summary - you decide to volunteer at your local library during winter break, unaware of the owners cute grandson. you're convinced he absolutely hates you, only to find out he's been thinking on which position to fuck you in first.
warnings/tags - smut, brief angst, fluff, small town romance, he's a bit of an ass, rough sex, fingering, public sex, unprotected. not proofread !
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northern california is rainy around these months.
wanting to be different from the rest of the country, it doesn't offer the warmth of the sun, perfect enough to tan. it instead gives you foggy mornings that blur into rainy afternoons and demands you to be wrapped up in multiple blankets by the end of the day.
that's why you neatly placed your pink burberry scarf around your neck, patting it softly down over your chest with one hand while the other held the application form to volunteer at a library right down the street from your new home.
one you have been visiting for a while now, mostly when you needed to renew your business and law textbooks for school, ones you refused to pay over 500$ for. with one final look in the mirror, you grabbed your umbrella from it's place before heading out the door.
barely anyone helped out at the library because it was family owned. but it had people coming in and out at every hour of the day. so you weren't surprised when a group of people came out the door as soon as you approached it. matcha in hand and earbuds plugged into ears.
performative males.
their earbuds weren't even plugged in and that alone made your eye twitch.
after closing your umbrella, you stepped inside, making your way over to the counter where mrs. gojo usually was. and there the old lady stood, looking through her glasses, scanning books like always.
a smile made it's way on your face. she was the sweetest woman ever, always giving you little stories here and there every time you came in.
"y'know, my hair used to look exactly like yours at your age." she once told you. now, she had a short frizzy pixie, stripped away from her color and has now turned white.
"oh, hello sweetheart!" she happily greeted. mrs. gojo often forgot your name, so she settled with sweet names any granny would call you.
"hi miss." you greeted back, waiting for her to walk around the corner of her desk to give you a hug. "I'm guessing you're out of school, hm?"
"yup, just finished. I'm free, for now at least." she laughed at that. her age may have changed, but her laugh has remained the same.
"what brings you here? you should be out with your friends."
"yeah, well, don't have many of those." you chuckled, handing her your form. "saw on your website that you were needing volunteers, so here I am."
she looked down at the paper confused. "volunteers?.. ah right, right. my grandson," she sighed, shaking her head. "he insists I need more help with running this place but I am telling him I'm okay. but he posted on our uh google thing that a.. he put up a volunteer sign up."
"he's even helping out as well this summer. I tell him me and him are enough to keep this place going."
you bit the inside of your cheek, a bit bummed out. "so, um, I'm guessing thats a no then?"
"oh! oh no no young missy. I would love for you to work here with us. but I ask you, why here and not hanging out with your friends?"
"I don't really hang out much." you reminded her. "plus, I like being here."
the sweet lady patted your arm, turning to look behind her. "very well then, I'll give this to my boy." you smiled down at her, appreciating the soft feeling of her gentle hand.
"satoru.. where are you honey" she grabbed her walking cane, about to start moving before another white head appeared from behind the shelves.
your eyes widened.
no way was this her grandson.
he's supposed to be eleven, or ten. her stories made it very clear he was anything but your age.
he was wearing a navy blue polo with brown slacks and on his nose bridge laid his black framed glasses that created a barrier for his pretty blue eyes. the same shade as his grandmothers.
your throat dried up. he was handsome, very handsome.
and nowhere near the age you had imagined him to be. her voice snapped you out of your trance. "hi sweet boy, this pretty young lady used the volunteer form. she'd like to work here.." she explained. he gave you a once over, looking you up and down before looking at your application. his eyes skimmed through, adam's apple bobbing as he spoke.
"alright, I'll look at it." his voice was even more attractive. it was low but calm and gentle all at the same time.
mrs. gojo gently smacked him. "she's working with us, application or not, it does not matter."
"sorry granma'am, I need to make sure that she's eligible to-."
"nonsense, I know her. very sweet girl!" she interrupted.
"I'll file it.." he muttered, slipping the application into the folder behind the desk. then he looked up at you, eyes meeting yours.
"welcome, I guess. I'm satoru."
you greeted him with a small smile, giving him your name as well. he let out a small grunt as he stood up straight, walking out to be at the front next to you, noticing how you backed away a bit.
"alright. I'll make you a name badge tomorrow. if you want to start today, you can go back to where the returns are." he nodded towards a bin with a couple of books that were waiting to be checked in and returned back to their place on the shelves.
you nodded, hands clasped together in front of you.
mrs. gojo grinned brightly at the two of you. satoru gave you a brief nod, lips turning into a thin line, before walking past you brushing his shoulder against yours. and you were able to catch the faint scent of cedar and rain making you feel light headed.
"he's shy. must be because you're pretty." she said softly, making your face warm up.
"I've got eyes, you know. he barely talks to anyone other than me or himself. not even to customers."
your eyes flickered over to where the white haired boy had disappeared into. "he'll warm up to you quickly." she gave you a little arm rub and began to hum as she made her way over to a family asking for a membership.
you sure hoped so.
but you hoped wrong.
oh, so wrong.
mrs. gojo's words echoed in your head every day you showed up, praying that satoru would do more than glance your way and shame you for putting the books in the wrong section.
"no, this doesn't go here. I've told you many, many times before the Eschatological literature is all the way in the back. Not with dystopian." he grabbed, or more like snatched, the book from your hands.
"Isn't that kind of the same thing?"
He looked down at you like you had suddenly grown three heads. "Are you stupid?"
Yeah.
He was an asshole.
And when he wasn't whisper yelling at you for a mistake, he was making you do the things he was supposed to.
Like being in charge of the front desk while he took an hour break to study for his Econ class.
"Uh, Satoru? I thought you were doing the check out today." You carefully approached him, not wanting to annoy him in any way.
Satoru's head turned to look to where you stood, adverting his eyes from his computers screen. His eyes traveled up and down your frame, taking in the cute but simple outfit you wore.
God, he just wanted to tear it all up.
He adjusted his glasses, standing up not before closing his device.
"Can't you do that?" He asked.
"Oh, well I'm in charge of putting the books back in place, so.."
"No. Absolutely not."
You frowned. sure you've messed up a couple of times in the past two weeks, but you thought you have gotten the hang of it.
"Just do the check outs and I'll take care of the rest."
His lanky body moved out of the room, giving you the opportunity to let out a frustrated sigh.
You heard his annoying voice once again. "Get to work."
You thought this was supposed to be a nice relaxing way to spend your vacations. A little get away from being pushed around by your parents and peers at school, only to end up in the same situation. But this time by a really good looking boy you just wanted to hit in the face.
"Have a great day.." You forced a happy tone out, handing the customer the book. You were so burnt out you didn't even process properly when said customer hit on you.
"Sorry?" you blinked a few times.
The man stood tall, green eyes on yours and a smile stretched on his face.
"I was saying that you're really beautiful.. and if you'd like to grab coffee some time?"
Never in your many years living in this shit town have you been complimented by such a handsome guy. His muscles were visible even through his brown leather jacket.
"Su-"
"We'd really appreciate it if you wouldn't flirt with our employees."
You've gotta be joking.
You turned to Satoru whose eyes were set on the man who was already backing away.
"My apologies." He politely said, smiling one last time at you before leaving the building.
Satoru watched him leave, internally patting himself on the back proud that he managed to scare him off. No way was he going to let you get any game while he was plotting on you.
Through his glasses, he finally looked at you, only to flinch a little when you looked like you were one second away from biting his head off.
"Seriously? Do you hate me that much? What the hell have I ever done to you other than confuse two fucking genres of books?!"
"Woah, watch your tone. There are kids here, if you haven't noticed."
"No, listen here Satoru. What is your damn deal?"
You were clearly fed up with whatever bullshit he has been pulling.
His eyebrows furrowed, not pleased with the vulgar tone of yours. "It's not appropriate to do that kind of stuff here."
"Since when? Not even a day ago were you getting hit on by a girl!" Yes he was the worst guy you have ever met, but he was very handsome. His face looked like it was built by God himself.
"Now it's a problem?" You scoffed, walking away from him.
There was no emotion visible on his face.
He quickly scanned the library, making sure no one was watching as he followed after you, gently slamming you onto the desk nearby.
Rows of shelves covered you from any eyes, but anyone could walk to where you both were any second.
"What are-" you were cut off when a large hand covered your mouth, the feeling of something hard pressing up against your ass made you freeze.
"You sure are something, huh?" Satoru sighed, giving you a little thrust. "Been wanting to do this since you first showed up. You know how many times my grandma spoke about you? Didn't know you were this pretty."
Your moan was muffled by him, already feeling yourself get wet, which he took notice on.
His free hand traveled down to squeeze your inner thighs, moaning lowly. He's never actually touched a woman like this before. Only learning the ways of sex because of the mature section that was on the second floor, hidden away.
He's read a few pages here and there discreetly when organizing them or when he had to kick teenagers out for treating it like the back of Spencers.
"Fuck.. is this okay?" His cock was about to explode but he really needed to know if you wanted this too. He's seen the way you stared at him when you thought he wasnt noticing. The way your eyes lingered on his arms, especially his hands.
You nodded, whining a 'yes' when he relaxed the hand that was gripping your lower face.
“Good.” He leaned in and kissed the crook of your neck, his lips moving against your warm skin as he whispered moaned in your ear, feeling you through your panties. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a hungry one, his tongue tracing the outline of your pulse point, biting down on it.
He watched your face closely, taking in all the little expressions you made after he moved your underwear to the side, teasing your bare cunt. His eyes darkened with lust, wanting to see you completely come undone by his touch.
You had no idea how no one had noticed yet.
The horrid sound of your wet pussy squelching at every movement his fingers did was loud enough to fill the area you were in.
A library was supposed to be quiet by nature, making it an appropriate place to let those who want to study, study in peace.
Not to have sex in the corner. Not at all.
“oh my fuck. your so messy.” His fingers curled hard inside you, thumb playing with your clit in circles to bring you to your orgasm quicker.
He was living for the small noises you made. How you tried your best to be quiet.
"Fuck—“
Satoru pulled back just enough to watch the way you trembled—fingers glistening with your arousal as his free hand yanked his pants down further. He began stroking his cock, continuing working on your cunt.
“Satoru..” you whimpered.
“Yes baby?”
The pet name made you clench harder around his digits.
“Fuck me..” your own words made you cringe. you sounded desperate. because you were.
Satoru lost it—his cock driving into you with brutal precision as he sucked his fingers clean fucking you in tandem until your thighs trembled around his dick.
"Say my name when you cum," he ordered against your neck before sucking hard, the vibrations of his groan making your hips jerk. His free hand pinned yours above your head: "Wanna hear who owns this tight little—fuck!"
He cut off mid-sentence when he felt you clamp down on him.
“where’s you learn how to talk dirty..” you managed to say with the way he was plummeting in and out of you. “and fuck.”
“i’ve got my ways of learning sweetheart.”
He chuckled darkly, biting down on his lip to keep himself quiet.
“gonna cum inside.” He warned.
You nodded, getting dizzy when he hit your g-spot repeatedly.
and that was enough to make you cum.
“Yes.. yes fuck oh my god.”
he released into you, watching as it immediately drip out of you.
“Thank you..”
you smiled weakly up at him. “for taking your virginity?”
“felt like i took yours.” he grinned, helping you put your panties back in place, patting your cunt one more time before tucking himself back in his pants.
“satoru sweetheart? where are you?” Mrs. Gojos voice could be heard.
“shit. forgot we were here.” his eyes widened, watching as his grandma walked in.
She paused in her steps.
“oh! looks like you’ve gotten along. see, told you he’d warm up to you.” she innocently smiled at you, unaware of the reason why you two were even this close to each other in the first place.
“cmon, you’ve gotta help me out with some books.” she turned around, pausing again.
synopsis: your best friend has always been an asshole - whether it's in his band or in his bed. him ditching you? nothing new. but when one bedroom door closes, another one opens
pairings: rockstar!Suguru Geto x f!Reader x childhood fwb!Sukuna
content: mdni, oops angst!, men fighting over reader hehehe, sukuna being the crash out king, reader finally cracks, loads of anger/confrontations, suguru getting beat up lol, choso cameo, emotional hurt, cleaning up and taking care of wounds hehe, reassurance, suguru being daddy of the year again, complicated and EXTREMELY messy relationships
a/n: IF YOU MISSED THE INTERLUDE BEFORE THIS READ HERE !! also geto art by @srkork on x !
Was it really a fucking surprise that something inside of you snapped at the sight of your best friend beating the shit out of your ex-boyfriend?
Choso stopped the car halfway up the driveway, but you were already unbuckling and unlocking your door, hopping out before he even put it in park.
Suguru was shoved up against the wall next to his front door, blood pouring down his nose, eyes swollen as Sukuna brought his fist up to him again. He wasn't even fighting back. Shoulders stiff, just ready for it as you ran up a path you'd been pretending you hadn't thought about since the last day you left him.
You yanked Sukuna back by the scruff of his collar, all that anger radiating off him stopping the second he saw your seething glare.
"What the hell?" You hissed, letting go of him to slot yourself between them, chest yjkheaving with hurt you were so fucking sick of holding in.
Neither of them answered immediately.
Suguru wiped the blood from beneath his nose, wincing at the small touch as you scowled at the man who was supposed to be asleep in bed beside you right now.
"You're really not going to say anything?" You asked, face hardening as you searched Sukuna's face for some sign of remorse only to find that stoney stare. Jesus fucking Christ.
Kaori and Jin had been asleep, Yuji sweetly nestled between them when you had gingerly tapped twice on their door, leaving you to fucking walk outside and across the lawn to knock on Choso's door to see if he'd drive you to pick up the idiot standing in front of you dripping blood onto the concrete.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, but it was hollow, hard to believe.
"You're not," you exhaled, fingers trembling as you tried to rub some of the tension out of your aching shoulders.
"I-"
"I actually don't want to fucking hear it if you want to be an idiot," you grimaced, turning away from him to face Suguru.
You automatically flinched, sucking in a sharp breath that didn't make it down your throat as you saw all the fresh scrapes, all the red splotches that would surely swell and turn to blue or purple tomorrow.
Reflexively, you reached up, hesitating before actually touching him. Biting down on your lip before throwing another annoyed look over your shoulder at Sukuna.
"Can I help clean you up?" You asked, swallowing hard as you made yourself scrutinize his face and figure out if he'd need any stitches.
Suguru slowly opened his mouth to speak, but you could see the little cringe of pain that made you feel even worse than you previously thought possible.
You really should've known better than to expect Sukuna to clean up your mess for you. All he had done here was create an even bigger one.
And yet, you still felt like he was your responsibility.
"Please let me," you muttered, tilting your head to the side. "It's seriously the least I can do after he-"
You didn't finish, just waving your hand up towards his face as you fought back a pout.
"Okay," he agreed, but you saw the way his stare flickered behind you to the asshole that literally just assaulted him.
Sukuna's hand reached out, tried to grab your wrist, but you pulled it back before his fingers could actually wrap around it.
"Go sit in your car," you muttered, half-tempted to hit him as you looked towards the still-cracked open door to Suguru's house.
What if the girls heard?
Imagining what would have happened if they sleepily stumbled out of their beds only to see some stranger attacking their father. Another fresh wave of frustration washing over you while you tried to keep a level head here, tried to step up when clearly Sukuna wasn't as capable as you convinced yourself he was.
A handful of hours ago, you had been considering telling him you loved him. If you did, would he have felt the need to do this?
What did you really expect from him? For him to seriously change?
"You want me to leave you alone with me?" Sukuna asked, and you couldn't even bring yourself to look at him right now.
"Clearly, you don't give a shit what I want if you're here right now," you sarcastically muttered under your breath, bitterness coating your throat as it threatened to close.
Before he could retort or offer some snarled reply, footsteps interrupted, your driver for tonight awkwardly standing a few feet away.
Choso's dark gaze lingered on Suguru too long to be comfortable, conflicted from the years of idolization, all the time he'd spent looking up to him as an idea and the reality of his connection with you before finally readjusting and landing on you.
"Can I go back home and get some sleep?" Choso yawned, rubbing his tired eyes like he didn't want to deal with this, but would stay if you asked him to. The whole car ride had been tense, speckled with concerned glanced and awkward assurances he stammered out that he didn't actually watch your sex tape in a way that made you think he'd definitely seen some of it.
Knowing him though, it was probably something he stumbled upon in the total clusterfuck the last twelve hours were.
"Yeah, I'll take Sukuna back," you sighed, even though you suspected that car ride would be even more spectacularly awful. "Thanks, Cho."
"Course," he mumbled, rolling his shoulders back before he offered Sukuna a single annoyed once-over. "Do you ever fucking learn, dude?"
The answer was no.
But Sukuna didn't get to say it while he was already shuffling back to his car.
"He can sit on the couch and wait," Suguru graciously offered, as if he was playing host instead of victim here.
"Yeah, like I'm going to sit on your couch and-" Sukuna sarcastically started repeating him, and you held up a single finger to shut him up before he dared to finish it.
"You will, and you'll shut up."
And if he didn't, you were considering dropping him off on the side of the road.
Sukuna kept his mouth shut, but you didn't miss the way he glowered when he did sit down in the corner of the couch, the living room eerily quiet as Suguru flicked on a lamp so he wasn't sitting in the dark.
You could see how much it was killing him, how badly he wanted to demand you didn't leave the room without him, but honestly? You wanted to spite him a little bit, piss him off in return after he ruined your already awful night.
But regret did start to creep in once you let Suguru lead you back into his hallway bathroom, even if it wasn't even the one you had sex with him in last.
He shut the door behind him, his fingers hitting the light switch next, yellow bulbs bathing everything in warm light.
"It's kinda cute watching you boss him around," Suguru murmured, trying to break the tension, and you nearly broke into a smile at how absurd this whole thing felt. Being here right now. With him.
"You want me to call you an idiot too?" You dryly offered, and he grinned as you got down on your knees to search for first aid supplies in his cabinet.
"I mean, I think the shoe fits," he said, and you did let out a small, relieved laugh that he wasn't holding this against you. Soothing the inflammation of your irritability, bringing you back from the brink of completely losing it.
At least he could admit he was an idiot.
You didn't know if the man waiting out there for you would even realize what a moron he was until morning came.
"On the toilet," you muttered, gesturing for Suguru to sit, sighing as you sorted through his well-stocked kit after you placed it on the counter. Although all of his bandaids were various shades of pink and purple and featured kitties, you supposed it was still better than nothing.
And the girls would hopefully be too distracted by the colorful bandages to notice the bruises and cuts blooming underneath them.
"You didn't have to just take it, y'know," you muttered as you pulled out the alcohol wipes, ripping open the little square and struggling to figure out where to start.
"I probably deserve it," he shrugged. "I hit him first last time."
You didn't know what to say to that when your brain just brought you back to being between them. How they each pulled you in and pried you apart in different ways. The look on Sukuna's face when he saw Suguru's hand on your thigh. The betrayal that burned in Suguru's eyes when he realized it had been him.
"I really am sorry for not telling you about Sukuna sooner," you softly said, even if you didn't really want to rehash it. But you were sick of living in this weird in-between state with him, torn between guilt and hurt. "I just didn't know how to say it back then. I was kinda scared you wouldn't see me the same way."
"I told you before, I don't care what happened between you and him," he said, and even when you were hearing it a second time, your mind didn't want to let it sink in.
Another awkward pause. A tense silence you didn't have the strength to break.
"Are you friends with his whole band?" He asked instead, a hint of curiosity you guessed, probably at Choso's appearance.
"Yeah, I mean, I've known most of them for years," you muttered, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you carefully wiping right above his brow where the skin had split clean. Tossing out the wipe and grabbing a new one to keep working on the rest of his face. "I've kinda been stuck with Sukuna since we were basically, like, babies. Choso moved next door to him and his brother when we were teenagers, but uh, the band stuff came later."
You had never really known a life without Sukuna in it.
The only version of you that you'd known was when you were Suguru's girlfriend.
Who were you when you were on your own? What were you without either of them?
The thought was uncomfortable enough you kept chattering, cocking your head to the side as you continued, "Cho's actually a huge fan of yours, he actually starting playing because he saw one of your shows a few years ago."
"Seriously?" Suguru smiled, and you nodded, returning a smaller version of it.
"You would like him," you muttered, genuinely meaning it.
"Yeah?" He asked. You felt stupid nodding again, more like a bobblehead than a real person, suddenly struck by this funny flutter of nervousness as you remembered your proximity. Too close as you cleaned his face, that familiar dark stare of his dragging over every detail of your face like he was trying to memorize it.
