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cw: dark themes, noncon, alcohol mentions, shoko and reader are in their 20s, slapping, mean shoko, she has a bush (drooling)
thinking heavy about shoko forcing you to eat her out.
you both have been drinking for a few hours now, finally leaving your friends house to go back to your shared apartment with your best friend. she had been quite handsy that night, but knowing how she was you tried to ignore her.
as soon as you entered the apartment you hadnât expect her to throw herself into you as she grabbed you by the hips and slammed your body against the nearest wall. still dizzy from all of the drinks you just giggled, thinking it was just typical shoko trying to mess with you, but her gaze was different from other times. she was now looking at you as if you were a delicious meal she couldnât wait to test, and thatâs what she did as she pressed her lips against yours and started exploring your mouth with her tongue, making you whine and protest in the moment as your drunkenly self tried to get away from her.
shoko didnât seem to care about what you wanted or what you didnât want. she just kept kissing you, trapping both of your wrists between her hands. the kiss only broke as she tried forcing you onto your knees while you tried to scape her hold. she was way stronger than you, finally making you kneel as she know held your hair with one of her hands, using her free one to slip up her skirt. you could already see the wet again in her panties and the musky smell awaiting for you as tears slipped down your cheeks, pleading her to stop and just wanting to go to sleep. she of course wasnât listening to you, shoko was only focused on making you eat her out.
your best friend didnât care about your tears, your whines or your begging, she just told you to shut up and take her in your mouth like a good friend would. the cries coming out from you only stopped as she slapped you across the face, forcing you to stick your tongue out as she finally positioned her cunt on your wet muscle.
you silently begged for everything to end soon, shoko riding your tongue as you felt her bush rubbing against your face and her moans filling your ears. her clit kept brushing against you, making her roll her hips and grab you harder by the hair as she moved your face in synchrony. everything was just spinning, the alcohol was still in your body and the feeling of being used like this by your dearest friend was just making you cry once again. shoko noticed how you were trembling between her thighs, but your teary face was just making her hornier as she fucked herself harder on you, her fluids finally squirting all over your face, not letting you get away from her as she made you lick her clean. she only finally let you go once you had finished, making her way to the living room and falling asleep in the sofa, all while you were still on your knees, trying to understand what had just happened as your eyes burned from the tears.
cw: dark themes, noncon, alcohol mentions, shoko and reader are in their 20s, slapping, mean shoko, she has a bush (drooling)
thinking heavy about shoko forcing you to eat her out.
you both have been drinking for a few hours now, finally leaving your friends house to go back to your shared apartment with your best friend. she had been quite handsy that night, but knowing how she was you tried to ignore her.
as soon as you entered the apartment you hadnât expect her to throw herself into you as she grabbed you by the hips and slammed your body against the nearest wall. still dizzy from all of the drinks you just giggled, thinking it was just typical shoko trying to mess with you, but her gaze was different from other times. she was now looking at you as if you were a delicious meal she couldnât wait to test, and thatâs what she did as she pressed her lips against yours and started exploring your mouth with her tongue, making you whine and protest in the moment as your drunkenly self tried to get away from her.
shoko didnât seem to care about what you wanted or what you didnât want. she just kept kissing you, trapping both of your wrists between her hands. the kiss only broke as she tried forcing you onto your knees while you tried to scape her hold. she was way stronger than you, finally making you kneel as she know held your hair with one of her hands, using her free one to slip up her skirt. you could already see the wet again in her panties and the musky smell awaiting for you as tears slipped down your cheeks, pleading her to stop and just wanting to go to sleep. she of course wasnât listening to you, shoko was only focused on making you eat her out.
your best friend didnât care about your tears, your whines or your begging, she just told you to shut up and take her in your mouth like a good friend would. the cries coming out from you only stopped as she slapped you across the face, forcing you to stick your tongue out as she finally positioned her cunt on your wet muscle.
you silently begged for everything to end soon, shoko riding your tongue as you felt her bush rubbing against your face and her moans filling your ears. her clit kept brushing against you, making her roll her hips and grab you harder by the hair as she moved your face in synchrony. everything was just spinning, the alcohol was still in your body and the feeling of being used like this by your dearest friend was just making you cry once again. shoko noticed how you were trembling between her thighs, but your teary face was just making her hornier as she fucked herself harder on you, her fluids finally squirting all over your face, not letting you get away from her as she made you lick her clean. she only finally let you go once you had finished, making her way to the living room and falling asleep in the sofa, all while you were still on your knees, trying to understand what had just happened as your eyes burned from the tears.
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This is my first ask, but could you maybe make some Naoya non con?
-đȘż
cw: dark content, noncon, mean!naoya x maid reader, sexual harassing, breeding mentions
naoya is the meanest man youâve ever known. he is always bothering the rest of the maids at the zenin state, but it seems like lately heâs been fixated on you. it didnât matter which time it was, the future clan head would spend his time verbally abusing you.
at first you didnât care, you knew how he was, and entitled brat, but as days went by his attitude towards you was turning into sexually harassing you. youâd always try to run away from his hands, his grasp on you being so hard that it left marks on your arms as he told you to âshut upâ and âjust take itâ. his fingers would find the folds of your yukata, tearing it apart as his hands groped your tits, making you cry as you plead him to stop. he never did.
his abuse became constant, he has ordered you to serve him and only him. you now would spend your days on his bed, cock being stuffed inside you as you tried to look away from the man. tears would fill your eyes as you felt his sticky cum leaking down your thighs as he disposed you as soon as he was done using you. he never cared to make you feel good, he just used you as his personal sex toy while you hoped one day he will get bored of you.
This is my first ask, but could you maybe make some Naoya non con?
-đȘż
cw: dark content, noncon, mean!naoya x maid reader, sexual harassing, breeding mentions
naoya is the meanest man youâve ever known. he is always bothering the rest of the maids at the zenin state, but it seems like lately heâs been fixated on you. it didnât matter which time it was, the future clan head would spend his time verbally abusing you.
at first you didnât care, you knew how he was, and entitled brat, but as days went by his attitude towards you was turning into sexually harassing you. youâd always try to run away from his hands, his grasp on you being so hard that it left marks on your arms as he told you to âshut upâ and âjust take itâ. his fingers would find the folds of your yukata, tearing it apart as his hands groped your tits, making you cry as you plead him to stop. he never did.
his abuse became constant, he has ordered you to serve him and only him. you now would spend your days on his bed, cock being stuffed inside you as you tried to look away from the man. tears would fill your eyes as you felt his sticky cum leaking down your thighs as he disposed you as soon as he was done using you. he never cared to make you feel good, he just used you as his personal sex toy while you hoped one day he will get bored of you.
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husband!toji obsessed with her wifeâs swollen pregnancy tits
PLEASEEEEE
hubby toji x pregnant!reader
toji would be so obsessed sucking your nipples when you are pregnant, seeing how swollen your tits have become with the time :(
you could be whining about how much they hurt and boom, his mouth would suddenly be trying to milk your boobs, groping them and groaning as you moan telling him youâre sore. his cock would be hard as soon as he feels milk coming out of your sensitive nipples, licking and slurping on them as he tell you how slutty you are looking in that moment.
you would feel your legs go weak, one of his hands leaving your tits to touch your cunt as he keeps playing with you, rubbing his clothes clock against you and coming on his pants as he feels your pussy walls clenching on his fingers.
as soon as you gave birth, toji was going to make sure to get you pregnant once again. your tits would be the death of him.
cw stepcest âą large age gap (37F/20M) âą cheating / infidelity âą mommy kink âą dubcon âą non-con physical violence âą degradation âą âą grief âą toxic family dynamics âą emotional manipulation
you met kenji fushiguro on a work trip in osaka six months ago.
he was forty-seven, broad-shouldered in a way that came from years of carrying responsibility rather than gym time, with faint lines around his eyes and a calm, steady voice that made people listen without him raising it. his wife had died when toji was ten. cancer, quick and ugly. he had raised the boy alone after that, or tried to. by the time you met him he was successful in his field, some kind of logistics and import business that kept him traveling and quietly lonely in a way successful men often are. he did not talk about his son much at first. when he did, it was with a tired kind of love mixed with frustration, like he did not know how to reach the angry twenty-year-old who still lived in his house.
you were thirty-seven, single for a while, tired of starting over. kenji made you feel chosen. he asked real questions, remembered small details, touched the small of your back when you walked through crowded stations like he was already thinking of you as his. the chemistry was easy. too easy, maybe. he proposed after three months. you said yes because it felt like safety, like someone finally putting you first. you did not know then how much space his grief still took up, or how that grief had shaped the way he treated his son.
the wedding was small. you moved into the fushiguro house two weeks later.
it was a clean, modern house in a quiet tokyo suburb. two stories, big kitchen, a yard toji never used. but it still carried traces of the woman who had lived there before you. a few framed photos kenji had not taken down. a scarf still hanging on the back of a chair in the living room.
you told yourself it was fine. you were not here to erase anyone.
toji was waiting in the doorway the day you arrived with your suitcases.
twenty years old. taller than his father already, broader through the shoulders, black hair messy like he had run his hands through it too many times. there was a thin scar cutting through his upper lip on the right side. his eyes were dark and flat when they landed on you.
âthis is her?â he asked his father, voice low.
kenji sighed. âtoji. be polite.â
toji did not look at his father again. he looked at you like you were something that had crawled into his house and did not belong.
âyouâre not staying,â he said simply. âwhatever you think this is, itâs not. my momâs things are still here. youâre not taking her place.â
you opened your mouth, but kenji stepped in gently. âenough. sheâs my wife now. youâll show her respect.â
toji laughed once, short and cold, then turned and went upstairs without another word.
that was the beginning.
kenji tried. he really did. he took you out to nice dinners, bought you small things, a new coat, a necklace you did not need but wore anyway because it made him smile. at night he was attentive in bed, older and patient, the kind of lover who asked what you liked and remembered it. you felt wanted and safe.
but toji made sure you never forgot you were an intruder.
he refused to eat anything you cooked. the first time you made dinner, simple grilled fish and rice because you were nervous, he came downstairs, looked at the table, and pushed the plate away without sitting.
âi donât eat food from whores who move into other peopleâs houses,â he said, loud enough for kenji to hear from the living room.
kenji scolded him later. toji did not apologize. he just started skipping dinner altogether, coming home late or not at all. when he was home he called you names under his breath whenever his father was not in the room. slut. gold digger. shallow bitch. youâll never be my mom. you tried to ignore it. some days you answered back. most days you just felt the guilt settle heavier in your chest.
you were not trying to replace his mother. but the house made you feel like a replacement anyway. kenji still had her favorite mug in the cabinet. sometimes you caught him looking at nothing, his face soft with old grief, and you wondered if he was seeing her instead of you. you never asked. you just tried to be good.
and then you started noticing toji in ways you should not have.
it was little things at first. the way he moved through the house was different from kenji. kenji was a little slower with age. toji was all sharp edges and restless energy. when he came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist you saw the cut of his hips, the hard line of muscle across his stomach that his father did not have anymore. his voice was lower than kenjiâs when he was angry, rougher, like it scraped on the way out. his hands were bigger, calloused in places that suggested he did more than sit behind a desk. when he argued with you he stood too close, and you caught yourself noticing the scar on his lip, the way it pulled when he sneered, how young he still looked under all that anger.
you hated yourself for every comparison.
kenji touched you like a man who had learned patience. toji looked at you like he wanted to break something. the difference sat in your stomach and made you feel sick and warm at the same time. you told yourself it was just observation, that you were living in the same house. it did not mean anything.
but it started meaning something anyway.
tojiâs stares got longer. during arguments his eyes would drag down your body before he caught himself and looked away, angrier than before. he started finding reasons to be in the same room as you even when he clearly did not want to be. the insults changed. still cruel, still calling you whore and slut, but there was something else under them now, like he was trying to remind himself as much as you.
you felt it too. you hated it. you were thirty-seven. he was twenty. he was your husbandâs son. this was wrong in every direction.
one night it boiled over.
kenji was working late. you were in the kitchen cleaning up after a dinner you had eaten alone. toji came in from wherever he had been, sweaty, shirt sticking to his chest, eyes already hard when he saw you.
âstill playing house?â he asked.
you did not look at him. âiâm just cleaning, toji.â
âyou donât have to. nobody asked you to be here.â
you turned then. something in you was tired. âi know you hate me. iâm not trying to be your mother. i never was. but iâm not leaving your father, so youâre going to have to find a way to live with it.â
he stepped closer. you could smell the sweat and whatever cologne he used. his eyes dropped to your mouth, then lower, then back up.
âyou think i donât see the way you look at me sometimes?â he said, voice low. âyouâre not as good at hiding it as you think, you know that? thirty-seven years old and staring at your stepson like youâre fucking starving.â
your face burned. âenough!â
âshut up.â he leaned in, not touching you but close enough that you felt the heat off his body. âyouâre pathetic. my dadâs out there working and youâre in here getting wet over someone young enough to be yourââ
he stopped himself. turned around. walked out without finishing the sentence.
you stood in the kitchen shaking.
that night kenji came home late and tired. he kissed you, asked how your day was, made love to you the way he always did, gentle. you held him after. but your mind kept flashing to toji in the kitchen, the way his voice had dropped, the way he had looked at your mouth like he wanted to ruin it.
you felt disgusting.
toji did not come out of his room for the rest of the night.
he laid on his bed with the lights off, staring at the ceiling, cock hard and aching against his stomach. he hated you. hated the way you looked at him sometimes when you thought he was not paying attention. hated that his father had brought you here and made everything worse. hated that you were only seventeen years older than him and still managed to make him feel like a fucking kid with a crush he did not want.
he tried to jerk off to something else. anything else. it did not work. his brain kept giving him flashes of you, your mouth, the curve of your hips when you bent over, the way your voice shook when you finally snapped back at him tonight. he came once, angry and fast, but it was not enough. he fell asleep still half-hard and frustrated.
and then the dream took him.
in the dream you were in his room. the door was closed. you were wearing one of those soft shirts you sometimes wore around the house, no bra underneath, nipples visible through the fabric. you looked at him like you knew exactly what he was and did not care.
âtoji,â you said, voice low and steady, âi know you hate me. but you donât have to.â
he tried to tell you to get out. the words did not come. you stepped closer, touched his chest, and his body betrayed him completely. your hands were warm. older. you pushed him back onto the bed and climbed over him, straddling his hips like you belonged there.
