Nerdjo who wants to recreate his…dirty manga with you. And he’s inexperienced, okay?! Give him a break, so what if he wants to recreate some sort of twisty position or heats or that ahegao face…Nerdjo who gets interested in one concept in particular—squirting. And he tells you with a blushing face n’ wobbly smile that he wants to try this one out next. Nerdjo who doesn’t realize that he’s going to be the one squirting after you ruthIessly ride him for a few rounds nonstop.
nerdjo’s glasses slip down his nose as he stares at you between his knees, mouth already running even while you’re bobbing on his cock.
“fuckkk, that’s so good—shit, wait, did you know that like… most guys only last like five minutes with head? which is, y’know, kind of embarrassing considering the male refractory period—”
his words stutter when you swallow around his sensitive tip, spit dripping down your chin. “ohhh god, okay, yeah, that’s—fuck—that’s definitely less than five minutes for me.”
your tongue presses under his tip and he whines, still running his mouth.
“ahhh—shit, baby, did you also know semen actually has, like, fructose in it? it’s literally nature’s energy drink—ohhh fuck, your tongue—wait, wait, don’t stop—” his whimpers comes out shaky, hand twitching like he wants to push your head down but can’t decide if it’s rude.
you take him deeper, throat tightening, and he slaps a shaky hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back behind his lenses. he tries to muffle a moan but it comes out anyway, high and desperate.
“o-okay, okay, uh—s-science says sucking dick releases oxytocin—hahh, f-fuck—bonding hormone, y’know? so technically, we’re like… getting closer right now.”
you hum around him in agreement and he gasps, words spilling faster. “shitshitshit, baby, you’re—fuck, your throat’s so warm, you’re making me cum—ahhh, oh god, wait, I’m serious, I’m—”
he breaks off with a choked moan, cock twitching as he shoots thick cum across your tongue, still babbling about “increased intimacy” while you swallow every drop.
suguru taking care of both of your holes ꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ
there’s nothing suguru loves more than fucking both of your holes and watching you struggle to do so.
having your throat tight around an eight-inch dildo while he rams into you, feeling you squeeze around him tightly.
watching the saliva strings drip one after another and the sounds of your gargling and struggle while he continues to throat fuck you and fuck you from behind.
it gets him off in more ways than one. everything about this setup gets him hot; having you struggle is a kink of his.
“come on, you’ve done it before; just breathe through your nose.”
pushing the dildo deeper into your mouth as he pushed himself deeper inside of you.
the coating of your wetness is making its way to his balls, sending a warm shiver down his spine.
sometimes he had you deep throat him while you rode a dildo, seeing if it was easier for you, and it wasn't; you still struggled to fit all of it inside of you and then slide it out with ease.
making suguru push his dick further in the back of your throat so he can watch you try to focus on both things at once.
every time you stopped riding the dildo or meeting the rhythm of his dick going in and out of your wet, sloppy mouth, he'd give your cheek a firm smack to keep you focused or close your nose and watch panic fill your eyes.
“don’t pull back… don’t you fucking dare.”
leaning down and blowing in your face a little, then shoving himself deeper, your throat squeezing around his dick tightly, holding onto him, and the dildo inside of you starting to ease up because of how wet you are.
the slick noises of both your holes getting fucked are like music to his ears; he can go to sleep from those sounds alone.
closing his eyes while he continued to throat fuck you and soaking in the sounds.
every little sound your body made. your heavy breathing, your little whimpers, your pussy, and the way your mouth starts to sound after he cums down your throat and you start to choke.
squirming on your knees while you still try to keep up the pace and rhythm of riding the dildo, the tip of it digging into your sweet spot near your cervix making you squeeze your eyes shut.
there are so many feelings in your body that you can’t keep up with, and you end up squirting on the dildo.
suguru is holding the back of your neck and still driving himself deeper, trying to have himself slip down more even if it's not possible.
making sure he can milk himself dry using your throat one more time while he watches you soak the dildo again.
your bounces are getting faster because of how slick the dildo is now; his breathing gets harder, and the tip of his dick twitches a little before he cums again, his cum painting the back of your throat and slowly sliding down.