He didn't break it either.
Not even looking away once as you started applying the girly bandages, brushing his hair out of his face to make sure you didn't catch any loose strands of hair in the adhesive.
"I missed talking to you," he said, and you struggled to face that you felt the same.
That even if this whole situation was screwed up, it was surprisingly nice to be able to speak to him like this.
"Yeah," you agreed. "Me too."
He stood up, leaning down to cup your cheek, steady fingers splayed out as he tilted his head to the side. There was no scent of smoke hanging onto his clothes anymore, just his cologne and the faint hint of blood and rubbing alcohol. His warm eyes locked onto yours, reminding you why you fell for him in the first place. What side of him you'd been trying to shove down in your memory.
"As much as I hate to admit it," he murmured, his stare flicking down to your lips for less than half a second before he caught himself. "All three of us would do anything for you."
You almost protested, pointed out that him and Sukuna were literally just fist-fighting on his front porch past midnight, but he just gave a little self-deprecating smile that let you know he knew what a fucking mess it was too.
"Maybe we're still figuring it out, but we'll take care of you," he promised, a cute crinkle by his lips when he offered a real smile this time. "Whatever it takes."
Trusting Suguru was too easy. You could slip back into it if you let yourself.
Both men had some gravitational pull on you, threatening to suck you back into their orbit when they spoke soft enough, said the right things.
"I'm here for you," he added, as if his stare didn't say it for him. "Always. Just a call away."
He started towards the door, hand hovering over the knob, and you got the sudden urge to stop him. Stall the moment just a little longer.
"Did you make up with Gojo?" You spoke up before he could grab it.
"Sorta," he paused, turning back to you as you studied the way his now grown-out bangs hung over his brows. "He came over earlier."
"Is he okay?" You nervously asked, wondering how he was handling it. You should call him tomorrow, just talk to him yourself, despite how hypocritical you felt for acting like it'd be him who'd let it leak that night when it was your own fault for not deleting it off your laptop sooner.
But there were a hundred other things you were supposed to do soon, a million responsibilities a more mature person would be planning out and scheduling to sort through the wreckage of your life.
Then again, would a more mature person even end up like this?
"He's embarrassed. Angry," Suguru answered, running those long fingers of his back through his hair. "Worried about you. We're on the same page there."
"I hope Manami gets hit by a fucking car," you muttered under your breath, and he laughed.
Your lips curling up instinctively watching him smirk and nod.
"A train," he added, trying to make you giggle too.
You almost did.
His hand reached back for the knob, but it was him who dragged it out this time.
"Have we made up?" Suguru asked, and you were once again rendered speechless. The hurt lingered. Crept around in the corners and crevices and popped back up when you weren't expecting it. Thinking to your vulnerabilities thrown in your face, of him leaving you behind and barely looking back.
"You really hurt me, Suguru," you quietly admitted.
"I know, I'm sorry," he apologized, soft and sincere. It wasn't exactly the first time he said it, but it was the first one where it felt like it pierced deep enough you wouldn't be able to push it away. "I regret what I said to you every fucking day. I don't think it'll ever stop."
You wished he was lying. Loathed how easy it was to see that he wasn't. That if he had a single wish, he would take it all back.
All it did was undo half the stitches on your heart to imagine what would've been. Where you both would be right now if he hadn't tossed your love at you and you hadn't walked out his door.
"You should call Satoru," you changed the subject. "You know, have someone here to help keep the girls distracted from, uh..."
You vaguely gestured up to his face, flustered as you shrugged your shoulders, tilting your head to the side and rubbing your neck.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Sure."
"I'll call him and tell him to check up on you if you don't," you threatened.
Suguru grinned a little, well, as much as he could with a busted bottom lip.
"His dad wants us to attend some meeting at the end of this week," Suguru muttered, leaning against the wall as you winced yourself at the mention of that asshole. "But no matter what he says or what shit he tries to pull, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure I can get as many copies as possible taken down, okay?"
"He's probably fucking pleased just to have the publicity back on you guys," you scoffed back, head shaking and nose scrunching up.
"I don't know," Suguru dryly replied, sharing your disdain. "Satoru said he was pissed at him for looking like a pussy in it."
You could tell by the way he said it that he was just repeating what his best friend told him. It still made you cringe, lips pursing together as you felt a sharp sting of sympathy for Satoru for being raised by a prick like that.
"I hate him almost as much as I hate her," you grumbled, and his other hand grabbed your arm the way he used to. Dragging his thumb over the sleeve of your shirt, understanding in the simple small gesture.
"They'll get what's coming to them," he said, with certainty you didn't share.
How long would it take for any kind of karma to come back around? What consequences would they face if they had good enough connections?
You didn't need to go searching and scrolling through comment sections to know what the general public's reaction would be. How ruined your reputation would be. Branded as a whore as if half of them wouldn't have done the same in your shoes.
Following Suguru back out into the hall, you walked into the living room to see Nanako sitting on the couch next to Sukuna, little arms folded across her chest as she squinted up at him in her pajamas.
"Who're you?" She yawned, oblivious to his bruised and bloody knuckles currently buried in his lap, blinking slowly as she fiddled with the plastic dinosaur you guessed she decided to sleep with tonight.
"A friend," Suguru answered, stepping out and taking back over the situation. "Let's go back to bed, sweetheart."
But then she saw you behind him, her whole face lighting up as she hopped off the couch and practically sprinted over to you, completely ignoring the fact her father now looked like he'd been mugged as she wrapped her arms around your leg.
"You're here," she squealed, her happiness making you smile even if it was just for a single second. "Tell me a bedtime story? Please?"
"They were just leaving, angel," Suguru tried to put his hand on her shoulder, leaning down to pull her back, but that only made her cling to you harder.
"But-"
"You should be back in bed," he softly scolded, stern enough to make her hesitate, throwing a pleading look up at him.
"Why?" She whined, not understanding. "I jus' wan' one."
Her eyes were the size of the moon, wavering and wide as they focused back on you. Begging you to pick her up and tuck her in like you used to.
Sukuna was probably attempting to telepathically beg you to go back to Jin's place with him, but you were still pissed enough at him you decided to cave into Nanako's demands.
"Just one?" You asked, squatting down to lift her up, letting her throw her arms around your neck as you glanced at Suguru for approval.
He nodded, and you retraced steps you hadn't taken in what felt like forever.
Listening to her ramble about how uncle Towu visited them today, how he even let them put pink in his hair, although she added he sounded sad when he was talking to daddy, your smile faltering before you forced yourself to regain your composure.
Putting her back in her own bed, making sure the blanket was covering her how she liked before plucking a random book off their shelf, stepping over stuffed animals spread over their floor. You had to whisper, keeping your voice low to not wake up Mimiko as you told her some pretty fairytale about a princess.
But even when you finished, she still wasn't asleep. Yawning again as she rolled onto her side, brown eyes still bright, illuminated by their night light.
"Can you come back soon?" She requested, trying hard not to drift off just yet.
"Maybe," you murmured.
Over Sukuna's dead body.
"Can you tell daddy I wan' one more good night kiss?" She whispered, rubbing her cheeks.
"Sure, sweetie," you smiled, stroking her head, too swept up in a role that wasn't really yours anymore.
You glanced back out into the living room, surprised to see Suguru and Sukuna actually talking, and not like, viscerally arguing. Wearing serious expressions, even if it looked a little silly on Suguru with all the bandages spotted across his cheeks and plastered above his dark brows. His mouth was moving, and even though you couldn't hear what he was saying, Sukuna seemed to actually be listening to him.
And then Sukuna was pulling out his phone as he grumbled something back, fingers typing on his keyboard before you awkwardly cleared your throat and they both turned back.
"Um, Nana wants another good night kiss," you softly said, jutting your thumb back into the hall towards their bedroom.
"Oh, sure," Suguru said, stepping forward.
You didn't know why you followed him back there, leaning against the doorway to watch as he treaded quietly to his daughter. Mimiko still dozing peacefully in her own twin bed, blissfully unaware that she managed to sleep through a mess.
"Daddy," Nanako yawned again, long and drawn out. "Why're you wearing my bandaids?"
"I fell outside," he lied, forcing himself to smile through it, and your heart strained inside your chest.
"Ouch" she sleepily said, blinking up before rolling over to look at you in the doorway. "Night night."
"Good night, Nana," you murmured softly, offering a small wave of your hand before your eyes betrayed you by glancing up at her dad standing by her bed. "Night, Suguru."
You turned on your heel, holding your breath as you kept moving forward. You didn't look at Sukuna even when you entered the living room this time, just heading straight for the door.
Footsteps lingered behind you, heavy and fast, Sukuna's presence feeling more like a poltergeist unfortunately attached to you than the only person you trusted.
Tomorrow, you'd be exhausted. Too drained to do anything without even your own bed to rot in. But tonight? The only thing keeping you alive was your anger.
Maybe you were misdirecting it.
Taking some of it out on the only person you really could. But fuck, Sukuna really pissed you off this time.
"Give me your keys," you muttered, holding out your hand as you heard him shut the front door behind both of you.
"I can-"
"Give me your fucking keys," you repeated, refusing to budge until he begrudgingly handed them over.
Immediately starting back towards his car, fumbling through the set to find his key fob, unlocking it with an irritated huff, yanking open the driver's door and climbing in to get it started.
The passenger door slammed shut next, but you still refused to so much as turn your head.
You'd known it before.
All you had to do was give him a goddamn millimeter and he'd take more than a mile.
"You're mad at me," he said, and you briefly considered banging your head on his steering wheel.
"I'm glad to see you have some functioning braincells still left," you snapped.
"I tried to fucking hold it in all day," he said, as if that changed anything.
"Do you want a gold star?" You scoffed, the sound ringing out in the quiet car without the radio to dampen it.
You had forgotten what it felt like to really fight with him, the charge in the air, ready to be ignited, one spark away from catching fire. Chest heaving as you desperately tried to contain all the words you wanted to spit at him, only half of them close to what you actually meant, lashing out when you were already spiraling.
"It's his fault this happened to you," he grunted, and you could bury your face in your hands, palms running over your cheeks as your stomach curled in on itself before you forced yourself to turn and stare out the window. His reflection was still there, the faint imprint of his frustrated expression, haunting you anyway.
"By that logic, it's your fault too," you defended Suguru, sick of this stupid game you'd been sucked into. "And mine for choosing him and letting him take the goddamn video. We all made shitty fucking decisions and now we're stuck with them."
None of you could go back and change a single thing.
You just had to figure out where to go from here.
His silence was enough to force you to turn, head swiveling to see if so much as a sentence had sunk in through his thick skull.
"God, you know you're such a fucking asshole," you hissed, half under your breath, so much hurt packed in it you hoped it felt like a punch. He recoiled like it was, blinking back at you as if he hadn't been expecting this exact reaction.
"I didn't think you'd show up," he grunted, and you sorta wished Suguru had hit him.
"Did you even think about how I'd feel at all?"
His mouth moved, but he didn't defend himself. You could see how badly he was itching to argue, irritation crawling under his skin at your accusation, but he was holding back.
"You had to know," you continued, lips pursing together as your frustration kept building, months of it collecting and cumulating into this. "You had to fucking know it would just hurt me more. And you still did it."
"That's not fair," he grunted, a low growl that you shook off. "You know I don't want to hurt you."
"Do I? Because you did for years," you reminded him, voice cracking at the end as your throat threatened to close around a lump bobbing up in it. You really weren't being fair now, dredging up more of the past when he'd been making such a point in changing.
But there was only so long you could keep bottling everything up. Holding it in and hoping for the best.
"Am I that pathetic?" You asked, exhaling hard as you threw a heated glance back at him in the passenger seat. "You think you can do anything and just assume I'll forgive you for it?"
"You're not pathetic," he muttered, his nose scrunching up like he was stunned at all of this. Taken back by the thoughts that had been twisting and taking root inside your head.
"I feel pathetic," you admitted, tearing your stare away from him.
Everything ached and everything was wrong and the one fucking person you wanted to rely on right now had blood on his hands that wasn't his.
He left you alone once again to do what?
Satisfy his possessive streak? Get out his anger?
Was he jealous that it wasn't him immortalized on the Internet for fucking you?
"I shouldn't have done it," Sukuna finally said, and you felt no relief. Nothing that eased the hole inside you he just ripped open more.
"No shit," you mumbled.
"It's just, he's always there," Sukuna scoffed, and you could only shake your head at how goddamn dense he was.
"And guess what?" You gritted your teeth to stop yourself from chewing on your already bleeding bottom lip. "You weren't."
"Don't-"
"No," you stopped him, shoulders shaking as you struggled to get full sentences out, the anger making all those other messy feelings even more heightened. "I needed you tonight. I fucking picked you, idiot, and you went out in the middle of the goddamn night to beat up my ex-boyfriend when all I wanted was you beside me."
You picked him. And he picked punching your ex-boyfriend.
God.
You couldn't breathe. Couldn't stand this.
The thick silence suffocating you, the leaded weight of his eyes as he finally fucking heard you.
You twisted the key in the ignition, turning on the radio so you didn't have to think about anything other than whatever stupid song was playing or what was on the road.
But with your luck, the stupid rock station was playing Suguru's single, the only he murmured was meant for another you once upon a time.
Groaning out loud, banging your head hard against the headrest before sighing and brushing your hair back out of your face as you checked the rearview mirrors.
"I'm sorry," he said for the second time tonight, staring out the window as you finally put the car in reverse. "I'll make an appointment with my therapist tomorrow. I'll apologize to him, or whatever you-"
"Do what you want, Sukuna," you muttered.
It wasn't like he'd listen to you anyway.
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the strongest sorcerer of all time refuses to have a weakness...even if it's you
synopsis: ryomen sukuna is not meant to have feelings for anyone. let alone the best friend sleeping in his bed, the single person in this suffocating estate who isn't scared of him. from starving to being double stuffed, you stayed by his side throughout all of it. so why can't he seem to do the same for you?
pairing: heian era!Sukuna x f!reader, Choso x f!reader
wc: 10.7k
content: mdni!! heavy angst and smut!!!! character death, regression, blood/violence, true form sukuna, he's a real asshole guys lmfaoo, mean and possessive sukuna, fingering, titty sucking, unprotected piv sex, anal sex, double penetration (each hole), creampie, accidental pregnancy, sukuna has ISSUES, reader loves him anyway, emotional hurt, no comfort, sukuna crashing out, sweet choso is also here, garden sex, mentions of marriage, happy ending for reader
a/n: this is a commission by my sweet amazing angel @martianzmars !!! love you cutie pie :3 the sukuna art is by @winterrbluess <3
What was the worth of a flower?
It faded. Wilted. Petals falling off with time if they weren’t trampled on first. They didn’t last. Just another weak, fragile thing that sprouted only to die.
“Why?” He plucked off a delicate petal, nose scrunching in disgust.
You frowned at him, and he passed the detestable thing back to you. Swallowing his scoff and spreading his thighs further apart on his throne, propping his face up with one of his arms. Must you end the day with some boring fight over a petty thing like that? He watched the way your fist tightened around the crooked stem from the corner of one of his bottom eyes.
“It’s medicinal,” you muttered, gesturing to the cut on his arm.
He rolled his eyes, flexing his bicep before letting his own energy wash over him, healing himself without even an ounce of exertion.
He didn’t need some puny, pathetic flower to do it for him.
Didn’t need your help.
What would it take for you to realize that?
You weren’t kids anymore. Not twelve years old, skin and bones, needing you to collect herbs and wildflowers to cure him from some cold or sickness. Both of you had grown up.
And yet, you were still here, still following him, trailing after his path of destruction, holding onto his sleeve. Because you needed him.
That was just the way it was.
“My lord, you still have-”
He shut up his aide with a single wave, grinding his back molars as he waited for the next person to enter the throne room. He resented his title. Resented the room itself.
They were supposed to be a symbol of his strength, things he was given simply because he scared people. The men with money shoving material possessions, lands, titles, women, whatever they thought would satiate him, offering up their servants and daughters alike if it meant their heads would be spared.
Sometimes it did.
But others weren’t always lucky. And his mood was, ah, how did you put it?
Fickle?
His flames shifted with the wind.
And your attitude this afternoon wasn’t helping.
You dismantled the rest of the flower yourself. Moodily perched on the edge of his lap, distracting him while he tried to listen to the whines and pleas from his subjects. They always had something to complain about, even when they got on their knees trembling to ask him for more.
These days, you didn’t even look up when he slaughtered them. Just twirling the stem between your fingers as the blood hit the floor.
Your mouth was moving, like you were speaking, but no words came out. Pouting a little, your brows pulling together as you pried the last petal off and let it hit the ground.
“What are you doing?” He grumbled, and you shrugged your shoulders, not looking back.
“Playing a game,” you responded softly, barely reacting when one of his free hands grabbed your waist through the top layer of your kimono.
He grunted his disapproval, but you didn’t flinch.
The rest of the world was terrified of the four-armed monster rumored to butcher and burn those who dared to cross him. Serve their bodies up on a spit roast.
He said they hadn’t experienced true hunger if they condemned him for a little cannibalism.
You didn’t fear him though. Saw past the scars and disfiguration that made even those beneath him turn and whisper.
“What kind of game?” He tch-ed, tempted to take the plain stem now from you.
“I asked if you love me,” you admitted, and he couldn’t decide if this was some crude attempt at teasing him. His fingers sank deeper into your side, pulling you deeper into his lap.
He nodded towards the scattered petals on the floor, the blood slowly spreading and threatening to seep into them. “What did you land on?”
“You love me not.”
Sukuna’s mouth twitched at how you said it. As if you gave an idiotic child’s game weight.
But he didn’t protest. Didn’t say no or scoff.
Instead, he pried you off of him, placing you on the floor, barely bothering to check that you wouldn’t be stepping in blood before he started towards the exit.
“Kuna,” you started in a soft voice, the irritatingly intimate making him freeze for a split-second, enough that you corrected yourself. He'd only criticized you for it once, snapped at you to refer to him properly when he was at his court. “My lord.”
“My chambers tonight,” he announced, not looking back at you.
There was a rhythm to the routine. A monotony he found dull and draining, a familiar itch creeping under his skin at staying here this long. He wanted back out in battle. To find some other sorcerer claiming themselves capable to cleave down.
He made up his mind during his next meal, stuffing his mouth full of meat, fork stabbing clean through the fine cut of someone he never got the name of as he planned out his next departure. Some irritating white-haired woman kept trying to talk to him from across the table, claiming to be from some clan he couldn’t care less about.
An advisor tried to quell his annoyance, but it was like another bug in his ear, whispering that she could be useful as a concubine, as if Sukuna gave a shit. A flick of his fingers was all it took for the room to finally fall silent – even if the wall was now splattered with blood.
Perhaps they should be grateful he gave them messes to clean. Stable employment meant they wouldn’t starve. That their children wouldn't.
Not everyone was so lucky.
You kept eating next to him, taking a long sip of your wine before excusing yourself a few moments later, leaving without looking over at the still body in the seat next to you. You weren’t apathetic like him, but you would hold your tongue no matter how much his anger hurt you.
Did it splinter your soul to see him kill?
Sukuna had no way to know.
Conversations weren’t something so commonplace between the two of you anymore. So much had changed, enough that he tried to convince himself that you were simply a body that he shared his bed with.
He disliked the other concubines. They always expected things from him. Wanted clothes or jewels or power. Occasionally, he considered making you his wife, if only to put the others in their place.
To remind them that they would never occupy the space by his throne. That they would never have children that would sit on it.
His new advisors, these men who swore they had intelligence simply because they were schooled, they all urged him to. Begged him to select someone from a clan to have a child with, for his legacy, but he refused.
Why would he want a child? Especially one that would be like him?
He’d carve out his own legacy.
You were waiting for him by the time he returned to his room, cross-legged on the floor, squinting at a poetry book. Neither of you had learned to read as a child, but he’d begrudgingly hired you a tutor – and just happened to sit in on your lessons to learn himself. Supervising, he said. You didn't argue otherwise, even if your brow subtly arched up at his looming presence, his bottom set of arms folded across his chest while the tutor instructed you on how to write, teaching you everything from haikus to the hidden meanings in famous poems.
Sukuna had found it unfortunate when he had to kill him, but it wasn't his fault that the fool had tried to put a hand on your waist, no matter how innocent he claimed it was.
You had been mad at him though, huffing and shutting yourself in your room for four days before you started speaking to him again.
