Warning: sexual content, unprotected sex, sex toys?
Your bunny boyfriend acts all sweet, innocent, and shy around other people, whether they're strangers, friends, or family. Simply the perfect bunny.
But when you're alone, he becomes a completely different person. His libido increases a thousandfold, and all he thinks about is fucking you. In seconds, he'll bend you down on any soft surface so he can fuck you to his heart's content, whether it's the bed, the sofa, or that fur rug he begged you to buy.
Your bunny boyfriend really enjoys pretending you're his dirty bunny. He makes you wear furry bunny ears (which he bought at a costume shop), furry thigh-high stockings, and a white pom-pom-shaped anal plug that looks just like his own.
He has you face down, ass up, drooling on the sheets as he vigorously fucks you from behind. His hands grip your hips tightly, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your smooth skin. He groans and moans, biting his lip as he watches the pom-pom on your ass quiver when your anus contracts and loosens around the metal.
“Y-you... you have to –ugh... k-keep it inside you... n-naughty bunny...”
All you can do is moan as his cock hits your sweet spot again and again. Your hands grip the sheets, his fat balls slapping against your ass repeatedly, leaving a red mark on your fuzzy skin. The wet, dirty sound of slaps fills the room along with the thick smell of sex. His cock throbs inside you, his movements becoming more erratic, feverish like a real bunny in heat. He pinches your clit, making your eyes roll back.
“C-cum on, bunny... c-cum on right now... so your h-husband... can cum inside... y-you...”
His fingers rub and pinch your clit, right where his thick cock goes in and out of you. Your belly clenches and an electric shock travels through your pussy. You come with a sharp moan, your juices soaking his cock, dripping from his balls. The sensation makes his eyes roll back. With one last thrust, he cums, strands of warm, thick semen filling you. His tail twitches and quivers, as do his ears. Looks like you two will have a litter of bunnies very soon ♥︎
INTRODUCTION. You were desperate for a job— desperate enough to call the uncle you haven’t spoken to in years. Somehow, he lands you a position on his farm. Easy work, right?
Wrong.
The moment you arrive, you realize the entire workforce consists of hybrids… all of whom stare at you like you’re their newest curiosity. And as the only human on the farm, you’re starting to wonder what exactly your uncle hired you for.
Just as you’re settling in, he calls out one last instruction:
“Be gentle when servicing my hybrids!”
You freeze as you watch him disappears. And now every hybrid on the farm looks way too excited.
Congratulations. You have no idea what this job is— but the hybrids definitely do.
( ! ) Multiple Male Characters x Reader , porn with little/no plot , short series (?) , crossover , NSFW , smut , potentially ooc characters , HYBRID/FARM AU , heat cycles
( ❤︎ ) Inspired by Mr. A's Farm
( ✎ ) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes I might make in the future fics. And also, please do not be afraid to comment if I misplace or misuse a tag/warning!
( # ) To see more about this series, look at #■■.Farm au !
INTRODUCING our beloved farm hybrids! They’re strong, hardworking, loyal, and—according to your uncle—very eager to meet you. So please, take good care of them, dear. They’ve worked so hard, and they deserve only the best (you). ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
COW HYBRIDS
I. PHAINON — Sub! Phainon , milking/lactating , breeding , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. DILUC — Sub! Diluc , overstimulation , milking/lactating , breeding , Fem! Reader ...etc.
III. MYDEIMOS — Sub! Mydei , overstimulation , rough , manhandling , heat cycles , bondage , use of milking machine , breeding , Male! Reader ...etc.
IV. NANAMI KENTO — Sub! Nanami , heat cycle , milking/lactating , use of milking machine , gn! Reader ...etc.
BULL HYBRIDS
I. TOJI FUSHIGURO — Dom Toji , breeding , knotting , rough sex , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. SUKUNA RYOMEN— Dom Sukuna , rough sex, sadistic sukuna , Fem! Reader , breeding ...etc.
III. BLADE — Switch Blade , bondage, rough sex , Gn! Reader ...etc.
I. WELT YANG — Service Sub! Welt , blowjob , age difference , cum eating , fingering , Male Reader ...etc.
II. CHOSO — Sub! Choso , roleplay , fingering , rough sex , gn! Reader ...etc.
III. HIROMI HIRUGUMA — Sub! Hiromi , sleepy sex , praising , riding , overstimulation , Fem! Reader ...etc.
CHICKEN HYBRIDS
I. DAN HENG — Sub! Dan heng , breeding , egg fertilization , overstimulation , begging , praising , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. ZHONGLI — Sub! Zhongli , overstimulation , fingering , begging , praising , pegging , Fem! Reader ...etc.
III. SUNDAY — Sub! Sunday , lingerie , dacryphilia , overstimulation , rough sex , Gn! Reader ...etc.
SPECIALS !
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( ✎ ) PLEASE NOTE that some of these tags might change and I might add more characters/hybrids if I feel like it! AND EXPECT slow updates and frequent editing in the fics! I’ll be posting each fic in no specific order.
bull hybrid sukuna's only interested in bullfighting until he isn't | 18+
cw: mdni, bullfighting, mentions of breeding, virgin!sukuna, cow hybrid!reader, he's a DICK at first, fluff, handjob, male lactation, tit sucking, thigh humping, 2k words of plot + 1k words of porn (tried to make him look like a bull don't hurt me)
farmer geto and farmhand toji have agreed that it's time to expand sukuna's desirable bloodline. he's against the idea, having no time to help some random woman tend to his babies when he's got matches to win to keep his streak up.
that is, until he sees you at one of his fights, all pretty and utterly bored, gaze sweeping over the arena and him without pause as you chew gum, ears flicking and tail swishing behind you. it throws him off as he's so used to women here pawing at him and rubbing up on him like cat hybrids in heat.
he bristles when your nose scrunches in disgust at the violent sparring before you as if you're some princess forced to be here out of duty. it's your fault that his opponent gets in more blows that usual, ones he fails to block when your eyes meet and you roll yours.
with an earthquaking growl, he body slams the other bull hybrid, the crowd roaring with cheers that quickly descend into a frenzy of screams as everyone scatters when the opponent sails through the air and crashes into the stands.
everyone flees, scared for the lives as the security and handlers try to calm the raging pink-haired man who's huffing and puffing which earns a snort from you. that's when he makes you his target, crimson eyes blacking out like a shark's that just scented blood.
narrowing his eyes into slits, nose wrinkled he bows his head, horns lowered as he charges at you. that finally gets you moving but you don't get far as he crashes into you, caging you with his hulking form, crowding you against the brick wall that encloses the arena.
heart pounding in your throat, you keep your breathing steady, eyes on his and refusing to look away. gravelly grunts and grumbles rumble through his heaving chest, his gaze boring into yours.
if it wasn't for the stone wall, he would have impaled you with his horns which are now pierced into the crumbling surface like an ornament.
