you lay on your back with your legs wrapped around steve’s waist, eyes squeezed shut as you get your braincells knocked out of your head.
steve’s between your legs, your inner thighs wet with arousal and his cum. your breath leaves you as he rocks into you, his heavy, fat, length dragging inside you. you’re not too sure what to do with your shaky hands, grabbing at his arms that are caged beside your head or squeezing at his shoulders.
your breath stutters when steve thrusts harder into you, each thrust forcing your past releases out and onto the sheets. steve’s in his own world, hypnotized by the bounce of your breasts and your moans that are music to his ears
“so pretty, so perfect, all mine right” he mumbles out, eyes locked onto your hard nipples. you don’t get a chance to respond before he is leaning down and swirling his tongue around your right nipple.
“steve” you gasp out, tugging at his locks from the sensation. “hm?” he hums out simply before pulling back and licking your nipple once more.
“i-i can’t cum again” your eyes brim with tears as your body shivers with sensitivity. steve should be overstimulated himself or atleast he’s fighting through it. “but you can honey,” he reassures, looking you deep in your eyes while he reaches deep in your guts. a little laugh leaves him when your eyes roll back and flicker shut, “just one more baby, gotta make sure it takes right”
he leans back to grab both of your legs and raise them over his shoulders, the readjustment making your eyes shoot open and you brace yourself, putting your hand on steve’s stomach so he won’t sink his hips flush to yours.
“ah ah” he scolds you before grabbing your hand and pressing it to the bed by your side. “you were just taking me so good, what happened huh? gonna tap out on me, gonna quit on me?” he slowly sinks further into you.
with a squeal and a repeated shake of your head you cry out, “no no! i wan’ be good f-for you” steve tilts his head as he looks down at you, “really?” his hand rubs over your stomach before pressing down right above your pelvis, speeding his thrusts back up to knock your cervix harder and harder.
your mouth drops open and steve is quick to wrap one hand around your neck and the other pressing two fingers down on your tongue. “shit- then be good and cum allll over me while i put a baby in you”
You think he only owns like… three shirts. Two of which are permanently crumpled on a chair somewhere and one he only wears if he absolutely has to go to a convenience store. Even then, he complains. Loudly.
Right now, he’s standing in the middle of the crappy excuse for a kitchen in grey sweats, stretching like he’s not fully aware of how that motion exposes all those tight cords of muscle and his stupid V-line you want to sink your teeth into.
You’re lying upside down on the couch when you ask it.
"Tojiiii~" you whine, kicking your legs up against the wall like a child. You look ridiculous and you know it. “Can you go grab my charger? It's alllll the way in the bedroom, and I’m dying.”
“Use your legs, sugartits, they work”
“They don’t,” you say dramatically, flipping over and crawling off the couch like a ragdoll. “I’m in a fragile emotional state. You wouldn’t understand.”
He lets out a long, exasperated sigh through his nose. “You’re always in a fragile emotional state.”
“But this time it's terminal,” you mutter, flopping onto your stomach and pounding the floor weakly. “Please, Toji. I’ll give you a reward.”
That gets him.
You hear the faint rustle of movement and peek up through your arms. He’s squinting at you, suspicion radiating off him like heat. “What kind of reward?”
You smile like a little shit.
“Come back with it and find out.”
“There. Where’s my goddamn reward?”
You sit up with a pleased grin, coil the wire around your fingers and crook one at him.
“Come here.”
“I’m not a dog.”
“I said, come here, Toji.” You pat the couch between your thighs. “Sit, boy.”
He scowls. “I should’ve left your charger in the toilet.”
But he comes. Grumbling, looming, all six feet of muscle and irritation settling between your legs like it's some kind of punishment.
You reach out with both hands and start gently patting his head. Ruffling his thick black hair, scratching lightly at the nape like he’s something fluffy and manageable. He blinks once. Then twice.
He looks like he wants to toss you off the balcony.
“…The hell is this.”
“Your reward,” you say sweetly. “Look at my good boy doing chores.”
He tenses, as if the words hit a nerve. “Not your damn dog, doll”
“No,” you whisper against his temple, “you’re my big, bad, muscle-y man who still comes crawling for head pats.” You pause. “And other head—”
“Stop” he says flatly, but you can feel the way he’s melting against you.
You grin.
From then on, you swear he starts doing things on purpose.
Takes the trash out. Fixes the leaking tap with a wrench that you’re 96% sure isn’t his.
You watch him with squinty eyes. “You did something.”
He shrugs like it’s nothing. “Just cleaned up a little.”
“Uh-huh.”
He sits next to you. Clears his throat.
You blink.
He tilts his head. “Well? No rewards?”
You smirk and crawl into his lap like a puppy in heat. Run your fingers into his thick black hair, kiss the spot right above his ear.
He scoffs, but you can feel him relax, hands wrapping around your waist. “You’re gonna give me a complex.”
You straddle him, nose to nose. “Only good boys get spoiled like this.”
“…Shut up.”
You boop his nose. “Make me.”
He does, later. With his mouth.
And when he finally lets you go—arms still wrapped around your waist like he forgot how to be separate from you—you bury your face in his neck and murmur, “I love my broke, shirtless king.”
He growls. “Say that again and I’ll leave your ass in the street.”
Later that evening, he kills the cockroach you screamed about. Doesn’t even complain this time.
Doesn’t even speak. Just stands there in front of you, arms crossed.
You squint at him. “What now?”
“My reward” he says simply.
You pat the couch. “Leg’s open, daddy.”
“I swear to God—”
But he’s already walking over. Settles down between your legs like it’s second nature now. You start petting him again, your fingers tangled in his messy black hair.
“Such a good boy,” you whisper. “Good boys get spoiled. You want a kiss, baby?”
His voice is gravel when he replies, “Tch. You call me good boy again and I’ll bend you over this couch.”
You tug his hair gently. “Say please, I've been a gooood boyy, baby.”
He groans, but then—so low it’s almost a threat—he mutters, “Please, I've been a good boy.”
You smile like a devil. Pull his face up and kiss him. Long. Slow. Filthy.
When you pull back, he’s still scowling. But his hands are gripping your waist like you’re something he’ll never give up.
“…You’re such a damn brat” he mutters.
“And you’re such a pettable little babyboy,” you purr. “Look at you, doing chores and everything.”
“You want me to stop?” he asks, cracking his neck.
You kiss his jaw. “Nope.”
You pause. Then whisper like you’re telling a secret, “I’m gonna pet you forever. Even if you hate it.”
innocent virgin reader this, sweet virgin reader that
how about virgin reader whos far from innocent, you probably know more about sex than toji - just no hands on experience. you are the filthiest person on earth!! you have a sex drive that flys off the charts, constantly rubbing at your poor hole, pinching your clit and nipples.
you're also far from sweet, you're crude and cruel. that's why toji was so drawn to you. when he discovered you were a virgin, he couldn't believe it honestly. he didn't ask any questions, didn't care. he just knew he had to have you.
he expected you to be shy during your first time, but no, you were a filthy fucking mess.
sprawled out beneath him, his tip entering your tight cunt. you moan loud, meeting his eyes. toji groaned out, a strained, growl. your eyes lock with his, direct eye contact as he shoves his dick further into you. deep breaths swarm the sticky room.
the pace picks up, you had complained it wasn't fast enough so fuck, he would show you. you're gripping tight onto the bedsheets, spurting everywhere as drool runs out from your lips. he thrusts into you with a fury, stretching your virgin hole in a harsh way. but you loved it. you open your mouth and he spits into it. you swallow instantly, he didn't even need to tell you. toji frees a hand and lowers himself onto you, trapping you with his body and his heat. your body smushed by his larger one, his free hand runs a thumb over your cheek.
you grin at him. "that all you got?" you challenge, smirk plastered over your satified expression. and just as those wods utter out, a slap is brought to your cheek. well ,fuck.
you cum right there, cream ringing around his dick as you clench like a fist around him. he groans out and his breath stutters. hips copying his lungs and stuttering too.
toji lets out a hot load, deep inside of you. his body twitching and shaking as if it was his first time. he had expected you to be the same, fucked out, passed out possibly, from the intense orgasm you just had. but no, you were smiling sweetly at him, "round two?"