Calling him a child, like you weren't the one clinging to this life he created.
“What are you thinking about?” You asked, drawing him out of another pointless memory of the past.
“You left dinner early,” he dismissed your question entirely. He didn't want to answer it. Why dredge up another reason for you to be annoyed with him?
“I prefer to eat without the smell of iron,” you said, in that measured voice of yours, playing this game of skirting around the real subject.
“You used to eat dirt,” he pointedly reminded you, and you threw your book at him. A rare reaction, your hurt flickering across your face for a few fleeting seconds before you shut back down, maybe remembering that he beheaded a woman for much less hardly fifteen minutes ago.
“You ate bugs,” you argued, brows furrowed in frustration before you glanced away from him.
“And now we both get full meals that you don't even finish,” he sharply replied, the edge to his voice echoing as you flexed your jaw, forcing yourself to not respond to him.
A poor imitation of the meek submission the other women who flitted around in their fine kimonos were well-versed at.
“My apologies, master,” you eventually murmured, your mockery not going unnoticed as you lifted your chin to look up at him from the floor. Dragging your eyes over his bulky frame, muscles stretched taut over bone, skin littered with scars and tattoos.
And still, you stared like he was just the weakling he used to be. That faint flicker of sorrow persisting even when he had practically handed you a soft life on a silver platter.
Sukuna scoffed, squinting before he begrudgingly took two steps forward, beckoning you to stand with a single gesture.
You obeyed. Dusting off the skirt of your robe as your hand reached for the tie – but Sukuna beat you to it.
Skin slowly exposed when he peeled off every layer, removing piece by piece until you were completely bare for him, the light and shadows from the flames dancing across the shape of you while you stood still. Waiting for some appraisal, for him to do with you as he wished.
Your position was always defined by him after all. As his friend or his fuck.
He tossed you onto the mattress, his top set of hands pinning your thighs to your chest, watching your eyes widen as his own loosely-fastened robe hit the floor.
Love was a waste.
It meant nothing.
You said it to him once, declared it under the moon, knees curled against your chest as you looked at him like that. But that had been before. Before the estate and the esteemed treatment that came with a title and land and leverage on all the people that previously treated him with disgust. When it was still simply you and him surviving.
He didn’t say it back. Didn’t do anything other than grunt, tempted to call you a brat for saying something so stupid.
“You're rather distracted tonight,” you murmured, fingers frozen just before they could touch his face. He flinched from it – pulled back before you could make contact.
“You’re irritating today,” he grimaced back, even if you were the least annoying part of his life. The only thing that wasn’t dull and dreadful. The only one that actually made him feel alive.
He waited for you to whine that he didn’t really mean that, but your eyes just searched his for silent confirmation.
You knew better than to expect him to say it out loud.
And despite that (pretty) little pout of frustration flitting across your face, you were still wet when he dipped a single finger into your dripping warmth.
All your feelings fading into the mush of pleasure, eyes rolling back with a simple crook of his thick finger, lazily swirling it around to see your reaction. Not much could compare to the adrenaline of a fight, of sorcery and raw strength, but a faint shiver of exhilaration ran down his spine at the sight of you arching your hips up to make sure he was knuckle-deep, lips falling in a lewd moan as he added another digit.
He ignored it though, shoulders stiff as your walls tried to clamp down on him.
“Were you this wet when you were on my lap?” He dryly mocked, not particularly caring how mean you might call him for teasing you later.
You always forgave him.
Whatever he did, you found a way to justify it.
You weakly nodded, chin tilted back in the air as your lashes fluttered, gasping for air that didn't seem to go in.
“Answer me, brat,” he grunted.
“Yes, m-my lord,” you moaned, and it was only when they parted he noticed your pretty lips painted the same shade as his hair.
“Sukuna,” he snapped, sick of correcting this stubborn new habit of yours. Sure, it had been who insisted on it in the first place, but it was annoying to remind you of what you were and weren't allowed to do.
You swallowed hard enough for him to notice, but you still didn't say it.
Held your mouth closed, and he begrudgingly closed the gap to crash into it, claiming it in a greedy kiss, his tongue in your mouth while you threw your arms over his shoulders. One hand ending up in his hair, scratching at his scalp the way you knew he liked, even if it was another thing he'd never admit out loud.
You tried to wrap your legs around his waist, to push back against the palms still pressed against your thighs, but he didn't let you budge, refused to allow you to try and lock him in some more personal position.
For all the times he'd been called a freak, a curse, for these four arms, there were many more he found them quite useful.
He crooked his fingers deeper, harder, and your body was tensing automatically, your focus fading as you discovered yourself lost and floating in the force of his strokes. Your features softening, catching a fleeting hint of a smile before you were squirming again in his grip.
Using your body to beg him for more.
Sukuna did what he always seemed to do. Oblige you.
Pulling his fingers out the second he thought he stretched you out enough, although it was always a tight fit when it came to him, but he paused, collecting your slick and rubbing it across your puckered hole in preparation for his real main course.
You were the only thing he wanted to devour tonight.
Drinking up the way you whined, wiggled your hips as he dipped his finger deeper in your ass, pushing past the initial resistance to open you up. Taking his time before adding another one, keeping a keen eye on your wrecked expression.
“S’torture,” you slurred, weaking moving your arm trying to grab one of his cocks and guide it to your entrance. “Wan’ you.”
Drunk on him.
He snatched your wrist before you could touch though, letting out a low growl before dropping it over your head.
“Then beg,” he mocked.
“Please,” you immediately whispered, eyes wide and wavering. “Please, Kuna.”
Sukuna couldn’t stand how much he felt like a slave when you spoke like that, lips pretty and pursed and painted that infuriating fucking color.
He dragged his fingers out with a heated huff, wiping them on the sheets and glancing down to see how wet you were for him, glistening in between your thighs as he kept them pinned in place.
“Brat,” he dryly name-called, but his top cock was already throbbing as he slipped it through your soaked folds. Your fingers rushed to tangle in his hair, brushing it back and holding it from his face like he wasn't about to turn you into even more of a blabbering mess.
Glossy eyes hazy with arousal, anticipation as he slipped inch by inch inside, his other cock throbbing, aching to feel you too. Veins pulsing, abs tensing as he felt the sinful way you squeezed and sucked him in.
“Hngh,” you groaned as his bottom tip started to grind against your ass, already starting to feel full as the first one found that spongy part at the back that left you scrambling for your senses.
“You're a wreck,” he tch-ed, like he wasn't already resisting the string tugging tight in his own stomach, restraining himself as his second cock finally slipped inside you, the slow burning stretch leaving you frozen, shuddering as you tried to take him without falling apart.
“Y-you,” you gasped, lashes fluttering, stray tears collected in them as he pulled out just to push back in a rough thrust that made a soft squeak escape instead.
“Finish your sentence,” he murmured, dark and dangerous. He wanted to bite. To sink his teeth into your skin until it left the kind of bruises that would mark you as his to everyone who saw.
“It’s your fault,” you huffed, half a whisper, half a whimper.
Sukuna scoffed, rolling his eyes and his hips, stuffing you too full to speak.
One of his hands groped at your chest, grabbing and squeezing, watching them bounce in time with each thrust, leaning down to wrap his mouth around your peaked nipple. Tongue swirling over the top, sucking hard, toying with you while you unravelled underneath him.
You tugged at his scalp, but he was too focused on his current task, lapping and licking at the hardened bud, feeling the soft tissue of your tits while your cunt clamped down around him in response.
Making all sorts of noises that were hardly coherent, moans that hung in the air, the light of the fire dancing across the walls as he fucked you until you forgot all about your attitude earlier.
His fourth hand flitted between your thighs, finding your clit with ease. Sukuna knew your body inside and out. Memorized without making an effort too. He supposed it was simply time.
Rubbing rough circles over that bundle of nerves, well-aware what you liked, what was too much, what would make you whine and cry and try to wiggle free. Although, right now?
Double stuffed with that dreamy look in your eyes, half-lidded and hopeful as you stared up at him while he took you in both holes?
You would accept anything he gave you.
Painting patterns he'd done a thousand times before across that sensitive spot, pinching and playing with it until your thighs were trembling, toes curled as your lips were stuck permanently parted in a broken plea of his name.
You came so easily, he almost found it cute. That soft mind of yours melting with sloppy thrusts, stuffed too full to so much as think while he fucked into your stretched-thin holes, molded into the shape of him. Wrecking you with the way his hips slammed down, threatening to bruise your fragile body.
But you took him how you always did.
With greedy moans, nails raking down his shoulders and slicing through his skin. A little allowance he still gave – one he waited to heal until the morning after every time.
And then he was snapping too, warm ropes of cum spurting out and filling you up, his abs tensing before the abrupt release, his breath briefly growing ragged as his chest heaved.
Most of the world was ugly. A disgusting, boring place he couldn't stand being stuck in.
But the sight of you as he pulled out, dripping with his seed, kiss-bitten and barely held together, shivering as you struggled to catch your breath, well, it wasn't awful.
He didn’t mean to cum inside of you.
A simple accident. He stared indifferently at the cum leaking out onto the sheets, a prick of annoyance setting in at the thought of needing a servant to come change the bedding again in the morning.
It wasn’t the first time he slipped up. But you both were fairly certain years of starving had left you barren. Unable to conceive when you couldn’t even menstruate properly even now.
There was a time when he didn’t think you’d even survive this long. Nights that he was convinced morning wouldn’t come.
Where the snow had collected in your hair and ice clung to your lashes, where he couldn’t tell whose wounds were worse, watching you shiver and shake and cry for someone he could never be.
But it never happened – and you were here now, shivering underneath him for entirely different reasons, sweat making stray hairs stick to your forehead as you belted out one last whine of his name.
He let go of you, dropped your legs, untangled you from his body. Standing up as his cocks still sprang up in the air, rolling his shoulders back as you tried to sit up straight, clearly sore judging by the way you shuffled and readjusted.
“Lay down,” he ordered, but you got down on your knees in front of him anyway. Took his top cock in your smaller hand, still covered in cum and slick, gingerly licking it clean before he pulled you off by your hair. “Do you ever listen to me?”
You pouted at him, but you obeyed this time, pushing off the floor with your palms and crawling back into his bed, pulling the blankets over your bare body.
Sukuna grunted, using a discarded piece of his own clothes to clean himself off, unable to stop his lower eyes from snapping out to watch you while you tossed and turned, impatiently waiting for his return.
Irritation bubbling back up at your wide-eyed stare, how you bit your lip at him before squinting, not saying anything when he yanked the covers back and got in too.
He never understood what was going on in that head of yours.
“Perhaps we could take a walk around the garden in the afternoon,” you hopefully suggested, your fingers hesitantly interlacing with his, readjusting to lay closer to him. He let you do it. Indulged you when you squeezed his scarred and calloused palm.
“I leave tomorrow,” he informed you, his mouth twitching down as your face fell.
He didn’t have to, he supposed. The world revolved around his decisions – he forced fate’s hand.
“How long will you be gone?” You asked under your breath, your hand slipping away from his to fix a loose strand of your previously pinned-up hair. He rolled away from you, the disappointment in your eyes bothering him like some shallow cut that refused to close.
“A couple weeks.”
It ended up being closer to a couple months.
Days spent on battlefields, nights staring up at star-dotted skies or at the ceiling of his tent. His name, which used to only be spoken in hushed whispers under your breath, was now known across the land. Scarred into the people who lived on it.
He returned to his estate with blood staining his robes, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead as servants rushed out to greet him. A handful of concubines he couldn’t remember the names of stepping out to stammer greetings.
But you weren’t there.
Not outside. Or in the entryway.
The bed in his chambers neatly made and markedly absent of the one person allowed to stay there when he was gone. And when he stomped across to your wing and threw open the door to your room, it was empty too.
He sent a goddamn letter before his arrival. Everyone here had to know by now he returned home.
Were you hiding from him?
It wasn’t like he wanted a fucking kiss or fuck.
But Sukuna didn’t tolerate disrespect. Couldn’t.
For as much as he disregarded court etiquette when it came to you, he would be a fool to miss the strange tone the sparse letters you’d been sending to him had begun to take. No longer begging him to return promptly, but telling him you didn't mind his delays. That everything was fine here, no need to rush back to his throne and the woman waiting for him on it.
If everything was fine, where the hell were you?
He could still sense you, still feel you somewhere close, unable to discern exactly where you were. Following the faint presence of your energy, tugging it like a line until he was in the gardens. Trailing down the winding path, leaves scattering by his feet as a chill bristled over his skin until he found a little alcove that was easy to miss, your body curled up on a bench, like you were taking a nap.
“Wake up,” he snapped, tempted to shake you awake as you sleepily rubbed your eyes and started to blink up at him. His mouth opened, ready to snarl something about you catching a cold out here like an idiot with no blanket or cover, say that you knew better, but for once in miserable existence, he was stunned into silence as his senses picked up on a second energy signature swirling around and clinging to your skin.
No, inside of you.
“You’re pregnant,” he accused, staring at your stomach while something unfamiliar stirred in his own.
“It’s-” You weakly started, trying to explain, but he silenced you with only a single hand held up while you made yourself sit. Exhaustion was obvious in the rings under your eyes, your fingers shaking as you fiddled with the skirts of your robe, deliberately loose to disguise the growing bump beneath it, surely.
He was going to behead whoever failed to inform him of this.
The personal servant he assigned to you had to know. The chef too, if he was cooking the proper food for your new needs. And his unborn child’s.
“Your hands work just fine,” he sneered, nose scrunching up as something inside him twisted. He never wanted an heir. Never wanted to bring another curse into this world. How many fucking times had he told himself that? But this baby was yours too. “Why did you not write to me?”
“My lord,” you began again, but you offered no real explanation. “I-”
“You what?” He barked, brash and blunt.
Sukuna couldn't fucking believe it. That you would do this to him.
Not even a single letter?
Was he not worth the truth to you?
He expected this cowardice from the other useless creatures in his court. But you had to know-
“I wasn’t sure how you’d feel,” you admitted, looking down at his feet instead of his face. “I was scared.”
Sukuna nearly laughed.
You were scared of him.
He supposed it was only inevitable. How much blood had you seen him shed? How many lives had he snuffed that you bore witness too?
And now you suspected he was going to take the life of your child. His own flesh and blood, the baby that sprouted inside you, and you were sure he was going to hurt it. Did you think he was going to hurt you too?
“Did I not make a vow to keep you safe?” He hissed, reminding you of the only oath he’d ever taken.
Maybe you were both barely big enough to know what the weight of that would mean, but he held true to his word. Asked the world for enough strength to protect the only person who saved his life, to return the favor, although you surely regretted the childish decision now to offer a starving boy the last of your food when he'd grown up to be the man he was today.
The first time he met you, he tried to kill you. Robbing graves and eating remains, barely scraping by when he saw you under a tree, curled up on your side and clinging to raw roots. He bit you, buried his canines in your exposed shoulder, drawing blood while you startled awake. Your small fists whacking him as hard as you could, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to fight him off. He'd been too exhausted to keep trying, huffing and letting go of you while you whined and asked him why he did that. And still, despite your wet face, the fresh wound, you still offered him your foraged meal, murmuring that he looked like he needed it more than you. He washed it down with the blood on your skin, dragging his tongue over the bite mark while you winced, tasting the salt on your face next.
You didn't stop him.
Started stealing more food, just enough for both of you to survive while he tried to get stronger.
Tied together by circumstances, intertwined by some pathetic twist of fate, two parent-less children uselessly trying to take care of each other.
But still, you were still alive, weren't you? Even when you didn't like what he had to do to ensure it. The times he had to peel the bark off trees and demand you eat it, days where you got hurt trying to defend him, forced to shake your shoulders and keep you awake, shoving down his anxiety that you’d drift off and die.
This, too, was for your own good.
You called him every name you could think of, weak fists hitting his back, telling him to put you down so you could talk about it, as if you hadn't tried to hide it.
What was there to say?
You knew as well as he did he was not a kind man. Maybe you had been made for motherhood after all, but he had not been cut from a cloth destined to be a father.
But he had a vow to uphold.
And you would have a thousand targets on you once word and whispers spread of what you were carrying. Whom.
Locking you up was his only option.
The room was on the other end of the estate, one kept under careful watch by the few people who had been around long enough to know better than to cross him.
You pounded against the door at first, protested that this wasn't fair, like anything in either of your lives has ever been.
A servant would test your food for poison, bringing meals three meals a day while you whined about feeling like a prisoner. But your stomach started swelling with the weeks, a small bump taking shape, your hand reaching out to rub it when he came to visit or the rare occasion he spent the night.
The anger was still blooming under his skin, silent rage burning when you frowned at him, as if he wasn't doing this for you.
He still fucked you, pressed your body into the bedding and claimed you as his, even if it wasn't the same. Your body was changing, your words wilting as you complained about not being able to see the seasons shifting, the garden blooming, missing the weather and the warm sun.
You had him.
Why was that not enough?
A neighboring clan invited themselves over, forcing him to play host while he ordered everyone to stay hush about your current condition, ignoring your pleas begging to attend just one dinner, despite his irritated promise to see you afterwards.
Except – while the festivities were still ongoing, he came to bring you food he personally selected, you had managed to sneak out, slipping past the pathetic guards, or maybe sweet talked them through a sliver of pity to allow you to walk through the garden at the worst possible time.
He stormed through, stomping as he made a mental list of men who wouldn't make it to the morning, sharp eyes scanning through the winding pathways and rose-lined trellises, searching for your energy amongst all the sorcerers here.
Bumping into a scrawny dark-haired man in the middle of the path, vaguely recognizing him as the Kamo head’s eldest son, the stupid startled expression that flashed on his face before he started stammering something about getting lost only making Sukuna scowl before he snapped at him to return to his father before he sent him to an early grave.
He didn't give a shit if there would be retribution, if his threat would amount to something more, his throat constricting and closing at the idea of some other stranger stumbling across you first.
Ripping down a trellis to break through the path, pushing through only to find you bent over and plucking a flower, recoiling at the sight of him when you glanced over your shoulder.
Guilt.
Written all over your face, in the way your mouth preemptively opened, ready to offer a weak excuse for something simply inexcusable.
It wasn't just you that you were putting in danger.
He dragged you back by your arm, tugging you through dimly-lit halls, your soft voice not reaching his ears even when you attempted to explain yourself.
It was only when he slammed the door shut and let go of you in your new chambers, your kimono doing nothing to disguise the clear outline of your stomach that he paused.
“I wish I never met you,” you whispered, pained, pulling away from him while his mouth twitched.
“You’d be fucking dead,” he bluntly said, his dinner churning in his stomach, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Maybe I would be better off,” you spat back.
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as his thin tether to sanity threatened to snap.
“You’re-”
“You're punishing me,” you pointed out, interrupting him with a finger pressed against his chest where his heart would have been. It didn't feel like he had one anymore.
Maybe he was.
“I'm leaving.”
Why should he stay?
You were ungrateful. Maybe some time apart would make you remember how fortunate you were to be in this position.
Maybe going back to picking off sorcerers would burn off some of the betrayal, dull the blade of rage he felt every time he thought of this situation you were both stuck in.
He didn’t mean to be gone so long.
But there were battles to win, blood to be spilled. And it did make him feel better to see the bodies strewn on the ground, to climb up to the top of the world and look down on everyone else when he used to be at the bottom.
The letter came late. Too late for him to do anything actually worth anything. His estate had been besieged. Surrounded and cut off, only able to send out this single communication from one of the few servants that slipped out during the attack.
It seemed the Gojo’s had been waiting for the right moment to strike.
He didn’t rush back.
Maybe he should’ve. It wasn’t that he had confidence in the soldiers stationed there, in his own forces, but he thought he selected ones with any competence to know what to do. How to handle invaders – even if they were powerful sorcerers.
He took his time fighting his way there, slowly sending sorcerer after sorcerer to early graves. He was the strongest after all. Would go down in history as a monster instead of a man.
Not a single wretched soul was spared.
Although his own soldiers were picked off along the way, he kept moving. One foot in front of the others, carving a path back to you. Back to the small world he'd made for himself.
Slashing and cleaving through them, scoffing at their bold professions of how they’d be the one to take him down. They never were.
It began to get boring.
Monotonous when all it took was a few moves to leave them a whimpering bloody mess on the ground.
He figured the head of the Gojo clan would be waiting for him, probably poised and planning out some grand fight while he tried to wait out and starve everyone inside the estate. Let them grow weak enough they wouldn't be able to do anything to support Sukuna when he arrived.
