A/N. I love men groveling hehe. Hope y’all have a great week!
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 1 week
Oh, it’s around the fourth orgasm when Toji can’t think - can’t even breathe.
Can’t do anything but spit out little profanities into your swollen lips while he rams his messy cock deeper into your sloppy entrance. Body moving before his mind to savor the sweet sweet cunt that’s been plaguing his mind all week.
Again. And again. And again and again and-
“A week.” you hear that familiar mantra from behind you, whirling your teary eyes to stare over your shoulder at your utterly wrecked ex-husband. Gaze glassy, cheeks flushed, lips sagging open as he pants, “A whole week, n’ you’re sure she didn’t m-miss me, doll? Didn’t crave me fillin’ her up?”
And Toji takes your pitiful little whine as enough of an answer, reaching down below to thumb apart your folds greedily - all puffy and sensitive where he swipes at the seed trickling down your poor, overfilled slit. “Or do I just hafta prove it to ya?”
So mean with the way he’s shoving each and every thick spurt of his cum back inside your gummy walls. Sloppier. Languid, as the exhaustion sets in - and honestly, Toji doesn’t even know if he can cum again despite the long, calculated strokes into your snug cunt.
But he has to, even if it fucking kills him.
Moaning messily, your knees weaken at his renewed vigor, “T-Toji I-” Laying your body limply over the lewd little pool of cum below you, you claw at the damp sheets. “D-didn’t-”
But he doesn’t hear - doesn’t even care when he brings up his shaky fingers - glossy, and covered in the mess of your juices and his cum - up to your swollen lips.
“Ah ah-” he tuts, pushing the pads of his thick fingers between them amusedly. Dick swelling up further inside you at the way that smart mouth of yours sucks on the salty taste like such a slut. “These mm- sheets were expensive since ya ngh- threw out all mine, y’know. C’mere, come to your husband.”
And in a split second, two, strong hands are pulling you back up by your forearms. Arching your body back like such a slut, bending you in half against Toji’s sculpted front. And fuck this new angle makes you keen.
He’s pressing a chaste kiss into your quivering shoulders, “Or- we could just mm fuck- share the same ones again?”
That only makes your hips fuck back against his, messily trying to meet his ruthless tempo - one that has you depending on Toji holding you up like some ragdoll. One that has him pistoning his hips faster, more purposeful, so infuriatingly familiar with the way he glides his aching tip along your ravaged g-spot.
“Y-you’re too much-” you meet his amused, half-lidded gaze. Letting him lick and kiss at the big fat tears rolling down your cheeks, grazing your lips against that tiny scar of his. “Should’ve ngh- never-”
“No.” a groan bursts from his lips. Fingers tightening - sure leave marks around your arms, using the gravity to bounce your body deeper into his cock. “No no no no- was a- fuuuck stop squeezin’ me s’tight- was a joke, doll. Already waited a week, don’t go takin’ this ah- pussy away from me again.”
For all his cockiness, Toji sounded worried - so genuinely concerned as he drags his sensitive length along your plushy walls. Tears pricking behind his eyes with each painful squeeze of his twitching balls, smacking your skin with each rough, depraved thrust inside
Scoffing, “Wh-what if I mmpf- do?”
And he’s slamming his hips into you so mean that you could almost feel the overabundance of cum sloshing inside you, claiming you from the inside out. Hips sloppy in a way that told he’s lost whatever sanity he had left.
“Said m’sorry, right? C’mooon-” Dancing an open palm up to press down on your lower stomach, hard. Letting Toji’s cum ooze down his length, pooling at his heavy balls. “She missed me too- look how much she’s ngh- takin’. How much more she wants.”
Toji’s free hand comes up to squish your cheeks together in an embarrassing pout, forcing your head down just enough to look at the heavenly sight below. And what you’re met with has you mewling out his name embarrassingly louder.
Your poor pussy stuffed to the brim, just bulging with the struggle to take your ex-husband.
But still trying so needily to milk him as much as possible, clenching and quivering every time his fat head kisses all your sensitive spots.
And despite all that, you still stupidly lie, “Didn’t- didn’t miss you.”
It’s like he expected that - was waiting for it even, as an excuse to go harder.
“Well then…” a slow, dangerous smirk spreads across Toji’s features - one that definitely didn’t bode well for you. He presses a hot peck against your wobbly lips, cock twitching knowingly against your g-spot. “Guess I’ve gotta f-fill her up again to prove it.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - 3 weeks
“Look at me.” you hear from above you, two long fingers gently tilting your head up to meet Nanami’s hardened gaze. “Look at who’s fucking you, my love.”
You squirm, thighs trying to clamp around where he was positioned between them. “K-Ken–”
“Yeah, that’s it.” Nanami hushes you gently - the exact opposite of those languid, heavy grinds of his aching cock into your already-stuffed cunt. Shoving you further and further up those silky sheets of his with each smack of his hips, “S’me. I hah- I got you, darling. Finally, I got you.”
It’s been a whole three weeks without your pretty touch, without those sweet sweet moans spilling from your lips. Without you - sprawled out all prettily like this on Nanami’s king-sized bed, being fucked into the mattress by him like you deserve.
And he’ll be sure to make up for those three weeks.
Nanami pushes away the bouquet of roses he’d gotten you earlier today, throwing your legs over his sculpted shoulders to bend you into such a mean mating press.
He’s murmuring against the underside of your jaw, “I missed you, my love. Missed my cute cunt.” Rolling his hips deeper into yours, fat head kissing at your poor g-spot with each little movement. Nosing down the sweet spots on your pulse, “Missed those sweet noises for me. Missed-” Biting down on the crook of your neck, hard. Enough to break skin if Nanami really wanted to. “-this. This one’s for that douche at the club.”
You’re gasping at those neat little indents on your skin, fingers twitching upwards to feel the deep, purposeful mark. Never has Nanami acted this feral. Never has he left embarrassing marks to admire for later.
“Ken- what-” you whine - but you don’t get very far with that dazed little sentence.
No, because Nanami’s dragging his lips so searingly across the print, hips stuttering forwards while he kisses away the dredges of pain. Only to turn his head to the other side of your neck and give you a sinful, matching mark on the other side.
Murmuring into your skin, “That one’s for the hah- cashier that looked at you wrong. N’ this one’s-” Pretty lips sucking a tiny mark right above, “-for the security guard that was too nice to ya.”
Fuck.
No sooner are you actually realizing what is happening, Nanami’s pulling out with a pained grunt - like it killed him to be apart. Even if it was just for all of the two seconds it took for him to flip you onto your stomach like some ragdoll, strong arms supporting your weight.
And if you were in any better state of mind you’d have questions. Literally anything but those fucked-out little moans he was dragging out of you, rock-hard cock molding your walls to him with each mean, possessive stroke.
“This one-” Nanami kisses up your curved spine, biceps bulging as he wraps them around your middle. Biting down on the small of your back, “-s’for Higurama a-asking for your ngh- number.” Onto your shoulder, tough. Meaner than the rest, in fact, “N’ this one’s for Gojo.”
Fuck, and he won’t stop - can’t. Leaving you utterly wrecked like you’d been thrown to the wolves. But no, it’s just Nanami Kento.
“Nghh- Ken.” you blabber when he doesn’t ease up on colliding his thick tip against your g-spot. And as if that wasn’t enough, he’s snaking down a hand to draw tight, urgent little circles on your clit. “But m’yours! N-no need to be so…”
A low chuckle sounds in your ear, “What, my love?” And Nanami pistons his hips even harder, bouncing you onto the fresh mattress. “Mean? Jealous? Possessive?”
Each little description is rattled off with a harsh pattern on your clit, sending white-hot pleasure down your poor, marked-up body - all the way down to your stuffed pussy. Bulging and stuttering with each harsh thrust.
You turn your head around to meet an uncharacteristically disheveled Nanami, familiar blue button-up pulled open, stray strands of blond sticking to his forehead, that furrow in his brow softening at the sight of your fucked-out expression.
Through those hard, taxing rams of his hips against yours, Nanami manages to whisper out a ragged, “You’re jus’ too perfect, my girl. Too irresistible.” Hot tongue licking all over those bruises he so proudly made, “Can’t help but ngh- wan’ you for myself. Want to write my name on you.”
“W-write your- hngh- Didn’t think you’d be so-” You’re cut off by Nanami’s fingers moving sloppier - faster. Those messy little circles forming- oh. Fuck.
Your eyes widen, blinking up tearily at Nanami’s loving grin that told you he knew what he was doing. Fingers deftly rolling against your sensitive nub to draw out a persistent little K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T
“This one…” He trails off, pulling your back flush against the ridges and curves of his toned front. So tight it almost hurt. Making it easy to dip his head down and suck on your syrupy addictive lips, “This one’s all f’me.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - 1 month
It’d been a nice, long month without any noise complaints from your neighbors. A month of being left with nothing but the thought of you and whatever disappointing rebound sex you’d been having to make up for it.
And to Geto Suguru, that was a month too long.
Which is why he was currently snaking your shaky legs to lock around his neck, hot breath ghosting over your soaked panties as he hums. “Oh how I missed this view.”
You let out an embarrassed whine, cheeks burning at the way that Geto’s hooded eyes were just devouring the sight of your dripping wet cunt. Greedily pulling aside the flimsy fabric to eye the way your pretty pussy was glistening and winking up needily at him.
“Did anyone else treat you like ya deserve?”
“Wha- oh!”
Geto doesn’t waste any time, flattening his hot tongue to drag it along your sloppy slit - too impatient, too starved to go without a taste any longer. Hell, he already waited a month for this. And he wasn’t going to wait any longer. “Mmm-” Dewy eyes rolling to the back of his head, “Even sweeter than I remembered, gorgeous.”
Diving in so deep between your legs that his nose was pressing up so sinfully against your throbbing clit, chin grinding against your skin. Like he couldn’t care - would love it - in fact if he could suffocate buried right here in his favorite place.
“Mmm,” he smacks his lips against your puffy ones, teasingly circling right around the sweet spot of your clit. “Bet the neighbors missed me, huh? Missed the way I had you screamin’ on my mouth?”
You click your tongue, bucking your hips up - partially because you needed Geto to make out with your cunt the way you knew he wanted to, partially because you really needed him to shut up right now. “M-maybe.” you mutter.
Geto’s eyes are widening in mock-surprise, “Maybe?” Hooking a finger underneath that familiar little hair tie on his wrist to easily tie back those long, inky locks. Oh. Fuck. You were so fucked. “‘Maybe’ she says, hah. Well, here’s a little reminder, gorgeous.”
And it’s all you can do to bring a hand up to your mouth, trying not to scream when Geto presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss on your needy pussy. Pretty pink lips wrapping around your sensitive nub to suck - harsh. Peering smugly at you through his long lashes when you thrash and buck closer.
“Yeah?” Geto slurs into your cunt, one hand pushing down your reckless hips. The other rolling your ravaged clit between two fingers. “Remembered?”
It was true - none of your past hookups have ever been this dizzyingly good.
Your mouth sags open, letting out a broken whine that makes Geto throw his head back and laugh - laugh. Long tongue darting out again, circling your sloppy entrance, pressing in. “Not yet, I think.”
And oh while you were desperately trying to keep quiet, he was trying his very best to do the exact opposite.
Tongue bullying past your puffy lips to map out all those sweet spots against your gummy walls, brows furrowing in concentration when he picks up an intense, maddeningly little tempo.
And yet, the only thing ringing in Geto’s ears were those fucking obscene squelches from below. Well, that won’t do.
“Oh!” you yelp at the feeling of two long fingers pumping past that first ring of muscle. “Ngh- fuck you- Sugu!”
Hitting the bullseye of your g-spot straight on. Making you let out a slutty little ah! ah! ah! as his finger pads drag against every sopping nook and cranny of your plushy walls. “Lemme know how good it feels, gorgeous.”
Unapologetic. Unrelenting, as Geto plays with you on his fingers. On his mouth lapping at your syrupy sweet juices, rolling his tongue so mean against your ravaged clit. Your sloppy entrance. Fuck, even those sensitive areas on your thighs. Anywhere and everywhere that Geto Suguru could reach because shit, it’s been too long. And he’s drunk, so fucking drunk on his girl’s pussy.
Your eyes snap open, and shit the sight is so pretty that it makes you clamp down sinfully on his fingers. Hair falling out of his sloppy bun, framing Geto’s pretty flushed face. As pink as those lips meshing messily with yours. Eyes dazed, miles away, your slick dripping down his face, down, down, down all the way to the curve of his jaw.
You manage to let out a disbelieving mutter of, “Y-your girl?” And when that doesn’t rouse Geto, you tug familiarly on his disheveled hair. Having to fucking pull him back to repeat, “Your girl?”
Fuck, did he say that out loud?
Oh, well - he wasn’t entirely wrong, was he?
And he tells you that - involuntarily, of course, high off your sweet taste and your cute moans. Loud. Movements only speeding up.
“S’true.” You feel his lips form a fucked-out smile against your pussy, “This pretty pussy is mine, right? S’mine to ruin.” Giving your poor, abused clit a lingering, chaste peck - one that if you didn’t know any better, you’d consider to be apologetic. “Mine to make you scream.”
So it only makes sense that you do when you cum.
“Hngh- oh my god oh my god, Sugu I’m- m’cumming m’cumming hah-” Your thighs tighten around Geto’s frenzied head, vision blurry while he laps away content at your pussy. Difficult, almost, with the way you were clenching and milking his face. Until your voice was hoarse, “I’m- oh”
Your hips drag along his pretty face, and he eases you into it. “Yeahh, that’s it.” Giving your ass a gentle smack, “Jus’ like that. Let ‘em know. Let everyone know there’s no one that knows this pussy as good as me.”
“Y-you’re so- ngh”
“Shhh shhh, I know I know, gorgeous. But save your voice-” Geto rock-hard cock twitches needily at the thought of how fucking pissed everyone in this apartment building was about to be. “-cuz you’re about to lose it, soon.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - 4 days
Choso feels hot - he feels like he’s burning from the inside out when you slide your slutty excuse of your panties to the side. Spreading your legs to flash him a glimpse of your dripping wet cunt, “So do it then, if you’re so sorry.”
And oh was Choso sorry.
Sorry he couldn’t move faster with the way he was immediately sidling up right next to you, shaky fingers trembling on that belt of his until his red, angry cock springs free. Smearing a lewd streak of precum down his abs.
Sorry he couldn’t even pretend to want this any less when he’s immediately sliding his fat, leaky tip between your pretty folds. Sliding up and down up and down up and-
“Oh.” you jaw falls slack when he presses in, stretching that first, feeble ring of resistance around Choso’s thick tip. Hips stuttering in protest, “Fuck- forgot how- ngh, big you are, Cho.”
“S-sorry-” he gasps into your open mouth, moving in shallow, slow grinds to squeeze inside. Catching your lips with his in a messy kiss, “Sorry m’sorry- m- hah-” And whatever coherent thoughts are fucked out of Choso’s mind when he finally sinks in all the way, “Ohhh m’sorry.”
Sorry it took him a whole four days until he was buried to the hilt inside your syrupy sweet pussy again.
He squeezes the fat of your ass between two hands, pulling your tight pussy impossibly deeper down his length. All the way until you could feel the thump! thump! thump! of his racing veins again your gummy walls. “M’yours again, right?”
And despite his question, Choso doesn’t even think about giving you the time to answer - immediately shoving his swollen cock inside until he could feel the plush of your cervix. Fucking you into your couch so ruthlessly, so depraved.
Making up for those four days - twofold.
“Ngh- f-fuck, Cho, where did ngh- where did this all come from?” you whine, biting down on his wobbly lower lip. “What’s got you so-”
One arm wraps around your middle, the other snaking down to cut you off with one, hard roll of his thumb against your throbbing clit. “You.” Is all he manages to get out, before looping that same thumb around your flimsy panties. Once - hard.
Rip!
Looking right into your bleary eyes as he shreds them clean off your waist.
And you can only watch - lips dropping into a soft oh! of disbelief as Choso brings the sodden, tattered fabric up, up, up to his face. Breathing in your essence, “F-fuuck, n’ this pretty pussy, of course.”
Immediately, he’s smashing into your sensitive spot. Sloppy. Animalistically.
So depraved - not even pulling all the way out until his weeping tip is circling your entrance like usual. Instead, fucking into you in just quick, jagged thrusts like he was addicted to the feeling of your cunt, addicted to each pretty moan pulled out from you when he brushes up against your g-spot.
“S’too good, Cho.” you mewl at the way you’re being shoved higher and higher up your couch with your ex-boyfriend’s rough cadence. “S’too- oh-” Scrambling at the cushions, the coffee-table, anything and everything to keep whatever’s left of your sanity.
So much so that you almost miss the gentle hand placing your trembling ones over Choso’s broad shoulders, whispering out a strained, “M’sorry. Fuck- m’sorry.”
You didn’t even know what he was apologizing for at this point, but you circle your hands around his neck to pull him closer. Letting Choso place his teary eyes on your mouth, tentatively sucking on your bottom lip, “M’yours, right?” Abusing your poor sweet spots, fingers taking their place back to toy with your pulsing clit. Rolling and circling the sensitive nub against his thick fingers, “Lemme be yours, baby- can’t ngh- can’t live without your sweet pussy. Without you.”
“Y-yeah?” you let out a wet murmur.
And Choso’s giving you a barely-lucid nod, each drag of his cock along your gummy walls makes him grow louder. Pulling you along with him, closer and closer.
“Mhm, wanna be yours-” Utterly wrecked little strangled gasps of your name escaping him, “M’gonna die- ya feel too good. Too- hah- mine. Oh, baby m’sorry I’m-”
It’s all it takes for him to send you over the end, with one harsh collision of his thick head against your g-spot. And suddenly you’re seeing stars behind your eyes, feeling Choso’s cock twitch wildly as he fucks you through your high.
Once. Twice.
With absolutely no rhythm or rhyme - just running on the fumes of you milking him so fucking tight and an orgasm so hard it has tears pricking behind his lids. Cumming in thick, hot ropes of his seed that coat your walls white - again and again and- Choso can’t stop. Doesn’t want to stop.
“M’sorry- ngh” Doesn’t want to do anything other than push your legs so far apart it burned, eyeing the creamy ring of white around his base as he whispers, “I’ve still got four days to make up for.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 13 days
“Ya think he’s really gonna like this, brat?” Sukuna breathes hotly against your ear above the thumping bass. Sharp canines grazing along the outer shell, “Think hell like how pretty you look whining on my lap like this?”
You huff in frustration, eyes screwed up against the harsh flashlight shining down on your precarious position. Hands still urgently tugging down your ex-boyfriend tight boxers, skirt hiking up where you were sat so sluttily across his muscled thighs.
Honestly, you didn’t know that all it’d take for Sukuna to snap was a risky little dance with some cute guy at this party. Eyes hardening, all but dragging your smug self into the nearest unlocked bedroom.
But, hell, you weren’t complaining about it, either.
“Maybe.” you flash him a devilish grin, batting your lashes up so devilishly innocently at the phone camera pointed at you. Perfectly catching the way your bare cunt was just drooling and glistening all over him, “Or maybe he’ll just wonder why your dick’s so sm-”
Whatever insult dies on the tip of your tongue when Sukuna pulls down his boxers just enough for his swollen cock to hit his toned front.
Rock-hard and beading angry precum at his fat head, running down, down, down his long length to pool at his heavy balls. So unfairly big that it made your thighs quiver - fuck, it’s been too long.
And Sukuna notices - of course he does.
“What were ya sayin’, brat?” he hums, dick twitching ever-so-slightly at the flustered shake of your head. “No no no,” Sukuna raises his knee so that gravity slides you closer down his thigh, his free hand reaching out to squish your cheeks together. Possessive. Demanding. You gasp as he starts up a steady, methodical bobbing of his leg to the music outside. “-use your words. My dick’s so what?”
Sukuna knew the answer - and you did, too.
And it certainly wasn’t wrapping your swollen lips around that large thumb of his on your face, sucking softly as you rock your hips back to meet his cadence.
“Nothing, Kuna.” you smile, syrupy sweet. Letting your cunt form a lewd little wet patch that helps you slide easier. “Just talking about-” Sukuna’s breath hitches in his broad chest when you wrap your soft palm around the base of his cock, squeezing. “-how much I missed your dick.”
The camera shakes in his hand, “You little minx.”
Maybe you were an idiot - maybe you were a genius.
Because no sooner are the words out of his mouth before Sukuna’s bucking into your hips, dragging your sloppy cunt along the dips and curves of his thigh muscles. Having him fuck your fist at the same frenzied tempo.
Muffled around his fingers, “Kuna-”
“Shut up.” he hisses, resting your pretty pussy on that tattooed band on his leg. “Couldn’t even last two weeks. If you hah- missed my dick so bad then y’can get off on this, too, hm?”
And shit you forgot how mean Sukuna was with his little movements.
Bouncing his legs to grind your dripping cunt along his thigh, making you ride it so hard that your throbbing clit is catching on his muscles. All the way from near his knee down the sinful trail to where you could almost meet his aching cock.
He pushes the phone closer to catch the way your eyes roll to the back of your head, lips sagging open stupidly. “Answer me. Answer the camera, tell him how much you missed me.”
The blurry camera alternates between the way you’re pumping your hand - all shaky and soaked in precum - up and down his cock. And the way Sukuna’s dipping a large hand down to help spread your swollen pussy lips, toying with your sensitive nub in the process.
“Ngh-” you squeal when he places that same hand back on your hips, taking control to bully your hips harder and harder down his thigh. Flashlight illuminating that obscene trail of sweet sweet juices you’ve left behind. “M-missed this-”
Sloppier. More desperate.
And, usually, he’d tease you a little for being so pliant, for humping him like a bitch in heat - but fuck Sukuna can’t even speak when your thumb teases nimbly underneath his sensitive tip - just the way he liked.
“O-oh-” he’s letting out a guttural groan, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the familiar touch. “Heh, that needy? You ngh- wanted this that much ya had to dance with a loser to fuuuck- make me jealous?”
And yet for all Sukuna’s talk, he’s only fucking his hips up into your fist. Recording the way he was furiously twitching in your hands, so needy. So depraved.
Fingers jolting to leave little crescent marks on your hips as they tighten. Words strained, “Wan’ed to ride my thigh like before? To leave your lil’ mark on me? After all, I did get this thigh tattoo in honor of you, y’know.”
It’s all you can do to sob out, hips stuttering messily. “K-Kuna- m’close- ah-” Messily dragging your lips across his, “Gonna cum mmpf- gonna cum gonna-”
But oh you should’ve known. Should’ve gotten an inkling that your dear ex-boyfriend wouldn’t let you off that easy.
Because in a split-second, you’re being plucked off Sukuna’s thigh so easily, the camera set up in some corner of the bed to capture the way he sandwiches his swollen cock between your puffy folds. Kneading at your ass to slobber your syrupy juices all over him.
Mouth quirking up into a cruel little smile at your disappointed little whine, “You really think m’getting ya for the first time in almost two weeks n’ letting you cum on anything but my cock?” And an even crueler laugh, “Better get workin’ before I send this video to that new boytoy of yours, brat.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - 6 hours
“New shoes, new purses, new nails-” Gojo has his face buried into the crook of your neck, swollen lips bursting with new, broken little moans each passing second, “-a new car- fuck- five new cars. I don’t care, sweetheart. Jus’- jus’ a bit more-”
“Six hours…”
“Six hours too fuckin’ long, thought m’gonna die without this sweet sweet cunt.”
And oh then two large hands of his are shoving up that silky new dress he’d bought for you just a few hours before. Spreading your shaky legs further apart to piston his cock faster - deeper - into your heavenly cunt.
“Hngh- T-Toru–” you whine, your new heels digging into the skin of Gojo’s toned hips. Jeweled bracelets clanging together as you drag your nails down his milky back - absolutely ruining the smooth canvas. “You’re just b-bribing me.”
“So?” Gojo sounds genuinely confused, raising his pussydrunk eyes to focus on yours, “What’s wrong with ohh fuck jus’ like that- spoiling my girl?”
You give him an eye roll - which only makes your ex-boyfriend let out a stuttering gasp. Head dropping back as his cock twitches wildly, massaging those hidden sweet spots along your gummy walls in a way that only he can.
“The- the problem is- ngh m’not your girl.”
For the entirety of six hours, that is. And the great Gojo Satoru wasn’t about to let that last for a minute longer.
“Fuuuck don’t say that, sweetheart.” Gojo groans, two fingers making their way downwards to toy with your poor clit, twirling and brushing the pads of his fingers against the sensitive nub. “You’re my girl, always my girl, right? Or do I h-hafta ngh- buy ya another house to prove it?”
You’re gasping at the sight of Gojo reaching for wherever his phone had been thrown off, well and fully intent on calling Tokyo’s best contractor right now. “No!” Pinning his hand down with yours, “Don’t- don’t need another house, Toru.”
Gojo’s pretty pink lips fall into a stubborn pout, and yet his hips never stop. Fucking you into the mattress of this overpriced hotel suite so hard you were sure it would leave marks.
His heavy balls on your ass, thighs against your own, fingers on your waist - just itching, aching to rip this flimsy dress off of you and fuck you all over again in a whole new one from the stacks of bags on the floor.
“Then what.” he moans, words hitching upwards with each sloppy smack of his hips against yours. Shuddering out a heavy breath against your lips, “Anything- haaah anything for you. Anything n’ I jus’ want you- fuck fuck fuck jus’ want you.”
It’s a ragged, dizzying little mantra that he kept spitting into your open mouth. Only growing louder and louder with each drag of Gojo’s massive length against your dripping cunt. Stretching you out, molding you, drawing you back to him.
You choke out, “Wan’- want- ngh-”
But fuck it was so difficult to speak with how needily Gojo was playing with your pretty pussy. Just ravaging your gaping hole with his unforgiving cock, molding you against each ride and curve of his dick. Fingers so firm on your clit, “Mhm? Tell me- ngh anything.”
“Wan’ you-” you’re letting out an embarrassed pant. Lips crashing against his stunned ones, “Wanna cum- want you- fuck- wanna cum, Toru, so bad.”
“Then cum.” It’s all you can make out through the blood roaring in your ears, your orgasm so close that it almost hurt. Or maybe that’s just how hard that Gojo was pushing into your cervix, your g-spot, everywhere and anywhere. “Cum f’me, my girl.”
And then you are - your entire body jolting into Gojo’s as he fucks you messily through your high. Over and over and-
Barely even making it three, mean thrusts before the way your tight pussy was milking him gets too much. Before he can’t help but spill all into your gummy walls, painting then a creamy little white that was so sinful. So his.
Gojo’s free hand crushes you even closer to his body, pinning you down with his weight to make sure you take every single drop of his seed. All of it.
“Ohh fuck- you’re right.” he grits out, the pleasure too much that his eyes are blown, jaw falling slack, veins popping out from the side of his neck. “Ngh- this is the best- fuck, you’re the best. The- oh m’gonna give ya everything for the rest of m’life-”
And in the haze of it all, you barely even register the cold, metallic band being slipped gently onto your finger. And despite your blurry, unfocused vision, you could pick apart the ridiculously large diamond winking at you under the dim-lighting. Gojo’s voice sounding way too-pleased as he hums, “Jus’ a lil’ something I bought extra.”
A/N. Reader in Gojo’s is too nice idc I’d be asking for that new house.
Synopsis. Rate how drunk he gets between those Iegs of yours on a scale of 1 - 10?
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, PÚSSYDRÚNK JJK men, rating, manhandIing, cIawing, spítting, p talking, true form!Sukuna, DP, Sukuna’s second mouth, ridin, first times (Ino), deniaI, brát-taming (Geto), exhíbitionísm, rúts, aphrodísíacs, GOJO’S POWERS, improper use of jujutsu powers, pIot, matíng presses, creampíes, cúmpIay, making them BABBLE, marathons, slight bréeding, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Hehehehe-
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8/10
“Toji, have you ever gotten drunk on my pu—”
He’s choking on his water so hard that it sprays across half the bed- “What the—” Seriously, can’t a man enjoy a glass after absolutely stuffin’ his girl full? “What now, girlie?”
You sigh with a roll of your eyes, “I said-”
“I know what you said.” Toji scoffs. Stopping that mouth of yours with a roughened hand smushing your cheeks together. He cranes his head down to bore into your pretty eyes- pushing back the urge to spit between your pouty lips. “But ya know m’not the type to…tch, remind me again which one of us was screaming loud enough for the neighbors ta hear just give minutes ago-”
“That’s besides the point.” Batting away his hand. “I’m just saying you seem like the type to get reeeally, really drunk on it in bed. Like- into it.”
“Cheh, wanna bet?”
“…”
“Loser gets handcuffed to the bed.”
“I’m in.”
It’s in only a few fluid motions that you’re finding yourself laid flatly across Toji’s abs- still damp from your round prior. Still tense. Still needy. Toji didn’t even need to try to have you bending pliably to his whims.
But he makes such a big show of keeping his strong forearms beneath your knees. Hooked all tight n’ draaaaagging them upwards- the moment your pussy’s smeared all open, it’s letting out the most lecherous squelch!
“Fuuuull fuckin’ nelson, like this pussy deserves. My favorite.” Mostly for the view—Toji digs his chin into the crook of your neck. Leering at the puddle of gooey white, “Are ya sure you can handle such a bet, girlie? No shame in forfeiting n’ letting me fuck this pussy either way-”
“Oh? You want me to forfeit?” Turning your head over your shoulder- “Scared, Toji?”
He snickers, “M’not scared to tame a brat, doll.”
“Then stop talking and just fuh-fuuuuck—” As always, he’s hittin’ your pussy when you’re the weakest.
“Or to dumbify my girl-” Toji hums darkly to himself. “-in fact, I take pleasure in it.”
Making you choke on your words.
Making you drool- with your teeth grit, you’re attempting to bite out something else. But he’s only reeling his hips back n’ fucking into you even deeper.
Right as your mouth was drawn agape with another one of those snide remarks he found so cute- Toji swabs down your drivellin’ slit with his swollen tip. He was just flared so thick and reeeed—wiiiide like the way he was opening up your slutty pussy.
Your hole can’t help but let off with the biggest slurp! as you’re gulping down his heavy inches.
Mouth opening wide agape-
Splat! A small puddle of spittle is shot straight onto the middle of your tastebuds, and Toji reaches up to close your mouth with one hand. “Shut yer mouth, you’ll catch flies. Runnin’ it is the only thing ya know, huh?”
“You’ll catch these hands-”
“What was that?” Before he’s pumping out his unfair cock inside- the best (and perhaps the worst) part about being with Toji was that he memorized eeevery single spot n’ cranny inside you. And the globular part of his shaft is heading home to none other than your pretty, puckered g-spot—where Toji was splattering out a few wads of precum. “Couldn’t hear you over the sound of this pussy. What’s what about a bet? Wha’s that about gettin’ me pussydrunk?”
“You’re just- you’re—oh.” Breath being fucked right back into your chest with his rough, ragged thrusts. Rapid.
“Y-y-y-you’re just…” Toji mocks- canines nibblin’ on your left ear lobe. “Toji, baby, you’re just a meanie—! Why won’t you get pussydrunk f’me?”
“I did not say that.” Squirming restlessly backwards. The instant you’re trying to fuck your hips back into him, he’s squeezing them with his up. Churning that fat cock up, up, up—“And I don’t even sound like that-”
As you’re squelching your pussy up n’ down his shaft- Toji feels your velvety walls closing in on him. Clinging onto him like glue. Clenching. Those dewy pussylips of yours keep him hostage, and it makes a strange part of him shiver. “Y-yeah, yeah…”
And he gives his thanks to whomever’s above that you were fucked far too stupid right now to hear the warble in his tone.
But you were gyratin’ your hips even harder. Almost as if you were instinctively craving to make the muscular man beneath you shudder n’ stumble. “Too fucking cocky, Toji.”
“Got who’s cock in you right now?” He mutters, leaving your lips trembling at the sheer force of his thundering strikes. Something slightly dazed in his tone…“Yeah, s’what I thought.”
“That doesn’t- doesn’t even make sense—”
And it really does make sense, because Toji was fucking you senseless anyways. He always did- but having Toji pound his furious, fat cock into you when he just had been mere minutes ago?
It was just sinful how much cum was dribblin’ and droolin’ out of you. So many creamy wads being pushed inside your tight cunt - Toji himself couldn’t help but stop and stare at the coating of white that leaks down his shaft. It’s formulating such a pretty glaze that he’s bucking up and smearing it—his thoroughly hard cockhead opening you up with such fervour. “Look who’s pussydrunk now, huh?” He mutters, scorching hot against your skin. “Look who’s drunk on my- on me—-fuck, my pussy feels so good.”
“Toji, why are you t-talking like that—?” You’re asking agonizingly, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“The hell are you, mmm, talking…out…” He’s trailing off.
You try to perch yourself a little higher on his chiselled chest, and it ends up with your head rested against your boyfriend’s pecs. The perfect cushions. “Out? Toji what are you even…”
And then you gasp.
