arms. You’re not sure you care to know what he’s thinking.
“Alright, well I’m goin’ inside,” Toji decides as silence stretches on. He and Shiu begin their bickering as the former Zenin snarkily tries to get his manager and friend to take his bags, only to get a swift kick to the shin.
Choso quietly observes before leading the way up to the door. He tests the handle and pushes inside upon realizing it’s open. As Toji and Shiu sort themselves out and head in next, you trail after them. Tugging your bag up over your shoulder, you just barely catch a familiar baritone voice calling out for you to wait.
Flipping in place, you catch the warm smile of a very tired law student in his final year. His hair is longer than when you last saw him, a few stray brown strands falling across his forehead. “Hiro!” You grin as he jogs up to you.
Letting the door shut behind you, you step back out to hug him. He fixes you with a kind smile, his sunken gaze taking in your appearance. “Your costume is cute,” he speaks matter-of-factly, not daring to let his gaze linger too long like your friends with far less decorum. Always polite, he takes a step back to show off his own.
“I’m glad I’m not the only one who put in a bit of effort,” you laugh, admiring his cheesy Superman- no, Clark Kent- costume. It’s fitting for him, and the Superman tee beneath has a certain cheesy charm to it. “That’s fun, I love it Hiro.”
“Thanks,” he smiles, averting his gaze for a brief moment. “Am I the last one here?”
“I think we’re still waiting on Ken,” you muse. “I haven’t seen Shoko, Sugu or Satoru yet, but I heard them inside.”
“Hopefully I didn’t keep anyone waiting too long.”
You shake your head, pushing the door back open for him. “No, I just got here and everyone else literally just headed inside. You’re barely late.”
“Ah, good to hear. So, that means you saw Sukuna?”
“Don’t remind me,” you groan. “I’m just looking forward to a stress-free fun night of booze and beer pong and forgetting that guy ever existed.”
Amused, the almost-lawyer blows air out of his nose in a hint of a laugh. “Well, if you need time away from him, give me a shout.”
“Thanks, Hiro.”
Pushing into the cabin, you take in the sights as you drop your back to the ground beside Hiromi’s. You’re pleased to find that with the fireplace lit in the center of the large living area, the cabin is considerably cozier inside. The slasher vibes seem to end at the front door.
Thank god.
Classic cabin attire decorates the large open living space with three couches surrounding the crackling fireplace and a TV hung over the mantle. Red plaid blankets and pillows are tossed carelessly across the furniture and a stuffed bison head hangs just before the entry to the kitchen. A large staircase can be found at the back of the room, leading up to the seven rooms this place apparently boasts.
Light floods from the door that you assume leads to the kitchen just as Satoru and Suguru make their way out from the kitchen.
“You all made it!” Satoru grins, greeting each of you with a tight hug. He’s grown considerably, no longer the twig he was back in your early college days. He fills his shirt out nicely, the material pulled taut around muscular shoulders, though you can barely tell under his plastic chainmail. There’s a hint of dark circles forming beneath his eyes, but you chalk that up to life as an adult. Or maybe costume makeup.
Probably the former.
Suguru, on the other hand… he looks a lot happier, and healthier for that matter. Maybe that’s just the part of you that’s still attached to your ex-boyfriend, doomed by distance after you moved overseas. With no bad blood between you, he offers a soft smile as he stands aside to let Satoru greet everyone first. As Satoru launches into chatter with Toji, Suguru slips through the crowd to approach you.
“Hey,” his smooth timbre remains low as those golden eyes slowly take in your appearance. “You look great.”
“Thanks, Sugu,” you keep your voice low as heat creeps up your neck, reaching the tips of your ears. You’re forced to avert your gaze from the attention his presence always seems to demand, completely effortlessly. Finding your footing, you can’t fight your smile any longer as you take in his costume.
A baggy white shirt hangs loosely from his shoulders with a vest tied tightly over it. An eyepatch dangles around his neck that you assume he got sick of, while his hair is half-tied up.
“You make a good pirate,” you compliment him.
Those calculated golden eyes you once fell so hard for slide down the length of your body, the fire beneath his smirk scarcely hidden. “You make a gorgeous cowgirl.”
You have to chew on your lower lip as you sheepishly thank him. When you look up, you catch a glimpse of blonde behind Suguru’s large form, alongside Shoko. Your eyes light up at the sight of your best friend and the only other member of the group you’ve succeeded at keeping in touch with.