But he never expected the white-haired asshole to be sitting outside of his gates, casually leaning against it and flipping through the pages before he glanced up with blindingly blue eyes.
“Ryomen Sukuna,” the fabled six-eyes user greeted him, a casual smirk curling up on his lips as his sharp stare dragged over him. He was still covered in scrapes, mere flesh wounds, but the man just grinned brighter, tossing the book to the side and standing up.
No servants. No guards.
Birds falling silent and the chittering of bugs fading to the background as he stared down the only person bold enough to try and take his place by force.
Sukuna wasn't in the fucking mood.
He hadn't been back in months, and this was his reward? There would probably be repercussions that came with killing the Gojo brat, but he was asking for it.
The freak didn’t even attempt to move out of the way when he sent the first slash, just taking it, but it didn’t even touch him.
Sukuna couldn’t help but laugh, amused at the prospect of putting down someone like him. Of an actual challenge for once.
Trading blows, dodges, gritting his teeth to push through the pain when a blow hit him only to grin when he managed to break through the technique that had been protecting his opponent, watching the cut blemish his previously clear complexion.
“I met your wife,” he called out, not even flinching as he wiped the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand. “She was pretty. Even with the baby.”
Sukuna saw red. Heat soaring through him, rage radiating through his veins. The fucker had to be lying. Maybe he heard of the baby through a servant he captured, but he had gotten it wrong. You weren’t his wife. Sukuna almost spat out something out that he would surely regret. That asshole didn’t need another reason to go seeking you out. To turn his attention away from Sukuna and to who was inside of the gate.
“You just missed her,” he continued, clearly mocking him, hands moving up, about to throw another attack before Sukuna sent another cleave he expertly maneuvered away from, the gate behind him splintering from the force.
“Shut up,” Sukuna hissed, knuckles clenching as he held them up, but his brain was faltering, failing to come up with what he needed to do when his thoughts had started to uselessly wander.
The fun he’d felt at the start was gone. Replaced with something raw, like every movement he made was stepping on glass, shards of it stuck inside his throat as he was caught off-kilter.
“She begged, you know,” he added. “Said you'd come back for her.”
The next few seconds were a broken blur. Throwing all of his cursed energy into a move, just a little too late to realize the white-haired man across from him was doing the same.
It was the aftermath that was clear. The slashed body cut in half in front of him, the blue eyes staring up at the mirrored sky, seeing nothing after a spoiled life of getting everything. Blessed to never know hunger or pain or suffering like him or you had.
And still, Sukuna knew he was dying too.
Even if he didn’t quite believe it. Couldn’t wrap his brain around the gaping hole in his side, his energy draining as he stumbled forward through the broken gate only to discover blood-soaked halls inside.
It wasn’t a siege. It was a slaughter.
Sukuna had done more than his share to see it for what it was. They were never trying to get his attention by holding his people hostage. They knew he didn’t care. So the clan killed them anyway.
He wasn’t sure when he started running, how his body was even capable of moving, but he had to see it anyway. Confirm what everything in his body was telling him when he couldn’t feel you anymore.
Your guards were gone.
The door was cracked open, his hand impulsively shooting out to shove it the rest of the way, as if he couldn’t smell what was inside.
But you were on the bed, curled up on your side, and he could almost believe for a second, you had been spared. He knew the truth though.
There was only death here.
Rolling you over to see your face, black encroaching on the edges of his vision as his body threatened to give out, blood dripping from his side down to the floor, onto your bed. The light had left your eyes. Nothing else there for him to find in there except a single unspoken accusation.
You're late.
He didn’t have enough cursed energy to repair the damage to himself.
But what was there left to live for anyway?
Warmth.
Hands that didn’t quite fit in his, boney fingers clinging to his palm, too little to belong to anything except a child. For a brief moment, he thought it was yours. His.
It couldn’t be. You were dead – and so was the baby growing inside you. It was impossible, and still, his mind betrayed him. Spawned treacherous images of a tiny thing that looked like you, annoyingly clingy and cute.
His eyes opened, still thick with sleep, blinking slowly as he tried to discern dreams from reality.
It wasn’t your child.
It was you.
Younger, your eyes still shut, lashes fluttering just slightly as he realized when this was. Where you both were.
Back in the old village, in the husk of an abandoned home, where you slept on a makeshift bed of straw and tattered blankets he’d stolen from someone’s trash. Dirt in your hair, shivering before you snuggled closer, exhaling softly as your head rested on his chest.
Breathing.
What sick joke was this?
There was nothing he’d done in his life to deserve a second chance. Was it some kind of hell to repeat his shitty life, cursed and condemned to a similar fate?
He let go of your hand, sitting up to shake your shoulders harder than he should, watching you startle as you weakly opened your eyes. Focus slowly aimed on him as your brows scrunched together, fingers tightening and grabbing his shirt.
“Mm, Sukuna?” You croaked, voice hoarse.
He blinked.
Laid back down, head throbbing as his dry mouth reminded him that he needed water. You were slow to move with him, body still heavy with exhaustion before he pulled you down again.
“Go back to sleep,” he grunted, pressing your head back down against him. Running through the possibilities, wondering if this was just his life flashing before his eyes, a memory he’d forgotten.
But it felt fucking real.
You went stiff, trying to peek up at him, but his palm pressed down on your hair, refusing to let you budge.
Had he really regressed? The clock turned back to a winter he hardly remembered?
“What’s happening?” You asked, but your words were small, muffled into his shirt.
“I’m just tryin’ to rest,” he grunted.
Dozing off without meaning too, something about the pressure of you on him, the faintly familiar feeling of you curled on his chest dragging him into dreams. He didn’t think he’d wake up.
But he did.
And he was still here with you, children once more, condemned to scraping through trash and digging up graves and bugs to fill your stomach. He loathed this weak body of his. The scrawny arms and legs that could barely make it more than a few miles in a day.
You were quieter than he remembered.
More self-conscious, more serious, your smile not quite reaching the same spots on your face. Somehow clingier at the same time, softer with him, not arguing nearly as much anymore over who got to eat what or nagging at him for being reckless. You held on tighter to him in the evenings, pulled him closer, picking flowers you knew he couldn’t appreciate. Pressed a chaste kiss against his forehead, whispered the word friend like it was something intimate. A glimmer of adoration he didn’t deserve still glittering in your eyes.
Would it still be there if you knew where you were both headed?
What had happened before? How you wasted away waiting for a monster who didn’t show up in time? Died for him?
Everything kept happening the same way it had before. You, stealing whatever food you could, narrowly avoiding getting caught and coming back to him with chilly hands and shaking limbs, affection in your words, rare laughter ringing in his ears long after it slipped from your lips. Him, struggling to get stronger, to feed the cursed energy inside him and train on a mostly empty stomach.
He woke up once to you staring at him in the middle of night after going hunting for two days on his own with two measly fish to show for it, your fingers delicately tracing the shape of his jaw before you froze, that funny flicker of guilt in the lines of your face.
“What are you doing?” Sukuna grumbled, unable to work up more than a weak glare.
“Missed you,” you muttered softly, dragging your small thumb over the deformed half of him, just underneath his eyes.
“It was only-” He started, stifling a yawn as you yanked him into you this time, your fingers sliding around to guide his head into the crook of your collarbone, despite the terrible pillow it made.
He fell back asleep there anyway.
Before he realized it, a whole year passed, then two, the seasons changing and shifting, your presence a constant pull by his side, and yet, one he refused to lean on.
Sukuna hadn’t learned his lesson.
Rejected what the world might be trying to show him as he insisted you eat the past-ripe crop while he stuffed himself with the one thing you still refused to take so much of a bite of. You were still clinging to humanity he no longer felt any kind of connection to in his second life.
“This place is wretched,” he muttered the next morning, shoving what few possessions he had in his sack. You were sorting through herbs you collected, not even glancing up when he spoke. Just silently stacking them, barely fucking reacting.
He huffed, loud enough you had to look. “Hm?”
“I’m going,” he insisted, remembering the first time you had this conversation. Where he announced that he wanted to go, wanted to leave this pitiful village and all the awful people in it. You grabbed him, whined about how dangerous it would be before caving in and clinging onto his hand as you asked to come with him.
He had grumbled, shrugging his shoulders, letting your clumsy feet trail after him down a dirt path.
Besides, there was no reason for him to stay here now either.
Why bother reliving the next few years of starvation and scraping together enough for both of you to survive?
“You’re leaving,” you echoed his sentiment, and he shoved down the uncomfortable suffocating feeling settling in his chest.
“There’s nothing for me here,” Sukuna somberly spoke.
You stood up, staring at him with an expression he didn’t understand. Arms folded across your chest, your lips pressed together in a thin line, ready to watch him walk away. Eyes hollow, daring him to say something else, to do something else. To not leave you alone like this.
Why weren’t you begging to go with him?
Tugging at his clothes and trying to convince him to take you too?
He could ask you to. The question was on his tongue, all it would take was a couple words. To grunt out a ‘well?’ or ‘come on’ and surely, you would listen. Would rush around to collect what little things you had and chase after him.
Sukuna’s throat was closing up, constricting tighter with every strained second of silence.
But he didn't say anything.
And all you had to offer was a little tilt of your head and a sad smile, swallowing hard before you said something he almost hated you for.
“I was happy.”
So he left like he said, stepped out and didn’t look back, scoffing under his breath once the village was out of sight that you’d come running sooner or later. Scramble to search for him, face the fact that you wouldn’t be able to survive without him.
What the hell had you even meant?
The only thing here was misery, curdling and coiling, trying to claw and claim his life and yours through starvation and sickness. In the scowls and stones thrown at him for simply having the misfortune of being born. What was there to even be happy about?
He pictured you huddled by a dying hearth, hands held out and shuddering, shutting down the thought before it could curse him.
Sukuna gave it a month before you realized you made a mistake.
You still needed him.
It was never him that needed you.
Getting stronger was easier when he didn’t have to look after you anywhere. Without needing to play babysitter or make sure you didn’t end up in the line of fire during fights. He fended for himself just fine.
Time slipped by faster.
He had more important things to focus on than the weather, redoing all those years of training with expertise from experience, forcing his body to catch up to his brain.
Eventually, he found a companion in a child he stumbled across. A sorcerer who couldn’t quite control their potential yet, but suited his needs just fine. Could cook for him, store food too. They were far more fucking obedient than you were, listened intently when he barked orders at them.
Uruame wasn’t you.
But he didn’t miss you.
He was fine living like this. Slaughtering without discrimination. Growing stronger far faster than he did in his last life. Avoiding the same petty mistakes that had resulted in injuries, acutely aware of the fact you weren’t there to nurse them anymore.
Honestly, other than that, he hardly thought of you at all.
Sometimes, he’d see you in his dreams, the older you, but rather than stuck in that small room, you were laying back in his chambers, one hand on your stomach, a lazy smile on your face while you read a book.
Or he’d wake up in the morning, reaching out for a hand that wasn’t there.
You probably weren’t even alive anymore.
In an unmarked grave or tossed out in the woods. Maybe you managed to get a job as a seamstress, or found a clan or lord to work for as a servant to stave off fate without him.
People were starting to whisper his name now, things getting thrown his way again now, fear sweeping across the land of the four-armed freak out for blood and bodies. If you wanted to find him, you certainly could.
So really, Sukuna had no reason to return.
Perhaps it was morbid curiosity, scratching an itch he’d been ignoring for what? Nearly ten years now? A decade had turned him from a skeleton to a curse, made more of muscle than anything else, his bulky frame far more menacing than it had been even in his last life. Well-tuned, energy coiling around him as he walked down familiar paths as he found himself standing on the outskirts of the place that had never really been home.
It looked almost the same.
And yet, the only thing that mattered was missing.
The frame of the place you both used to sleep under had caved in, the thatched roof fallen into a pile of debris, the rest of the houses intact. Their inhabitants cowering inside as he prowled down the street, glaring as he felt the world still.
Uruame was standing by his side, head bowed slightly down as they assessed the situation.
“Would you like me to go door-to-door?” They asked.
“Fine,” he tch-ed, shrugging his shoulders, his robes hanging loose as he walked ahead without them. There wasn’t a single trace of your energy. No sign to be found.
An elder stepped out, aged wrinkles doing nothing to disguise the tremble in his mouth as he welcomed the monster that had been born here so long ago.
“Ah, welcome-”
“Where is she?” He snarled before he could finish.
“Your friend?” He feigned innocence, taking pride in his position as if it meant anything when a single sweeping motion of Sukuna’s fingers could cleave through his skull if he chose. “Ah, I believe she left, what was it? Two springs ago?”
Tilting his head to the side, pretending this was a friendly conversation rather than his last words.
“Left?” Sukuna repeated, scoffing at the fucking notion you would just go.
Sukuna would search every home and rip every meager fucking foundation from the ground before he believed that you left.
“She didn’t say where-”
Blood was strewn against the mud wall of a home behind him, a scream ringing out from someone watching.
This was just a waste of his fucking time.
He burned every house down. Left the village for the third time in his life in ashes, dark rain coming down as the smell of meat burned his nostrils.
That would catch your attention, remind you that he existed if the elder had even been telling the truth. Sukuna considered the chance he was lying, that perhaps you had passed away long before he'd ever stepped foot back here on this pointless endeavor and the man had foolishly attempted to save everyone else by making up some story about you leaving.
But you didn't show up to scold him.
And eventually, the memory of you started to shrink. Maybe it was shoved down, forced under the surface while he focused on what he told himself was important. Defeating all the sorcerers he had so long ago, settling his score with the Gojo clan by catching them off-guard this time, razing their estate and refusing to spare so much as a single servant while the fear sparked and spread across the countryside as the cowards crawled into their shells and threw whatever they thought would satiate him out.
But not everyone was terrified.
The Kamo clan was just as interested in him in this life as the last, the head of it inviting him over for a proper tour of their own sprawling compounds, one Sukuna only begrudgingly accepted.
The man was strange, stitches etched across his forehead, but he agreed with Uruame's opinion that he might be useful in the future considering his output of cursed energy, so he tolerated his presence.
A potential future partnership.
He loathed to think that he needed a partner at all.
But even Sukuna had the sense to see why an ally like him might work out in his favor someday.
Despite how much he loathed this forsaken estate.
It was lavish, annoyingly so, traditionally designed and upholding the pillars of a lifestyle Sukuna still felt repugnance towards.
His partner refused to shut up, insisting they continue this irritatingly long conversation through their gardens, Uruame dutifully opening the door and taking notes for Sukuna as he nodded along to whatever he was spewing now.
Sprawling flower beds and arches adorned with roses, studying thorny stems wrapped around the trellis, a strange urge tempting him to pluck one. A faint memory started to float up, a name that plagued his dreams, but then he heard something he’d almost forgotten.
A pretty laugh. Soft and sweet.
A dessert he hadn’t tasted in so long, the taste was lost on him.
But he recognized it instantly.
He tried to ignore it. Focus on the boring political spiel he came here for, to shove it down, telling himself it had to be his imagination. A fractured remnant, dug up by these stupid fragrant flowers.
Until he felt it.
Sensed your presence, his head snapping in that direction to spot a picnic blanket spread out on the bank past a small koi pond. You were here. You were happier.
Dressed in silk robes, smiling as you popped a strawberry in your parted lips, the juice dripping down the corner of your mouth. A thumb reached out, dragging over it to keep you clean, and he repressed a sudden surge of pure rage.
Anger simmering at someone touching you like that, daring to put their filthy hands on what was his, his seething stare shifting to see some dark-haired man, a black tattoo stretching across the slope of his nose, brown eyes only focused on you.
He knew that face, even if it was just a distant image of a night he'd rather forget. The night you snuck out, the one from the gardens before he found you.
Kamo noticed his stare, chucking softly.
“That’s my son, Choso, and his fiancée,” Kamo informed him, nodding towards the two of you. “Would you like to meet-”
“No,” he interrupted, scowling at you playing house.
So this was where you found yourself?
Cozying up to the Kamo clan to secure a future for yourself? Instead of choosing him?
He wanted to laugh. Actually, he wanted to murder that runt, and then-
“He’s actually a few years older than you, but I doubt…” Kamo continued, and Sukuna felt one of his fists reflexively start to take the shape to send a slash his way, only quelled by that annoyingly bright giggle of yours as he brushed a finger over your lips. You fucking licked it. Running your tongue over his knuckle, reaching up to grab his hand and hold it there.
You left him for this?
Walked away from him to become the next womb for the fucking Kamo clan?
Too enraged to even realize he was the one who left you, all his muscles too tight, too tense, cursed energy flaring up as he fought to keep it under control here.
“Are you alright?” Kamo carefully asked, brows knitted together as Sukuna’s jaw flexed tight.
“Yes,” he managed a one-word reply, turning his head away from you.
Were you pretending he didn’t exist now? Was he a chapter in your story that you were choosing to forget?
His focus had shattered.
Fractured into something he couldn’t scrape together, his thoughts lingering on that infuriating expression of yours. For once, he was stuck on what to do. A possessive thing inside him curdling and demanding he take you back here and now, cut off every damn digit that had touched you.
But the splintered remnants of his reason reminded him that he was supposed to be here to form an ally.
Which probably wouldn’t appreciate him snatching his heir’s bride.
It made Sukuna fucking sick to think of you as another man’s wife.
One of Kamo’s assistants scurried up, bowing his head deeply before muttering something to his master. His face scrunched up, and he shook his head before looking up at Sukuna apologetically, “Would you excuse me for a few minutes?”
Sukuna only tch-ed, waving his hand as he glanced around the suddenly suffocating arched walkway of the garden.
“Feel free to look around as you please,” he politely said, but he didn’t miss the cruel glint in his eyes before he walked away. The look of a man who knew too much. Bored enough to enjoy other people’s misery.
Sukuna tried to walk away.
To continue down this path he’d picked, to push you and your pretty laughter back out of his mind. But it curved in on itself, and here it was again. There you were.
He couldn’t stop himself from looking.
You were sprawled out, hair in the grass, giggling happily at the boy in front of you. Sukuna thought he’d seen every expression of yours. Sad, starving, smiling, he was sure he’d known all of you.
But you never looked at him like that.
So free.
Unburdened, unbridled by what, exactly? Him?
“You’re beautiful,” you murmured to your groom, grinning as he gripped your legs and hooked them around his waist. Your robes mused, pushed up to reveal plush thighs, soft skin that still made his mouth water, spit pooling in the back of his throat as this fool failed to appreciate-
“I could live a thousand years and I would trade them all just for this moment to last,” he spoke quietly, his chest rising and falling too fast, like he had to hurry to get the words out. Assured, the kind of certain Sukuna wasn’t sure he ever gave you.
“Would you?” You teased, one corner of your lips curling up higher than the other, clearly past pleased.
The man, this Choso of yours, nodded, acting like a loyal knight as he craned his neck down to kiss the tip of your nose. You wrapped your wrists around his neck like he was some missing puzzle piece, fiddling with the ends of his hair as you sighed with contentment.
“Tell me more,” you requested.
Sukuna didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to hear this poor excuse of poetry and confessions as he watched from the sidelines like some sick voyeur, all four eyes stuck on the familiar curves of your body as your betrothed shoved your clothes to the side to shove himself in you.
Could it even be considered fucking?
All slow and tender, treating you like some fragile thing that might break, rocking his hips against your body as you dug your heels into his back. Kissing your mouth instead of sucking on your tits, caressing your exposed skin rather than holding you down.
And yet, you were making more sounds with him than you did with Sukuna, tiny whimpers that hung in the air, moans that ended up muffled in that bastard’s mouth. Writhing and wiggling your hips like he wasn’t an amateur.
“I would do anything for you,” he whispered, and Sukuna nearly snorted, sure that he had no idea what anything really meant. Would he starve for you? Kill for you? How far would he go just to call you his?
Because right now, Sukuna was considering stomping over and cleaving him into his next meal to make sure he’d never be able to see you again, and he was fairly certain that your Choso couldn’t say the same.
“All I want,” you purred, eyes opening slowly and fluttering, flooded with pleasure Sukuna unfortunately had to face he did miss. “Is for you to stay with me.”
You didn’t even know Sukuna was there, and yet it still stung.
Felt like an arrow aimed directly at his heart.
“Of course,” Choso answered easily, head bobbing, dark strands hanging down as his next thrust left you tossing your head back.
Sukuna would do anything for you. But he just couldn’t get himself to be there.
“I love you,” he moaned, rutting harder, even faster, your thighs locking him into place as you giggled at his expression. Sukuna stalled, staring uselessly at the moron’s cock drunk confession.