Your tight walls clench even tighter- and almost as if to confirm your suspicions, Toji’s scarred lips gloss over with drool. It was just leaking out of him. The type that was seen only when one had a deliciously sizzling meal before them and just can’t help the slick spittle—
Drunk.
Your words were breathless, “Toji you’re-”
“Mmm—” Toji merely nuzzles the side of your neck, breathing in your natural scent. He lets his sloppy thrusts probe away inside for a few more moments, before sticking his canines into your skin. “I mean- about. I meant about.”
“We’re past that.” You swerve down a few vicious bounces. “Toji-”
“Don’t say it-”
“-you’re pussydrunk.”
Grounding himself against your body to gain back his nerve - but it still wasn’t working. His mind was still in a tizzy every time he’d massage your cunt and you’d helplessly squeeze back.
And the only thing that Toji Fushiguro can do at this moment?
Why—fuck you with all his hardened, pussydrunken self until you cum, of course.
Thickened red tip scouring your g-spot then heading straight down to your womb- planting a good thwack! against that spongy layer. He fucks you as if he would genuinely go even deeper if your pretty pussy let him.
Again. And again.
And again and again and again until Toji’s hearing that familiar hitch in your breath-
And you’re suddenly wrenchin’ straight into a high that makes you squeal. Toes clenching. Tears doubling.
He’s holding you tight against his body and ramming you right through every peak. Such startling crashes of your high that are only prolonged by the massages of his cock, perfectly aligned with wherever you needed him the most. Toji presses your body against his own and fuck-fuck-fucks you roughly through even the tiniest tremors of your orgasm.
You honestly don’t think you’re even halfway through yours first one before you hear him rasp-
“S-so about the handcuffs…”
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.
“Cheh- why did you convince me to do this again?”
The turn of a key. The click of a lock.
Leveling your boyfriend with a deadpan look. “Who convinced who again?” And as that smug look that you knew so well crosses Toji’s face, you raise the tiny pink key in your hand.
Wiggling it around tauntingly.
He finally relents, “I-I did…”
Mockingly cupping your ear, “Oh, what was that?”
“I did.” Toji repeats, louder this time. Just as quietly—“And just watch who gets that pretty womb pregnant as well-”
“What was that?”
“Nothing!”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - YOU/10
With Nanami Kento, it was all about you.
All about your pleasure. All about making you feel good.
If anything—Nanami wouldn’t mind if he himself didn’t cum the entire night long, if only it meant that you would be dazed by the sheer amount of pleasure that he’d given you. It was his main joy.
Even better, if you were so drunk on the bliss that it left you stupid. And don’t get him wrong- your husband loved hearing you talk and titter and even tell him off. He liiived for that smart mouth of yours. But to have you babbling for him? To have you absolutely ruined by his thick, veiny cock?
Having you dumbified on his achin’ hot shaft?
It was his favorite part. Nanami himself didn’t need to be utterly gone to feel heaven wrapped ‘round your pussy.
Which is why when one night you’d come up to him…everything changes.
One night you’d waddled right up to that office room that was his own. Peaking out from the edge of the doorway, the soft fabric of your light pink lingerie cascading around you in a gown—Nanami’s ears perk up. He already knew from the swooshing sound what his lovely wife was getting up to.
“My love?” Nanami smiles without turning around to face you. Hands and eyes still concentrated on his work. “I shall be with you shortly. Is tonight a special occasion?”
“It doesn’t need to be an occasion, Kento.” You huff. Though you don’t fault him for thinking that way, because of the all-new set that hugged your body tight. “But it is a bit important…”
He places his pen on the desk, turning around. Kindly eyes honed on you- “Is something the matter, darling?”
“It’s just…” You start, twisting your finger in the strappy ribbons of your gown. “Kento, I think I’m ready.”
He pauses.
He jolts.
His breath stutters.
Words barely a whisper, “You think or-”
“I know.” This time with more of the conviction you were too embarrassed to share. “I know I’m ready.”
And that’s enough to make his cock start throbbing between his legs.
Because there can only ever be one meaning for those words: he was going to fuck you pregnant tonight. Tonight. Tonight.
Tonight.
In no time you were pressed against the floor of Nanami’s office space—yes, not even your shared bedroom. He had your thighs trembling on top of his shoulders, and your cunt spread wiiiide open for him to enter.
Too ravenous to even move rooms. Too impatient to push you into anything more comfortable.
Too fucking needy that he’s not spending his usual hooours n’ soft moments stretching you out before fucking you- Nanami shoves his fat tip between your legs and ruts. Hard. Rapid. Like he’s been taken over by a damn animal and he was just addicted to that cute way you’d struggled to take him fully into your cunt.
Not even poundin’ away with full thrusts, mere half-strokes that leave your back arching off of the floor. “Oh my—” Your voice cracks, a loud volume bouncing off the walls. “Kento- Kento.”
“My- my love.” And you were much too gone at the moment to register how botched his tone was. But it’s enough to make some primal part of you quiver, goosebumps raising across every inch of your skin. Including that pretty pussy of yours being slammed by his prominent v-line.
Nanami was fucking you through one orgasm, two, three.
And he might just be fucking you through several more- but you were so dizzy with all these filthy sensations that you wouldn’t even know. Didn’t have a clue. Couldn’t even compute anything but the thiiickness of his length, and the way his rotund tip would probe in and in and in—
“My love, I need to get you pregnant.”
Making your tongue sizzle with all the wads of saliva welling up at your throat. “Kento, h-how come you’re being so…”
He twitches at the sound of your voice- though you doubt that muddled mind of his fully registered what you were trying to say. “Yes, ma’am?”
Desperate? No…Eyes rolling to the very depths of your skull. Hips bucking up wildly at the pressing of his rotund tip, it scrapes every bit of your insides - and Nanami wasn’t even fully bottoming out. “So…” Feral? Yes, but not quite…And though he was fucking you like he hated you, your husband peers down at you with loving eyes. Waiting for your answer-
“Drunk—well.” It’s the best adjective that you could think of at that moment.
And by the way that Nanami’s glazed, gleaming eyes flash- you think that it might just be the perfect one. He leans in and catches your cute lower lip between his teeth. “Drunk? You think that m’drunk, darlin’?” Not even waiting for your answer—fucking your answer out of you with his striking hips. “I can assure you that I am- fuck, stone cold sober when m’fuckin’ you all full of my kid.”
He proves his point by leaning down and spittin’ straight between your lips.
Letting that goopy wad of saliva sliiiide down to your throat. Nanami tenderly wipes away the excess from the right side of your mouth, “See that?”
He asks, and you can only peer up in sultry confusion. Pupils turned into hearts.
“Fuck, what do you…”
“Taste that?” Your husband emphasizes- before veering his hips slightly behind. He plants yet another wad of saliva. This time splatterin’ between your pussylips and gluing them slightly together- “These lips too, my love- see. Stone cold sober.”
You keen, “I know that—” Voice taking on the most unsteady trill as you fuck up into him. Rather difficult considering the sloppy mating press he had you in, but he finds it so cute that you try anyway. “I’m just- just saying you seem drunk on my…” You feel silly even voicing the thought out loud, “-pussy.”
“Pussy?” He’s speaking the word like a prayer. Peripherals widened. Voice breathless.
One of his thick thumbs glides softly down your slit, ending up resting on your clit.
“You think I’m…pussydrunk, my love?”
And when you nod, he’s pinning down that adorable button. One to leave you whining and jolting up into his strong arms, “Yes- fuck, Kento.”
“You think I’m—pussydrunk—?” Repeating the question- more slurred this time. It’s as if the more he was roverin’ deep inside your pussy, the more he lost that familiar grip he had on himself. “Is that even possible?”
“I dunno I just- just read about it online.”
“Describe its symptoms.”
You gape, “Baby, it’s not a disease to have- ngh, symptoms like tha-”
This time, a pinch at your pretty clit. “Describe its symptoms.”
“I suppose—oh.” And you’re unsure whether this was just some new way to tease you- or whether Nanami was seriously so shattered on your cunt that it left him genuinely asking. Begging. “Slurring your words?”
Nanami’s tongue felt thick in his mouth. “But m’not—m’not…your pussy just feels shooo good, my wife. Can’t stop thinkin’ about putting my baby in here.”
You shiver. “And then- oh, nonsensical sentences?” Speaking over the textbook example of him babbling on and on and on- about how nicely he’s going to stuff you all full. How pretty your kid is gonna be, a mix of him and your gorgeous self. How welllll he’s gonna take of you both.
Somehow, the thought makes yet another orgasm simmer at the pit of your stomach. “And also heavy breathing? Muddled thinking? Feverish demenour?” You gasp- he slams into your poor, bruised g-spot. “Euphoria?”
How perfectly on time that you’re crashing into yours.
Right as the white-hot pleasure flows through your body- and you’re planting the fringes of your feet on the floor. Aaaaarching perfectly into him as Nanami pumps his thickened inches through every peak. Every spark. Every wave of bliss that leaves you shaking- “Pussydrunk.”
But it’s not coming out of you - it’s coming out of him.
“Pussydrunk—heh.” Nanami chuckles darkly to himself, a tone you’ve never heard before. He swirls n’ swirls his globular tip, the perfect rounded shape to press into your nerves. “Of course m’pussydrunk- why wouldn’t I be pussydrunk-”
And you’re realizing that he was emptying out a few more dollops of cream- his syrupy cum pouring into your deepest depths. Sploshin’ around—
Nanami takes one look at the seed leaking out of you- even more so once he places a hand on top of your stomach and presses doooooown.
“And what are the symptoms for…pregnant, darlin’?”
Did someone say nonsensical sentences? Muddled thinking? Because Nanami Kento was fully pussydrunk and he was still dangerously, lecherously coherent.
The only real evidence of it being that strange glaze over his eyes, and the carnal twitch of his lips-
You’re not making it out of this alive.
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.
Just a few months later and you’re describing the same symptoms to your OB-GYN.
Nine months later to that night and you’re seeing the beautiful results of it.
♡ GETO SUGURU - 6/10
“One the count of three.” Geto Suguru’s smile stretched in such a feline way, enough to send quivers between your legs. Times like this, you really did understand why non-sorcerers were drawn from far and wide to your leader’s temple hideout.
Or…oops you weren’t supposed to let anyone know that it was a hideout.
The sole purpose of it in the first place was to be somewhere Geto could conduct whatever it is that is sinful and depraved where no one would expect. In the public eye itself, he didn’t care if they knew.
He cared if they did something about it.
And who was going to do anything about the fact that you were the favorite of the leader of the Time Vessel Association? The…special one.
Rarely were you sent out for missions that would cause you bodily harm- though it wasn’t for a lack of insisting on your part. Rather, Geto kept you around for times like this…
“Ready?” He tips the little bowl in his hand. It was shaped like a sake bowl, and yet fizzling with something much stronger.
The sweetest odor of honey and something poisonous wafted from both your bowls, and made your spine stand straight. Your mouth was parched. You reply, “Ready.”
“Sure?”
“Ready to see you pussydrunken is what…” Belatedly, you add. “-leader.”
He merely chuckles.
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
The ceramic bowls tip.
For who was going to stop the leader of the Time Vessel Association from drinking aphrodisiac with his number one?
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.
It’s a few minutes later when you start feeling a slight burn.
It’s about ten minutes later when you’re completely feverish.
It’s about fifteen- maybe less, later when you’re looking at Geto and thinking the same thing.
In less than half an hour itself, you’re being collapsed down onto all fours. With Geto’s hefty bodyweight pressing you down into the tatami, his dark yukata falling around you like a curtain. He has one hand bowing your spine into his front, and the other smearin’ your thighs apart so that he can shovel every inch of his furious cock from behind.
Round, reddened tip.
Stretching out your first entrance until you scream—and then proddin’ into every single sweet spot inside you as he’s pounding into you like a madman.
“Who’s pussydrunk now, huh?” Geto’s breathless whisper scorches hot against the shell of your ear. And the minute you feel him breezing away- the leader grabs onto your crown and draaaags you back against his rutting pelvis. “Who’s pussydrunk now- tell me. Who’s pussydrunk now?”
Voice growing higher n’ higher with every ruthless thrust. The longer you keep from answering, the harder he tugs on your scalp. “Y-”
“Don’t even answer that, you lying slut.”
Fuck—and you don’t know whether it was because of the aphrodisiac, but Geto was just being so mean.
Putting you in his place with the hard, honed swipes of his swollen cockhead. Pinning you to the patterned floor until you were sure the indentations could be seen on your skin tomorrow. Stopping you from running any time he smacked your g-spot too hard and you wanted a speck of mercy—
“Where’d you think yer fucking going?” Even the delicate way he’d speak had been compromised, and something sounded carnal at the back of his throat.
You tearily exclaim, “I-I wasn’t-”
“Claimed that your leader would be- hah, weak against this pussy—” But Geto Suguru wasn’t listening to a single word of your excuses. Didn’t you already know that he was a merciless leader? There was a reason that even those higher up in jujutsu society wouldn’t dare threaten sword nor word against him.
And it’s the last thought you have before the grip upon your sweaty crown grows almost searing- your body’s being manhandled back into his with ease. It’s like you were nothing but a ragdoll. Nothing but a cute lil’ plaything that he’s smackin’ with is ruddied, ravenous cockhead. Geto lets your head fall against his collarbone and he spits between your parted lips- “Claimed that your leader would be weak and you have the audacity to run?” He was burning up.
Hands twitching on the smooth floor. “I s-swear I wasn’t-”
“Did you seriously think you could run from me?”
“Oh, please—” It’s then that Geto’s cadence was growing almost unbearably blissful - he has a pattern of swirlin’ at your entrance a few times. Before then using all his might to puuuuush into the deepest spot of your womb. “Please please please-” As if just to make you shatter, he reaches beneath you with a free hand and pinches your perky clit. “Please, Suguru-”
“Suguru?” One of his high brows arch, sweat dripping in-between. “Have you- hah, forgotten that I’m your leader already, gorgeous? Have you become this cockdrunk already, huh? Huh?”
“Please, Suguru-”
“Leader.”
“My leader.” Because you knew just how much Geto looooved it when you called him that—and it was easy enough to see that it worked with the way that his blushin’ tip twitched deep inside you. Flinching almost animalistically. You gasp, “My leader, f-forgive me-”
And you swear that his thick erection only seemed to grow even thicker.
Harder.
Needier.
It wasn’t just the aphrodisiac anymore, he just seemed to be famished for your pussy either way.
Sultry amusement seeps into Geto’s tone, leaving you feeling as stiiicky as those spurts of precum he was fucking deep inside you. “Oh? Continue.”
Nodding fervently, “Forgive me. I-I didn’t mean to- ngh, underestimate you, my leader.”
“Good good—” He was nodding, too- you could feel it in the way those long locks of his brushed your arched spine. The panels of his jet-black hair quivering with every bounce back into his hips - you were just as greedy as him, you know? “And what else?”
Scrambling to assign the words into sentences. “A-and I should’ve known about your- fuck…your prowess. Your stamina. Your endurance.”
“Good- and what else?” It was only making him even bigger to have you feeding his ego like this- shit, just a little more and Geto Suguru was fit to burst.
“Ah—um.” You babble away, spittle falling out of you like a waterfall. “Your—fuck, your cock…”
Geto lewdly eyes the escape, and cranes his head down to lick off the spittle leaking out of your lips. “And what about who’s pussydrunk, gorgeous? Which one of us is pussydrunk? Which one of us is absolutely fucking gone?”
“Me.”
“Say it louder, the rest of the Association in the temple can’t mmm, hear.”
“Me-” Just so loud that your voice starts shattering in your throat - or maybe it’s just that you were simply that sensitive.
And Geto reels back with a content sigh, “Yes—” He whispers out breathlessly, the last thing you’re hearing before the sudden sluuuurp! of something hot and wet emptying out between your pussylips. “Yes, yes, yes—it’s you.” Trickling in more n’ more wads of clingy cum with each syllable, you find yourself pushed up the tatami even harder than ever. “You’re ruined on my cock-”
“Yes-” You whimper, “Sugu- my leader, m’so close.”
“Your leader, huh?” Shit, that word seemed to have more of an effect on him than he first thought. And Geto isn’t holding back any more with his sloppy scrape-scrape-scrape at the back of your pussy.
His body was half-collapsing on top of yours. His fingers frenzied on your clit. His hips stutterin’ and moving in nothing but pure animal neeeeed as he wrenches his cock across even the tiniest geysering orifices inside you. “I like that-” Slender fingers now pinching your knobbly clit. “I r-really like that.”
And it takes only a few more vulgar strokes before you’re cumming down his shaft.
It explodes through your veins like the most pleasurable flood, leaving your mind in such a tizzy.
Your eyes wrenching shut. Your pussy closin’ in tightly around his veiny shaft—
Geto bucks at the sensation and- “Sh-shit, I love you.”
And it finally hits you.
All this time…Geto Suguru already was pussydrunk.
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“Perhaps we can end this debate once and for all.”
No one was to question the voice of the leader, ringing out strong and unwavering above the rest. Bold in his convictions, and even bolder still, at the fact that he had his cock rammed into you where everyone could see.
Upon the high stage where he conducted his speeches.
His chin hooked at your neck, his arms holding your legs apart.
Your robes were useless in covering even the barest parts of you- not when Geto had you up on his infamous platform, pressed into the most lecherous full nelson for all to see.
They bowed their heads low.
They had an option to leave- but who in the right mind would? Rows upon rows of all those adult men and women and everyone in-between who’d joined the Association for nothing but Geto himself- and now they were seeing the full brunt of his ruthlessness. Being shoved into you—inch by inch, with his blushin’ cockhead spearing into spots you weren’t even sure you had before him—
Geto watches as you squirm in embarrassment, his cock hittin’ your best spots a mile a minute. He hears the lewd squeeeelch! of his balls emptying out inside your womb again and asks-
“And do you believe your leader to be pussydrunk?”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - 100000/10
“Baby, does something smell sweet to you?”
“Hmmm?” Your boyfriend’s answering call echoes from the kitchen, accompanied by yet another gust of that strange syrupy fragrance. It cloyed to your senses, coated it in something candied, left your mind all muddled.
The smell of vanilla and sunny summer days: nothing like your perfumes.
You don’t know if you’ve ever smelled anything like it.
So lost in the scent, you have to blink a few times to bring yourself back into reality. Eyelids seemingly glazed in that heady smell.
Even then, lethargy clings onto you like an old friend. Like a lover.
You walk as if wading through an ocean to the kitchen. “Cho, did you buy those crêpes from the bakery downtown again? Something smells so swe—”
Your voice catches in your throat.
Because standing in the kitchen was none other than your beloved boyfriend- and he had bought those sweet, sweet crêpes from the bakery downtown. But the smell wasn’t wafting off of them—they weren’t wafting off of the crêpes at all.
Instead it was gusting out of…
Hands on the counter.
Shoulders hunched.
Chest panting.
Choso Kamo looked as though he was in the throes of a fever—all flushed down to the roots of his sweat-drenched hair. His eyes slightly glazed and unfocused. They drift around the room searching for the source of noise before locking in on you, frozen at the entrance to the kitchen.
And Choso Kamo jolts as if something in him had just been awakened.
Your half-curse boyfriend was in rut.
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“P-please—” It wasn’t you that was begging - it was Choso.
His tone all botched with how many times he’d rung your name out tonight, his thighs all reddened with impact, his hips stuttering. He was shovelling his tip between your swollen pussylips at such a rapid pace- “Please.” Watching that pretty ruby-red curve disappear into your cunt n’ then back out, in and out, in and out—“Please take my cum…”
“But, Cho-” You’re somehow managing to hiccup out. You reach a hand up to him and he’s pushing his handsome face into your palm, almost like an overgrown puppy. “Choso, baby, that’s what you said the last round.”
Such a resounding smack! as he’s then hitting his pelvis between your legs. Teeth gritting at the way your cunt closes in on him, “O-oh? So did I already…”
“You did, baby.” Kindly. Your boyfriend was so pussydrunk that he can’t even seem to recall.
That heady scent in the room seems to simmer—and you swear the temperature blazes a few degrees higher. Choso’s pheromones going into overdrive-
All you have to do is place your hand on top of his for his entire body to jolt as though struck with a thousand volts of electricity. “B-baby?”
“See?” You tilt your head down gently, watching as those gooey ribbons of white trickle out of you and formulate the most lecherous ring ‘round his base.
Choso feels his own seed coating his shaft n’ all the way down to his heavy balls- lazily striking your outer pussy with a thwack! thwack! thwack! So much of it that he can’t even believe he’d stuffed it inside you. He can’t even believe that he’d cum before when he still wanted it so, so, so badly—“B-but did I really fill you up all the way till your pretty womb-”
“You did, Cho.”
“Oh…”
It was just too cute how forgetful he became when he was pussydrunk.
The only thing he could focus on being your pussy and how good she felt wrapped around his cock like this. The only thought he could compose.
His noise of realization hits you in a scorching gust, and you nod. “The round before this, remember?” But instead of answering, he’s swervin’ his thickened shaft between your pussylips even harder. “And the round before that…” Difficult to get out your words when Choso’s puckered tip seemed to be smoochin’ his way in-between each n’ every syllable—“And the round before that.” Again. And again. And again. “And the- hah, round before thaaaat. And the round before-”
“Ohhh, baby, I get it.” Choso’s pleadin’ down at you with a wobbly lower lip. Just too cute.
And by now he can’t even meet your eyes—can’t do anything.
Can’t think. Can’t breathe. “I get it, but…” Can’t help but plant his palms down upon each of your inner thighs n’ spread that cum-slicked pussy fuuuurther open. With the most lecherous squelches, he’s pumping his cock in short, quick thrusts. Head lightly throwing back at the feeling of his bright-red cockhead piercing your cervix. He’s looking away with the prettiest blush across his cheeks, “But can you just…mmm, a-again…”
“You want to cum inside me ag-”
“Don’t even say that.” Choso interrupts urgently, “S’gonna make me…cum again. But yes.”
“Mhm?”
“Please.”
Because when Choso Kamo entered your pussy—he got fucking addicted.
Even more so now with his rut rendering him extra, extra sensitive - and he could feel even the tiniest bumps n’ nudges inside your wettened walls. Pinpoint every bundle of nerves. It’s as if his bawling divot was a spotlight and his mission was to search for even the most tender of spots that’d leave you bucking into his arms.
So strong and pinning you down.
As he grazed his furious cock against your g-spot again. And again. And again—watching the heaps of cum sploshin’ out of you. Again and again—
You’re watching as Choso has to nibble down on his bottom lip to keep himself at least somewhat composed. And the sight of it is just too damn sexy- “Go ahead, Ch-”
You don’t even get to finish that cute nickname you had for him.
Because in a split-second, Choso Kamo’s bowing his muscular body into yours and pressing you down into the mattress with his weight. His hips are pinning you down so that you can’t move, so that you can’t squirm, so that you can’t buck as he’s opening your legs wiiiiide open n’ making you gulp down every single sloppy ounce of his cum.
It’s trickling into you at a ravenous pace- when you think his twitching cock has finally had enough and is about to stop…his balls clench and he’s pumping out yet another wad of slick seed.
Fucking it deep into you as though Choso couldn’t handle the sight of it - not a single drop it wasted.
“Baby-” He’s rasping between clenched teeth, limbs trembling like a flower. Choso pushes his face into the sweaty crook of your neck and you can feel his heady pheromones flood your senses. “Baby—oh, fuck.”
“Shit.” Clenching your molars. All it takes is being embraced in your arms for him to stutter his hips back and give a good thrust- one that has even more thick white cum being stuffed into your womb.
“Baby, baby, baby- you took it all…again.” Belatedly, he’s remembering that this wasn’t the first time that you’d been coated all over with his glossy seed. It covers your pussylips like the prettiest gloss- and he can’t help but reach down n’ swipe a thumb across them.
Making you shiver as Choso plugs that ready, cum-covered thumb into his mouth. “Mmm.” And it’s making his drunkenly sluggish hips start rutting up once more - greedily. He’s taking every inch inside you with his splashin’ slick, his swollen length. “Baby.” His mouth falls agape, and Choso’s gnawing and sinking his teeth into the column of your neck. Moans vibrating. “Baby, baby—fuck, baby.” Cock thrusting between each exclamation. “Baby.”
You’re wrapping your arms around his broad shoulder, “M’right here, Cho.”
And he’s flinching as though hearing your voice for the very first time- taking just one look at you before breaking out into a beaming smile. “Baby…” This time, it’s more of a breathless whisper. “You’re here.”
“I am.” He’s nuzzling you and you have to giggle.
“But, that’s not what I meant…”
One brow raises, “What do you mean then, Choso?”
“I meant—” Right hand trekking up your stomach to push down on where he was probin’ inwards. He could feel that cute lil’ bump of his knobbly shaft reaching in, and it makes him think of…other little bumps. “-baby.”
Choso stares deep into your eyes with his thoroughly drunken ones.
He pushes down on your stomach, your womb.
“Here.”
“Oh—” Your back arches suddenly off of the dampened mattress- whether because of your innocent boyfriend’s words, whether because of the feeling of his cum swirlin’ around you, whether because of the way he seems to harden all over again—you have no idea.
But it’s that last one that makes your heavy eyelids snap wide open. “Choso, you…” Your mouth gapes silently, and Choso starts humpin’ his needy hips forwards again. “Choso, are you using your blood manipulation technique?”
“What?” His feverishly hot tip twitches against your g-spot. And he looks down slightly breathlessly, “Oh…I am.”
Like he just realized.
And you have no time to wonder just how pussydrunk he must be to not realize, nor how many rounds he’d lasted like this. Because Choso’s as rock-hard as he was when you first encountered him in the kitchen, and all you can do is plant both feet on the bed and buck as though to save your sanity-
But Choso only clasps both hands upon either side of your waist and pulls you down with a rough thwack! Cock probing. Peripherals glazed. Pheromones peaking. He was thoroughly gone on your pussy with a voice octaves higher than usual-
“Don’t run, baby.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Denial/10
“Speak, woman.”
It’s been long enough since you’ve married Ryomen Sukuna to know that his harsh words and harsher tone mean null when it comes to you - only to you. And though you’ve seen, with your own two eyes, what happens to those who defy and deify him—you have no fear in swatting his swole bicep.
Huffing at the way the man grumbles- “I just had the most intriguing conversation with Uraume today.” Because you knew that he was urging you to enunciate the words you’d been choking on all night long.
“Hm?” He raises one pinkish brow.
“They heard from a friend of a friend of a friend who had read it in some rather…scandalous literature, of a concept called ah—getting pussydrunk.” You look up at him for a reaction. “It’s when sometimes one’s lover is so drunk on the taste or feeling of one’s p-”
“I know that that is, woman.” Sukuna cuts you off in slight outrage, “Ya think I’m some blushing virgin or something? Because I remember fuckin’ that pussy of yours just last ni-”
“Anyways.” Embarrassment bubbles in your veins - conversations with the King of Curses always did end up with you being teased and toyed with to no end. Which is why this novel concept of pussydrunkness made you…“Uraume was asking—and don’t tell them I told you- but they were asking whether you’ve ever gotten pussydrunk.”
He scoffs, “And?”
“And…” You’re cocking your head up at him- were you dreaming or was that a slight dusting of crimson on his ears? “-have you?”
He does not answer.
“Have you?”
“Asking your King such questions- I should have you banished for treason…” He’s turning his eyes away with a grumble, his whole body on the bed—and you almost think you won’t be getting your answer at all tonight. “Fuckin’ ride me and find out.”
And you couldn’t deny a direct order from His Majesty, could you?
In less than a few minutes, you’ve transferred from being beside Sukuna to straining your thighs ‘round his monstrous hips. To having your legs interlocked over his waist, feeling the ridges and curves of each of his muscles. To having his dual tips swabbin’ inside, and his body fucking up into yours at such a frenzied pace-
“Fuh-fuck—!” Your tastebuds sizzle, tongue stuck to the roof of your tongue.
Every time that his rounded tips swabbed and prodded inwards, it made a sheen of saliva trickle down the front of your chin- and Sukuna wastes no time before reachin’ one thumb upwards and swiping it off.
Bringing that very same thumb down to the second mouth across his core- “Awww, what happened, mama?” He coos, something dangerous quivering in his tone. You’re watching with gaped eyes as his lavish cursed tongue flops out and slurps his own fingers. “Cock got your tongue?”
“Wh-what?” You’re snapping your gaze to him.
“Or should I say…cocks.” He’s chuckling to himself at his own filthy joke. As if to emphasize, pounding up those rotund cockheads all the way against the back of your pussy. You could almost feel the thorough bruising of what he was lashing out- “What happened ta gettin’ me pussydrunk, huh?”
You’re squealing, “Well that’s what I’m trying to do, but—” Breath hitching instantly as you’re gifted the sensation of something loooooong and slimy slipping between your legs. “-but you just make it so hard-”
His second tongue slaps between your pussylips—and both of his mouths snicker. “I am hard, huh?” Both cocks throb-throb-throbbing away inside of you. “Reeeeal fuckin’ hard.”
“Sh-shut it…”
“And yer the one that can’t seem to shut up.” He smiles meanly, both knees now bouncing up so that his hits drive even deeper. Harder. Faster. Pinpointing your sweetest spots with almost scary accuracy again and again and again—“Tried ta get me pussydrunk but- heh, who’s dumbified now, huh?”
“Shut- fuck.” Maybe if you were in any better state of mind then you’d have been embarrassed at the trilling squeaks that leave you.
The ridged lines of Sukuna’s veiny cocks glide-glide-gliiiiide against one another and against you. Sloppily squelching inwards and markin’ the patterns of their shafts along every inch of your walls. The sheer pleasure is so much that you almost can’t feel yourself breathe-
“What was thaaaat—?” Sukuna’s mean tone echoes out below you, his chuckles coming out in scorching hot puffs. “Can’t even breathe because m’making you feel too good?” Repeating what you’d subconsciously said—-fuck, you bristle with indignation. But either the sorcerer doesn’t realize or more likely- he doesn’t care.
His grin only spreads wider, “Awww, how cute. How needy. How…” That honed tongue of his starts easin’ the tip between your pussylips—“-stupid. My cockdrunk girl.”
“Y-you’re putting…that thing in, too?” You’re gasping at the way his textured tastebuds start slippin’ around your wet crevice. Gulping up whatever ounce of slick you leaked. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
“Any complaints?”
“No-”
“Ah ah-” Rudely interrupting you, Sukuna hunches his upper half closer and listens—his crimson gaze locked right between your legs. “M’asking her—”
Where his swollen cocks kept disappearing n’ reappearing at a rapid pace—running your outer folds raw, gulped down with heavy slurps.
And you can only wait until he’s nodding, satisfied with what he hears, Sukuna leans back against the gilded headboard. It creaks beneath his content weight, most of his power being put into pinning you against this pelvis. “Heh…she’s too dumbified to give me a proper answer, too.”
“Oh, you’re so…” You’re so embarrassed at the way he was toying with you- that you’re unsure how to even respond.
Unsure how to even think.
You’re only arching your hips and fucking back into his rough thrusts, tight bounces that let his flared cockhead stir around your insides. Around and around. “This isn’t even fair-” Gasping, you grab onto either side of his honed deltoids. Around and around. Now his tongue was joining in as well- just managing to fit his expanded tip in n’ fuck you with it. “I wanted to make you-” Around and—and it’s only then and there - boring into his hazy crimson eyes - that you get a sudden idea. “Kuna, baby?”
“Who the fuck are ya callin’ Kuna baby—?” Sukuna scoffs, but meets your gaze either way. And—bingo!
You swear the tips of his ears were blushed in the faintest rouge color.
And so you lean in with a dopey smile, lashing fluttering - just in the way you knew he liked. “Won’t you be pussydrunk-” Before he can cut you off with yet another sleazy remark. “-for me? Your Majesty?”
It just made you so shy saying that—fuck! But it works on the King of Curses either way.
And in a split-second, he’s anchoring both feet to the mattress and push-push-pushing. He’s scrunching his eyes up and trying not to give away a few tears. He’s snarling his pearly white canines and groaning—
“Yer fuckin’ evil, w-woman.”
And you open your mouth with something snappy to bite back- before the realization hits you.
“I made you stutter.” You’re laughing out breathlessly and no matter how hard he’s ruttin’ up into you doesn’t wipe away the smile from your face. Pressing your naked body even closer to his. “Kuna, I made you stutt-”
“I fuckin’ know.” He counters, “Came outta my own mouth, d-didn’t it?”
“And there it is again.” Swirling his twin tips deeper and harder into you, he’s mapping out your every tender spot. And the more you seem to squeeze your velvety walls around him- the more it seems to make the King’s façade break. “Don’t you know what that means?”
“No-”
“You’re pussydrunk, Kuna.”