“Satoru, I already told you, just because I’m dressed as a chef does not mean I’ll cook for you,” he gripes, mild irritation laced within his voice as he shoots the white-haired business mogul a frown.
“C’mon Nanamin, I was just saying hi,” Satoru groans, a mischievous glint in his eye as he uses Kento’s most loathed nickname. “I’ll be right back!”
You turn your attention back to Suguru briefly. “I’m gonna go say hi. Catch up later?”
Suguru gives you a warm nod with a soft ‘take care’, murmured only to you as you slip past him.
“I can’t believe you didn’t wanna drive with me,” you poke fun at Shoko despite the fact that she’d given you a perfectly reasonable answer when you’d asked earlier.
She pulls you into a hug despite having seen her yesterday. “You know how far the hospital is from us,” she retorts, indulging your teasing. Pulling back, you take note of her scrubs and narrow your eyes as you scrutinize the red drops across her sleeve.
“Please tell me these are clean.”
“They were until Satoru pulled out red food dye,” she shoots a snarky side-eye his way.
“Thank god.” Her scrubs are still about as half-assed of a costume as Toji’s, but at least they’re clean.
Turning your attention to the patient man off to the side in a cute chef’s hat, you grin. “Ken, hey!” You greet the blonde with a bear hug, who welcomes you with open arms.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he hums, pulling back from the hug to briefly remove his glasses. He rubs at his eyes before replacing them on the bridge of his nose and adjusting his apron. “I thought I arrived in a timely manner, but I was far too early and have been stuck as someone’s personal chef since then,” he shakes his head.
“The asshole immediately put us to work,” Shoko groans in agreement.
“Sorry to hear it,” you giggle. “In Satoru’s defense, Kento is dressed like a chef.”
“For Halloween,” he states dryly.
“I like it, it suits you.”
“I appreciate that,” he sighs, “still not Satoru’s chef,” he adds, taking a step back to look over the filled room as everyone begins to fall into conversation.
“Alright, alright!” Satoru beams, rubbing his hands together like an eager fly as he gathers the group’s attention. “Nanamin and I are just finishing up dinner-”
“We are not-”
“- so! Make yourselves at home. There’s seven rooms and a bunch of couches so pick your poison. Nothing’s off limits. All the alcohol’s in the wine cellar, but be careful down there, the door gets stuck sometimes.”
With that, Satoru’s totally normal cabin Halloween party commences.
which survivor, killer, or potential victim would you like to test your luck with?
꒷꒦꒷ a/n ; hello!! thank you so much for reading <33 i'll be trying to get every chapter out over the course of october, but please bear with me if i run over since all chapters have gotten longer than expected :) you'll see a lot of horror movie and game inspiration coming from things like until dawn, saw, friday the 13th, scream, scary movie, classic monster movies, as well as knives out. i hope you enjoy!
i'll only be doing a 50 person taglist + my permatags.
it’s your week to have megumi, but when you ask toji too help you out a saturday evening, and stay over with megumi. he couldn’t say no, not once he realised his ex-wife was going on a date.
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”so, now I don’t want to play with yuji anymore…” megumi mumbles as the two of you are colouring in some blank sheets primary school gave him for homework.
”oh, baby. I’m sure if yuji knew how much you wanted that last cookie, he wouldn’t have taken it.” you run a hand through you’re eight year olds spikey black hair.
”hm,” he shrugs his small shoulders while filling in pikachus tail with precision. ”then, maybe I’ll forgive him…” even though your son was such a little grumpy pie, he was still the most adorable thing you could ask for.
”’gumi, you are such a sweet boy. maybe we can call yuji over tomorrow?” you smile while giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“if I’m not too tired.” he continues colouring, and you just lean back in the kitchen stool, scrolling lazily.
until you get a call.
“hi, toji.” your sweet voice breaks through the ringing, megumis ears perk up immediately.
“where are you going tonight?” he asks with a dark voice. your ex-husband doesn’t spare you a soft conversation, no, he needed to know why you suddenly needed his help.
see, you had texted him this morning, asking if he could jump in with megumi for tonight.
“the babysitter I call sometimes is sick, and I’m going out for a few hours. so I can’t leave ‘gumi alone.”
toji huffs, that wasn’t what he had asked now, was it? he asked you where you were going.
“well, I can’t tonight.” he chuckles, “guess you’ ain’t goin’ nowhere then.”
ever since the divorce you hadn’t asked toji for one favor, not one. and today, when you only need him for a few hours between six and nine, he responds so distantly.