MDNI ⋆˙⟡ olderbf!toji helping you through ovulation 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ m.list
PART 2
ovulating is hell.
you’re laying on the couch in one of toji’s oversized t-shirts that hits the middle of your plush thighs, pulling the collar under your nose just so you can smell the faint traces of his cologne, eyes fluttering closed and a desperate whimper escaping your throat.
you’re almost always horny when you're ovulating, climbing onto your boyfriend’s lap, straddling one of his beefy thighs, your head nuzzling against his neck and inhaling his scent— a mixture of woody cologne and whiskey mixing with his natural musk, a dangerous cocktail that makes your pussy throb.
and he lets you cling onto him, your much smaller frame sitting atop his. how could he deny you? you're his spoiled princess after all. there’s no other way he'd rather spend his free time after working hard all day to make sure he can buy you anything and everything you ask for, and of course ‘gumi too.
“hey there, doll.” he mumbles against his glass, his scarred lips tug into a smirk as he takes a swig of whiskey. mossy green eyes dragging along your pouty lips down to where you slowly start to grind your drooling cunt against the hard ridges of his thigh.
“hm, like a cat in heat.” he laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest as your desperate whimpers grow louder, your hips dragging along his thigh lazily.
“nah, more like a brat in heat.” his large hand splays over the small of your back, the rough pads of his fingers tracing soothing circles under your shirt— his shirt, as he lifts his leg slightly to press further against your throbbing heat.
“that's it doll, use me however you want.” his breath is hot against your ear as he nibbles on the lobe, canines dragging along the soft skin of your neck, biting down on your throbbing pulse.
“mmm, thank you ‘ji. need this right now, s-so bad.”
you pant softly, walls clenching around nothing as slick trickles out of your needy hole, making you so wet that it's borderline uncomfortable. the thin cotton of your panties glued to your sopping folds as you grind down onto his muscular thigh that’s larger than the circumference of your head.
“take whatever you need, i've got you. doin’ so good f’me— grinding that greedy pussy on me.”
he continues to whisper filthy words and praises into your ear, deep gravelly voice hoarse with his own desire. but he ignores it, ignores his thick cock that's leaking pre against his lower abdomen, bulbous tip aching to stuff you full.
but that's for later.
he knows you need this, and he loves seeing you like this. desperate to get off, so desperate that your riding his thigh, fucking humping it like it's your toy— like he’s your toy.
and right now he is, his hands moving to grip the fat of your hips, guiding you to reach your high, all while murmuring those filthy praises in your ear.
“cmon, you can do it baby. so close aren't ya’ doll? can feel ‘er drooling through my sweats, makin’ such a pretty fuckin’ mess.”
and he's there to hold you as your gummy walls flutter, your juices soaking through your underwear to make a large damp spot on his grey sweats. he's there to catch you as you fall forward against his own heaving chest, your small hands resting against the ridges of his bulging muscles through his compression shirt.
“y-yes, toji— m’cumming!”
his large arms wrap around you tight, his hand gently tugging your hair back to catch your whimpers with his mouth. tongues and spit mingling as both of you groan, before pulling back to look at your dazed expression.
“feel better brat?” he smirks, running a hand through your hair, blunt nails grazing your scalp.
“mmm, s’much better.”
he places a soft kiss atop your head, a stark contrast to the filthy things running through his mind. how he wants to stuff you so full of him that your cunt’s leaking thick globs of his cum for days, that’ll really give you something to whine about.
a/n: ty as always my sweet bunny for reading ♡
i think i want to make this into a lil mini series but idk if anyone rly wants that:') pls lmk if you do! <3 (also i know im supposed to be working on gamer!choso but i'm ovulating and this was on my mind FORGIVE ME!!!!)
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Toji Zenin had been implausibly powerful due to his Heavenly Restriction, granting him superhuman abilities that reflected in his strength, speed, and even… senses.
It wasn’t until he’d gone out on a date with his first girlfriend at the ripe age of 22 that he realized how exceptional his prowess really was when it came to surpassing the average human.
His nose twitches. “You trying a new perfume or somethin’?” He poses as you pull him back into your apartment, kicking your shoes off at the entry impatiently and standing on your tip toes to pepper kisses along the column of his throat, teeth grazing his carotid.
You shrug absentmindedly like you can’t quite hear him through the haze of your lust, fingers curling in his leather jacket and peeling it off of his sturdy shoulders. As if he can’t get undressed fast enough, or slip his cock into you sooner. “No. Shut up and kiss me,” you headily groan out, voice breathy and body emanating a heat that had him cocking an eyebrow.
Things changed from then on, Toji picking up on the minute details.
Every couple of months, when he’d be in close quarters with you, you’d start nuzzling against him like a whiny mutt and exude a fucking scent that had him itching his scalp. He’d barely rubbed the remnants of sleep from his eyes and you’d be canting your hips back against his crotch, whimpering in your groggy state at the asscrack of dawn about how he needed to “kiss your cervix.”
Whatever that meant.
At first, he assumed you were just horned up and ready to go—but coupled with the scent? It had him reeling.
Toji was a smart man, and he wasn’t incognizant with the female body. He knew when you were needy and tended to you properly by picking up on the little things—your hand on his thigh, your voice pitching up, that pinched look you'd get as you'd press your front against his side.
But he was still a man—one who needed to do his research and allow someone to explain whatever he’d missed out on puzzling together on his own.
r/SexEd - 3 hr. ago
tojiz
I (22M) have run into an issue of sorts with my girlfriend (21F). Her body emits this weird smell when she’s horny and trying to mount me. Anyone know what this is?
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sixeyesandsixabs - 1 hr. ago
lmfao. sounds like she’s in heat.
Toji’s fingers twitch against his phone screen.
Heat? As in the fucking wattpad shit you made him read?
He audibly scoffs at the guy’s piercing blue eyes in his profile picture. No, you weren’t in heat, a cramping omega in need of their fucking alpha to soothe their pains, and this wasn't fucking Omegaverse. There was no fantastical sweet scent like pastries that trickled from your glands to make his mouth water.
It was more… primal. A feminine musk that radiated from you when you were needy. It’d last for around a day or so, then be gone with the wind along with your incessant need to have him stuffing you with his cock.
He groans, dragging a hand down his face, before his phone notifies him of another comment.
leopardprint - Just now
Maybe you’ve just got a knack for sensing her ovulation.
“Huh,” he breathes out, mind now churning like an oiled cog in a rusty mechanism.
He tosses his phone down and quickly paces over to you. You have your legs tossed over the side of the couch, bleakly flipping through his ancient television with no streaming options and only droning cable.
“When was your last period?”
You drag your gaze up to him. “Well hello to you, too,” you scrunch your eyebrows, squinting at him before pinpointing an answer. “Uh. Like a week ago. Why?”
A quiet hum of realization hits him. That made perfect fucking sense. Women typically ovulate about two weeks after their period starts, giving him… not long until your next ovulation period.
He cocks his head down at you, hungry gaze trickling over your form. You’re in his shirt and boxers like a fucking tease.
Maybe he was the one ovulating and needing to paint his biological needs on your insides.
You hadn’t been pawing at him in a bit, a hint that you should be starting it up soon.
He’d just jump the gun before you could squeeze the trigger.
He leans over you, splaying a hand against your lower abdomen and pressing. “You feel anything here, darling?”
His voice was gravelly and thick, the tone he reserved for the bedroom, and it was sent straight to your core to pool heat in your loins.
You swallow thickly, orbs darting between his before nodding.