“you'd think a man in your sport would have better control of his temper,” you drawl, completely disregarding his frustration that's bubbling and boiling over.
snarling, his lips curl back, ready to cut you down with his creative vocabulary only to be startled when you flick his nose. hard. manicured nails clinking against his septum piercing. it stings as he gives an involuntary whine, eyes watering from the pain.
“kindly remove yourself from my proximity and go clean up,” you tell him and while your voice is polite, it's more of a command than a suggestion. “you reek.”
right, sukuna thinks, he's caked in dirt and sweat. he's meek for some reason. perhaps it's your scent that's a heady cocktail of milk, apples and warmth, it makes him feel a bit drowsy with how soothing it is.
clearing your throat, you arch a brow. embarrassed, he withdraws to find the tip of one of his horns broken off. karma, you think smugly, watching the referees back away now that he's left all on his own, marching off without so much as glance back.
but the tips of his ears are pink as they flutter, tail stiff and you can't decide if that's from embarrassment or anger. maybe a bit of both.
“that's the bull hybrid you want to pass down his genes?” you ask geto later over a glass of wine at a nearby bar. “fat fucking chance.”
“he brings in the money and lots of it. we'd make a fortune if there were more hybrids like him in the ring! please,” toji cuts in from behind you, both men flanking you at the bar counter.
you're close friends with geto's fellow farmer, shoko, having helped her start up her milk business since you're a veterinarian and make sure her livestock is in tip top shape at all times. so when the handsome man with dark, long hair asked if you could carry the babies of his prized bull hybrid friend, you'd said you think about it.
it's why you came to this degenerate fight ring in the first place though after that unsavory first encounter, you're not so sure you want to have anything to do with him.
the flashing sign of the bar flickers, casting a sickly green glow over the scarred wooden table. you swirl the red liquor in your glass, it reminds you of his eyes. you scoff, feeling the phantom pressure of a heavy weight against your chest. your shoulders still ache from being slammed into the arena wall three days ago.
"look, he’s just... high-strung," the farmer says, leaning in, his desperation is palpable.
beside him, his farmhand—a man whose eyes see dollar signs instead of souls—nods eagerly. "he’s a virgin, girl. he doesn't know what to do with all that testosterone. if he could just get a successful knot, he’d settle down."
"he’s a beast," you say flatly. you’ve been bred by the best and the worst. you’ve handled bulls that weighed twice as much as this one, bulls who thought they were biggest and meanest around until you broke them in. but this one? he didn’t want a mate. he wanted a victim for his rage. "he’s too big, too mean, and frankly, i don’t get paid enough to be his punching bag."
you refuse the breeding contract. but, out of loyalty to your mutual friend and a soft spot for the heavy-bellied cows in the barn, you agree to stay for a week as a midwife.
the first two days on the farm are a test of silence. sukuna is everywhere, a flash of pink here and a tatted hand there, helping you when you certainly didn't ask.
you’re kneeling in the hay, checking a heifer’s dilation, and you feel that heavy, oppressive shadow fall over you.
"i didn't mean to hit the wall so hard," a deep, gravelly voice rumbles behind you.
you don't look up. you don't even flinch. "go away."
he doesn't. instead, he starts leaving things.
a basket of sun-warmed peaches, their skins bursting with sweetness. a lattice-topped cherry pie, still warm, smells like cinnamon and apology. a fresh glass of orange juice and all the tangerines you could eat after hearing you gush about how much you liked the fruit.
nervously, he lingers around, brushing the horses manes that were groomed just that morning in an attempt to hover near and watch you enjoy the treats, his tail flicking whenever you let out an accidental hum in delight.
against your better judgement, the peace offerings had shaved down your dislike but not as much as watching him chase after the little lamb that fled from you when you tried to do its check up. watching it nuzzle against his neck while he chuckled was annoyingly endearing.
in the glittering lake on geto's property, you often catch glimpses of the now timid hybrid swimming with fuzzy, yellow ducklings that follow him as if he's their mother.
other times it's when he's running around with the resident buffalo, splashing in the water and laying on its back as they both bask in the afternoon sun.
you even catch him taking naps with the fluffy, highland cows beneath the shade of a tree, dappled in sunlight with his hat tipped over his face, breathing steadily as a calf sleeps on his chest.
it's all very wholesome and cute but there was one time that left you hot and bothered more than you'd ever admit. you'd gone into the bathhouse without knocking, wanting to soak in one of the big, wooden tubs after a long day.
only you weren't alone, you came to find out, when you walked in on him, brawny, tanned body rising from the glossy tub, droplets trickling down his tattoos and plopping into the water.
the surface rippled, steam curling and making it hard to breathe as he stood to his full height, towering over with rippling, sculpted muscles. slicking back his blush locks with his hand, his half-hard cock bobbed when rolled his shoulders and sighed.
god, he put most men to shame and he wasn't even at full mast.
blinking out of your stupor, you sputtered, “uh, sorry! i thought it was empty.”
that's when he realises you're there, ears twitching in his hair as his low-lidded eyes flit up to yours just as his hand wraps around his shaft, pumping it lazily.
“no worries, sweetheart. i was just leaving,” he rumbled, unfazed as he stepped out of the tub, hand falling from his leaking cock as he draped a towel around his hips and walked out, shaking the water out of his wet hair as you gaped.
on the third night, you find a necklace on your pillow. it’s a leather cord strung with a polished white tip, the base plated with a gold cap. you recognize the texture—it’s the piece of his horn that snapped off when he charged you in the arena. to a bull hybrid, giving away a piece of his horn is like giving away a piece of his pride.
curiosity finally gets the better of you. on the fourth night, you head toward the secluded bachelor pad at the edge of the property. you intend to tell him to stop the gifts, to tell him that a piece of bone doesn't make up for a bruised rib.
the door is ajar. inside, the air is thick—cloying and sweet, like overripe clover and heavy musk. you hear a pained, wet groan.
"go... away," he wheezes.
you push the door open. he’s slumped on a reinforced bench, stripped to his waist. he looks massive, his muscles twitching with a feverish heat. but something is wrong. his chest is heaving, his pecs swollen and tight, looking almost engorged.
as your eyes adjust, you gasp. his dark, pebbled nipples are slick and glossy. a white droplet teases the edge of one, hanging heavy before falling to splash against his thigh.