âlet me take care of you,â the dream version of you whispered. âyouâve been so angry. so tense. let mommy help.â
he should have shoved you off. instead he grabbed your hips and yanked you down onto his cock, groaning when you took him all the way. you rode him slow at first, then harder, your tits bouncing in that thin shirt, your voice in his ear telling him he was good, he was perfect. he fucked up into you like he wanted to punish you for existing and thank you for it at the same time. the word slipped out of him without permission.
âmommyâŠâ
you smiled in the dream, soft and filthy. âthatâs it, baby. say it again.â
he came so hard it felt like his spine was breaking, pulsing deep inside you while you held his face and told him it was okay, you had him.
and then toji woke up with a choked gasp, chest heaving, cum still cooling in sticky ropes across his stomach and chest. the dream clung to him like sweat. your voice in his ear. the word mommy coming out of his own mouth. the way dream-you had smiled when he said it.
he shot out of bed like the sheets were burning him.
the bathroom door slammed behind him. he did not even bother turning on the light. he twisted the shower knob all the way to cold and stepped under the spray still in his boxers, letting the freezing water hit his face and chest. it did not help. the disgust sat thick in his throat anyway. he slammed his fist into the tile wall once, twice, three times, hard enough that the skin split across his knuckles. blood mixed with the cold water running down his wrist.
âfuck,â he muttered, voice raw. âfuck. fuck. fuck.â
he stayed under the water until his teeth chattered, until the mess on his skin was gone and the only thing left was the dull throb in his hand and the shame sitting heavy behind his ribs. when he finally stepped out he did not bother drying off properly. he yanked on the first clothes he found, an old faded black t-shirt that clung to his still-damp chest and a pair of black pants. his hair dripped onto his shoulders. his knuckles were red and angry, split open and already starting to swell. he did not care. he just needed to get out of this house.
maybe he would find some girl from the usual spot.
he left the bathroom door open and headed for the stairs, moving fast, jaw locked tight.
you were already in the kitchen.
it was sunday morning, quiet except for the low hum of the fridge. kenji was still upstairs getting ready for an early meeting. you were wearing shorts and a thin tank top, hair a little messy from sleep, moving around the kitchen wiping down the counters. you turned when you heard footsteps.
your eyes went wide the second you saw him.
âgoodness, tojiâ!â the words came out before you could stop them. âare you okay? what happened to your hand? let meââ
you stepped forward without thinking, reaching for him. he was so much bigger up close. twenty years old and already towering over you, shoulders broad enough to block the light from the window. your fingers brushed his wrist as you tried to take his injured hand.
he reacted before he could think.
the back of his hand caught you across the cheek and sent you stumbling. you hit the floor hard, a small whimper slipping out of you on impact. the tile was cold against your bare legs.
toji stood frozen above you, chest rising and falling too fast. the anger on his face cracked open for just a moment, guilt, followed by something else. regret. confusion. the aftertaste of the dream still sitting behind his eyes. he had not meant to hit you that hard. he had not meant to hit you at all.
âhow many times,â he said, voice low and rough, âdo i have to tell you to stop playing house?â
you swallowed hard, pride burning in your throat, and pushed yourself back up to your feet. your cheek stung. you did not touch it. instead you reached out again, grabbed his injured hand with both of yours and yanked it toward you, forcing him to look down at you.
âi donât care if youâre going to keep blaming me for everything,â you said, voice steady even though your heart was hammering. âat least let me clean this up before your father sees it.â
tojiâs fist clenched under your grip, but he did not pull away. you did not back down either. you just held on, looking up at him, and murmured, âyouâre really stubborn.â
something in his jaw twitched. after a long second he let you pull him toward the kitchen table. he sat down heavily in one of the chairs, legs spread, watching you with dark, skeptical eyes as you moved around gathering the small first-aid kit from under the sink.
you set everything on the table, alcohol, cotton pads, bandages, and took his hand again. his fingers were thick and calloused, much larger than yours. you opened them gently, one by one, and the difference in size was obvious. your hands looked small against his. you could feel him noticing it.
when you poured the alcohol onto a cotton pad and pressed it to the split skin he jerked and let out a sharp groan.
âyou bitch! that fucking hurtsââ
you did not flinch. you pressed harder, cleaning the blood away with steady strokes even as he winced and cursed under his breath. the alcohol burned. he tried to pull his hand back but you held on.
âyou will not speak to me like that,â you said quietly.
toji stared at you, breathing through his nose, eyes narrowed. for a moment it looked like he might snap again. then the fight drained out of him all at once.
âfine,â he muttered, looking away. âstop. geez.â
you kept cleaning. slower now. careful. the only sound in the kitchen was his breathing and the soft drag of cotton over broken skin.
upstairs, you could hear kenjiâs footsteps starting down the hall.
you finished tying off the bandage. toji still did not get up. he stayed sitting at the kitchen table, staring at his wrapped hand like he was trying to figure out how he ended up letting you touch him at all.
you were still leaning over him, close enough that your thin tank top shifted with the movement. the neckline dipped low. your cleavage was clearly visible as you reached for the alcohol bottle to put it away. tojiâs eyes dropped straight to it and stayed there a second too long.
you caught him staring.
instead of pulling back right away, you stayed where you were for a beat, then deliberately leaned in a little more as you grabbed the small trash bin from under the sink. your chest moved closer to his face. toji swallowed hard, throat bobbing visibly. you saw the way his jaw tightened after.
something in the air felt different this morning. he was still angry, still radiating that restless energy, but there was something raw underneath it after he had hit you and then let you clean him up. you were tired of the constant war. tired of walking on eggshells in your own house.
so you reached up without thinking too hard about it and ran your fingers gently through his damp hair, rubbing softly at the back of his neck like you were trying to soothe him.
toji went rigid.
he swatted your hand away fast, the bandaged one coming up on instinct.
you glared at him.
then you did it again anyway, slower, more deliberate this time, sliding your fingers back into his hair and rubbing the same spot like you refused to let him push the moment away.
âyouâre so much calmer like this,â you said quietly, voice low so it would not carry upstairs. âyouâre good when youâre not fighting everything. you donât have to be angry all the time, toji.â
the words hit him like a physical blow.
tojiâs eyes snapped up to yours, wide and dark. something inside him cracked open violently. the dream was still too fresh, the way dream-you had touched him, the way you had called him baby, the word mommy that had torn out of his own throat while he came harder than he ever had in his life. and now here you were in real life, leaning over him in that thin tank top, petting his hair.
his cock twitched hard in his pants before he could stop it.
shame and rage and something much more dangerous flooded through him at once. he jerked back so violently the chair scraped loud against the floor.
âdonât,â he rasped, voice hoarse and unsteady. âdonât fucking touch me like that again.â
you did not apologize. you looked at him, hand still half-raised, breathing a little faster than before.
toji stood up fast, chest rising and falling like he had been running. he could not look at you. the front of his pants was tight and he prayed you would not notice. he grabbed his keys with his good hand and headed straight for the front door without another word, moving like he was trying to outrun his own skin.
the door slammed behind him.
you stayed by the table, fingers still tingling from the feel of his hair. your cheek still stung where he had hit you earlier. and low in your stomach, something warm and guilty had started to curl that you had no business feeling.
kenjiâs cheerful voice called down from the stairs a moment later.
âmorning, sweetheart. you seen toji?â
you swallowed and forced your voice steady.
âhe just left.â
you did not tell him about the blood on his sonâs knuckles.
three days later it started on a thursday night.
toji got sick. badly. kenji was away again on another trip, so the house stayed quiet. at first toji tried to power through it like always, leaving the house even while his fever climbed. but by the second night he could barely stand straight. you found him in the living room past midnight, slumped on the couch, skin burning hot and damp with sweat.
âtoji,â you said softly, âyouâre really not okay.â
âiâm fine,â he rasped, trying to sit up and failing. âjust⊠leave me alone.â
you did not.
you brought water, medicine, and a cold cloth. he fought you on every single thing. told you to fuck off. told you he did not need your help. told you to stop acting like you were his mother. but his body betrayed him. he was too weak to actually stop you when you pressed the cloth to his neck or made him drink.
by the third day, the fight had drained out of him.
he was too exhausted. the fever kept coming back stronger. he let you help him to his room. let you change his sheets when he soaked through them. let you wipe down his chest and back with a cool towel when he could not do it himself. he still glared sometimes. still muttered insults under his breath. but the bite was gone.
that night kenji called. when you told him toji was sick, he just said, âheâs a grown man. heâll be fine.â toji stared at the ceiling the whole time you were on the phone.
around 2 a.m. his fever spiked again.
you went into his room with more medicine and a fresh cloth. he was lying on top of the covers in nothing but loose black shorts, skin flushed and shining, hair stuck to his forehead. when you sat on the edge of the bed and touched his forehead, he did not push your hand away. he just closed his eyes.
âyouâre burning up,â you murmured.
he stayed quiet.
you helped him take the medicine, then gently wiped his face and neck. after a while, when you tried to pull your hand back, his fingers weakly caught your wrist.
ââŠwait,â he said, voice small and rough.
you stayed.
you kept running the cool cloth over his skin. at some point his breathing changed. he turned his face toward your hand, almost nuzzling it. then, slowly, he shifted closer and pressed his forehead against your stomach. it was clumsy. desperate.
âwhy didnât he check on me?â he muttered against your shirt. âout of everyone⊠why does it have to be you?â
your hand hesitated above his hair.
he kept going, voice low and bitter. âhe always says the same shit. âman up. men donât show weakness.â like thatâs supposed to make me stronger. like thatâs why mom died, to prepare me for how fucked up life is.â
your fingers finally slid into his hair. he let out a shaky breath the second you touched him.
for a while, that was all it was. you sitting on his bed while he hid his face against your stomach, your hand slowly stroking his hair. the fever made everything feel heavy and unreal.
then he moved. his hand came up and rested on your thigh, then slid higher, pushing the fabric of your dress up. he pressed his face more firmly between your breasts and breathed in deep.
âyou smell goodâŠâ he whispered. âlike her.â
your eyes widened. âtoji⊠itâs just the fever. youâre not thinking straight.â
he shook his head and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer with what little strength he had.
âif it was just the fever, then why did you take care of me these past few days while my own father couldnât even be bothered to ask how i was?â
you did not have an answer.
he stayed there, face buried in your chest, one hand slowly rubbing your hip like he needed the contact to stay grounded. his voice came out even quieter.
âiâve never been happy since she died. not once. and i donât want to turn into him.â
your hand kept moving through his hair. he melted into it, eyes closed, lips brushing the top of your breast without meaning to.
then, after a long silence, he asked the question that made your chest tighten.
ââŠare you gonna leave me too?â
you swallowed hard.
âno,â you whispered. âiâm not going anywhere.â
you stayed like that for a while, your hand still moving gently through his hair while he kept his face pressed between your breasts. his breathing was hot against your skin. every so often his arms would tighten around your waist like he was making sure you were still there.
then you felt it.
he was hard against your thigh. not fully, but enough that you could feel the heat of him through his thin shorts. he shifted slightly, almost unconsciously, and the movement dragged him against you. a quiet, shaky breath left his mouth.
he did not pull away.
instead, he nuzzled deeper into your chest, lips brushing the top of your breast as he spoke, voice low and rough from the fever.
ââŠcan i stay like this?â
you did not answer with words. your hand just kept stroking his hair, slower now. he took that as permission.
his hand on your hip moved. it slid under the hem of your dress, fingers warm and a little clumsy as they touched bare skin. he seemed almost dazed, like he was moving on instinct more than anything else. his palm rested on your thigh for a moment before he slowly pushed your dress higher.
toji lifted his head just enough to look at you. his eyes were glassy from the fever, but there was something else in them now, something raw and desperate. he leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours, breathing uneven.
âi donât wanna think anymore,â he whispered. âjust⊠let me.â
his lips found yours before you could answer. the kiss was slow and messy, and a little uncoordinated because of how weak he was. but there was nothing angry in it this time. just need.
you kissed him back.
that was all it took for whatever was left of his restraint to slip.
he moved on top of you carefully, like even that took effort. his body was hot from the fever, skin damp as he settled between your legs. he did not rush to take your clothes off. he just pushed your dress up around your waist and tugged his own shorts down enough to free himself. when he finally pushed inside you, it was slow and shaky, a broken sound catching in his throat.
he did not fuck you hard.
he could not.
instead he moved in these small, deep rolls of his hips, staying as close to you as possible. his face dropped back to your chest, mouth open against your skin as he breathed you in. one of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist while the other hand gripped your thigh, keeping you open for him.
every few thrusts his rhythm would falter and he would let out this quiet, needy sound against your breast.
âmommyâŠâ it slipped out without him meaning to, voice hoarse and small. âfuck⊠mommyââ
you felt the way his whole body reacted when he said it. like the word itself gave him permission to fall apart. his hips pressed deeper, slower, like he was trying to disappear inside you. his face stayed buried against your chest, lips brushing your skin with every shaky breath.
you did not correct him.
instead your hand slid back into his hair, holding him there while your other arm wrapped around his shoulders. you held him close as he moved inside you, weak and desperate and completely surrendered.
âiâve got you,â you whispered against his hair. âyouâre okay.â
toji made a broken noise and pushed in deeper, clinging to you like you were the only solid thing left. his voice was muffled against your skin when he spoke again.
âdonât let go⊠please. just⊠donât let go.â
you did not.
you kept one hand in his hair and the other on his back, stroking slowly while he fucked you in these slow, needy movements. every time he started to speed up, his body would give out and he would fall back into that same desperate, grinding pace. like he needed the closeness more than the release.
when he finally came, it was with a quiet, wrecked sound against your chest, hips stuttering as he held onto you like he was afraid you would vanish. he did not pull out right away. he stayed buried inside you, breathing hard, face still hidden between your breasts.
his body was still trembling from the fever, from the orgasm, from everything he had been holding in for years.
you did not move either.
you just kept stroking his hair and holding him close while his breathing slowly evened out.
after a long minute, his voice came out small and hoarse against your skin.
ââŠdonât tell him.â
you knew he meant his father.
days later, toji was back to normal.
actually, he seemed even stronger than before. the fever had finally broken and whatever wall he had been keeping up around you had cracked wide open. he ate everything you cooked now. no more pushing plates away. no more calling it âshallow bitch food.â he would sit at the table, quiet but no longer hostile, and finish whatever you put in front of him. sometimes he would even mutter a low âthanksâ under his breath when kenji was not around.
and when kenji was not home, the two of you did not bother hiding anymore.
he called you mommy in that low, rough voice while he fucked you. sometimes he would press his face into your neck and mumble âyour boyâ like it was the only thing he wanted to be. you just held him closer and let it happen.
this morning, kenji was still upstairs getting ready for work.
you were in the kitchen making breakfast, slicing apples for the table, wearing a simple dress that hit mid-thigh. toji had come up behind you without a word. one hand slid around your waist while the other pushed your dress up. he was already hard. he tugged his sweatpants down just enough, lined himself up, and pushed inside you in one slow thrust.
you gasped softly, gripping the edge of the counter.