“it’s from six, I promise I’ll make it up to you when it’s your turn to go out!”
“nah, ain’t happenin’, sweetheart.”
your shoulders tense at the nickname but you continue. “it’s only for a few hours, I won’t be out til’ late.” you try reasoning with him but. “I really can’t cancel this date.”
the word slips out you effortlessly, like they didn’t mean anything, like it didn’t matter at all. but toji feels his entire body give out, he could collapse on the floor of his messy apartment right now.
he knew it.
and he was not happy with it at all. a date. he rolls his eyes.
ever since the divorce, toji has been doing everything he possible could to become a better man, for you, for the family.
and it was working, from weekends to full weeks he finally got fifty-fifty custody and he had found a less intimidating work of line. and it was all for you. for megs.
soon, he would be the perfect husband, perfect dad, and the three of you could be happy together again.
but, that future would be completely out of sight if you somehow found yourself some new dude to love.
even though he had already decided he would come over to help you with megumi, literally the second you texted him, he had to tease you until he got the information he wanted.
and now that he knew, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to know more details. not unless he was ready to kill someone.
actually, scratch that, he wanted to know everything.
“a date, huh?” he mocks and you mentally face palm yourself, it felt almost a bit embarrassing to tell your ex-husband about having a date.
telling him made it feel so real.
it felt like toji could see right through you, like he could see past your facade and find right to your desperate attempt at earning the slightest bit of affection.
because, with full honesty, that’s exactly what you were. deperate.
and when shiu, the single dad from megumis school had started flirting with you, it was very hard to pretend not to like the sudden attention.
attention you were deprived of during yours and tojis marrrige, and even more deprived once you got divorced.
“uhm,” you gulp “yeah.” you look down at the hem of your pijama pants, fiddeling with it nervously. scared that toji just might take this as an opportunity to judge you.
but before toji could speak up megumi basically jumps onto you, lips creeping up to the speaker.
“dad! are you coming over tonight?” megumi asks enthusiastically, how could toji try to say no to that sweet voice that usually sounds so monotone.
“yeah, megs’. ‘course I am.” you smile with victory, completely oblivious to the fact that tojis mind was already made up the moment he heard your beautiful voice on the phone.
the day proceeds like normally, until five o’clock rolls around. you were almost ready, just a few simple curls missing in your hair when a heavy set of knocks interrupt you.
when you open the door toji stands there, as tall as ever, hands in his pockets. “hey.” he sends you a cocky grin before finally taking in your appearance.
you looked unbelievable.
with a pair of light washed jeans and a white tanktop already sitting so tightly his eyes hurt looking at your chest, breast almost spilling out. paired with a yellow, flowy, sheer chiffon cardigan.
white manicure and pedicure perfected.
your hair tumbled far down your back, reaching your hip with small curls at the ends.
and he noticed everything, your sugary and gourmand perfume, the effort in your makeup. his heart sinks.
“you look beautiful,” his smirk only grows as you let him inside your apartment. mumbling a small “you never dressed up like that for me...” he wasn’t sure you heard.
you did. but you didn’t have it in you to answer him, because he knew that wasn’t true.
finally, toji got to see the inside of your infamous apartment he drove every week to when getting megumi, only, he was never invited inside.
his curiosity on how you truly lived only grew at your dismissiveness.
and now he got his wonders answered. your apartment smelled just as perfect as you. reminding him of the times where your scent was the only thing engulfing him dead at night when you used to lay beside him.
your house clean and neat, probably where megumi gets his clean-freakness from.
always judging tojis apartment when the little boy was staying with him. small side eyes to the messy kitchen, and subtle hits when toji, yet again, orders take out instead of cooking like you did.
“you don’t need to cook anything for tonight, there’s still left-overs in the fridge.” you continue enlightening toji as you walk him through the apartment.
tojis point exactly. you were just always so prepared, amazing wife, an even better mom.
on the other side of the coin, you were worried toji was silently judging you, like he always did.
always throwing mean or snarky comments like everything bad in his life was your fault, because you iniciated the divorce.
yeah.
the divorce was his kryptonite, apperantly.
”oh, and also don’t let him watch cartoon network after 9 because-“
“because they show adult swim, yeah…yeah. he’s my son too, y’know.” he interrupts. right. you forgot toji never lets you utter a full scentence without interrupting you.