"you're...lactating?" you whisper in disbelief, stepping closer.
he covers his chest with a massive, trembling hand, his face flushing a deep, embarrassed crimson.
"it only happens during the rut," he grunts, his voice breaking. "because i've never... i'm backed up. it hurts. it's disgusting."
you’ve seen a lot in the breeding circuits, but the sight of this terrifying, "mean" bull reduced to a shivering, leaking mess stirs something different in you.
after all, you're a doctor. you're bound to want to help someone in agony.
no other reason...
"it's not disgusting," you say softly, reaching out to pull his hand away. your fingers brush his skin; he’s burning up. "you’re just full. all that pressure has nowhere to go."
he looks up at you, eyes blown wide and glassy with desperation. he’s so much bigger than you, but at this moment, he’s helpless.
"i can help you," you murmur, leaning in until you can smell the creaminess of him. "can i drink from them? it’ll help."
a low, vibrating rumble starts in his chest—not a growl this time, but a plea. he nods frantically, his hands falling to his sides as he arches his chest toward you, offering himself up.
"please," he chokes out. "please, just do it."
the silence of the barn is replaced by the wet, sloppy sound of your thirst. you lean in, your hands framing his bulging, burning chest. up close, the scent is intoxicating—heavy, floral, and concentrated like condensed cream.
you take one glossed, turgid nipple into your mouth, and the moment your tongue swirls around the tip, he lets out a shattered, high-pitched gasp.
the milk surges forward, filling your mouth instantly. a thick, sweet stream hits the back of your throat, and you have to swallow hard to keep up with the flow.
it’s richer than any bovine milk you’ve ever tasted, warm and laced with the musk of his rut. you moan against his skin, your throat working in deep, greedy gulps. he’s shaking violently now, his large hands hovering over your head, wanting to grab you but terrified of his own strength.
"god," he rasps, his head lolling back against the wall. "y-you’re actually—ah!"
as you drain one side, your hand wanders down. you find the heavy, straining heat of his denim, palming the massive bulge that has kept him in such a foul, frustrated temper. he’s huge—frighteningly so—but as you squeeze, he doesn't growl. he whimpers.
moving your hand away, you shift your focus to the other side, your mouth latching onto the second engorged pec. you massage the firm muscle with your palms, coaxing the milk out, feeling the internal pressure finally begin to subside. every time your thumb brushes the base of his cock through the fabric, his hips buck uncontrollably.
he’s pinning you between his knees now, his thick thighs trembling as he tries to get closer to the relief you’re providing. you welcome it with an approving hum, legs spread around one of his thick limbs, grinding your aching clit down on the muscle.
"more," he pants, his voice losing its edge, melting into something soft and needy. "please, drink it all. i’m so full... i’m so—fuck—"
you don’t stop until the tightness in his chest softens, his skin cooling as you drain the fever from him. you pull back, a thin trail of white escaping the corner of your mouth, looking up at the "mean" bull who is now nothing more than putty in your hands.
he looks down at you, dazed and completely undone, his dignity traded for the sheer, blissful relief of being handled by someone who isn't afraid of his size.
taking your free hand, he gulps nervously, hesitantly dragging it under the waistband of his pants, right over his pulsing shaft. hips quivering under your warm, soft palm, he presses them into your touch and your fingers curl around his length, the tips of them not meeting owing to how thick he is.
groaning into his pec, a drop of milk trickles down from the corner of your mouth as you suckle harder, thumbing the slit of his cock and smearing his weeping precum along the veiny, ridged shaft.
hot breaths pant out of him heavily as you peer up at him, pussy pounding at the lewd expression on his face, lips parted, brows creased and eyes drooping.
“is this okay?” you ask, lips popping off his tit to lick up the dribbling milk. you don't want to waste a single drop.
a groan clogs in his throat when you begin to stroke his cock, his hips twitching for more as his stomach shudders, thrusting into your hold whenever you rub the tip. needing it wetter, you suck in your cheeks then let a thick glob of warm spit spat onto his jerking tip.
you look so drunk like this, drunk on him, he can't help toying with your ears that flutter like the wings of a butterfly, nudging your nose with his so you lift you chin and he can lick a flat, wide stripe up from your neck to your lips, cleaning the streak of sweet milk from there.
it tastes like a melted vanilla ice cream and a hint of your fresh apple scent.
“fucking perfect, baby. please,” he whines, cupping the back of your head and guiding your eager mouth to latch onto his nipple again, a bead of milk bubbling there again as your tongue swirls around it.
you straddled his lap, both hands wrapped around his cock now, slick, squelching clicking between his thighs as you pump him in snug, long strokes that have him giving deep huffs as his tail curls around your ankle, tickling your foot while you drink from him.
something snaps in him when you pinch his mushroom cockhead and you yelp when he flips you onto your back, crowding you. his hands brace themselves on the bench as he thrusts his cock fast and hard into the ring of your hands, harsh grunts and feral groans spilling into the air.
“ah, ryo, i can't—” you fuss, wanting to suck on his jiggling tits some more, still hungry for that sweet, condensed milk of his that's coating your tongue and throat.
though you're not complaining about the hypnotic sight of them bouncing in your vision, so plump and bruised with pretty indents of your teeth.
realising what he'd done, his thrusts stutter to a stop as a sheepishly pushes his cock into your hands again. “sorry.”
“it's okay,” you assure him, pushing him onto his back again so you can suck his nipple into your mouth, humping his thigh as you jerk him off at the pace he'd been fucking into your hands until his a squirming mess, his tail playing with yours.
you had to hand it to shoko and geto, they were right about you being able to handle this rough and tough bull hybrid.
little did you know, you two had a one-man audience. a peeping tom. the scar at the corner of his lip stretched when he grinned sleazily as he fucked his fist just outside the home, one green eye cast in a warm strip of light from the ajar door.
note: inspired by the talented @bluukive's bull hybrid!toji and @vals-lente's gladiator!minotaur <333 *posts and logs off*
okay, yeah, maybe you should've realized a vague job posting promising cash in exchange for essentially nothing was definitely sketchy. but, it wasn't like you thought you'd be doing...sex work?
was that what this was?
getting rutted ruthlessly into your bed by a hot snake hybrid you only met ten minutes ago while he murmured something about eggs in your ear. you weren't even hungry, but your brain was so fried from the sheer size of his fat cock stretching you out that you couldn't bring yourself to care about whatever he was planning on making after this.
just mindlessly nodding along, whining under the weight of his firm body, his chest pressing against yours while the edge of his tail wrapped against one of your calves.