He seethes, “You fuckin’ wish-”
“You’re pussydrunk.” Purposefully making him jolt with the bouncing of your hips - shivering, shaking, shuddering. “I succeeded.” Everything but what he’d admit. “Didn’t I, Your Majesty?”
Ryomen Sukuna does not respond.
And you do not expect him to - you’re only letting him fall back against the comfy mattress. Its entire frame taken up by his burly figure—so strong, and yet so ruined on the way you were riding him maddeningly.
“S’alright.” You hum, “I am the Queen, after all.”
And he can’t deny how his cock twitches at the words.
.
.
.
Uraume doesn’t get paid enough, they believe.
In fact—they don’t get paid at all.
And especially not to patrol these royal hallways after the sun has set. The King of Curses was always a stickler for security, not out of fear, but rather out of the inconvenience of wasting merely a fraction of his powers against lowly threats.
Which is why it was always Uraume’s job to scour the sprawling corridors of the estate last.
Meandering through hidden coves and hallways, into open gardens, sticking their heads into rooms both empty and filled with so many riches that they looked gilded. And it was around the last turn that they would walk past the bedroom of the King himself.
They’re stepping idly past the door, knowing at this time that it would be more than impolite to knock. After all, you were residing in there as well, and any commotion might—
And that’s when Uraume hears it.
The whimper.
Too low to be from you, too husky to be from anyone but Sukuna himself. It emanated from the minute cracks between the sliding doors and makes Urauma flinch as though they’d just been struck-
“Oh…” Their lips part. Suddenly being taken back to a conversation they’d had with you just the morning earlier. About being….
They shiver.
They really don’t get paid enough.
♡ INO TAKUMA - 11/10
“Wait it’s—”
“Shit.”
“Shit.”
Both sets of your footsteps are loud and quavering like thunder, ringing out across the empty street. Not a single soul in attendance to the orchestra of noise. The gasps, the groans of disappointment. It surrounds the two of you even as you pause to catch your breath—and echoes like a clap of laughter.
Mocking.
Though, you suppose that you would have been much the same. Had you seen this scene in a TV show or a movie, then you’d have rolled your eyes at the sheer ridiculousness. After all, who the hell plans every bit and piece of your boyfriend’s first time and forgets the most important part of all?
Because everything had been laid out for tonight - the bedsheets, the towels, the timing. All meticulously noted and struck through in preparation. But it’s only once you’d ushered Ino into your apartment and started tuggin’ his pants down that you realized—“Fuck, the condoms.”
Cue a wild dash down to the nearby convenience store before it closed.
You’re sure you’ve formed a blister upon your feet in your haste to get here- and your heart sinks as you find it was all for naught because…
“Closed.” Ino squints at the too-happy sign turned on the door. It had a cutesy smile plastered across it, though you couldn’t find anything to smile about at this very moment.
Sensing your despair, Ino turns to you with a gentle smile. “It’s alright, sweetness- I’ve waited this long and I can wait just a day longer-”
“No.” You find yourself saying. It hits you then—“Actually…”
“Mhm?”
“Let’s go back to my place.”
.
.
.
“S’it really, really okay to go…” Ino gulps, his cute Adam’s apple bobbing at the action. He looked practically feverish with trepidation, a line of sweat trickling between his furrowed brows. “—raw for the first time, pretty?”
You’re staring up at your boyfriend with heady eyes. Ino looked gone already - fluttering lashes, blushing cheeks, his glazed tip slippin’ out a few more beads of precum. “Mhm.”
“But-” He squeaks, “B-but is it really oka-”
“Would you rather stop?” You cock your head innocently.
“No no no no no—” Ino’s voice cracks near the end of his sentence, and he finds himself urging his naked hips towards yours. There was a strange desperation in it - almost animalistic - and he’s babbling away stupidly. “No, I’d rather- fuck, I’d rather die than stop—but that’s only if you want to continue as well, sweetness, and I would be more than happy to-”
“Taku, baby?”
Ino shuts his mouth with a click! He’s unsure whether he’s cutting himself off because of that sweet, sweet interjection of your voice - or because of the way you’re looping your arms around his neck. Pulling him in until your lips were only a breath’s distance apart. “Y-yes, ma’am?”
Something in the way he trembles out that formal nickname makes your cunt twitch. Oh…“Just shut up and fuck me?”
And in this position—in this delicate, delicate mating press that Ino has you pressed in - he’s swabbing his fat cockhead between those puffy lips of yours. Just teasing that fatness of his girth along that line a few times, before steadying his hips and rutting just in-
“Sh-shiiiit…” A slight line of saliva treks down the edge of his mouth, and his eyes widen at the sensation. He snaps his head down to where your cunt was gulping him up in sultry clenches, “Shit, it’s going in—”
“Mhm…hck.” You swallow.
“Shit, sweetness, it’s going in- it’s going in.” He was almost slurring by this point. The curve of his tip had been smearin’ aside the muscles of your entrance, and Ino was just the perfect size to stretch you out but still manage to siiiink inside. “It’s going in.” Gasping and sputtering. “I-I can’t believe it—oh.”
He was shaking.
Shivering.
You notice that the instant he’s feeling that soft, slippery entrance to your pussy- Ino’s dark pupils cross. His tongue struggles not to loll out of his mouth.
And just then you’re hit with a sudden smooch of his rounded tip. Globular at the end so he can press apart your tight walls and reach towards the very back, thick. Throbbing. You almost want to squeal as he’s indenting that spongy end of your cervix and-
“Pretty, so this is what a p-pussy feels like…”
There’s an almost airy quality to Ino’s words - botched. Broken. “Mhmm?”
“Pretty, this is what you feel like—” He’s repeating. And it’s as though the mere thought itself is enough to make him throw his head back with a whimper. Hips stuttering in a slow, steady fucking.
At least…that’s what he was trying to do.
But instead each stroke inside was more vulgar than the last- harder. Messier. Ino’s precum splattering out of him at a dizzying rate. Was it normal to be this…loud n’ lecherous? You didn’t know the answer and you don’t have the time to think - because you’re swerving your hips up n’ about. In a few rhythmic circles that allow his flared mushroom tip to probe into even your tiniest orifices. “And d’you like it, Taku?”
“L-like it?” Stammering. Ino’s molten eyes were wide open, staring at you but he didn’t even seem to see. You almost had half the mind to be concerned - “You’re asking me if I like it, sweetness?”
“Well—oh.”
And Ino Takuma was the type of boyfriend to allow you to talk to your heart’s content. Ino Takuma was the type of boyfriend to drink in every word you told him and actually remember. Ino Takuma was the type of boyfriend to never even breathe too loud for fear of interrupting you.
But here he was: reeling his slender hips back and giving your womb an eager bash of his rugged cockhead. Shutting you up instantly.
It was entering into the deepest spots possible - one you didn’t even know were there.
He didn’t just ‘like it’- oh, he was fucking addicted to the squeeze of your pussy n’ was pinning you down to feel it again. And again. And again and again—
“Oh.” Ino gruffs out, pretty eyes clenching shut. Honestly, you swear you could see a few tears decorate his long lashes- “Like it? I fucking love you.”
You gasp, “Did you just…?”
Dazed eyes shuttering open. “What?”
“Taku, you just…” You almost couldn’t believe that the words were falling from your own mouth - let alone that of Ino’s. “You just dropped the L bomb, baby. For the first time ever. Right now.”
“Oh.” His lips part, breath intaken. “Oh.‘
“Wait- you seriously didn’t realize?”
“No—”
Tone absolutely shattered—just like he was. And he sounded dead-serious, almost distraught. His tongue tied and his voice curdling thickly at the back of his throat, Ino’s breath hitches with every single swipe he was poundin’ into the back of your pussy. “Pretty…” Your boyfriend whispers out in near-agony as he drags his tongue down the column of your neck. “Pretty, what’s h-happening to me?”
“Taku, I think you’re…” You breathe, the realization hitting right along with how sexy his stumbling words sounded. Each melting into one. “-I think you’re pussydrunk.”
He jolts, “P-pussydrunk?”
And you nod, making sense of that absolutely ruined demeanour. “Pussydrunk.”
“Oh.” Your boyfriend’s sweaty head falls into the crook of your neck, and you swear you feel him slip out a few salty tears- “So that’s what it is.” Before something thick and cloying webs up your insides.
You don’t have to see the puddle of white starting to froth onto the sheets below to know that Ino’s poor, ravaged cock had burst into his high - not knowing, not even in control. He feels the seeping wetness grow twofold between your legs, and gasps at the murky white that leaks out of your pretty hole. Glossed all over until it looked like such a syrupy glaze.
Sweet.
“Sweetness, shit-” Ino’s slender fingers twitch downwards as though to scoop it out. Not that it would be of much use when his bawling divot was still cumming- pouring out so many miry ribbons of slick that enter your womb- “Shit shit shit shit shit-”
He starts to reel his hips back, but you lock your ankles around his waist. “Nuh-uh.”
Head snapping up to meet your gaze, “Sweetness, don’t you know that I’ve-”
“I do know.” You’re answering, a coy smile on your lips. His warm cum was splashin’ around your insides and taking over every small nook n’ cranny—filling you up so much that you could feel it threatening to leak out past Ino’s thick hilt. “And I want more, baby.”
He’s being tugged even closer against you, pelvic bones scrapin’ the inner parts of your thighs. And his ruby-red tip twitches- “Pretty, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Love you, too.”
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.
The next day, you’re stepping through the doors of the convenience store the very moment its sign flips to open.
“Why, my first customers of the day.” The elderly lady that often manned the cashier coos at the two of you. She was a woman rather proud of her store - it had everything one needed. The snacks. The hardware. The hygiene products. And what a good omen it was to see the faces of such a lovely young couple first thing in the morning!
She leans over the counter and beams as you two reciprocate a greeting. “You’re certainly eager to meet me here at the register, aren’t you?’
You somewhat slow down your movements, “Ah…you could say that.”
“We’ve been searching for this since yesterday.” Ino (attempts) to helpfully add.
But when the look on her face turns thoughtful, you already knew where this was about to head. “Oh, is that so? What is it that you need, my dears? Perhaps I can help you…”
“I-it’s really alright-”
“No, I insist.”
“No no, it’s really-”
“I insist—” And with that she’s rounding the counter and seeing just what aisle the two of you had been standing in. Namely the fact that it hosted an array of multi-colored boxes advertising all sorts of flavors and…feelings.
The condom aisle blushed as bright as Ino Takuma’s face.
“Oh.”
“Oh.”
“Oh.”
She might open a little later tomorrow morning.
♡ GOJO SATORU - ∞/10
“Sweetheart, did you know that m’the strongest?”
Putting down the nth meeting report you’d been handed since this morning, you look up at your boyfriend with slightly furrowed brows. “Yes, Satoru? Are you done with that report Yaga told you to do?”
Unlike you who was just swamped in jujutsu documents, Gojo Satoru was—also swamped in documents. But the difference between the two of you was that he wasn’t doing anything about them. Instead, you squint your eyes at what seems to be horrific attempts at creating origami dicks out of a few meeting papers that Yaga had told you were…particularly important.
Gojo throws one of his futile attempts in the air and catches it with his powers. “But you know how m’like- The Strongest?”
“…Yes?” Narrowing your gaze at the white-haired man, you try to discern any visible symptoms of an oncoming fever. Certainly not brought on from working too hard- perhaps from slacking off too hard. “Satoru, are you okay? Do we need to visit Shoko?”
But he shakes his head, “Okay and- you know how no one and nothing is stronger than me as The Strongest?”
“Actually, I could just call Shoko over to us if-”
“What if your pussy was stronger than me?”
“Oh.”
Oh.
Your mouth parts, “Do you mean to say…”
“Raw.”
For the first time.
Translation: what if Gojo Satoru managed to break on your pussy? Who was really The Strongest then?
And you had teleported with Gojo on occasions prior, often only when you really had to - you weren’t the biggest fan of the bend and snap! of time and place distorting around you.
But you suppose that now called for an exception.
In just a single embrace and one click of his fingers, you’re finding yourself in the sprawling space of his penthouse. Your back is being pressed against his dark black sheets—“Fuck, Satoru.” His mouth was on yours like a man dying of thirst, an ocean of sweetness between your lips. “Satoru—oh.”
You’re splayed flatly out in the middle of his king-sized mattress before you know it.
And—
And then you’re on all fours with your face stuffed into his cologne-smelling pillows?
Startled, you’re whipping your head over your shoulder and finding Gojo with his powerful fingers raised in the air again. “Hm…interesting.” He smiles unabashedly. Ivory brows quirking.
The last thing you’re hearing before there’s another click-
And then you’re finding your back on the mattress again, legs in the air.
And then you’re finding yourself over his knee and getting a good slap with his hand.
And then you’re naked and on all fours once more.
And then you’re straddling a pillow that smells just like him.
And then you’re being pushed into the meanest, maddest mating press. Gojo with his strong arms pressing on either side of your waist and holding you to him—holding you in one place as he’s shovellin’ his cock into you like a madman.
No hesitation. No waiting for you to get used to his size.
Not even the slightest bit of teasing before he’s tunneling his plump tip between those pussylips of yours- tight. “So-so fucking tight.” Gojo spits out with his canines thoroughly clenched, the only thing escaping them being his husky moans and a slight trickle of drool.
And that’s all before you’re tightening your legs and clenching—
And that’s just about enough to make The Strongest collapse his trained body into yours.
One thrust.
Just one thrust.
He’s flinching as though shocked by a thousand voltages, ivory bangs quivering as he does. Gojo dips his head straight into the crook of your neck and gasps- “So tight so tight so tight.” Something breaking at the back of his tone. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’ve been holding all this back from me?”
“Wh-what do you even mean—fuck.” At that very moment, Gojo can’t help himself - he’s pumping out a goooood thrust between your naked legs.
His raw cock glides down your pussy walls. Red-hot. Ravenous. Without that familiar rubber as a barrier between the two of you, Gojo’s able to feel even the tiniest nooks and crannies that you were hiding.
Each one such a cute lil’ spot that geysers out. They’re flooding you from the inside out as if you were a damn waterpark, and he’s feelin’ that wet treacle of slick coat his shaft- making the looooong trek down to his balls. “Satoru.” Somehow, your gasp seems to break through his reverie. It’s been some time since that first thrust, and Gojo had barely even moved. Hell, you’re starting to think that he’s barely even breathing—“Forget the experiment, maybe I should c-call Shoko-”
And then he’s honing out another thrust-
Six Eyes activating and glowing tiny crackles of lightning ‘round the rim of his pretty eyes. He hits that throbbing g-spot of yours almost unfairly fast—“How have I…” Cut off immediately by the cleeench of your soft walls. “How have I l-lived this long without feeling you like this, my girl?”
“Oh-” And the words themselves are enough to make your cunt quiver - let alone the way that the sorcerer was managing out such a sloppy set of thrusts. “Oh, Satoru, you’ll live-”
“But I haven’t.” He exclaims. Though his voice was breathy, there was a note of finality in his words.
And as if to emphasize his point, he’s poundin’ and pounding his puckered tip between your pussylips- just stretchin’ out the entrance to your cunt. It doesn’t matter how many more of his inches he has left to fit inside you, Gojo was spotting so many of your tender crevices. He lavishes them in all his attention- until he doesn’t even need his Six Eyes anymore, it almost becomes second nature to caress your cute bundles of nerves.
They made you clench soooo—and they made him grow even harder inside of you. It seems that the thin power of a condom had kept Gojo encapsulated all this time, because with every throb he only seemed to be growing bigger and bigger and bigger-
He reaches his left thumb down and presses on your clit. Zapping it inadvertently with the electricity of his cursed energy- “I haven’t lived.” Continuing his conversation, it takes you a few moments to register just what he was talking about. Looking at you with wide, serious eyes—“I haven’t had my eyes see like this-” Lightning flares strengthening, the light bulb in the bedroom flickers. “I haven’t had my body move like this. I haven’t had my t-tactile senses stimulated like this. I haven’t had my heart beat-”
Gojo pauses. He waits, as if listening for something.
“-120 beats per minute like this.” He ultimately concludes. Running a hand down the front of your stomach, your skin skitters with strange vibrations wherever he touches.
“Fuck—” And you’re unsure whether you’re exclaiming at the sensation of his cursed energy, or the way he was honing his cock even deeper.
Just so hard by now that your walls felt as though you were shaping to him- to every single curve of his swole shaft, to every single vein decorating his thickened length, to every single bead of slick being dribbled into your womb.
Gojo lurches his hips slightly backwards and thumps a hit against your womb.
All deliciously soft and covered in his sap—he presses his hand down where his erection ended. Pulsing. Probing. Such a dopey smile covering his lips, “I haven’t been able to fuck you all- hah, pregnant like this, huh, sweetheart?”
“You…” Your eyes snap open, slightly blurred with tears. “You haven’t fucked me pregnant yet, Satoru.”
“Huh?”
“Not yet.” You answer. Could he be…
“Oh.” His kiss-bitten lips fall into a slight circular shape of understanding—oh. And something rational seems to shift behind Gojo’s blue eyes- before they’re immediately getting overshadowed by that feral part of him.
The Strongest wastes no time before ravaging out your pretty womb a few more times, every second being a fresh spray of his milky precum. “Then we better fix that, huh?”
He sounded as if he wanted nothing more to do in the world.
And ah—“It s-seems that I really- ngh-” Manhandled to Gojo’s whims and wants, he’s fucking you hard enough that the bed starts to splinters. “-am The Strongest, hm?”
“That pussy is The Strongest-” Gojo leans back and spits straight between your puffy pussylips. “My pretty pussy.”
Before craning his head down and nudgin’ your thumb open to spit between that pair of lips, too.
“And you’re- hah.” He titters straight into your open maw, “My everything. My wife. The m-mother of my kids, of course…”
And you can’t quite help yourself, “And you?”
“Me?” Gojo cocks his head as if really considering. It’s just then and there that - after only a few vicious thrusts, shit—he really couldn’t handle it - that you could feel his balls start to clench in the way it did when he was about to cum. When he was about to pour out so many sticky wads like adhesive, that sweetened sap filling you right up to your throat.
Gojo was utterly gone.
He finally answers, “I’m pussydrunk on you, my girl.”
.
.
.
It’s a few days later that Masamichi Yaga receives a report on his desk - one that forces him to take off his sunglasses just to make sure it was real.
It’s not that it was a particularly enrapturing report (in fact, the writing was rather rushed and subpar). It’s not that it was a report on a mission that had been deemed particularly urgent or life-threatening (this had actually been an assignment long overdue). It’s not even that it was a report cursed (he had to reconsider that) or with any other importance to jujutsu other than being, really, a report.
It’s the fact that the report was from Gojo Satoru: the first full report he’s gotten from the man since he entered Tokyo Jujutsu High twelve years ago.
What a momentous occasion.
Yaga can’t lie about the fact that he pulled down the blinds and made himself comfortable prior to reading it- he even made himself a cup of coffee to really celebrate!
Running an awe-struck thumb to check the thickness, he really was impressed as it seemed to be quite in-depth. Hefty. At first glance, it wasn’t in overlarge writing to make up for space, either.
Perhaps Gojo really was turning a new leaf. After all, he’d finally managed to snag you out on a date which had turned into two dates, two dates into three, three into a solid relationship of which he’d heard that the two of you go on dates at least once a week now. And he always did think that you’d be a good influence on the trouble-maker.
If he could get Gojo Satoru to become true to his discipline. Then who knows? Pigs might just fly tomorrow and all curses might just exorcise themselves—for the first time in all the decades that Yaga had been doing this kind of work, he finally allows himself to dream-
That is until he properly opens up the report and reads the first line.
Your name was written in big, bold capitals. Followed by-
“—has been deemed to be The Strongest as of recent exercise in regards to her p—”
Yaga stops reading.
He’s going to kill that Gojo Satoru.
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - 7.5/10
Your husband wasn’t the type to get pussydrunk.
Or at least…that’s what you’d thought. Because the first time the two of you had sex, he was the one more in control. He was the one that drove you wild with pleasure. He was the one that left you bawling and begging for more, speechless at how he’s swatching each and every soft spot.
And the times thereafter had been much the same - Higuruma was more than happy to switch and let you take control on some nights. But you wouldn’t consider him necessarily pussydrunk then.
Or so you’d thought.
So you’d thought.
So you’d thought.
Until one night you’d been visiting his famous law firm - Higuruma had been working overtime these days. It was some complicated fraud case of which you knew was driving Higuruma and his team half-mad, prosecution was said to be a difficult task even for Tokyo’s best (and most handsome) lawyer.
And your husband had always been the first in the office, the last out.
The night before closing statements, it was past midnight and he still wasn’t home. So…packing up his share of heated-up dinner, and a few of his favorite energy drinks, you’d made your way straight to Higuruma’s law firm.
Ending up finding the building empty—save for the security guards outside that helpfully told you Higuruma was in his office. The very largest space on the very last floor.
Knocking gently on the towering sealed door as you entered- you stopped in your tracks as you encountered your husband. Hunched over his desk. Surrounded by important documents.
Eyes weary. Throat parched. There was a certain type of…hunger in him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
He twitches at the sound of your entrance.
He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days.
He looked at you as though you were a dream.
“My angel…” Voice so botched and husky. He had a primal rasp to him that made something deep within you twitch—
So it was no surprise that in less than a few minutes, Higuruma’s finding himself cornering you against the edge of his desk. Body collapsing and pinning you with his weight. “My angel-” His breath hitches, a growl trundling beneath it. Cock pistoning in and out of you at a rapid pace—“My angel, my angel, my angel, my- fuck.”
“Hiromi—!” Your voice rings across the glassy office. With your palms placed on the desk, you’re attempting to fuck back into his vicious thrusts but Higuruma was just so fast- “Hiromi, wh-what’s gotten into you?”
“My angel-” The only thing that he could repeat at this point. He’s swabbin’ the back of your pussy with a rugged swipe, and the startled clench you give him makes him groan.
“Seriously—ngh.” It’s enough to leave your knees weak, and your body drooping on top of the desk-
But your needy husband’s not letting you get too far before he’s hooking a hand ‘round your neck. Jacket taken off, white button-up pushed to his elbows n’ exposing you to his stroooong forearms putting you in a headlock. “My angel.” His snarled face pushes into the crook of your neck.
You gulp at the bulge of Higuruma’s biceps. “Hiromi, I have no idea why you’re acting so…” And you struggled to find a word - partially because you’re unsure, partially because of your weakening vocabulary due to his scouring, sloppy cocktip. “-desperate, but m’not opposed.”
“Desperate?” It seems to be the only word that had stuck out to him. “Th-this is me being desperate, sugar?”
Lips wobbling, your muddled brain was not quite sure what to answer. “Y-yes?”
You’re peaking hopefully ‘round your shoulder—and what you find makes your stomach drop. It was none other than Higuruma Hiromi: eyes blazing, hair messy, cock probing at your sweetest geysers at a pace that makes his length look nearly like a blur. A blur.
His hot pinkish tip smoochin’ every spot he could find inside you- all slick and throbbing every time you were squelching around him. He grunts in your ear in rapid, botched breaths - nothing at all like the stern, put-together man you knew so well.
This Higuruma was fucking into you like such an animal—“You don’t know the least of it, angel.”
His mere tone is enough to send shivers up your spine, “Pardon, baby?”
“Oh, you never need to be pardoned by me, sugar.” Clawing one of his hands - slightly roughened by years of flipping through law documents - down your spine. Higuruma presses on that spot at the very end of your back to make you aaaaarch lewdly into him. “Not when you don’t know how- hah, how fuckin’ haaaard you made me all day long.”
“I did?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head - not only because of his confession, but because of the fact that Higuruma had confessed this in the first place.
Being a lawyer made one surprisingly more tight-lipped. And though your husband was the type to soothe and whisper during your time in bed, having him mutter such filthy, filthy things was…
He’s nodding. “Had no idea how much I thought of you-” Dark eyes narrowing at the fluttering papers beneath you- you were clawing the top of the desk with each thrust. It’s just so cuuute how you’re holding on for dear life as he jerks your body upwards in that headlock. “Had no idea how many of these- these damn papers I flipped through wishing I had my fingers stuffed in your pussy, instead.” Sharp canines gnawing down on the shell of your ear, “Had no idea how many times I ran to that damn bathroom and fucked my fist—”
“Oh, please…” You’re letting your lips wobble.
But Higuruma wasn’t done rasping against your skin– “Had no idea how baaaaad I’ve wanted to fuck you all day, angel.” Gurgling moans at the back of his throat.
Your feet were being lifted a clean few inches off of the floor- the sheer pressure of his ramming hips. “I still have no idea what’s—fuck.”
“Wanted to fuck you all day.” Just a single clench of your velvety walls ‘round his cock and he’s flinching. Tearing up. He repeats, “Wanted to fuck you all day.”
“You’re just so…” Tears were welling up behind your lids, steaming down your cheeks. It was just the sheer pleasure of him scrapin’ his flared tip all over your tender insides. Lining himself with that one spot that made you see stars- “-pussydrunk.”
The word comes to you because of the way Higuruma was slurring. Shuddering. Stuttering.
His hips were hitting yours a mile a minute, and he bangs his rounded cockhead against your g-spot. “Pussydrunk?” Higuruma spits between stern lips. Hissing, he draaaags his veiny shaft all around your tight channel. “You think I’m- I’m pussydrunk?”
“Yes…”
And the strange thing was that Higuruma Hiromi - the most renowned lawyer in all of Tokyo - doesn’t argue back.
He’s merely clawing at your lewd body as you’re meeting his sloppy thrusts, he’s merely letting your cunt suction him dry, he’s merely letting your pussy use him as he nudges at your nerves. Pricking your g-spot a vulgar few times before finally throwing you over the edge-
“Oh.” Molars clenching tightly as pleasure suddenly explodes through your veins, your wave of bliss takes you by surprise. “Oh my-”
“Angel.” Higuruma’s ruined tone echoes out. Holding you close to him he’s swabbin’ and smushing every cute sweet spot—it’s only prolonging your orgasm. The sheer euphoria of it making your heartbeat thunder in your ears, and your thighs start to shake.
Syrupy slick travelling down the inner parts of your legs. Your husband smears your thin sheen with his push-push-puuuushig hips- “My angel.”
“Y-yes, Hiromi?” You ask through tears.
And just because you were sensitive with your orgasm doesn’t mean that he’s going to go easy on you—
“I really am pussydrunk.”
.
.
.
“You seem to be in such a good mood today, sir.” One of the fresh-faced interns pipe up from their desk. It was always a bit of a spectacle when the boss of their law firm, Higuruma Hiromi, walked out of his office.
Partly because of the sheer admiration over his accolades, partly because of the way that man was so handsome. How could one look so good after pulling multiple all-nighters in preparation for this case?
And he was just so humble—you really were lucky (though Higuruma himself would proclaim it was the other way around). Nodding at the eager youngsters, “Thank you.”
“Are you confident about today, sir?” Another intern speaks up. His voice was wobbly with those new nerves of entering the court for the first time.
And Higuruma smiles wonderfully, “You could say that.” At their covertly eager eyes—“My wife arrived last night at the office to give me a little ah- motivation, you see.”
Satoru Gojo is the type of guy who’d talk to your pussy and make it hot while he’s at it.
Cause what? Talking to your pussy? Like it can listen, let alone take instructions? But damn, did he make it work. Oh, and he definitely put it to work.
He had you spread open like a buffet on his obnoxiously large bed, with his just as large hands gripping your squishy thighs, keeping them spread wide. Wide enough to feel the hot breath from his mouth on the inside of your cunt.
You could taste the savoury words from his lips on yours. Not the ones on your mouth. He talked more and touched less, which is the part that always got to you. Because he knew it made your pussy coil and flutter and drip, but you could do nothing but watch him watch your sloppy little cunt.
Smirking from between your legs like he’d won a noble Prize for how long he could tease you. And how he would bring out the sluttiest noises from your pretty mouth.
You couldn’t even close your legs; his disgustingly strong palms wouldn’t let you, they’d only stretch you out wider. First, your thighs with his hands, then your weeping hole with his monstrous cock.
“Such a pretty princess aren’t you. Adorable little thing,” he cooed, placing a featherlight kiss on your clit that had you arching off the bed, tugging at his white strands. He only chuckled at your reaction, which he had been doing for the past 30 minutes. “Poor baby is dripping from how neglected she is. Look at her baby, she’s making a mess on my sheets,” he looked up at you with those big doe eyes, the ones he’d always manipulate you with in getting his way.
He ran his tongue along the middle, between the folds and crevices, making sure the tip really lingers around your sopping entrance to remind you of what you have but can’t get.
“‘Toru– bab-baby! Pleasee c’mon, just do it properly!!” you whined, trying to kick your feet out, but it was no use.
“See, you keep acting up, and we’ll only be here longer, sweetheart,” he mumbled, kissing the outer shell of your cunt. Biting the soft lips, making you yelp. “Look at her, she’s being such a good girl, unlike you. Taking whatever I give her. A little needy with how much of a mess she’s making, but nonetheless a good girl.” he was praising your damn pussy over you. Enough to make a grown woman cry.
You moaned out, begging your asshole of a boyfriend for anything. Finally! Finally, you saw that knowing smirk on his lips before he dived in, burying his face between your legs.
His nose bumps against your desperate clit, sending waves of shock and pleasure up your spine. You’ll need a chiropractor at this rate. He slips his tongue inside your relaxed entrance, swirling it around. Not bothered by the mess he’s making now.
Your slick dripped down his chin, covering the lower half of his face, but he didn’t care. He ate like a man starved.
The obscene sounds of slurping and groaning coming from Satoru’s end were enough to bring you close to the edge. You were so sensitive after all that teasing and dirty talk that minimum friction was bringing you close to your oh so sought-after release.
“Such a perfect pussy, sweet, tight, mine. Fucking…mmm.. Fuckin’ perfect,” he groaned, the vibrations from the words made you tug at his hair from the roots.
“I can feel her wrapping around my tongue, is my sweetheart close?” he teased again with his filthy words, slurping along the edges, sucking on your clit, slipping down to remind your hole he’s still here every couple of sucks.
He didn’t bother slowing down. Not when you got close, not even when you started screaming his name, legs cramping from being held open when all you wanted to do was close them and suffocate his head between your legs.
“My pretty’girl,” the way he knew how to use every muscle in his mouth perfectly to make you see the bright light had you unfolding faster than folded silk. “Pretty little pussy for my pretty girl, g’na leave you all fucked up and swollen and ruined. G’na make you see stars when you cum all over my face.”
That was enough to push you over the edge. Instead of pulling his head back, you pushed him further down onto your cunt, letting him drown in it. Pussy tightening around nothing then Satoru’s tongue. Enough to make you see stars like he said you would. “F-Fuckkk! Satoruu!” you babbled his name like a prayer, finishing all over his chin, lips and tongue. You could still hear him slurping.
He smeared your slick all over your exposed skin using his lips. You saw his piercing eyes and messy white hair; half his face was covered by your thighs, but you knew he was smirking.
“I should capture this in a photo. It’s museum-worthy. This pussy of yours.”
A/N: wrote this with one hand
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Synopsis. Bark like he wants to knot you? The 5-DAY APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM specializes in training (and taming!) even the most volatile of hybrids against provocation, pheromones, and ruts. Make the world a better place for all hybrid types - even cute lil’ bunny hybrids like you should know better than to get close to the big, bad wolf in rut.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!bunny hybrid!reader, wolf hybrid!Toji, HYBRIDS AU, pheromones, RUTS, slight enemies-to-Iovers, muzzIes, slight humiIation, making him BEG, PÚSSYDRÚNK Toji, oraI (fem rec.), p talking, face-ríding, fíngering, spítting, chokíng, manhandIing, mean Toji, desperate Toji, pulling you by the ears, first times (his), he’s slightly inexperienced, big D’s, big stretches, dúmbifícatíon, doggy, BRÉEDING, talks of kids, rough s, creampíes, cúmpIay, KNOTS, implied marathon, reactions, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 13.7k
A/N. Tonycries is listening…based on this tiktok from the wonderful mind of @/v4mpyrf4e (such a sweetheart y’all omg-). And y’alls comments made me CACKLE-
“Welcome to Day 1 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM, thank you all for joining us here today.” You’re the one in charge of setting off the introductions, letting Utahime announce her name and status as a human, before you’re following suit. “-and as you can see, I’m a rabbit hybrid. Oryctolagus cuniculus domesticus.”
Gesturing at the sleek, slender ears that stood proudly upon your head—they were the exact shade as your hair, glistening under the natural sunlight of the training field. They twitched ever-so-slightly at the attention of your class, hybrids of all ages and sizes and types.
And you had to admit that you took quite good care of them!
Those appendages were the prized possession of any rabbit around, and they never failed to draw awed gasps and coos from your batches of students.
Smiling, you were about to cut through with an ice-breaker before…
…someone whistles.
Sensitive ears whipping in the direction of the noise instantly, eyes snapping to his nametag.
Toji Fushiguro: Wolf.
Oh.
Oh?
A shiver runs down your spine.