“I’m just making sure,” you breath out and his heart sinks, again. he didn’t mean to sound so… douchebag-ish when he spoke to you, especially not when he remembered your sweet tone.
but he couldn’t help it. and the way you were so nice to him, kind, even when he was being rude made him even angrier.
not only because you are shoving what he had lost all up in his face, but because it was all his fault.
you walk back to your room, telling half-napping megumi that his father was here, he runs out.
you finish adjusting the last curls, putting a pair of white sandals on. it was in the middle of july, and shiu was taking you to some beach bar.
that was all the information you got so you figured you could wear something a little summery.
as you walk out, a small purse in hand, tojis breath hitches and megumi looks up at you from his place on the couch in awe.
“woah! you are so pretty, mom!” he jumps up and runs over to you, hugging you tightly.
you pout at his cuteness, your usually so nonchalant son being very chalant in this moment. “thank you, baby.” you hug him back so tightly.
it really sucked you had to leave him tonight, when it was your week. but you had already cancelled with shiu so many times, you were afraid he thought he was bothering you. and he wasn’t at all.
“be good with daddy, okay?” you say and toji starts making his way over too the both of you.
“he’ll be good,” toji grins, “don’t stay out too long, daddy’s gonna be waitin’,” toji dares to chuckle at you, you should’ve known not to reffer to him as that.
not while you were together, and not while he was standing right infront of you, using it against you. just like now.
you stand kind of stunned as megumi lets go of you and runs back to whatever was occupying him before.
you, again, don’t have it in you to answer toji. not when he was being so silly.
your phone lights up with a text message, it’s shiu saying he’s arrived with his car to pick you up.
“is that your suitor?” toji mutters.
“that’s not what he is…” you look down at your feet. his comments always got you, and you were always left stuttering and wondering why you even decided to let him in, let him close to you again.
“‘sure seems like it.”
“he’s a friend.” you feel the tension building up. “don’t look at me like I’m doing something wrong…”
“m’ not.” he says coldly, but he was, you knew that look so well.
you sigh. “sure, ‘ji.” his brow twitches at the nickname. “I don’t act like this when you go out to bars with your ladies.”
he huffs. “don’t be jealous, sweetheart.” that’s all he could get out, he couldn’t even explain to you that he hadn’t been with another woman since five months ago, aka since your divorce.
but how was he supposed to say that when he knew it wouldn’t change anything, he had to change completely before he could let you in to the man he was becoming.
but what he didn’t understand was that he was only pushing you further away.
“toji, you never grow up, do you?” you whisper exhaustively, turing around and walking out, leaving toji standing in the hallway, alone, wishing he could just shut the fuck up sometimes.
”hm, so she doesn’t talk about me at all?” toji ask his seven year old son, again.
“noooo, dad!” megumi answers annoyed, his father had been asking these supid questions ever since you left.
does she ask about me?
does she miss me?
do you think she thinks about me?
“can you throw the dice now?” megumi asks pushing the ludo dices closer to toji with his hand.
“whatever,” toji grunts.
he had been mentally torturing himself trying to figure out who you were going on this date with, especially when he understood that megumi knew who it was, but won’t tell.
“megs, why won’t ya’ just tell me who it is? is this how you choose to betray your father?” megumi gives toji a deadly look.
“‘cause, your gonna be mean and I like him.” tojis eyes widen, like him? his own son is protecting another man who is about to steal you away. “he is nice to mom..” megumi explains.
so what? toji is also nice, or he can be.
“yeah? well, he ain’t very nice to me.” toji argues huffing out a jelouse breath.
“yes, he is.” megumi throws the dices, moving forward on the game board, knocking one of his fathers green pawns out.
toji sits stunned, not because his son was winning over him in ludo. but because megumi just dropped the hint that toji, apparently, knows the scum that took you out just now.
“megs… do I know this man?” tojis tone sounds nice but there is something scary underneath, and megumi knows better than to tell him the truth, not blatantly anyways.
“perhaps.”
“son, who taught you to treat your own dad like this.”
“you did, this is how you always answer my question.”
“yeah, yeah.” toji frowns. “what do you want then, huh? money?”
megumi smiles devilishly. “I want to watch the new ghost strike movie mom won’t let me see.”
and after two hours of nothing but ninjas, ghosts and gory action toji and megumi finally walk out the theatres with a half eaten popcorn bucket.
within minutes they were home again, cartoons on in the background as toji warms up some of the rice and stew you made this morning.