He inches forward, bringing his nose towards your neck and inhaling the scent covering your skin.
Affirmed, you’re ovulating.
He chuckles low, knowing, pressing a tender kiss against your jugular.
hubby!toji who's a big softie when it comes to you
toji's all muscle and sharp edges during the day — the kind of husband who grunts more than he talks, who opens jars with one hand and argues with the gps like it personally offended him. people always ask you how you deal with him, the roughness, the attitude, the eyebrows that never relax.
but they don’t see him at night.
because when he’s tired? when the house is quiet and he’s walking around in that loose shirt that hangs off one shoulder?
he’s yours. completely.
toji shuffles into the bedroom, hair messy, eyes half-lidded, and just stands there until you look up. and you don’t even have to ask — he’s already climbing into your side of the bed, pressing his face into your stomach like he’s trying to hide.
“c’mere,” he murmurs, voice soft and grainy, nothing like the growl he uses when he’s fully awake.
he hooks an arm under your waist, tugging you into him with that strength he never fully turns off, but now it’s gentle. protective. like he’s scared you’ll slip away if he loosens his grip.
and then he does that thing — the one he’d deny to his grave — where he kisses your ribs. slow, sleepy little pecks that are barely even kisses, more like he’s checking you’re real.
“missed you today,” he whispers, like the words are heavy.
you run your fingers through his hair and he melts. literally melts. the man who intimidates your neighbors lets out the softest sigh against your skin, pressing even closer, his breath warm under your shirt.
“go to sleep, baby,” you tell him.
and toji grumbles something that sounds like “only if you stay,” like you’d ever go anywhere.
and within minutes he’s out, curled around you like you’re home. soft in a way no one else gets to see. soft in a way that’s yours alone.
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?”
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.
“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-
Synopsis: in which the jjk men take part in No Nut November and you get to see how long they last (spoiler: it's not very long, but that dickkkk is)
Warnings: 18+, minors and ageless blogs do not interact you will be blocked, p in v, unprotected smex, misuse of Limitless, cúnnilingus, squírting, overstimulation, desperate men, dirty talk - praise and degradation, pússydrunk men, fingering, teasing, edging, pússy inspection, footjob, mastúrbation, séx toys used - cóck ring/handcuffs, whimpering men, femdom in parts, mild bloodplay - sucking a drop of blood, cúm eating, stomach bulging, creampie, backshots, full nelson, brief face slapping, asphyxiation, hair pulling, sub!choso, misuse of a belt and tie, mouth gag, cowgirl, body marking, orgasm denial, true form!sukuna, misuse of curse mouth, áss eating, spanking, lotta cursing, some notes of SH? - biting lips until it bleeds/restraining themselves/digging nails into skin, not proofread
a/n: here's hoping I don't get flagged for the pic. Tumblr pls i am not your strongest soldier have mercy. header — A Doting And Kind Husband, He Returns To His Beast Form With Unparalleled Sexual Prowess by Aizawa Anji
SATORU - 7 days 14 hours
“Fuck,” he whines in your ear, “so t-tight. I can barely fit it in. Did you -hah- get tighter? L-like magically?”
You’re bent over the coffee table, shorts and panty pooling at your knees as he thrusts his cock in your drenched pussy, which greedily gobbles him up. Breathless, you answer, “That’s not h-how it -ngh!- works, Toru.”
There was nothing especially seductive about what you were wearing nor what you were doing — normal house clothes and peering under the sofa for your dropped earring. But you should’ve known Satoru would see the imprint of your pussy through your shorts, ass up in the air and back arched, and would lose all sense and reason.
He grabbed at you, face shoved to the apex of your thighs from behind, ignoring your squeal. Satoru was munching on your cunt through the material, moaning like a whore as if he was really tasting the real thing. You could feel the wetness of his saliva all over your thighs, or maybe that was your pussy juices. It was hard to tell.
When he finally saw clearly, he wasted no time pulling your shorts down so he could see you in all your glory. “Oh, baby. I missed you too,” he cooed. “Look how pretty you are.”
Thumbs spreading your lips apart, he watched the drop of clear wetness dripping down to your clit, and then hanging in the air before he caught it with a finger and fucked it back inside you. He watched his long digit disappear inside with awe. Your pussy squelched and he nodded.
“I know, I know. I’m so mean, aren’t I?” Satoru whispered to your cunt. “Lemme make it up to you.”
Things snowballed after that.
Sure, you could’ve stopped him, could’ve smacked him away like a misbehaving dog, but you were having your fun regardless; you weren’t taking the challenge seriously anyway. So, you clung to the edge of the table, crying out at the dizzying stretch of his cock entering your body. You missed it too, the feeling of him. A week is a really long time to go without being fucked stupid.
Satoru isn’t even making sense anymore; he’s just murmuring depraved things. “Love this -hngh- p-pussy. Gonna fill you up with my -shiiitttt- cum. Gonna keep you s-stuffed full. We’re gonna be attached forever –yeah fuck back into me, baby, that’s it. Never letting you go.”
“Ngh! Toru, harder! Fuck me harder.”
He holds your hips still, pulling his cock out until only his tip remains inside. “O-of course, baby. Whatever you want.” You scream when he rams the whole length back inside, sliding against that gummy spot inside you. The orgasm washes over you out of nowhere, sending your eyes rolling back and the table creaking under your grip.
God, you were so pent up and you didn’t even realise it. He had just started fucking you and you were creaming all over his cock. Obscene squelch! squelch! filling the room.
The lights around you begin flashing in pulses. Things begin to shake. Distantly, you think you can hear sounds of panic in the streets and car alarms raving. And is that an ambulance?
“No, wait fuck! So tight. B-baby, stop-HNGH!” Hot cum floods your walls. Satoru groans, high pitched and so needy. “Oh shit, oh shit. Oh fuuuuuuuckkk.”
Then, without warning, he pulls out and dives face first into your pussy once more, sucking your clit as a mix of your cum and his own leaks out onto his face. He doesn’t care. Not even one bit. Not even as he's shuddering and causing city-wide panic. All he cares about is blowing raspberries on your poor, sensitive clit, motorboating you like an idiot. “Tastes so good,” he breathes out. “So perfect. Always so perfect.”
You sigh, fingers drumming on the table. “We -hah fuck- l-lost, Satoru.”
“Stupid -hah- challenge, anyway,” he grumbles. “We’re never doing this again.”
That’s what he said last year.
“What about Suguru? Your bet with him?” Satoru smacks your clit harshly. You squeal. “Satoru!”
He tugs your hips back to his. Cock raring to go again, he inserts it slowly, inch by inch. There’s no more of that panicked haste to feel you. Almost as if he got it out of his system momentarily. Now, he just needs to regain control, whether of himself or of you, you can’t tell. “Don’t mention another guy in front of me. Not when my dick is the only thing you should be thinking about.”
Possessive Toru?
Haven’t seen him in a while.
Smirking, you tease, “Oh but I’m always thinking about other men when I’m with you; it’s how I can get through your pathetic thrustin–FUCK!”
Eyes wide, you marvel at the increasing sting inside your cunt. He’s not…
Oh god, he is. He’s using his Limitless to stretch you out. Jaw dropping and eyes rolling to the back of your head, you let out a long moan.
Satoru snickers. “That’ll teach you.”
SUGURU - 3 days 17 hours
“Oh you poor thing,” he croons. “Such a shame that you couldn’t hold out longer. Guess you don’t want my respect at all, huh.”
That’s a load of bull; he couldn’t have any more respect for you even if you held the sky on your shoulders. No, he wanted you to cave. He wanted to show off his superiority. He wanted to remind you how utterly weak you are for him. That was why he’d been messing with you since the month started, which hadn’t been a very long at all.
Suguru would brush up against you, skimming his nose against the crook of your neck, whispering how beautiful you look, or would purposely walk around the house shirtless and wearing those grey sweatpants that showed everything.