“I love you too,” you sweetly whispered back, brushing his hair back from his face.
He had to step away before he saw anything else.
Before he got to watch the man cum inside you the way he used to, before he made another decision that would destroy his life – and yours.
Sukuna didn’t know peace. He never had any to offer you.
When he stepped back, he had the misfortune of stepping on a tiny twig, as if his afternoon wasn’t awful enough.
Your head snapped up first, your eyes locking onto his, and he saw the recognition before the guilt. How you held your breath, the light dissipating from that warmth you radiated as if his shadows swallowed you whole.
And he didn’t know what gave it away, what little detail in your face did it, but he realized something he failed to fucking notice for far too long.
This had never been his second chance. This was yours.
He had never deserved it. Or you.
You knew it too.
The universe tried to spare you, and he got tangled up in it. Your soul and his were still tied together even when the world attempted to give you a new life.
Synopsis. Your milkshakes aren’t bringing all the boys bulls to the yard? You’ve never been properly fúcked through your heats? Don’t worry, there’s a new bull hybrid on the farm - Toji Fushiguro. And he promises to milk you dry.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!cow hybrid!reader, bull hybrid!Toji, farm AU, hybrids AU, farmer!Shiu cameo, RÚTS, feraI Toji, he’s kept away, face-sítting, oraI (fem rec.), spítting, fíngering, manhandIing, overstím, he’s BIG, making it fit, p sIapping, p talking, mean Toji, tummy buIges, Toji with níppIe píercings, heat-inducing, first times (for you), vírginíty Ioss, ROUGH s, tail-pulling, running from it, dúmbifícation, BRÉEDING, matíng presses, Iactation, drinking it, creampíes, cúmpIay, implied marathon, slight exhíbitionísm, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 12.8k
A/N. ALRIGHT ALRIIIIIIIGHT- inspired by this tiktok by the gorgeous @/v4mpyrf4e (an absolute sweetheart, tysm for letting me write this) and to all the babygirls who summoned me there <33
“Another bull hybrid?” Shiu growls into his phone, listening to the conversation crackling from the other end of the line. “A Japanese Shorthorn at that?”
Those things were huge…
With a hand on his hip, he casts a thoughtful look out into the horizon. The beaming, bustling, sun-baked farm; amongst the tufts of grass, Shiu’s hybrids grazed, occasionally flicking their ears in the direction of the conversation. All but one of them.
In the shade of the overlarge crimson barn, he could spot you dozing away in the shade—one of his proudest purebred cows.
“No- no, I hear you.” He listens to farmer Kusakabe’s begging, “It’s not a space issue, it’s just…” Shiu hesitates, throwing yet another glance your way. Still dazed. Still exhausted. “It’s just that one of my cow hybrids- yes, her- fine, my favorite, just finished her heat. And I was worried that introducing a new bull would…”
A few more pleas.
Until, ultimately, the farmer sighs.
“Fine…send this Toji over then.”
“Oh, thank fuck! You have no idea how much I appreciate it, man.” Kusakabe bellows in celebration, and Shiu’s forced to lean his head away from the speaker if ever he valued his ear drums.
Atsuya Kusakabe was a farmer specializing in hybrids just like Shiu was, though his friend had taken it a step further and raised only bulls on his farm. Though he really did reconsider this friendship when the other was trying to pawn off one of his biggest bulls on him for a few days.
In his bemused wonderment at his friend, Shiu almost doesn’t register the soft nudge of something against his open palm. Something warm, something silky. He snaps his head down- and a sudden smile spreads across his face as he realizes just who it was.
You’d wandered off from your cosy lil’ corner, and cuddled up to him leisurely.
“Hey there, girlie.” Shiu whispers, reaching his fingers up to scratch behind your ecstatic ears. You weren’t quite the social hybrid, even amongst your own kind. Always frolicking by yourself when let out to graze, always straying behind the group after milking.
Shiu couldn’t even tease enough out of you (not even half a bucket!) when compared to the rest of the cows here. But the thing is, you seemed perfectly content with your few close attachments on the farm, your few friends, your rejection of many bulls (and trust that the attempts to woo were many). And whether that was because you’d grown too attached to him, whether that was just the way you were - he didn’t exactly mind.
He knew he shouldn’t have favorites, and yet…here you were.
“Feeling all better?” He’s asking, and you’re nodding languidly. Still tired, then. This season’s heat had been as powerful as ever - out of all his hybrids, it was safe to say that you had one of the strongest.
The neediest.
The sultriest.
Which wouldn’t even have been notable if you’d just let another bull hybrid mount you through them to ease the urges, perhaps even result in a cute lil’ calf for his farm- but that was exactly the problem.
You didn’t.
Shiu couldn’t even count on two hands how many times he’d tried to pair you off with one of his bulls - and each time had ended in a disaster. Either you’d barricaded yourself in another part of your barn room, or you’d claw your way outside altogether. Each and every time, Shiu would check on you in the middle of your heats to find that you were in the throes of your desires, fiddling with nothing but the toys he’d gifted you, and his sullen bulls would be pouting n’ pushed off to one side. Useless, really.
No matter how needy you were, you just wouldn’t take to them. And it wasn’t that they were particularly weak, or unattractive - there was Ino who you’d just ended up chatting through your heat with, Kashimo and Ijichi who you’d both kicked out, Takaba who you didn’t even look at, Naoya who you…
Yeah, he didn’t want to think about the beaten-up state you’d left Naoya in. It made him laugh.
He wondered who the problem was - those bulls that couldn’t woo you properly, or you who couldn’t be wooed.
He blamed the bulls.
And he’s patting the top of your head tenderly, carefully avoiding the slight protrusions of your horns that were oh-so-sensitive. Mutterly absent-mindedly, “It’s alright, it’s alright. Trust that we’ll find you a proper mate next year, girlie.”
You can only nod unsurely, gesturing at his phone. “Someone’s talking, Shiu.”
“Huh? Oh someone’s-” Oh, right, he was in the middle of his call still. He’d almost forgotten. Shiu tunes into the latest of Kusakabe’s spiel, and it didn’t seem like he’d missed out on anything too important—
“-had no idea what I was going to do for the few days I’d be in Tokyo for the Hybrid Farms Convention, I’ll pick him up right on my way back from there.”
“Mhm, sounds good.” He rattles off.
“You can keep him anywhere you like, to be honest. He doesn’t have any specific requirements, he’s just as sturdy as he is massive- hah! Though, I do give Toji a separate room of his own from the others…just in case.”
“Mhmmm.”
“My apprentices will be taking care of it while he’s gone, all ready for that big boy to be back.”
“Mhmmm.” Shiu lightly furrows his brows—if he has apprentices, and he has other bulls he’s leaving behind, then why did he need to leave Toji in particular with Shiu again? Oh, whatever…
“And you remember what I said earlier, right?”
Well, he wasn’t really listening but…“Mhm-”
“You have to keep an eye on Toji while he’s in rut.”
“Mh-” Shiu’s eyes bug out of his scalp, his knees grow a little weak, and he damn near drops his phone- oh, too late. He’s already dropped his phone down into the green grass below, startling you in the process. “While he’s in what?”
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Name: Toji Fushiguro
Age: 30’s (approx.)
Hybrid type: Bos taurus
Height: 6’2+
Weight class: 1600kg - 1800kg.
Other notes: Subject has a sleek black coat, high intelligence, and a somewhat temperamental demeanour. He will insult you if it comes to infringing upon his freedom. Does not care for medical exams. Continuous horn growth that shows evidence of strong fighting capabilities, fatal power, and weapon-like appendages. It should be noted that the subject is of a larger size even amongst Bos taurus (in particular, the Nambu shorthorn bulls) and needs larger spaces of leisure than most. Take care to handle, needs multiple handlers.
Shiu’s face only grows pale as he reads down the medical sheet, quickly flicking his eyes to the very end so that he might be able to spare himself some of the torture.
-particularly powerful ruts with the urge to breed. According to the handler, it is noted that the subject has not spent a rut in the presence of a mate.
Even paler.
To emphasize, he is unmated.
And paler.
And currently nearing his rut.
For the second time in the past 24 hours (which isn’t many times, but it’s strange that it’s happened twice) Shiu’s fingers drop whatever he was holding in shock. Diligently, you’re right beside the farmer to pick up the piece of paper and hand it to him - giggling when he drops it for a third time.
Though, it was by sheer miracle that he doesn’t just faint right then and there.
Oh—he catches a glimpse of Kusakabe’s large white cattle trailer backing up into his hybrid pen and can feel himself teetering already. Thankfully, you were right there to nudge your head against his frame in support, slightly worried for the human man.
Because not only was Toji said to be nearing his merciless rut, but according to the medical sheet that his friend (‘friend’ hah!) had handed to him, he was unmated?
Makes sense, Kusakabe’s farm specialized in bulls.
But perhaps if Toji had a mate then the cow hybrids of this farm would be safe- he casts a sidelong look your way. Perhaps you - with your still-sweetened pheromones, and your even sweeter demeanour - would be safe.
“N-nothing-” The farmer places a hand on your head and pats, faintly. “Nothing at all, don’t you worry about a thing, girlie.”
Ah, well…Shiu thinks to himself, watching as the truck finally finishes reversing, and Kusakabe (that bastard!) slides out of the driver’s seat to open up the towering steel door in the back. It looked so massive compared to the admittedly above-average man, and that only made Shiu’s tension increase twofold at what may be lurking behind those metal gates.
Ones that seem to burst open with a roaring screeeech—
“Oh, shit.” His mouth was desert-dry, his grip unyielding on you who’d been angling your head to get a better look. “Oh, shit.”
Because Toji Fushiguro was massive.
Dominating.
So many thousands of kilograms of a hybrid that sauntered smugly out of the trailer, as if he owned it. As if he owned this entire farm and everyone in it.
The rest of the hybrids were drawn in by the commotion, turning their curious eyes towards the refined horns that gleamed as they entered the light. Towards the thundering ground. The powerful flank. The polished coat. The single golden ring ‘round his nostrils.
And you had to admit that you didn’t expect him to be so…handsome.
All ruggedly scarred lips from his tussles, and a face that seemed to be carved by the heavens above. You let your widened peripherals glide down the smooth skin of his front; all broad shoulders, prominent pecs, the cutest golden hoops pierced through his pink nipples, and abs for days. He shakes his shaggy black bangs out of his gaze.
Those smug verdant eyes that take one look your way - the way that Shiu had his possessive hold on you - and narrow.
Kusakabe startles as his prized bull hybrid suddenly stops in his tracks, his grip on his leash slightly faltering. And it seems that everyone within the pen holds their breath as a low huff of gruff displeasure leaves Toji, scorching hot fury reaching where you were.
Jaw clenching.
Eyes flashing.
He lowers his horned head as if he was about to-
“Ah ah-” Kusakabe’s the one to break through the charged tension on the farm with his command. He tugs on Toji’s firm leash, though, as a farmer, Shiu thinks he could see the slight waver in his movements.
Toji’s rumbling in refusal, tugging against the restraints. And Kusakabe’s nearly thrown off his feet- before he’s holding onto the side of the truck for balance, pulling the bull hybrid away from where his sights were set. “Easy, boy, easy.” He’s looking at you two with an apologetic smile, “Sorry, he’s just a bit excited with the ru-”
“Ahem ahem ahem-” Shiu suddenly coughs, cutting off the other man. “Better get him settled inside his enclosure, Kusakabe. Don’t want any more trouble now…”
“Ah- right, right.”
And with a slight swat at Toji’s flank, he’s fighting against the hybrid to guide him towards that lil’ enclosure made specifically for him. Shiu had taken care to section it off from the rest of the pen where the cows were, with hardy wooden tree trunks that composed the fences. And not one, but two padlocks that Kusakabe seems relieved to lock once he’s managed to get him inside.
Hands slightly shaking where Toji breathes hotly down his neck, black tail flicking in irritation.
“Calm down, calm down.” The farmer wasn’t sure whether he was telling it to Toji or himself- finally finishing off with the locks and looking up at him. “Now- you be a good boy, alright. Don’t give Shiu any trouble, don’t fight too hard with the other bulls- no use in telling you not to fight, I know you won’t listen to that anyway, and no matter what-”
Toji raises an unimpressed brow as Kusakabe raises a directing finger.
“-no going overboard with your rut.”
“And what exactly does ‘overboard’ mean?” Shiu wearily nears the special pen, arms carefully lifted off of you and wrapped around his own body in comfort.
Kusakabe beams, “No idea! We’ve never had him near cows before!”
Shiu felt like hitting him.
“Well, she just got off her heat-” At the way that Toji’s nostrils flare, his grin widens, Shiu almost regrets saying that with a gesture towards you. Oh? He blocks the bull’s greedy line of sight towards you, and grumbles. “-so no funny business.”
Toji scoffs.
“Use your words, Toji.” Kusakabe pleads, “No need to be like that.”
And he takes a second to pause. To consider. To seemingly mull over his words before- “Eat my ass-”
“Toji-”
“That’s it-” Shiu spits, not waiting for either man nor hybrid to finish before he’s stomping off to where you were watching the commotion from (as was the rest of the farm, but it seems like this hulking intruder had eyes only for you).
And with his hand placed gently where your flower-patterned collar was, Shiu leads you away from the herd. Away from the pen. Away from Toji, towards the barn where your room was. “That’s it- for the time that that bull is here, he won’t be seeing a single glimpse of you, that’s for sure.”
“But why?” You whine, your head tugging backwards. And Shiu could almost balk at the way that you - you - were half-heartedly resisting his grip, trying to look back at Toji. “Why can’t I-”
“Because.”
And that was that, you were isolated inside the barn, and Toji was padlocked away in his pen. Far, far away from you for the time that he’d be staying there.
And as Kusakabe waves his exit from his farm, promising to be back in a few days, Shiu makes sure to get a good punch in (all in good friendship, of course). Because Shiu Kong was calm. Shiu Kong was composed. Shiu Kong could survive just a few days with an in-rut bull hybrid infiltrating his farm.
“And how long until you’re back again?”
“Three- ouch, three days. You have a good right hook, man.”
After all, it was exactly that - just a few days.
What’s the worst that could happen?
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The first day.
Toji could see you.
Through the slightest crack in those barn doors, just the tips of your ears peaking out as you glimpse at him. It turns out that just Shiu’s command couldn’t hold you, and you staggered your way up to the barn doors whenever that damned farmer of yours wasn’t around to see. Watching. Waiting.
Taking in the sight of him.
And it wasn’t that Toji wasn’t used to stares - he was a prized bull hybrid, larger than most. So it was quite the given that he’d gather stares from competition, from unmated cows, hell, even from farmers who would like their chance at raising human-hybrid offspring. And so it wasn’t exactly new…
But just this way you were looking at him…it made him shiver.
Those pretty doe-eyes held up a curious, somewhat fearful, admiration. A slight arousal dampening between your legs that his honed senses could smell from even here—
Toji swears something in him had snapped the very split-second that he’d arrived here.
That he’d first locked eyes with you.
That he’d first sniffed at the remaining sweetness of your heat. Your sex.
Every sense in him right now (even the rational ones) were screaming at him to break out of this enclosure and waltz right up to you, break through those barn doors if he had to. He wanted to smell your pheromones. To hold you. To stuff his hot, throbbing cock between your legs and watch as you struggle to take it all.
He wanted to breed you.
And - multiple times - Toji found himself barging against the locked doors of his pen. Whispering your sweet, sweet name underneath his breath (learned from some of the other hybrids that watched him), ramming his horns against the wooden walls.
He was in rut.
Badly.
Badly, badly, badly.
The sheer intensity of it was more than anything else he’d ever felt- fuck, not even his first rut had felt this strong. It wasn’t that he was unmated. It wasn’t that he was in an unfamiliar place. It was just you, you, you.
Taking the wind out of his lungs. Making his length ache heavily between his strong legs. Wafting his intoxicating scent - something spicily sweet, with a peculiar tang in it that made you drunk on it like liquor, like mulled wine - all the way to where you were watching from the barn doors.
You’re sagging heavily against its wooden frame to take it in, sighing at the murky pheromones that seemed to cloud the entire farm-
“Oi, girlie!”
And through it all, that damned Shiu had made sure to cockblock him.
Even now, here came his annoying, grating tone. He’d kept a close eye on Toji ever since Kusakabe had left in his truck, rarely straying too far from the hybrid pen. He was always butting in, always breaking the stare-down between you two.
With one hand on his hip, the farmer watches as you startle at his voice. Suddenly hurrying to stumble back inside the barn where you came from.
And it would’ve almost been cute had it not been a result of you breaking one of his direct rules: do not interact with the bull in rut. But the thing is, you’d never seen a bull like him—and he was in rut? Oh…
Shiu barks out, “Where’d you think you were going, huh? Yeah- that’s right, inside.” And with you gone, Shiu would glare up at Toji. Toji wasn’t shy to glare right back.
“Problem?” He smiles.
“Yeah-” The farmer had crinkled his nose- and pointed at the way that Toji had been impatiently pushing against the enclosing walls, trying to break out, trying to get to you. He spits out distastefully, “-that. Don’t think you’re getting anywhere near her, got it?”
“Not at all.”
That night, Shiu had sent for a few more locks to be delivered from the hardware store downtown (he wasn’t even sure that they did delivery, but he’d coax them into if it meant not taking his eyes off of you). Multiple. He’d fixed them onto the gates of Toji’s pen, “This should keep you out.” Shiu had declared, jangling the metallic additions with one hand. “Not even the finest bulls in the world would be able to break through these. Hah! Take that.”
“Fuck off.”
He’d charged at the other man, but alas, the gates stayed steadfast.
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The second day.
Toji had murmured your name like a mantra all night.
All night.
Again and again and again-
“He really doesn’t seem so bad, Shiu.” You’d tried to whine to the farmer, when he’d come back into the barn after fixing a few more locks - the count was reaching upwards of ten by now - on the gates of the bull’s enclosure.
But Shiu had only waved off your pleading noises, “Now, don’t give me that look. I heard the way he was ramming against those gates last night, I heard his bellows.” Needless to say, you had, too…“And I just don’t think it’s safe for you to be out when such a bull is in rut, girlie. Not unless you wanted to be mated- hah!”
Well…
You pushed your quivering thighs together. You’d hate to admit that in the privacy of your room last night, listening to Toji grow so desperate, listening to him say your name like that…you’d actually reached for your heat toys about once or twice.
You’d never felt this way about a bull before- hell, you’d never felt this way about anyone before.
And it was such a strange sensation to be glidin’ up the buzzin’ tip of your vibrator to your clit, massaging that sweet lil’ nub without the carnal pangs of your heat. Just the carnal pangs of…pure need-
“Besides.” Shiu’s cutting through your lecherous memory, and you hope the evidence of your lewd acts don’t show on your face. He gently pats at your head, the way he’s done so many times before. “You don’t need to be mounted by such a big, bad bull. My poor girl.”
“I don’t?” You mutter to yourself.
And Shiu doesn’t seem to catch on, “After all, it’s not like you’re in heat.”
No…you suppose not.
But you can’t help but raise your face into the saturated atmosphere, seemingly so balmy and languid ever since Toji stepped foot onto the farm. And there, you can smell the most addictive scent- fuck, something that just made your core twitch with need.
“Feeling alright, my girl?” Shiu looks on at the way you shiver, and whatever he sees there makes him lead you back to your place within the barn. “Hm, maybe you should get some rest- it’s probably that bull’s pheromones messing you up.”
“M-messing me up?” You’re asking, your entire body feeling set alight. Though, you didn’t feel the slightest bit messed up.
“Mhm- since you’re unmated, just coming off an unsuccessful heat. But it’s alright-” Shiu reassures, starting to shut your door, and there’s a meaningful look in his eyes. “We can try again next year, I have a few other bulls in mind that you might like to mate with. And he won’t be getting anywhere near you until then.”
“He won’t…”
Shiu continues, “Besides, Kusakabe will be picking him up tomorrow, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
You don’t say anything, but you know that you aren’t worried. Not even the slightest bit.
In fact…your body wished he’d be here even longer.
But ah- if he was just going to be taken away tomorrow, then what was the use in wanting? As your wooden door slams shut, you’re realizing that you just might never see him again.
And, outside, Toji only rams against the pen fence even harder.
He wanted you.
He wanted you.
He wanted you.
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The third (and final) day.