âtojiâ your dadâs still upstairsââ
âi know,â he muttered against your neck, voice low and lazy. he started moving, fucking you in slow, deep strokes while you tried to keep cutting the apples. every time he bottomed out he let out a quiet groan, kissing the side of your cheek like he did not have a care in the world. âjust keep cutting, mommy⊠iâll be quick.â
you bit your lip hard, trying not to make any sound. his hands gripped your hips under your dress, pulling you back onto him with every thrust. he was being cocky about it, kissing your cheek, your jaw, even nipping at your ear while he fucked you right there in the kitchen.
then you both heard it.
footsteps on the stairs.
toji cursed under his breath and pulled out fast, yanking his sweatpants up. you quickly fixed your dress and smoothed your hair, heart pounding. he stepped away and leaned against the counter a few feet from you, putting on his usual grumpy face like nothing had happened.
kenji walked into the kitchen a moment later, already dressed for work, looking tired and irritated like he always did in the mornings.
âmorning,â he grumbled.
toji barely glanced at him. âmorning.â
you kept your voice steady. âmorning. breakfast is almost ready.â
kenji grunted in response and walked past you toward the dining table, already pulling out his phone. his back was turned.
the second kenji sat down with his back to the kitchen, toji moved.
he dropped to his knees behind you without a word. before you could react, he was under your dress, hands pushing your thighs apart. you felt his mouth on you immediately, hot, wet, and hungry. he licked a slow stripe up your pussy and you nearly dropped the knife.
your grip tightened around the handle until your knuckles turned white.
toji did not care that his father was sitting ten feet away. he buried his face between your legs like he was starving, tongue working over your clit while two of his fingers slid inside you. you could hear how wet you were. every time his tongue flicked just right, your knees threatened to buckle.
you kept slicing the apples, trying to keep your breathing even. your hand was shaking. every few seconds a tiny, helpless sound would try to escape your throat and you had to swallow it down.
kenjiâs voice came from the dining room.
âyou two been getting along better lately?â
toji did not even pause. his tongue kept circling your clit while his fingers curled inside you, fucking you slowly under your dress. you could feel him smirking against your pussy.
you forced your voice to stay steady.
âyeah,â you said, slicing another apple. your thighs were trembling. âweâre⊠getting there.â
toji sucked on your clit a little harder in response, like he was rewarding you for lying so well. you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop the moan that wanted to come out.
kenji hummed, already distracted by whatever he was reading on his phone.
toji kept going.
he ate you like he had all the time in the world, tongue deep and messy, fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes while his free hand gripped your thigh to keep you still. every time you clenched around his fingers he made a low, satisfied sound against you.
olderbf!toji x fem!reader x older!sukuna x older!gojo
cw: dark content, mean olderbf!toji, theyâre in their 40s and reader is early 20s, dubcon and noncon themes, prostitution, p in v, double penetration mentions, crybaby reader, toji is a bum, blowjobs, naive reader, manipulation
olderbf!toji was such a bum, he would let his friends use your tiny holes for large amounts of money. anytime rent was due and he had no money? gojo and sukuna were there, paying his bills just to have a taste of tojiâs beautiful and innocent girlfriend. you were too good for your own, a whiny baby everytime their cocks filled your insides, tearing them apart as you sobbed in your pillow. sukuna would love the way youâd cry, mocking the way you stuttered as he choked your pretty neck. gojo, on the other hand, loved how you begged. heâd go crazy anytime youâd plead them to go slower, to be nicer. even if you knew they wouldnât listen to you, your dumb brain wanted to believe otherwise.
olderbf!toji loved to record those moments. to him, there was nothing more beautiful than seeing how his friends abused your holes and how youâd try and scape their grasp. he loved the way you squirmed, looking at him asking for help, knowing damn well he was the one to set you up. his shitty camera would be focusing on your cunt most of the times, capturing the way it was creaming around sukuna or gojo, or even both at the same time as you screamed at them to slow down.
olderbf!toji barely talked when you were being used. he would usually just throw around a few âwhat a fucking slutty girlfriend i haveâ or âlook at my dirty whore, moaning while she cries, loving how sheâs being usedâ. his words would hurt you, but they still comforted you, knowing he was there all the time, he made you think he cared after all. he was a mean man, he was selling you for money to his friends, but he was happy, right?
olderbf!toji fisted his cock when theyâd both have you on your knees, making you suck both of their cocks at the same time as you struggled to take them in your mouth. sukuna was rough, forcing his cock all the way down to your throat, making you pass out in him more than once. gojo was sweeter when it came to blowjobs, loving how you sucked on his tip and stared at him with those beautiful doe eyes. when your mouth got too tired, youâd try using those small hands of yours as both men spilled all their cum in your face, covering you in their seed and taking a few pictures for themselves.
olderbf!toji would comfort you as soon as the other men were done. youâd see how theyâd hand your boyfriend a handful of bills before leaving the house and finally leaving you and your boyfriend alone. toji would have you on his lap, trying to soothe your cries as he promised that would be the last time. and youâd believe him, it didnât matter if the next week sukuna and gojo were back again to rip you apart, you always believed toji. heâd murmur, âitâs done, baby. they wonât lay a hand on my pretty girl again. trust me.â you were just too naive to know any better, and that innocent girl inside you thought he did all that because he loved you.
he was your boyfriend after all, and who were you to deny him?
ok so i js wanna say smthn about that anon that said their dad was incestuous with them and it fucked them up.
while i do sympathise and reach my heart out to them, this is like entering a murder/crime scene and complaining about how there's blood đ
it always amazes me how people can literally clear their heads and just filter/block words and tags like "#tw incest" and allat but instead they decide to go into dd;dne authors accounts and start shitting on them and it's always annoying to watch
anyway, how do we feel about scummy older stepbro choso đđ
no cause i still donât be they this people still havenât blocked those kind of hashtags like?đđđ
BUT BUT SCUMMY STEPBRO CHOSO IM CUMING I NEEF TO WRITE THAT DOWN!!!!!
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Synopsis. Name: Fushiguro Toji.
Age: (Do not ask unless you wish to be kicked).
Type: Bos taurusâin other wordsâŠa bull hybrid.
Other notes: This particularly proud bull hybrid is already matedâwith you! Is known to be a patient and attentive mate, despite his rough exterior. Although if Fushiguro Toji isnât available when you go into heat, you know who to askâŠyour sweet farmer Shiu.
Got enough milk for two?
A/N. IâM BAAAAAAAAAAAACK and in honor of my 21st birthday thought 2 + 1 = 3. How about a 3soooome?? A continuation of this fic by me but can be read aIone, previous fic inspired by this tiktok by the gorgeous @/v4mpyrf4e <33
âYâknowâŠâ Tojiâs chuckle comes out sharpâit hits the back of your neck in a steaming pant. And he doesnât have to use entirely a lot of force to drag you backwards- just the simplest tug usinâ his headlock and youâre gasping down his length.Â
Just as you have been for hours now- for what feels like days.
The ground beneath you is dampened with sweat and spittle, those sun-cured hay cubes are a mess- your throat is run absolutely ragged. And yet Fushiguro Toji wasnât one to slow down - especially not during his ruts.Â
The bull hybrid leans inâand you can feel the smoothness of his septum dragging down the side of your face. Heâs wrapping his tail around your left thigh and hauling you to his hips. â-youâre never gonna find another mate like me, girl.â
And just as youâre opening your mouth to answer - to agree, to gasp, to sob - the doors of the barn house slam open.
And there stands your dear farmer, Shiu Kong.
Now, Shiu Kong must have known what he was walking into.
He must have-
Or at least one would thinkâhell, Shiu himself had assumed so and mentally prepared himself for about fifteen minutes outside the barn house before walking inside to tell the two of you to keep it down (those sensitive horse hybrids were complaining!) But he had never expected- fuck. This was all that damned Kusakabeâs fault.
Itâd been about two months since Fushiguro Toji was added to his farmyard roster. Ever since his supposed âbest friendâ had gone and dumped the proud bull hybrid on Shiuâs otherwise idyllic farm. It was meant to be temporary - just a few days watching over him until Kusakabe returned from a Hybrid Farms Convention in Tokyo. Meant to beâŠ
But he was bigger than the rest. Broader. Gruffer. With pierced ears and the sleekest black coat on his lower half.Â
So Toji had drawn gazes - one of which being from you, his most prized cow hybrid, specifically.
And Shiu couldnât have that.
Especially not given the fact that you were the sweetest, softest thingâŠoh, alright you were his favorite. A part of him almost expected that having a prime bull hybrid around so many unmated cow hybrids would be nothing but trouble. But he just didnât expect Toji to go after his favorite- anyone but you.
Thus heâd spared no expense keeping the two of you apart.Â
Yet in the end it hadnât mattered how many padlocks (twenty, at the last count) or planks that Shiu had fastened on Tojiâs separate enclosureâbecause a padlock is only as good as itâs locked. And only three days into Tojiâs stay, heâd forgotten to lock that damned thing before leaving the farm on an errand- was about halfway out of town by the time that heâd remembered.Â
And turned that truck around in the middle of the highway.
Of course, by the time that Shiu actually arrived at the farm and thrown those barn house doors open - much like he had done tonight - the two of you were already tangled up nâ mated. With you humming delightedly into Tojiâs neckâbite marks down every inch of it. The creamy scent of pheromones wafting out of the barn house and saturating the farmyard air.
And Toji himself hadnât spared you an ounce of mercy.
As teeth marks were indented all along your supple skin; especially âround each areola of yours which Toji pinched. Letting milk flood out of Shiuâs beloved cow hybrid. Looking straight at him.
Fuck.
Shiu remembers it as clear as day.
Did he mention that he was rock-fucking-hard then? He probably shouldnât have mentioned thatâŠ
Because it only makes him think about how hard he was right now, too.Â
He was staring at a vision that was quite similar: Toji was ramming into you like there was no tomorrow- so fast that heâs only seeing the blur of his angry cock and the smack-smack-smacking of skin-on-skin. Except this time you were on all fours.
So Shiu was given the perfect view of your pretty tail swishing from side-to-side. Only growing more agitated as Toji grows faster.
The farmer watches as Tojiâs hand wraps around your tail and drags you backwards- so disrespectful. A few more bite marks. A few more shakes of your pretty thighs - he gets the sense that youâd be collapsing onto the floor if Toji wasnât helping hold you up. And once again Shiuâs struck by just how pliable you are underneath the other man.
âCâmon now-â Toji grunts. âGiddy up. Almost there.â
Youâre shaking even harder. Your skin was glistening with sweat. Your eyes dazedly drift towards the other man - and he knows by that glint in your eyes- he knows it.Â
He knows that youâre about to cum.
And youâre throwing your head back with what he assumes to be a moan announcing your crescendoââShi- oh.â
Oh.
Were you about to�
Oh fucking-
And Shiu considers himself an intellectual man - he really does. Heâs usually quick with his quips and isnât the most inerudite of the rowdy bunch down at the bars; but thisâŠthis leaves his brain blue-screening and his mouth hanging stupidly open. Almost in a mirror of yours.
He can only stand and watch - cock throbbing in his denim overalls - as youâre tremblinâ all between Tojiâs harsh thrusts. The way he fucks you is rudeâas if the sound of the other manâs name on your lips almost spurs him on further.
He had to remind you who your mate was, after all.
Youâre growing limp once your wave of bliss is completely bated. And itâs with a deafening slurp! that Toji himself finishes.
Polishinâ off what Shiu assumes to be your sweetest inside with his long, clingy ropes of cum- so much so that heâs seeing a ring of white start to formulate around Tojiâs length. Lucky fucker. Shiuâs mouth goes dry as Toji pins your hips to the hay-littered ground and fucks and fucks his cum into you ruthlessly.
After a few prolonged minutes, he finally sets your waist free and lets your body droop onto the floor completely.
And between pants, Toji manages to whisper- âWhat the fuck?â Though his keen senses had already picked up on the fact that the farmer had intruded on your littleâŠrut session, itâs only now that Tojiâs finally turning.
The veins on his neck popping and prominent. Eyes greener than the brightest field - narrowed. It was as if he was finally seeing the farmer as more than simple amusement or some guy to poke âround with his horns sometimes - a challenge.
Was it just Shiu or were Tojiâs horns looking extra sharp tonight?Â
âAnd remember that.â Shiu speaks with courage that he did not haveâto hell with not biting the hand that feeds. Shiu mightâve been the farmer but he was less than a pigsty in Tojiâs eyes. Or so he felt. âNext time your pretty girl cums, sheâll be saying my name.â
Toji doesnât even pull out of you before he snipes- âNext time you say shit like that, theyâll carry you out in a wheelbarrow.â
You, pointedly, kept your mouth shut to avoid saying anything more inflammatory.
And you best believe that heâs stepping back from those barn house doors as soon as he could - what was that he said about considering himself an intellectual man? Heâs letting the doors slam behind him and waiting for a moment outside until he hears the two of you start it up againâthose horse hybrids and their beauty sleep be damned.
With that said, Shiu takes a deep breath and heads back to his farmhouse.
The time was 12:28AM and he spends the next hour rubbinâ his cock raw to the memory of you almost moaning his name.
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.
.
ââŠWhat did you just say to me?â And something mustâve shown in Shiuâs tone, because his friend groans from the other end of the lineââoh, câmon man-â
And never in his life has he let out a louder sigh. Pointed, too.
Because here Shiu was carrying on his early morning duties - ensuring herd checks and watering some of the trees, just going into the barn house to do some milking - when he gets a phone callâand from who else? Kusakabe Atsuya himself.