"my pretty mate," he purred, his forked tongue dragging up the inside of your throat as your hips tried to arch up, to drive his thick cock inside you deeper until it had bottomed out completely. "gonna look so fuckin' gorgeous stuffed full of my-"
"s-suguru," you whimpered his name, thighs shuddering as one of his palms slid down your stomach, pressing down below your belly button like he could feel himself inside there.
you tried to recall how you ended up here.
attempted to remember what you signed up for.
you hadn't thought anyone would get back to you when you sent out your resume and head shots, but when they immediately accepted you and claimed they found you a match, promising a hefty bonus, you just sorta blindly signed whatever they sent over, skimming over the details once you saw the words 'helping rescues' and 'doing an overlooked community a great service'.
honestly, you sorta figured you'd be taking in a stray animal or something.
not letting a hybrid in heat fuck you through his rut.
but it was hard to mind when you opened your door to him and his stupidly charming smirk, those pretty purple eyes of his practically hypnotizing you when he introduced himself. you only really caught his name, distracted by his bare chiseled chest as you stepped aside to let him in.
and once he was inside, well, it didn't long for him to sink those sharp teeth of his in your throat and tear your clothes off.
his cock certainly wasn't like any of the guys you'd been with before. thicker and longer, reaching every sensitive spot without trying, every rough thrust practically rearranging your guts as he grabbed one of your thighs and pressed it up against your chest.
god, forget the paycheck.
you wanted to keep him.
"gonna be a good girl and take it all for me?" he half-hissed, working his tongue back over the sore spot just above your collarbone he'd bitten earlier.
"mm, mhm," you whimpered.
you weren't.
but it wasn't until you felt him stall, noticed the sudden pressure of something swelling by the base of his cock as it froze at your entrance, that you started to second guess what you signed up for.
a broken gasp of his name was ripped from the back of your throat, half an octave too high as the strange sensation continued up, up, up. it didn't hurt, not exactly, but the intense pressure of this new stretch was tinged with discomfort, the feeling of being molded, remade.
you couldn't even formulate words, just an incoherent string of moans escaping as you suddenly felt his tip swelling where it was firmly lodged at your cervix - and then white-hot pleasure exploding throughout your entire body, too busy trembling to realize what was happening until it was too late.
until he was in too deep.
forcing yourself to look down just to see a distinct bulge in your stomach. feeling an odd, unfamiliar weight settling there as his cock throbbed - and pushed something else through to join it.
"i-is that-"
"only a few more eggs, baby," he muttered, sweat making his dark bangs stick to his forehead as his brows scrunched together in focus. "you can take it."
you watched dumbfounded, body shuddering and shivering as your brain refused to process the fact you were being fucked full of eggs. womb stuffed to the brim as he shoved one after the other in, their soft shells bumping softly into each other as his tail around your leg tightened.
the hand that had been on your stomach shifting to toy with your clit, soothing you through it, coaxing you until you were cumming at the same time as him, thighs trembling as you tried to contain your loud moans, your body on the brink of overstimulation as you felt warm ropes of his cum starting to leak out of you.
he didn't collapse on top of you.
but he kissed your throat, trailed more delicate pecks up to your jaw and across your face. that lopsided smile of satisfaction lulling you back into a sense of security and distracting you from glancing down again.
"are you hungry?" he spoke softly, cocking his head to the side while his intense stare swept back over your body, like you were now something to take care of. "thirsty?"
"a little," you croaked, voice cracking as your lashes fluttered.
maybe you weren't an expert in snake hybrid biology, had no clue if the eggs would like, slip back out or somehow absorb your DNA, but you supposed this meant you really were mates now.
and despite how strange it felt to squirm, to move around and feel something move inside of you, you couldn't even bring yourself to be mad about it.
even if you were pretty sure you'd be stuck in this bed until the eggs came out.
a living incubator.
he ran his hand over your swollen stomach, leaning down to press a kiss to where he deposited his clutch inside you.
"snakes normally don't mate for life," he muttered with a soft hum, dragging his fingers over the outline of one of the eggs. "but i wouldn't mind spending the rest of mine like this."
div cr: @/tsumiinum
reblogs + comments are always greatly appreciated :3 clearing out some of my drafts and thought some of you would appreciate this one
₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Warnings. PuppyHybrid!Satoru x FemBunny Hybrid!reader, smut, dumb pup Satoru, size difference, dubcon, humping, crying, lots of cum, somnophilia ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊
Puppy!Satoru doesn’t get that he can’t just have you whenever he wants, it confuses him immensely when you lock yourself in Suguru’s bedroom to get away from him.
You try your hardest to avoid Satoru whenever necessary because of how eager he is, you can’t keep up with him. Relaxing means nothing to him when he constantly wants to be in your face saying and doing the most, it’s frustrating having to put up with him because Suguru thinks you’ll bond with him.
Puppy!Satoru just loves you too much, he wants you in ways that are indescribable, he loves his cute bunny so much.
The only time he can really have you pliant and not aggressive is when you’re sleep, that’s when he really takes it to another level.
Puppy Toru grinds his cock against you when you’re sleeping so peacefully, if he can’t have you while you’re awake then he’ll have you this way. He carefully wraps his arms around you and plops himself agaisnt your ass, his little cock snuggly fitting ontop of your delicious panty-clad ass, he humps you slowly, nice and sensually to build himself up a little.
When you do start stirring awake, he’ll slowly lull you back to sleep by rubbing your fluffy ears just like Suguru does. His bunny looks so cute whining but then falling back into your sleepy state.
Satoru slips your panties to the side, your dripping cunt so shiny within his blue orbs.
He pulls his cocklet out till his pants sit below his heavy strained balls, they need to be released very soon or he feels like he’ll explode where he sits. He glides against your fat pussy as slow as he can as to not wake you again, he can’t have his fun ruined so early and definitely not before he cums.
His breaths are coming out uneven and shaky, his whole body feels uneasy.
He uses two hands to spread your cunt, peering into your tiny soaked hole, ready to be used for hours on end.
It’s about a good hour in and Satoru is soaked in his own sweat, his clammy body and cum covered cock still hasn’t let up, he fucks your poor cunt like his life depends on it, it definitely feels that way. His balls, no matter how many times he cums still aren’t emptied.
A sleepy you is finally stirring awake, you feel pain for a few moments before total bliss blinds your body, Satoru tries to still for a moment to let you fall back asleep but finds his hips won’t stop meeting your ass, he can’t stop plunging himself deep inside of you, pulling out and doing it all over again.
You let Satoru fuck your little bunny-cunt so many times after you awake, you let him cum inside you; a large goopy wet mess by the end of it. Even if you are crying you can’t will yourself to tell him to stop because you feel so damn good. You’ll let him fuck an entire litter into you!