You’ve never come into contact with a wolf hybrid in this program- at least, not in any of the classes that you’ve led. Coyotes. Vultures. Grizzlies. Hell, even the odd big cat or two (though they were mostly from other classes you’d assisted, and you didn’t end up having direct contact with them). They were all the same to you: students.
But a wolf?
You didn’t know why you were reeling so much at the realization - wolves needed this program too. It was mostly predator-types that attended (absolutely nothing wrong with that), as their heightened senses and strength left them more susceptible to high-pressure moments such as letting ruts take over, or asserting dominance. Self-control is something everyone should have!
So a large wolf hybrid attending this program should be absolutely nothing out-of-the-ordinary, absolutely nothing that leaves you rattled, absolutely nothing that differentiates him from your other students.
Absolutely…
You clench your fists, steeling yourself - all that training you’d undergone to come into this position as an instructor for the program wasn’t for nothing!
“Excuse me-” You’re narrowing your eyes down at the man, standing right at the front of your group. Sliding your peripherals up, up, up from his nametag—
Half-lidded eyes. An easy smile.
A face might have been ripped right out of the big screens, so handsome that it makes that lil’ bunny tail behind you twitch.
And it’s only then that you’re realizing just how…large he is.
A broad frame. Muscular arms. Tall.
Fuck.
Even for a wolf hybrid. In fact, you could see the irritated expressions on the smaller hybrids scrambling to see from around him- what audacity, to be front and center like this. And judging by the smug expression twisting those scarred lips of his, Toji didn’t give a shit whether they saw or not.
As long as he could.
As long as he could pin you down with his heavy gaze, staring from underneath his shaggy black bangs. Toji blinked slowly, as if he was savoring each glimpse- and each glimpse just seemed to raaaaake across your body.
The longer you’re staring at him, the more elated his pupils seem to twinkle. Something unreadable in them.
“-did you have something to say?” You’re finally finishing off, after what felt like an age of the charged staredown had passed.
Toji only crosses his arms in front of him- and you swear your ears pick up on the minutest rip! of his biceps stretchin’ his thin t-shirt. The black fabric giving way to the flex of those incredible arms. “Oh. The whistle?” The wolf hybrid’s gruff voice answers, a deep baritone that you find strangely…pleasant on your eardrums. “Nah. Must be close to the full moon, heh- keep talking, lil’ bunny.”
“That’s madam rabbit to you-”
“Bunnygirl?”
Involuntarily, your nose twitches in annoyance - something that seems to make the man raise a brow at and smirk. Something chuckled underneath his breath—“Cute.”
You would’ve almost thrown your clipboard at Toji Fushiguro had your colleague not cleared her throat.
“Oh-” Mouth parting in surprise, you’re turning to Utahime who’d been there to witness the entire exchange - right along with the rest of your class, for that matter. Throw in your supervisors, too, and you were decidedly not getting the holiday bonus this year.
Clearing your throat (and pointedly looking away from his eyes), you’re turning to face the program attendees as a whole now. “And if anyone else has any highly intelligent questions, please feel free to ask away.” Silence, except for Toji’s agreeing hum. “Now that that’s cleared up- I had initially wanted to start our first class off with some ice-breakers to get to know each other a bit more, but what’s a better exercise in team spirit than being thrown into the thick of things?”
They look at you in slight surprise, Toji amongst them.
Without warning, you pick up the whistle that’d been strung ‘round your neck and give it two sharp blows. “Five laps around the field- now! Go go go go!”
Bodies moving before minds, the entire group jolts into moving. Some taking a few unprepared steps before they even register what’s happening, some speeding ahead already to get on your good side. Some flew. Some waddled. And some you could even see gape at the facility’s training field, about as large as a football field, with a carpet of grass enveloping the entire expanse of it. They threw their heads back and groaned, before straightening - military-style - when your whistle rang out once more-
But it wasn’t for them.
“You there-” Sticking your hand out—some, it seems, were none other than Toji Fushiguro. He was still rooted where he was when class started, challenging you down with his imposing frame. His amused expression- “-ten laps for not going with your group, Mr. Fushiguro.”
“That’s an abuse of power, bunny.” Toji growls, lips lifting into something that almost looks like a smile. Maybe a snarl.
You’re raising a brow, whistle still raised to your lips. “Fifteen.”
“What’re you gonna give me if I do those, huh?”
“Twenty.”
He wets his lips, jet-black ears twitching. “You won’t dare-”
“Twenty-five.”
“Fuckin’ hell.” But to your confusion, Toji Fushiguro didn’t look neither angry nor dismayed as he received his sentence. In fact, you could’ve sworn that the man looked utterly euphoric with every sniping word that fell from your lips. Upping the challenge. Talking back to him.
He takes a step closer and the air seems to grow thicker around you two - so thick that it seems to lodge at your throat. And Toji himself can’t seem to rip his eyes away from those pretty lil’ lips that were just so mean to him- “I never knew bunnies could be so feisty.”
He still isn’t moving towards the run, and your vision is blocked by his well-sculptured body. Toji’s eyes were murky, posture strong- and without warning, his nostrils seemed to flare. Taking in a deep, deep gulp of something. And you wondered…why did something smell so sweet? “Thir-”
“Alright alriiiight.” After a roll of his eyes and a scoff, Toji takes off sprinting. The smell is gone before you can grasp it.
Dust clouds erupt from the grassy ground at the sheer force of his strides, and in no time Toji’s catching up to the group in much less than the time it took them to get there. Long legs made for running. Body angular and poised.
Even from here, you had to admit that his form was immaculate - expected, you guessed, of a borne hunter. But even coming from a wolf hybrid, it took you somewhat aback.
Wasn’t there a cheetah hybrid in the group, too? He was just behind her now, steadily catching up as her stamina started to falter.
Not only did he seem to be larger, but he was faster, too? Now you knew what made him so cocky, you suppose.
You’re blowing your whistle once more, “Mr. Fushiguro, thirty-two for cutting me off there.”
Toji looks over his shoulder with knitted brows, and a smile that you couldn’t describe as anything other than purely…feral. “Just for you- heh, I’ll make it fourty-two, bunny.”
“Don’t make me make it fifty.” Grumbling, more to yourself than him by this point. From the corner of your eye, you could see Utahime with a hand raised to her lips- firmly shut as if she was trying to stop herself from laughing.
You’re turning to her with a half-joking scowl, “What, Uta?”
“Oh, nothing.” She’s waving you off, standing beside you to look over your sprinting students. And with a thoughtful hum, the human continues. “It’s just, you hybrids have such interesting mating rituals-”
You nearly choke on your whistle—“What rituals?”
A few heads turn to look at you, and you’re gesturing at them to continue - this was your punishment, it seems. The punishment being, well, whatever unfortunate misunderstanding that your co-worker had developed because of her interpretation of hybrid behaviour.
She looks at you in concern, “Are you alright? Does one get loopy after such mating rituals-”
You’re grabbing both of her shoulders, trying to shake some sense into her. “Repeat that. Tell me you didn’t say what I just so clearly heard you say. Repeat th- actually, wait, don’t repeat that-”
“Mating rituals?” It’s enough to make you grimace, ears flattening behind your head. Watching your reaction, Utahime’s beautiful face grows pale- and she’s clapping both hands over her mouth. “Oh- wait, sorry! Is that a taboo thing to say before you two have officially mated? Like a will-they-won’t-they thing? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know-”
“It’s…not…” You wince, “No- no it’s okay. It’s not that it’s taboo or anything, it’s just…”
“Oh.” Utahime breathes out in relief, punching your shoulder. “Don’t scare me like that then, girl. What then? What’s the issue?”
And you dreaded to know the answer to this particular question of yours, one that you so clearly knew if her misconception had been anything to go by. Nonetheless…“You thought that him- the wolf and I were…flirting?”
“Oh, that?” She hums in thought, “No, not exactly.”
Oh?
Then maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe you’d just been overthinking things, maybe she’d just misconstrued some interaction you had with another one of your students earlier, maybe this entire thing wasn’t even about Toji or how he seemed so close to-
“I thought the wolf and you were seconds away from mating.”
Goddammit!
“Or bonding-” Utahime airily waves a hand, as if the extra explanation helped - though, to be fair, you knew you were the one that’d posed the question. “Whichever one that you hybrids like to choose, bonding is the one with the bites, right? And good luck because he looks like a biter, woof—”
You’re putting your face in your hands and groaning.
At least this damn program was only five days long.
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Day 2 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.
Did you say this training program was five days long? Apologies, you actually meant to say that it was five centuries- because you’ve just gotten through the first few units of your second day, and it already feels like you’ve aged years.
And you can’t pinpoint an exact reason as to why - well, other than Toji Fushiguro’s presence, of course.
Toji Fushiguro and the way you’d gotten to work earlier today in preparation for the lessons, only to open your office door and find the very man lounging back on your chair. Feet on the desk. Humming idly to himself. Silky black tail swishing happily. Rubbing his scent off on every nook and cranny-
“What the fuck are you doing here-”
“Good morning to you too, lil’ bunny.”
It was just then that Utahime had passed, saving Toji from your plans of throttling him right then and there. It turns out that the wolf hybrid had ‘gotten the time wrong’ and had ‘absolutely nowhere to go- nevermind the café right down the street’ and so he’d been let inside the building. Regardless of the fact that he had an entire office space to himself, he’d chosen to coop himself up in your office.
“And since you two are future mates, I thought it would be okay. Maybe you can show me some of those mating rituals!” Utahime had happily announced, smacking you on the back- just a tinge too loud for a certain wolf’s ears to not discern.
A smirk was on Toji’s handsome face immediately, “Something you need to tell me, bunnygal?”
“Get out of my office both of you-”
And today would have been somewhat bearable if it had ended at just that. But the universe is never quite so kind to you, is it?
Because Toji was in your class, eyeing you down in class, always hot with a quip directed towards you in class. It wasn’t just the physical training part of things (a way to increase their endurance, which he certainly didn’t seem to need any increasing), but even during the light reading sessions—Toji would have his book opened just a crack, attractive fingers flicking loooong luxurious glides on the pages.
And then he’d dart just the crowned tips of them up to lick- while he looked right into your eyes.
Because of course, he did.
And you hated to admit that those actions just made you…gulp. If he didn’t end up bubbling over a reaction out of you (perhaps commands for extra laps, perhaps telling him off which he seemed to love), then he didn’t stop until he did.
But that wasn’t even the moment that stood out in your mind the most.
No, what you went back home to thinking about - what you slipped underneath your silken bed covers thinking about - was the incident that had happened during one of the trust exercises.
In it, the entire class had been blindfolded and told to use their senses to navigate and interact with one another - the two instructors, you and Utahime, included. It was a bonding activity as well as a way to allow one to channel their natural instincts into something that they wanted it to do. Nature and navigate, that sort of thing.
Nothing too outstanding, you’d done it many times with many different batches. Slightly awkwardly waddling through the classroom, hands out and alert for another person. Only, this time…
“Oh? Someone’s in front of me-” A gruff voice echoed out from right behind you - right behind you. And you could already feel the heat of Toji Fushiguro’s proximity, before you even registered it was him. There was the airy whoosh of the atmosphere bending to one’s hand reaching out—“Angel-” To one’s hand just lightly tracing your upright ears, “-or a pretty bunny?”
Your ears.
Your ears.
Toji Fushiguro’s greedy fingers were latching onto the sensitive bits of your ears, and you’re forced to bite back a moan. “S-sensitive…”
And scent patches were protocol, really, just to make things easier on both parties.
But even through the bandage-like coverings on either side of your neck, a puff of your pheromones seeps through and into the air. The atmosphere. The senses of the wolf hybrid behind you that lets out an out-of-control growl—
Primal.
You gasp, hurriedly taking off your blindfold.
SLAM!
Only to be met with the barren air, and the door slamming behind you. It seems that Toji had left the classroom - the only evidence that he was ever even here to begin with was the reverberating impact of the door.
And the sultry smell of something sweet lingering in the air.
Animalistically, you’re raising your nostrils to the air- but by then it’d already dissipated into nothingness. And a part of you craves for more more more—
Clutching the blindfold, in a classroom full of oblivious students, you clench your thighs together.
You were so fucking wet.
And outside, though you aren’t aware at that point, a certain other hybrid was having a particularly tough time, too.
What else did you expect?
Toji Fushiguro was striding. Toji Fushiguro was escaping- he had to. He had to. He had to. He had to. If he didn’t then he fucking knew that he’d tear you into pieces and shove his aching hot erection with no care for who else was watching in that damned classroom.
Down the narrow corridor, he was going as fast as his slightly-weakened knees would take him. Pace echoing out against the formal tiles, like the thunder of his heartbeat.
Toji felt like he was burning up. Faster. Toji felt like he was out-of-breath. Faster. Toji felt like—
The next thing he’s feeling is the ceaseless expanse of the wall, frigid against his body that just seemed to be set alight right now. Without properly consulting his own mind, he’s leaning against it. Head falling back. Body slouching onto the floor. A thick ‘fuck’ leaving him as he sits himself down right then and there-
“Oh fuck—” Toji’s pressing one hand to his face, the other against the solid pain that’d taken up between his legs. He looks down, “Oh fuck, m’in rut.”
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Day 3 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.
Toji Fushiguro was just on time to your program today, and though you couldn’t say that you weren’t relieved his incredible earliness lasted only a day- you couldn’t quite say that you weren’t disappointed, either. Rabbits, always hopping around.
“So…” Utahime’s teasing voice calls out in the distance, and you’re shocked to find that she’s actually right beside you. Had you been spacing out?
With a jolt, you realize you’d done it just as Toji was completing his nth lap of the morning. He flaunts past the finish line with each, shooting a sleazy wink your way—you hadn’t been staring at him, dammit!
“Something in your eye?” You call out.
“Just a pretty bunnygirl, heh.”
Shaking your head free of him (and doing your very best to not look as though you were shaking your head free of him), you’re turning back to your friend. “So…what, Uta?”
She nudges your shoulder with hers, “So what are the updates on your mating ritual-”
“Enough-”
Refusal ringing out across the field, your voice catches the attention of Shoko, who’d been placing an ice pack over the ankle of a mouse hybrid. She looks over with a raised brow, before confirming with her patient and helping him walk back to his group.
Once she was done, she picks up two clean towels and makes a beeline towards where the two of you were standing.
“Still in denial.” Utahime says, as a way of greeting. She catches the towel that Shoko throws at her and sighs, “Enemies-to-lovers go from enemies to lovers faster in my books…”
And somehow, Shoko seems to know exactly what she’s talking about.
The racoon hybrid brings a thoughtful hand up to her chin, appraising you with those sleep-darkened eyes if you were yet another one of her patients. “Well, I didn’t see anything wrong in the mating and reproduction department last time we had a check-up. Would you like me to take a look again?”
Indignantly, “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with me-”
“Perhaps her pheromones are being blocked?” Utahime nods at her friend, before snatching your towel out of your hand and rubbing it over your scent glands-
“Woah-” You gasp, the rough texture of the fabric making your ears twitch. Somehow, it almost reminds you of the day before where…“What the- Uta I will kill you-”
“Adequate pheromone secretion, considering the scent patches.” Shoko leans in to look at it and hum. “I don’t think there’s a problem there- and the clients have to take a mandatory medical test, there was no anomaly in Toji’s, either.”
“And the scent? What about the scent- I can’t smell it as a human, but you’ve got to have some sort of sense for it even as a friend, right?” Utahime insists.
You squeal, “Don’t you dare, Shoko- this has got to be some sort of HIPAA violation I swear-”
“You’re right.” The doctor says, sagely. And all your squirming, struggling, screaming seems to stop- for just the briefest second…before Shoko looks you up and down and states once more. “Rub a little harder, I would like to take a scent swatch for my own personal experimentation as well.”
“I will experiment on you-”
“U-um, madam bunny?”
You whirl—“What?”
And the poor, unsuspecting mouse hybrid staggers backwards at the force of your exclamation. Damn near falling to the ground- which is where that swollen ankle of his seemed to have originated from in the first place.
“Oh.” The three of you staff look at each other, and you’re shoving your friends off in an instant to crouch down to his stooped figure. You feel simply awful as he quivers before you- you should look into getting the poor man a discount. “I’m so sorry, Ijichi, I’ve been out of my mind. Are you alright?”
“Y-y-yes- but no.” He’s stammering, not holding your eye still. “It’s just- my ankle’s acting up again and I was wondering whether I could be excuse to the medic room for today?”
“Yes- yes of course!” You’re looking to Shoko, and the two of you place Ijichi’s arms ‘round either of your shoulders to help him get up and walk to her clinic. You’re patting at him soothingly, “It’ll be alright, Ijichi, Shoko’s gonna fix you up properly in no time.” Ignorant to the low trundle of a growl that’s thrown your way.
To the way that Toji’s staring at your little group, unwavering, your arms around another man.
To the crackle of something bitter seeping into the air.
Though, Ijichi isn’t quite so ignorant to the daggers glared his way (it burned, that glare, and he faints in your arms before you manage to reach the clinic).
By the time you’re dropping your poor student off on the comfy white beds, making your way back out onto the field, Utahime was leading the group through the final cooling down exercises. Letting her take the lead, you sit yourself down on one of the benches near her and sigh.
Goodness, it was a big facility and that trip had unexpectedly taken quite a bit out of you.
Your limbs were heavy, long rabbit ears damped with perspiration and pushed back. Without thinking much of it, your hands reach out to where you think you remember Utahime throwing down your towel earlier (at least, she had before you’d left)- only for your fist to close around…nothing.
“Huh?” Straightening up, you look around the vast wooden bench. It had your active bags, your change of clothes, your props for activities done during the physical sessions. Everything and anything but that damned towel- “I could have sworn…”
“Hey, everything alright?” Utahime asks, it seems that she’d just finished up her cool down. The class was dispersing as they wished, chattering, ribbing, taking their time to get ready for the next unit of the day.
Utahime squirts a stream of water into her mouth and walks up to you, to which you’re nodding your head. “No, I mean- yes? Everything’s alright, it’s just- have you seen my towel anywhere?”
She giggles, “The one with your scent swatch on it?”
“The one with my scent swatch on it.” You deadpan, “I just can’t seem to find it anywhere.”
And it’s only then that the knits her brows, expression turning into one of slight concern. “Huh? I could’ve sworn that I put it there when you left with Shoko and Ijichi, maybe it blew away in the wind somehow?”
You’re looking up at the windless morning, drier than the Sahara. “Maybe…”
“Or maybe one of the students accidentally took it?” She suggests, yet it was futile to have the two of you looking around from here. Class was dismissed for the time being, and there was no way of tracking down every single person and their towels. With a slightly lighter tone, “Or maybe Shoko actually took it- y’know, to experiment on.” She nods in the direction of the building, “C’mon, lets go bug her for more towels - the nice ones with the flowers on them.”
“In a few days there’ll be some clones of me running around.” You get up.
You never did find out where that towel went, and you never did think about it much after that day, either.
Toji Fushiguro, however?
Oh, that damn towel was all that helped him make it through the night. Fuck—with his nose pressed against the fabric that was soaked with all your sweetened, lavendar smell- and his hand pressed underneath his boxers and furiously pumping his cock.
Toji’s elongated canines dig into the towel and he keens your name like a prayer.
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Day 4 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.
Toji Fushiguro was late.
When he hadn’t showed up to the facility hours before class was supposed to start, you didn’t worry too much. When he hadn’t showed up precisely at 8:00AM on the dot, well, you were getting somewhat intrigued but you still didn’t worry too much.
But when it was 1:47PM and Toji Fushiguro still wasn’t here?
Alright…now you were getting a bit irritated. Because at the very least, students would call the reception to let them know that they weren’t coming in for the day - but this bastard hadn’t bothered to even do that! Not even the slightest heads-up!
Of course, it was the principal of the matter and not because you were disappointed or anything.
No, not at all. Not at all.
You just liked your classes to be at full attendance, that’s what.
But having no Toji Fushiguro didn’t break your classes. In fact, one could argue that they’d gone even smoother today than usual.
You’d gone through the morning drills without him, you’d showered up and made it through a few readings and testimonies without him, you’d just turned off the endings credits of a documentary and was about to start an entirely new lesson without him.
“And today’s lesson will be on Muzzles 101, for this I have actually acquired a real-life muzzle.” Lifting the strappy, clinking metal thing from your desk for the entire class to see—to be quite honest, this was one of your favorite parts of the syllabus. “As you might be able to tell, this muzzle in particular is intended to fit the canine type of hybrid. But of course, there are many different types of-”
BANG!
“Missed me, bunny?”
But of course, only when Toji Fushiguro was missing did you realize how much it felt like something was missing without him.
And there he stood now, with his towering body filling out the doorframe- lungs heaving, vibrating with adrenaline, sweater haphazard as if he’d simply sprinted the entire way here.
You’re looking up at him and you swear you can see slight dark circles underneath his eyes - he didn’t seem to have had a restful sleep last night, hm? Wonder what kept him up like that?
“You’re late.” Oh-so-welcomingly, you state.
He smirks, “Fashionably so.”
Not responding to his hook, you’re turning back to the class that was watching the interaction with bated breath. “And as our latecomer, how about we have Mr. Fushiguro here give us a real-life demonstration as to wearing a muzzle?”
“I’d like to see you fucking try- fuck!”
The class erupts in agreement, and before Toji Fushiguro - who’s never been talked down to, who’s never been tugged down by the collar of his sweater and had a fucking muzzle clipped on him in all the thirty odd years of his life - even knows what’s happening, he’s worshipping you at your feet.
Literally.
Hooking your fingertips into the mesh-like covering of his dog muzzle, you’re hauling Toji right down to his knees. Right down to the floor. Right down at your feet.
And he doesn’t resist.
Why the fuck would he ever resist?
You place one of your palms on top of his silky black hair, scratching behind his wolf’s ears as if he was nothing but a docile dog. A pet. “And here—” Announcing to the class, the leans in at the edges of their seats to take a better look. “-we have a wolf hybrid in a muzzle- hah! Put a muzzle on and some big, bad wolf he is.”
Through the bars of his muzzle, Toji darkly growls—
“Down, boy.” Through a grin, you’re narrowing your eyes down at Toji. “You’re supposed to be good when the muzzle’s on, don’t you know?”
“Oh yeah? Let me out n’ I’ll show you what’s good-”
Pulling lightly on his soft hair, “What’s that?”
He doesn’t answer - but he doesn’t snap back anything mouthy, either. If you’d known that Toji Fushiguro could be so good for you like this, then you might’ve put the muzzle on even sooner if you were being quite honest.
“And now-” Fuck, what’s next? Toji can only look up as you continue to speak- continue to make a fool of him- continue to raise your dominant hand up past your collarbones. Right up to that sweet next of yours, covered in scent patches that you were starting to peel off—“-for the ultimate temptation. Remember what this program is really about.”
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck, it can’t be.
You’re taking off that protective layer on the side of your throat, and just then…oh, just then Toji Fushiguro thinks he ascends to fucking heaven.
The most sultry, soft lavender scent bursts out into the room- even stronger than the pheromones that’d been stuck to your towel. It seems to haze over the dull classroom with an almost sparkly mist, and it seems to haze over Toji’s eyes with a film of lust.
Burning up.
Feverish.
He’d never been so gone over anyone else’s pheromones before. Never.
His nails dig into the tough tile and leave claw marks-
But you’re looking at the students, some of whom were safely blocking their nostrils. “Pheromones are the ultimate temptation to any hybrid, it drives them wild, it makes them crave, it brings out carnal urges in us that are more animal than not.”
Finally, you look down at Toji.
Who sits with his head bowed, his chest panting.
Panting and panting.
Like a dog in heat- he was drooling from one side of his mouth and praying to anything holy that you couldn’t fucking see-
“As you can see, class, Mr. Fushiguro here is holding up rather exceptionally.” You’re saying- exceptionally? He wanted to laugh. To laugh and laugh. But more than that he wanted to fuck you silly right here and now- but ah, in the end he actually gets neither. Toji Fushiguro doesn’t laugh, and you’re plastering on your scent patches once more. “Now, in the real world we don’t always have the luxury of scent patches. In times such as these we hybrids…”
Toji seems to crouch even deeper on his knees, hunching in on himself almost. He’s sure that those other bastards in the classroom are probably gawking at his submissiveness right now- let them think what he wants.
His tail swishes the floor, ears listening for the whispers. He doesn’t give a fuck.
He wasn’t caving in because he was fucking submissive or some other shit- no. Toji was down on his knees and practically humping your feet in front of an entire group, all because he’s never been harder in his entire life.
“-can try it out for yourselves should you so wish to later on.” And you were oblivious to the entire thing—oh, pretty bunny, how he wanted to rip you apart. Inch by inch.
Just from the briefest second of your scent.
You’re getting into the proper lesson by now, throwing out the history of muzzles in relationship with hybrids whilst absent-mindedly patting Toji’s head. He leans into your touch and you falter mid-speech, ears twitching in every direction, you swear you could’ve smelt a faint sweetness in the air.
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Day 5 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.
On the last day of the program, Toji Fushiguro didn’t attend at all.
Perhaps the demonstration yesterday had taken it too far? But you’d asked him about it, and Toji had insisted that it was something he enjoyed doing—
“Next time, though, that’s gonna be you, bunny-”
“You wish.”
After all, it had been part of the syllabus, too, and the rest of the class had been eager to jump onto wearing the muzzle and tempting each other with their pheromones. So you didn’t think that it was exactly that.
Or perhaps he didn’t find the program useful at all and didn’t want to waste his time on it any longer?
This program in particular was showered with praise and rave reviews, but you understood that it might not resonate with everyone. In that case, there were refunds and extension packages for particularly difficult students - and Toji didn’t exactly strike you as the type to leave something half-finished.
Or perhaps…perhaps you didn’t know.
He didn’t let the reception know he was about to be absent. He didn’t give you any notice that he’d be quitting.
It might just have been something in his personal life that you weren’t exactly privvy to - you were just his program teacher, after all. And after today (and the graduation ceremony, which was really more of a formality than anything) tomorrow, you weren’t going to be even that.
Someone to lecture him on the etiquette of his displays of dominance, someone to tease and rile up.
Some bunny.
And yet, you couldn’t help but wonder.
Which might just have been (though you didn’t entirely admit it to yourself) why you found yourself working late into the night on the fifth day of the program - the first day of Toji’s disappearance. Along in your office. In the dead of night.
If he wasn’t going to attend anymore, then you might as well drown that pang of disappointment in work.
You’re tap-tap-tapping away at your computer, eyes glazed over after so many hours staring into it. All the words were starting to slur together into an unreadable language now, and that was likely not a good sign.
You needed sleep.
You’re leaning back on your chair with a sigh, massaging your eyes with the mountainous front of your palms. Whispering, “Fuck…” You look outside your window for the briefest second- and only then do you realize that the world outside was being kissed with a slight drizzle of rain. “God, how long have I even been here?”
You look back down at your computer screen, as bright as day: 12:07AM.
Yaga was going to kill you - he always did preach on about ‘healthy work-life balances’, and this was anything but balanced. You guessed you’d just mark your student register for the day and get the hell out of here- but ah, the rain…
“It’s fine.” Clicking away at the ticks that denoted someone had been present - and they all had been today, except for one. “It’s not raining too bad so I’ll just run to my car or…”
Toji Fushiguro’s name wasn’t the first on the register, now even the last.
And yet, you had no explanation as to why you palm kept scrolling you back to his name each time. That stupid, stupid name—‘Fushiguro, Toji’—even that seemed to be smirking at you.
Perhaps out of frustration, perhaps out of hidden desire, perhaps out of utterly nothing else to do- you click on it. That name. That medical page compiled by Shoko that you were taken to whenever you clicked on a student’s name, with all the information that you’d ever need on them.
You’d skimmed Toji’s profile once before, right before the program had started as you were trying to familiarize yourself with the students.
But now, something about it felt…different.
More personal.
More intimate.
Name: Fushiguro, Toji
Age: 30’s
Sex: Male
Height: 6’2+
Hybrid type: Canis lupus
Status: Unmated.
Other notes: It is important that the subject is of impressive size and weight, even for the Canis lupus (potential subspecies mix of Canis lupus occidentalis). And it is even more important to note that the subject is aware and, one might even argue, cocky about this fact.
You snort at that last line.
Black, silky coat that is well taken care of. Long legs. Considerable muscular mass. Irritable temperament puts him on the radar for potential disruption and displays of dominance. Keen senses. Exceptional speed. STRONG ruts.
And that line? You’re reading over those last two words at least eight times to make sure you got it right - it would’ve been one thing to know that Toji Fushiguro had strong ruts, it’s another thing to have Shoko capitalize, embolden, and underline those two words.
And this was a woman who’d written the many, many profiles that you’d seen in your time working for the facility.
But you’d never seen her emphasize something quite like this?
You keep reading onwards-
Subject has a strong leakage of pheromones in the duration of his rut, which are stated to last for at least over a week, according to the subject. During this time he claims to be ‘crazed’ and ‘like a madman’, and due to the sheer severity of these ruts has never been known to take a mate.
Never?
Last known time of rut was five months ago.
Note to self: REMIND SUBJECT OF RUT!
A crash of wood somewhere in the distance.
VERY EASILY TRIGGERED!
Footsteps.
AND POTENTIALLY COMING INTO RUT VERY SOON!
Through the silver flicker of lightning from outside, you can make out the shape of someone towering at your office door. Opened wide. His hands rested against the frame as if he was about to collapse any moment now- he cast a shadow over where you were seated, gripping the wooden panel so tight that you could hear the low crack!
And you already know who it is.
“T-Toji?” Your rabbit ears raise into the air, trying to catch any answer from him. When there’s none, you’re getting up from your chair and taking a cautious step forward. “Toji, what happened- why are you here at this time?”
Toji twitches as if the very sound of your voice jolted him to his very core, “All the better to meet you with, bunny.”
Rough.
Hoarse.
There was a primal rumble in his tone that made your legs press together - whether out of need or fear…It honestly didn’t even sound like your Toji- and you’re almost second-guessing your initial impression. Perhaps because of that, you’re taking yet another step forward. “Why are you standing there like that?”
“All the better to see you with, bunny.”
But did you honestly even need to ask?
Because one step - one step - is all it takes for Toji’s thick pheromones to immediately hit you. For your mind to whirl with the heady combination of sandalwood and crisp ice and need. Pure need.
It’s so strong that your body takes an immediate lurch backwards, shivering at the scent of a predator-type at his strongest - at his closest. “And why do you smell so…” The backs of your knees hit the stippled cushion of your chair, and you’re just about to topple onto the seat-
When the rabid wolf hybrid crosses the room in less than two strides, pulling you into his arms instead.
You’re hissing at the sheer heightened temperature of his body, as if he was overcome with a fever. Multiple fevers. All at once. His hands grip at your waist as though you were his sole lifeline, elongated claws tearing through your skirt with ease. His maw—
Oh, and his greedy, slobbering maw was wide open and mouthing at the swollen scent gland on the right side of your neck.
Toji’s needy canines finding your soft flesh and digging in—”All the better to eat you with, bunny.”
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“P-pussy…” Toji’s feral jaw hangs open, globule upon globule of saliva leaking from his lips and through the metal muzzle he was wearing. It drips down the front of his t-shirt until that useless fabric was drenched, and you could make out each curve of his prominent pecs.
Heaving as if he’d just ran a marathon as you lean back on your office desk and spread your legs all wide open, like a feast, wafting out the sweetest pheromones from between, like a dessert. His favorite.
He’s watching as your puffy folds open up like the cutest lil’ blossom, two glistening petals that he wanted to lick clean of that syrupy slick.
Hell- the mere scent of it was enough that he’s panting like a dog in heat.
As if hypnotized, as if a zombie, Toji’s dazedly leaning forwards—before you rest the tip of your high heel against his forehead. Pushing him right back where he came from, “Down, boy. Didn’t your momma ever teach you table manners?”
“Pussy-” He’s gripping onto either of your thighs with his roughened palms, “But- pussy.” Trying his very best to tug you forwards. “Need to taste that pretty pussy, bunnygirl- fuckin’ put her on my face, please.”
“Nuh uh, Toji.” Crossing your arms with a huff, “Honestly I should give you nothing n’ kick you out right now for crashing into my office like this-”
“Kick me out after—oh.” Toji’s damn lost for words as a glittery bead of slick gently drips out of you, it ends up on a pool in the desk- and he’s groaning at the fact that he can’t just surge over and lick it up right now.
Raising a brow, “And why should I?”
“B-because…” And Toji Fushiguro might be a wolf hybrid, but he’s peering up at you with such puppy eyes. Half-lidded eyes. Begging. Desperate. “Aw- n’ here I thought bunnies were the nice ones- won’t you hngh, give a poor, thirsty dog something sweet? Just one lil’ taste?”
“I dunno…” Grinning, “How thirsty?”