Now, Shiu has long since gotten used to dreading Kusakabeâs phone calls. The manâs his best friend, but a phone call from him was never bound to end well - heâs the entire reason he has a massive bull hybrid mated with you in the first place. So needless to say it didnât start off on the right foot. But then the words left his mouthâ
â-Tokyo Hybrid Farm Convention-â
And Shiu almost ended the call then and there.Â
But Kusakabe mustâve had an inkling. Because he yelped out a few pleas- âWait wait wait wait- please, I promise youâre going to want to hear this.â
And Shiu had no choice but to groan and comply. At least hear the man out. âAlright, but you better be quick. The cow hybrids need to be milked before noon.â
âOh please- you and I both know that youâre just impatient to see your âpretty girlâ, yeah?â Kusakabe hurries before his best friend loses his patience. âAnywaysâhear me out- thereâs a Hybrid Farm Convention in Tokyo-â
âIâm not-â
âAnd this time itâs for the hybrids.â Kusakabe cuts him off. Then basks in Shiuâs stunned silence for a few seconds, âAnd I know I ended up dumping Toji on you for a few daysâŠand eventuallyâŠpermanently, but let me make it up to you by getting him a new hoof-trimming chute. And maybe while Iâm there I can even get him fitted for a new bull ring.â
Shiu rubs his chin in thoughtfulness. âI have been meaning to get him a larger oneâŠâ
âThen itâs settled.â Kusakabe says gleefully. âIâll get you the ring and take Toji off your hands for a day.â
âCanât it be a few days?â Shiu grumbles.
âNo way, man. Heâs all yours- consider me the babysitter.âÂ
âWhatever- better than nothing.âÂ
âSo Iâll pick him up in an hour or two, yeah?â Kusakabe affirms, and from the other end of the line Shiu can hear some shuffling. A truck door slamming. âIâll have him back to you around midnight.â
âTake your time.â
And with just a few more words shared, Shiuâs ending the call. He stands at the door to the barn house in a way far too reminiscent of the night beforeâand from here he can see you nuzzlinâ up to Toji for warmth as the early morning sunlight creeps into your hay-scattered abode. It really was a heartwarming sight, the two of you - if only Toji wasnât glaring at him as if he wanted to trample over him.
However, this time, Shiu was the one with the upper hand. âGuess what, hotshot?â He goads at the bull hybrid, and it works to make his olâ golden nose ring huff. âYouâre going to be going on a little field trip today.â
Toji scoffs and rests his chin on your head.
âOh no- Iâm afraid this oneâs going to be a bachelorâs trip.â The most wicked smile twitches at his lips. He watches Tojiâs brows furrow and his front legs start to kick at the ground as if about to charge. âYouâll be going to the Hybrid Farm Convention in Tokyo with your old pal Kusakabe, isnât that exciting?â
The look on Tojiâs face was âmost certainly notâ.
âThen we can replace that old-fashioned ring of yours with a new one. Make that ugly mug a little more handsome, hm?â
âMy ass is more handsome than you.â
âReal mature.â Shiu shakes his head as Toji flips him off and struts away outsideâhis midnight-black hair gleams under the morning sun, and the muscles of his upper half are almost Herculean. Shiu follows your gaze to the bull hybrid.Â
With a fond chuckle, the farmer then walks over to you and runs his fingers across your scalp. Reaching that one spot he knew you loved so much- scratching behind your hybrid ears. âI donât know how you put up with him, pretty girlie.â
âHeâs really not that bad once you get to know him.â Youâre softly nuzzling into him.
Shiu shudders as he thinks back to last night. âYeah, well I think I know him a little too- hey, are you feeling a little warm?â
âHmmm?â Absent-mindedly youâre humming.
âIâm serious, girl.â Shiuâs brows furrow- and heâs taking his hand off of your scalp to feel the temperature on your forehead. âI think youâre a little warm.â
Eyes closed, youâre only pushing against him- yearning for his touch. And Shiu tries not to think about that too hard. âI was just in the sun, Shiu.â
âYeah butâŠâ Now that he thinks about it- you were particularly touchy todayâalmost needy. And heâs sure he wasnât imagining the scent of soft sweet cream that lingered in the barn house today. Although that wouldnât make sense - cow hybrids were prone to one heat cycle a month, for about a week give or take.
And youâd just finished your cycle two weeks agoâŠShiu would know.
He hadnât gotten a wink of sleep those past few days. And as if that wasnât bad enough- immediately after your heat, Tojiâs rut had started up.Â
The farmer turns his head and looks at the little homemade calendar hung up at the end of the barn. It contained all the dates of the hybridsâ heats and ruts and when he might expect them nextâand not to brag, but it had a 97% accuracy rate. The 3% was when Toji wanted to piss him off and somehow manage to draw his rut out a little longer.
But according to that- you should be in the all-clear. He furrows his brows at the color-coded green zone. What can he say? Shiu Kong liked pretty things, okay?
Aforementioned Shiu Kong looks at you. âMaybeâŠhm, maybe itâs just a little fever, pretty girl. That brute mustâve worn you out.â Youâre shyly bumping your shoulder into him, and he runs his hand across your body. âNow then I need you to get some rest, okay? Go sleep and Iâll bring over your breakfast- oh.â Just then, his hand dips up to the swell of your chest where your tits were. âAnd Iâll milk you tomorrow depending on how youâre feeling, does that sound good?â
Almost dazedly, youâre nodding with a smile. âMmm sâgood, Shiu.â
A thrill zips down his spine - he ignores it. âG-good. Go on now.â And right before he himself leaves the barn house, Shiu says. âAnd do try to convince Toji that itâd be good for him to get a new ring. The fool doesnât realize the power he has in emptying Kusakabeâs pockets.â
Shiu gently closes the door to head back to his duties.
He flips Toji off behind his back.
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At 12:21PM on the dot (Kusakabe said heâd be here half an hour ago) his best friendâs truck is parked in his vast farmland. And Shiu helps Toji into a hybrid trailerâhe could have just gone in the passenger-side seat, but Shiu didnât trust Toji one bit to not just open the door and jump out. Perhaps even outrun that truck at the first instance of missing you.
Honestly, he might just do the same with the trailer tooâŠ
But Shiu doesnât tell Kusakabe this - instead heâs letting the man load his prized bull hybrid. And then clapping him on the shoulder, âAlright- heâs your problem now.â
âJust for today.â Kusakabe rolls his eyes. âA day longer and he might just drive the truck himself getting back to his mate.â
He whispers, ââŠI wouldnât count on him not to do that today, either.â
âWhat was that?â
âNothing.â Shiu amends. Looking at the huffing nâ puffing Toji inside the trailer, arms crossed. âJust that heâs a romantic.â
âThat he is.â Kusakabe tips his hat and waves himself off. âAlright- midnight, yeah?â
âLike I said- take your time.â He says, eagerly- perhaps a little too eagerly.
The other man gets into the truck and slams the door shut - the force causes that hunk of rusted metal to wobble and creak, like an old manâs laugh. Shiu gets the sense that the entire world seemed to be laughing at him at that momentâincluding his best friend. Was he really that obvious?Â
Shiu walks up to Kusakabeâs window and leans against it. âWhat the hell are you laughing at?â
âOh- nothing.â Kusakabe has the audacity to wipe off a mirthful tear. âJust that it reminds me of back then. Bet youâre really happy to have some alone time with your pretty girl, huh?â
âYou say that like itâs been ages since Tojiâs been here.â Shiu scoffs. âSheâs known me longer- probably still likes me better too. You know she only lets me-â
â-milk her.â Kusakabe interrupts. Amusement on his features at the familiar words, âYeah yeah. Youâve said it once before, man. Or maybe twice. Thrice. Fifteen times-â
âWhatever, man.â
Shiu kicks off the side of Kusakabeâs truck and gives it a customary slap on the bonnet.Â
âDrive safe. Even if you get stranded this time, Iâm not coming to pick you up.â
âWhat a friend.â Kusakabe starts pulling the truck ahead and calls out as he goes. âTake care of the pretty girl when her mateâs not around~â
âYou know I will.â
And as he watches the truck pull away with Toji inside the trailerâthe bull hybrid lets out a mournful sound. Itâs as Shiu feels a soft head rest against him that he realizes youâd joined him in the farewell; longingly watching your mate be hauled off.Â
âItâs just for the convention, pretty girl.â Shiu mutters to you. He reaches to scratch behind your hybrid ears but- the faint heat radiating off you makes him pause. âIsâŠit just me or has your fever gotten worse?â
âMmm, dunno.â You murmur thickly. You push deeper against his body and Shiuâs suddenly hit with a lingering scent of dairy and fresh flowers, presumably from last night.
âIf this gets any worse then we might have to pay a visit to Dr. ShokoâŠâ
Fervently, youâre shaking your head.Â
Although you liked the cool and composed otter hybrid, Dr. Shoko, actually visiting the doctor was another thing. And so Shiu let it slide - for now - as he advised you to stay out of the sunlight and get some more restâheâll bring some cool drinks over after heâs done tending to the horse hybridsâ hair.
Shiu watches as you totter off into the barn house once more.
Heâll have to keep a close eye on youâŠ
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3:18PM
The farmdog hybrids were particularly energetic today - Shiu spent just about two hours straight neglecting his tractor maintenance to throw frisbees with them. Ah, to hell with that old thing. Maybe next time heâll accompany Kusakabe to those Tokyo conventions and see if they have discounts on tractors.Â
Although he knows he shouldnât have been so careless - but you canât blame a farmer for letting loose! Especially not when - usually - whenever he did this sort of thingâitâd only end up with Fushiguro Toji trampling all over the frisbee for the sake of it.
Especially not when itâs exactly what got him to notice the state of you in the first place.
Shiu had thrown the frisbee too far. It had landed somewhere by the pond, and Shiu didnât want Ino getting his coat all muddied again- so he told the canine hybrid to stay put as he himself trudged through all the vegetation and too-soft earth. AhâŠremind him to unweed this mess sometime soon. Spike rushes stuck to his boots, and water lilies waded towards him as the farmer determinedly made his way to the frisbee.Â
Just bending down to get it when-
Letting out softlyââOh.â
When Shiu spots your curled-up self on the side of the pond bankâall cocooned amongst the lush vegetation like a little treasure just for him. He tries to shake that thought out of his mind.
You startle awake once he steps on a twig attempting to get nearer to the frisbee- âEasy there.â His deep tone soothes you. âEasy. Easy. Itâs just me.â Youâre following the voice and settling down once you recognize him. âWhatâre you doing here, pretty girl?âÂ
âJust resting.â You respond. Now that you were sure there wasnât any danger, youâre settling back down into your comfortable position. âThe water helps keep me cool, yâknow?â
âThat pesky feverâs still bothering you?â Shiu reaches down to measure the temperature on your forehead - and sure as day, heâs feeling the heat simmering. If he wasnât mistakenâit was just a tad hotter than what he remembered it to be when saying goodbye to Toji. âHmâŠit doesnât seem to be getting better on its own. How about a visit to Shokoâs?â
âShiuâŠâ You whine.
âNow now, missy.â He tuts. âI need you to be healthy- not only would Toji kill me otherwise, but I wouldnât forgive myself either.â
âIâm feeling fineâŠreally. Itâs just a little hot.â You insist. âTodayâs been really hot- I promise mâgonna feel better once the sun goes down.â
âHmmm. Alright.â Though Shiu still didnât seem all that convinced. âBut you wonât cool off with water just by looking at it.âÂ
âWhat do you-â
But those words are getting stuffed back into your throat once Shiu takes a little run-up and throws himself into the pond. Creating a resounding splash! and sending a wave of water into the airâlike translucent sun-glittered frogs that take a soaring leap and land on you.Â
Youâre yelping as the cool water lands on you- âShiuâ! You little-â
And then jumping in after him.
He throws his head back and lets out a deep, joyous laugh. And if he smelled the soft fragrance of honey suckle and fresh creamâŠthen he imagines some of the other cow hybrids are ready for milking again.
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6:21PM
Shiu wasnât celebratingâhonestly.
Even he wasnât that tactless.
Itâs just that it was a little quiet without Fushiguro Toji around to cause trouble with the other hybrids, or with any guests, or with ShiuâŠor with practically anyone that wasnât you. He wondered whether you realized the sheer extent of his special treatment. Which was why he decided to spoil the lot of you - especially you - today.
And for this Shiuâs apples were amongst the most famed in these parts - he hears they went for thousands of yen each in Tokyo. Lush and luxurious. Like biting into a piece of heavenâhe knew that the hybrids were particularly covetous of this rare luxury. And luckily for him, theyâd just been harvested today.Â
So why not give you lot a little treat?
Those stingy middle-men would be here to load up the apples tomorrow morning; so before that he herded his hybrids to the picturesque orchard. Where the apple trees embraced the groves from either side, the tops of their branches nearly winding into the sunset-painted clouds and pulled them back, and beneath them lay crates upon crates of apples like treasure pots at the ends of rainbows. Those apples seemed to gleam even brighter as the sun dipped beneath the horizon; gilded.Â
And Shiu kept his hands on his hips, a proud smile on his face, as he watched over the hybrids picking apples and digging through crates. All except forâŠ
âWhereâsâŠâ
Brows furrowed- Shiu turns around and spots you slumped against the wooden entrance to the orchard. Those towering pillars were intertwined with vines, and amongst them you looked like the prettiest rose.Â
âSomething wrong, my girl?â He walks towards you, handsome features pinched in concern. Immediately, Shiuâs hand goes up to feel your temperature once more. âFuck-â And almost as soon as it makes contact with your forehead, heâs pulling awayâ
âShiuâŠâ
âYouâre burning up- pretty girl, why didnât you tell me that itâd become this bad?â He hisses. And then heâs reaching down to gently clasp your hand. Those caramel-brown eyes of his are just so softâŠâCâmon- lets get you to Shokoâs before sheâs offââ
Yet oh-so-stubbornly youâre shaking your head. âPromise mâokay, Shiu.â
âBut-â
âItâs not a fever.â And the hairs on his body stand on end at those words. If not a fever, could this beâŠâI think it must be the heat or something- that and Toji did wear me out a little last night.â
His jaw clenches. âIâm sure. But I still think it would be good to go for a check-up.â
Youâre averting your gaze from his. âIâm alright. Trust me.â
And though Shiu was clearly displeased by this turn of eventsâhow could he ever say no to his favorite girl? It was almost embarrassing how easily heâs bending to your will- and letting out a sigh he attempts to make sound annoyed rather than fond. âOh, alrightâŠbut at least try one of the apples. Iâm sure theyâd be good for you.â
âOf course-â Then you take a step - and the faint dizziness thatâd accompanied your fever makes you nearly fall into Shiuâs chest. Thankfully the farmer catches you easily with his scarred palms darting to your waist, his broad arms wrapping around your body- and the tips of his fingers graze where your tail starts.
And both of your breaths hitch-
âHey boss- can we dig into the pears too or are those off limits?â Inoâs blissfully oblivious tone shatters whatever strange atmosphere had seemed to concentrate between you two.