You didn’t understand why he did any of that — even if you came, it was in his best interest to make sure you had stakes in the matter too. Why would he tempt you and threaten to lose the challenge and incur the mockery of Satoru, who bet him that he’d last longer?
Sometimes, you don't understand Suguru.
In his lap, he works two fingers inside your cunt. He’s curling them against that spot inside you that has you gushing even more all over his long, slender digits. All while he thumbs at your sensitive clit, keeping his lips away from you. Suguru gazes down at you, a lazy smirk on the lips you’d been staring at.
Mewling, you plead, “Sugu, kiss me!”
“Aw, does my pretty girl want to cum whilst kissing me? That’s lewd. Maybe I should call you my perverted girl instead. What do you think?”
You regret ever playing his games. This ridiculous No Nut November challenge and the trying to resist his skillful touch he has you playing right now. If only you weren’t so weak, then you could show him that you can’t be messed with. Instead, you were playing right into his hand. Literally. You’re riding his fingers, grinding on his lap and chasing your orgasm, like the whore he tells you that you are.
“Is my dirty girl close? Hmm? Does she want to cum all over my thighs? Go on, pretty. Lose the challenge not even a week in. Show me how pathetic you are.”
This is all his fault.
He was always musing about the importance of being a united front, how you two were a team that lost and succeeded together. That goes out the window when you’re in the privacy of your own home, you suppose.
God, you want to wipe that smirk off his gorgeous face.
With shaky hands, you grab his head and smack your lips against his. You moan his name right into his mouth, seeking his tongue out and wrestling with the wet appendage. This is what you need. This is what you’ve been waiting for. Since the challenge started, you weren’t allowed to kiss him longer than a peck for fear that he’d be tempted to give up, and it’s been killing you.
That hesitation, that pitying smile you give each other before you say goodbye, knowing that things didn’t feel right without a kiss. Hugs themselves had to be brief and polite, no pressing fronts against each other. You might as well have shook hands and dapped each other up. It was a miserable, miserable three days.
Now, you’re having your fun, swallowing his taste down your throat. It’s all you need to finally go over the edge. You cum with your lips wrapped around his tongue, bobbing your head like it was his cock you were sucking on. “F-fuck, Sugu!”
Fingers leave your pussy with a POP! spreading your wetness all over your skin. His hands dig into the plush of your hips, grip punishing and bruising. Suguru trembles against you, groaning deep and low.
When your heavy eyes open, you’re surprised to find a wet spot on his grey pants that you definitely didn’t leave there. He pants, gaze glossy.
“D-did you…”
In a second, you’re flipped over the sofa, staring up at his towering figure. He scowls at you, eyes a little glazed over. “Yes, pretty. I came from your kiss. You must be feeling so proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
A little. “But what about your challenge with Satoru?”
Suguru shakes his head, cock hard again, and leaking against your clit.
“I won’t be telling him, and neither will you,” he threatens, snapping his teeth. “Not unless you want to see me take his challenge seriously.”
CHOSO - 15 days 19 hours
“Please,” he begged, kneeling before you, clutching your hips and grinding his restrained cock against your leg like a dog. “I c-can’t take it anymore. It hurts. I need you. I need to feel you. I think I’m losing my mind.”
That’s how it started, how you both lost the challenge.
It’s pitiful, really. Not the fact that neither you nor Choso lasted a whole month, because that was always a guarantee, but rather how your latest purchase didn’t hold up very long.
The cock ring around the base of his cock was supposed to keep him from leaking, from cumming all over himself, when you acquiesced by giving him a footjob. You made it abundantly clear that you wouldn’t let him cum and he agreed, nodded fervently, cheek nuzzling your thigh with gratitude.
He’s happy to be touched at all by you, he said. He’ll behave, he promised.
Lies.
“Choso, I’m really disappointed,” you mutter, big toe skimming up the length of his throbbing cock, following the prominent vein you love to lick. He ruts into your foot with a whimper. “I thought you loved me enough to try harder.”
The man had been cumming practically nonstop. In fact, when you fished his cock out of his tight pants, he came from the weight of your judging stare alone.
He’d been like a fountain since.
Biting his swollen lip until it bleeds, he shakes his head. His unruly, raven hair falls out of its pigtails. Locks stick to his sweaty forehead. You brush them away. “D-don’t say that. I do. I do love you. I’m sorry, it just feels too -hngh- t-too good.”
You tut. With your thumb, you gather the dripping blood before it could stain the floor and feed it back into his mouth. He greedily suckles, even when the metallic taste is long gone and it’s just the salt of your skin he’s tasting. That seems to spurn him more because his eyes roll back into his head, cock pulsing faster.
The metal ring does nothing against his will to cum; it’s only digging painfully into the base of his cock in a way that he likes, in a way that reminds him of you. Meanwhile, his tip is red-hot, angrily-swollen in a cute kind of way. And it's beyond glossy from his cum, like a lollipop.
“I miss this,” he breathes out. “I missed you. So so so much. Oh god, I think I’m going to pass out.”
Honestly, he managed quite well; 15 days is nothing to scoff at. You were ready to call it quits five days in, rising one morning especially needy and wanting to wake him up with your pussy to his face, but you held back, because you wanted him to lose. You wanted him to get so worked up that he winds up on his knees, sniffing at your cunt, like a little puppy.
Which he did.
Choso’s so adorably predictable.
“Are you going to cum, Cho? Are you going to dirty my foot?”
Abs tense, he nods, strong arms bulging with barely maintained restraint. “S-sorry -ngh!- I’m sorry.”
If his wrists weren’t tied up in handcuffs behind his back, he’d be hugging your legs to his chest, humping the arch of your feet with his exceptionally hard cock. Or maybe he’d be more ambitious, more desperate and ram his dick inside you, taking what he wanted without a single care.
That wouldn’t be so bad, you muse. Your pussy has been sloppy this entire time. It’s no doubt left a stain on the sofa.
Time to up the ante.
You spread your thighs wide for his viewing pleasure, pulling your panties to the side. “Look at me, Cho. Look at my pussy. I’m soaked, aren’t I? Watch me play with myself.”
He gulps, eyes wide and focused on one spot and one spot only. “So pretty…”
Spreading your lips apart, you show him your clit and how your hole is pulsing his name, metaphorically speaking, of course. That’s all it takes for Choso to whimper so loud you’re sure only the neighbourhood dogs register it.
Searing ropes of cum pierce the air, landing all over his bare chest and on your leg. He pants, moaning your name like a mantra. You sigh. So much for that cockring.
How he even had that much cum stored inside him is a mystery to you.
Hand bundling his hair, you drag him over to where he’s made a mess on your body. “You know the drill. Get to work.”
Choso lets out a breathy laugh, cheeks pink. He scoops up his cum from your shin with his tongue and smudges it onto your sloppy slit with lidded eyes.
You’re so leaving a bad review on the cockring, and the handcuffs he busted out of already. The broken thing lies on the floor as Choso digs his nails into his own skin to avoid angering you more, the length of his broad back visible for you. Sweet bastard’s been holding back on pure will alone, for your sake.
“Happily.”
TOJI - 5 hours 34 minutes
“Tojiiii,” you whine.
He growls, “Shut yer trap.”
If he wasn’t buried balls deep in your greedy cunt, cock indent visible through your lower stomach, you’d be talking his ear off about how annoying he is — he promised he’d take No Nut November seriously this year.
Last year, he lasted not even an hour. As soon as the clock struck midnight, he jumped you, heavy hands touching you up, rough and demanding until you gave in. It’s funny to him, you suppose. It’s funny to get you to trust him just for the asshole to take what he wanted anyway.
Held in a full nelson, his favourite position, you have no choice but to take his thick cock; there’s nowhere you could run to. His arms are hooked under your knees, arms locked behind his head, tied up with your ripped stockings.
“I -ngh! s-slow down- I can’t b-believe you -fuuuck- lied to me!”