“So thirsty- so thirsty-” And with you loosening your heel on his head, he’s able to gluttonously plunge his sweaty face between your legs- just plunging and plunging. Craving and yearning. Gnawing down on the metal of his muzzle, and pressing its frigid texture against the front of your cunt. “This pussy- this pussy, oh, this pussy.”
The only thing on his fucking mind right now- he’s nudgin’ the metal restraints on his mouth against your folds. “Just one taste of her- I beg of you.” A primal sound rips from the back of Toji’s throat, and it’s enough to make every hair on your body stand on end. “Just one taste. Just- just one-” Just desperately lolling his lengthy tongue out and flicking it near the bars of his muzzle, where he’s but getting a single droplet of yours. “Fuck this damn thing- I’ll break through it if I have to- I’ll- I’ll—”
“Yes—?”
Shaking his black bangs out of his eyes, “I’ll kneel, I’ll beg-” He guessed he’d already accomplished the first two, Toji’s muzzle shoves against your puffy pussylips once more. “I’ll kill for it. I’ll die for it. I’ll eat this pussy out if it’s the only thing I can eat fer the rest of my life. I’ll keep this damn muzzle on and eat you out through this if I could-”
You throw head backwards with an arch, he was just aching—
“Then do it.”
And it’s all that Toji needs.
He doesn’t care if he’s wearing the canine muzzle anymore, he’s worked himself up into such a frenzy that all he needs is to throw your legs over his broad shoulders and kiss his puffy tongue against the bars.
Shoving his tastebuds through one of the gaps in the bars. Crushing his muzzle between your legs- “C’mon.” Toji’s spitting into your open cunt, grunting as he just barely manages to flick your wet slit with his tastebuds. Bangs ruffling as he delves even deeper—“C’mon- c’mon- c’mon-”
After each determined pant of his, the wolf hybrid was bullying his muzzled face even deeper between your legs. An entirely new sensation with the way the cold metal was massaging your cunt, “O-oh, you really meant it, huh?”
And he doesn’t even answer.
You don’t think he even hears.
Nothing in his gone, rut-filled mind right about now but the problem of how he was finally going to taste you- and that’s when a sudden thought occurs to him.
Flattening his tastebuds against the muzzle, Toji’s somehow able to lick down the slit of your pussy. Moving his head in a loooooong up n’ down drag, he lets your juices fall all over his tongue and moans- “Pussy.”
Your skin erupts in goosebumps at the quivering tone of his voice, something oh-so-unsteady in it that makes your natural instincts scream at you.
Oh, but your body?
Your body was bouncing up into Toji’s avid movements as if you were hypnotized by his tongue—“O-oh my god? How are you even managing to- fuck, it feels so good.” Shrilling out, your hamstring start to ache with how badly you were trying to get his tongue to go even deeper. Harder.
And you don’t even have to voice your concerns- because Toji’s slightly unlatching his mouth from your pussy and sniffing at the air.
He could smell your need in your pheromones, he could smell it on your pussy. In no time, he was dragging you in by the waist until you’re being teetered on the very edge of the table. Slithering that long, slimy tongue alllll across your front- “Pussy.” He pants his mantra out, the buttony knob of his thumb coming up to press down on your clit then. “M’t-tasting your…”
“Pussy- that’s right.” You’re babbling out, once more being jerked forwards by the needy man. “And that isn’t enough to soothe your thirst, Toji?” Not that you ever wanted him to stop.
“Fuck- you call that a taste?” He sounds almost offended, and you could tell- oh, you could tell that the real Toji Fushiguro wouldn’t be doing those cute lil’ kittenish licks at your folds. He wouldn’t just be teasing your sensitive core with these laps.
He was a wolf hybrid with a large bite. He wanted more.
Much, much more.
And by the way that those crescent fingernails of his were starting to dig at your sides, you could tell that Toji’s restraint was starting to wane. Slowly straining. Ebbing away.
Eating you out through that doggy muzzle, the more he’s crashing its metal fringes against your cunt- the more desperate he’s becoming to actually taste you. To plaster those pretty lips of yours against his entire face like he wanted to, “You call that ‘nough to satiate a thirst? You call- fuck, m’stil fucking dehydrated, bunny.” Pryin’ aside your folds to stare at your glistening hole, “And yer leaking all over.”
Your heeled feet twitch, “Are you saying you don’t want to-”
“No.”
Toji Fushiguro has never sounded more serious in his entire life.
He’s urgently soothing his sizzlin’ tastebuds against the front of your core, “No no no no no-” Furiously motioning his head as if to make up for even the mere notion that he wouldn’t have this anymore. “I would never say that- never, fuck, a pussy like this and you think m’just gonna give her up so easily?”
Then the bars of his muzzle rub against your sensitive clit and make you gasp, “Then what-”
“M’just saying that m’thirsty, mama.” Toji growls, hooking his thick thumb on the inside of your entrance. He’s using his mean tip to stretch-stretch-streeeetch you widely open - so close and yet so far. “Predator-type hybrids have a laaaaarge appetite, y’know that, bunny?” He’s probin’ his stare up at you, watching your every lewd expression. “Heh, I could eat a cute lil’ bunny like you right up- so look at her.”
Spitting. You’re whining at the sudden impact, and Toji damn near does, too, as he looks down upon the mess he made n’ won’t be able to lick right up.
“And look at me.” The mesh of his muzzle scratches a carnal itch that you didn’t even know you had, “Fucking look at me.” There’s a certain way that he says it - as if his voice had suddenly veered octaves higher without control. As if he was shaking. As if he’d just gone crazed. “Can’t you see that m’acting like a damn dog here?”
Making you dizzy with both his filthy words and his filthy movements, “Oh, fuck- you really are-”
Dragging his handsome face on the sheeny insides of your thighs, he was just so close but so far. Begging. “My bunnygirl- my pretty bunny- pretty girl-” Canines peeking out, “What do you want me to do? What can I do to get ya to hop on my face n’ let me taste it?”
Your heart races at the way you had the Toji Fushiguro babbling for your pussy like this - if anyone else could see him right about now then they’d faint. “Then—” He’s excitedly bucking against your leg, humping his throbbing erection on your calf. “-bark like you want it.”
Toji Fushiguro’s mouth drops.
Toji Fushiguro’s hulking body twitches. Processing what you’d just told him.
And then he opens his scarred mouth and—lets out a low, growling bark.
Oh, you’ve never been wetter.
Still reeling with the sound in your ears - oh, you almost wish you’d recorded it - you’re mindlessly reaching a hand out and unhooking Toji’s muzzle. The most juvenile of locks that’d kept him barred. The easiest fix, now falling to the floor.
At least, you think it falls to the floor.
You honestly don’t see anything past unhooking the muzzle lock- before Toji’s on your cunt with his mouth, his lips, his fingers.
Two thrusts with his watering tastebuds, another thrust with his pointed index.
“Hold still.” It’s all you hear before your body arches at the sheer thickness of his tongue shoving past your swollen pussylips and fucking your hole raw. Ravenous. His slicked tip swabs against your insides, and you could feel each nubbed tastebud dragging against your every orifice.
And how could you not move? You’re being thrust forwards with the pressure - just the slightest few inches - but even that seemed to be too much for the wolf hybrid. He’s pinning his free hand down on your thigh…“Hold still.”
In and out. In and out
Toji isn’t even warming up- hell, he isn’t even taking the time to breathe before he shoves himself nose-deep between your jittery legs.
Like he wouldn’t even mind suffocating, he’s eating you out like a man that’d been starved for eons.
“P-pussy—” Toji echoes out his very same mantra, and you honestly don’t know which one of you was more gone by this point.
Gulping in each sweet, sweet ounce of your slobber- “So this is what you taste like.” His tone cracks on that little sentence, “This is what wh-what your pussy feels like against my lips.” The breathy exhale that leaves him is almost reverent, it buzzes against your tender folds and you’re shrilling out at the shockwaves of pleasure. “What the fuck she tastes so- sweet.”
Your eyes snap open, and you’re staring down at the flushed man. “Sweet?”
“I can see your cute bunny ears twitching- heh, you like that.”
You’re whining as he drags you closer, until you’re almost resting fully on his face, only for him to take deeper whiffs of your cunt.
“And s’not just the rut, she just smells so damn good, too.” Toji blabbers out, not letting a single slick wad escape his ravenous mouth. With the crowned tops of his fingers, he’s smearing apart your hole. “And she sounds so- uh huh- whatever you say, kitty.” As if in the middle of a conversation, he’s nodding and spitting down another sticky web on your core.
With his upper lip glued to the top of your entrance, he’s alternating between letting his fingers and his tongue shovel inside—
“Kitty’s sayin’ she’s never met another like me, either.”
“Now you’re just b-boasting.” Sobbing out. Nose pressing against your clit, he’s using this lecherous position to breathe in the cute bunny pheromones wafting from you.
“So fuckin’ sweet.” More to himself than anything, “It should be illegal to have such a pretty pussy- is this, fuck, some sorta test?”
“If this was a test, then you’d have failed a long time ago.” You’re letting your chin hit your chest, gazing down at Toji’s ministrations. He was thrusting his tongue so rapidly into your entrance that it looked like nothing but a needy, pinkish blur between your legs. Almost experimenting, you ask him. “Bark again, Toji?” And he does- oh, he does. Grinding against your legs as he shoved himself even deeper. “I th-thought you wanted only one taste?”
But the man beneath you only seems to smile, “Oh, I did just have one taste.” And he’s waiting for you to get just a lil’ stupider on his velvety tongue, “This is one taste.” He presses a wiiiidely opened kiss against your cunt, hot and wet. “And this is one more.” With the audacity to press another. “And one more-” And another. “Oooone more-” Another.
“Should’ve kept that muzzle on you…” You’re wailing, not meaning it a single bit. You both know that that muzzle wouldn’t have stopped him for a single second.
Thrash after vicious thrash, before you’re aching to have him reach your g-spot- and Toji, it seems, senses this.
Because just then, he’s pulling back his prolonged tongue with such a weeeeeeeeeet slurp.
“And you’re leaking all over- do bunnies like water?”
Just to make sure, Toji bubbles out yet another wad of saliva that gently splats down on your cunt. Rubbin’ along the wetness of it, he’s using it as lubrication to try and fit three entire fingers inside of you.
Inch by solid inch.
The rotund areas of his joints driving you positively wild, they’re opening up every hidden orifice inside of you. Whether inside or outside, not matter how much you try to clench or buck or whine—your cunt gobbles Toji’s fingers up with a wet sluuuuuurp. “If not, better plug her up then.” His wide tongue flops out to catch the speckles of slick that kept splashin’ out, “More f’me- oh, this pussy.”
“Shit- stretching me out so much.” You’re seeing white as his ridged digits scour their way inside, stretching your elastic channel out wiiiiide. “You’re seriously- three?”
“Four.”
Of course, a fourth finger was mazin’ its way inside now - tugging aside your bloated folds so that he could slickly slide along your walls with the rest of them. Everywhere that Toji had mapped out with his tongue earlier, he was now fully committing to memory with his fingers.
“Hafta.” He gurgles out, dry humping your leg whilst he eats you out. “If she’s gonna take my knot then I need- hah, at least four.”
Your eyes damn near bulge out of your scalp, “Your knot is…seriously that big? How can one even th-think of fitting it-”
“Well, yer gonna be the first.”
“Oh—” Head throwing back, you’re bawling out at the constant rhythmic thump-thump-thump of him reaching every hidden spot and cranny. And like a damn dog in heat, he’s lapping and lapping away his sticky tongue on top of your clit. “M’not gonna last-”
Those pinkish tastebuds covered with a glazy layer of saliva and slick, with ribbons that always connect you to him. “Mmmm—”
He’s flexing his tongue down to juuuust press on your knobbly clit, and the pleasure is so much that Toji has to hold you down with his second hand on your thighs. Slithering all the way to the back of your ass so that he can grope you, “Sit down, bunny.” Such a mean command- whilst the inches of Toji’s fingers were scouring inside your walls to find…your g-spot. Easily.
He wastes no time directly pinpointing that particular spot and stroking it with his fingers.
Well—bashing it, more likely.
Because Toji was meeeeeean with his movements, he was impatient. He could feel you growing wetter and wetter- and took it upon himself to hit your g-spot feverishly. Pushing, poking, probing. “Heh, what a magical spot…fuck.” Jaw unhinging even wider open, he just couldn’t stop kissing your wet pussy. “Magical magical pussy- oh, I love you, kitty.”
“T-Toji—” With a twitch, you’re clawing at his sweaty scalp. “Don’t think m’gonna last very soon- actually, I think m’gonna-”
“Awww, how cute-” He eyes the way you’re shivering all over on his tongue, “-the bunny hops.”
“F-fuck off—fuck!”
Jaw dropping.
Head turning dizzy.
Your voice shatters into a million tones as you’re finally reaching your high, white-hot pleasure bursting behind your eyelids. Pulse thundering, it felt as though your entire body was burning up- almost as hot as Toji’s was.
His sizzling tongue, his scorching fingers that pushed n’ pushed n’ pushed away at your g-spot to drag you through your incredible high.
“C’mon, kitty kitty~” The wolf hybrid whispers between your folds, plump lips wrapping around your clit and streeeeeetching out that sensitive nub. “Be nice to ‘er, mmm, give her a good one.” With each movement between your legs, Toji’s only growing greedier to take over your orgasm - make sure that it’s giving you the utmost pleasure
“It already feels so- oh.” And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, Toji’s second hand is lifting off of your bottom to pinch your clit meanly.
Making you genuinely shake through your wave of bliss-
“C’mon c’mon c’mon-” His fingers plummet in thoroughly, hooking up to leave a few cute bruises on the roof of your cunt. “-gotta get ‘er loosened reeeeal nicely, have her stretched out to- to take my knot.”
Just the mere mention of that is making you sputter, and you’re finally managing to blink your teary eyes open as the strongest of your high peters out. The aftermath of it still shook you to your core, but at least you can manage to speak- “The knot that is…f-four fingers big, Toji?”
“Well…” As he was eating you out, Toji was still humping your calf. “-s’still gonna be a bit of a biiiig stretch with four fingers. But you can take it, can’t you, mama?”
Oh…
And when he’s sure that your orgasm has completely passed, when he’s sure he can no longer feel your cunt quivering with the peaks of your high, when he’s sure he’s overstimulated you by thrusting into you for just a bit longer—Toji’s pulling his fingers out of you and unlatching his mouth with a sopping mwah!
You’re trembling at the sudden loss of him filling you up.
Toji takes one look at his thick, slick-glazed fingers- and he’s plunging them between his scarred lips and slurping off the excess remnants. “Mmmm, can’t let a single drop go to waste.” That said, Toji’s finally - finally - rising from his kneeling position on the floor.
All tall and strong and needy.
A predator that’d finally cornered his prey.
He’s yanking his t-shirt off. He’s whipping his belt off.
He’s so damn tight in his boxers that he actually has to stick a thumb over the hemline of his baggy pants and put some force- pulling it down. Boxers and all.
And oh.
Oh.
You can’t help but let your eyes widen, jaw dropping.
You weren’t getting out of this alive, were you?
The very moment that he’s freed from his boxers, Toji’s aching hot length springs out and hits his chiselled abs with a smack! Smearing a long, long line of pre that you almost wanted to reach out and smear- his red-hot tip was sensitive enough that just your stare makes him twitch.
He just kept on droolin’ away the milky lines of his sap.
All the way from his flared mushroom tip throbbing rapidly, down the zig-zagging veins that puffed out proudly, down to the tuft of curly hairs that ended at his base, his ballsack. And already, you could see an extra extra thickness formulating at Toji’s hilt, where his knot was bound to grow.
And was that—
You gasp, “Toji, your boxers are drenched in white-”
“I know.” He grunts out, as if it pained him. Though the slight smirk on his face told an entirely different story, his rugged thumb wafts over the few pearls of white dappling his length. “I know- that kitty made me cum just by eating her out. How’s that for a needy dog?”
Oh, fuck.
All nine inches of him (hell, likely even ten if you measured properly) was achingly hot and pulsating to be inside of you. This very second.
Looking up at him - naked, needy - after staring down for so long made quite the difference. You’re remembering just how intimidating this wolf hybrid is. And something revealed in the pheromones you’d given off makes him crack a sultry smirk. “C’mere bunny.”
Instinctually, your body’s lurching backwards for escape-
Only for Toji to grasp your rabbit ears using one of his hands, dragging you off the table with them.
“M-my ears!” You’re yelping, though not quite in pain, rather…something else entirely. Clawing up at Toji’s strong forearms as he’s twisting you ‘round by the ears, making your front face the table, his erection pushed up against your ass.
Thick and throbbing.
You could feel the way he was throbbing furiously as your heated pussylips splashed slick all over him. “Such finicky creatures, always wanna run. Don’t you know that you won’t be able to outrun me?”
“Toji, mm, don’t you know that my ears a s-sensitive?” Even now, the slightest rub against them made you lose your mind, and Toji - that bastard - was running his calloused thumb all down the soft insides of your ears. Driving you positively wild—
“Ears schmears.” Rolling his eyes with a gruff grunt, he guides a second hand to cup his thickened hilt. Smearing apart your swollen folds with it, he’s sandwiching himself in with your cunt. “Don’t think I don’t know how horny ya get when I pull on ‘em a little, bunny.”
“Horny?” You gape.
“Mhmm—think I can’t smell it on ya?” As if to prove his point, his nostrils flare to heave in your saturated sunny lavender scent - and it’s like the more volume he’s intaking, the rougher he becomes, the more he’s rutting against that wet pussy of yours. “I can—fuck, I can. That day in class-”
Pushing his veiny shaft right up against your geysering orifice, just the slightest change in angle and he’d be stuffing you full with no mercy. “Oh, fuck-”
“I could smell it on ya, so fucking strong- you got so damn soaked that you were practically announcing it to the class that cute Miss Bunny liked to be thrown around.” Dragging and draaaaagging his hot, sloppy cock against your front. “She liked to be manhandled a little. Liked it rough- and that kitty of hers likes it even more.”
Bawling, “P-please, Toji.”
“And guess what?”
“What?”
“I would’ve killed any other bastard that found out about it.”
Your ears twitch in his grasp, and he’s leaning down to press a slight kiss on top of them. Something that makes you utter out, “No one knows- hck! no one but you.”
“Good.” You could practically hear the grin in his voice, the way his plump cockhead only seemed to throb even bigger. “Because I have a secret of my own, bunnygirl.”
“What’s that?”
“That day was exactly what threw me into rut.”
Oh.
And before you know it, you’re being spearheaded by Toji’s massive cock- swirlin’ his tip around the outer rim of your hole a few times. Around and aroooooound until your pupils are whirling in much the same way in the whites of your eyes.
Sliding his sultry way between those puffy lips of yours and inside—
“Oh.” Toji’s scarred mouth gapes open, Toji’s muscular body wracks with such powerful shivers. In a split-second - so fast that you don’t think he’s even thinking about it - he has one had white-knuckling those damn sensitive ears of yours. “O-ohhhhh, wait a minute. Hold on, bunnygirl.”
And then he’s snapping his toned hips to yours with such force that it sends you springing further up on your desk, sending important documents fluttering and falling all around you.
Scrambling to hold onto something for dear life, “Oh my god-”
“I said fuckin’ hold on.”
“But I didn’t-”
But when Toji Fushiguro tells you to hold you, you better know that he means it - otherwise you’re finding yourself simply drooling on the size of his monstrous cock, being limply manhandled downwards with one hand of his on your waist, and the other on your ears.
Grabbing those silky appendages and using it to yank you down- “Where’s the rush, little bunny?” And you could’ve sworn that Toji’s words were slurring, they were stumbling over one another. Scalding hot breath wafting your neck, right where your tender scent glands throbbed. “Got somewhere to be? Don’t run from the big, bad wolf, little bunny.”
“Oh my- ngh.” With another inch shovelled deep into your orifice - Toji doesn’t care whether you’re struggling to take him right about now, doesn’t care whether your sultry cunt was bulging with the size of him already.
He had one hand on your ears tuggin’ you back and forth like a ragdoll, meeting your hips with rude—hard hammer. Push after push.
Barely even proper thrusts, to be honest, you had Toji’s mind scrambled with just the slightest clench of your raw pussy. And he was fucking shaking as he held onto your body - for dear life, just as you were, not that he’d damn admit it - rutting against you like a damn dog. And he panting, too, as if he’s run a mile and suddenly his slick drool was pouring out in bucketloads against the side of your throat. “Come and play- hah, I’ve heard that bunnies like it quick and hard but come n’ play with the big, bad wolf a little…”
“And how m’I supposed to play when you do it like-” You’re whining at the sudden tug at your ears once more, not fully under his lecherous use to keep you bouncing back on his cock. “-this, ngh?”
“Why…don’t you know that wolves like it a little rough?”
And just as roughly as he swabbin’ away at your insides with his length, that velvety tip of his was just curved perfectly to push into even your tiniest orifice. To stretch you wide open. To bury himself even deeper even though you were sure his sheer size couldn’t.
And the more inches that were finding its way stuffed deeeeeep inside your pussy, the more and more that Toji was losing his composure.
“Little bunny- oh, my bunny—” As if it was his own personal mantra, or he was a broken record player on repeat.
Toji was so damn pussydrunk with only a few vicious thrusts, that he didn’t even like the way your body would bounce away with the recoils of his thrusts. And he’s pinning you down with everything he can- hell, he’s hiking up one of his meaty thighs to rest on the top platform of your desk and probing.
Muttering, almost to himself with how breathy and quiet it was. “Come back t’me- don’t run away- oh, don’t run away.” A few more inches find themselves mazing between your gummy walls, and your eyes roll back from the stretch. Still not properly bottomed-out yet. “The resistance- fuck, I’ve gotta get rid of this resistance.”
Because your entrance juuuust big enough for him to do a valiant job in trying to fit inside. And he needed it to be bigger. Needed you to fit more…
“C’mon- this pussy.” Toji’s struck with the idea to snake his left hand between your trembling legs, swiping away at your pulsating clit. “K-kiiiiitty, her cute clit didn’t feel neglected by me, did she?” Scissoring you wider open, he giggles at the way they almost look like bunny ears. “Oh, my apologies, mama, now m’here and you just-” Each word punctuated with the more precise thwack! of his hips, “-have- to- take it, alright?”
“Take it take it take it-” Babbling away, you’re just fucked so utterly stupid on his cock by now.
“So you’re gonna take it all?” And it was a serious question. It was a question that could honestly break Toji Fushiguro right now- fuck, when did he get so weak? “Take it so that you can t-take my knot, too?”
“Oh—” So that’s what he’d been carnally hankering for this entire time, “It’s j-just so much—” You’re blabbering out, throat feeling as if it was cracking underneath all the pressure. In your hazy vision, you’re seeing stars as the wolf hybrid starts plunging his reddened tip against that favorite spot. The rotund end of his shaft tapping at your insides, sliding his velvety inches all inside and inside and inside. “Oh my god, there’s so much- what if I can’t fit your-”
“So much?” Toji breathes out a chuckle, “So much? Bunny, if this is so much- then I don’t wanna know how full you’ll feel when I finally fuck you pregnant.”
You gawp, “You’re gonna fuck me pregnant-”
“Patience, bunny, no need to beg. Of course, I am.” The audacity of him- to twist your words and then have a snicker about it. Before a staggering probe of his length leaves you utterly speechless, “But before that we’ve still got a loooong way to go, don’t you know?”
Clawing at your desk, though the effort was futile. You could feel yourself slipping down his fat cock even deeper, with such lecherous squelches. “But y-you’re a wolf, and I’m a rabbit. I don’t know how it’ll even fit-”
“Oh, it’ll fit.”
He sounded oh-so-sure of himself, and you weren’t sure how - especially for a wolf hybrid that was currently rabid on your cunt. Ravenous for it.
Blushing, perspiring, swearing any time you clenched too hard.
But soon enough you’re getting your answer either way, because Toji’s giving a good swat at your clit- planting a final half-thrust between your legs before he’s finally bottoming out.
Finally.
“See…see?” He hisses through his teeth, canines bared and drooling right above your scent glands. “Who did you fuckin’ think I am- see? Told you I’ll make it fit.” Toji didn’t fucking care if you were still getting used to the feeling of him poking at your lungs, because he was already moving.
Already pounding you dizzy.
Already snapping his eyes down at your cunt and smiling at the way your folds were puckering whenever he pulled out and in. Taking him sloppily. Every inch of him. All the way from his slicked-up mushroom tip, and doooooown to his veiny hilt. His knot hadn’t started to formulate just yet, but he guessed that it would be soon. “Said you won’t be able to take me but you did—tha’s my girl.”
“Your girl- your girl, mmm.” All you can do at this point is surrender to the way that his pointed jackhammers felt, the force so hard that it was lifting your feet off the floor.
“See how- fuck- well you’re taking me? See how yer made to be fucked full- by me? Stuffed with all my kids, fuck?” Toji grunts out, emptying his gluey wads of pre at your cervix. “Don’t hop away from me, cute lil’ bunny- fuck back into your Toji—yes.” Just so rough that your hips were quivering after each movement, even the slightest gyration back.
You could genuinely feel the vibrations of him bottoming-out with a hollow thud! at the very bottom of your pussy, “Do you feel me at your throat?” Burrowing his bruising tip in hard—“At your brain? Shuffling that pretty lil’ head of y-yours around, am I?”
“Oh my- ngh.” Shaking, you’re feeling so limp by now.
“Yeahhh, proved my point.”
He still had that one hand down on your clit, getting drenched in the arousal that kept on spraying out of you. “S’okay, mama, you don’t have to think about anything but- ngh, baby names right now- ya hear me?”
Absent-mindedly babbling, “Baby…names…”
And that’s when he’s dragging you so far back by your bunny tears that your spine is arching into him- head against Toji’s prominent collarbone, your spittle coming out like a waterfall, your cunt being impaled by his thick length and ending up…right at your g-spot.
“Oh fuh-fuck—!” You’re keening, body flailing almost out of control had you not been pinned down by Toji’s hefty weight.
“Oh, fuh-fuck?” He’s saying, and it takes you a few more vulgar thrusts to realize that he’d just repeated what you said. Toji’s lower lip juts out in a mocking pout, “I don’t think s’a a good name for a baby, bunnygirl- too inappropriate, ngh, no?”
You’re gritting your teeth, cursing his mean words out in your mind - at least, whatever rational part of it was left. Using that, you’re still able to get your hips to fuck back into his- the flared line of his slit just perfectly rubbin’ against your sweetest spots. “Oh- r-right there, Toji.”
Again and again.
It’s a pleasure that’s so overwhelming that you almost don’t hear his distant scoff- “Toji?” And you’re almost about to ask what was wrong before- “Mmm, but that’s my name, bunny, and you really wanna give it to our kid?”
“I’m going to fucking kill y-”
“Or maybe Toji Junior?” Toji crinkles his nose in thought, as if he wasn’t properly ravaging and ravaging your goopy insides until they felt all red and raw. “Hmmm…not a fan- what else have ya got up in that- ngh, pretty mind of yours, mama?” With absolutely no warning, the hand that’d been drawing circles at your clit suddenly piiiiinches that nub.
Drags it all out until you’re just shrilly whining, “Fuck, I think it’s coming-” And then comes out a garbled mess of moans and tears as you’re flashing through to your second high of the night.
This one comes to you suddenly, without any of the blissful crackles that usually preceded your orgasms - but you had to admit that this one was the strongest. The hardest. The sloppiest one you’ve ever encountered in your entire life.
You were so wet that even the slightest clench draws out a dampened sluuuurp from your pussy, piping out in dewdrops of cum that cling onto Toji’s shaft. His blushin’ hot tip reaches into your every corner, somehow bashing your g-spot exactly in time with your peaks.
“Mmm, bless you, bunny.” He’s replying, somewhat belatedly to your mess of noises. And even over the smacking of skin, you hear the exact moment that Toji’s coming to the realization. “Bless- blessing, oh—I think I have the perfect baby name, mm, bunnygirl.”
Blinking your teary eyes behind you, “And- and that is?”
“Megumi.”
You can’t deny that the thought of an actual baby name sends shivers down your spine, and you don’t need to think much of it before you’re looking over your shoulder and begging- “I-inside, Toji.” Sliding one of your hands down your front in emphasis, “Cum inside me if you want that- ngh, then…”
“Fucking hell-”
It’s just then with a few vicious plunges that Toji’s cumming, too.
Stripe after stripe of his aching hot seed, it empties out in multiple layers against the back of your pussy. And you’re not sure whether you’re seeing white because of the sheer ecstacy or the sheer volume of him.
It’s so hot.
So wet.
Such sappy ribbons that lacquer a second gluey skin ‘round your channel, you can feel it splosh around you even with the tiniest movements. Thump-thump-thumped into your orifices inside by his cock.
He’s pumping out so many wads that they end up overspilling your cunt with almost no effort, a few dewy droplets that Toji has to scoop inside using his thickened thumb. “Fucking hell, you’re just begging to be fucked pregnant, aren’t you?” Snarling, he drives his hips even faster. “From the very beginning- begging to let me fill this kitty? Begging to be all r-roooooound and glowing with my child-”
You grab at the mahogany wood in front of you and he’s dragging you back-
“Begging to not leave this damn office until you’re carrying my child, hm?”
“Yes-” You gasp, “Yes yes yes yes—”
“Then get pregnant.” Toji grunts out, holding onto you- he moves on from your ears to grab at your fluffy tail and draaaaag you back, “Get pregnant get pregnant- get- fuck, you’re not thinking about tapping out yet, are you?”
Lolling your head against the table, in a puddle of your own drool. “N-no?”
“Good. Because I need you to say one thing, bun-”
“And what is-”
“Knot.”
“Kn-ngh…” You can’t even finish that damned syllable—not when Toji’s then squeezing in the plump growth at his base like that. That firmness you’d been feeling pressed up against your cunt this entire time? That was none other than his knot.
Pushing and pushing.
Probing.
“C’mon- say it.” Toji reaches up a hand from your clit, lugging open your mouth. “Breathe in. breathe out. And saaaaaay it- knot.” Smushing your cheeks open, “Open yer mouth up real wide like this- yeah, now open those legs up real wide, too.”
“It’s actually fitting in-”
“Easy there- eeeeeasy there, don’t run.”
Sobbing out at the carnal stretch, “Knot- fuck—” Your eyes roll to the back of your head- you thought that Toji was big earlier, but you’d never felt anything like this. His rotund swelling, throbbing as he squeezes it inside of you with a wet plop! “You just made me take your-”
“Bet’cha never had something like this, hm? Now we know s’taking, bun.” He hums, tapping at the completely stuffed orifice of your cunt, filled to the brim, stuffed to every inch. “All safe n’ sound- but…”
“But?” Still trying to catch your breath.
“But if it doesn’t take right now…heh, well-”
And before you know it, Toji’s reached over to gnaw his long canines down your scent glands. He’s pricking his sharp edges against the soft tissue, tearing into them, biting into them. Your scent is his and his scent is yours, completely infused: mates, as it went.
All before he’d even finished his program, Toji’s saturated air puffs out of his own scent glands- body still frenzied, almost as if he was looking to go into overdrive—“-I read somewhere that you bunnies can go at it two-hundred times a day.”
You really weren’t making it out of this alive.
.
.
.
Graduation Day of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.
“It’s odd that madam bunny is late-”
“And on arguably the most important day of the program, too-”
“I hope she’s alright.” Ijichi looks nervously around the training field, as if willing you to manifest from behind a bush or so any second now. It was almost unnerving being here when you weren’t, always the first in class, always there to greet them.
Utahime herself was wringing her hands as she let her class mill about for the first portion of the day, peering at the building and the entrance from time to time. “Maybe…maybe we should just get on with it.” She says, much to the shock and disappointment of the class. A pondering silence falls over the beautiful day, “Perhaps she’s running late and shall get here before the graduation ceremony is over-”
“Maybe we should have someone call her residence and find out whether something’s wrong?” Surprisingly, it’s Ijichi that pipes up.
“Yeah, do that-”
“Oh maybe we should at the reception-”
“Oh, alright.” Utahime hums, “I’ll go call her, Ijichi you’re in charge of the class until I-”
“I’m here—!”
Ah, there. Ijichi smiles to himself in satisfaction, so there was really no need to call you anymore.
Now you could carry on with the graduation as you were meant to, you could hand over the certificates, you could shake their hands with that pretty smile of yours, you could- you could speed-walk up to them with a certain wolf-hybrid on a leash.
Ijichi’s eyes damn near bulge out of his skin—a certain wolf hybrid on a leash?
Yes, the next time you’re walking back to your program, it’s with Toji Fushiguro on a leash.
The whispers burst out instantly-
“Oh my god- is that…someone certainly graduated alright.”
“So they have that kind of relationship? Look at the bite marks on her neck-”
“Wait, why is seeing the big, bad wolf all tame like this kinda…”
“Sorry I’m late.” You’re announcing, slightly out-of-breath with the added weight of your new companion. You’re twisting your hands in the tough material of the leash, one end of it held by you, and the other attached to the brand-new red collar wrapped around Toji’s neck.