And you both jump backwards as if electrocuted.
âThe uh- the what-â Shiu whirls around at the farm dog hybrid, âNot a chance. Donât even think about touching those.â
ââŠOops.â
âThose are „5000 a pear-â He pinches his nosebridge and groans- as his most trusted dog hybrid scampers off with an armful of pears. As he does so, Inoâs dropping one on the grass that Shiuâs bending down to pick up. Wiping off the non-existent dust on his denim overall, Shiu pulls a pocket knife out and cuts a clean slice of pear in mere seconds.
Calm and controlled.
Somehow, just seeing how competent he was with it made something at the pit of your stomach- twinge.
Before you know it, Shiuâs holding the tempting slice out to you. âEat.â When you look at him in hesitation, he chuckles handsomely. âTheyâre about to raid the pears anyway, so you might as well eat.â
And so you do - he watches every minute expression of yours as you bite into it. That glimmer in your eyes. That smile.
FuckâŠ
Chomping on the luxurious fruit, youâre soon raising your nose into the air and sniffing.
Shiu raises a brow, âSomething wrong? Itâs not rotten, is it?â
You shake your head and continue sniffing. âNo, itâs justâŠâ Your ears twitch towards him- and he finds it so cute how they move almost all on their own. âSomething smells good.â
âThe pear?âÂ
âNo.â Shaking your head once moreâthe way you look at him then is justâŠdifferent. âLike apples. And caramel. And honeysuckle.â
Shiu scratches behind his neck. âWell, I donât know about the caramel- but we are in an apple orchard.â Gesturing at the sprawling land. âHelp yourself.â
You smile and rub yourself against him lightly, soon joining your friends.
This was proving to be quite the strange day- fuck, were you getting hotter?
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11:59PM
âI should have taken you to Shokoâs in the morningââ
This is all Shiuâs fault.
This is all Shiuâs fault.
But to understand just how badly heâd messed up, one would have to rewind the clock to about two minutes and twenty seconds ago; itâd been a long day at the farm. Exhaustibly so. Even more so than usual, Shiu was dead-tiredâit was practically subconscious the way in which heâd scrubbed himself clean and slipped into his favorite pair of pajamas (the ones with the cows and barns on them).Â
And heâd just - just - sat himself down on the creaky sofa in front of the TV, to get in at least five minutes of his favorite cheesy soap operas before he zonked out before itâŠwhen the front door started rattling.
WaitâŠrattling?
Knocking.
Shiu sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he heaved himself to a stand- âYeah, yeah mâcomingâŠdonât break the damn door down.â Heâd at least expected Kusakabe to give him a call before he returned and started trying to leave him doorless- but ah.Â
Shiu was grumbling a few choice words underneath his breath as he swung the front door and screen open. Only to be met withâ
âPretty girl?â In split-seconds, every ounce of sleepiness leaves Shiu as he darts to hold your faintish body. Your head was drooped, and your breaths were coming out rapid. You were supported by only some of the other cow hybrids. Immediately his hand is flying to your waist, and heâs throwing one of your arms around his shoulders- before giving up on any inhibitions and pulling you into a proper princess carry.
A worried Ino and the others trailed after. âThe cow hybrids let me know that there was something wrong, boss. So I brought her here.â
âGood thinking. Thank you.â Shiu just barely has the thought to murmur. He hurries to sprawl you out across where you would be most comfortable: his bed. âWe need to contact Dr. Shoko immediately.â
âItâs not her time of heat yet, right?â Ino asks from the doorway. Behind him were some of the other members of the barn house looking in concern.
âNo.â Shiu shakes his head. He glances up and sees the commotion- âIt might be a fever, or maybe it was too hot out? I donât knowâfuck, I shouldâve just taken her in the morning when she first told me.â
âShould I get the truck ready now, boss?â
âSure. But I donât want to move her much right now- poor thing.â Shiu looks on sadly at the way youâre gripping his soft pillows and smushing them to your faceâbreathing them in. âIâll call Shoko and see if thereâs anything we can do from here-â Reaching over to his bedside cabinet and picking up the phone, âYou guys get some sleep, and Iâll let you know if anything happens.â
âYouâve got it.â Ino nods- and then heâs herding the rest of the barn outside.Â
In this little bubble of his bedroom, this little nook of the farm which smelled like fresh cream and honeysuckle, and had the air of sluggish mornings that made oneâs eyes droop; it was just you and Shiu and the ringing tone of Shokoâs clinic.
Ringing once.
Ringing twice.
It cuts and Shiuâs trying Shokoâs personal number this time. She picks up almost instantly- âHello?â
âIâm not going to ask about the integrity of your sleep schedule, but I need your help-â
âThatâs what Iâm here for.â
And as Shiu lists off your symptoms - the clamminess, the rapid heartbeat, the puffs of pheromones now filling up his bedroom, and more importantlyâŠthe wetness between your thighs (he wasnât a lecher- he promises, it just-so-happened that Dr. Shoko had asked him to double check as part of your symptoms) - he himself starts to get an understanding of your diagnosis. You were in heat. But-
âBut wasnât her heat just two weeks ago?â Thereâs a shuffling of papers on the other end of the line as Shiu realizes Shoko mustâve gone through your file at home. âAnd she isnât known for having any irregular heats.â
âCould this possibly be triggered by something external?â Shiu asks.
âIt is possible.â She answers. âHave there been any changes to her environment? Something that may trigger a stress response in her?â
âWell, just today I had Toji go out with my friend to a convention- could it possibly be the distance?â He suddenly feels a drop of guilt at possibly being connected to why you feel this way.
âHmm, I donât believe so. Mating bonds are of the nature to be most volatile in close distances, rather than when theyâre apart.â She hums thoughtfully. âYou said that her mate was away today, right? And this started just today? Have there been anyâŠother changes?â
Shiu raises a brow. âOther?â
And he canât see her, but he gets the feeling that had they been in her office- then Shoko would have her fingers crossed and a grave expression on her face. âYes. Has she been close with any other hybrid on the farm? Perhaps nuzzling up to them? Perhaps giving off her scent?â
The tips of Shiuâs fingers, clutching the phone, feel utterly numb. ââŠYes.â Him.
âWell then. I believe the matter is quite simple, Mr. Shiu.â Tell him. âIt is a strange phenomenon in which the hybrid seems to have two mates.â
ââŠâ He canât quite seem to close his mouth. âWhat?â
âPrecisely.â Shoko speaks as if merely commenting on the nice weather or a particularly good football goal.
âB-butââ Shiu clutches the phone and tries to keep his volume from rising so as not to awaken you - youâd fallen asleep wrapped in his sheets now. Nose stuffed into the fabrics coated with his natural musk. âI thought hybrids mated for life? With only one-â
âMost often, yes. But there are rare cases in which a hybrid might find themselves connected to two others, or even three. Sometimes these connections may be latent and only make themselves known when triggered by a heat or time apart from her original mate.â His jaw just keeps dropping. âAnd it seems that in your cow hybridâs case, in the absence of one mate she found her second mateâs connection activated. This is likely what caused her to go into heat.â
âSo itâs official-â He begs. âSheâs in heat now-â
âYes, and I suggest you just let her do what needs to be done with her second mate in order to get it out of her system, otherwise she may feel rejected.â
And it seems that the conversation was coming to a close- for there was a note of epiphany in her words. But before Shoko could end the call, he questions once more. âAnd about theâŠdouble mate thing- does that also mean that the second mate is mated to the original mate?â
Thereâs a pause.
âWell, I suppose thatâs up to you, Mr. Shiu.â
Wait how did sheâ
And then she ends the call.
Shiu holds numbly onto the phone for a few seconds - the silence felt deafening. Before a sudden stirring makes him dart his eyes over towards you.Â
Like an angel.
Your face was half-pushed into one of Shiuâs pillows - also patterned with cows and barns - and that blanket of his had twisted âround your body like a snake nowâclammy with your sweat. Your fingers were clawing at the old creaky mattress, and your knees were pushing higher, and between them were- oh.
Were another one of his pillows.
And fuck- heâs never felt more jealous of an inanimate object in his entire life.
You were reeling your hips backâthrusting them forwards again- grinding down on the pillow. Wetness was seeping between those pretty, shiverinâ legs of yours and staining the cover. From here he could see a dark splotch starting to stain the silken fabric - smelling like the sweetest honey scent.
And it makes his mouth water.
âBaby- babyâŠâ Shiu lovingly pats your leg, dawning you completely awake. He could see now that you were in the throes of your heat - but those eyes of yours were completely alert. âI need you to get comfortable, okay? This is gonna last about a week.â
âIâm in heat?â You blink. âDr. Shoko said youâre my mate, Shiu.â
âSo you heard that, huh?â He lightly chuckles. âJust know that we donât have to do anything that you donât want to. Heats donât necessarily affect humans-â
âThen whyâre you so hard?â Though that tone of yours was utterly innocent - the look in your eyes wasnât. You knew what you were doing to himâand youâre only hiking up the temperature between the two of you as youâre leaning in.Â
On wobbly arms, youâre pushing yourself up nâ leaning in so close-
Oh, how heâs dreamed of this exact scenario so many nights before. In this very bed. With his hand wrapped around his cock.
And Shiu knows heâs talking out of his ass - itâs the inhibitions taking over nowâŠâYouâve got me there- but what about Toji-â
âIsnât he your mate, too?â
And then your lips are on his.
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Fushiguro Toji feels a disturbance in the force.
He canât quite explain it- itâs nothing that heâs seen or even something that heâs felt. Nothing tangible to give reason to this madness. Itâs just that something wasâŠoff. Kusakabe notices the hybrid squirming in his seat - yes, it seems that he trusted the bull hybrid enough to let him ride shotgun - and turns on the radio.
Just Tojiâs luck, it was Scotty Doesnât Know by Lustra.
âTurn it off.â Toji scoffs and crosses his arms.
âWhy? Remind you of a certain someone~?â Kusakabe asks in-between singing at the top of his lungs.
âThe hell is that supposed to mean?â
And even though Toji is merely looking at the smaller man- he shrinks into his seat. Did he mention heâd sharpened his horns for today? Kusakabe whimper, âO-oh nothingâŠnothing, just that ah- the lyrics might be a little reminiscent of ah-â
And Toji was even more infuriated because of that nagging sensation- that strangeâŠfuck. âSpit it out.â
Kusakabe lets out a squeal and looks as though he utterly regretted letting the hybrid sit next to him. âJ-just the fact that Shiu mayormaynothaveacrushonyourmateââ Itâs out before Toji could even register it. âPleasedonâtkillme-â
âIf I kill you whoâs driving?â Toji had now unbuckled his seatbelt despite Kusakabeâs protests. Snooping around the truck and trying to trace that little- scent? âWhat is that infernal- fuck. And I already know that farmerâs got a thing for her - though Iâd pay for him to actually try. Would love to see his face as she rejects him.â
âReally? Because she was looking all cute and cuddly and a little feverish this morning.â
âWhat.â
And then it hits himâthat scent. Fresh cream and sunny days and honey-
You were in heat.
âFucker, step on it.â
Kusakabe whirls towards him. âWhat-â But before he can finish, Tojiâs grabbing onto the steering wheel and damn-near crashing them on the highway as he speeds ahead.
The radio trills: âI canât believe heâs so trustinâ.
While Iâm right behind you thrusting.â
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âMmmââ Shiuâs lips are hot and persistent- letting off the most sensual mwahs! as he continues the pattern down the side of your neck.
Listen, Shiu Kong might not be a hybrid like you, but if he kept his nose pressed against your sultry skin then he could almost feel itâthose pheromones.Â
It was wafting off your skin like an atmosphere that was entirely your own, a gravitational pull constantly tugging him closer; the sweetened scent of honey and freshly-whipped cream. It made him blush. It went straight down to his cock.
Fuck that- it was taking over him.
A guttural groan rips out of Shiuâs chest- he kisses a pathway down the middle of your body until heâs reaching your core. Once he does, he gives the hottest wettest kiss of all to your cuntââOh, baby. Lean back a bit fâme, yeah?â
And then heâs pressing an open palm on top of your stomach. Pressing you to recline on the bed.
âGood girl.â Shiu rumbles. Low. âNow squeeze those pretty legs around my head- yeah, just like that. Tighter.â
âTighter than that nâ youâll suffocate.â You gasp.
âWhat about it?â
Using his own strong arms - so fucking beefy from years of work at the farm - Shiu wraps your thighs around his sweaty head. His sharp, straight hair tickles your inner thighs; so much so that the farmer has to tell you to settle down. âEasy there- eeeeasy there, girlie. Iâll make you feel good during your heat.â
âIâm not a damn horse.â You huff.
âYeah, because youâre gonna be the one riding, huh?â
The gasp that flutters its way up to your throat doesnât get the chance to escape- because the question on Shiuâs tongue curls around your cunt. Heâs letting the squashy end of his tongue dip between your swollen pussylipsâgiving you a loooong lick where you were most tender. Those cushiony tastebuds of his were massaging you already- and the way heâs twisting his tongue so deliciously as he entersâ
âOh.â Youâre arching off the mattress, thighs plastering to the side of his face. And yet your pussyâs openinâ up for him so invitingly. âKeep going, ShiuâŠâ
âHad no plans of stopping soon.â Gurgling wetly between your legs.
His tongue was just so soft and smooth.
The way heâs adjusting it in and out makes your mouth just water. In and out. In and out. Shiu notices that every time he hooked his tongue around the outer rim of your entrance made your pheromones surge. Fuckâthat heat of yours was affecting him, too, and leaving him sippinâ on your pussy like an aphrodisiac.
Lavish lips plastering aaaaall over again and again- âMmmm, my pretty cow hybrid. No idea how I lasted this long without this.â Breathing through his nose - he didnât want to waste a single second of this. His usually-deep timbre shakes with pleading desire. âAnd what can this do?â
Youâre squealing once you feel thick fingers curl around your tail. âThatâs my tailâŠâ
âI already know that, pretty girl.â Shiu shakes his head fondly - as though youâd been the one to say something ridiculous. And in-between lapping away at your leaking pussy, he tugs softly on your tail in order to bring you closer. âBut what can it do-â
âWell she likes getting it pulled during doggy position.âÂ
Both of you would have recognized that voice amongst a thousand bull hybrids - ten thousand. That stature. That scent of freshly-cut grass and something deeperâŠsomething more alluring.
âAnd sometimes if you bite it she starts clenching like crazy.âÂ
Fuck.