☆ cw. . . fem!canine hybrid!reader x enjin, dumbification, praise, fīngering, squirting, mouth inspections, use of 'puppy' and 'pup', enjin calls himself daddy once, jabber's fucked up toxins having a weird side effect
"what's got you all upset at me, huh? why's my lil' pup all riled up?"
"e-enjin, i told you, stop talking to me like that!"
swish, swish, swish!
"oh my god, you can't even lie! look at that tail, such a good girl!"
you did your hardest to crawl out of his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed, the back of your neck burning as you let out a low, embarrassed growl. his praises and laughs just kept coming, cooing as he kept petting all over you just to see your tail wag.
this was weird, so fucking weird.
after an encounter with that masochistic freak with who wouldn't stop whining about accidentally injecting you with the wrong thing as he was essentially dragged away by someone on his team, you've been stuck with...this.
a long, fluffy tail that seemed to have a mind of it's own with a matching pair of fluffy ears at the top of your head, and this annoying blond loser who wouldn't stop talking to you like you were an actual dog.
his teasing was just making you more and more flustered, more embarrassed before suddenly something inside of you couldn't take all of the warmth swirling inside of you—
"ow, fuck!"
he yanked his fingers back from where he was pinching your cheek, looking at them with furrowed brows. you...bit him. you didn't even realize you had snapped forward, nipping him right on his finger tips.
"did...did you just bite me?"
the reaction is instant.
"'m sorry, 'm sorry, i-i didn't mean it!" you scrambled, popping his fingers in your mouth as you let out a long whine, a sudden fear washing over you, a fear that you truly haven't ever felt before. little tears pricked the corner of your eyes. "a-am i bad? 'm sorry, jin, i-i didn't mean it, 'm bad..."
hearing you slur your words against his fingers while your tongue dragged over the bite, feeling how sharp your canines are now, seeing how your tail stopped wagging and your ears flattened against your head...it's almost too much, you're too fucking precious.
but hearing you sound truly sad, truly heartbroken that you hurt him, that you made him upset, it's new, it's not you, you're usually cocky and smug when you mark him.
you truly look like a kicked puppy.
he can't have that, not when his pretty girl is tearing up in his lap, whining as you try to soothe the wound with that warm tongue.
"say it again, baby."
"i...i-i'm your good puppy, 'm a good girl," you slur around his thick fingers. tears are pouring down your hot cheeks as you sit on enjin's lap with your back against his chest, clothes discarded somewhere on the floor.
the room swirls around you, so dizzy and drunk from the pleasure assaulting your senses. his fingers slide in and out from your cunt, ilicting wet, sloppy noises as he literally scoops slick from your pussy to rub mean circles into your clit.
you feel the need to squirm away, but your body feels so heavy, like you know if you move, you'll get scolded, and...for some reason, the thought makes you whine, hips trying to grind into his hand.
"that's my girl, taking it just like she needs to," enjin coos into your ear, teasingly nipping at it tjust o watch how it flinches away. they're so sensitive, just blowing against it makes you violently squeeze down on his fingers. "pretty puppy just needed her jin to show her how cute she is, yeah?"
you can barely form words, moaning around the digits in your mouth that keep running over your teeth. he's uncaring about the drool that drips down his wrist as he traces over your sharp canines again, the same ones that got you in this position.
he hums, dipping his other fingers back inside your pussy just to hear that relieved moan. "never call yourself bad again, baby, that shit broke my heart. seein' you all sad, all puppy eyes, and, god, the way your ears got all sad and droopy...don't do that to me baby, makes a man weak."
he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, trailing his wet hand down your chest to the soft pudge of your tummy before meanly pressing down right above your pussy.
"i don't want a sad puppy, okay? i want a happy, dumb lil' pup...just like this."
his fingers immediately speed up, curling up to hit that spot that makes you wail his name and dig your hands into him forearms. mm, even your nails feel a bit sharper, the press of them against his skin making him his and grind up into you.
"j-jin, enjin, j-jinnn," is all you can get out, eyes wide as you watch him pop in a third finger, stretching you out to the point your eyes roll back. "o-ohmygodd, mmhhfuck!"
"don't cum, don't cum yet," he pleads into your ear, panting as he works his fingers in and out of you and letting out a deep groan when he sees your creaming on him, a nice frothy ring of it accumulating at the base of his fingers.
but you aren't listening, too empty brained to focus on that. all you can think of in your poor, dumb little brain is 'cum, he's making you feel good, gotta cum, show him 'm good, show him that he makes me feel good/'
"mm-mm, baby, don't," is the warning you get when you try to touch your clit, hands shaking as they creep down lower. "you wanna be a good girl for me, riiiight?"
the nod you give him is aggressive, he can't help but chuckle at little. you're so honest, you aren't as bratty as you usually are. whatever that freaky little scientist injected you with turned you into the cutest little submissive pile of mush for him and he was loving it.
"then let me work, puppy, 'm gonna make you squirt for me, okay? think you can do that? oh, who am i kidding..."
a firm slap to your cunt has you gasping, eyes squeezing shut from holding back your orgasm, before a strangled noise escaped your throat when his fingers pop right back in and get to that same speed that was driving you mad.
"of course you can, you're my good girl."
that has you squeezing him tight, eyes rolling back at the thought. you've done it before, but hearing him say it always makes that heat in your stomach grow hotter. he's such a perv.
but he's been going on for so long, holding back feels like torture...until something starts to spread all throughout your body. a warm that feels like it's burning you, feeling it in the tips of your fingers, and reaching your head.
"aww, theeere she is..."
enjin can feel how you trembling against him, body tensing in his lap as that unbearable pleasure starts to wash over you, your breaking point not too far away. the hazy away look in your eye, the way your mouth hangs open in uncontrollable moans...you look so, so pretty.
but then you start get squirmy and he can already tell you're going to try and run from it, his hand pressing harder on your tummy to keep you still so you can't do anything but take it. after all, he knows just what you need and he's going to give it to you.
"c-cum, 'm gonna cum, jin, too much, c-can't—!"
"shh, yes you can baby, c'mon, don't fight it, give it to me."
you're curling forward as you sob, begging him to wait, to give you a second, but then the hand on your stomach moves to your throat and pulls you back against him, giving a squeeze and his deep voice is practically growling in your ear.