His lightly grunting underneath his breath when you tug, snarling through his oh-so-favorite muzzle. And even the restraint wasn’t enough to stop some of the attendees from taking a step or two back, “A little someone was a bit…distracted and didn’t want to come to graduation- I convinced him, though. But I had to bring him in like this, ah- y’know.” They look at your slightly-trembling legs, they look at your glowing beauty, they look at the garish bonding mark on the side of your throat…and they can already guess what type of distraction that had been.
Oblivious to the roar of whispers (almost) you’re looking from your stunned class to your stunned colleague, her lips parted. “So it was a mating ritual—oh my god Shoko owes me two thousand yen.” Utahime reaches for her phone to call up Shoko this time, babbling something about coming down to the field right now.
“That’s not what you should be asking.” Toji pipes up for the first time, making nearly everyone freeze in place at his rough baritone.
In amusement, his tail swishes- his hand reaches up to your marked throat, your swollen scent glands (no longer covered), “Easy boy.”
“M’just saying.” Before finally coming at rest in front of you, in front of just where he’d filled that pretty womb of yours last night. “There are better questions to be asking now, heh.”
“L-like what?” Ijichi, bravely, is the only one to ask.
Oh, poor Ijichi…
“Like ‘boy or girl?’”
A/N. Two Toji fics in a (not quite) row?! GAAAAAASP- also I wrote this between an 18-hour powercut erm.
Synopsis. Do you want to change the world? Do you see those poor, endangered hybrids and wish you could do something to help them? Join us now at www.HYBRIDBR33DINGPROGRAM,69 to help your hot local hybrids put a baby in you!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, hybrids AU, pheromones, knots, bréeding, FÉRAL JJK men, matíng presses, fuII neIsons, fíngering, spítting, p talking, p sIapping, chokíng, HEADLOCKS, aIpha!Toji, manhandIing, making it fit, creampíes, marathons, Iactation (Sukuna), mates, dúmbifícatíon, cúmfIation, cúmpIay, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Tony’s backkkk with delicious things piled up for you babygirls heheh-
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Wolf
“So now I have to warn you-” You’re turning your head towards the primly-dressed lady that was leading you through the maze of corridors.
She’d been the first to meet with you after weeks of interviews and medical exams and waiting around the telephone ever since you’d entered…the program. Your match-maker, almost. With an appointment finally set up, you made your way through the official-looking building.
Listening to her intently as she debriefed you on the hybrid you’d been set up with. “-the hybrid we have paired you with, according to your sheet and your scent vials, is a wolf hybrid.” She looks at you closely, “An alpha wolf hybrid.”
Your heart races, “Oh.”
“And as you may know, alpha wolves are quite known for their…intense…ruts.” The two of you stopped before a tall door, it almost looked like a hotel entrance. “But the thing is- with this speciman, Toji, you’re the first one he’s ever accepted during his rut.”
“Oh.”
She rattles off something about how your scent was the only one he’s ever reacted to, how ever since then he’d been dying to meet you. Thrown into the throes of his rut all over again, practically. Clawing at the walls. Restless.
And before you know it, the door is opening and you’re being ushered inside. Left alone. With him.
Toji’s feverish body is on you immediately.
He’s gasping you in. Gnawing on your neck. Pressing his hips against yours like he was trying to meld your two bodies together—
“Oh, pretty doll…” The straight line of his nose drag-drag-draaaags down the side of your scent glands, huffin’ in your sweetened scent. “Pretty, pretty doll.” Breath hitching, Toji pins you harder against the wall and you feel something so long and rock-fucking-hard crush up against your front. “Do you have any fucking idea how long I’ve been waitin’ for ya? I could smell you the second you stepped in the building- fuck, damn near broke down these walls to find ya myself.”
“O-oh.” Your eyes almost bulge out of your skull as you get an impression of his sheer size. Tall. Hulking. He really was a wolf hybrid through and through, tail swishing impatiently behind him. “You’re so…big.”
So swollen with need that the mere feeling of your warm body made him twitch.
And the thing is- he could smell your cute cunt getting wetter. Guttural voice whispering against your ear, “And you’re not walking outta here until you take every single inch.”
In just a few split-seconds, you’re on the bed by the corner of the room. You’re on all fours. You’re being pushed down by one of his clawed hands knobbled on top of your scalp, manhandling you.
His giddy weight hovers over you, rasping to himself. “Won’t be- hah, walking outta here at all, actually.” His abs plaster against your back as he leans over to kiss down the line of your spine. “Gonna- fuck, make you forget how to walk.” Smooch after sultry smooch. Open-mouthed. “Gonna hafta fuckin’ carry you outta here- oh, m’gonna ruin you, mama.”
You’re squealing at the top of your lungs when his fingers slither down to tear off your sticky panties. Weavin’ the fabric between his digits, he brings it up to his flared nostrils and sniffs.
A great, big whiff that makes Toji’s scarred mouth drop into a soft ‘oh.’
“F-fuck-” He’s wrenching out a primal grunt, just catching sight of your glistening hole. “Oh my-”
Cutting himself off by spitting down onto your wettened pussy, the line of saliva smacks against your slit and drips down in a puddle.
And he wasn’t just spitting from behind - Toji was drooling. A thin line of it trickling down the side of his curved lips as he immediately spreads your sheeny thighs, immediately ruts against the folds of your cunt.
Immediately let his thick, globular tip start swipin’ his way inside your pussy.
“Oh-oh my god…” Toji’s head falls once he starts easing inside, husky baritone breaking mid-sentence. And your toes curl at the incredible feeling of his plump, puckered tip squeezing all inside your snug entrance. Shoving inside. Bullying inside. You clench and you think he damn near shivers- “Wait o-ohhhh, go easy on me, lil’ omega.”
“Omega?” You’re questioning, “You can tell?”
“Oh fuck, I don’t even know right now, doll- just hold on- let me…” The gluey surroundings of your cunt were just sucking him up. Swallowing. Each heavy inch being slid inside—and Toji wasn’t just thrusting, he was rutting.
Just to fit inside. Just to feel more n’ more of your velvety walls sucking him up - you swear you can feel the exact moment the line of his swollen tip grazes your g-spot and Toji himself breaks.
“Oh my god- fuck, oh my god, it can feel this good?” His stern lips wobble, that sleazy smile from before nowhere to be seen now. And there’s a slight tinge of madness in his voice, one that makes his gruff tone pitch higher.
And suddenly you’re being reminded that this was the first ever time that he’s spent his rut with anyone.
He was just so sensitive. “No- no, that should be fuckin’ illegal.” Toji grabs the back of your neck and pulls you back into his vein-covered cock. “It can’t be- it c-can’t—”
Letting your drippin’ wet pussy sloppily sluuuuurp back into his long, long length. Toji has the audacity to swipe the pair of panties in his hands down where your syrupy wetness was smearing. Drenching it just a lil’.
Before bringing it back up to his nose and sniffing, hazy peripherals rolling to the back of his head. He spreads apart his meat thighs even further and moans out as he pushes. “Who the fuck let you hold out on me for this long, huh?”
He was going crazy. He was drilling into you like a madman.
Again and again and again.
Not even waiting for you to adjust. Not even faltering. Heavy, half-thrusts to open up every drivelling orifice inside your cunt. To pinpoint even your tiniest hidden spots with his strawberry-red divot- fuck, it was almost like he was out of control.
So was this what it felt like to be…pussydrunk?
Toji feels you slipping away with the recoil of his jackhammers and he uses his inhuman strength to jerk you back up to him.
You’re choking out, “I wasn’t- fuck.” You’re grabbing ahold of the silken sheets, bucking your hips stupidly into his. The lewdest squelches ring out every time you do, synchronizing with your own sinful noises. “S’not my fault.”
“Then whose is it, hm?”
He moves his left hand over to spank the side of your ass cheeks, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your mouth lolls open stupidly upon impact and he bends over to spit straight into his wide-open target.
“Tell me- hah, tell me, little omega.” He’s tightening his hold on your throat and you yelp. Absolutely useless against the way his vein-covered girth stretches out your every nook n’ cranny, his rose-colored tip was pushing even deeper into your gooey insides. “Who let you hold out on me? Who said this pretty pussy could f-feel so good? Where the fuck have- you- been- all my life?”
“I don’t- ngh, could’ve found me sooner- ngh, then.” You’re biting back, your mind dizzy with all these questions and his thrusts. And oh, he liked that.
Having you talk back to him like that - it only made his thick length swell up even further, making your pussy let out such a carnal squelch once he finally, finally pistons towards the back of your cervix.
Slick and tight.
The probin’ push of his mushroomy tip drives deep, like he was trying to burrow into your very lungs. His globular end is driven in, in, in—all round n’ achingly hard, filling you out from the inside so much that you swear you could see stars.
Fuck, he’s gnawing down on the edge of his bottom lip and staring. Taking hefty gulps of the pheromones you were letting out each time his creamy cock pistoled back in.
“Mmm, you’re right.” Toji snickers. And he gives the wobblin’ side of your ass cheek yet another mean swat, leaving it there for a few seconds to grope you. “You’re s-soooo fuckin’ right, mama. Always are, hm?” Oh, he was thoroughly pussydrunk - to have such a big, proud alpha admit defeat? Fuck, he might just kneel at your feet next.
You’re whimpering once his thumb reaches over to swipe down your treacly slit, pressing down on your clit. “Oh yeah? M’right after I manage to- hck! take it all?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say all…” Wouldn’t say all? In shock, you swivel your head around and catch Toji’s filthy, filthy grin. The way he was looking down at where the two of you were connected with half-lidded eyes. “There’s just a-” The hybrid crushes his toned v-line against you. “-little more.”
And that’s when you feel it.
That’s when you realize it: with Toji being a wolf hybrid, his prolonged length won’t be the only thing you have to take. You forgot about the plump, thickened knot at the base of his cock - pulsing wildly away where he kissed your pussylips with it.
Toji growls, “You’re not walkin’ outta here without carrying my pups, mama.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Jaguar
“Are you alright, my love?” The blond-haired man hushes out from above you just as soon as his thick, reddened tip manages to bulge against your cervix. Manages to bottom out. Hot and sultry. Just drippin’ with fresh wads of precum and need.
He’s running his thumb down the side of your temple, tenderly wiping away a few trickles of sweat. “Breathe in– breath- atta girl. This pretty pussy of yours feeling, mmm, alright?”
Your hips buck with a whimper once he grazes his roverin’ fingertips down your swollen slit. Teasing rolling over your sensitive clit so you’ll make those pretty, pretty noises for him once more. “Yes- hck! fuck fuck fuck, yes, Kento. You can keep moving now…”
“O-oh.” His handsome maw drops. And something in him seems to shake at the very notion. Something in him seems to crack. You watch as Nanami’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs, his throat parched. “Keep moving, darling?”
“Mhm—” You’re nodding, brows furrowing. “That is the whole point of the program, after all- isn’t it?”
NAME: NANAMI KENTO
AGE: 27
OCCUPATION: OFFICE WORKER
HYBRID TYPE: PANTHERA ONCA
You’d read his profile multiple times. You could tell from the very second you’d been escorted inside this tidy bedroom that Nanami Kento was the predatory type. The type that could break you in half. The type that could leave you without the ability to walk for weeks at a time without even trying - and yet, he was treating you like glass.
So gently.
Nanami had spent hours overstimulating your poor, bawlin’ pussy before you’d even started taking his incredible size. Spent hours tugging n’ prying apart your delicate pussylips just so that he could fit each solid inch.
His girth was so massive that the mere feeling of him bullying inside your gooey channel, molding you to him, made your toes curl.
Your nails clawing down the expanse of his broad back as you pull him even closer to you, “C’mon Kento.” You jut out your lips into a pout, and he shivers at the sight. You’re just so sensitive. So needy that you could cry. “Don’t you wanna, ngh, breed- oh fuck!”
He’s shutting you up.
He’s roughly pulling back his powerful hips to strike the ends of your pussy with a great, heaving thud! Coating your cervix with a few stringy wads of pre, his curly blond hairs tickling your clit.
Anything. Everything just to get you to—
“Sh-shut up—” Nanami unhinges his sharp jaw just to puff out, his clouded breath hitting your face. And then he’s gasping, then he’s realizing what he’s just said and fighting back a groan.
Slowing down the ravenous cadence of his hips to something slow n’ sensual. Nanami cups your cheek, biting down on his wobbly lower lip. “F-forgive me.” He begs, “I spoke out of turn- I- hngh, acted out of turn.” He’d just gone out of control.
The thought makes you wetter - and Nanami’s nose crinkles at the sweetness as he can smell it. “But m’not complaining, y’know?” You’re insisting, arching your hips up into his. It was just so cute that he was so considerate, but you wanted something…rough. “I wouldn’t mind if you-”
“Don’t.” He cuts you off. And you’re suddenly getting punished by a thorough few probes of his circular, wet tip against the roof of your pussy. “Don’t talk out of this pretty pussy, darling. You don’t know what m’capable of-”
“I do.” Batting your teary lashes, “I read all your profiles—promise! Did my own research, too. I just want you to- hngh, use me, Kento.”
Something in him looks like it had just snapped.
He whispers - barely even audible to you. “U-use…”
And you’re nodding furiously, slidin’ away your plush walls to meet his every thrust. Now, Nanami’s tempo had grown slightly harder, slightly out of time—slightly like his restraint on himself was slowly slipping away. So you let out the finishing blow - “Wan’ you to use me as your hngh! cumdump, please?”
Fuck, you’d even added manners.
Nanami Kento was gone.
Nanami Kento was ruined.
Nanami Kento was throwing your legs over his muscular shoulders in a second - fuck missionary, he was putting you in a damn mating press. Snapping his hips down until your capped knees hit your tits, and his globular cocktip scrapes your womb.
So hard that you swear he’s leaving nail marks on your skin, your hamstrings stretching like never before, a few of your joints popping!
With a few slurping sounds, he’s fucking his girth into with thud after thud after thud. Looong, rapid thrusts that leave you with your mouth comically ajar, spit drivelling out pathetically. Puddling. “Yes-” You whine, white-hot pleasure running through you. “Yes yes yes- just like this, Ken, ngh-”
“Ah ah-” And suddenly, one of his firm hands finds its way ‘round your throat. Blocking off your airway, “Shut up and fucking take it since you wanted to so bad.”
You’re whimpering- “But it feels so- oh.”
Only for Nanami to lunge over and sink his lengthy canines against the side of your throat, “What did I say?” He murmurs, the vibrato of his bass making your skin tremble. A stern tone. “Cumdumps don’t talk.”
Fuck.
Again and again.
You press your lips together, trying to hold back all the broken crackles and pleas that threatened to break through each time Nanami was pummeling away his massive length. Red-hot. Ravenous. He throbbed all the way near the clingy bottom of your pussy, drenching it in so many webs of his sap.
Flooding each tight orifice inside you, forming your heart-shaped cunt around him- and then barely even letting you squirm after each recoil of his thrusts. Barely letting you bounce away.
Weighing down on you. Glissading his abs. Every time you moved, he’d tighten his arm on your throat and drag you back.
Another one of his strong hands slides down your front - he’d been tenderly massaging your core before. Now the hybrid only pushed down where he could feel his thick cylindrical length probin’ through, feeling for himself as he fucked you.
“Oh, yes. Remember what you hah- asked for, my love- fuck, I mean…” Harder. Firmer. Nanami was pinpointing your every sweet spot with wads of precum so rudely, “-my pretty, pretty cumdump.”
You’re shrilling as he leans in with a purr to nuzzle your throat, one of his wild slams slaps your cervix so hard that you think your eyes pop out of your skull. “I-ngh, keep going like that and I’ll-” Forgetting that you weren’t supposed to speak - and if you couldn’t listen to him, he’d make you silent.
He’s spitting straight between your jabbering lips, swiping away the purposeful splatter on the edge of your lips. “Cumdumps cum quietly.”
And you’re so far gone that you aren’t just cumming with a few more vulgar strokes - you’re splashin’ out and squirting. Soaking splosh after splosh of your miry high, it sticks to his tannish skin and creates a tiny pool between your bodies.
Nanami was pistoning away oh-so-frenzily, and he expected to hold you down so that you could stay. So that you could take it.
Each n’ every one of your peaks being pounded through by his rovering cock.
Your pupils swirl maddeningly, body shaking with the twitches of your orgasm. “Mmm, didn’t know cumdumps could squirt, too.” He snickers rudely as you see stars, your vision shattered. And before you know it, he’s emptying out a few droplets of precum into your womb - you swear his twitching knot at his base only grew fatter. Oh, he was just getting started.
“Wh-what do you mean?” You’re whining up at him, with wide eyes—shit, did he say that out loud?
Nanami smiles a sleazy smile, his long canines peaking out. “M’cumdump needs to be full of cum now, doesn’t she?”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Sssnake
The slithering slurps were just lecherous.
Each time after Geto slid his flexible fingers in and out of your folds, tapping the slick-glazed tips against your inner thighs. “Hmmm…that should do it. Don’t you think, gorgeous~?”
“Sh-shit-” And for just how calm, cool, n’ collected he was - you were practically shattered. Feeling the sparks of your high escape right under your nose, Geto had edged you for about the fifth time tonight. Ruthlessly. You clamor to hold onto his wrist, “You’re so mean, Sugu- fuck-”
“Oh, so you don’t want my cock?” His dark brows furrow, faux-pouting. And oh, you damn near shed a few tears at the way he’s dragging his puckered cockhead between your folds, before pulling away—“Alright, guess I can give this pretty pussy just my fingers then-”
“N-nooo—” You sob out, “Please-”
“Ssso you don’t want my fingers either, huh?” Pretending to gasp, pretending to drive you to the end of your sanity (he actually was). “Well then I can just go and tell the organizer that you’d rather have another hybrid- f-fuck.”
You’re not even thinking twice - you’re not even hesitating before you suddenly press against Geto’s toned body. Pinning him down. Straddling his naturally chiselled hips and letting your ready cunt siiiink down his fat cock.
Oh.
He was just so thick, n’ covered in so many winding veins that tickled your sensitive insides. Extra. “Oh my god- I m-meant that I want your, ngh, cock in me.” You’re blurting out, your head throwing back dazedly. “Want you all up inside- ngh.”
“Oho?” And serpentine hybrids weren’t just sly - you’re coming to find out that they knew exactly how to drive you wild. Exactly how to use their numerous snaking tendrils.
Before you know it, Geto drags his gigantic tail around your waist to pin you down to his pelvis. Human for most of his body, but his true form did peak out during times like this. “Sss’that so?” He’s humming out, grin widening. “So is it my mating season or is it yours, gorgeous?”
“Y-yours–” You mewl out, stubbornly. After all it had been you that was specifically assigned to the massive boa constrictor to help him through his season of need. His heat.
His time of year that makes him all but whimper the very instant Geto’s slick cock starts fucking in and out of you. In smooth, long thrusts - there’s so much power behind his actions that the front of your pussylips start to bruise already.
Geto’s brows furrowing as he hisses between his fangs, “Mhm, then why don’tcha act like it, hmmm–?” Hitting your g-spot dead-on, your hips move restlessly and his tail pins you down immediately. “Drippin’ so much, sucking me up like such a ssssslut.”
He’s smiling oh-so-meanly as he pokes and probes you every hidden spot. Not just your g-spot, it’s like he’s somehow mazing his vein-decorated cock everywhere. Anywhere.
Again and again.
His slimy, curved tip sticks against the edge of your cervix and makes you whine.
“Take me so well like this n’ I might just give you my second cock, gorgeous.”
Your eyes snap open, “S-second?” And without another second of hesitation, you tilt your head down and- oh, lo and behold, there was a line along the middle of Geto’s happy trail. Right where his rock-hard erection was, a second length was starting to perk upright. Two.
Two needy shafts that filthily kissed your hole, the more you’re bouncing atop him- the closer his weeping cockhead gets. Anticipating. Eager.
“Mhm, didn’t you know?” Geto tuts, “Serpentine hybrids tend to have double the cocks-” And suddenly, he’s swipin’ aside your puffy folds to take a gooood, long look at your clamping hole. “-double what this sssslutty pussy wants. And if you’re good- heh, I’ll give it.”
“I’ve been so good.” You beg, your hand reaching for his double shafts- only for Geto to slap it away.
“I just gave you my first and now you want my second?” He rolls his dazed amethyst eyes, “Try riding this one ngh, proper and we’ll see about-” Oh, he doesn’t even have to finish his damn sentence to have you gyratin’ your hips wildly.
With your sultry figure-eights swerving and swerving.
Faster. Harder. You arch your spine into the perfect curvature and let his textured length stir against your cute pussy. Filling out your every nook n’ cranny—“I am, see-” Spit splashes down your chin, and Geto’s forked tongue comes out to lap at it. “T-taking it- ngh, they paired me with you so that means I must be able to take a second-”
“‘Must’, hmm–?” It was just so fun to tease you. To slow his bucking hips down and watch as your trembling, needy body ruts down animalistically to chase his globed tip. “And so that means-”
“Yes-”
“-that you must take my kids, riiight?” He narrowed his greedy gaze, and you’re struck with the sudden thought - oh, mating season. Geto was going to fuck you pregnant.
He was already pounding upwards like he aimed for it. Already shoved the fat crown of his shaft to poke your womb, so hard that you’re sure to feel that soft flesh bruise. Thudding. “That you’re gonna- mmm, let me cum inside you with both my big, fat cocks.” You feel a hot splash against your outer pussy, and realize that he’s holding his matching length with one hand. Angled straight towards your entrance- “Let me fill you up until you can’t even remember your name—”
“O-oh my god-” Your pupils swirl in the whites of your eyes, feeling the circle of your cunt get stretched out maddeningly. Like elastic, he was probin’ away his honed cocktip inside. “Yes- wan’ it please, Suguru-”
“Actually-” As he slightly stalls his cadence, “-can you even remember your name? Right now?”
You don’t even care at this point. Don’t know anything but the way he was filling out your geysering orifice with such wet slurps, “I don’t know I don’t know- just want it-”
“So you can’t even remember your name?” Seething, voice pitched even higher. There was a sort of crazed glimmer in Geto’s peripherals when he realized the effect his double cocks had on your poor body. Your poor self. “C-can’t believe- hah! You seriously don’t fuckin’ remember your own name? My cocks have that much of an effect on you, hm?”
Push after push. Now he’s a solid few inches inside your velvety cunt and you think you might just cum from the sheer stretch of him. The way he was holding you down- one hand plastered on top of your sweaty scalp now.
Geto’s using his strength to force down his swollen shafts, his zig-zagged veins pliably letting him slither his way in-
“S’okay, gorgeous.” He’s finishing off once his matching tips bottom out with two matching thwacks! All the way opening up your womb- “You don’t need any other name- hah, there’s only one you need.”
“And wh-what is that—?” You shiver once his pointed fangs trace your skin, scorched breath panting out.
“My mate.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - Bunny!
“P-please, I’ll be good…” Choso’s broken whimpers grace your eardrums like the prettiest song, and he’s also letting off such lewd slurps any time he tap-tap-taps his red, swollen cockhead against the front of your pussy.
So loud. So filthy. The twitchy hybrid smears aside the drops of cum that were on top of your folds, like some white glaze.
His half-lidded eyes look down at the mess he was making and he groans, feeling his mouth start to salivate at the sight. “Mmm, so delicious, baby.” Before you can respond - before you can even think - Choso has the audacity to swipe his fat thumb down your slit and dab on a bit of sap for him to suck. “Won’t you let me- hah, fill this cunt up all over again? Please?”
And oh, you’d heard of the incredible prolonged stamina that bunny rabbit hybrids have - you just didn’t expect it to be like this.
Because it’d been hours since you were led into this very room by the organizer lady. Hours since you’d first met the hybrid you were paired up with, and had him cream his poor pants simply by his first kiss with you.
Hour since he’d first begged to put his cute, flinchin’ cock inside and fucked you like he never ever wanted to pull out.
Still rutting into you like such an animal- the slightest half-thrusts that leaves him whimpering. “P-please?” Choso whines, his handsome cheek staining with a line of tears. “Do you need me to beg on my knees again, baby?”
Your breath hitches, “I’m just wondering whether you aren’t- hah, tired yet, Cho? I’m sure it’s already ahem- taken, so to speak.”
“Oh, but we won’t know for sure now- will we?” And of course you wanted him more. Of course you still teased him. Watching his doey, brown eyes tear up, long ears flopping. “And m’not dead yet so- don’t worry, no matter how many times I cum, my cock is always- ngh, hard for you, baby.”
And he meant it.
He was slightly pulling out of your geysering hole - fuck, it almost killed him to - rutting and humping into your wettest depths wildly. He wanted to get you pregnant badly.
And as soon as you’re nodding needily for him to go on- Choso immediately perks his toned hips back n’ plunges inside your cunt once more. His ruby-red cocktip swipes aside your dewy walls, and as soon as his hulking size swivels inside, Choso groans.
He gasps.
He throws his head back and can’t stop himself from fucking cumming all over again, just from feeling your cutely heart-shaped walls.
You squeal as you feel his hot syrup fill you out from the inside, sploshin’ against all the other wads of cum he’d left over hours prior. “Sh-shit—” You’re clawing down his pale back, sure that it was ravaged with so many lines of red by now. “See? What did I tell you, Cho-”
“And what did I tell you?” He whimpers out, tears beading in his widely-opened eyes. “No matter how- haaaaah, many times- I- cum-”
Each one of his words was punctuated by a rugged thrust. Not only was he fucking in his treacly wads of seed inside, he was also draaaagging every ridge n’ line of his shaft along your sweetest spots. Leaning in close so that he can nibble on the underside of your jaw. Whispering. “-I’ll always be hard for you, baby.”
“O-oh my god—” Your eyes sprint all the way to the back of your skull - because Choso was fast. A rapidly slamming tempo that left his own pelvis all red. Nails digging deeper. “Shit, it feels so—Cho, are you crying?”
He’s blinking back his tears. “Fuck-” So overstimulated. So rubbed raw on the channel of your cunt that he found himself hatching out sobs at the back of his throat. “I didn’t, ngh, realize…I am.”
It’s only then that Choso’s fully registering himself.
The way his back was bleeding with how hard you were latching onto him. The way he could barely focus his dilated eyes. The way that every time he harshly pistoned his cock into you, Choso’s entire body twitched with something primal.
Your pussy was so good that it’d overstimulated him to tears.
You gasp as you notice the state he was in - and he only swabs his plumpened, red tip even harder. “I don’t mind, baby, m’just a little- n-ngh, sensitive right now.” Choso reassures, and you move your hand down from his muscular back to his waist. “Promise I can still fuck you all- oh.”
Only for your trembling fingertips to graze - just graze - his fluffy bunny tail. And oh- if you thought he was sensitive before, then Choso was so sensitive there that he damn near whimpers.
“D-don’t touch me like that~” He’s whining from the back of his throat, core tensing and flexing each time he drilled forwards. Faster. Filthier. “Don’t blame me if it makes me go even harder, okay, baby?”
“Well, m’not to blame. You’re the one that insisted.” You’re biting back.
And a dopey grin spreads across his face, “I did.” It was almost like he was reminiscing just moments prior. Chasing the softness of your pussy, he veers forwards and thumps your cervix loudly. “H-heh, n’ I think I’m gonna…oh…cum again.”
“A-again?” You gasp - you just felt so damn full. Stuffed all the way to the brim, glittery wads of cum spill out of you every time he’s thrusting in. And yet- fuck, and yet Choso still wasn’t done.
Still wasn’t letting up. Still wasn’t slowing down once he leans down to kiss your puffy lips. Your own high was nothing more than a few tingles, driving you half-mad with pleasure when you feel his glissading tip pulse against your cervix. “Did you just- oh, cream ‘round my cock?” He shallowly breathes, “Again?”
You can only nod and nod.
And Choso can only crinkle his nose in bliss, his entire body shaking viscerally when the mere notion throws him over the edge once more.
“O-oh.” He pants out, “Gonna blame me for, ngh, cumming so much when s’your fault.” Before you know it, you feel scorched wetness flood your cunt once more. It’s all sticky, gluing your pussylips together with his ivory sap.
And Choso fucking beams as he watches the glaze of it seep out of you and drench his dark happy trail. Creating a puddle of wetness that he swipes his hand down, lovingly.
Before reaching up and pressing on the cum-inflated bulge he was fucking into your tummy.
“Please give me a baby, baby–?”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - BULL
You’re stopped in your tracks just before you can open the door.
That official-looking lady who’d accompanied you now held onto your hand, her expression of slight concern breaking the cool façade you’d been met with ever since you entered the program. She says, “I must make sure you know- you only need to give us a call, and we’ll be here in a second.”
“Yes?” You question her sudden worry.
“Oh, it’s just that-” She looks over your shoulder, as if trying to make sure that whoever was inside (the hybrid you’d been assigned to, Sukuna, you heard) couldn’t hear. “-we’ve had many candidates get paired with this particular hybrid, and all of them had broken off the pair before a match could be made. It seems he really needs help - he’s desperate with his rut.”
You’re furrowing your brows, “How come?”
She shuffles uncomfortably in front of you. “See- it’s just that this speciman seems to be a little…big.”
“Oh.”
“And rough.”
“Oh.”
“And he has certain attributes that often put him a step above other hybrids- especially ones in rut.” She explains to you, and your hand trembles on the door handle. “So, just letting you know-”
THUD-THUD-THUD!
It sounded like a storm. Like a whirlwind. Like something just broke down the polished, mahogany door in front of you - and left you dwarfed next to the towering bull hybrid you’d been paired up with. You don’t know what type he was; but he was over eight feet tall, pink hair, covered in swirlin’ black tattoos, with a massive bulge in his thin, off-white trousers.
Oh, he was in rut alright.
You look behind you- only to find that your escort had already disappeared.
And before you could register a single thing more, the hybrid- Sukuna has one of his four hands wrapped around your wrist. Tugging you inside the room. Manhandling.
All but tearing into your flimsy skirt- “Fuck.” He spits, between his clenched canines - you notice with a jolt that he had a piercing through his septum. It glimmers in the dim lighting as he huffs raggedly in and out, “Fuck- you’re gettin’ wet, aren’t ya?”
“I-I am?” You gape, affronted.
He sniffs at your throat and snickers, “Oh yeahhh, you are. In fact-” With only a single, sharp riiiip he’s torn off your drenched panties. Absolutely gone. And he breathes in even deeper, “-yer ovulating, mama.”
You didn’t know bulls could smell that - hell, you didn’t know any hybrid could smell that.
But before you can even think of asking him anything of the sort, Sukuna has your thighs smeared apart on his meaty hips, your cunt being speared thoroughly by his thickened shaft.
Right then n’ there on the bedroom floor, he’s taking you.
His round, bludgeoning tip entering your tiny hole- the stretch of it surrounding your pussy is incredible. A sheer sting that renders your eyes closed, your mouth speechless - meanwhile Sukuna’s just jerking his hips back and pushing and pushing. “Fuh-fuuuuck!” You shrill pathetically, feeling him open up even your most hidden orifices and head straight towards your womb. “Oh- oh my god, who let you be so damn ngh- big?”
“You’ll say—” Sukuna’s crimson eyes narrow in amusement, and he uses one of hands to flick at your swollen clit. The other two lacing on top of your scalp and tuggin’ you down roughly, “-and yet- you’re the only one to take me like this.”
“Th-the only one?” You gawk.
“The only one ta even make it this far.” He snickers, before interrupting himself with a gulping gasp of your scent. “And I’ve never smelled a human so- mmmm—” Sukuna grins and- oh, and now you’re realizing that he has two mouths.
One on his face, the other slashed across his heavily chiselled abs.
“-so delicious.”
Shivers run down your spine, “And what do I need to- ngh-” Your entire body felt weak with the way he was fuckin’ you oh-so-vulgarly open. Your pussylips were pried apart to the maximum, dribbling wet ribbons of slick. “-to help you through this rut of yours, then?”
“Oh, you just need to take it.” He grins, his pinkish tongue sticking between his teeth - both of them. That second cursed mouth of his salivates down your core, sticking just between your folds, pressing on your clit.
And every time you twitch with his rolling tastebuds, Sukuna can feel you clench. “Just lemme fuck you- oh, yeahhh, just like that. Never felt anything better.” He hiccups, two of his hands now move from your head and onto the sides of your waist. “Just take it alllll, lemme use this pretty pussy and- o-oh.”
Moving you. Teasing you. So much so that your entire body was starting to go limp - and it was exactly that boneless state of yours that made you rest your head down between the valley of his chest.
Exactly what made your mouth loll open with a puddle of drool, your hands gripping his pecs and squeezing—
“Oh sh-shit.” Sukuna groans gruffly, and you don’t know what you’re more shocked by: the cracking tone of his voice, or the way that a slight pearl of whiteness beads out of Sukuna’s pecs the moment you grope them. “Look what you’ve made me- ngh, oh fuck, brat. Fuck.”