You can feel him everywhere. He’s filling you up so good you swear you can feel him in your lungs, emerging from your throat. It’s disgusting how sweat slicked you two are, how soaked the sheets are from your splashing juices. The bed is banging against the wall, scratching paint off with the friction. The neighbours are not going to be happy. They’d already told you off three times last week.
Toji snarls a laugh in your ear, sharp canine scraping the shell of your ear. “Didn’t lie. Lasted longer than last year, didn’t we? Count your -mmm fuck, pussy trying to keep me inside, ain’t it?- your -heh- blessings, doll.”
Feet planted on the mattress, he fucks up into you with no mercy.
Seriously.
He was treating your pussy like the enemy, like it’s personally victimised him. There’s not a single part of him that cares that you’ve been squirting into the air like a fountain or that your juices and his cum have created a creamy white ring around the base of his cock. He certainly doesn’t give a fuck that your wetness drips down his balls and into his ass crack.
It’s all part of the process, he’d tell you. Just ride it out.
“What I can’t believe,” he begins, licking the sweat off the length of your neck, “is you -shiiit- thinking this was gonna end any o-other way. Tried to hide this dirty pussy from me too. Playing a -hah- dangerous game, ma.”
Oh, he really hated that. When his hand reached for your cunt under the covers as dawn broke through the openings in the curtain, you sleepily swatted it away. That was your mistake. He woke you up with a smack to your cheek. It didn’t hurt very much, but you did feel the heat growing on your skin. It had you panting before he did anything else.
Smiling to yourself despite the situation, you clench down hard, listening to his sudden grunt, and musing, “Maybe you just -mmm- need to have more -ngh!- self-control.”
Idiot.
Idiot with a death wish.
With acrobatic skill, he lunges forward, shoving you from a full nelson to your face in the pillows and your ass held in his punishing grip. His entire body covers your own, pressing you down hard into the pillows. You’re struggling to breathe, struggling to do anything but take the cock he rams back inside you.
Toji growls, “You’re in for a long night, you damn brat. Better save your energy and keep your mouth shut.”
Air is punched out of you with every relentless thrust. He’s not giving you any time to recover or to grab your bearings. It’s thrust after thrust after thrust.
BANG! BANG!
The bed and the walls are suffering with you, but they're mocking, rubbing it in your face how powerless you are right now against Toji.
“You never fucking learn, do ya? Always gotta be a brat. Always trying to drive me crazy. Acting like you weren’t groping my damn dick in your sleep. And when I take what’s mine, when I give this greedy cunt what she wants, I’m the bad guy.”
Hot, humid and dizzying, his body heat mingles with yours, shooting straight to your brain and to your clit. It doesn’t help that he’s holding your head down with a heavy hand.
But when you tap the bed frantically, giving out even though it hadn’t even been twenty seconds, surely, he yanks you up by the air. Scalp stinging, your broken moans fill the room. It creates a cacophonous din with the obscene smacking of his hips against yours. The threat of suffocation was real and it made you spurt all over his cock.
“Stupid girl,” he mutters darkly, “no challenge can keep -fuck i’m close- t-this pussy from me. It’s mine. Repeat it.”
Begrudgingly, you respond, “Yeah, it’s yours, I guess.”
You can feel, rather than see, his eyes roll and it brings a smile to your lips before he lets you go and you faceplant into the pillows again.
Toji says, calloused fingers roving under your hips to play with your clit, “We’ve -ngh fuck- got all day to work on y-your –loosen up, woman fuck– shitty fucking attitude. And trust me, we ain’t leaving until I’m satisfied.”
KENTO - Challenge Won
“Sweetheart,” he began, a little exasperated, “Can I take a bath first?”
“No, because you’re going to distract me with your slutty body and I need to have a clear mind.”
He sighed, loosening his tie with one hand. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
You stomped your foot. “How about you try an apology, Kento?”
That seemed to spark something in him, like it awakened him. No, it was like you’d walked into his trap, a willing prey.
Drawing closer, he pinned your hips to his, keeping you still and in his grasp. He had just gotten home. The man didn’t even get further than the doorway, didn’t even get to remove his shoes, before you started having a go at him. Of course he knew why you were mad. You’d made it abundantly clear — you’re upset he actually won the challenge you’d begged him to start with you.
He peppered kisses along your hairline, ending up by your ear so he could whisper, “Make me, darling.”
That’s how you wound up in this position: riding him to oblivion on your marital bed, hands tied to the headboard with his belt, and mouth gagged with his own tie. You told him not to take his clothes off, that you wanted to see him in his dress shirt, wanted to fuck with his dress pants not even down to his knees.
Unbuttoned and open for your viewing pleasure, you watch his abs, slightly faded now with the years of making sure he ate well, clench as your nails raked up and down the ridges. There’s red lines scribbled all over his chest. It reads: ‘whore for his wife’.
“Are you, Kenny? Are you a whore for your wife?”
He can’t answer, you know that, but seeing how his eyes are glazed over through the fogginess of his glasses, and how he bites down on his tie, slobbering all over it, it’s more than enough to satisfy the sadist in you.
Hips rolling, you feel him pressing all around your walls. His beautiful cock kisses all your sensitive spots, stimulating that gummy bit that only he can reach, and creating a delectable pressure that has your pussy pulsing like crazy.
“Because I’m starting to think you’re not.” You clean out his glasses, wiping the mist away so he can clearly see your pout. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have lasted a whole month without cumming inside me. You left me all -hngh- a-alone and feeling so so abandoned.”
At that, Kento grunts, hips bucking up into you. You gasp, balancing yourself on his chest. He fixes you a glare. He wants the gag off.
“No,” you insist, “I know what you’re going to say: ‘I do love you, darling. I love you more than myself,’ and ‘It’s because I love you that I lasted as long as I could for you, that I drove myself mad just so you could have your way with me, could play with my poor, overly sensitive cock, and my heavy balls.’ Am I warm, Ken?”
He huffs, not especially pleased with specific wordings but unable to deny that he was going to say something along those lines. It’s cruel, really, that you’ve tied him up and rendered him unable to speak. But if you’re being honest, you deserved this.
A whole month of no sex, of not being touched by your sexy husband, with his pretty eyes, broad shoulders and huge dick would drive anyone crazy.
Kento knows that too; it’s why he’s not fighting against the restraints even though you both know he could easily free himself if he wanted to. He better not ruin your fun before it’s really started.
Dragging your breasts over his face, you mutter, “I wish you could suck on my tits, Ken. They feel sore and achey. Guess I’ll just have to keep playing all by myself.”
The headboard creaks, strong arms straining against the leather of his belt. Better hurry along, you think to yourself.
Knees planted on the side of his body, you begin bouncing on his cock, up and down, up and down, and around. Kento groans. It feels so good, even better after the month-long wait. You’ve been empty for so long, your pussy complains every time you push his entire length back inside, but you don’t care. You’re going to cum over and over again and not let him spill a single drop.
It’s his punishment.
You’re using him like a trampoline, as if he was just a dildo. You already came multiple times by now, but he hasn’t once. And he’s close, you can tell. His cock is throbbing nonstop, almost as if calling out for you, pleading.
Every time he was close to releasing his cum inside, you halted your hips and popped him out. He’d cut you a glare that could kill before he realised exactly who he was glaring at and he’d soften into a breathless calm, a faux one. Then, when his dick paled just a little, you rode him again.
He must have been edged for two hours straight now.
Tears pool in the corner of his eyes, cheeks beyond flushed and cramps in his abdomen from the incessant strain to behave forcing grunts out of his lips. You lick a drop. It tastes like salt, victory and revenge. Maybe it's time to let him have one reprieve — not an orgasm, no, not yet.
You pull the tie out of his mouth, wanting to hear his voice. Kento groans.
