DAY 3 彡 GIYUU TOMIOKA

KINK :: Intoxication ╰┈➤ fandom, demon slayer

WARNINGS :: Giyuu x fem!reader, explicit sexual content, alcohol use/intoxication, heavy kissing and making out, fingering, first-time sex, soft D/s undertones, missionary/straddling positions, praise, marking, creampie/breeding implications, overstimulation + more

DAY 5 彡 ILLUMI ZOLDYCK

KINK :: Bondage ╰┈➤ fandom, hunter x hunter

WARNINGS :: Illumi zoldyck x fem!reader, BDSM/bondage (rope play), D/s dynamics, punishment roleplay, sexual restraint, coercive/forceful elements (consent is portrayed as complicated/ambiguous), verbal degradation/praise, and exhibitionism/voyeurism (exposed through a window), power imbalance + more

DAY 7 彡 SANEMI SHINAGUZAWA

KINK :: Breeding ╰┈➤ fandom, demon slayer

WARNINGS :: sanemi x fem!reader, breeding/creampie, somnophilia undertones, overstimulation, possessiveness, praise, degradation/praise mix, choking, light breath play, hand restraints, multiple rounds, mating press, prone bone + more

DAY 9 彡 BAKUGOU KATSUKI

KINK :: Lingerie ╰┈➤ fandom, my hero academia

WARNINGS :: timeskip katsuki x fem!reader, explicit sexual content, lingerie kink, lingerie reveal/teasing, rough sex, dirty talk, possessiveness, praise mixed with degradation, rough kissing/biting, creampie/breeding implications, overstimulation, and strong language + more

DAY 11 彡 SASUKE UCHIHA

KINK :: Edging ╰┈➤ fandom, naruto

WARNINGS :: rough sex, lap sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, denial, forced pleasure, teasing, possessive sasuke, dirty talk, hair pulling, choking/pressure, explicit language, messy aftermath, semi-public vibes, orgasm control, intense sexual content, prolonged sexual activity + more

DAY 13 彡 CHROLLO LUCILFER

KINK :: Throat Training ╰┈➤ fandom, hunter x hunter

WARNINGS :: Chrollo x female!reader, explicit sexual content, oral sex -> male receiving, deep-throating, gagging, dominance/submission dynamics, hair-pulling, edging, praise kink, and sexual coercion themes, control and power exchange + more

DAY 15 彡 KAKASHI HATAKE

KINK :: Cockwarming ╰┈➤ fandom, naruto

WARNINGS :: kakshi x female!reader, explicit sexual content, cockwarming, orgasm denial, overstimulation, rough/controlling partner dynamics, hair-pulling, intense dirty talk, crying during sex, creampie, no protection, please use protection + more

DAY 17 彡 KENMA KOZUME

KINK :: Filming/ onlyfans ╰┈➤ fandom, haikyuu

WARNINGS :: timeskip kenma x fem!reader, kenmas chat being freaks, sub reader, dom kenma, begging, praise, filming, mentions of onlyfans, doggy style, implied overstimulation, cervix fucking mention, camera recording sex + more.

DAY 19 彡 HAWKS

KINK :: Dry humping ╰┈➤ fandom, my hero academia

WARNINGS :: hawks x female!reader, explicit sexual content, heavy dry humping/grinding against clothing, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, light power/control dynamics, dirty talk, possessive teasing, crying during sex, soft aftercare? + more

DAY 21 彡 CHUUYA NAKAHARA

KINK :: Office Sex ╰┈➤ fandom, bungou stray dogs

WARNINGS :: chuuya x female!reader, office sex, desk sex, against a window, semi-public sex, rough sex, dirty talk, possessive chuuya, light degradation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, semi-voyeurism, biting & hair pulling, messy desk aftermath + more

DAY 2 彡 IZANA KUROKAWA

KINK :: Motorcycle sex ╰┈➤ fandom, tokyo revengers

WARNINGS :: izana x fem!reader, public sex/exhibitionism, fingering, degradation mixed with praise, brat taming/bratty behavior, possessiveness, overstimulation, dirty talk, and mild pain play (gripping/bruising), slight humiliation (being seen), jealousy, and voyeurism + more

DAY 25 彡 TSUKISHIMA KEI

KINK :: Oral -> M! ╰┈➤ fandom, haikyuu

WARNINGS :: timeskip! tsukishima x fem!reader, explicit sexual content, including oral sex -> male receiving, deep-throating, gagging, slight cum play, slight dominance/submission dynamics, hair-pulling, and strong language. + more