“so, ‘deal’s a deal.” toji sits back on the couch, handing megumi a bowl and a spoon.
“you know nobara, from school?” megumi asks, which toji hums in response to, of course he knew that little troublemaker from megumis class.
how could he not, she was always up to something, that girl.
“yeah well… it’s shiu… her dad.” megumi finally says in between bites.
tojis almost breaks the bowl in his hand.
fucking shiu, ha!
that sleezy little bastard.
toji knew shiu very well, he used to train with him in the fight gym near his apartment. they were similar in age and always complained about the kids together.
so, imagine tojis suprise when he finds out, that jackass is the one treating his ex-wife on fancy dates.
his beautiful, incredible, young ex-wife was being hit on by shiu. toji wanted to hurl.
“ha.” is all toji responds with and megumi immediately turns his head sending his father a warning look.
“dad, don’t hurt him.” megumi demands.
“nah, I won’t.” tojis jaw clenches as he utters those words megumi can’t seem to really believe in.
a while into the date you were sitting on a bar stool, next to shiu, sipping on mocktails, enjoying the way shius eyes never seemed to leave you. they didn’t all night.
oh how you missed being looked at like that.
“you should come over for dinner sometime, the kids can play together.” shiu suggests, reffering to your previous conversation about how hard it is to make plans when it’s your week with the kids, because you don’t really want to leave them.
you light up. “shiu, that sounds so great, I really think megumi would like it too!” he smiles at how cute you were.
shiu always thought that, ever since primary school started and he saw you on the pta meetings.
at first, when he started training with toji he didn’t know that the ex-wife toji was reffering to was, well… you.
but, when he sneakily found out you were single, and that toji hadn’t even stepped foot in your new apartment. telling him you were really over.
shiu couldn’t help himself.
you were way too beautiful.
the alcoholfree drink you were sipping on tasted so good you noted to make a citrus and pinapple-y drink for yourself some day.
shiu looks at you with pure interest, his face was so close to your face, the one currently leaning closer to your tall glass. ugh. what a beauty he thought.
you had his mind all scrambled with those dangerous eyes looking right back up on him and those plump lips, perfectly wrapped around the straw of your drink.
he could almost kiss you-
“kong?” a voice interrupts the soft moment between you and shiu. a woman, looking absolutely gasped.
shiu visibly glitches as he tries to answer, shock written all over his face. “h-hey.” he clears his throat.
“okay, wow.” the woman eyes you up and down, a mean face on, “didn’t you just get out of that situation with your wife?”
wife?
you were pretty sure shiu was divorced. you had seen him and nobaras mom before, even met her… she said it herself.
they seemed good, so what was this fuss all about.
“keiko, uhm… this is just a friend, from nobaras school.” he explains, his usual steady demeanour faltering.
just a friend, huh. you were stupid to think otherwise.
“this is crazy!” she points a finger at him. “your wife was right about you! ugh!” she shrieks before stomping away.
“uh,” shiu gulps, not daring to look at you. “-that was a friend of my ex-wifes.”
“shiu, it didn’t sound like she was an ex… I didn’t know- I should go.” you stumble over your words.
how stupid of you to think it was this simple.
that shiu wasn’t just like every other man out there.
“no, uhm… she was talking about my second wife… not nobaras mother.” he mumbles, while clearing his throat, ashamed.
you knew shiu was a bit older than you, even older than toji. but when did he have time to meet yet another woman, and marry her nevertheless.
“we’re still going through with the divorce-“ he pauses when he sees the hurt look on your usally cheery. “it’s complicated.” you sigh.
“I think, I just need to go home now.” you whisper. exhausted about how the men you seem to attract never seem to have their stuff figured out.
such bad luck you had.
“yeah, sure… I’ll drive you.”
even though you really didn’t want to, there was no other way for you to get home, so you let him.
the car ride was silent and you didn’t plan on saying anything at all, never again, really. his chances were burnt away. interest immediately lost.
what a poor excuse of a man.
to think he invited you over for dinner, what? so you could meet his wife face too face. what a joke.
once you reach your apartment you can’t help but mutter a small, “thank you.”
not becuase you were necessarily happy with the night, or because he deserved a thank you. but because your manners told you to, and you were thankful that whatever this thing between the two of you was, ended before it went any further.
your sandals flip flop on the stairs as you make your way to your floor. keys rattling as you reach to open the door, only to see the most light hearted sight you’ve seen this week.
toji was sprawled on the couch, legs set wide apart with megumis arms around his torso, and his chin resting on your little boys head. they were both out, completely exhausted it seemed like.
how cute.
even something so simple as seeing the two of them together again, heated your entire body up, because it reminded you of your early days together.
and even though you already knew toji was a good father, great even. one that always showed up for megumi, even though he pretended he didnt care.
it was just such a long time ago you got to see the two of them together yourself, besides the occasional pictures you got.
you sigh as you look over at the tv, rick and morty was on quitely on cartoon network.