"don't you wanna be good for me? cum, baby, soak my fucking fingers like a good little puppy."
that's all it takes. his little praise, the mean press of his fingers, it's all too much and you explode. you arch against him, practically screaming out his name as you cum, and you cum hard. his fingers are practically forced out of you as you squirt, a wet spray of your fluids shooting out and soaking his hand.
without hesitation, he's working at your clit, swiping it side to side to prolong your orgasm. you look so cute, so fucking adorable like this, trembling against him as you just chant his name over and over again.
tears are pouring down your face as you hiccup, another thick gush pouring out of you and all over his hand and sweatpants, soaking him entirely. you don't realize that you're babbling his name over and over again, chanting 'love you's and 'thank you's over and over again before finally letting out a huff and going limp in his lap.
it's fuzzy, everything feels light and floaty. you can barely process the soft kisses being presses against your face, little murmurs of...something in your ear. whatever it is, your subconscious likes it, because you can feel your tail wagging behind you. he must have turned you around in his lap while you were out of it to hold you to his chest...the realization makes you feel even floatier.
once you finally come up, you can hear it better, enjin's voice no longer sounding like it was underwater.
"such a good girl for me."
"my pretty pup's got some teeth on her."
"see? you're not bad at all, just needed some praise."
"if you would've waited, i would've told you i liked when you bit me."
a little grumble as you hide your face in his chest lets him know your back with him, his hand gently rubbing up and down the skin of your back.
"hi, baby."
"mmpph..."
enjin can't help but chuckle at that. still shy, it seems. he understands, continuing his soothing movements and tracing your spine.
"you feeling alright," he asks, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. he has to "lost you for a second there baby. i didn't do too much, right?"
it takes a moment for you to learn how to speak again, but you just nod. "no, 'm okay. felt good...t-thank you." you let yourself collect your thoughts, still a bit fuzzy brained from that overwhelming orgasm. your still throbbing, and you can't tell if that means you want more or not.
a moment goes by and it's quiet as he continues to...to...
you immediately sit up, face turned into absolute embarrassment and horror as your brain clicks into place what he's doing.
"are you petting me?!"
he just responds with a big grin before trailing his hand down your back. "maybe i am. wanna see something i learned while i was?" he doesn't even let you respond, your mouth opening before he rubs his fingers around the skin where the base of the tail is and you let out the cutest little whine, arching your back to get more pressure before you catch yourself.
"now ain't that cute?"
"e-enjinnn!"
you try to scramble out of his lap, shrieking about what a pervert he is, how mean he is for teasing, but he just cackles, standing up to turn and toss you onto the bed. "yeah, yeah i know, i'm mean, i'm the worse, but..."
he climbs on the bed after you, savoring the way your ears perk up in alert. in a quick motion, his shirt is off, grinning at your eyes immediately snapping to his hypnotic, tattooed skin. you can't stop the whimper that forces its way out of your throat when he crawls over top of you, a hand palming himself through his sweats that you desperately wish he would take off sooner.
"don't you wanna see how that'll feel if i fuck you from behind, pup? c'mon, lemme play with my pretty puppy a little more before you go back to normal."
i have not much to add to the hybrid situation except that:
dan heng definitely gets woozy and whiney when he's in a rut, a bit grumblier than usual, a bit more touchy too, almost like he's drunk, isn't usually so casual with the possessive way he tugs you into his side for the days before his actual rut hits (but you know it's coming and so does he), and when it finally does, he's always quiet the first few rounds, so intent on watching you fill up on his cum, on stuffing you full enough to see himself spill out from your greedy cunt, revel in the way it stretches around him, eager, even after being fucked open round after round
jing yuan the type to use his whole weight against you, push you down, press you in half, slowly, almost tenderly (though there's nothing tender about the way he's bullying his leaking cock into you, nothing tender in how he scents you with his face buried in your neck, or the way he lets his canines leave bruises that size of plums littered along your skin), cooing the whole way about how you're doing so good for him, can't shut up about how tight and wet and ready you are for him -- after all, it's your heat too, isn't it?
phainon who is just the fucking neediest, sloppiest pet, who can't help humping your leg, fingers scrabbling at you, dragging you into the bedroom the moment you get home, not even able to get full sentences out bc he's so hard, and he came so many times already to the thought of his, his cock almost raw from how he's been fucking his palm, but it's not the same, immediately groans when he's finally got you bent in half over the bedframe, tugging your hips back to meet his, rucking forward into you and it takes no time at all for him to be spilling into you again, hips twitching with overstimulation, begging you not to be mad bc he knows you like to shower first but he just couldn't wait -- not when you smell so good like that
mydei who does his level best to be stoic when you come to him with your big eyes and your scent filling up his entire bedroom, thighs pressing, your skin flushed and hot to the touch -- bc there are things you both need to talk about before starting this kind of relationship but how's he to refuse when you look so pretty begging for him, when you sound so pretty moaning as he fucks you open, how good you look writhing beneath him, eyes glazed out, babbling about how you want to be bred, how it can't be anyone else but him, how you wanna be stuffed so full of him you can barely walk, so he lets go -- and he lets the beast come out, pounds into you with a wild abandon because he can feel it in the way you stretch to fit him, you were made for him, weren't you? yes. yes you were
⭑ ࣪ ˖ sum’z notes.ᐟ this has been in my drafts since april of last year </3 i finally decided to just split it into two parts cause i've been wanting to post it for a while now but i hadn't ever finished it SO! two parter 💪🏾
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ding, ding!
the lady at the counter shifts her gaze towards the door. her back straightens once spotting the new visitor, and she grins.
"welcome in! please let me know if you need any help."
satoru only gives a short wave as he makes a beeline to a particular section of the store, marked overhead by a sign that reads 'puppy playhouse'. there's a large play area surrounded by chest-high, glass barriers and occupied by an assortment of canine hybrids. but he's searching for someone specific.
a flash of pink catches his observant eye, and satoru spots exactly who he's looking for:
you're sprawled out on your belly in a corner of the play pen, gnawing on a squeaky plush bone and about as isolated as you can get from the other frolicking dog hybrids. you seem content with your current task, idly swinging your tail and mostly ignoring everyone else. even at this distance, you look just as cute as you did on the shop's website.
satoru trails around the glass partition until he's standing in front of you. his lingering presence attracts your attention—he's tall and broad and you can sense a powerful aura radiating off him. not to mention, he's handsome, too, with a charming smile that sends your tail swaying wildly. an ideal mate, to be honest.
your keen nose twitches at the tantalizing combination of both sweets and his natural aroma. it's intriguing and makes your senses go a bit haywire.
satoru grins as you spring to your feet, bone in tow, tail still swishing eagerly as you walk over to greet him. you're even more adorable up close, with big, round eyes, long lashes, soft cheeks, and velvety ears that flop over your hair.