DAY 27 彡JINSHI

KINK :: Oral -> F! ╰┈➤ fandom, the apothecary diaries

WARNINGS :: Jinshi x fem!reader, explicit sexual content, cunnilingus/face-sitting themes, fingering, edging, prolonged oral sex, overstimulation, orgasm denial, passing out from pleasure, non-consent-adjacent fainting, and strong language. Slight! dominance/submission dynamics, and prolonged teasing and indulgence + more

DAY 29 彡 DABI

KINK :: Corruption ╰┈➤ fandom, my hero academia

DAY 31 彡 DRAKEN + MIKEY

KINK :: Threesome + Play Fighting ╰┈➤ fandom, tokyo revengers

001. Steel ball run by @uzugeto 𖤐 Cowboy!Suguru Geto x Cowrgirl!Fem reader 𖤐 I swear I was waiting so long for this fic, and when it finally dropped... UGHHH. AMAZING. I've recently become such a sucker for Wild West AU stories, and this one filled my craving oh so perfectly.

002. Satosugu are cheating on each other with you by @doviled 𖤐 Satosugu x F!Reader 𖤐 Spectacular, great idea. I loved every second of this fic. It was genuinely so much fun to read and felt a bit refreshing, yn? I simply enjoy everything involving Satosugu, hihi.

003. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Just Satoru by @laeyliaa 𖤐 Fem!Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader 𖤐 This one is inspired by the film Obsession, and we all already know where it's going, right? I haven't seen any dark wlw stories for so long, and honestly, I think about this fic every single day! Waiting for part two while gnawing on my fingers...

004. Toji F. x Fem!Reader x Choso K. by @6x-x9 𖤐 Honestly, I don't know why the reader is here. Ana, why are we third-wheeling? Because the tension between Toji and Choso was so intense, I was going mad whenever the reader was mentioned. I don't know this bitch. Someone take her away from them! This fic changed something in my brain, and I reread it from time to time... in the evening.

005. Beach day with Suguru by @rengoatku 𖤐 Suguru Geto x F!Reader 𖤐 There's nothing better than fucking on the beach with your hot man. 10/10, fun and nasty read; I loved it.

006. 🏳️‍⚧️ Long distance gf!suguru geto giving you replica of her cock by @moviecritc 𖤐 Transfem!Suguru Geto x F!Reader 𖤐 NOW HOLD ON. You know how obsessed I am with my transfem Satoru, so when I saw Nora drop this fic, my ovaries literally burst. Transfem Suguru is so hot; she's such a minx, literally pls get me pregnant. Spectacular. Nora never disappoints with her wlw fics!

007. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Your girl-friend a menace! by @/6x-x9 𖤐 Gf!Shoko Ieri x Fem!Reader 𖤐 Shoko buying a lipstick in the colour of the reader's nipples... do I have to say more? Go, read it and touch yourself.

008. Make a man outta you! by @xchosos-wifex 𖤐 Li Shang!Toji Fushiguro x Mulan!Reader 𖤐 Omg, Mulan has always been one of my favourite films, and Li Shang is JADNBjbfe. A crush since I was 10. This fic was so much fun and original; I absolutely loved the whole concept, and ngl, Toji has such an amazing commander aura! Also, I was laughing so hard at the sudden speed face link. Like, okay, you're funny; join my court of jesters.

009. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Like sugar on my tongue by @jazzthatonewriterchick 𖤐 OF Girl!Femjo x Camgirl!Reader 𖤐 YOU KNOW I'M SO WEAK FOR MY WIFEY FEMJO. Jazz, I hope your pillow is always cold because I was reading this fic with clenched thighs. I absolutely love slutty, sly femjo, and you wrote her so perfectly here, ugh! I need more queer content from you, begging on my knees...

010. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Equal rights, equal fights by @reignpage 𖤐 Femjo x Fem!Reader 𖤐 Gojo lets himself be struck by a gender-bending curse, and he's using it to the fullest. It was so much fun and HOT AHH. I love everything Reign writes, but it was my first time reading a wlw story by her! More, more, more!

011. A bouquet of brambles by @sukunahs 𖤐 God!Ryomen Sukuna x Priestess!Reader 𖤐 Listen, the stories Iris writes are a true blessing from the heavens themselves. So rich and beautifully written, you can feel the weight of each word! I adore this story so much, and the simple fact that it's a Greek mythology au should be enough to make you read it!