“you did it; you took both.”
sliding himself out and cupping your cheek and watching you swallow, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
started watching the pitt cuz of all the hucklerobby art and edits, then wondering how im so focused and entertained by this show, then this scene comes on
started watching the pitt cuz of all the hucklerobby art and edits, then wondering how im so focused and entertained by this show, then this scene comes on
18+ owner!nanami has no knot to soothe you with </3
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the bedroom smells like warm vanilla and the desperate sweetness of your heat.
your fluffy bunny ears are wilted sideways, twitching every few seconds like they can’t decide whether to hide or beg. your little tail is practically vibrating against the sheets—puffy, white, and so sensitive that even the brush of kento’s sleeve against it makes you squeak.
“k-ken… kento kento kentoooo…” you whimper, voice all syrupy and broken. your thighs keep trembling open wider even though they’re already shaking from the last three rounds. “it’s so warm… ‘s not fairrr…”
kento exhales slowly through his nose, suit jacket long discarded, tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows. his glasses are slightly fogged at the edges from how close he’s been kept to your feverish skin. he’s trying—god, he’s trying so hard—to stay composed for you, to give you what you need.
“i know, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low and velvet. one big, warm palm strokes down the length of your twitching ear; you immediately lean into it, melting. “i’m right here.”
kento’s not a small man any means, in fact the few women he’s slept with throughout his life, most recently and consistently you, have always emphasised how much they struggled to fit him in. but now it’s just not enough.
even when he’s buried so deep you can feel him in your tummy, even when he’s already filled you twice—thick, hot pulses that make your toes curl and your fluffy tail thump-thump-thump against the mattress— it’s never enough.
no knot.
no swollen, locking stretch to press right against that achey little spot that’s been screaming for pressure for hours, or tether to keep everything inside while your body tries to milk him dry. only him pulling out, and the warm slip of his release dribbling down your thighs, and the immediate fresh wave of empty heat that makes you cry all over again.
“need moooore,” you sob, grabbing at his broad shoulders with smaller hands, nails digging in to cling like you’ll fall apart without him. “need it to s-stay… need—hic—need you to stay i-in…”
he hushes you gently, pressing his forehead to yours.
“i’m not going anywhere,” he promises, even as he’s already hardening again against your soaked folds. he, too feels sensitive all over, and he’s pretty sure he’ll be shooting blanks soon if you don’t take a break, but he’ll do just about anything to help you. “not until this heat breaks, bunny.”
he slides back in with one long, slow glide, and your poor overworked pussy flutters so eagerly it makes him groan low in his throat. you squeal, ears flopping forward to brush his cheek.
“s-so full… but not full enoughhh…”
“i know, baby.” he kisses the spot between your ears, then nuzzles the base of one velvety lobe until you shiver. “i know it’s not the same. but you’re taking me so well anyway, aren’t you? my good little bunny.”
you nod frantically, tears clinging to your lashes. “your good bunny… ‘m yours—yours yours yours—”
he starts moving again in deep, deliberate rolls of his hips that make your thighs jump and your hip buck against him, making his hands holding you down to stop with the squirming. every thrust pushes more of his previous loads out around his cock; the wet, filthy sound mixes with your hiccuping moans and it’s almost too much.
almost.
but not quite.
“ken… knot—please—p-please ..pretend—” you beg, voice cracking into the sweetest little sob. “just… just hold really still after—really deep—pleaseeee?”
he can only groan in response, because how is he supposed to deny you when you ask like that?
so he gives you what he can.
pushes in to the hilt, grinds until you’re arched and gasping, then stays buried, arms caging you, chest pressed to your soft breasts, letting you feel every inch while your walls ripple and clutch around him like they’re trying to pull a knot that isn’t there.
“like this, sweetheart?” he whispers against your tear-damp cheek. “is this what my bunny needs?”
you nod so hard your ears slap your own face.
“y-yes… yesyesyes—don’t move—don’t—don’t leave—”
“i won’t,” he soothes, kissing your quivering mouth. “i’ve got you. all night if I have to.”
and he does.
again. and again. and then a few more times after that too.
pumping you full until you’re leaking, soothing you with pets and kisses and murmured praise, holding so still and so deep when you beg for it—until your heat finally starts to soften… just a little.
just enough until morning, anyway.
because bunnies, he’s learning, are very greedy little things.
thinking of a p2 where he asks to borrow his neighbours hybrid to knot her……….. snow leopard toru or doberman toji? 🤔
you whine, voice all high and wobbly, dragging yourself out of your room to where kento lounges on the couch. several hours of him giving it to you real good made you fall asleep long enough to forget about the disturbing ache deep in your abdomen. until you woke up with a puddle of slick between your tights, that is.