"hey, miss.", satoru calls to the attendant. "i want her, please."
getting familiar with your new home is a walk in the park. satoru, now your new owner, had already prepared the apartment for your arrival. he's stocked up on treats, plushies, several collars, and even your own pretty, pink recliner occupying a corner of the living room. it's horribly out of place amongst the rest of his interior, but perfect for curling up in his lap and taking naps on.
more importantly, satoru has granted you an entire room to yourself. "eh, it was one of my guest rooms, but now i'm giving it to you, pretty." and it is a nice room, complete with a queen-sized bed, heart-shaped vanity, and an assortment of toys and plushies waiting to either be chewed on or cuddled with.
despite the initial excitement of having your own bedroom, you rarely ever sleep there. after the first week or so, you made it a habit of prancing right into satoru's room—whether he was there or not—and making yourself comfy in his king bed. you preferred when he was home so you could push your way between his arms and snuggle into his chest, though just being wrapped in the fluffy, satoru-scented sheets was still heavenly by itself. it only took a month living with him before you were fully obsessed.
getting to know satoru was even easier. from the initial car ride home to when your eyes shut for bed, the two of you never stopped talking. doesn't matter what you said, what you asked, what you poked and prodded about, he had an answer for everything. satoru was also completely comfortable with your constant displays of affection, even returning it tenfold on day one. you'd wrap yourself around his arm and follow him anywhere, and satoru would respond with a smile and head pat.
he actively welcomed you into his personal space. you loved resting your head on his shoulder, falling asleep to satoru stroking your ears. other times you would hop into his lap, tossing both arms around satoru's neck before rubbing your cheeks against his. being so restless, you wriggled in satoru's lap a lot, which he didn't mind, per se, though he would eventually grab your hips and sit you still. it never clicked why until satoru had stopped your squirming and the heat in the pit of your belly would register. and also the sudden hardness you were sitting on that definitely wasn't there before. you weren't necessarily an idiot about breeding, but the shop you came from didn't let their hybrids reproduce, so this made you...curious, to say the least.
you were enamoured with satoru. he treated you well, spoiled you rotten, loved you hard. you couldn't find a single downside about living with him,
unless you considered the...guests he would have over.
they were rarely men, usually women. lucky because you had a low tolerance for pretty much any man who wasn't satoru. aside from his one friend—suguru, you think?—with the long black hair who always led you into his arms. the one who would squish your cheeks between his fingers and study you as he listened to your idle chatter. that was, until satoru decided you'd paid suguru enough attention, patting his own lap, and a victorious gleam would grace his pretty blue eyes at the speed in which you'd break out of his friend's embrace and hop over into his. regardless of how kind or inviting suguru was, they both knew who your heart belonged to.
as for women...honestly, you weren't too fond of them, either. satoru would come in late some nights with one on his arm, both of them drunk and giggling. other times you'd peep out into the hallway and he'd be carrying them to his bedroom, slamming it shut and you'd have to listen to her loud moans as satoru, your satoru, had his way with her. those nights, you'd be forced to sleep in your own room.
the thought of satoru sharing his affections with others made you sick with possession. after all the effort you'd put into rubbing your scent all over him and his bed and his things, you'd have to mark your territory all over again to get rid of the stranger stench his guests would always leave behind. satoru was adamant that his bed was your bed, and you despised the idea of some person, man or woman, sleeping where you belonged. it made you feel bitter. it made you feel jealous.
one morning, you bit the person he'd brought the previous night. a woman with fair skin and brown hair down her back who was a little too comfortable with the layout of his house. you didn't get the chance to draw blood like you wanted, but you were happy to have hurt her nonetheless. that's what she got for her little invasion.
"god-, i'm so sorry." satoru stumbled into the nearest bathroom, reappearing with alcohol, tissues, and a box of bandaids. "they don't usually bite."
technically true, but that's only because you'd never felt the urge. his other guests would settle on waving or just ignoring you entirely as satoru ushered them to his room. who did this woman think she was, trying to pet you? really, it was her own fault.
"naughty girl.", satoru sighs and pinches your ear after she's left. "you can't go around biting people."
it seemed a bit hypocritical considering he liked to nibble on your neck or thighs when you two were alone and suck marks into them. he'd also giggle about how your teeth tickled whenever you gently gnawed on his fingers or arms or neck. just more of satoru's enabling behavior.
and it's not like he'd given you any kind of training when he brought you here. that's why you were spoiled. satoru let you chew on him. he let you occupy half his bed when you had a perfectly fine room to yourself. he let you litter toys all over the apartment, his bedroom included. satoru let you steal bites of his food, though sometimes he'd make you whine and pout and blink your cute puppy-dog eyes at him and beg for it (all while knowing he was going to say yes, anyway). he let you shove your pretty new phone in his face and whimper about whatever new thing you just had to have. spoiled.
the closest thing you ever got to a real scolding or proper training was when satoru spontaneously decided he didn't want you doing something, because he'd just discovered you doing said something five minutes before and didn't like it. you don't leave the house alone anymore because he told you not to. 'it's safer if i'm with you' he said. you don't get bored and devour half the tasty sweets in his fridge anymore because he spanked you for it. and you don't kiss suguru's face to greet him anymore because jealously is a disease, and satoru's cure involved making you grind on his thigh all night long until he thought you'd learned your lesson.
so, this was really just another impromptu rule. something satoru had decided in the moment needed to be corrected: don't bite the guests i have over.
you remain bothered by satoru's preference to bring other people into his, your home, for the purpose of breeding with them. he's your mate after all. one might find it silly to consider him one rather than your owner. but also, isn't he? your mate?
he treats you like one. squeezes your cheeks til your lips pucker and pecks wet kisses on them until you're a giggling mess. he runs a bath on quiet nights and leaves he door open, a silent offer to join him if you'd like (and you do). he bites at your neck, marking you like a mate, and refreshes the reddened bruises on your skin whenever they begin to fade. at first it was because you'd bite first, but satoru soon admitted he grew to like seeing them on you. it makes your tail twitch, ears perk up, heart flutter, knowing he's claiming you. of course you think he's your mate when he acts like one.
the obvious next step would be to breed with you, then, no? but it's coming up on six months and he hasn't made a move. satoru has never penetrated you, with his cock or fingers. the farthest he's went is grinding you down on his bulge until you both came, and that's far from good enough, in your opinion.
"how come we don't breed?", you ask him curiously from the bathroom doorway. he always leaves the door unlocked, or sometimes wide open. nothing to hide and, if satoru's lucky, you'll hop in the shower with him.