Because neither of you had heard the door click open - except maybe in what felt like a distant dream. Something worlds away.
Shiuâs feeling cold sweat breaking out as he realizes that he hadnât actually locked the door. In fact.Â
Whoever had opened it must be gripping it so hard that its oak frame was starting to splinter-
Both of you experience a pang at the pit of your stomach- a draw. And Shiu gapes as he looks down at himselfâwhat the fuck was thatâŠ? Heâs looking up at Fushiguro Toji standing in the doorframe with the same shocked expression.
âThe hell do you think youâre doing with my girl?â Toji spits, scarred lips twisted.
âListen, man-â
âYouâre not going to make her cum eating her out like that.â
âIâŠwhat?â
Toji manages to make Shiu shut up. This must surely be a dream? And itâs just about enough time for the other man to cross the distance between the door and the bed - kicking it shut behind him - and make himself quite at home on the bed. The mattress creaks under the weight of the hybrid; and you yourself are letting out a soft moan.Â
He sits beside where you were sprawled-out, facing Shiu.
âYou seeâŠmy pretty girl here-â
Shiu mutters underneath this breath. âFuckinâ stealing my pet name too, now?â
But Toji has the courtesy to ignore it - for now. â-has a certain set of rules she needs to follow.âÂ
At this, the other manâs brows raise in interest. Satisfied at the attention; Toji himself traces his dominant right hand over your stomach, your hips, before lowering down to your cunt and holding those puffy pussylips of yours open. Pushing them apart. Pryinâ them apart.Â
Both men gulp at the way youâre clenching around nothing.
âSeeâŠshe might look all innocent and sweet- but sheâs a proper little slut.â The words almost make Shiu flinch - and the bull hybrid takes great care repeating them. âYourâŠpretty girl is a proper- little- slut. And I know that she likes being fucked like one.â
And before either of you can make a move - Tojiâs swiftly craning his head down and spitting a great glob of saliva on your cunt.
It trickles over your exterior and smears along your inner thighs- and Toji takes his sweet, sweet relish in swipinâ off some of that excess and popping it into his mouth. âSo?â Toji asks. âEat her out.â
EatâŠTojiâs own mate out? Like this?
âWhat?â Toji has the audacity to look shocked. âIâve seen the way youâve been eyeing her- donât act like you havenât been fantasizing it. Youâve wanted her even before I arrived at this damn farm.â
Shiuâs lips tremble- he almost wants to because hell, heâs been given the permission now. And yetâŠâIs this some sort of trick? Youâre not gonna use those horns on me afterward, are you?â
âNo, not at all.â The other man replies - almost too breezily. He raises his brows at Shiu expectantly. And stares deep into Shiuâs eyes as he says. âSo? The fuck are you waiting for-â
Those mere words make Shiuâs cock stand painfully erect.
However, thereâs a reason they claimed that Fushiguro Toji was a ruthless man.Â
Because humans always did move far too slowly for the bull hybridâs liking. And he wastes not a second more before pawinâ at the back of Shiuâs sweaty scalp - taking just a moment to bask in the utter shock upon his features - and shovingâ
Straight between your pretty, pretty thighs.
Which he honestly didnât have to do becauseâwell fuck, you didnât have to ask Shiu twice to eat you out. Shiu lets out a strangled grunt that turns into a moan.Â
And without further ado, heâs back latched onto your pussy- those handsome cheeks of his hollowing out as he sucks nâ sucks. And you donât know whether he was doing this for you or himself.Â
Shiu ate you out like he was going to die of thirst if he didnât.
âFuck-â He hisses. With every movement of his face, he nuzzles himself closer. âFuck fuck fuckâmore.â
Syrupy breath sticking against your pussylips.Â
And his tongue was even worse-
âMy pretty girl. More.â
Heâs slithering it aaaaaaaall along your outer cunt - lapping up every wad of slick you were gifting him - and then rubbing his textured tastebuds along your exterior when it just wasnât enough. Because your cunt was practically an aphrodisiac for him.
Itâs as if the heat was contagious.
Because the longer heâs spending between those gorgeous legs of yours - the more heâs blabbering like a damn fool. The murkier his eyes are growing. The harder and harder his hips are coming crashingâ! down on the rickety wooden frame of the bedâpathetically dry-humping it in time with the thrashes of his tongue. Slipping right between your velvety folds and yearninâ to taste the honey between.
That thick silkiness of his tongue was just dizzying.
He was cleaning up the mess that Tojiâd made earlierâtasting him, tasting you. Shiuâs face grows warm as he remembers.
That dextrous tip of his tongue delves between your pussylips - entering that cute hole - and is lapping up everything youâre giving him. âBabydoll, fuck my mouth even deeper.â Needing more. âEven deeper.â
âF-fuck- shit, shit shit.â Youâre trilling out. âYouâre practically nose-deep. How can you possibly go any deeper?â
With a needy whimper, youâre letting your hybrid tail swish towards him - and without further ado Shiu takes it and wraps his fist around it. Giving a gentle tug. Fuck.
And when he actually discovers that heâs able to manhandle you further onto his mouth with that tail of yours- nothingâs stopping Shiu from increasing his strength to give you a mean haul. âMmm- yes- oh, Shiu. It feels so good, Shiuâ!â
âBut not good enough, right?â Toji speaks over you, in a haughty tone.
Your hybrid ears twitch in confusion.
And before you know it, youâre feeling the sensation of Shiuâs slithering tongue disappear.Â
You whine out in disappointment. And you already know that that mate of yours must have something to do with it-
Sure as day; Toji has his fist gripping Shiuâs jet-black hair and reeling him back. The other man obviously had his face twisted into something ferocious, and the tension made the atmosphere pinch. But underneath thatâŠthere was an undercurrent of sweetnessâŠthe mottling of Tojiâs gleeful pheromones mixing with his lustful ones.
And Shiuâs, too.
And if you werenât mistaken- was that a faint blush on the tips of his ears?
It seems that Toji notices, too. âSee anything to blush about here?â Then his eyes dip down to you. âOhâŠright. Heh.â Leaning in oh-so-closely to the other man; Toji whispers in a gravelly tone into his ear. âBut if you stand around blushing and beinâ a wuss for too long, then just know that sheâs not gonna wait. Sheâs gonna dry up~â
He spits once more.
So disrespectful.
And then turns down to Shiu and warns. âDonât eat her out just yet. Rule number oneâŠâ Your heartbeat races as he speaks those familiar words - Fushiguro Toji never was one to care for rulesâŠunless it was in bed. âNo running.â
âIâd never run from this pussy.â Shiu frowns.
âNot you, nitwit.â Mercilessly, heâs planting a smack at the back of the farmerâs head. âHer. Donât let her run.â
Seemingly getting the green light to start up his sensual ministrations again- Shiu slowly starts lapping between your pussylips once more. Proddinâ his thickened tip into the deep orifice of your cunt. âB-but sheâs not-â
âLook.â Toji interrupts. Just as you were starting to buck and lift your hips off the sodden mattress. âLook at the way sheâs moving âround.â
âBut thatâs just-â
âBut this pretty cow hybrid is in heatâand you canât just leave her uncomfortable like this, can you?â Those dazed eyes of Shiu Kongâs open wider. He faintly nods. âSo arenât you the farmer?â
He nods again - looking as though he was about to faint.
âSo herd your damn cow hybrids- câmon- donât let her runââ Spurred on even further by his words, Shiuâs plunging back in-between your legs and usinâ his tongue for his life.
Opening his mouth wiiiiiide to make sure that heâs able to reach every nook and crannyâthe end of his tongue was just so dexterous and somehow managing to slip into spots you hadnât even known you had. âO-ohhhh, fuuuuck-â Moans just keep bubbling out of your lips. âIt feels so good, Shiu-â
And just when it looked as if you were about to buckâShiu grabs ahold of your hips- so hard that he leaves neat semi-crescent nail marks on your skin. Plopping you back down onto the bed.
Plopping you back down onto his face.
From then onwards, he doesnât let you move a single inch as heâs thrashinâ away his fat tongue inside your cunt. Stretching that pussy out to his textured tastebuds.Â
And Toji had been watching the entire display closelyâŠvery closely. With his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. âGood.â His head threatens to tip backwards as he gives a harsh tug on his thickened length. âAnd now rule number two: squeeze those gorgeous legs around your head. Doesnât matter if you suffocate.â
âThat- thatâs what I saidââ Shiu keens.
âThen whyâre you speaking?â
Goosebumps run down Shiuâs arched spine. âOhâŠâ
âA cunt like hers isnât to be taken for granted.â Toji tuts from above you, and you canât help but ogle the way his biceps bulge as he pushes down Shiuâs head. âDeeper.â Harder. âDeeper. Donât waste time talking. Donât waste time gawking like an idiot. In fact-â
His heated words make goosebumps scatter across your open thighs.
And you whimper-
â-donât even breathe.â
Theyâre both driving you absolutely madâ
Toji catches your left ear between his fingers- as itâs been swatting furiously away the more aroused you grew. So soft beneath his touch.
He uses it to urge your mouth down to where his lap was.
âRule number threeâŠlet her fuck back into you- but only if she reallyâŠreally deserves it.â
âMake the pretty girl work for it?â Shiu looks up.
Toji displays a priggish smirk. âNow youâre getting the hang of it.â
And you donât know what sort of expression Shiu might have on his handsome face right now - he was much tooâŠpreoccupied for that - but you can sense him nod. Short and sharp. As he keeps on lavishinâ your insides with his tongue; the farmer makes note of just how hard youâre clenching around him. âCâmon, pretty girlââ He pushes down your bucking hips. âClench a little harder âround my tongue, would ya?â
âO-oh, now youâre just mean.â
âItâs what you deserve.â Toji chuckles. âDonât think I canât smell your pheromones gettinâ even sweeter- youâre loving this.â
You have no counter accusation - it was, after all, painfully true. And then Toji caresses your sweaty scalp with his thick digitsâgrabbing ahold of the back of your neck. âNowâŠlets see if you can be a good girl for me, too.â
An acrid sort of sweetness floods your mouth - because in mere sultry moments Toji has his legs positioned so that theyâre practically straddling your face. On the mattress; heâs kneeling to the side of your head and letting his pursed, pinkened cocktip swab across your lips.
Heâs rock-hard.
Instantly your jawâs falling open to accommodate him.
And believe- that there was a lot to be accommodating. For Toji was so many countless inches, thick and decorated in a prominent network of veins across every inch of him. They zigzagged across each of his angles nâ ended up being the most prominent where your sweet spots wereâToji meant it when he said he was made for you.
He had a scruff of jet-black happy trail. He was an angry red at his tip. He was dripping precum.
It puckered out from the divot on top of his shaftâthen ended up smeeeeared down the insides of your soft mouth. âFuuuuckâŠâ Toji himself whispers as he eases in. The bedsprings purr as Shiu bucks against the bed harder.
And before you know it, heâs reaching upwards and biting down on your throbbing clit. âDonât forget about me, pretty girl. Youâre not getting off easy. Rule number three, remember?â
âIâoh.â Shiuâs putting his fingers in now - fingers. Two of them. Long and perfectly calloused from years of hard labor to now massage your tender insides.
Both men are manhandling you oh-so-perfectly: Shiu dragging you down by your tail- and Toji using both hands to maneuver your head down. Letting you take up numerous inches of him. Thick and throbbing.
That rounded end of his shaft hits the back of your throat and youâre immediately coughing-
âEasy there.â Toji lovingly croonsâŠâNot.â And you didnât expect mercy, did you? Soon enough both of them are running their bodies ragged trying to draw out the most reactions from youâToji fucking his cock into your suckling mouth, and Shiu hooking a finger not against the roof of your cunt to press on your nerve-filled spots- to make you clench. âCâmon- milk me. You can do better.â
âCâmon, little cow hybrid.â Shiu titters. His digits prove so effective in stretchinâ out your insides even more so than his tongueâand those tastebuds of his remain tickling your clit. âWonât you squeeze me a little harder?â
âShe canât answer.â Toji laughs. âGot her mouth a little full.â
âBull got her tongue.â
âMmmmâŠâ With that said, Tojiâs flooding your tastebuds with a thick lacquer of his precum. He increases his pace a little more.
âJust a little harder-â Meanwhilst, Shiu whispers to himself as he keeps probing your sweet, sweet insides. âJust a little- a littleââ And at precisely that moment; heâs hitting the bullseye. What else but the place marked X: your g-spot? âO-oh.âÂ
He damn near cums in his pants.
âJust like that.â Shiu continues. âFuck back into my fingers. I know you can, girlie.â
âAccomplished rule number three already?â Toji asks the other man. âYer nicer than me- I know that for sure.â
âWhat can I say? Sheâs my favorite.â
After a few more thrusts nâ bucks nâ smashes at your favorite spot - you donât think you can even formulate a coherent thought. Youâre being tugged back and forth by both menâand they arenât showing any signs of slowing down soon enough. âThe fourth and fifth rules are a little alikeâŠâ Toji rumbles from above you. âThe fourth, of course, is to get ready.â
âGet ready?â Shiu asks. Though by the way he feels the heat in the room - your pheromones - flare up, heâs sure youâre anticipating whatever it is.
âAnd the fifth is toâŠâ The end of that sentence teeters on the edge of Tojiâs tongue as he reels his hips back, back, back, baaaaack- â-take it all like a good girl.âÂ
And thatâs exactly what youâre doing.
Letting the entire length of Tojiâs cock fill your mouth from tip to base- his fleshy cockhead searches your insides like a flashlight. Itâs almost too pornographic the way youâre choking on his lengthâgagging, eyes watering.Â
To which of course, your beloved mate reaches down to pinch your nostrils closed. âNow nowâŠare you the one in heat or am I?â
âMmmpf- mmmââ You keen. Moans bubbling from the back of your throat but having no way out.
âOi- I think sheâs close.â Shiu breathes.
He could taste it in the sweet treacly syrup leaking out of you - his favorite. He could taste it in the way your cunt walls were pounding faster than ever. He could fucking smell it in those pheromones of yours that just seemed to flare to life-
âSâthat so?â Toji asks. âAnd that brings me to our sixth and final rule: if she wants something, then she can use her words to ask for it.â
âHardass.â Shiu scoffs.
But theyâre both increasing their pace. For competition or simply to drive you mad?