“I-is this part of your…” Without even finishing your sentence - almost as if on instinct - you’re veering your mouth over to lick at the sap trickling out of him. And—
Oh.
Oh, Ryomen Sukuna was lactating.
“You can- this is milk?” You gasp, and before he can respond, you’re trying to urge more out. Letting the sweetened ivory sap fall into your agape maw, “I didn’t know even bull hybrids could lactate, Kuna.”
“So what?”
You look up at him through your lashes, every time he’s thrashing his cock inside you, you’re sucking on his pretty pink pecs. “I like it.”
“T-tch—” Sukuna tries to sound tough - fails. Because you could already make out the way his breath shook, his flexed core tensed.
Any time your textured tastebuds sizzled on top of him, Sukuna shivered. Was forced to attempt not to close his eyes and bite down on his lips - you’d never have thought that lactating would make the big, bad hybrid putty in your hands.
He blushes all the way down from the tips of his ears, down to his honeyed pecs, down to the globular edge of his shaft. Hitting up into your soft cervix with a bang—
“I-in about nine months, you’ll be lactating, too…” He whimpers.
♡ INO TAKUMA - Puppy
“Does it feel good, pretty?” Ino’s innocent chocolate eyes sparkle, and you swear you could see from where you were that his cute tail was wagging.
Rough thrusts being punctured by the cutest lil’ whimpers, Ino moans into your mouth just as soon as he feels you clench your heart-shaped insides ‘round him. “Ohhh, th-that means it feels good right? M’I doing a good job–?”
“Yes- yes yes yes–” You’re crying out, drunken saliva puddling on top of your pillow beside you. Each one of his roverin’ wet thrusts left your mind all emptied of thought.
And the thing is, you never even expected Ino to be this good.
NAME: INO TAKUMA
AGE: 21
OCCUPATION: UNIVERSITY STUDENT
HYBRID TYPE: CANIS LUPUS FAMILIARIS
When you’d first been notified that you were paired with a dog hybrid, you’d assumed that it would be a simple task. An easy task. They weren’t particularly apex predators, right? So how hard could it be—
That is, until you were running on the fifth round with Ino shovelling his heated cock inside you for the nth time. His silken ears drooping as he sniffs the side of your throat, trying to smell out your arousal- “So this pretty pussy’s likin’ it? Ngh, how else could I make you feel good, sweetness?”
“You’re already making me feel s-so good, Taku.” You gasp, feeling his slender fingers dip down to pinch your clit.
And just as he hears your words, Ino’s entire body perks up. Face beaming. His bulbous cock twitching at the very end, Ino drives it in even deeper against your g-spot with a damp squelch. “Oh yes? Then–” He looks down shyly, the cutest strawberry blush taking over his face. “-then could you say the special words, pretty?”
“Hmmm…” You pretend to think, “We’ll see, Taku.”
He all but whimpers.
Ah, those special words - it’d been an accidental discovery, really. The fact that Ino would be so affected by two specific words was a discovery that you hadn’t expected to stumble across during your research beforehand.
And he’s doggedly pounding his hips into yours, as if he was trying to fuck that very pet name from your mouth. “B-but I’ve been so good, don’t you think?”
As if to prove his point, Ino lightly swats your perky clit - just to show how bad he could really be.
“Now now–” Your breath hitches, thighs shivering ever-so-slightly at the sparks of bliss that suddenly explode behind your eyelids. He was drilling himself in so deep, stretchin’ out every sweet, slick-filled orifice. “-keep going like that and I won’t say it at- ngh, all.”
“Oh- please-” Don’t even mention it. Don’t even think of it. He lurches forwards to capture your lips in his, and Ino was always so sloppy with the way he kissed you.
Just letting his long, salivating tongue taste you. Ino’s lecherous sounds crack at the back of his throat, the vibrations humming along your skin. And his pretty cock just squelches out precum at the feeling, “But I’ve been so good, sweetness. Haven’t I been makin’ this pretty pussy feel all n-niiice and—” Instead of spanking your clit this time, now he’s rolling his thumb over it. Feeling the sultry wetness. “-wet, hm?”
“You have.” You tease, your face turning faux-thoughtful at the excitement in his eyes. “But I don’t know if you deserve that-”
“D-do I just need to fuck you harder, sweetness?” Ino pleads with you. And before you know it, one of his hands plaster onto the side of your hips, tuggin’ you close to him. “I can do that, y’know?”
Your brows raise, “Oh you c- oh.”
Not only is he pounding you even harder - enough that the formal bedsprings creak, enough that your vision shatters with tears - but he’s also makin’ his tempo even sloppier. Loooong, miry drags of his shaft that poke your very sweetest spots.
His blossoming red divot sticks up against the roof of your pussy and draws lil’ circles, edging towards your g-spot. “S-see? I can do harder.” He looks down at the place over your stomach, where his bulbous girth was swipin’ against your cervix. “I can also fill you up, mmm, deep inside with my ngh- cum, if you’d like?”
You swear you’re gushing out so wetly that it creates a ring of white ‘round Ino’s bulky hilt. All sappy and glistening with need.
And before you can even formulate a coherent answer inside your mind, Ino slightly raises his nose into the air and sniffs. And lets his mouth drop. His Adam’s apple swallowing. “And I can a-also smell if it’s taken, sweetness…”
“Taken?” You ogle at his words, “What do you mean-”
“You know…taken.” Ino looks at you meaningfully with this pussydrunk, half-lidded eyes of his. Every thrust of his leaves his aching knot slamming against the front of your pussy. Vicious.
“And ah- has it taken?” Asking, out of genuine curiosity - that was the entire point of the program, was it not?
“Well…” Ino elongates his throaty murmur, and for a few more strokes he lets his twitchy cock do all the talking. Smooch after smooch against the slimy door to your womb, he stirs aside the webs of cum from rounds prior. Whiffing down at your scent glands as he does- “I think just one more should n-ngh, do it.”
“Oh my—” Your mouth falls open, and you drag a hand through the tawny brown locks of Ino’s sweaty scalp. You could feel something primal building up in your stomach, in his thrusts. “Good boy.”
And there you said it.
It’d slipped out, really. Something your stupidly buzzing mind had been thinking for the last few jackhammers but hadn’t said out loud yet.
Something that Ino Takuma himself had been dying for you to say - you’d said it.
And it’s all that Ino has to hear to shove himself all the way to his thick hilt inside your pussy and cum. Deep, deep inside - like he was aiming for his gooey white ribbons to reach the very door to your womb, and you swear you could feel it slipping ‘round like just so.
Sloshing n’ squelching every time he pulled his hips out to thrust back in- “Good boy-” Ino gasps, breathless. He was hammerin’ into you vulgarly and still managed to find the time to babble out. “You called me ‘good boy’- you called me- oh…”
You blink your vision back from its daze as Ino’s voice hitches, “Yeees–?”
And he only blinks his teary lashes, looking up at you with the most needy puppy-dog eyes while he still ruts his cock into your deepest depths. “M’your good boy, aren’t I?”
♡ GOJO SATORU - Snow Leopard
The room you were led to had been sectioned off.
It had been padlocked twice.
It had you stumbling back at the ice-cold pheromones that hit you the moment that door opened - and when you looked into Gojo Satoru’s expressionless face—oh.
You weren’t making it out of here alive.
One hour later.
You still think the same- “F-fuck, ngh…” Your mouth gapes ajar, saliva sploshing down the side of your mouth every time he thrusted in. Long, vicious hammers of his ravaged cock that left you all stupid.
Flat on your back. You looked up through your teary lashes at his flushed face, drunken eyes. “Toru, how are you- hck! still going?”
“I don’t know.” He replies, simply. And his voice is deep, his voice wavers. Sounding as if he was genuinely in disbelief as to how he hasn’t stopped yet.
Still fucking into you like a madman - you didn’t need to talk right now. Why would you need to talk?
A sudden, sharp laugh bursts out of Gojo’s puffy lips when he registers the fact that you could still form coherent sentences: he needed to fix that. Now.
And before you know it, one of his overlarge palms clasp down on the top of your scalp and you’re being drag-drag-draaaagged back down. Down to where he was working on mazin’ his slimy wet cockhead repeatedly past your folds, pinpointing your tiniest orifices.
Your breath hitches as you look back down to where he was pummeling you- then up to stare deeply into his glowing blue eyes.
“Enough talking.”
Three hours later.
“Oh p-please, Satoru—” You shrill out, loud enough that you’re sure the whole establishment could hear you by now. On all fours by now, with your back arched wildly into his chiselled abs.
You swear you could count all eight of them, flexing and rippling, each time his honed hips slapped into yours. Slap after slap after slap- Gojo’s crowned tip reaches for your womb and you find your legs shaking. Head falling forwards-
“Ah ah-” Your vision flashes in front of you as something firm grabs onto the back of your neck. Only a few more strokes later, you’re realizing that it was his damn bicep - curling around your neck in a headlock. “I need to scent you.”
“But you’ve been ngh- scenting me for hours already- oh.” Your words strangle up in your throat as soon as you feel yourself crashing into your high once more. For the nth time tonight.
Every white-hot burst of your high that Gojo can practically smell on you, his feline capabilities can sense just when your orgasm has peaked. And he’s pushing his vein-covered cock in maddeningly, “And I don’t hear you complaining.” You’re startled by a sudden spank down on your clit, finding that his tail had wrapped ‘round your sheeny thighs to pull them apart. Enough for him to slap your weeping pussy- “I don’t hear her complaining.”
You gawk, your spittle creating a glazed layer on top of his biceps. “Y-you can understand- oh.” Only for him to tighten his restraint. Choking you with his beefy arms—fuck.
“Of course I can, sweetheart.” Gojo purrs out, as if it should be obvious. “M’a big cat, after all. N’ I can talk to- heh…kitties.”
“Oh.” He was utterly pussydrunk. Gone.
Barely even registering when he trickles out a few gluey wads of cum to stick upon either side of your walls, all webbed up. But he wasn’t done yet - far from it, you think you can feel Gojo’s knot at his base start to swell even bigger-
“And this kitty says that she’s not done yet.”
Seven hours later.
“Please-”
“Come back-”
“Oh—” You’re being caught steadily. The bed had long since broken, and if you thought that you were stuck in the dilemma between running away from his cock and gyratin’ back for more, more, more then Gojo was already making the choice for you.
Already pulling you back with his inhuman strength, he folds you underneath him.
You’d only had the time for a brief snack break, stocked on the bedside cabinet as if the organizers knew that this was going to happen - it was Gojo’s first time in the program, though they must have known an apex predator’s stamina.
Such incredible, incredible stamina.
You had your head against his collarbone by now, your body bent into the meanest full nelson physically possible. Gojo was bending you to his lecherous whims so easily, tugging you back so you turn your face and gnaw down on his throat.
Whining, “P-please—” You let sobs wrack your throat, your entire body shaking sensitively as he shovels his long, solid inches into you again. And again. And again and again and again. “And she–” You might just be losing it as much as he was. “-says she’s not done still?”
“Mmm, let’s see…”
With a purr, Gojo’s powerful spock-marked tail wrenches apart your thighs. He snickers after one of his hands comes down to leave a solid spank!
So hard that glittering specks of slick n’ cum splatter all over your thighs. And Gojo himself finds his breath catching at the lewd sight of it- “Not yet.”
“F-fuck…” Your mouth lolls open stupidly in a silent scream - at least, you think it was silent. Because just then Gojo pulls out his entire girth to fuck back into you deeper, and it lets out the most deafening slurp. “But what if it doesn’t fi-”
“Shhh, sweetheart.” He already knew what you were going to say: that his generous helpings of cum might not fit anymore. And you didn’t need to think about that - you didn’t need to even imagine that.
What do you mean it might not fit? Hah! As if—“This kitty tells me that sh-she can take, ngh- one more.” You could practically hear the grin in his raspy tone, “In fact, she tells me she can take my knot.”
Your eyes bulge open, “That- what?”
And he’s only nodding along - not to you, but to the sultry sounds your pussy was making. As if he was in conversation with your slick-glazed pussylips. “Mhm, my knot, sweetheart.” As if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He pants, “Haaah—get ready.”
It’s the only warning you get.
Before you know it, your toes curl with such an incredible stretch.
A stinging sensation that burns all the way from your parted thighs and up your spine- you wriggle your body around, and Gojo pulls you back using his trusty headlock once more. “C’mon-” He whispers between his prolonged canines, “C’mon c’mon c’mon-”
“Shiiiit—” You trill, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as he uses his other hand to pry apart your sticky folds. Plugging a finger in to swivel inside n’ fit his swollen knot, “It’s so big- it’s so- oh my-”
“Yeah- yeah yeah yeah, biiiig stretch, ain’t it?” Gojo chuckles darkly, and you’re completely pinned down while he eases inside. “Say it w’me now, m’gonna make it fit. Hah, biiiig—”
“S-stretch-” You mutter out thickly. Your head throws back with every slight centimeter of circumference he’s managing to squeeze inside. Bullying inside. “S’a big- stretch- ngh-”
“That’s it, that’s it- big stretch.”
Gojo’s just so thick that it takes you more than a few aggressive strokes to finally shove his hefty knot inside with a wettened plop! It fits in so deeply, molding your tight walls - you swear he’s so plump there that you can count each throb of his pulsations.
“Count- can you?” He’s humming after you and oh- did you say that out loud? Slowly, sensually, Gojo starts to grind his wads of cum inside.
Primally.
While you’re stupid on the stretch, he finishes off - “Let’s see if you can count how many kits I fuck into ya, sweetheart.”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Hawk <3
“Oh, honey…” Higuruma puffs out breathily from between your legs, his slick tongue lapping up n’ down your slit at a frenzied pace. “Oh, angel- oh, sugar- oh.”
“Please, Hiromi—” Your thighs shake from either side of his handsome face, where he made sure that you were practically glued to him. Your cunt sliding down his mouth, his hooked nose. “I wan’ you…hck.”
“Think she’s all ready f’me again?” One of his large hands comes up to pat your ass cheeks, tenderly- though his mouth was the complete opposite.
Shoving straight between your puffy pussylips to dig against the side of your orifice. It’s only once you’re all clean from the wads of cum stuck to you that Higuruma actually moves from underneath. His dark locks tickling the side of your thighs, “Now, turn ‘round and bend over f’me, angel?”
And the voice he’s saying it in isn’t even particularly stern - but you’re clamoring to listen to him in an instant.
Oh, a hawk hybrid: one of those rare types that you were honestly lucky to be paired up with.
But, the thing about being with such a highly endangered species (especially during his peak, his rut) was that their primal instincts told them to breed. And they were going to breed. Right now.
Smack!
“Pay attention, angel.” Higuruma doesn’t even apologize for the hand he has swatted to the side of your hips. Holding you still as he quickly swipes his ruby-red crown down your slit a few times, gathering the beads of slick that drip out of you. “You hafta pay attention when m’fuckin’ you all full of my- hah, kids, alright?”
You whine, your teary lashes fluttering- “Y-yes I- oh!”
Yet another smack!
“Ah ah, what did I tell you?” You can’t reply - he doesn’t let you. Because in an instant, Higuruma’s proud girth starts pushing in. Probing.
He’s so thick that he has to spread his meaty thighs and fuck upwards to help squeeze his split-ended tip inside. Like a spotlight, he mazes his lengthy cock inside- “Hafta what?” You feel his scalding breath puff out from behind you, and it takes you a few more half-ruts to realize that he was talking to you. “You have to what now, angel?”
“Pay attention-” You’re fisting at the sheets.
“Exactly.” And Higuruma’s swollen cock twitches just a little bit hearing you say the correct answer. “Pay attention f’me while I breed you- ngh, okay, sugar?”
“Y-yes, sir-”
Oh, it slips out without you even realizing. Without you even wanting to.
You honestly don’t know where it even came from (perhaps from your slight research about hawk hybrids beforehand? Perhaps from the whole official-feeling vibe of the building? Perhaps just from him?)
But Higuruma certainly wasn’t complaining. In fact, just the mere sound of your addressal makes him arch his back, throw his head, and it makes his powerful wings twitch.
Attached to his muscular shoulder blades, there’s a sudden whooshing sound as they suddenly flare out. Wingspan so wide that they touch either side of the dimly-lit room, and even Higuruma’s aching cock jolts.
Flinches.
Spurting out a translucent wad of pre that slickly slides down to your womb- “Y-you can’t-” Immediately, he clears his throat but it’s no use - you already hear the way that Higuruma’s voice just cracked at the very tail end of his sentence. “You can’t just call me- oh.”
“Yes, Hiromi?” Looking behind your shoulder, with those pretty eyes and that pretty voice. Honestly, he can’t handle it.
And your face is suddenly being forced forwards by one hand ‘round your neck. A headlock.
Used solely to keep you in place, he’s drilling into you from behind like a madman, the feathery ends of his wings jolting. His thick thighs shaking. Plastering every veiny inch of his cock alllll the way inside- “S’all your fuckin’ fault.” And you don’t know whether he’s talking about the way his length was pummeling even harder, or whether his wings seemed to be oversensitive. Flapping wildly. “That m’like th-this- fuck! Why do I feel like m’going so- ngh, out of control…”
Almost as if he’s babbling to himself.
Bit bit bit, probe by probe. His plump cock fits into even your smallest orifices, filling you up from the inside out and making you keen. “S’not my fault-”
“Of course, s’not- just you and this hngh-” He grits his teeth, nose sliding down the column of your throat so he can bask in your scent. “-pretty pussy, and this preeeetty scent and- and…”
“Yes?” You question, as he trails off.
And it takes a few more pressurized pushes before the stern man can finally answer, almost shyly. “-call me that again. Please, sugar?”
Oh, he was asking so nicely. So how could you possibly say no?
“Please- I want you to c-cum inside–” You swerve your peaking eyes around, eyes wet with tears. Just the mere sight itself - just those words already - enough to make Higuruma slam his riding hips, so hard that it almost hurts. “-sir?”
You feel something flutter. Something flap.
Before you’re crashing into your high, and Higuruma is right behind you - pour after stringy pour of cum. Clinging down from the edge of your cervix all the way down your folds, it formulates the cutest white ring that he takes such pleasure in smearin’ on your flesh.
Your toes curl, and you buck your hips back at a steady pace to meet his oncoming thrusts. Perfectly timed with every high mountain of your high, he fucks you oh-so-perfectly through your bliss.
Thinking that that melody of your moans was the prettiest fuckin’ thing he’s ever heard. “Oh my g-god—” Higuruma’s struggling to catch his breath, you left him shaking. “M’gonna hafta find a way for you to pay for this- fuck.”
“But you asked—” You whine in righteousness, blinking back the tears in your eyes once most of the haze has dissipated. And you’re seeing—all brown?
A glossy, dark brown that was practically black in some lighting. It’s soon after that you realize that Higuruma’s wings had been protectively encircling the two of you right as you hit your orgasms, like a curtain of long feathers.
He shivers n’ grunts as he pulls his wings back- honestly, it’s like they couldn’t be apart from you.
“Hawks are protective of their nest, you see.” He gruffs out, by way of explanation. Still trickling in gooey wet wads- “Especially of things that should be in their nest.”
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.
.
.
.
The third (and final) day.
Or is it…
“What?” Shiu barks into his phone receiver, so loud that it startles every hybrid grazing in the vicinity. All of them were out, leaving the barnhouse all barren by this point - though Shiu didn’t doubt that his voice reached even you inside. And the sheer incredulousness in his tone makes even Toji look over, with a smirk that told the farmer that he was quite enjoying witnessing his distress. But Shiu paid no mind to that.
He couldn’t.
Right now, he was much more frazzled by the words that had the utter fuckin’ audacity to sheepishly leave Kusakabe’s mouth on the other end of the line. Almost in a trance, Shiu pinches the bridge of his nose and repeats. “So…you’re telling me…” Each word tremored with the sheer effort that it took to keep the rage out of them, “That you want me…to come…”
“All the way to Tokyo to help me fix up my engine and save me from being stranded? Yes.” Kusakabe’s voice finishes off, “Shiu, my oldest friend, my dearest pal, have I ever told you how much I love y-”
“Atsuya Kusakabe I will kill you.”
Toji snorts out in laughter, and Shiu is suddenly reminded that he’d been in the middle of fixing up just one more lock to the bull’s pen when he’d gotten the call. Gate held ajar for now. Padlocks unlocked as he fixed them on.
Glaring at the hybrid for the interruption, Shiu’s pinching the pen closed as he grumbles. “And you need me - you can’t just go to one of the many, many, many mechanics in Tokyo - because why exactly?”
“Aww, don’t be like that, Shiu!” Kusakabe cries out, “Do you have any idea how expensive Tokyo is? I just bought a cute lil’ pastry before the convention, and it bankrupted me for generations!”
“And you don’t have any other friends that are closer?”
“Man, if I had any other friends, period, do you think I’d be calling you?”
Shiu supposed that was a fair enough statement. “But- but I can’t leave…” He clicks his tongue, “Just get a train then! Leave that pile of junk at some trash site where it belongs-”
“I mean, I could…” And though Kusakabe’s tone was one of curious innocence, he’d long since learned that nothing ever boded well for him when he used it. He waits with bated breath until the other man continues- “-but that just means I’ll have to leave my truck - including my cattle trailer, which I use to transport my cattle - here. And you know what else that means I’ll have to leave?”
Shiu shivers, “Wh-what?”
“Toj-”
“I’ll be there right now.”
Kusakabe cackles, “Take your tiiime~!” And soon enough, the sharp tone of the call being ended reaches Shiu’s ears.
With one last semi-glare thrown in Toji’s direction, the farmer is speed-walking to his own truck - all those tools Kusakabe needed still inside from his last fix-up. More like running. More like sprinting to save his friend.
Not because he wanted to save his friend, of course. But because every second that Kusakabe was stuck in Tokyo, was a second even longer that you were stuck with Toji on this farm.
All alone.
And he couldn’t have rushed out of here more determined.
More hasty.
More careless-
“Well, would ya look at that.” Toji’s scarred lips twitch upwards into a grin. And he’s reaching one of his beefy arms out to lightly - just lightly - nudge at the wooden gate of his enclosure. Watching as it swings wiiiiiiide open—creeeeak! Bearing the rest of the farm to him with welcome arms. “What a sweet little gift f’me.”
All those pesky padlocks and ties, carefully added over the last few days, were useless if some silly lil’ farmer ever forgot to lock them.
Toji takes such delight in taking that first step out of his enclosure, broad pecs heaving as he takes in the candied trail of scent left all over by a certain pretty cow hybrid. You.
He then takes a second step, a third, a fourth—
And he knows exactly where he’s heading to - the barn.
Where you were just settling in for the day, your feverish body settling atop a particularly soft, tangled mass of golden hay. Cuddling in. You’d heard Shiu’s truck take off, though it would be out-of-character for him to leave so suddenly. You weren’t sure what to think, and you were just about to nod off when…
Creak-creak-creeeeeak—!
The barn door opens.
Shiu? Fluttering open your eyes, you’re just about to raise your head and ask him what all the yelling and commotion was, when-
Oh.
Oh.
That wasn’t the farmer at all.
Toji’s large, sculptured figure takes up nearly the entire door frame. And even from here you can see his sultry grin, his agitated hips. You can smell his intense drunken pheromones—“Room for two, sweetcheeks?”
.
.
.
“I’m- hah, sensitive there…” You’re pouting as Toji relentlessly tugs you by your stubby horns towards him. His overlarge hand plastered to the back of your scalp and guided you down between his meaty thighs - not only had he kissed you silly by this point, but the hybrid had you drenched and quivering all over the hay for more.
But first…
Your watery eyes bulge as you take in the sheer length between Toji’s legs - inches upon inches, throb after throb, all looooong and rock-hard with need. His erection stood right up to graze his navel with glittery drops of precum.
Decorated with so many puffy veins down his shaft that your cunt twitched just imagining how he’d feel inside of you.
Each one pulsated as Toji drip-drip-dripped in gooey sap down his cock, all ready to pierce your hot sex. Heavy balls tightening with even more, with the urge to breed. And you’d do well to remember that bull hybrids in particular were known for having absolutely massive cocks-
“What’cha thinking about, sweet girl?” Toji hums, the point of that nickname proven when he takes a deep, heaving gasp of the pheromone-saturated air.
Before you can answer, one of his hands slither down to grip that heavy cock of his. Right ‘round the fat hilt where he can move his long length to smack! down between your half-parted lips. Using just the globular tip of his cock, he’s smearin’ apart your maw and just glossing over it with his creamy pre. “You’re not thinking of tapping out already, huh? You’re not…scared are you?”
There’s a slight mocking hint in his tone, nevertheless you’re shaking your head fervently.
He snickers, “That’s right. You don’t care what that stupid farmer of yours has to say, hm?” And oh—Toji has to stop himself from simply stuffing every inch inside your mouth already, instead wetting your lips enough so that he can sliiiiide in. “You’re not really such a good lil’ hybrid like he says- huh?”
“No-” You’re hiccuping out, “Not at- mmpf.”
Only for big, bad Toji to rut his cock against your mouth. Shutting you up with his flared tip, you can taste the pure arousal seeping into your mouth.
All warm n’ wet on top of your tastebuds—you’re drooling around his thick tip before you even know it.
“No, because you’re a baaaaad girl, aren’t ya?” He’s tutting, swiping away the splatters of saliva that just kept on leaking from the edges of your mouth- and instead, he’s reeling back to replace it with a jetstream of his own spittle. Straight onto the middle of your tastebuds.
With a second hand tugging open your mouth, Toji takes a nice look at that gluey wad sitting on your tongue- before he’s plunging his rude cock right back in between your lips. “Because you’re- haaaaah, careful, careful, no teeth- because you’re my good girl, aren’t ya?” Staring at you with half-lidded green eyes, “Allllll mine.”
“Mmmpf—” You’re muffling out around his raw girth, Toji was just so big that your maw was constantly open in this lecherous ‘oh’ shape.
Gobbling his veiny inches up even deeper and deeper, you’re only growing wetter at the way that his bawling divot scrapes down the roof of your mouth. Swervin’ left and right, and reaching for that cute lil’ dangly thing at the back of your throat-
“Ever taken a bull’s cock before?”
Choking at the lodgement in your throat, “N-no—”
“Yeah? Thought so. Ever taken anyone before?”
Shaking your head.
“Well then, she’s taking me so- hah, well.” Toji’s crooning out from above you, fucking his hips in sloppy half-thrusts inside your mouth. That rough line of his happy trail ends up scratching the tip of your nose, and you find that his intoxicating scent only grows stronger the closer you get…“Haven’t you had breakfast today, sweetcheeks?”
With tearful eyes, you’re looking up at him in confusion. “Mmm—ngh.”
“Ah ah- flick your tongue at my tip if you wanna say ‘no’—oh, just like that.” And then his mean, scarred lips end up formulating a mocking pout. “Such a cute tongue, can’t believe she’s gone hungry for so long- ngh.”
“I-” Tears stream down both your cheeks, and you’re panting out through each thrust of his achin’ cock. “Fuck, Toji, you’re just so big-”
Other hand pushing on the back of your clammy head, deeper n’ deeper. His superhuman strength was just incredible- “And look, she’s just become so greedy.” As if he wasn’t the one tunneling every spot inside your mouth, spotting it with his pre. “Don’t you know you don’t have to take any more, sweet girl, don’t you- oh—” Toji accurately hits the back of your throat, a direct thud! of his globular cockhead. He grins, watching you salivate around his cock- “-oh, fine, if you insist…”
“You’re- hck!” And the fact of the matter was that he hadn’t even fully bottomed-out yet. Criss-crossing your eyes, you spot that you had even more inches to go- “You’re so ngh-”
“And you want me to bruise the back of your- oh, throat, you say?” Toji’s cutting you off with his mean grunts, smack after smack of his heavy balls.
They graze the front of your chin and make you feel such carnal pangs, your cunt grinding back against your heels. “I didn’t even- oh.” But too late - his geysering divot was already bruising away back there.
Push after push.
Probe after probe.
Until Toji’s shaft had stirred up every single hidden spot inside of you, and he was swelling up even more like he wanted more, more, more—
“Toji-” Your nails claw down the pale expanse of Toji’s thighs, just so plush rippling underneath your touch. “Toji I want-”
“Ohoooo?” His raven brows raise in amusement, a mean grin spreading across his face. “The good girl is making demands now, hm?” As you whimper away, he’s thrashin’ at the back of your throat- again and again. “I guess I can’t just keep listening to her, huh?”
Her? Who…oh.
He was talking about your thoroughly damp pussy, with the sappiest noises leaving you each time you’re pushing back on your heels. Soaked with desire.
And Toji seems amused by your shocked reaction, “How cute…go on then, sweetcheeks. Go on. Lemme know what that cute lil’ heart of yours desires.”
You’re pulling back from his red, glistenin’ tip with a lecherous pwah! “I-I want…” You’re sobbing, lashes fluttering in a way that makes- oh, you won’t be mad if he told you he was getting even harder now, would you? “-I want to feel you, Toji.”
To feel him?
To feel him?
His hazy peripherals snap down to see the way you were eyeing his long, long length. And then he’s realizing - oh, you wanted to feel him inside, did you?
Inside…fuck.
Your eyes damn near bulge out of your skull at the way that Toji’s rock-hard length only seemed to grow even…bigger at your words. Flaring up until he was red-hot at the tip, all slicked with a glaze of saliva and pre.
Toji smacks his painfully hard shaft down once more at your maw, “What dirty, dirty words- and from such a good girl?” He scoffs.
And just as you’re about to explain yourself, you’re suddenly feeling near whiplash at the way that Toji grabs onto your throat and flips the two of you around. Hoisting. Manhandling. Ending up with his back against the floor, head against the hay, and your naked cunt drivelling right above him.
So wet and pretty.
Toji’s mouth waters at the sight of your damp, glistening hole. And he can’t help but immediately reach one hand over to thumb apart your puffy pussylips, pressin’ apart your folds and spitting straight into your hole.
“Or were they words from her, hm?” Toji’s gruffly snickering, flopping that wide tongue of his out to catch your droplets of slick. “Talking out of that pussy, hah- you’re even dirtier than I thought, sweetcheeks.”
Your thighs ache as they hover, slightly chasing the warmth of his mouth. “M’n-not dirty! I just wanted to feel you…” Casting a longing look behind at his throbbing length-
“As if. And you can have my cock-” You look up hopefully at his answer, how cute—you couldn’t even properly fit his cock inside your mouth, and now you think you could fit him inside your cunt? “-but first I’ve gotta stretch this dirty girl ouuuuut.”
“But, I can take- hngh!”
As if. Before you know it, Toji’s slithering his long, looooong tastebuds inside your cunt with absolutely no warning, no hesitation.
Just the ridged texture of his muscle slithering inside, and you’re quivering at the sheer size of him. And he feels the tightness of your circular innards and grins- “Woah…” Just a single taste of you, and his pheromones are blasting out in pure need. “Don’t you know that you hafta stretch ‘er out first, hm? What- never done this before?”
Gingerly, you shake your head ‘no’.
“Oh- reeeeeally.” Just pryin’ aside your folds, you were so fucking wet that that honeyed slick splashes down onto his face like a puddle. Toji rolls his eyes, “I would’ve never thought.”
You huff n’ puff atop him, “Don’t- don’t tease, Toji-”
“Why, m’not teasing..” He’s spitting on your cunt yet again, letting the dewy excess trickle back down into his throat. “I already know that this pretty pussy hasn’t been satisfied like she deserves. I can fucking taste it-” Tunneling back in again. “Can hear it.” The most lecherous slurps echoing in your ears as he does, the bull’s ears flick your way to listen to it. “She wants only me- heh, wants me to be her first, doesn’t she?”
Slurp-slurp-sluuuuurping as he’s rovering his tongue, somehow contracting it and extracting it in a way that massages your velvety walls.
Again and again.
“All you hafta do is sit there- all pretty, and take it.” Toji croons, and something dark glints within that gaze of his as he catches your lost expression. “What? That dear farmer of yours never taught you how to take it like a good girl when yer being eaten out.”
“N-no-”
“Then let me teach you—” Oh, you knew he didn’t bode well by the way that he said it. You knew it.
And in a split-second, Toji has one hand plastered at your hip, and the other veering upwards to smack! down on your swollen pussy. “Ah ah-” As you buck, that hold he has on you grows numbing, and you’re sure he’s leaving nail marks there for weeks. “Toji’s first rule- don’t run.”
“I won’t—” You’re swallowing your words back just as soon as you say them, because just then- two of his rovering fingertips intrude their way inside your cunt.
Not even waiting for you to get used to him, not even faltering as you squeeeeeeze.
He’s straightly stuffing two of them inside your snug channel, the bulbous ends of Toji’s digits digging into each of your hidden spots without even trying. Turning them over. Pushing into every nook n’ cranny n’ crevice over and over- “Oh my god-” Bellowing out, your body starts to move back and forth against him - as if it didn’t know whether you wanted to bounce down or run away- “Toji, I’ve never felt something like this- ngh.”