Or is it…
“What?” Shiu barks into his phone receiver, so loud that it startles every hybrid grazing in the vicinity. All of them were out, leaving the barnhouse all barren by this point - though Shiu didn’t doubt that his voice reached even you inside. And the sheer incredulousness in his tone makes even Toji look over, with a smirk that told the farmer that he was quite enjoying witnessing his distress. But Shiu paid no mind to that.
He couldn’t.
Right now, he was much more frazzled by the words that had the utter fuckin’ audacity to sheepishly leave Kusakabe’s mouth on the other end of the line. Almost in a trance, Shiu pinches the bridge of his nose and repeats. “So…you’re telling me…” Each word tremored with the sheer effort that it took to keep the rage out of them, “That you want me…to come…”
“All the way to Tokyo to help me fix up my engine and save me from being stranded? Yes.” Kusakabe’s voice finishes off, “Shiu, my oldest friend, my dearest pal, have I ever told you how much I love y-”
“Atsuya Kusakabe I will kill you.”
Toji snorts out in laughter, and Shiu is suddenly reminded that he’d been in the middle of fixing up just one more lock to the bull’s pen when he’d gotten the call. Gate held ajar for now. Padlocks unlocked as he fixed them on.
Glaring at the hybrid for the interruption, Shiu’s pinching the pen closed as he grumbles. “And you need me - you can’t just go to one of the many, many, many mechanics in Tokyo - because why exactly?”
“Aww, don’t be like that, Shiu!” Kusakabe cries out, “Do you have any idea how expensive Tokyo is? I just bought a cute lil’ pastry before the convention, and it bankrupted me for generations!”
“And you don’t have any other friends that are closer?”
“Man, if I had any other friends, period, do you think I’d be calling you?”
Shiu supposed that was a fair enough statement. “But- but I can’t leave…” He clicks his tongue, “Just get a train then! Leave that pile of junk at some trash site where it belongs-”
“I mean, I could…” And though Kusakabe’s tone was one of curious innocence, he’d long since learned that nothing ever boded well for him when he used it. He waits with bated breath until the other man continues- “-but that just means I’ll have to leave my truck - including my cattle trailer, which I use to transport my cattle - here. And you know what else that means I’ll have to leave?”
Shiu shivers, “Wh-what?”
“Toj-”
“I’ll be there right now.”
Kusakabe cackles, “Take your tiiime~!” And soon enough, the sharp tone of the call being ended reaches Shiu’s ears.
With one last semi-glare thrown in Toji’s direction, the farmer is speed-walking to his own truck - all those tools Kusakabe needed still inside from his last fix-up. More like running. More like sprinting to save his friend.
Not because he wanted to save his friend, of course. But because every second that Kusakabe was stuck in Tokyo, was a second even longer that you were stuck with Toji on this farm.
All alone.
And he couldn’t have rushed out of here more determined.
More hasty.
More careless-
“Well, would ya look at that.” Toji’s scarred lips twitch upwards into a grin. And he’s reaching one of his beefy arms out to lightly - just lightly - nudge at the wooden gate of his enclosure. Watching as it swings wiiiiiiide open—creeeeak! Bearing the rest of the farm to him with welcome arms. “What a sweet little gift f’me.”
All those pesky padlocks and ties, carefully added over the last few days, were useless if some silly lil’ farmer ever forgot to lock them.
Toji takes such delight in taking that first step out of his enclosure, broad pecs heaving as he takes in the candied trail of scent left all over by a certain pretty cow hybrid. You.
He then takes a second step, a third, a fourth—
And he knows exactly where he’s heading to - the barn.
Where you were just settling in for the day, your feverish body settling atop a particularly soft, tangled mass of golden hay. Cuddling in. You’d heard Shiu’s truck take off, though it would be out-of-character for him to leave so suddenly. You weren’t sure what to think, and you were just about to nod off when…
Creak-creak-creeeeeak—!
The barn door opens.
Shiu? Fluttering open your eyes, you’re just about to raise your head and ask him what all the yelling and commotion was, when-
Oh.
Oh.
That wasn’t the farmer at all.
Toji’s large, sculptured figure takes up nearly the entire door frame. And even from here you can see his sultry grin, his agitated hips. You can smell his intense drunken pheromones—“Room for two, sweetcheeks?”
.
.
.
“I’m- hah, sensitive there…” You’re pouting as Toji relentlessly tugs you by your stubby horns towards him. His overlarge hand plastered to the back of your scalp and guided you down between his meaty thighs - not only had he kissed you silly by this point, but the hybrid had you drenched and quivering all over the hay for more.
But first…
Your watery eyes bulge as you take in the sheer length between Toji’s legs - inches upon inches, throb after throb, all looooong and rock-hard with need. His erection stood right up to graze his navel with glittery drops of precum.
Decorated with so many puffy veins down his shaft that your cunt twitched just imagining how he’d feel inside of you.
Each one pulsated as Toji drip-drip-dripped in gooey sap down his cock, all ready to pierce your hot sex. Heavy balls tightening with even more, with the urge to breed. And you’d do well to remember that bull hybrids in particular were known for having absolutely massive cocks-
“What’cha thinking about, sweet girl?” Toji hums, the point of that nickname proven when he takes a deep, heaving gasp of the pheromone-saturated air.
Before you can answer, one of his hands slither down to grip that heavy cock of his. Right ‘round the fat hilt where he can move his long length to smack! down between your half-parted lips. Using just the globular tip of his cock, he’s smearin’ apart your maw and just glossing over it with his creamy pre. “You’re not thinking of tapping out already, huh? You’re not…scared are you?”
There’s a slight mocking hint in his tone, nevertheless you’re shaking your head fervently.
He snickers, “That’s right. You don’t care what that stupid farmer of yours has to say, hm?” And oh—Toji has to stop himself from simply stuffing every inch inside your mouth already, instead wetting your lips enough so that he can sliiiiide in. “You’re not really such a good lil’ hybrid like he says- huh?”
“No-” You’re hiccuping out, “Not at- mmpf.”
Only for big, bad Toji to rut his cock against your mouth. Shutting you up with his flared tip, you can taste the pure arousal seeping into your mouth.
All warm n’ wet on top of your tastebuds—you’re drooling around his thick tip before you even know it.
“No, because you’re a baaaaad girl, aren’t ya?” He’s tutting, swiping away the splatters of saliva that just kept on leaking from the edges of your mouth- and instead, he’s reeling back to replace it with a jetstream of his own spittle. Straight onto the middle of your tastebuds.
With a second hand tugging open your mouth, Toji takes a nice look at that gluey wad sitting on your tongue- before he’s plunging his rude cock right back in between your lips. “Because you’re- haaaaah, careful, careful, no teeth- because you’re my good girl, aren’t ya?” Staring at you with half-lidded green eyes, “Allllll mine.”
“Mmmpf—” You’re muffling out around his raw girth, Toji was just so big that your maw was constantly open in this lecherous ‘oh’ shape.
Gobbling his veiny inches up even deeper and deeper, you’re only growing wetter at the way that his bawling divot scrapes down the roof of your mouth. Swervin’ left and right, and reaching for that cute lil’ dangly thing at the back of your throat-
“Ever taken a bull’s cock before?”
Choking at the lodgement in your throat, “N-no—”
“Yeah? Thought so. Ever taken anyone before?”
Shaking your head.
“Well then, she’s taking me so- hah, well.” Toji’s crooning out from above you, fucking his hips in sloppy half-thrusts inside your mouth. That rough line of his happy trail ends up scratching the tip of your nose, and you find that his intoxicating scent only grows stronger the closer you get…“Haven’t you had breakfast today, sweetcheeks?”
With tearful eyes, you’re looking up at him in confusion. “Mmm—ngh.”
“Ah ah- flick your tongue at my tip if you wanna say ‘no’—oh, just like that.” And then his mean, scarred lips end up formulating a mocking pout. “Such a cute tongue, can’t believe she’s gone hungry for so long- ngh.”
“I-” Tears stream down both your cheeks, and you’re panting out through each thrust of his achin’ cock. “Fuck, Toji, you’re just so big-”
Other hand pushing on the back of your clammy head, deeper n’ deeper. His superhuman strength was just incredible- “And look, she’s just become so greedy.” As if he wasn’t the one tunneling every spot inside your mouth, spotting it with his pre. “Don’t you know you don’t have to take any more, sweet girl, don’t you- oh—” Toji accurately hits the back of your throat, a direct thud! of his globular cockhead. He grins, watching you salivate around his cock- “-oh, fine, if you insist…”
“You’re- hck!” And the fact of the matter was that he hadn’t even fully bottomed-out yet. Criss-crossing your eyes, you spot that you had even more inches to go- “You’re so ngh-”
“And you want me to bruise the back of your- oh, throat, you say?” Toji’s cutting you off with his mean grunts, smack after smack of his heavy balls.
They graze the front of your chin and make you feel such carnal pangs, your cunt grinding back against your heels. “I didn’t even- oh.” But too late - his geysering divot was already bruising away back there.
Push after push.
Probe after probe.
Until Toji’s shaft had stirred up every single hidden spot inside of you, and he was swelling up even more like he wanted more, more, more—
“Toji-” Your nails claw down the pale expanse of Toji’s thighs, just so plush rippling underneath your touch. “Toji I want-”
“Ohoooo?” His raven brows raise in amusement, a mean grin spreading across his face. “The good girl is making demands now, hm?” As you whimper away, he’s thrashin’ at the back of your throat- again and again. “I guess I can’t just keep listening to her, huh?”
Her? Who…oh.
He was talking about your thoroughly damp pussy, with the sappiest noises leaving you each time you’re pushing back on your heels. Soaked with desire.
And Toji seems amused by your shocked reaction, “How cute…go on then, sweetcheeks. Go on. Lemme know what that cute lil’ heart of yours desires.”
You’re pulling back from his red, glistenin’ tip with a lecherous pwah! “I-I want…” You’re sobbing, lashes fluttering in a way that makes- oh, you won’t be mad if he told you he was getting even harder now, would you? “-I want to feel you, Toji.”
To feel him?
To feel him?
His hazy peripherals snap down to see the way you were eyeing his long, long length. And then he’s realizing - oh, you wanted to feel him inside, did you?
Inside…fuck.
Your eyes damn near bulge out of your skull at the way that Toji’s rock-hard length only seemed to grow even…bigger at your words. Flaring up until he was red-hot at the tip, all slicked with a glaze of saliva and pre.
Toji smacks his painfully hard shaft down once more at your maw, “What dirty, dirty words- and from such a good girl?” He scoffs.
And just as you’re about to explain yourself, you’re suddenly feeling near whiplash at the way that Toji grabs onto your throat and flips the two of you around. Hoisting. Manhandling. Ending up with his back against the floor, head against the hay, and your naked cunt drivelling right above him.
So wet and pretty.
Toji’s mouth waters at the sight of your damp, glistening hole. And he can’t help but immediately reach one hand over to thumb apart your puffy pussylips, pressin’ apart your folds and spitting straight into your hole.
“Or were they words from her, hm?” Toji’s gruffly snickering, flopping that wide tongue of his out to catch your droplets of slick. “Talking out of that pussy, hah- you’re even dirtier than I thought, sweetcheeks.”
Your thighs ache as they hover, slightly chasing the warmth of his mouth. “M’n-not dirty! I just wanted to feel you…” Casting a longing look behind at his throbbing length-
“As if. And you can have my cock-” You look up hopefully at his answer, how cute—you couldn’t even properly fit his cock inside your mouth, and now you think you could fit him inside your cunt? “-but first I’ve gotta stretch this dirty girl ouuuuut.”
“But, I can take- hngh!”
As if. Before you know it, Toji’s slithering his long, looooong tastebuds inside your cunt with absolutely no warning, no hesitation.
Just the ridged texture of his muscle slithering inside, and you’re quivering at the sheer size of him. And he feels the tightness of your circular innards and grins- “Woah…” Just a single taste of you, and his pheromones are blasting out in pure need. “Don’t you know that you hafta stretch ‘er out first, hm? What- never done this before?”
Gingerly, you shake your head ‘no’.
“Oh- reeeeeally.” Just pryin’ aside your folds, you were so fucking wet that that honeyed slick splashes down onto his face like a puddle. Toji rolls his eyes, “I would’ve never thought.”
You huff n’ puff atop him, “Don’t- don’t tease, Toji-”
“Why, m’not teasing..” He’s spitting on your cunt yet again, letting the dewy excess trickle back down into his throat. “I already know that this pretty pussy hasn’t been satisfied like she deserves. I can fucking taste it-” Tunneling back in again. “Can hear it.” The most lecherous slurps echoing in your ears as he does, the bull’s ears flick your way to listen to it. “She wants only me- heh, wants me to be her first, doesn’t she?”
Slurp-slurp-sluuuuurping as he’s rovering his tongue, somehow contracting it and extracting it in a way that massages your velvety walls.
Again and again.
“All you hafta do is sit there- all pretty, and take it.” Toji croons, and something dark glints within that gaze of his as he catches your lost expression. “What? That dear farmer of yours never taught you how to take it like a good girl when yer being eaten out.”
“N-no-”
“Then let me teach you—” Oh, you knew he didn’t bode well by the way that he said it. You knew it.
And in a split-second, Toji has one hand plastered at your hip, and the other veering upwards to smack! down on your swollen pussy. “Ah ah-” As you buck, that hold he has on you grows numbing, and you’re sure he’s leaving nail marks there for weeks. “Toji’s first rule- don’t run.”
“I won’t—” You’re swallowing your words back just as soon as you say them, because just then- two of his rovering fingertips intrude their way inside your cunt.
Not even waiting for you to get used to him, not even faltering as you squeeeeeeze.
He’s straightly stuffing two of them inside your snug channel, the bulbous ends of Toji’s digits digging into each of your hidden spots without even trying. Turning them over. Pushing into every nook n’ cranny n’ crevice over and over- “Oh my god-” Bellowing out, your body starts to move back and forth against him - as if it didn’t know whether you wanted to bounce down or run away- “Toji, I’ve never felt something like this- ngh.”
Only for a loud smack! to ring out against your wet pussylips once again, and for Toji to haul you back onto his mouth with his beefy arm. “What’d I say about rule number- hah, one, hm? Silly girl.”
He was stopping you from running from it.
He was looping one of his thick, beefy biceps ‘round your waist, stopping you from moving away from his open-mouthed kisses. “Good.” Pulling you in so close that his golden nose ring presses frigidly against your clit and makes you flinch. “Atta girl- atta, sweet girl.” Toji smirks against your cunt, once you try squirming your hips and find that you can’t move even a single inch. “Now squeeeeeze those pretty legs around, I don’t care if I fucking suffocate, use me, sweetness- that’s the second rule.”
“Like- like this?” You ask, your whiny pitch trembling just as much as your legs were by now. Feebly, they attempt to straddle Toji’s head properly.
To which it almost looks as if the bull hybrid was about to laugh—“No.”
Numerous more spanks of his fingertips on your cunt, and soon enough you’re finding yourself completely limb atop him. As he fingers you to tears, rotund fingertips scouring all the way to your cute cervix-
“I mean-” From your hips, his hand is then moving to your thighs. Wrapping around them to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze- until Toji felt light-headed. “-like this.”
“I think m’d-doing it.” You’re gyrating atop him wildly by now, finding a staccato in time with his thudding! fingers. Not only were they thick, they were just so long too - and they left you feeling dizzy with his vulgar strokes, with his incredible scent.
“Third rule, fuck back into me.” He commands, with that specific tone of a bull in rut that made you want to listen to him immediately. Your hamstrings screamed in protest as you continue, “Fuck her back into me- harder now, aren’t you a cow hybrid? Buck.”
You could barely even believe your ears, “You’re just so fucking mean- fuck!”
“Yeah, yeah, just like that.”
And Toji’s tongue? Oh, he wasn’t just staying still - not at all.
Toji had his tongue wrapped ‘round your throbbing clit and spanking down with his tastebuds. “And the fourth and final rule-” He gurgles through the wettened wads you were seeping out, “-is to get ready.”
You’re blinking your teary eyes back open, looking down at him in shock. “Get ready for what?”
It takes a few more probin’ thrusts before he can bear to pull away- and that, too, with the loudest smooch! The bull hybrid’s pants come out in heaving gusts, scalding air making you quiver at the sensation.
“Get ready…” Toji rattles off, after a few sultry seconds. And oh- you wonder, why was his tone octaves higher? Why did he sound so breathy? Why was there something…crazed in the way he said it- “-because you think a bull hybrid in rut would really be this nice, sweetcheeks?”
Jaw dropping, “Oh-”
“You don’t know how painful it was to hold myself back-”
And before you know it, your spine’s arching as you struggle to accommodate him- struggling to handle the raw primal pressure of his thick tongue and two- three of his fingers plunging into your hole. Pushing and pushing and pushing—
You’ve become masterful at rule number three, it seems, as you’re pressing your thighs upon either side of Toji’s face until he groans.
All of his appendages just reaching all the way for the very back of your cunt—“Ohhh, please-” Your head throws backwards as you feel him fuck you with his tongue like he was trying to ruin your inexperienced pussy. “P-please-”
“Oh m’ having a pleasant time alright.” Toji snickers, his heated pants leaving your skin perspired. The mountains of his knuckles were striking your outer pussy so hard now that they were starting to grow red on his skin. “S’fuh-fucking sweet.” Stinging.
Plap! after plap! You’re moaning as his mouth unhinges undeniably deeper to let even more of his tongue’s inches inside. Stretchin’ out your cute orifice, “Gonna hafta stretch her at least twice- haaah- twice as fuck! much if you wanna fit my cock, sweet girl.”
“Twice as much…” You’re repeating breathlessly, you couldn’t even begin to imagine it. It already felt like Toji was pulling you to your very limits - so even more…
“Rule number five- just made it up, heh.” Toji spits out - literally, a glittering glob of spittle that sticks to your slit. It slides down to your hold and makes it easy for him to thrash his tongue inside like an animal- like he was frenzied by his pheromones, like he couldn’t control himself from push-push-pushing.
Not even at a controlled cadence- Toji couldn’t stop himself from squishing your sweetest spots at the very back of your cunt. In almost no time, he’s finding that cute lil’ heart-shaped g-spot of yours - and Toji’s fingertips and tongue were fighting over which one gets to press on it the most.
Again and again until you’re in actual tears- “Rule number five is- ngh, you have to take it.” Holding you to him, until your cunt folds were plastered against his puffy lips. “Take it all like my good girl if you wanna finally take my cock.”
“Please-” Being pummelled away to the maximum, it’s all you can say like a constant mantra. “Please please- ngh! Please-”
“That’s all that dirty mouth can say now?” Toji tuts, “Tch- what happened to wanting me inside? Wanting my cock? Wanting to be fucked like the slut you secretly are?”
Primal swabs, again and again.
Twofold.
After each word, Toji’s tongue sizzles against your tender pussy - lips glued so deeply against your folds, that you can feel him lappin’ away every ounce of your slickness.
It drips slightly down his chin, and leaves your cunt slipping on top of Toji’s handsome face. You grab onto his large horns with a yelp- “Oh! Fuck, Toji- did I really say that?”
“Of course you did- hah, gallop, sweethearts.” With yet another spank, he rovers his face even deeper between your trembly legs. Nose-deep. Skin-deep. So deep, in fact, that the veins on Toji’s sculptured neck pop out.
You’re unsteadily bucking against him on instinct, and that leaves the man groaning. “Just like that.” Swallowing up every inch of your outer cunt, you’re being pierced by the relentless ministrations of his tongue again and again—“You asked to be fucked like a slut- hngh, and that’s exactly what m’giving you. Aren’t I just the beeest mating partner, sweetcheeks?”
“But I didn’t-” You’re babbling out, drunk on the vicious scrape-scrape-scrape of his intrusions. His fingers pushed just as your g-spot, and you could feel him glissading down even deeper. Deeper. Deeper. “-I didn’t say that—”
“Oh, didn’t you?” He’s hazily looking up from between your legs - there was something bleary in his eyes, something gone. “I think I remember-”
“Well I don’t-” As you’re raising your voice, you can’t believe it- Toji’s powerful tail wraps around your thighs and drags you back down.
He rumbles, “Rule number one…” In warning.
And it’s only with a few more thuds! that Toji’s pretending to remember just what you’re whinin’ away about, his dark brows shooting up to his bangs. And you can feel your treacly cunt quiver with the vibrations of his laughter, “But ah- I remember now.” His eyes crinkle into slits of amusement, eating you out until his nose ring slicks with your syrup. Just the notion is enough to leave his pheromones heightening, “I believe you said…‘you wanted to feel me’.”