The sloppiest squelches and pops! fill the roomâand Shiu watches as your tail starts twitching agitatedly once the pleasure almost gets too much. Oh his pretty cow hybrid. Once youâre so close that you feel like you could burst- âToji, sheâs closeââ
âThen ask for it.â Toji keeps shovelling his cock deeper. Deeper. âFucking ask for it, doll.â
âToji-â
Slamming into your throat with a final thwack! His balls were damn near leaving an imprint on your chin. âYou can ask the farmer to help you with your heat- but you canât ask me to make you cumâŠ?â
âShe did.â
The tension in the room falters - but never bates - as Toji turns to look at the other man. âWhat?â
âShe did-â Shiu hastens to explain. âAsk to cum, that isâŠâ And as if to prove his pointâheâs plummeting a few more pushes with his fingers, scissoring them inside you so that those slurping suctioning noises are extra loud. â-right here.â
Toji waits for a beat.
Before he lets out a little snicker.
Before he lets out an entire laugh-
âMaybe youâre not so bad- for you, that is.â And then heâs boring his forest fire gaze down at you. âHear that? Yer damn lucky that youâre the farmerâs favoriteâhah, better thank him.â Tojiâs then tugging your ear to watch you squirm just a little.
He lets out a final few thrusts.
And waits until his cock was embedded deeeep into the back of your throat - and your nose was pressed against those tufts of black at his base. Until you were well and fully stuffed full of him.Â
âSo cum then, my pretty mate.â
And with a few more thorough slashes inside youâknockinâ Shiuâs burly fingers into your sweetest spots, slithering Tojiâs length down every crevice of your mouth, youâre crashing into your high.Â
Itâs quick and searing.
It takes over your body faster than you can register. Burning through every other thought and feeling - youâre letting out erotic moans around Tojiâs cock, and they keep getting louder as it keeps prolonging. Longer and longer. The more theyâre toyinâ with your throbbing, sopping cunt.Â
Those fervent peaks seem to get stronger - and within you feels practically white-hot in sensation. Pulling off of his bulbous tip. âSh-shiiiiiitââ Keening out. âIt feels so good- it feels so good-â
âYouâre welcome.â Toji says. Shovelling his pinkish tip back between those lips.
At the same time that Shiuâs panting. âAnything for you, pretty girl.â
âDonât fucking stop.â
Of course, as your mates theyâre practically bound to listen to your every syllable.
And you donât feel them rest - even take a breath - until your orgasm was well and almost completely disappeared from the horizon.
Tears of overstimulation were now springing to your eyes. Thighs twitching with the faintest splinters of sensitivity. âF-fuckâŠâ Tojiâs throbbing tip falls from your lips. It leaves a thin ribbon of slick connecting you to him still. Youâre blabbering. âFuck, Iâm getting sensitive now.â
âHmâŠShiu climb up.â Toji says.
Both you and Shiu share a glanceâand with something that looked like a half-shrug, Shiuâs attempting to heave himself up from the floor-
Only to be grabbed by Toji by the hand and yanked onto bed.
The farmerâs letting out a little yelp as heâs finding himself bounced onto the springy mattress - right on your other side. Sandwiched between the two buff, broad men- you donât think youâve ever felt your heart beat fasterâŠever smelled your pheromones so potentlyâŠ
âShiu, I need those off.â You huff. Batting those teary lashes of yours.
âOh.â His face twists into something like ecstacy - how many times has he fantasized about those very words leaving your mouth?
And, flustered, the farmer starts unbuckling his overall one-by-one-
âWeâre not trying to wait until her heatâs over.â Toji gruffs. And his veined forearm reaches across you - grasping onto the front of Shiuâs overall and giving it a good tug.
Those buckles are breaking free immediately.Â
The bull hybrid smiles to himself proudly. âThere.â
âI should have half the mind to return you to KusakabeâŠâ Shiu grumbles to himself, as he takes off the rest of his clothes. That sentence makes the faintest flicker of recognition light up in his brain - really, where was Kusakabe - but itâs evaporating soon enough once you start helping him take his boxers off.Â
âIâm warning you in advance, howeverâŠâ He starts.
âWhy?â
âYeah- are you hiding a 21-incher in there or something?â Toji scoffs.
âNo no- itâs not that. IâmâŠabove average- probably.â Shiu waves off, his burning blush creeping up onto his face again. âItâs just that I might have madeâŠa little mess when I was eating you out.â
Your brows furrow. âWhat do you mean by- oh.â
Oh, was right. Right indeed.
Because of course- Shiu was naturally an impressive size. About eight inches. With a much more tan tip than Tojiâs - and perhaps even thicker, too - and a girth that made your mouth water. He was smoother than Tojiâless veins âround his shaft except for a single prominent one that went around the left side. And he was curved ever-so-slightly upright, too.Â
But what really caught your attention wasâŠShiu had cum in his pants.
Just from eating you out.
âOhâŠâ Your eyes widen as you take in the dark splotch at the front of his boxers.Â
Thick ropey white cum had seeped into it- and Shiuâs hastily snatching those boxers out of your hands to throw them over his shoulder. His hands felt sticky. âBut thatâs neither here nor there-â
âOf course it is.â Toji says after a moment of contemplation. âIâm adding a seventh rule.âÂ
Yours and Shiuâs eyes pop open.Â
âShit.â
âShit-â
âWhat?â The bull hybrid looks at you both in mock innocence. âI was just going to say that the guest goes firstâŠâ
ItâsâŠunexpected. To say the least. But you werenât complaining - and by the way that Shiuâs reddened length perks up at the idea, you donât think he is either.
âUm, so how do IâŠâ
Toji angles himself towards you- âGet up a little, doll?â
You arch your hips off the bed; and Tojiâs taking the opportunity to sidle his own hips underneath them. Heâs manhandling you so that youâre simply sprawled-out on his chiselled frontâand oh, how your mouth waters at the sensation of his rippling pecs and abs. The way theyâre massaging you from behind at even the slightest movementsâwas that his v-line?Â
And did you mention that Toji just-so-happened to have the cutest ringed piercings through each nipple?
Theyâre pushing into you from behind once the hybrid hooks both hands underneath each of your legs. And heâs lifting them aaaaaaaall the way up until your knees hit your tits. Spreading you wide, wide open.
A full nelson.
ExceptâŠthis time, itâs Shiuâs whoâs going to be basking between your legs.Â
The aforementioned man takes a courageous gulp as he shuffles on his knees between your legs - and Tojiâs - to lovingly gaze at you. âFuuuuuck, my pretty girlâŠyou really are so gorgeous.â Shiu whispers- underneath his breath as though he didnât even mean for you to hear.
His darkened eyes sweep down your body like a caress. âThe way that pussyâs dripping so much- shit, sâlike a flood down there. Can you even feel yourself?â Youâre squirming at his lecherous words. âAnd those legs. Trembling. And the way youâre just throbbing- I can see it from here.â
Youâre gasping as he presses his hot length down on your cunt.Â
Sandwiched between each of your pussylips: Shiu doesnât think heâs ever seen a prettier sight. âYouâre just so dirty, girlie~â
You shudder.
And Shiu could have kept going- it absolutely killed him to tear his gaze off of you. It really did.
But Shiu could sense Toji starting to get impatient if the slightly souring tint in his pheromones was anything to go by- hey, look at thatâŠheâs reading pheromones now. Mentalling patting himself on the back; the farmer starts slide-slide-sliiiiiding his fattened-up cock between your precious folds. âEasy there, girl?â
âYeah yeah- weâre easy.â Rolling his eyes, youâre getting jostled as the hybrid underneath bucks. And at this point, youâre honestly wondering which one of you was more excited for his entranceâŠâJust get on with it.â
âUnlike you, Toji, I donât just- get on with it.â Shiu sounded offended at the mere suggestion.Â
And as you both look towards him for further clarification, Shiu nervously bites down on the inside of his cheek and pushes his swollen cock down the slit of your cunt. âItâs just thatâŠâ He lets his particularly large tip kiss your hole. â-what if I end up hurting my pretty girl during her heat? Iâd never forgive myself.â
âHow cute.â Toji snickers. But thereâs something that you recognize thereâappreciation? âBut not if you follow our rules, farmer boy. Remember those?â
Shiu rolls his eyes. âHow could I forget?â
âYeah- recite those.â And youâre gasping once one of Tojiâs meaty palms drift up to your face - covering your dazed peripherals. âWeâre both going to take turns fucking her using those rules, and my mateâs going to guess which one of us it isâhow about that?â
âMmm, sounds fun.â You smile.
And seeing that gorgeous smile of yours - what else was he supposed to be but putty in your hands? Shiuâs giving himself a few pumps before starting to press into your tight rim.
Youâre tight.
So fucking tight.
His brows furrow nâ sweat starts beading at his forehead as he slowly - sloooowly - starts easing his proud cock inside. Youâre arching into Tojiâs back, whilst Shiu probes into your deepest depths. âO-oh.â
It was something so different.
Although he wasnât exactly as vein-covered as Toji was; Shiuâs length managed to have the perfect curve that prodded âround the roof of your cunt. Somehow directly aiming for those tender spots insideâyouâre feeling the pointed end of his shaft draw sensual zig-zags inside and youâre immediately begging for more.
Of course, thatâs when Tojiâs silently signalling Shiu to pull out.
Replacing the farmerâs cock with his instead.
Thick. Throbbing. Those patterns and groves on his shaft were just dizzying- and Tojiâs already rendered your eyes sprinting to the back of your head with but a mere few inches inside you.Â
Heâs making your first ring of muscle streeeeeetch- and pressing a second overlarge hand down on your stomach to keep you from movinâ around too much. And you donât need to see him to reach blindly behind you and tug on Tojiâs newest bull ringâ
âDonât be mean, Toji.â
âSânot being mean, itâs just the rules.â Toji argues. His words come out in sizzling pants against the side of your face - somehow just his presence seemed enough to make your heat symptoms two times worse. âNow that the practice runâs overâŠâ
Your eyes are fluttering open- only to see nothing past the gaps of Tojiâs thick fingers. âThat was just the practice runâ?â Your poor puckered hole was already pulsating with friction.
But neither of them are answering.
Instead, it just seems that theyâre intent on fucking any question or comprehensible thought right back into youâbecause just youâre feeling a sudden intrusion deep into your core. The bulbous head of it swipes apart your puffy pussylips- and the next thing you know, youâre seeing nothing but stars at the neverending inches of one of their cocks.
Somehow managing to probe even deeper than the first time- whoever this was was so fatly swollen that his cockhead opens up plunging crevices inside you. Perhaps even new ones.
Youâre gasping away- âPlease.â Both men are impressively managing to keep quiet as theyâre easing inside. Not completely bottoming-outâŠbut enough to make your toes curl. âOh, please that feels so good.â
Hips attempting to chase more- he was going so slow.
But just as soon as you do - almost the very instant that your hips are breaking contact with the skin of Tojiâs toned pelvis - you feel one of his hands pin you back down. Preventing you from moving a single inch.
Your hybrid ears rustle with the huff of laughter from behind youâand you know that thereâs only one man whoâd keep a hand oh-so-possessively on top of your womb as he sinks into your soaking wet cunt. Rule number one, remember?
âToji-â Youâre sputtering out, voice breaking so prettily at the end of your plea. âT-Toji move a little faster- ngh, pleaseââ
Yet another failed attempt at a buck. âGood job, doll.â He gnaws on your ear lobe. âBut donât think weâre done here just yetâŠâ
And then before you know it, heâs pulling out. The action lets out the loudest, sloppiest little plop! of pleasure between your legs- and it feels as though firecrackers are going off through your veins.
Youâre practically shaking once another intrusion starts proddinâ between your legs. This time a bit moreâŠtimid. A bit more hesitant. A bit more inexperienced and carefulâand you donât have to pay attention to anything more as Shiu creeps your legs around his waist.
Letting his tunneling cockhead push into that wet hole of yours.
Unlike Toji, however, Shiu Kong simply couldnât keep his mouth shut.Â
âOhâŠâ Itâs just about the most attractive thing youâve ever heard - like music to your ears. But could you really blame the guy? âLegs- rules number t-two, remember?â This was the first proper taste of that syrupy cunt heâs gettingâthe exact same one heâs been dreaming of for agesâŠas much as that makes him sound like an utter pervert.
Maybe he was.
Maybe- what even was he? What was his name? Who was he?
Shiu canât formulate a single thought.
Maybe he should be concerned about thatâŠbut for the time being, heâs collapsing his lower half into you. Funneling the smoother length of his cock inside; the farmer is the first of the two to actually bottom out. Thighs against your thighs. Forehead against your forehead. Cocktip against your cervix.
You swear youâre feeling Shiu intrude all the way up to your throatââShiuâŠkeep moving, baby.â
âOh- oh, you seriously want it?â He asks between uneven pants. And even more uneven are those semi-thrusts heâs poundinâ away at the back of your pussyâunwilling to break contact with your sopping womb for even a split-second to thrust back in. âYou seriously want this olâ farmer to fuck you like this? And thatâs not just the heat talking-â
âItâs always the heat talking.â Toji scoffs. âThis slutty girlâs always in heat. Honestly- who told you it could come early?â
âSânot my fault.â Shiu taps the side of your thigh to signal to you that- ohâŠyouâre getting dangerously close to Toji figuring it out.Â
Sure, it seems that heâd deduced by now that there was something regarding the startings of a mating bond between you and Shiu. And what sort of hybrid would come between that? But the fact that Toji himself shared itâŠ
Thankfully in that moment Shiuâs creating a distraction - unintentional or not. Because just a few thrusts and heâs already starting to bead out hot, glutinous cum that sticks to the back of your pussy.
âShitâŠâ Shiu whispers to himself. Youâre sensing one of his hands reach downwards to squeeze âround the base of his lengthâperhaps thinking that that would stop him. But the only thing Shiuâs managing to do is milk out a few more cobwebs of cum that are getting fucked and fucked in by his irregular thrusts. âI didnât mean to-â
âTimeâs up.â Toji cuts him off gruffly. âItâs getting too easy- hurry it up.â
âYesâŠsir?â Fuck- he hates to admit it but the bull hybrid was correct.
AhâŠyouâd expected for the two to alternate between thrusts. But you just didnât expect it this fast. Because all of a sudden, Tojiâs going from merely caressing your front to wrapping his entire left arm around your middle. Oh, those beefy forearms of his were simply indescribable.Â
Then Shiuâs reeling his sloppy, cum-glazed cock backwards for one of them to replace it in no time.Â
Such plump inches of their shaft. Such impatient semi-thrusts as he leaves your mouth watering. Heâs increasing his pace twofold once youâre accommodating him inside, and Tojiâs pressing his palm deeper against your face. âOh-â And you hadnât expected them to stick to their damn six (or seven) rules so much, eitherâŠâFuuuuuuck. Is it Toji?â
âNope.â Shiu chuckles. From where he was positioned in front of you, the farmer leans down and kisses your lips. âStill me.â
In punishment, youâre getting a heavy spankinâ on your stuffed pussy.