“S-sweetheart -fuck!- take what you need. Punish your stupid -hah- husband. Remind me what I missed out on,” he pleads, muscles quivering and cock throbbing. “I’m sorry. I’m -oh god- I’m sorry, my love. I was wrong. Use me. I’m yours. All -ngh- yours.”
Lips curving into sharp points, you boop his nose.
“That’s the plan, hon.”
SUKUNA - 23 days 8 hours
“What a ridiculous challenge,” he scoffs.
He was talking a big game before the month started, boasting about how he could go many months, maybe even years without cumming. That only a pitiful human would struggle. Yet, he went as far as leaving the estate to be away from you so he wouldn’t be tempted and then couldn’t even last a whole month anyway.
On a random morning, he returned and, one look at you — just one — was enough to have him marching over to you. Things quickly got rowdy after that.
Sukuna took you down, ripping your clothes from your body. He smashed his lips to yours, swallowing your gasp. His hands were touching you all over, groping your tits, spreading your legs, rubbing your bare pussy and cradling the back of your head against the hard ground.
“I hate this challenge,” he growled. “I resent the human who created it. And I resent you for making me play.”
You didn’t get the chance to tell him you didn’t make him do anything — he was holding his palm over your entire slit, cursed mouth worming its tongue inside your already sloppy pussy. Moans escaped, mingling his own. Sukuna breathed low and heavy, refusing to part from your mouth.
“Sukuna, I -mmm- missed you.”
His eyes darkened.
That was all the warning you got before you were lifted into the air.
Dangling by the legs, you hang upside down. Two huge, thick cocks smack into your face. Beneath them, a heavy pair of balls that look like they’re about to burst at any second meet your gaze.
He growls, “Do your duty, woman. Make up for the absence, for the distance, for the many nights I spent torturing myself.”
At the same time you open your mouth wide to take one cock down your throat, he dives into the apex of your thighs, making loud slurrrrrps! with no shame. There’s no rhyme or reason to the way he’s eating you out, just a feasting of clear desperation.
Blood rushing to your head, you do your best to wring out his release — bobbing up and down on one cock and tugging on the other, using your spare hand to fondle his balls.
Sukuna growls, the vibrations tickling your clit.
Salty cum floods your throat. You choke on the sudden orgasm. Despite the fact that he already came, he continues thrusting his cocks, still hard and still throbbing with a vengeance. It’s clear he has no intention of stopping any time soon.
“Not even your used panty could get me through the separation,” he confesses angrily. You didn’t know he nabbed a panty but the admittance has you shuddering. “By the third day, I’d suck out all your juices off it and it no longer smelled like you. Useless woman.”
The image of him suckling on the dirty gusset for any semblance of your taste, of your scent, and warmth pulls at your heartstrings and your clit. He wasn’t revealing the truth to make you cum or to win back your favour after leaving you; he was simply getting it off his chest. Sukuna was never good at whispering sweet nothings, but this is his version of it.
“The source is so much better," he hisses at himself. “Sit on my face for eternity, woman. I command it.”
In a flash, you find yourself thrown down the bed you’d slept in alone for weeks. On your knees, your ass is spread wide, the breeze brushing past both of your holes. You pant. “S-sukuna…”
“Hush, pet. Allow me to have my fill of your taste for now, before I take you with my cocks.”
You don’t need to ask what he means by that because you feel it; his cursed mouth appearing on his stomach, tongue much longer and much wider than normal. It pokes and prods your asshole.
A whimper leaves your lips.
The damned thing laps up your entire ass, pussy and clit included. It’s tasting and drooling all over you, spreading wetness all around. Although you both know it’ll never fit inside any of your holes, it still probes your ass as if it could.
Hair wrapped around a fist, your back’s forced into a painful arch. Sukuna growls in your ear.
“Listen well, woman. I will never again be baited into parting from your body. I accept defeat, just this once, but I feel no shame in admitting I cannot last very long at all without your embrace. Bask in this small victory. That is my gift to you.”
Laughing, you respond, “That’s what I -ngh!- w-wanna hear. Good boy, Sukuna.”
He barks, sharp teeth just missing the shell of your ear. The entire bed shakes with yet another sudden release. It sprays out from both cocks, shooting thick cum onto the bed and some on your body.
SMACK!
Your ass cheek’s seared with the mark of his palm. You drool into the pillows.
Sukuna rasps, voice gravelly and hands trembling, “I dare you to say that again when you’re taking both my cocks.”
The story has nothing 18+ except the female is an adult actress. That’s all.
In the dimly lit room of his cramped apartment, Toji sat hunched over his laptop, his eyes fixed on the glowing screen before him. It was a familiar scene, one that had become all too routine in his solitary existence. With each click of the mouse, he delved deeper into a world of fantasies and fleeting pleasures, seeking solace in the images that offered temporary respite from his troubled mind. As he was unemployed, he would spend less time going out and wouldn’t shower often. Unemployment loomed over him like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over his already fragile sense of self-worth.
Despite the chaos of his current reality, his thoughts often drifted to happier times spent with his wife, Fushiguro. Their laughter once filled the very room he now occupied, a testament to the love and joy they shared. But those memories now seemed distant, overshadowed by the emptiness that lingered in her absence. Outside, the world carried on, oblivious to the silent struggles of a man who had long since lost himself in the labyrinth of his own addiction.
After her passing, he didn't want to be around people anymore. Their home, which used to be lively, became quiet and empty. Toji felt like he couldn't handle being around others without her. So, he stayed inside his apartment all the time, avoiding going out or talking to anyone. Even simple things like going to the store to get groceries felt hard, and he felt safest staying at home where things were familiar.
As time passed, Toji found himself increasingly drawn to watching pornographic content online. It became a way for him to escape from the pain and loneliness that engulfed him after Fushiguro's death. He even took her name as his last name. The lewd images and videos provided a temporary distraction, numbing his mind to the harsh realities of his life. Each click brought a fleeting sense of relief, a momentary reprieve from the overwhelming grief that threatened to consume him. Before long, it became a habit, a cycle of seeking solace in the virtual embrace of strangers, while the real world faded away.
In his desperation for connection, Toji even began donating money to some of the porno companies, despite not having a job. It was a foolish decision. Each click brought a fleeting sense of relief. Before long, it became a habit, a cycle of seeking solace in the virtual embrace of strangers, while hiding from the real world.
There was one porn actress in particular whom Toji grew particularly fond of watching, Sola Aoi. Her presence on screen evoked emotions in him that surpassed the usual arousal from watching usual pornographic videos. She made him feel seen and understood in a way that was exhilarating.
Toji settled into his routine, preparing to indulge in his habitual escape into the world of online pornography. As he navigated through the familiar array of videos, his gaze fell upon a new upload from the actress he had grown particularly fond of watching. Intrigued, he clicked on the video, expecting another fleeting moment of distraction from his troubles. However, what he found was far more surprising. In the video, the actress made a startling announcement: she would be meeting with the viewer who donated the most amount of money to her.
Toji, blurry and consumed by desire, had donated close to all of his savings in his bank account before closing his laptop to sleep.
On the next few days as he was about to shut down his laptop and retire for the night, an email notification caught his eye. Curious, he clicked on it, expecting another spam message in his inbox. However, his jaw dropped as he read the e-mail.
It was a notification from the website hosting a contest, congratulating him on being the top donor and winner of the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to spend a day with Sola.
Toji blinked in disbelief, reading the message over and over again to make sure he wasn't imagining things. It wasn't until he saw the confirmation details and the ecstatic comments from Sola that the reality of his victory sank in. He wasn't the best dad or even the best adult but hey, at least he won something.
Toji stood awkwardly before Sola, still reeling from the shock of winning the contest. Sola's bright smile put him at ease, though, as she greeted him warmly.
"It’s Toji, right? I can't believe you won the contest! You really went all out," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with genuine excitement. Toji shifted uncomfortably, not used to being the center of attention from such a pretty and sexy female. "Yeah, it's... uh, unexpected, to say the least. I mean, I just did what I could," he replied modestly, scratching the back of his neck.
She chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "Well, you definitely did something right. You were the top donor by a long shot," she pointed out, admiration in her voice. Toji shrugged, still processing the surreal turn of events. "I guess luck was on my side for once," he admitted with a sheepish grin.
Sola's gaze softened as she regarded him. "Or maybe it was fate. Who knows? But I'm glad you're here. I've been looking forward to meeting you," she confessed, her sincerity shining through while she was checking his well-built body out.
Toji's cheeks flushed at her words, feeling a warmth spread through him. "Really? I mean, I'm just a guy who watches too much porn. Nothing special or new," he replied, trying to downplay his own significance.
Sola chuckled again, shaking her head. "Don't talk so lowly about yourself, Toji. There's more to you than meets the eye. Trust me, I can tell," she assured him, a playful glint in her eyes.
Toji couldn't help but smile at her words, feeling a flicker of confidence stir within him. "Well, I do try. So, what do you say we make the most of our day together? Any requests?" Toji asked, his enthusiasm showed.
"You won the contest, so I'd let you pick sweetie," she winked at him, making him blush.
Sola had grace and charm, with luminous eyes and a warm smile. Oh how he wished that she was to call his.
As Toji glanced down at his own clothing, a embarrassment of self-consciousness washed over him. His attire, once acceptable for his former life as a sorcerer killer now seemed out of place in the presence of someone like Sola. There was no way she would date anyone with such outdated fashion sense. With a sigh, he realized that if he wanted to make a good impression to her and everyone else, he needed to change—starting with his wardrobe and perhaps even his hairstyle. Letting out a big sigh, he turned to Sola, clearing his throat nervously.
"Sola, I've thought about it," he began, his voice tentative. "I could really use your help with something."
She turned to him, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Of course, Toji. What could I do to help you?"
Toji hesitated, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck. "Well, it's just... I've been feeling like I need a change lately. You know, a new look. My clothes, my hairstyle... they're all a bit... outdated."
Sola studied him for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. "I see what you mean," she replied gently. "You know, Toji, people need to change for the better. And I'd be more than happy to help you."
Toji and Sola made their way to one of Japan's largest Uniqlo stores, the bustling energy of the city streets fading into the background as they stepped inside. Sola's eyes sparkled with excitement as she surveyed the array of clothing and accessories that lined the shelves.
"Toji, look around. They have everything we need to give you a fresh new look," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious. Toji couldn't help but smile at her eagerness, feeling a surge of gratitude for her unwavering support.
"Well, in that case, the only thing I really need is you," he joked, a mischievous glint in his eye. A flush of pink crept into Sola's cheeks as she stifled a giggle, her laughter ringing out like music in the air.
"You charmer" she teased, swatting playfully at his arm. "Come on, let's find you something that'll make you look like a whole new man."she said while dragging his arm closer to the rack of clothing.
With Sola's keen eye for fashion, she effortlessly selected multiple outfits for Toji to try on. Handing them to him with a playful smile, she encouraged him to head to the changing room to see how they looked.
"Alright, Toji, time to look more handsome," she teased, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
"Go ahead and try these on. I can't wait to see how they look on you!" Toji accepted the clothes with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity, grateful for Sola's guidance in this unfamiliar territory. No woman has picked clothes for him since his mother did for him as a child.
As he disappeared into the changing room, Sola couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation, eager to witness the transformation.
Toji emerged from the changing room, adorned in the first outfit Aoi had selected, and the sight nearly took her breath away. The clothing hung on him perfectly, accentuating his features in all the right places.
Sola's jaw practically dropped in awe as she took in the transformation before her. "Toji, wow," she breathed, her eyes wide with admiration. "You look... incredible." Her voice was filled with genuine awe, unable to hide her surprise at just how handsome he appeared.
Toji couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at her reaction, his confidence bolstered by her words. Emboldened by her approval, he flashed her a shy smile, the warmth of her gaze washing over him like a ray of sunshine.
"I'm sure the rest of the ones I picked out for you would look as good as this one does. Come on darl, we need to get you a new haircut. You currently look like a homeless man, dear~" she snickered and took all the chosen clothing to the cash register.
He blushed at her comment and fiddled with his long grown straight black hair. She's right. It's been forever since he went to an actual hair saloon.
As Toji and Sola continued their shopping excursion she couldn't resist commenting on Toji's slightly unkempt appearance.
"Darling, we simply cannot let you roam around looking like a scruffy stray," she teased, her voice dripping flirateously. "I must take you to the nearest hair salon. Trust me, I know the hairstylist. He will work wonders on you! Your hair is positively crying out to be redone!"
Toji couldn't help but chuckle at Sola's comedic punches, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. Sola exchanged a knowing glance with Toji, her lips quirking up in a fond smile.
As Toji and Sora arrived at the hair salon, Toji couldn't help but notice the familiarity of the place. It was owned by Tamura, Sora's own friend. Stepping inside, they were greeted warmly by Tamura, who welcomed them with open arms. Toji observed as Sora and Tamura exchanged kisses on the cheek, a customary greeting that reminded him of the French. Despite knowing that it was a gesture between friends, Toji couldn't shake off the twinge of jealousy that crept into his heart. Shaking off his feelings, Toji forced a smile and greeted Tamura.
As Sora discussed with Tamura, the hairstylist, she asked him to give Toji a haircut that is suited with the current trends. Curious to understand Toji's style preferences better, Sora turned to him and casually asked about his age. Toji responded with, "23 years old." Sora couldn't help but feel a twinge of surprise at Toji's answer—he was a year younger than her. With a playful grin, she complimented him on his youthful appearance, teasing him about his good genes. Toji chuckled modestly, feeling a sense of pride at Sora's lighthearted praise.
Sora decides to make a playful suggestion to Tamura. "Tamura, let's give Toji here a haircut that will make him stand out when he goes out to flirt with the ladies," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. "We want him to look his best, right?"
Toji chuckles nervously, feeling slightly embarrassed by the attention. "I'm not sure about all this flirting stuff, Sora," he admits with a sheepish grin. But Sora waves off his concerns with a laugh. "Oh, come on, Toji! You've got to embrace your single life while you can. Who knows, maybe you'll meet someone special," she teases, her words laced with playful encouragement.
As Sora suggests the haircut for Toji to stand out while flirting with females, Toji's mind drifts elsewhere. In reality, he doesn't care about attracting anyone else; his heart beats only for Sora. He wants to look his best for her, to catch her eye and make her see him in a different light. He's drawn to her in a way he can't explain, feeling as though he already knows all her personalities from watching her porn videos. But beneath the surface, he longs to unravel the layers of the real Sora, the one behind the screen. With a determination, Toji silently vows to seize this opportunity to get closer to her, to show her the depths of his feelings in hopes of winning her heart.
"I think he'd suit a middle-length wolf cut," Tamura says, placing his hand on his chin as he sizes up Toji, his gaze lingering on him like he's examining a specimen. Toji shifts uncomfortably under Tamura's eyes, feeling a bit like he's under a microscope. "A wolf cut, huh?" Toji repeats, trying to envision the style in his mind. Sora nods enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, I think that would look fantastic on you, Toji! It'll definitely make you so hot!" she chirps, her voice filled with approval. Toji can't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Sora for her support, even as his heart races at the thought of her admiring him with such enthusiasm.
After Toji's hair is styled by Tamura, he looks in the mirror and is stunned by the transformation. The middle-length wolf cut frames his face perfectly, giving him a rugged yet stylish look. Combined with his new clothes, he feels like a completely different person—a bad boy with a hint of charm. As he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he can't help but smirk at the reflection staring back at him.
Sora's eyes widen in admiration as she takes in his new appearance. "Wow, Toji, you look amazing!" she exclaims, her voice filled with genuine awe. Sora’s heart was beating Toji grins at her reaction, feeling a sense of pride wash over him. With his newfound confidence, he's ready to take on whatever the night may bring.