"hm?" satoru raises his white brows at you in the mirror, spitting out toothpaste before going to rinse.
despite rehearsing this conversation in your head, the words begin to sizzle away on your tongue. it doesn't help that he's just in a towel, body damp from the shower. his back muscles look woefully empty of your teeth marks. "you–, you always bring those other people here, all the time. why not breed with me?"
you see his shoulders tremble, and huff because you can tell he's trying to hold back giggles.
"firstly," satoru says, huffing out a laugh, "you can call it sex, pretty girl. because like–, it's–, no one really–". he stops, sighs. "i don't know, just don't call it breeding."
"okay.", you nod. "so?"
satoru peeks at you again through the mirror, blue eyes piercing into yours. "dunno. i kinda don't wanna scare you. or break you, for that matter."
his words draw your ears to attention, and your head tilts. "break me? how would you do that?" and then you think for another second. "also, you wouldn't scare me! we're mates!"
satoru studies you for a moment, then shakes his head and releases a louder chuckle. "baby, you've never had sex before."
"how do you know that?"
"well, have you?" satoru's giving you that look like he already knows the answer. the one that makes you feel feisty, because you want to throw a wrench in the situation just to be a brat, but you know he's expecting that, too.
"no..."
"uh huh.", is all he says. and then, satoru turns to you and he's undoing the towel around his waist.
he lets it fall to the floor and you give him several, wide-eyed blinks. you've never actually seen his dick before in all it's glory—only half-hard through his pants or boxers before he pulls you into his lap.
it's huge. even limp, it's bigger than anything you could have imagined. it's like the width of your fucking wrist. and even though the drool is pooling up in your mouth, all you can think is 'holy shit' and wonder how it would fit inside you soft, let alone thick and heavy when he's hard.
"still wanna try?", satoru asks. you can't speak, only hear him burst out laughing at your slack-jawed expression as you continue gawking at his dick. satoru ruffles your hair as he leaves the bathroom fully nude. it's patronizing. it's the same thing he does when he holds your favorite treats high above his head and tells you to grab them, knowing you can't reach. a mockery.
long after he's left for a work trip, satoru's words continue bouncing around in your head. he doesn't want to scare you. nonsense. even with his intimidating size, you would never be afraid of him. maybe nervous, but...still not scared. and you're going to prove it to him.
if satoru is worried about your first time taking his cock, then the obvious solution is training yourself to take it. but first: research. living in various hybrid shops your whole life meant never having a chance to be bred. or have sex, whatever satoru wanted you to say. and it also meant taking suppressant pills to stop whatever heats you may have had once you reached a certain age. workers at the shop were careful with not allowing any frisky behavior between hybrids, so your sensual interactions with satoru are the most intimate encounters you've ever had in your life.
your research is brief, and only consists of watching various videos of women masturbating. they make it look easy enough.
one quick trip to satoru's room later and you have his favorite sweatshirt in your possession. your acute sense of smell makes his scent hit 10x harder, and your tail wags as the comforting aroma of satoru fills your nostrils. you pad down the hallway and towards your room, slipping inside the woefully unlived-in space and locking the door behind you.
flopping into bed, you throw satoru's sweatshirt over your face and slide a hand down your shorts. you brush a finger over your cunt, feeling at the sparse, curly hairs, leaving light touches over your inner thighs. when you part your folds, your finger is immediately soaked in slick, gliding down your soaked cunt and the tip slips easily into your entrance. you tug satoru's shirt down and pull your hand out to inspect it. your fingers are coated in a clear and stringy fluid, keeping the digits connected as you part them and look on in awe.
you sigh, inhaling the smell on satoru's shirt again. your eyes flutter closed and a fantasy beings spinning in your mind: satoru finally returning from another week long work trip. him pouncing on you right after his shower, tugging you into his lap, sucking on your tongue and grinding his bulge into your core, groping and squeezing your ass. long, curious fingers wandering up your tail to send shivers down your spine as satoru mutters about how much he missed you.
circling and pressing down on your twitching clit shoots a familiar pleasure throughout your body, and a heat begins to boil in your lower tummy. it's a lot more intense than when you're dryhumping satoru. incredibly pronounced when it's direct contact. 'fuck'.
your hips shift upwards into your hand. a gasp leaves your parted lips, followed by a moan as you apply more pressure to the swollen nub. the shirt suffocates you in his scent, and the more you inhale, the more intoxicated you become.
suddenly, they're not your fingers anymore, they're satoru's. you've had them in your mouth before, allowed to gently gnaw on them to satiate an oral fixation. though, satoru's also shoved them there to occasionally silence your bratty whines. he'll corner you against a wall, cooing gently as he rubs at your ears with his free hand and watches the defiance drain from your heavy-lidded eyes.
the scent of your arousal is heavy and plentiful in the air, almost overpowering satoru's shirt when it's still right on top of your nose. the pleasure feels unbearable. your limbs twitch and jerk, dripping hole clenching on nothing, begging to be filled.
you go limp in order to catch your breath. your heart pounds in your ears, legs sore and aching. there's an underlying sense under all the pleasure of just feeling utterly pathetic. how do you expect to take satoru's cock if you can barely handle having your clit rubbed?
'whatever'. you pull up the hem of your shorts to stare at your drenched hand, coated in your own juices. you don't have any other sort of lubricant within reach, nor know where satoru keeps his. besides, the sluggishness weighing your body down wouldn't allow you to get up, anyway.
after taking a few more minutes, you glide your middle finger between the slick folds of your pussy again, gasping at the sensation. your index and middle form a 'v' shape, toying with yourself, pinching at your clit, pulling back the hood to expose what's underneath. it leaves your back arching, mouth flying open, cunt throbbing as you grind against your own hand. you dive a little lower, prodding the tip of your finger against you hole again, and your spasming cunt threatens to suck it in whole.
pushing in past the first knuckle feels weird. you've never had anything inside you before. it's mildly uncomfortable, wiggling your middle finger further along. it's barely an inch but it feels like way more. a little deeper and you can feel the hot, gummy walls of your pussy clamp down as you tighten and untighten. it doesn't really feel like anything.
you spend a while exploring around in there, gasping and twitching whenever your fingertips brush against some squishy spot you can't quite reach, no matter how hard you try. it's frustrating. you think maybe a toy would do the trick. or satoru's fingers, but you're not quite ready to approach that topic again. you eventually admit defeat with a persistent flame boiling in your lower tummy.
one ¥30,000 purchase later, and you're excited for tomorrow when you will be the proud, new owner of a bottle of lube and a 'g-spot rabbit vibrator', whatever that was. just based on visuals, it was the smallest vibrating dildo thing you could find on the website. maybe once you could handle your own fingers, you'd spin back for a dildo. for now, them and their intimidating length and unfathomable girth had successfully scared you away.