“it’s so baaad… my ears are burning and my tail won’t twitching! make it better pleeease?”
nanami sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, but there’s a fond little smile tugging at his lips. no matter how exhausted he is, it’s hard not to be endeared by you.
“sweetheart, i’ve tried everything i can,” he says gently, dropping his hand to stroke one of your velvety ears when you collapse onto the couch with your head in his lap. you lean into his hand automatically with a happy little sound, but he doesn’t miss the micro twitches of your hips. “you need… well, you need more than i can give right now. a proper knot.”
your eyes go wide, sitting up and ears standing straight. “a… a knot? like, a real one? but—”
“i know.” he kisses your forehead, all soft and reassuring. “that’s why i called the neighbor.”
you blink.
“neighbor…?”
right on cue, the doorbell rings.
nanami stands to open the door, with you trailing behind curiously, and in walks shiu kong, looking smug as ever with a cigarette dangling from his lips, he puts it out the second he steps inside, because nanami gives him a firm look.
and behind him—oh gosh—looms toji. big, broad-shouldered dog hybrid with messy black hair, sharp green eyes with ears to match, and a tail that’s already wagging slow and lazy like he knows exactly why he’s here.
his ears twitch at the scent of your heat the moment he steps in, and a low, rumbling chuckle leaves his chest.
mister kong, that’s how you address him, unfortunately doesn’t stay very long. just after exchanging greetings with nanami, he turns to toji with an incredulous “be nice”, and is soon gone.
“well well,” toji drawls, voice deep and gravelly. “look at the cute little bunny all worked up. smells like you need a big bad dog to fix that ache, huh?”
you squeak and hide your burning face against nanami’s back, tail fluffing up huge. it seems you’re trying to whisper, but the shake your voice isn’t lost on either of them, “k-ken… he’s so… so big…”
but he only reaches back to squeeze your hand, trying (and failing) not to look amused. “toji’s here to help, sweetheart. only if you want him.”
you peek out, ears flopping sideways again. “you’ve got a… a knot, right?”
toji grins, sharp. “oh i’ve got one, bunny. thick enough to keep all that mess right where it belongs.”
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and you soon realize he wasn’t kidding. at all.
“fuuuuck, look atcha,” toji laughs low and mean, big hands clamped around your squishy hips, lifting you up and slamming you back down so hard your ears flop wildly. “such a needy little bunny slut. creamin’ all over my dick again already? that’s the third time, ain’t it?”
even if you kept track of it, you can only squeak and drool by now, head lolling against his broad chest, having given up on trying to stay upright as he bounces you, your soft bunny ears brushing his stubbled jaw. “t-tojiii… s-so biiig… hnnngh—!”
he’s been pounding you for what feels like forever, relentless and as cocky as you’d thought he may be, making you gush and squirt and cream until your thighs are shiny and trembling. every time you start to tip over the edge he grins wider and slows down just enough to drag it out, teasing you mercilessly.
“aww, what’s wrong, cottontail?” he coos, voice dripping with fake sympathy while he holds you down firmly on his fat cock, grinding your swollen little cllit against the scratchy hairs on his pelvis. “can’t handle a real hybrid knot, huh? your fancy owner had to call in the dog next door ‘cause he can’t stuff you the way you need to be, isn’t that right?”
you whimper pathetically, little hands clutching at his broad scarred shoulders, fluffy tail puffing up as another orgasm rips through you. “nngh! toji—tojiii—‘s toooo much, ‘m gonna—!”
“hm? ‘s ok, make a mess,” he growls, bouncing you faster, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick of your soaked cunt filling the room. “keep that cute cunt gushin’ f’me. your owner’s being real polite but i bet he can’t stand that i’m ruinin’ his precious pet.”
from the corner of the room, nanami sits with clenched jaw, glasses slightly askew, watching with dark eyes as you fall apart on toji’s cock. sure, he’d asked shiu for help when your heat spiked again, but he hadn’t expected toji to be quite this… enthusiastic. good thing he was here to make sure the dog doesn’t take a literal bite out of you.
toji suddenly lifts you almost all the way off, just the fat head of his cock stretching your puffy entrance, and you cry out in protest, ears pinning back.