“toji, toji…” you whisper comically as you start picking up the abandoned bowls on the table.
literally the one thing you asked him for was not the cartoon network. but it only earns you a chuckle.
one loud enough for toji to stirr awake. “hey,” his dark, new awoken voice startled you. “welcome back.” he smugly says.
“hi,” you smile sweetly. tojis immediate reaction is to frown, you looked way too happy.
“guessin’ the date went good.” he snarls.
you chuckle, “no, it was terrible, actually.” toji sits up quickly at your confession.
“do I gotta’ beat that dicks ass?” he asks, tone quite serious.
“no, that’s fine. I should’ve expected it.” you laugh. “I mean, since when do things ever work out in my favor, right?” your voice is still sweet and quiet.
like you were making a light hearted joke, but there is something bittersweet laced under there.
maybe it was the truth about it all, but toji noticed it anyway.
“I mean, just look at us.” you mumble, walking into the kitchen with the dirty dishes. that hit toji right in the chest.
he sank back into the couch.
here he was, thinking about what kind of bastard shiu must’ve been, when he was the one that probably took the biggest toll on your heart.
he had no right to judge, especially not if shius the one you wanted to be with.
“hey-“ he calls out to you, carefully peeling megumi off so he could walk up to you. “-if shius the kind of man you want to be with, I’m not here to judge you…” he admitts, clawing at the back of his neck.
you quickly look over to him, a weird feeling settling in your chest.
tojis calm words felt somewhat comforting, comforting enough for you to open up about the night.
“he isn’t divorced yet,” you say coldly. washing the dishes not meeting tojis eyes again.
“huh?” he genuinely gets confused. “yeah he is, talked to his ex-wife just last week.”
“no, with his second wife…” you explain.
oh, what an idiot. toji thinks.
“well, I wasn’t gonna say this but… you were too good for him, princess.” he adds.
whatever…you shake your head. “and according to you who is good enough for me? toji fushiguro, right?” you chuckle.
“nah, he’s the worst,” that earns him a real giggle from your beautiful lips. his heart literally flutters at the sound.
you miss the sound of small feet tapping against the floor until you see, in the corner of your eyes, megumi getting hoisted up onto the counter by toji.
the small intruder was rubbing his eyes with his tiny hands. “what are you two talking about?”
“that your daddy is a little bandit.” you walk over to megumi, ruffling his hair. “just like you, being awake after bedtime.” toji just watches you from next to megumi.
his little family. it sure felt like the good ol’ days for him. standing like this, all three of you.
he can’t even remember th last time it was like this, but he wished he did.
because it hurt him knowing he was taking it all for granted back then.
“yeah, because mommy is so perfect, right?” toji jokes, rolling his eyes playfully, trying to get megumi to agree with his sarcasm, but megumi only pushes his arm. “hey-!”
“mom is perfect.” he mumbles and you give him a tight hug.
after a few moments of funny banter you finally tuck megumi in, his eyes all droopy as he says one last statement before dozing off.
“maybe, dad can come over here more often… so we are together.” and your heart finally sinks.
your poor little boy. all he wanted was the three of you together again.
something you wanted too.
and unbeknownst to you, so did toji.
but it was something the two of you would never say out loud.
and even though you didn’t formally agree to it, or even talk about it. you started inviting toji over for dinner here and there, and toji showed up more often, lingering longer during pick ups.
a/n: a little quick drabble while we wait for ♥︎♣︎♦︎♠︎ all in ♠︎♦︎♣︎♥︎… sorry… I just have so many toji fics marinating in my drafts!!!!! guilty toji lover.
I should probably finish the hakari one before starting one of those but it’s tempting….₍^. .^₎⟆ I’m not sure when the next chapter is coming buuuut, it will be coming soon!!!!
hope you enjoyed this, because I’ve sure enjoyed reading some ex-husband/dilf toji stories myself…