As her eyes lay on the transformed Toji, she feels a flutter in her chest, a subtle quickening of her heartbeat. A sudden rush of heat floods her body, causing her cheeks to flush with warmth. She's taken aback by the intensity of her reaction, feeling a mixture of surprise and excitement swirling within her. Unable to tear her gaze away, she finds herself captivated by his presence, her thoughts consumed by the sight of him.
"Thanks, Sora. This was all because of you," Toji says with genuine gratitude, his voice filled with appreciation. With his newfound confidence, he feels more brave than ever, and he stands up next to Sora, prepared to express his gratitude with a hug.
As Sora was initially shocked by the embrace, she couldn't deny the pleasant surprise of Toji's cologne, which enveloped her senses in a comforting and familiar scent. However, as she eased into the hug, she realized that there was more to her reaction than just the cologne. Beneath the surface, she felt a sense of warmth and connection with Toji, a feeling that went beyond mere physical attraction. It was the sincerity and gratitude in his embrace that touched her heart, reminding her of the genuine connection they had formed. In that moment, Sora couldn't help but acknowledge that her fondness for Toji ran deeper than she had initially realized, sparking a newfound awareness of her feelings towards him.
Sora shook her head gently, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush. "It's nothing, Toji dear," she murmured, her voice warm with affection. "You were the winner, and I'm just happy to have been a part of your transformation." With a tender smile, she reached up to gently kiss his cheek, her eyes shining with pride and genuine fondness. "Let's head out now, shall we?" she suggested, her tone light and playful as she steered the conversation towards their next destination.
Sora's heart skipped a beat as Toji confidently took her hand in his, a rush of warmth flooding through her veins at the unexpected gesture. Despite the shock that pulsed through her, she managed to maintain her outward composure, offering him a small, albeit slightly shaky, smile.
"Hmm, where to now, babe?" Toji said with a smirk, his fingers gently intertwining with hers as if they were a couple. Sora's pulse quickened at the intimate gesture, her cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and excitement.
Sora felt a flutter of anticipation in her chest. She hadn't expected him to take charge in such a bold way, but there was something undeniably thrilling about his confidence. With a sense of newfound excitement, she glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. As an adult video actress, she’s received touches of all sorts before but Toji…made her feel different.
"Toji, I..." Sora began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words. But before she could finish her sentence, Toji flashed her a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with excitement.
"I was thinking we could look at some clothes for you," he said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Let’s see if our styles match,"
Sora's heart skipped a beat at his suggestion, her mind reeling with disbelief. She had never expected Toji to be so forward, but the thought of spending more time with him filled her with a rush of excitement. Despite the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, she managed to muster a smile, her cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and anticipation.
"Sure, I'd love that," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. As Toji led her towards the nearest clothing store, Sora couldn't shake the feeling of warmth and connection that seemed to radiate between them. She couldn't help but feel that this was the beginning of something truly special.
You’re spread out on him like a starfish, back pressed against his chest, cheek squished into his arm, legs tangled wherever they can reach. Only a loose tee and panties on, and Toji’s still in the damn towel from his shower, hair dripping onto your neck even though it’s been fifteen minutes since he got out.
He’s got one big hand holding his phone up, scrolling through the tiktoks you spammed him with earlier, a lazy smirk tugging his lips every time one makes him laugh. The other hand, though—lazy as it looks—has been wandering under the hem of your panties. idly playing with the hair above your cunt. Rubbing strands between his fingers, twirling, brushing slow circles over your mound like it’s nothing.
The memory of a delivery drifts up when he reaches across for the box still shoved under the nightstand. Something you both had ordered weeks ago and never fully unpacked. He tears the cardboard open, digs around—and pulls out sheets of thermocol packaging.
He scratches it without thinking. The squeak is sharp, that odd, crinkling noise filling the quiet. You freeze.
The goosebumps spread instantly across your skin. Your hug yourself involuntarily and toji thinks of something.
“...Hah?” He scratches it again, slow. The same sound. Your breath hitches. His dark eyes cut down to your chest, where your nipples strain through the fabric.
He scratches it louder, holding the sheet close to your ear. “Shit, look at you. Nips pokin’ up like you’re beggin’. All from this?” He’s laughing now, low and rough, palm splayed over your stomach to keep you in place.
“Stop,” you squeak, but your body betrays you—your back arches, tee riding up, the shape of your tits obvious under the thin fabric.
“wow” he says softly, voice dropping like a weight. “Ma, you can’t hide it from me. You’re cute as fuck like this.”
Before you can scramble away, he fists the back of your shirt and drags the fabric tight against you, exposing your figure. Your nipples jut through, shameless, and Toji groans, ducking down to mouth at one right through the cotton.
“Tojiii—ah—”
“Mm, so sensitive,” he smirks against you, sucking until the fabric darkens. “Can’t help yourself, huh? Just a little scratch and you’re all perky for me.”
He doesn’t stop at your tits. Once he’s got your shirt off, his big hands slide down, tugging at your panties until they’re halfway down your thighs. He doesn’t even wait for you to help, just shoves them lower with a grunt.
“Look at you,” Toji hums, spreading your legs with his knee, dragging his thumb down your mound. He strokes over the patch of hair there, rubbing it like he had earlier when you were sprawled on him. “Love this—fuckin’ love it, ma. All soft. Smells like you.”
“Tojiiii,” you whimper, covering your face with your hands.
“Don’t hide from me, brat,” he warns, pulling your wrists down and pinning them to your sides. His mouth is already lowering, lips brushing the inside of your thigh. “Gonna eat my girl up nice.”
He noses into your cunt shamelessly first, breathing you in, dragging his face through the hair until you twitch and squeal. “Goddamn, baby girl,” he groans, voice muffled against your pussy, “you’re already so wet.”
Then his tongue flattens and licks a broad stripe up your slit. You gasp, back arching, nipples pebbling all over again from the shock of it. He chuckles into you, the sound vibrating against your clit.
“That’s it. Open up for me, ma.” He hooks your thighs over his shoulders and spreads you wide, thumbs pressing into your hips to keep you steady.
But then you flinch, hips jolting—because it’s not just his tongue. It’s the rough drag of his unshaven jaw against your mound. The bristle of his stubble scratching your most sensitive skin, setting off goosebumps that scatter all the way up your stomach.
You squirm, whining, “Tojiiiiii—oh my god—”
He pauses, immediately catching on. A slow grin spreads across his mouth as he tilts his head, rubbing his cheek deliberately against your cunt. The scrape is sharp and mean and so, so good.
“Oh, look at that,” he drawls, voice rumbling low as he keeps nuzzling, scruff dragging over you like sandpaper. “Sensitive little bunny. You like me pokin’ you down here?”
Your answer is a high, desperate whine of his name.
“Mmm. Thought so, mama,” he hums, laying soft kisses across your mound now, sweet and deceptively gentle, each press of his lips making you twitch. his big hands pinning your hips when you squirm.
For a second, you almost think he’s gonna keep it sweet like that. His mouth hovers over your clit, breath hot, beard tickling. Then his grin sharpens.
Two fingers pinch your clit.
You yelp, thighs slamming around his head, back arching clean off the mattress.
Toji laughs into your cunt, low and dirty. “There it is. That pretty cry I like. Sweetheart, you’re too easy—just gotta rub my face on you and you’re a mess."
When you finally break, it’s with your thighs clamped around his head, back arched, and his name spilling from your lips. Toji doesn’t stop right away—he keeps licking, slow and lazy, lapping up everything until you’re whimpering and tugging at him to stop.
He comes up smirking, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, looking like he just had the best meal of his life. “Taste so fuckin’ good, pretty. Think I’m addicted.”
And with the way his towel’s tented, it’s clear he isn’t close to done with you yet.
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