âShit.â
âAnd the rule-â Toji pipes up from behind. âWhat about the rule?â
âWhat about the rule, I meanââ Itâs just then that youâre realizing - you havenât been able to squirm a single inch since Shiu had begun swabbinâ your poor insides. âRule number one- rule number one.â
âGood girl.â Toji laughs. âNext.â
And youâre soon coming to the realization that they werenât going to make this easy for you: due to everything from their rapid alternations, to the way that both of them were fucking you so stupidâ
âToji-â Youâre dragging your nails down whatever body part of Tojiâs that you could reach. His biceps flexed underneath your touch. âAnd the rule isâŠoh, the rule isâŠâ Brain landing on the closest one that you think you could remember. âRule number six?â
âHalf-correct.â Toji punishes you with yet another spank. The white-hot pain and pleasure that runs up your cunt is like nothing youâve ever felt before. âThat was actually a trick round - no rule.â
You bite. âSilly meâŠâ
âBut half-correct deserves just a little bit of a treat, doesnât it?â Shiu makes your case.
And the ever-mean Fushiguro Toji considers it for a few seconds - before heâs nodding and letting his fingers dip between your pussylips. Rolling over clit in circular motions. âHappy?â
âV-very much.â You respond.
And so the cycle repeats - as both men are fucking into you like damn animals.
âShiu? Rule number one-â
Thwack! âHalf-correct.â
âToji? Rule number five.â
Thwack! âHalf-correct again, doll.â
âToji? Rule number six.â
Thwack! Thwack! âWrong!â
âShiu-â
âToji-â
Shiu. Toji. Shiu. Toji. Shiu. Toji.Â
Over and over againâuntil youâve said every rule at least five times, and their names countless amounts so.
It was almost getting too much. Thereâs another switch; and this time the thrusts are like none before them. They were harsh. They were jagged. They werenât hitting with any specific target or objective in mindâjust with the sole purpose of indentinâ his fat cockhead into every spot inside you, and hitting his hips to yours until you skin was burning-
âToji?â Youâre guessing, âRuler number- fuckâŠthe one about getting ready-â Based solely on the way that both men had their hands tapping at your hips to let you know when a particularly hard hit was coming through.
âAnd which one is that?â Toji croons.
âNumber four-â Thereâs a victorious little pebble of precum that Tojiâs emptying out into your insides.Â
âMmm, good catch.â And youâre feeling the smile crawl onto your face. âBut Iâm not Toji.â
Fuckingâthwack!
âBut how about just a little reward?â And then a hot mouth starts kissing down the valley of your breast - from this angle you could only assume that it was Shiu.Â
Shiu was lapping the soft targets of your areolasâŠjust lightly bitingâŠand ohâhe lets out a wet gasp as a thin stream of milk flows from your tits nâ into the handsome manâs mouth. âOh- this might just be my reward.â He says as he keeps massaging your chest, twiddling his fingers over where you were most sensitive.Â
âLeave some fâme.â Toji grunts at the other man.
By this point you were a blabbering mess, and it didnât help that the other two were only growing sloppier by the second. Perhaps it was the heat affecting you three. Perhaps it was the pressure being put on all your bodies - crushed together like this. Hips driving into you again and again and againâ
Another globular tip swerves inside you. âI-is itâŠToji?â You ask. Your lower lip wobbles at the sudden stretches on places that couldnât be reached without such a girth - both of them had their merits and it was hard not to long forâŠboth. The mere thought fogs your mind. âAnd is itâŠâ
Though there could only be one answer. At least for this one.
Your poor tailâs being used as a lever to drag you down onto Tojiâs extremely thickened cock until you sat on the bottom of it. â-rule number five?â
Toji kisses the side of your face. âNow thatâŠis 100% correct.â
âAnd what would you like as a reward? Tell your Shiu anything, pretty girl.â Shiu saysâdrawing a half-serious scoff from the hybrid.
But of course. There can only ever be one thing.
Your mouth opens and the confession slips out of you before you can think it through fully.
And then thereâs a beat of silence- hell, you think even Tojiâs hips began to falter. For but a mere split-second before heâs bashing in the soft spongy platform at the end of your cuntââOh.â He breathes. âI donât see why notâŠâ
Thrill shoots through you.
And for the first time in a while - Toji removes his palm from your face. Youâre wincing ever-so-slightly at the sudden flood of light, before that expression turns into something akin to yearning as you stare at Shiuâs cock throbbing between your legs.Â
He was almost out-of-place with Tojiâs fat length already stuffed inside you.Â
âWhatever you want, pretty girl.â Shiu whispers to himself as he glides his blushinâ cockhead to drag along your outer cunt. Uuuuup the planes of your thighs. Lingering on that leakinâ slit that was so stuffed. And then squeezing the very tip-top reddened crown of his shaft into your entranceâdid he mention that you already had Tojiâs fat length stuffed inside you?
Shiuâs expression morphs at the tightest fit-
âShit- fucking shit, are we sureââ
âWhy not?â Toji asks. And Shiu thinks that thatâs damn easy for him to say; especially considering that he was already kept hostage inside your gooey inside. Thatâs where Shiu was trying to be.
Heâs attempting to drag you in using your tail.
The other man is rolling his eyes - and his hips. Letting off a few useless semi-thrusts that doesnât push him even a single inch insideânot with the extremely plump circumference of the hybridâs length inside. âOh yeah? Then why donât you- hah, pull out and try doing it yourself if you think itâs so easy?
âThe early bull gets the pussy.â Toji smirks. âBesides- donât tell me youâre forgetting rule number five already? The one about taking it all also means that you have to- mmm, put it all in-â
âI remember.â Shiu spits. Hands pushing your legs further open and grindinâ his hips close until his happy trail was roughly massaging your clit. âIâm just saying that itâs hypocritical to talk about the rules when even you wouldnât be able to-â
âGuys-â You shrill above the constant arguing. âGuys.â
It takes you raising your voice loud enough to make the bedroom walls shudder for them to finally hear you.
And once they look at you- youâre huffing up at them. âIâm making my own rule.â Both pairs of pretty pussydrunken eyes widen in unison. âFrom now on- if you fight then you have to kiss and make up.â
âWhat-â
âWhat-â
âPretty girlâŠâ Shiu attempts to appeal to your softer side.
âNuh huh.â Shaking your head. âSo kissâand then just fuck me.â
They share a look as if to question whether usurping of the rule-making was allowedâŠbefore it seems to dawn on them that yesâif it was you. And Shiuâs shrugging and leaning in - all the while still keeping his pulsating cocktip present between your folds - and Toji meets him halfway with only a few grumbles.
Shiu moans into the kiss.
And with a resounding sluuuuurp! heâs managing to squeeze just an inch or two of his cock inside. Double lengths stretching your walls until you were seeing white-
âOh- oh.â Youâre moaning. Shiu now had everything he needed to reel his bulky hips back and start pummeling you in time with Tojiâs own thrusts. âIâve never felt anything like this beforeââ
âMe neither.â The farmer manages through clenched teeth. The sensitive underside of his cock was rubbinâ and getting pulled by Tojiâs own - those patterns of his veins, and the rock-hardness that mirrored his own - and even the slightest friction was enough to send spirals of white-hot pleasure pouring out of his bawling divot.Â
âTch- fineâŠme neither.â Toji groans. âBut it only feels good because of me-â
âIn your dreams.â
Without even being asked to or reminded of the newly-minted rule, theyâre pressing a kiss onto each otherâs lipsâand then yours. Their pheromones twisting and melding into one. Their skin growing even more heated. Their cocks growing faster-Â
And faster.
Both Shiu and Toji were moving at sloppy, lust-hazed paces that should not be possible for such a tight cranny. And yet they were managing to time it so that youâre feeling both of them exactly in the best ways: Toji and his deeeelicious veins pressing their patterns onto the sides of your channel, Shiu and his upright curve that spotted all your best nerve endings.Â
Theyâre sandwiching you from above and below, tooâToji and his Herculean build, Shiu and his similar yet broader- and somehow stronger build.
Theyâre absolutely ruining you.
Ruining you.
Fucking you until your pussyâs feeling rattled and raw- and your eyes have completely bleared over with tears. Brain fried.
So it isnât long before youâre feeling the pangs of an oncoming orgasm, and letting your mouth open to announce itâ
âI-Iâm going to cum.â But in actuality itâs Shiu that manages the declaration. And heâs stuffing his face into your tits, suckling out the sweet sweet milk that your hybrid body produces as he strings your gooey insides with his cum. âMy pretty cow hybrid, Iâm gonna stuff you full.â Looooong ropes of satin. So hard- that Shiuâs forced to hold onto both yours and Tojiâs horns as he fucks your overstuffed pussy through his orgasm.
Those veins of Tojiâs were making him twitch in pleasure.
You and Toji are crashing into your high rather soon afterwards too.
âGonnaâŠoh.â As the forceful waves of dopamine flood through every vein and atom inside youâpractically make you vibrate with pleasure. Youâre letting your eyes fly to the back of your head, and your toes curl as both men thrash that gooey g-spot of yours.
Perfectly synchronized with every peak upon peak of your high.
The prolonged wave of bliss soarsâand itâs around the very crescendo that youâre feeling Toji empty his heavy balls out as well. Theyâd been thwack-thwack-thwacking! near the bottom of your slit for so long now, creating a carnal ache over your outer pussy- and it just feels so good to feel those globs of cum flood your deepest caverns.
Where Shiu had already made a mess before- âShitâŠdonât stop.âÂ
And itâs with renewed vigor that theyâre fucking and fucking you through the white-hot pleasure - so good that youâre sobbing. In-between this euphoric experience is when Tojiâs keening his hips up into yours- chasing the wetness of your cunt even moreâ
Not just to fuck his pearly-white droplets of cum inside - but to try and squeeze, fuck, his swollen knot inside.
âInsideââ As you demand needily at your bull hybrid, Shiu watches on in something akin to awe. He starts nudging his hips back as though to give Toji more space-
But youâre wrapping your legs around his hips and dragging him to you. âRule number one, remember?â
Letting Toji fuck his knot inside you as Shiu has his twitchinâ wet cock stuffed in there, too. The stretch was indescribable.
You think youâre cumming all over again just from it.
âMy- my matesâŠâ Youâre sobbing out- sandwiched between the two buff men. Shiu leans in to kiss you, and once heâs taking a good long look at Toji too.Â
âMy matesâŠI suppose?â He says with a sheepish smile.
Toji looks between the two of you, seemingly having connected the dots. âDoes this mean Iâve gotta get both of you pregnant?â
You smile. âSounds good to me.â
Shiu. âWait-â
Because heats lasted a week for hybrids.Â
Shiu better get his human stamina used to it.
.
.
.
âIâm sorryâŠwhat?â
Itâs a sentence that Shiu thinks heâs going to have to get used to a lotâtelling people that the cow hybrid youâd had a crush on for the past few years but then gotten mated is actually your mate too - and that by association youâre her mateâs mate but honestly not really complaining about it isâŠfor one a long sentence.Â
And two, itâs probably going to get a bunch of weird looks.
It sounds like the stuff of a fantasy, maybe even those romance stories; and Shiuâs well and fully aware of how he sounds when he says it.
Which is why heâs telling Kusakabe first - it only seemed appropriate.
âItâs exactly as I said.â Shiu states matter-of-factly. âAnd you can ask Dr. Shoko if you think thereâs been any mix-â
âNo no, man. Itâs not that I donât believe you.â Kusakabe interrupts him. âIn fact, I think itâs great that you finally managed to do something about your feelings- congratulations, man.â
âThank you.â Shiu watches the herd from the door to the barn house - inside, the only pair were you and Toji. His breath hitches once youâre walking over from Toji to nuzzle up to him. He reaches to scratch behind those silken ears of yoursââBut then what was all that about?â
âAh- no, itâs justâŠâ Thereâs a truck honk from the other end of the line, and Shiu realizes that Kusakabe must be going somewhere. âI assumed it was actually about the bull.â
Shiu squints. âThe what thing?â
âThe bull thing. I guess Toji forgot to tell you since you were a little preoccupied. But last night when Toji took over driving my truck we happened to run intoâŠeverything.â
Shiu snorts. âServes you right.â
âAnd man- I needed this truck to transport this new bull hybrid for olâ Gakuganji down in Kyoto. You know how he gets. Itâs the only one big enough soâŠâÂ
And nowâŠnow Shiu wasnât exactly having fun. ââŠAnd?â The two of you were looking at him in interest now, clearly having heard something about another hybridâand Toji especially had had his smirk growing in synchronization with the increasingly ashen look on Shiuâs face.
âAnd so Toji said itâs alright, but would you mind looking after this new bull for a few days until I get the truck fixed? Just for a few days. Iâm actually on the way there right now so thank you. His name is Sukuna and-â
cw: incest, dead dove, dark content, yujiâs age is the same as in modulo, reader is 20, noncon themes, fingering mentions, p in v, yuji is mean, megumi makes an appearance even if heâs not in modulo ok? ok
everybody thought of yuji as the most lovable and caring father, but you knew the reality and it was the complete opposite. dad!yuji was a sick man, a deranged pervert that loved to shove his long fingers inside of his sweet daughterâs cunt any chance he got.
the first time it happened you were very scared, your lovely dad was touching you in such inappropriate ways. it didnât matter to him that you were crying, his hands were splitting your legs open as his fat cock bullied your insides :(
dad!yuji was the meanest when his friend megumi would came by, he loved to show you off as your mouth was being abused by his manhood, cum and spit already spilling out and ruining the cute makeup you had decided to wear. megumi would just observe, the bulge in his pants growing as he saw your pretty tears while trying to adjust to your dad.
dad!yuji may be an old man with a body full of scars, but he was still big as when he was young. he was still strong, showing it off as he fucked you mid air while bouncing you up and down his length, groaning at your pleads for him to slow down. he of course wouldnât.
dad!yuji didnât care if it hurt or if you cried. you were the daughter of the strongest in this new era, and weakness wasnât something he would tolerate. if pushing you to your limits meant you collapsed during sex, then so be it. he wouldnât stop, at the end of the day his daughter also has the sweetest cunt he has even known.
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