“n-nooo—put it baaack—please please please—!”
“beg nicer, bunny,” he teases, giving you just the tiniest shallow thrusts as he glances over at nanami with something between a grin and a snarl. “tell me how bad you need this fat dog cock. c’mon, show your dear nanamin how much better it feels than his polite little human dick.”
your brain is all fuzzy and melty, heat making everything hazy and desperate. “n-need it— need toji’s cock—need the knoooot, p-please.. so emptyyy—!”
he laughs, dark and seemingly satisfied, and yanks you back down, bottoming out so deep you see stars for a moment. your fluffy tail spasms, legs kicking uselessly as you cream around him again, slick gushing everywhere.
but toji isn’t done playing yet. with a low chuckle he suddenly flips you over onto your tummy, ignoring your surprised yelp as his unfairly strong hands manhandle your hips up so your cute ass is high in the air and your chest is pressed into the messy sheets.
your ears flop forward, cheek squished against the bed as he mounts you from behind like the big dog he is.
“there we go, cottontail… ass up, just like a proper breeding bunny,” he purrs, voice all rough and hungry. he spreads your shaky thighs wider with his knees, his hands groping your cheeks and holding them apart. the sight of your tail twitching erratically makes him huff out a chuckle, and he leans forward to spit a glob of saliva right under it, watching it dribble down to mix with the overflowing juices of your heat.
he rubs it allll in for good measure, his palm covering your whole cunt with ease even as you try to jolt away. after a few deceptively reassuring pats , he pulls his hand away and soon enough he slides back in with one heavy thrust, the new angle punching even deeper. your tail thumps wildly against his abs as he starts rutting into you hard and fast, the wet slap of skin on skin, his firm thighs hitting the back of your softer ones, echoing louder than before.
“tojiii— too deeeep!” you squeal, little paws scrambling at the sheets, ears twitching every time his fat cock kisses that spongy spot inside you over and over, slick drooling down your thighs helplessly.
he leans over you, one hand fisting around your bunny ears to keep your head tilted back, the other gripping your soft hip so tight you know you’ll have little bruises shaped like his fingers tomorrow.
“i know, bunny girl, but ya feel it real good right? this is how a real hybrid breeds. gonna fuck you so stupid like this, till ya can’t even remember your owner’s name.”
you can only babble and moan, drooling onto the sheets, eyes glassy as another orgasm crashes through you. “mmmngh— c-cummin’!”
“good girl,” he growls, hips never slowing, pounding you so deep your belly feels full with every thrust. he keeps you pinned there, ass jiggling with every impact, your tail thumping helplessly against him while nanami watches the show.
finally, toji snarls and yanks your hips back one last time, forcing you down onto his cock as deep as you can take. his knot swells—thick and perfect—popping past your entrance slowly and locking deep inside with a wet schlurp. the sudden stretch and pressure against that aching spot makes you wail, cumming so hard your vision whites out.
“thaaat’s it,” he groans, somehow managing to turn you to him so he can lay back with you wrapped in his arms, holding you flush against him while his knot pulses and pumps your womb full. “take every drop, dumb little bunny. grind on it—yeah, just like that.”
you’re completely gone—nothing but a soft, drooling, cockdrunk puddle. your fluffy tail twitches weakly as you mindlessly rock your hips against his swollen knot, tiny whimpers and “more… more… so full…” spilling from your lips. your ears flop over his chest, body boneless and trembling with aftershocks.
toji smirks, one big hand petting your sweaty bunny ears while the other keeps your hips pressed tight so you can’t pull off even if you wanted to.
“look at that,” he chuckles, glancing over at a very quiet nanami. “turned his sweet little rabbit into a brainless knotslut in one go. real cute.”
you just nuzzle closer, grinding slow and dreamy against the thick knot stretching you so perfectly, so dumb and happy and finally full.
“g-good… doggy…” you mumble, voice all floaty and slurred, tail giving one last happy little thump.
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