Mouth dropping in recognition, “Oh- I did.”
“And what did you mean by that, hm?” Toji speaks through the ringing slurps, zap after zap of pleasure. “You’re already feeling me here-” Pokin’ at your g-spot, “And here-” His tongue snakes out to suck on your clit once more.
“I just meant I wanted to feel you- hck!”
His sweaty brows furrow, “But yer already feeling me-”
“No- more like I wanted to feel your-” You’ve never spoken words like this before, not even in the throes of your worst heats. You glance back at his twitching erection, “-there.”
“My where?”
“Your- your cock, Toji!” You’re wailing out, your legs feeling numb at the way he strikes your sweetest bundle of nerves. “I wanna feel your thick, looooong cock- please.”
Oh, you really were such a dirty girl. He’s gnawing down on that nub of your clit, “And where do you wanna feel my thick- looooong- cock, hm?”
You’re stammering, mouth growing less in-your-control the longer he’s making a mess of your poor pussy. “Inside-”
“Inside where?”
“Inside my cunt-” And you’re shocked you manage that out without stumbling over your words, gryatin’ back into his open maw with sly figure eights. But even that wasn’t enough—
Toji rolls his eyes, such a mess. Such a shattered mess. Just pushing and tasting and lavishing his tongue all over- “Say it again-” When you’re repeating your sultry words, “More- dirtier. Be good f’me, girl, say it again-”
“I want your cock inside my cunt, Toji.” You’re whimpering out, you’re shaking. Feeling the inexperience bubble within each of your veins, because the hybrid was just having so much fun corrupting you. “I want it inside- want you to fuck me with that cock so badly-”
“Atta girl.”
Forcing you to say those lecherous words, forcing you to cum—
“Oh my god-” With your back arched, you’re throwing your body into the wave of pleasure that suddenly bursts inside your body. “C-cumming- I’m cumming, Toji-”
“And it’s all because of me.” He’s smugly saying, perfectly puncturing at your g-spot with his constant pushes.
Because of Toji’s rut, his senses were so honed that he could mark each peak of your high- the explosion of bliss that he pinpointed with his fingers, with the slashes of his tongue. “Heh- me.” With a wet chuckle, Toji’s tongue was going to lick up every inch of your pussy like he was frenzied. Couldn’t get enough. Lap after lap. “Me me me me-” He sucks on your clit, letting his canines nibble lightly on them, and it lets out the most lewd sluuuuurp. “-and look- she’s thanking me.”
“Fuck! Never felt something so good-” Whining out, you’re bouncing your back into each of his hits. “-might be the best orgasm I’ve ever had- hck!”
“S’a pleasure, sweet girl.”
By the time the best of your high bates, Toji still hasn’t let up between those syrupy legs of yours. When he’s licked up every droplet of sap you’re letting out, he’s moving over to lick at the sheen of slick glued to your thighs.
Again and again.
Until you’re all the way overstimulated, and tears start to drip as if from a faucet. “I th-think m’done, Toji.” As if he already didn’t know - you’re pushing at his clammy head. “My orgasm’s over, I wanna try taking your cock now-”
“And you’re sure?”
He wasn’t asking to be nice. He was asking to make you turn your head and balk at the way his impossible size had only seemed to grow even bigger. Your lips wobbling, “Y-yes.”
“Oho?” Dark brows raising, he stops his ministrations and moves both hands to now grip at your waist. “Well, you did tell me to put my ‘thick, looooong cock inside of your cunt’-”
“So shut up and do it.” Huffing in embarrassment, you pound at his muscular chest - and he could barely even feel it, like kitten kisses on his bulky body. It’s enough for Toji’s cock to jolt with need, and for his attractive face to break out into a grin.
“Atta girl.”
And with that final compliment, Toji’s making to grab onto your waist and lift you off of his face—with the loudest smooch! It’s ringing out like the prettiest melody in both your eardrums, and Toji just barely manages to disconnect himself with your sweet pussy.
Just barely breaks his lips from your tender folds, all slickly glossed.
Just barely wrenches you off with ease, and takes one nice look at your hole - when you’re realizing that Toji Fushiguro suddenly stops. His nostrils suddenly flare. He suddenly stutters-
“O-oh, sweet girl. I don’t think you even realize-” Toji gawks up at your cunt. And you’re feeling somewhat shy when he filthily leans his features in and takes a good, long sniff at your cunt. As you’re looking up at him in confusion, “-you’re in heat.”
“In heat?” He sets you down near his rugged v-line, and you’re animalistically grinding your cunt down on his thickened length. You look up at him for answers, “What do you mean? Shiu said I’ve already finished my heat-”
“Fuck what Shiu says, silly girl.” Lightly spanking your pussy, Toji rolls his sage eyes. His pupils were all blown-out and bleary with lust, only darkening the more he takes in your buttery pheromones.
Oh, you smelled like the sweetest freshly-whipped cream - and that only made his mouth water as much as his swollen cock was. Drenching the cute innards of your thighs n’ your pussy mound with his sap, he grins. “I can smell it.” He parts his scarred lips, a thin line of saliva trickling down one side. “I can fucking- taste it-”
“Oh—” You’re gyratin’ back against his plummy cock tip, oh-so-lewdly. And you take another sniff of yourself, reaching up to feel that your scent glands have swollen up. “I g-guess you’re right-”
“Sugar, I am right.”
Before you know it, the world’s a blur around you- and suddenly you find your back against the soft hay. Your head being cushioned by one of Toji’s rugged palms, Toji’s large body hovering over you. Pressing you down-
“And this pretty pussy’s tellin’ me that this is yer first heat with a bull, hm?” Sliding his thumb between your glossy crevice, he listens for the squelches. “Awww, how cute—so m’your first, sweet girl?”
“Yes- yes.” And when he places his fleshy cock between your legs, at that sweet spot where you wanted him the most, you can’t help but realize that oh- he’d been stretching you out for so long for a good reason.
Because Toji’s hybrid cock looked absolutely ginormous between your legs, especially with the way he’d thickened up in size while eating you out. His cockhead was as red as a huge strawberry, and multiple times bigger. Bull hybrids, famed for the shaft length - now slipping n’ sliding between your pussylips.
Just kissing at your geysering orifice- “Oh- fuck.”
“And you know having you on top would be the easiest for her…” That said, he’s swatting his rough fingertips down on the nub of your clit. He’s spitting. He growls, and it’s enough to send shivers down your spine- “But m’still gonna have her in a mating press.” Throwing your legs over his shoulders, folding you damn in half. “Because you also forget one- fuck-” Just feeling you clench around nothing, enough to make him reach up and grab at a wooden beam. “-thing, sweetness.”
“And what’s that, Toji?”
“I’m in-” Hard enough that the wooden beam breaks—“-rut.”
Fourth rule, remember?
Because you didn’t think that he’d go this easy on you when he’s in fuckin’ rut, did you? You didn’t think that he was going to fuck you nicely, did you? You didn’t think that he wasn’t going to act like a damn animal, did you?
In a sudden motion, Toji’s plugging your hole up with his thick cockhead- and shoving it deep into your deepest insides. Long. Hard.
You’re yelping, nails finding purchase on his deltoids and clawing on for dear life because- “A virgin, are ya?” He tuts, “Don’t think m’gonna go easy on ya.”
“Oh my goodness-” Thighs curling around his toned waist, hips attempting to buck away. “Holy fuck-”
“Easy, easy.” It was just so cute the way you were struggling - especially when you were talking so big about wanting him. “Breathe in, girl- there ya go.” You’re following as he instructs, “Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in—” And suddenly there’s a sodden spank at your pussy, “-you, too, pretty pussy.”
Something that catches you off-guard, and makes you swallow him up an inch deeper. Your eyes rolling all the way to the back of your skull, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- I’ve never felt like this. You’re so big- hold on, Toji, you’re so-”
“Hold on?”
“What-”
“Hold on?”
He’s then spitting out into your open mouth, and slapping your pussy so hard that you’re seeing stars. Instantly, you’re set on edge by the way that his rugged cock suddenly slams- “You’re telling me to h-hold on?”
And was that a stutter in his sentence?
A laugh?
Toji Fushiguro sounded like he was fucking losing it by merely hearing your whining questions- “You seriously want me to…” Clawing down in front of your body, one of his rude hands press down on your stomach as he’s sinking iiiiiiin. It makes you feel every ridge n’ vein, every inch, every bit of his thick shaft intruding in. “-hold on?”
“It’s just- I just didn’t think you’d be so big-” He was barely even halfway in and you could already feel Toji at your throat, gushing out sticky wads of slick. With your feet planted on the hay-littered ground, you’re trying to arch your back nearly away from—
“Oi- who said you could tap out?” Before you know it, Toji’s hand lifts from your thigh to grab onto your tail - one pulling you in by the tail, his right hand still feeling for that tummy bulge he was fucking into you.
You can’t get away by the way he’s manhandling you back down into his hips, skidding straight across the barnyard floor. “Tch- ya need ta be herded or what, silly girl?” Grazing his dark happy trail against your front, the curly tufts of it scratch your clit. “Come back t’me- rule number one, remember?”
“Fuck-” Throwing your head back in tears, your legs were limp from the sheer pressure being put on your lower half. “-I can feel you reaching in so deep-”
“And you wanted me to hold on?”
He was never going to let that go - he was never going to give you even the slightest second to get used to his incredible length.
Palm pressing down on the cylindrical outline makin’ itself known on your tummy - just that big. Pelvis moving in a rapid, urgent half-thrusts-
Toji isn’t even waiting for your cunt to take it all, his red cockhead probin’ just inwards. Inwards and inwards and inwards. He can feel the tight resistance of your pussy, your sweet body unable to take him whole right now- and it only makes him groan.
With his head thrown back, he’s letting go of your tail to smear apart your pussylips. “M’in fucking rut and you wanted me to hold on-” He’s hissing, pushing your snug folds so far apart that you have no choice but to take his hammers. “Been teasing me with that s-sweet scent ever since I fucking got here and you want me to hold on-” Pulling you to him. Dragging you to him.
Toji breaks every single second that he’s not fully sheathed inside of you, and he’s just pummeling his hips deeper- “Hold on, hold on, hold on.” After each mention of his mantra, he’s rutting in. “You want me to h-hold on and-” Harder. “-and you know what-” Deeper. “-I want to do, sweet girl?”
“What-” You’re gasping out through your tears, sticking to both of your cheeks by now. “What do you want, Toji?”
“I want to- fuck! Well, first I want to fucking fit-” He’s whispering underneath his breath, darkened eyes narrowed as he takes it in. “Fit- fit- fit-” Before you know it, he’s spitting down once more on your cunt and shoving his cockhead inside. “-fucking fit-”
Blinking away the tears in your eyes, “And- hah, and what else did you want?” By the heightening of his pheromones, you already knew that it was something about to ruin you.
“I want…” He was teasing you now, just lightly grazin’ that blushing hot tip against the roof of your cunt. You could feel him filling up every sneaky orifice, and Toji was fucking you like he’d just gone feral- “I want to-”
“Oh, fuck!”
With a final, lewd thrust- Toji Fushiguro bottoms out.
“-breed ya, sugar.”
And he meant it. The massive bull hybrid was drilling into you like a madman- his cattle nose ring clanging with each rut. “I’ve been wanting to breed you since the moment I stepped foot here.” Toji growls, the red crown of his shaft directly heading towards your cervix now. Bruising. “I want to fuck- fuck you through every day of your heat- my rut.” And he was emptying out such long strings of precum into your womb, “Try to get you pregnant every single day of my rut.”
“You’re going to get me…” Your pupils are swirlin’ in comical circles within the whites of your eyes, and just the mere notion makes your tastebuds sizzle with saliva. You hadn’t spent your heat properly with a bull- let alone found yourself mated by one.
Bred by one.
“Fucking pregnant.” Toji finishes off with a snicker, pushing against that cute lil’ tummy bulge that he was pounding into you.
“Oh, please-” You’re throwing your head back with a mewl, “But I’ve never been m-mated to anyone before. Are we sure it’s going to take, Toji-”
“I’ll make it take.”
His jackhammers were so hard by this point, enough so that your sap splatters out of you in puddles. It glistens right down the inner parts of your thighs, and Toji swipes his thumb down from your pussy to glaze it in the syrup. To reach up to his scarred maw and suck on it.
And when he feels your spit-slicked lips start to wobble out more concerns, he’s pushing that very thumb between your own lips.
“Shut it, silly girl. Ya really think that when I hah- when I fuck you like this—in this mating press.” As if on cue, his manhandling strength seems to be folding you even deeper in half. “With this pretty pussy-” Dragging out a few more slurps with his thrusts, “-and my rut- you’re not gonna be walking outta this barn stupidly pregnant?”
“I-I don’t-”
“Silly, silly girl.” It’s a rude thwack! of his curvaceous ball sack after each slam, and you can feel your body grow more restless after each of his spat-out words. So mean. “Silly lil’ hybrid thinks she’s gonna make it outta here- hah, without bearing my calves.”
You’re shivering, your body so limply fucked by this point- that Toji’s tail has to wrap around one of your thighs. Holding you up. Interlocking your ankles around his neck with that silky tail- “Well, since m’inexperienced-”
“And m’gonna give you the experience of yer life- heh, I already am.”
He was - he really was. Just making you see stars every time Toji’s overlarge, plump cockhead dug into your g-spot. Somehow he’d managed to map the insides of your walls, and each thrust grazed his length against your sweet bundle of nerves.
Probing and probing a bruise exactly the size of his round circumference- “M’gonna corrupt you, sweet lil’ thing.” A sleazy smile spreads across Toji’s handsome, perspired face. “M’gonna fill you up with so much of my cum that- hah, they’re gonna be milkin’ it out of you for months afterwards, sweet girl.”
“Fuck, I’d like that-”
“Oh yeah?”
“I’d like that s-shoooo much, Toji.”
“Bet you’d like it even more after I fill you up with my calves, hm?” He titters, pheromones slowly growing saturated enough to mingle with your own. “After I fuck this pretty pussy pregnant ‘nough times that she remembers how it feels when I fill you up? After I breed you until we can- hah, fill this whole damn farm with them? After I make a momma out of you and no other bull can ever even think of touching you-”
You squeal, “Yes- yes yes yes yes-”
His tail tightens around your ankles, horns charging as if he was only growing more n’ more excited. Throbbing with more need. “And you better fuckin’ know that these are promises, sweetness. That no fucking farmer can ever break.” Toji stares you deep in your heart-shaped eyes as he says, “I will get you pregnant.”
“Oh, I’d fucking hope so.” You glide your hands down your front, “I wanna feel you right h-here, Toji.” Down where your womb was.
Fuck…you were dangerous for a bull in heat.
And his entire body feels feverish with need, the burning sensation of his rut overtaking Toji completely.
As his hips only grow sloppier, you’re grazing your sweaty palms further down his body. Starting from his shoulders, before ultimately you end up squeezing Toji’s massive milky pecs.
Even for a bull, they were just so plush. And you can’t help but twiddle your thumbs ‘round the golden rings that he had pierced through his pinkish nipples, lecherously.
He shivers at the sensitive sensation, “O-oh? Look at you.” Snapping his head down, you swear you could see a rouge flush take over his cheekbones. “You’re corrupted already.” And both of Toji’s own hands end up removing from your stomach and your pussy, ending up- oh, you could’ve already guessed.
Both of Toji’s hands end up on your tits.
Squeezing.
Kneading.
Before you can say a word, he’s already growling out- “And as any momma would- we’re gonna hafta make sure you’re making enough milk, huh, sweetcheeks?” That last bit of his sentence ends up drowned between the valley of your chest.
Toji’s gaping his maw wide open and sucking on your right tit, his left hand pinching the nipples of your left tit.
“I don’t think anything’s gonna come out just yet-” Your tail swishes in arousal as you watch him hollow out his attractive cheeks, thoroughly sucking on your tit like his favorite lolly. Sucking like he was trying to make milk come out—“I never did produce…much…milk…”
As soon as the words leave your mouth, you’re being proved wrong. Because with a gushing sensation, you can feel your hardened nipples stream out something straight into Toji’s open mouth. “You were saying?”
Pure white milk.
And he was such a messy eater, your ivory syrup dripping down his lips. It glosses them and created the sweetest lacquer that Toji himself was addicted to- “Mmm, so much, sweet thing—fuck.” He’s pinching at your left tit, too, a splashin’ puddle of milk that he immediately plops his mouth over to gulp up. “Ya really are a sweet thing-”
“I’ve never made this much even for the farmer-” You’re gasping, and your milk cascades down Toji’s chin like a waterfall. Constant. Sloppy “How did you even…”
“Because you’re in heat.” He says- choppy, through the way that he barely wanted to speak, barely wanted to remove himself from the sweet fountains of your spurting milk. “Because m’in rut.” Toji’s hips smack into yours so hard that you see white for a second, and his happy trail perfectly carnally itches at your clit. “And tonight- we’re gonna make a fucking baby, sweet mama.”
“O-oh—” With your voice cracking, you’re reaching your high. It comes instantaneously, and you arch into Toji’s glissading muscles as you ride through it.
As you’re fucked through it.
“Cumming again?” Toji’s marvelling, his words thick - he had his mouth full, after all. Smelling the saccharine sweetness of your orgasm in your pheromones, he’s marking each peak of your high with a bang! of his reddened cockhead.
Slowly opening up your womb even more, your g-spot felt so red-hot and raw from the inside as he just kept on thumpin’ away there. Again and again and again. “Of course, ya are- fuck. Just like thaaaat, fuck back into me- third rule. They say the momma needs to cum good if we wanna get you pregnant after all-”
“And what about you?” Still in the throes of your bliss, you feel absolutely no inhibitions in babbling away. Drunk on the thick, veiny size of him fucking you through your high—“Aren’t you gonna?”
“Gonna what?”
“Fuck…”
“Rule number six-” Toji pipes up, a mean glint in his eyes. “-is to use those words like the big girl you are.”
And you best believe that he was fucking you like he was trying to push the very words up to your throat, his veins massaging your sweet spots and making you shiver, his pearly white teeth back to sucking on your milk. “I want- hah!” You wince when his right hand slithers down to pinch your clit, “-you to cum- fuck.” You moan when his left keeps toyin’ with your nipples, streaming out dairy for Toji to swallow up. “-inside my cunt, Toji.”
And there—his eyes slightly widen in interest, “You really said it.” A proud smile gracing his face, “You really, really…oh.”
With a few more lewd thrusts, he’s emptying out his heavy balls.
They tighten as they spurt out the creamiest wads of cum waaaaaay back into your spongy womb, suckin’ up each pearly droplet as Toji fucks them inside you. Splashing out. Pooling out. That bawling divot in the middle of his shaft just leaves a murky mess behind, ribbons of ivory that glue your walls together.
“Oh fuck-” He’s clenching his canines, you swear he’s holding back tears—“And you’re gonna take it-” Toji snarls, fighting against the urge to throw his head back - simply because he wanted to look at you as he stuffed you till you were overspilling. “-take every single last drop-”
The hulking bull hybrid shakes as you clench your velvety walls. “Oh, yes.” You’re shivering once he smacks! your clit once more, swirlin’ those sultry webs of seed with his fingertips.
Toji’s pushing them inwards, again and again. “And yer gonna keep it, aren’t you?” Fucking you, again and again.
He hums, gluing the edges of his fingers inside your channel, so that not a single gumdrop can leak out of you. “Second rule, sweetness, squeeze those pretty legs. S’gonna tell that pussy to keep my cum inside- give me a lil’ calf, heh.”
“Shit- keep talking and I’ll…”
It’s too late for you. You’re so far gone on his pummeling length that with a few more strokes, you’re reaching your high once more.
White-hot.
Toes curling.
Back arching.
You can’t even control yourself, it’s the most powerfully sinful sensation you’ve felt in your entire life. And this time, not only are you overspilling in Toji’s glutinous white cum - you’re also spraying out your own slick. Translucent splashes of sweetness, so powerful that your entire body shakes.
Your high was being dragged out of you.
Squirting. You can’t believe you squirted during your first heat with a mate, your first heat mounted.
And as he instinctively bucks his hips through it, your new mate swears- “Fuck- fuck, don’t tell me you’re- oh. You are. Turns out I milked you dry, hm?” Something in him oh-so-triggered by the way you just kept on drippin’ from that pretty cunt, it’s as if the hybrid part of him knew that he had to do something to stop you from losing so much of it. “Rule number four, my sweet mate.”