Only for a loud smack! to ring out against your wet pussylips once again, and for Toji to haul you back onto his mouth with his beefy arm. “What’d I say about rule number- hah, one, hm? Silly girl.”
He was stopping you from running from it.
He was looping one of his thick, beefy biceps ‘round your waist, stopping you from moving away from his open-mouthed kisses. “Good.” Pulling you in so close that his golden nose ring presses frigidly against your clit and makes you flinch. “Atta girl- atta, sweet girl.” Toji smirks against your cunt, once you try squirming your hips and find that you can’t move even a single inch. “Now squeeeeeze those pretty legs around, I don’t care if I fucking suffocate, use me, sweetness- that’s the second rule.”
“Like- like this?” You ask, your whiny pitch trembling just as much as your legs were by now. Feebly, they attempt to straddle Toji’s head properly.
To which it almost looks as if the bull hybrid was about to laugh—“No.”
Numerous more spanks of his fingertips on your cunt, and soon enough you’re finding yourself completely limb atop him. As he fingers you to tears, rotund fingertips scouring all the way to your cute cervix-
“I mean-” From your hips, his hand is then moving to your thighs. Wrapping around them to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze- until Toji felt light-headed. “-like this.”
“I think m’d-doing it.” You’re gyrating atop him wildly by now, finding a staccato in time with his thudding! fingers. Not only were they thick, they were just so long too - and they left you feeling dizzy with his vulgar strokes, with his incredible scent.
“Third rule, fuck back into me.” He commands, with that specific tone of a bull in rut that made you want to listen to him immediately. Your hamstrings screamed in protest as you continue, “Fuck her back into me- harder now, aren’t you a cow hybrid? Buck.”
You could barely even believe your ears, “You’re just so fucking mean- fuck!”
“Yeah, yeah, just like that.”
And Toji’s tongue? Oh, he wasn’t just staying still - not at all.
Toji had his tongue wrapped ‘round your throbbing clit and spanking down with his tastebuds. “And the fourth and final rule-” He gurgles through the wettened wads you were seeping out, “-is to get ready.”
You’re blinking your teary eyes back open, looking down at him in shock. “Get ready for what?”
It takes a few more probin’ thrusts before he can bear to pull away- and that, too, with the loudest smooch! The bull hybrid’s pants come out in heaving gusts, scalding air making you quiver at the sensation.
“Get ready…” Toji rattles off, after a few sultry seconds. And oh- you wonder, why was his tone octaves higher? Why did he sound so breathy? Why was there something…crazed in the way he said it- “-because you think a bull hybrid in rut would really be this nice, sweetcheeks?”
Jaw dropping, “Oh-”
“You don’t know how painful it was to hold myself back-”
And before you know it, your spine’s arching as you struggle to accommodate him- struggling to handle the raw primal pressure of his thick tongue and two- three of his fingers plunging into your hole. Pushing and pushing and pushing—
You’ve become masterful at rule number three, it seems, as you’re pressing your thighs upon either side of Toji’s face until he groans.
All of his appendages just reaching all the way for the very back of your cunt—“Ohhh, please-” Your head throws backwards as you feel him fuck you with his tongue like he was trying to ruin your inexperienced pussy. “P-please-”
“Oh m’ having a pleasant time alright.” Toji snickers, his heated pants leaving your skin perspired. The mountains of his knuckles were striking your outer pussy so hard now that they were starting to grow red on his skin. “S’fuh-fucking sweet.” Stinging.
Plap! after plap! You’re moaning as his mouth unhinges undeniably deeper to let even more of his tongue’s inches inside. Stretchin’ out your cute orifice, “Gonna hafta stretch her at least twice- haaah- twice as fuck! much if you wanna fit my cock, sweet girl.”
“Twice as much…” You’re repeating breathlessly, you couldn’t even begin to imagine it. It already felt like Toji was pulling you to your very limits - so even more…
“Rule number five- just made it up, heh.” Toji spits out - literally, a glittering glob of spittle that sticks to your slit. It slides down to your hold and makes it easy for him to thrash his tongue inside like an animal- like he was frenzied by his pheromones, like he couldn’t control himself from push-push-pushing.
Not even at a controlled cadence- Toji couldn’t stop himself from squishing your sweetest spots at the very back of your cunt. In almost no time, he’s finding that cute lil’ heart-shaped g-spot of yours - and Toji’s fingertips and tongue were fighting over which one gets to press on it the most.
Again and again until you’re in actual tears- “Rule number five is- ngh, you have to take it.” Holding you to him, until your cunt folds were plastered against his puffy lips. “Take it all like my good girl if you wanna finally take my cock.”
“Please-” Being pummelled away to the maximum, it’s all you can say like a constant mantra. “Please please- ngh! Please-”
“That’s all that dirty mouth can say now?” Toji tuts, “Tch- what happened to wanting me inside? Wanting my cock? Wanting to be fucked like the slut you secretly are?”
Primal swabs, again and again.
Twofold.
After each word, Toji’s tongue sizzles against your tender pussy - lips glued so deeply against your folds, that you can feel him lappin’ away every ounce of your slickness.
It drips slightly down his chin, and leaves your cunt slipping on top of Toji’s handsome face. You grab onto his large horns with a yelp- “Oh! Fuck, Toji- did I really say that?”
“Of course you did- hah, gallop, sweethearts.” With yet another spank, he rovers his face even deeper between your trembly legs. Nose-deep. Skin-deep. So deep, in fact, that the veins on Toji’s sculptured neck pop out.
You’re unsteadily bucking against him on instinct, and that leaves the man groaning. “Just like that.” Swallowing up every inch of your outer cunt, you’re being pierced by the relentless ministrations of his tongue again and again—“You asked to be fucked like a slut- hngh, and that’s exactly what m’giving you. Aren’t I just the beeest mating partner, sweetcheeks?”
“But I didn’t-” You’re babbling out, drunk on the vicious scrape-scrape-scrape of his intrusions. His fingers pushed just as your g-spot, and you could feel him glissading down even deeper. Deeper. Deeper. “-I didn’t say that—”
“Oh, didn’t you?” He’s hazily looking up from between your legs - there was something bleary in his eyes, something gone. “I think I remember-”
“Well I don’t-” As you’re raising your voice, you can’t believe it- Toji’s powerful tail wraps around your thighs and drags you back down.
He rumbles, “Rule number one…” In warning.
And it’s only with a few more thuds! that Toji’s pretending to remember just what you’re whinin’ away about, his dark brows shooting up to his bangs. And you can feel your treacly cunt quiver with the vibrations of his laughter, “But ah- I remember now.” His eyes crinkle into slits of amusement, eating you out until his nose ring slicks with your syrup. Just the notion is enough to leave his pheromones heightening, “I believe you said…‘you wanted to feel me’.”
Mouth dropping in recognition, “Oh- I did.”
“And what did you mean by that, hm?” Toji speaks through the ringing slurps, zap after zap of pleasure. “You’re already feeling me here-” Pokin’ at your g-spot, “And here-” His tongue snakes out to suck on your clit once more.
“I just meant I wanted to feel you- hck!”
His sweaty brows furrow, “But yer already feeling me-”
“No- more like I wanted to feel your-” You’ve never spoken words like this before, not even in the throes of your worst heats. You glance back at his twitching erection, “-there.”
“My where?”
“Your- your cock, Toji!” You’re wailing out, your legs feeling numb at the way he strikes your sweetest bundle of nerves. “I wanna feel your thick, looooong cock- please.”
Oh, you really were such a dirty girl. He’s gnawing down on that nub of your clit, “And where do you wanna feel my thick- looooong- cock, hm?”
You’re stammering, mouth growing less in-your-control the longer he’s making a mess of your poor pussy. “Inside-”
“Inside where?”
“Inside my cunt-” And you’re shocked you manage that out without stumbling over your words, gryatin’ back into his open maw with sly figure eights. But even that wasn’t enough—
Toji rolls his eyes, such a mess. Such a shattered mess. Just pushing and tasting and lavishing his tongue all over- “Say it again-” When you’re repeating your sultry words, “More- dirtier. Be good f’me, girl, say it again-”
“I want your cock inside my cunt, Toji.” You’re whimpering out, you’re shaking. Feeling the inexperience bubble within each of your veins, because the hybrid was just having so much fun corrupting you. “I want it inside- want you to fuck me with that cock so badly-”
“Atta girl.”
Forcing you to say those lecherous words, forcing you to cum—
“Oh my god-” With your back arched, you’re throwing your body into the wave of pleasure that suddenly bursts inside your body. “C-cumming- I’m cumming, Toji-”
“And it’s all because of me.” He’s smugly saying, perfectly puncturing at your g-spot with his constant pushes.
Because of Toji’s rut, his senses were so honed that he could mark each peak of your high- the explosion of bliss that he pinpointed with his fingers, with the slashes of his tongue. “Heh- me.” With a wet chuckle, Toji’s tongue was going to lick up every inch of your pussy like he was frenzied. Couldn’t get enough. Lap after lap. “Me me me me-” He sucks on your clit, letting his canines nibble lightly on them, and it lets out the most lewd sluuuuurp. “-and look- she’s thanking me.”
“Fuck! Never felt something so good-” Whining out, you’re bouncing your back into each of his hits. “-might be the best orgasm I’ve ever had- hck!”
“S’a pleasure, sweet girl.”
By the time the best of your high bates, Toji still hasn’t let up between those syrupy legs of yours. When he’s licked up every droplet of sap you’re letting out, he’s moving over to lick at the sheen of slick glued to your thighs.
Again and again.
Until you’re all the way overstimulated, and tears start to drip as if from a faucet. “I th-think m’done, Toji.” As if he already didn’t know - you’re pushing at his clammy head. “My orgasm’s over, I wanna try taking your cock now-”
“And you’re sure?”
He wasn’t asking to be nice. He was asking to make you turn your head and balk at the way his impossible size had only seemed to grow even bigger. Your lips wobbling, “Y-yes.”
“Oho?” Dark brows raising, he stops his ministrations and moves both hands to now grip at your waist. “Well, you did tell me to put my ‘thick, looooong cock inside of your cunt’-”
“So shut up and do it.” Huffing in embarrassment, you pound at his muscular chest - and he could barely even feel it, like kitten kisses on his bulky body. It’s enough for Toji’s cock to jolt with need, and for his attractive face to break out into a grin.
“Atta girl.”
And with that final compliment, Toji’s making to grab onto your waist and lift you off of his face—with the loudest smooch! It’s ringing out like the prettiest melody in both your eardrums, and Toji just barely manages to disconnect himself with your sweet pussy.
Just barely breaks his lips from your tender folds, all slickly glossed.
Just barely wrenches you off with ease, and takes one nice look at your hole - when you’re realizing that Toji Fushiguro suddenly stops. His nostrils suddenly flare. He suddenly stutters-
“O-oh, sweet girl. I don’t think you even realize-” Toji gawks up at your cunt. And you’re feeling somewhat shy when he filthily leans his features in and takes a good, long sniff at your cunt. As you’re looking up at him in confusion, “-you’re in heat.”
“In heat?” He sets you down near his rugged v-line, and you’re animalistically grinding your cunt down on his thickened length. You look up at him for answers, “What do you mean? Shiu said I’ve already finished my heat-”
“Fuck what Shiu says, silly girl.” Lightly spanking your pussy, Toji rolls his sage eyes. His pupils were all blown-out and bleary with lust, only darkening the more he takes in your buttery pheromones.
Oh, you smelled like the sweetest freshly-whipped cream - and that only made his mouth water as much as his swollen cock was. Drenching the cute innards of your thighs n’ your pussy mound with his sap, he grins. “I can smell it.” He parts his scarred lips, a thin line of saliva trickling down one side. “I can fucking- taste it-”
“Oh—” You’re gyratin’ back against his plummy cock tip, oh-so-lewdly. And you take another sniff of yourself, reaching up to feel that your scent glands have swollen up. “I g-guess you’re right-”
“Sugar, I am right.”
Before you know it, the world’s a blur around you- and suddenly you find your back against the soft hay. Your head being cushioned by one of Toji’s rugged palms, Toji’s large body hovering over you. Pressing you down-
“And this pretty pussy’s tellin’ me that this is yer first heat with a bull, hm?” Sliding his thumb between your glossy crevice, he listens for the squelches. “Awww, how cute—so m’your first, sweet girl?”
“Yes- yes.” And when he places his fleshy cock between your legs, at that sweet spot where you wanted him the most, you can’t help but realize that oh- he’d been stretching you out for so long for a good reason.
Because Toji’s hybrid cock looked absolutely ginormous between your legs, especially with the way he’d thickened up in size while eating you out. His cockhead was as red as a huge strawberry, and multiple times bigger. Bull hybrids, famed for the shaft length - now slipping n’ sliding between your pussylips.
Just kissing at your geysering orifice- “Oh- fuck.”
“And you know having you on top would be the easiest for her…” That said, he’s swatting his rough fingertips down on the nub of your clit. He’s spitting. He growls, and it’s enough to send shivers down your spine- “But m’still gonna have her in a mating press.” Throwing your legs over his shoulders, folding you damn in half. “Because you also forget one- fuck-” Just feeling you clench around nothing, enough to make him reach up and grab at a wooden beam. “-thing, sweetness.”
“And what’s that, Toji?”
“I’m in-” Hard enough that the wooden beam breaks—“-rut.”
Fourth rule, remember?
Because you didn’t think that he’d go this easy on you when he’s in fuckin’ rut, did you? You didn’t think that he was going to fuck you nicely, did you? You didn’t think that he wasn’t going to act like a damn animal, did you?
In a sudden motion, Toji’s plugging your hole up with his thick cockhead- and shoving it deep into your deepest insides. Long. Hard.
You’re yelping, nails finding purchase on his deltoids and clawing on for dear life because- “A virgin, are ya?” He tuts, “Don’t think m’gonna go easy on ya.”
“Oh my goodness-” Thighs curling around his toned waist, hips attempting to buck away. “Holy fuck-”
“Easy, easy.” It was just so cute the way you were struggling - especially when you were talking so big about wanting him. “Breathe in, girl- there ya go.” You’re following as he instructs, “Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in—” And suddenly there’s a sodden spank at your pussy, “-you, too, pretty pussy.”
Something that catches you off-guard, and makes you swallow him up an inch deeper. Your eyes rolling all the way to the back of your skull, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- I’ve never felt like this. You’re so big- hold on, Toji, you’re so-”
“Hold on?”
“What-”
“Hold on?”
He’s then spitting out into your open mouth, and slapping your pussy so hard that you’re seeing stars. Instantly, you’re set on edge by the way that his rugged cock suddenly slams- “You’re telling me to h-hold on?”
And was that a stutter in his sentence?
A laugh?
Toji Fushiguro sounded like he was fucking losing it by merely hearing your whining questions- “You seriously want me to…” Clawing down in front of your body, one of his rude hands press down on your stomach as he’s sinking iiiiiiin. It makes you feel every ridge n’ vein, every inch, every bit of his thick shaft intruding in. “-hold on?”
“It’s just- I just didn’t think you’d be so big-” He was barely even halfway in and you could already feel Toji at your throat, gushing out sticky wads of slick. With your feet planted on the hay-littered ground, you’re trying to arch your back nearly away from—
“Oi- who said you could tap out?” Before you know it, Toji’s hand lifts from your thigh to grab onto your tail - one pulling you in by the tail, his right hand still feeling for that tummy bulge he was fucking into you.
You can’t get away by the way he’s manhandling you back down into his hips, skidding straight across the barnyard floor. “Tch- ya need ta be herded or what, silly girl?” Grazing his dark happy trail against your front, the curly tufts of it scratch your clit. “Come back t’me- rule number one, remember?”
“Fuck-” Throwing your head back in tears, your legs were limp from the sheer pressure being put on your lower half. “-I can feel you reaching in so deep-”
“And you wanted me to hold on?”
He was never going to let that go - he was never going to give you even the slightest second to get used to his incredible length.
Palm pressing down on the cylindrical outline makin’ itself known on your tummy - just that big. Pelvis moving in a rapid, urgent half-thrusts-
Toji isn’t even waiting for your cunt to take it all, his red cockhead probin’ just inwards. Inwards and inwards and inwards. He can feel the tight resistance of your pussy, your sweet body unable to take him whole right now- and it only makes him groan.
With his head thrown back, he’s letting go of your tail to smear apart your pussylips. “M’in fucking rut and you wanted me to hold on-” He’s hissing, pushing your snug folds so far apart that you have no choice but to take his hammers. “Been teasing me with that s-sweet scent ever since I fucking got here and you want me to hold on-” Pulling you to him. Dragging you to him.
Toji breaks every single second that he’s not fully sheathed inside of you, and he’s just pummeling his hips deeper- “Hold on, hold on, hold on.” After each mention of his mantra, he’s rutting in. “You want me to h-hold on and-” Harder. “-and you know what-” Deeper. “-I want to do, sweet girl?”
“What-” You’re gasping out through your tears, sticking to both of your cheeks by now. “What do you want, Toji?”
“I want to- fuck! Well, first I want to fucking fit-” He’s whispering underneath his breath, darkened eyes narrowed as he takes it in. “Fit- fit- fit-” Before you know it, he’s spitting down once more on your cunt and shoving his cockhead inside. “-fucking fit-”
Blinking away the tears in your eyes, “And- hah, and what else did you want?” By the heightening of his pheromones, you already knew that it was something about to ruin you.
“I want…” He was teasing you now, just lightly grazin’ that blushing hot tip against the roof of your cunt. You could feel him filling up every sneaky orifice, and Toji was fucking you like he’d just gone feral- “I want to-”
“Oh, fuck!”
With a final, lewd thrust- Toji Fushiguro bottoms out.
“-breed ya, sugar.”
And he meant it. The massive bull hybrid was drilling into you like a madman- his cattle nose ring clanging with each rut. “I’ve been wanting to breed you since the moment I stepped foot here.” Toji growls, the red crown of his shaft directly heading towards your cervix now. Bruising. “I want to fuck- fuck you through every day of your heat- my rut.” And he was emptying out such long strings of precum into your womb, “Try to get you pregnant every single day of my rut.”
“You’re going to get me…” Your pupils are swirlin’ in comical circles within the whites of your eyes, and just the mere notion makes your tastebuds sizzle with saliva. You hadn’t spent your heat properly with a bull- let alone found yourself mated by one.
Bred by one.
“Fucking pregnant.” Toji finishes off with a snicker, pushing against that cute lil’ tummy bulge that he was pounding into you.
“Oh, please-” You’re throwing your head back with a mewl, “But I’ve never been m-mated to anyone before. Are we sure it’s going to take, Toji-”
“I’ll make it take.”
His jackhammers were so hard by this point, enough so that your sap splatters out of you in puddles. It glistens right down the inner parts of your thighs, and Toji swipes his thumb down from your pussy to glaze it in the syrup. To reach up to his scarred maw and suck on it.
And when he feels your spit-slicked lips start to wobble out more concerns, he’s pushing that very thumb between your own lips.
“Shut it, silly girl. Ya really think that when I hah- when I fuck you like this—in this mating press.” As if on cue, his manhandling strength seems to be folding you even deeper in half. “With this pretty pussy-” Dragging out a few more slurps with his thrusts, “-and my rut- you’re not gonna be walking outta this barn stupidly pregnant?”
“I-I don’t-”
“Silly, silly girl.” It’s a rude thwack! of his curvaceous ball sack after each slam, and you can feel your body grow more restless after each of his spat-out words. So mean. “Silly lil’ hybrid thinks she’s gonna make it outta here- hah, without bearing my calves.”
You’re shivering, your body so limply fucked by this point- that Toji’s tail has to wrap around one of your thighs. Holding you up. Interlocking your ankles around his neck with that silky tail- “Well, since m’inexperienced-”
“And m’gonna give you the experience of yer life- heh, I already am.”
He was - he really was. Just making you see stars every time Toji’s overlarge, plump cockhead dug into your g-spot. Somehow he’d managed to map the insides of your walls, and each thrust grazed his length against your sweet bundle of nerves.
Probing and probing a bruise exactly the size of his round circumference- “M’gonna corrupt you, sweet lil’ thing.” A sleazy smile spreads across Toji’s handsome, perspired face. “M’gonna fill you up with so much of my cum that- hah, they’re gonna be milkin’ it out of you for months afterwards, sweet girl.”
“Fuck, I’d like that-”
“Oh yeah?”
“I’d like that s-shoooo much, Toji.”
“Bet you’d like it even more after I fill you up with my calves, hm?” He titters, pheromones slowly growing saturated enough to mingle with your own. “After I fuck this pretty pussy pregnant ‘nough times that she remembers how it feels when I fill you up? After I breed you until we can- hah, fill this whole damn farm with them? After I make a momma out of you and no other bull can ever even think of touching you-”
You squeal, “Yes- yes yes yes yes-”
His tail tightens around your ankles, horns charging as if he was only growing more n’ more excited. Throbbing with more need. “And you better fuckin’ know that these are promises, sweetness. That no fucking farmer can ever break.” Toji stares you deep in your heart-shaped eyes as he says, “I will get you pregnant.”
“Oh, I’d fucking hope so.” You glide your hands down your front, “I wanna feel you right h-here, Toji.” Down where your womb was.
Fuck…you were dangerous for a bull in heat.
And his entire body feels feverish with need, the burning sensation of his rut overtaking Toji completely.
As his hips only grow sloppier, you’re grazing your sweaty palms further down his body. Starting from his shoulders, before ultimately you end up squeezing Toji’s massive milky pecs.
Even for a bull, they were just so plush. And you can’t help but twiddle your thumbs ‘round the golden rings that he had pierced through his pinkish nipples, lecherously.
He shivers at the sensitive sensation, “O-oh? Look at you.” Snapping his head down, you swear you could see a rouge flush take over his cheekbones. “You’re corrupted already.” And both of Toji’s own hands end up removing from your stomach and your pussy, ending up- oh, you could’ve already guessed.
Both of Toji’s hands end up on your tits.
Squeezing.
Kneading.
Before you can say a word, he’s already growling out- “And as any momma would- we’re gonna hafta make sure you’re making enough milk, huh, sweetcheeks?” That last bit of his sentence ends up drowned between the valley of your chest.
Toji’s gaping his maw wide open and sucking on your right tit, his left hand pinching the nipples of your left tit.
“I don’t think anything’s gonna come out just yet-” Your tail swishes in arousal as you watch him hollow out his attractive cheeks, thoroughly sucking on your tit like his favorite lolly. Sucking like he was trying to make milk come out—“I never did produce…much…milk…”
As soon as the words leave your mouth, you’re being proved wrong. Because with a gushing sensation, you can feel your hardened nipples stream out something straight into Toji’s open mouth. “You were saying?”
Pure white milk.
And he was such a messy eater, your ivory syrup dripping down his lips. It glosses them and created the sweetest lacquer that Toji himself was addicted to- “Mmm, so much, sweet thing—fuck.” He’s pinching at your left tit, too, a splashin’ puddle of milk that he immediately plops his mouth over to gulp up. “Ya really are a sweet thing-”
“I’ve never made this much even for the farmer-” You’re gasping, and your milk cascades down Toji’s chin like a waterfall. Constant. Sloppy “How did you even…”
“Because you’re in heat.” He says- choppy, through the way that he barely wanted to speak, barely wanted to remove himself from the sweet fountains of your spurting milk. “Because m’in rut.” Toji’s hips smack into yours so hard that you see white for a second, and his happy trail perfectly carnally itches at your clit. “And tonight- we’re gonna make a fucking baby, sweet mama.”
“O-oh—” With your voice cracking, you’re reaching your high. It comes instantaneously, and you arch into Toji’s glissading muscles as you ride through it.
As you’re fucked through it.
“Cumming again?” Toji’s marvelling, his words thick - he had his mouth full, after all. Smelling the saccharine sweetness of your orgasm in your pheromones, he’s marking each peak of your high with a bang! of his reddened cockhead.
Slowly opening up your womb even more, your g-spot felt so red-hot and raw from the inside as he just kept on thumpin’ away there. Again and again and again. “Of course, ya are- fuck. Just like thaaaat, fuck back into me- third rule. They say the momma needs to cum good if we wanna get you pregnant after all-”
“And what about you?” Still in the throes of your bliss, you feel absolutely no inhibitions in babbling away. Drunk on the thick, veiny size of him fucking you through your high—“Aren’t you gonna?”
“Gonna what?”
“Fuck…”
“Rule number six-” Toji pipes up, a mean glint in his eyes. “-is to use those words like the big girl you are.”
And you best believe that he was fucking you like he was trying to push the very words up to your throat, his veins massaging your sweet spots and making you shiver, his pearly white teeth back to sucking on your milk. “I want- hah!” You wince when his right hand slithers down to pinch your clit, “-you to cum- fuck.” You moan when his left keeps toyin’ with your nipples, streaming out dairy for Toji to swallow up. “-inside my cunt, Toji.”
And there—his eyes slightly widen in interest, “You really said it.” A proud smile gracing his face, “You really, really…oh.”
With a few more lewd thrusts, he’s emptying out his heavy balls.
They tighten as they spurt out the creamiest wads of cum waaaaaay back into your spongy womb, suckin’ up each pearly droplet as Toji fucks them inside you. Splashing out. Pooling out. That bawling divot in the middle of his shaft just leaves a murky mess behind, ribbons of ivory that glue your walls together.
“Oh fuck-” He’s clenching his canines, you swear he’s holding back tears—“And you’re gonna take it-” Toji snarls, fighting against the urge to throw his head back - simply because he wanted to look at you as he stuffed you till you were overspilling. “-take every single last drop-”
The hulking bull hybrid shakes as you clench your velvety walls. “Oh, yes.” You’re shivering once he smacks! your clit once more, swirlin’ those sultry webs of seed with his fingertips.
Toji’s pushing them inwards, again and again. “And yer gonna keep it, aren’t you?” Fucking you, again and again.
He hums, gluing the edges of his fingers inside your channel, so that not a single gumdrop can leak out of you. “Second rule, sweetness, squeeze those pretty legs. S’gonna tell that pussy to keep my cum inside- give me a lil’ calf, heh.”
“Shit- keep talking and I’ll…”
It’s too late for you. You’re so far gone on his pummeling length that with a few more strokes, you’re reaching your high once more.
White-hot.
Toes curling.
Back arching.
You can’t even control yourself, it’s the most powerfully sinful sensation you’ve felt in your entire life. And this time, not only are you overspilling in Toji’s glutinous white cum - you’re also spraying out your own slick. Translucent splashes of sweetness, so powerful that your entire body shakes.
Your high was being dragged out of you.
Squirting. You can’t believe you squirted during your first heat with a mate, your first heat mounted.
And as he instinctively bucks his hips through it, your new mate swears- “Fuck- fuck, don’t tell me you’re- oh. You are. Turns out I milked you dry, hm?” Something in him oh-so-triggered by the way you just kept on drippin’ from that pretty cunt, it’s as if the hybrid part of him knew that he had to do something to stop you from losing so much of it. “Rule number four, my sweet mate.”
But no bracing in the world could prepare you for what you felt in that very moment - because suddenly you’re feeling a strength so incredible that it’s as if you’re being split apart. “Your- your knot?”
“Damn right.”
You just had to see this for yourself. Chin hitting your chest as you watch Toji push n’ push the incredibly swollen base of his cock inside you. It was so round n’ red, about four times his actual circumference.
It sinks in with a lecherous sluuuuuurp—and Toji empties out a few more streaks of cum just from the sheer sensation of having his sensitive hilt sheathed inside of you. Isn’t that every bull’s dream? To have a mate as pretty as you, choking and overstimulated around his knot? Ready to take all of him until you’re pregnant-
“We’re mates now.” You’re still shivering from the shockwaves of your multiple highs, so overstimulated that you don’t hear his murmurs. Sobbing, you’re tugging cutely at his nipple piercings to garner his attention. “Wh-what was that, Toji?”
“I said–” Roughly, he pulls off from your lactating tits. Your milk drivels down either side of his greedy maw, “-that you know a bull’s rut lasts days, right, sweetcheeks?”
“Oh.”
“Guess we have a lot to learn…h-heh.”
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Shiu was halfway through his drive to Tokyo.
Halfway through his window cracked down halfway, his dark hair playing in the breeze, head nodding in time with the beat of some early 2010’s pop hit that’d surprisingly managed to calm him down during his drive.
Sure, Kusakabe had completely ruined his plans and forced him to leave you unattended on the farm - but Shiu can’t help but almost feel grateful towards his friend.
After all, it’s not every day that he gets to go out like this - the life of a farmer sure was a busy one. And it was such a nice day out, driving along smooth and silent in his truck like this was almost therapeutic. He’s almost considering getting an apprentice or two so that he’d be able to do this more often. He really thinks he could find inner peace like this, maybe all those self-help magazines he grimaced at in convenience stores were onto something. A man needs time for himself, too, y’know?
Yeah, time for himself. Time to just wind back, enjoy the highway, just appreciate the beauty of the world, y’know?
Halfway through a drive of peace and quiet, when he suddenly realizes-
And Shiu’s stepping so hard on the brakes that he wouldn’t have been surprised if about five other cars smashed into him from behind right about now. And he wouldn’t have noticed, either—”I left the gate of the bull in rut fucking unlocked-”
Immediately after he remembered, Shiu had gone and done a (likely illegal, most definitely illegal) U-turn right then and there. Heading right back where he came from, he’d cut off multiple cars, almost run over some unsuspecting old lady in his haste to get back to his farm - Kusakabe be damned, his best friend could rot in Tokyo until the end of time for all he cared. After all, he was the one that caused all this!
Shiu made it back home in less than half the time it took him to halfway down his journey to Tokyo (he’s sure he ran a few red lights).
And he’s fumbling with the keys of his gates, forgetting his truck and sprinting right up to where his cattle hybrids were. All cooped up inside the pen, they hadn’t gone into the barn still - and yet, with one sweeping glance, Shiu can’t really find any missing.
So he almost dares to breathe a sigh of relief- before his eyes catch the placement where Kusakabe’s bull had resided. Where Toji resided.
And Shiu’s heart drops at the same time as his jaw.
It was empty.
Quickly, he’s suspecting just why the cows and bulls outside weren’t going inside the barn, and Shiu takes another look at his herd—fuck!! Fuck, fuck, fuck - there was one missing.
And he knew exactly who it was.
In urgent, jerky motions, Shiu’s throwing open the gate to the pen (this time double-checking to lock it behind him) and heading straight towards the barn.
The barn where he can hear the rustling of hay, where he can smell the saturated sweetness of hybrid pheromones, where he can see—oh, you on your hands and knees, with your pretty ass raised high in the air for Toji’s cock to plough into, his powerful body. You’re all sprawled out on the hay, saliva and milk splashing out of you at a constant pace. You mewled as he stretched out your cunt so mercilessly, again and again and again. The plump knot ‘round his base hitting your pussylips with almost painful thwacks!
And by the ribbons of miry cum that clung onto both your lower halves, Shiu was safe to assume that this certainly wasn’t the first round…
Shiu’s nostrils flare, and he’s realizing that this wasn’t just the heady scent of Toji’s rut - it was your heat, too. That luscious creamy smell that made his mouth water, and his cock twitch in his pants as he took in the sight-
BZZZZZZZZ—!
Thank god his phone was on silent mode- Shiu hastens to pick it up before either of you can hear. Though, he doesn’t think he’s very successful with it.
Because just as Shiu places the crackling phone against his ear, whispering out a quiet- “H-hello?” He sees that Toji’s smug, handsome head turns in the direction of the barn door. And he’s smirking straight at the other man as he claims every inch inside of you, Toji’s honed tip pinpointing into every tiny nook and cranny.
And if that wasn’t enough, he’s leaning down to grab onto your leaky tits- and squeeeeeze out a pure white stream of your milk. Much more than Shiu’s ever been able to tease out of you during milking sessions.
He was making his mate known.
Slowly, Shiu backs out of the barn without you noticing (though, you were so deep in the waves of your carnal pleasure, that he thinks it would’ve been impossible to get your attention anyways).
Only once he’s out of the headiness of the barn does Shiu finally manage to register the other man’s voice-
“Hello? Helloooooo? Man, where are you now-”
“Hey, Kusakabe.” Shiu speaks, still slightly dazed. Still slightly staring through the barn doors from afar - all because of a fucking gate. “Take the next train here from Tokyo- no, don’t worry about your truck, you can pick it up later. No, you don’t need the cattle trailer anymore.”
Kusakabe sputters, “Huh? But why?” At the other man’s silence, one could almost hear the moment that understanding sets in. “Oh man- oh wait, don’t tell me that Toji and that sweet cow hybrid of yours has-”
“Yeah.” Shiu grits, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Unrelated, but would you happen to know any good names for calves?”
A/N. YOU ASK AND DADDY PROVIDES (not child support tho-) YES I SAW Y’ALL IN THE COMMENTS-