But no bracing in the world could prepare you for what you felt in that very moment - because suddenly you’re feeling a strength so incredible that it’s as if you’re being split apart. “Your- your knot?”
“Damn right.”
You just had to see this for yourself. Chin hitting your chest as you watch Toji push n’ push the incredibly swollen base of his cock inside you. It was so round n’ red, about four times his actual circumference.
It sinks in with a lecherous sluuuuuurp—and Toji empties out a few more streaks of cum just from the sheer sensation of having his sensitive hilt sheathed inside of you. Isn’t that every bull’s dream? To have a mate as pretty as you, choking and overstimulated around his knot? Ready to take all of him until you’re pregnant-
“We’re mates now.” You’re still shivering from the shockwaves of your multiple highs, so overstimulated that you don’t hear his murmurs. Sobbing, you’re tugging cutely at his nipple piercings to garner his attention. “Wh-what was that, Toji?”
“I said–” Roughly, he pulls off from your lactating tits. Your milk drivels down either side of his greedy maw, “-that you know a bull’s rut lasts days, right, sweetcheeks?”
“Oh.”
“Guess we have a lot to learn…h-heh.”
.
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Shiu was halfway through his drive to Tokyo.
Halfway through his window cracked down halfway, his dark hair playing in the breeze, head nodding in time with the beat of some early 2010’s pop hit that’d surprisingly managed to calm him down during his drive.
Sure, Kusakabe had completely ruined his plans and forced him to leave you unattended on the farm - but Shiu can’t help but almost feel grateful towards his friend.
After all, it’s not every day that he gets to go out like this - the life of a farmer sure was a busy one. And it was such a nice day out, driving along smooth and silent in his truck like this was almost therapeutic. He’s almost considering getting an apprentice or two so that he’d be able to do this more often. He really thinks he could find inner peace like this, maybe all those self-help magazines he grimaced at in convenience stores were onto something. A man needs time for himself, too, y’know?
Yeah, time for himself. Time to just wind back, enjoy the highway, just appreciate the beauty of the world, y’know?
Halfway through a drive of peace and quiet, when he suddenly realizes-
And Shiu’s stepping so hard on the brakes that he wouldn’t have been surprised if about five other cars smashed into him from behind right about now. And he wouldn’t have noticed, either—”I left the gate of the bull in rut fucking unlocked-”
Immediately after he remembered, Shiu had gone and done a (likely illegal, most definitely illegal) U-turn right then and there. Heading right back where he came from, he’d cut off multiple cars, almost run over some unsuspecting old lady in his haste to get back to his farm - Kusakabe be damned, his best friend could rot in Tokyo until the end of time for all he cared. After all, he was the one that caused all this!
Shiu made it back home in less than half the time it took him to halfway down his journey to Tokyo (he’s sure he ran a few red lights).
And he’s fumbling with the keys of his gates, forgetting his truck and sprinting right up to where his cattle hybrids were. All cooped up inside the pen, they hadn’t gone into the barn still - and yet, with one sweeping glance, Shiu can’t really find any missing.
So he almost dares to breathe a sigh of relief- before his eyes catch the placement where Kusakabe’s bull had resided. Where Toji resided.
And Shiu’s heart drops at the same time as his jaw.
It was empty.
Quickly, he’s suspecting just why the cows and bulls outside weren’t going inside the barn, and Shiu takes another look at his herd—fuck!! Fuck, fuck, fuck - there was one missing.
And he knew exactly who it was.
In urgent, jerky motions, Shiu’s throwing open the gate to the pen (this time double-checking to lock it behind him) and heading straight towards the barn.
The barn where he can hear the rustling of hay, where he can smell the saturated sweetness of hybrid pheromones, where he can see—oh, you on your hands and knees, with your pretty ass raised high in the air for Toji’s cock to plough into, his powerful body. You’re all sprawled out on the hay, saliva and milk splashing out of you at a constant pace. You mewled as he stretched out your cunt so mercilessly, again and again and again. The plump knot ‘round his base hitting your pussylips with almost painful thwacks!
And by the ribbons of miry cum that clung onto both your lower halves, Shiu was safe to assume that this certainly wasn’t the first round…
Shiu’s nostrils flare, and he’s realizing that this wasn’t just the heady scent of Toji’s rut - it was your heat, too. That luscious creamy smell that made his mouth water, and his cock twitch in his pants as he took in the sight-
BZZZZZZZZ—!
Thank god his phone was on silent mode- Shiu hastens to pick it up before either of you can hear. Though, he doesn’t think he’s very successful with it.
Because just as Shiu places the crackling phone against his ear, whispering out a quiet- “H-hello?” He sees that Toji’s smug, handsome head turns in the direction of the barn door. And he’s smirking straight at the other man as he claims every inch inside of you, Toji’s honed tip pinpointing into every tiny nook and cranny.
And if that wasn’t enough, he’s leaning down to grab onto your leaky tits- and squeeeeeze out a pure white stream of your milk. Much more than Shiu’s ever been able to tease out of you during milking sessions.
He was making his mate known.
Slowly, Shiu backs out of the barn without you noticing (though, you were so deep in the waves of your carnal pleasure, that he thinks it would’ve been impossible to get your attention anyways).
Only once he’s out of the headiness of the barn does Shiu finally manage to register the other man’s voice-
“Hello? Helloooooo? Man, where are you now-”
“Hey, Kusakabe.” Shiu speaks, still slightly dazed. Still slightly staring through the barn doors from afar - all because of a fucking gate. “Take the next train here from Tokyo- no, don’t worry about your truck, you can pick it up later. No, you don’t need the cattle trailer anymore.”
Kusakabe sputters, “Huh? But why?” At the other man’s silence, one could almost hear the moment that understanding sets in. “Oh man- oh wait, don’t tell me that Toji and that sweet cow hybrid of yours has-”
“Yeah.” Shiu grits, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Unrelated, but would you happen to know any good names for calves?”
A/N. YOU ASK AND DADDY PROVIDES (not child support tho-) YES I SAW Y’ALL IN THE COMMENTS-
you wake up with one hell of a headache. a pulsing throb behind your eyes that feels like someone someone wedged a subwoofer in your skull and set it to a steady and torturous bassline. sunlight slants across your face in a cruel slice as you blink into consciousness. there was a party last night—that much you can piece together. too many neon shots. someone funnelling vodka through a plastic sword… you groan, drag a palm down your face, and pray you didn’t do anything catastrophically stupid.
you shift your arm, trying to coax life back into the limb that went numb under your own weight. it bumps into something warm. human warm. a sinking dread coils in your gut, exacerbated by the pleasant soreness between your legs. you recall him in disjointed flashes. unnatural hair colour. an uppity, spoiled temperament but those pretty-boy features had half the sorority queuing for a chance at his attention. that gives you an idea. very slowly, you turn your face to see none other than naoya zen’in, sleeping beside you. no fucking way. absolutely not. there is no universe where you voluntarily—
you swallow, preparing to silently climb out of this disaster, when a warm exhale ghosts across the nape of your neck. great. you turn your head the other direction and your soul flatlines. satoru gojo.
Fuckkk NOW imagine virgin choso and riding him in the couch while he looked up with tears glistening in his eyes and whining, he doesn’t know where he’ll place his hand and he could only thank you
“you taught me ruin taste like honey if you close your eyes long enough.”
[Warnings for this chapter: Extreme Misogyny, Domestic/Emotional Abuse, Sexual Violence, Dubious Consent, Coerced Intimacy, Consensual S/M, Hate-Fuck, Psychological Manipulation, Abuse as Coping Mechanism , Graphic Depictions of Violence, Mutual Abuse, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat]
"There is no force so final, nor freedom so costly, as the daughter paying the debt of the sword."
Summary : She was the final coin struck from a broken mold—minted in shame, spent in panic. When the pillars of her lineage splintered, she was surrendered as tender: a breathing, trembling reprieve purchased for the already condemned.
A Note from the Author
This work is a dark and unromanticized exploration of trauma, abuse, and political coercion set within the fictional world of Jujutsu Kaisen.
I must state clearly: I do not condone, romanticize, or endorse any of the abusive or violent behaviors depicted within this narrative. The actions of Naoya Zenin are portrayed as monstrous, toxic, and unacceptable. This story is an unflinching look at a character’s survival against systemic violence, and her eventual, destructive quest for liberation.
This is my personal, non-canon interpretation of Naoya Zenin and an Original Character's journey through absolute political and emotional degradation.
Reader discretion is absolutely essential.
The moment a mother gives birth to a daughter, she was already doomed from the fall of the brutality of this world they lived in.
It does not matter if she was the first in line, if she has a promising future, or she has the potential to be the greatest, in the piercing eyes of the time, the daughter will always be the one to pay for the crimes of men who cowers behind tall walls of their home.
She could only remember how fast the wedding went by.
The wife could remember how heavy the silks that wrapped her body, how she barely moved, her body was constricted in tight clothing, funny how she thought of that; might as well get used to it when she married to the Zen’in clan, because in the next seconds of her life, she’s expected to act as a gentle, obedient wife.
But what stuck to her the most was the sight of her father. He was not in the front, nor even in the middle, but relegated to the far back of the solemn, formal, and quiet Ancestral Hall. That was the true price of the contract: their family, now low-ranking scum who were desperate enough to give away their only potential to be one of the greatest. That was all she was. A wasted potential.
She looked at him, swallowing thickly at his sight, he is really pitiful, wasn’t he? He was once a protector of their clan, a leader, and a core defensive strength that acted as a pillar of this family. Now he was just a pitiful man with burn marks all over his skin, eyes losing its sight, and with a tight deadline on his life. He sustained a debilitating injury that resulted in permanent, severe Cursed energy depletion, he is a useless as lamb for slaughter.
Ever since this happened, his rivals that used to sit back quietly had moved in to dismantle the infrastructure of the family. It was like a domino effect. First, a major funding contract was suddenly and unjustly revoked due to political maneuvering, they took the advantage like hungry sharks waiting for its food. Then the clan took out its generational wealth to fund their small barrier, a safehouse, some guards and essential Cursed Tools, until there was none left.
So what was the last wealth a man to give in times of desperation and humiliation?
His daughter.
The woman could only remember how fast the wedding went by.
Her cheek twitched when she felt Naoya’s hand on her shoulder, pulling her closer, his lips pressed to her ear, the sound barely audible over the chanting. “Smile.” He squeezed her in disguise of affection. “You’re spoiling this happy occasion with that frown on your pretty face.” His hand slides down, slipping beneath to grope her tit, giving it a squeeze.
Fucking shameless.
Her lip twitched before she gave him a side glance. “This entire banquet could almost resemble a damn funeral.” Though there was amusement in his eyes, he squeezed harder as a warning, this made her whimper out of her lips. She could only clenched her fist in her lap. "Maybe it does, woman. A funeral for your former life. And speaking of funerals, do you know why women don't belong at them? Because they can't help but make a spectacle of themselves when quiet composure is required."
She glared at him, only for him to sneer before pulling away, fixing a hair behind her ear. “Just shut up, will you?” It was almost a sin how charming he sound. “Be glad you’re part of this family now, the only reason I agreed to this farce is that your technique is an asset for our defenses, and at least you’re pretty enough to look at when I fuck you later.”
“Ha!” She looked at him in disbelief, she knew he was vile, but not to this extent. “You are really a fucking pig.” Naoya let out a low, smooth chuckle that didn't reach his cold eyes. He leaned back in slightly, the amusement in his sneer now palpable.
"A pig who just purchased the finest broodmare in the region," he purred, deliberately using the most degrading term he could think of. "And you know what broodmare do best? They squeal when they're finally bred, and they keep the farmer rich."
She could only looked down when he raised his sake towards his father’s speech, not even wanting to listen to whatever traditional beliefs they’ll shove down to her throat.
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It was expected of her. She knew that. The women before her knew that. It does not mean she likes it still. The bathing, the oils, the robing, all leads to one road. Consummation.
Or how she likes to call it— a humiliation ritual.
“For a man who’s supposed to be the fastest, you’re late.” She says when she heard the door slide open before closing, she had her arms crossed against her chest, looking outside the window just to watch the leaves moves at the gardens.
Naoya paused, his hands still resting on the shoji screen door latch, letting the silence draw taut. He didn't rush, which was ironic even for him. He turned slowly, his eyes—cold, sharp gold—taking in the sight of her in the subordinate kimono, the new Zenin colors a stark contrast to her freshly washed skin. "Patient," he corrected, his voice a low, smooth purr that was infinitely more menacing than a shout. He pushed off the doorframe and took a slow, deliberate step into the room. "I was giving my newest toy a chance to appreciate her new cage and worry about what happens next."
He let a chilling smile spread across his face, his gaze focusing on her mouth. "I suppose you are more eager for this than you let on.”
“Eager?” she spat, her tone razor-sharp with venom, looking back at her husband who just looked at her with disinterest and somehow that annoyed her more, there was a beat of silence, his eyes looked at her face and linger down to her body before his lips twitched as if he was disgusted she even spoke without his permission. “There’s nothing to be eager about, especially from you—“ And in the space of a single breath, his hand was on her throat. He moved with the impossible, cutting speed of his technique. The other hand violently snagged the silk of her kimono. Naoya made a squeeze that instantly crushed her air, forcing a soundless gasp and twisting her face into a grimace. Her own hand instinctively clamped down on the wrist that held her.
"You know," he spat, his eyes alight with cruel amusement, "I'm getting real fucking tired of that mouth. Makes me wonder if your pathetic family did anything to discipline you to obey, or if I have to teach you from scratch what submission feels like."
There it was, she was wondering why it took him long to snap. She could only laugh mockingly at his face when she hears the word submission. “Fuck you, Naoya. You think you can break me? Me?”
Naoya moved fast, he ripped the silks off her body and he immediately lunged to her neck, his teeth biting down her skin before he pressed kisses frantically down the length of her neck. His hands palmed her tits, humming in delight as he marveled how they fit perfectly on his. A soft moan escapes her and she immediately snarled at him like a ferocious animal who was about to fight back, her one hand clutched his collar when his thumb brushed over her nipple that immediately perked up from the attention of the cold air.
“I don’t need to break you.” Naoya rasped out, pushing her forward the wall and ripped away her panty without hesitation, his leg slotting between her legs, forcing her to grind her clit on him. “I just need to fuck this cunt over and over again ‘till you give this clan a brat.” Her free hand reached out and slapped his face, his head turned and there was only a beat of silence, she couldn’t tell if the heat rising in her chest was panic or rage and she saw— she saw how his lips curled to a sadistic smile, his hand palmed his hard cock underneath his hakama while he still pinned her to that wall.
“Bitch—” he sneered, slamming her to the wall that nearly took her breath away. And her hands grabbed his hair, yanking him back with force but that didn’t stopped him, instead he teared his own clothing off, hell, she didn’t even realized how fast he moved until he spread her when he hiked her leg up his waist and his cock buried inside her pussy without any preparation. “Fuck!” She screams out with tears pricking the corner of her eyes. Gods, he was fucking big, her walls hugged his cock and she hated how it made her feel good.
Naoya didn’t even spared her a damn second at all, the moment he was buried inside of her with his fat dick kissing her womb, he could only sneer down at her before he leans down, biting down to her lips to make sure it bled. “Look at you,” he growled against the shell of her ear, pulling back to make sure she felt every inch of him and slamming it back with no regard for her at all. He was relentless, his thrust rough and deep, each one driving a ragged moan from his wife’s lips that he drank it like it was a reward. “You’re pretty pussy is soaking up my cock, already taking me so damn well. Ha, I didn’t know your family raised a fucking slut.”
She threw her head back, and a sound like a small, dry branch snapping echoed in the quiet room. Naoya hissed a sharp curse, the sickening crack of his nose instantly followed by the hot, metallic slide of blood streaming over his lips and chin. He froze, momentarily stunned. The silence was absolute—then it broke, he pulled out of her and his hand clamping down on the nape of her neck. He slammed her back onto the futon. “You still got some fight, huh?” He spat, holding the squirming woman underneath him. She growled at him and his hand made a sharp contact on her ass, making her mewl out in pain, her hand reaching out to crawl away from. “I’m going to kill you.” She barked at him.
“Whatever.” he muttered at her, pinning her down while his hand pumped his glistening cock before he slides inside her again with a groan. “Fuuuck, you’re tight.” He pressed his chest down to her back, nipping her shoulder as his hand grabbed her waist, he didn’t even care when the blood from his nose splattered down from her shoulder, he rut his hips to fuck her into oblivion.
The woman panted with every thrust, she could feel his cock deep inside her pussy and she knew she hated herself for even enjoying how her cunt sucked him in as if it was desperate to be filled up with him. He snickered the moment his eyes were drawn to her parted lips leaving soft pants, he nipped the shell of her ear. “See, you’re much more better when your moaning like a bitch in a heat.”
This made her turn her head and looked over her shoulder to give him a disparaging smile. “Funny you say that,” she panted. “‘Cause you fuck like one.”
He met her smile, and she finds herself laid on her back. He grasped her hips, the movement swift and decisive, pulling her back and rolling her onto the futon in one fluid motion. Before she could process the shift, he was between her thighs, his weight settled and familiar, and he bullied into her puffy pussy again. “You just don’t shut up do you?” He grunted with every thrust. “I think I'll have to teach you the difference between speaking and submitting, won't I?"
She reached out, her manicured sharp nails finding purchase on his chest, raking deep trails of crimson along the taut skin, while her other hand flew up and connected sharply with his face, leaving three vivid, bloody scores across his sculpted cheekbone.
And Naoya fucking loved it because he felt how tight, wet heat clenched like she was just made for this, her hips were meeting up to meet his thrusts like she was defying him. His hand wrapped around her neck and his pace turned brutal that she couldn’t even get a word in. He slapped away her hand to pin it down beside her head and he leaned down, kissing her lips messily, she could taste the metal. “Hear that?” He growled against her. “Your needy little pussy wants me, sweetheart, gonna spill every fucking drop inside you and you better take it.”
She spat on him, her saliva and the blood from his nose mixed and he gave her a feral grin from above, he let out a filthy groan as she clenched around him again, his cock twitching inside her. He could feel every ripple of his pleasure, like her sweet cunt was squeezing the life out of him on purpose. “Ha!” he breathed out, he held her cheeks to make her to look at him. “You liked that. You like to hear how much I want to paint this greedy pussy up white.”
His hands slid down to grip the back of her thighs, spreading them just enough so he could see where they were joined. His thumb pressed down to her swollen bud and she twitched at that, sensitive from the way he’s fucking her. “Look a that, got the prettiest goddamn pussy I’ve ever seen— fuck, tight little thing takes me so damn well, makes me forget you’re a disobedient slut.” His thumb brushed over where they were joined again, before slipping between their bodies to circle that sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s not like he cared for her pleasure, but there was a sadistic feeling in him liked how desperate she looked.
“Shit,” he growled out, voice rough and broken. His hips snapped forward with one last brutal push— deep enough to make sure she felt every inch of him before spilling inside exactly where her cunt begged for it. “There we go.” He rolled his hips languidly, the ropes of his cum filled her up while he bites down to her shoulder. The sudden, sharp weight of his body ceased. He rolled off her without a word, leaving the oppressive space between them cold and suddenly vast. She felt the heavy, wet evidence of his satisfaction, but inside, there was nothing. No release, no relief—only a vast, ringing hollow. Her body was still humming from the exertion, but her mind was terrifyingly quiet, the emptiness a stark, cold counterpoint to the heat he had just abandoned.
“You finished. That quick?” She curled her lips, a jab to his performance, her eyes watched him spread her legs to watch the bead of his cum rolling out between her folds before he push them back with his finger. Naoya snickered. “I spent exactly as much time on you as you are worth.”
This made the sneer on her face drop to glower at him. A small, bitter laugh escaped her throat, utterly devoid of humor. "Is that all you have, Naoya?" Her eyes locked onto the blood drying on his face. "Funny. I thought the price was my whole life, not five minutes of your strained performance.”
The wife immediately push him down, she didn’t even let him speak before she spat on his softened cock, pulling a sharp, involuntary hiss of breath from Naoya. Her soft hand wrapped around him, and she felt it twitch. He didn’t even try to stop her; he watched with that same dangerous glint. “If I’m going to be stuck to this shitty family, might as well get my enjoyment for what I’m actually here for.”
She did not look at his face. She looked only at the livid, fresh scratch marks running down his cheek, and squeezed. In that moment, the wife wasn't seeking pleasure; she was simply proving that even his body was hers to violate and control like he will.
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