012. The story of Princess Sita and Prince Rama by @httpskrys 𖤐 Prince Rama!Satoru x Princess Sita!Reader 𖤐 One of the best things about my 3k even is how many new cultures I was introduced to! Krys's story was amazing, the cutest, I loved reading the little introduction to the tale itself and eating up the whole fic. Thank you so much and tbh I would love to see more similar stories from you :((

013. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Mom's best friend!Yuki Tsukumo by @/moviecritc 𖤐 Yuki Tsukumo x F!Reader 𖤐 Dad's best friend.... MOM'S BEST FRIEND? Give me two seasons, merch, books and a movie. I already said it, but Nora is one of the best (if not the best, shall I say) wlw writers on Tumblr and her stories are a literal blessing to the small sapphic JJK community!

014. 閻魔大王!Sukuna x Dead!reader (Enma Daiō!Sukuna) by @bearlovestea 𖤐 Sukuna fits the King of Hell so freaking well! I loved the whole concept of the story, how original it was, and THE SMUT PART, arhhh, amazing! Bear, I need more stories from you inspired by Japanese culture <3

015. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Guilty pleasure by @indiewritesxoxo 𖤐 Mermaid!Yuki x F!Reader 𖤐 I have no words... doomed yuri, they could never make me hate you. And also inspired by The Little Mermaid? I need 10k words for yesterday, please...

Do you want to read more wlw stories? Check wlw list by @hotties4gojo !

I had soo little time in June, and it's a pity I haven't read and written more queer stories :( I will try to make up for it during the summer holidays <3

And it was a rhetorical question - something to make your bottom lip wobble oh-so-cutely just the way he liked. 

But when you’re steeling your hazy gaze on him and shaking your head? Oh, if Toji was any lesser man then he might’ve just cum right then and there. 

Aching shaft throbbing out a rapid little ba-dump–! right around your gummy ring of muscle. Stretching you out agape, Toji’s of such staggering size that he has to splay out his feet flat on the springy mattress - rutting up in sloppy strikes to your mushy walls just to fit inside. 

He takes a fat few fingers to pry open your leaky maw, thumbing apart your kiss-bitten lips until your tongue lolls out automatically for him to spit-

“See that?” Toji thumbs away the see-through splatter sprayed at the edges of your cockdrunken grin, murmuring. “Show me- show me.”

“Ngh- s-so dirty, Toji.” You whine, jittery body wracking with shivers after every inch he slipped inside of you. After every moment spent basking in his heady gaze, willowy eyes narrowing down when you dart out your tongue to put that webbed mass of saliva all on display. 

“H-heh, yeahhhh, atta girl. Mine inside n’ out now.” Your eyes slide allll the way to the back of your weary lids when he splats your tastebuds with- not one, but two more weighty wads of spittle. Closing your slackened jaw shut with one hand, the other finds itself cushioned underneath his sweat-dampened locks. Biceps flexing sexily, your stomach tightens in need. “Ride yerself stupid on me now, why don’t ya- Make that pussy cum.”

He’s pounding up into you like he hated you - like he hated those stupid memories of faking your orgasms in the years before. Wanted to prove himself with every syrupy peck at goopy pussy. 

Breaths spilling out in clouded puffs, your nose crinkles at the way that you’re stumbling to take such copious inches of him. Every bounce swabbing Toji’s rounded mushroom tip at the deepest sponges of your cervix, “Shit- shit, s-so big–”

“Yeah? Big, huh? Just big?” 

Babbling away, “Really, really big.”

And that only made him harder - bulging out your tautly stretched walls until you were wrapped around him like a clingy second skin. Until you were molding to every bit of his circumference and bumpy veins. Meeting your pap! pap! papping! cadence with mean bucks of his own, Toji wastes no time rolling the plump hill of his thumb across your clit. “See her? That cute, needy clit? Ever had her played with?”

“O-only on my own.” You’re sinking your teeth into your quivering lower lip to stop the overspilling squeals - but it doesn’t work. Not when every lil’ calloused heart being drawn on your bundled nub makes you see stars, “Feels so good Toji—”

“What’d I tell ya, silly girl?” Oh, he’s so smug. Stray hand grazing down your spine in a little massage that makes your hips stutter down even harder. Faster. With a quirked brow, Toji feels himself grin at the wet little slurps slurring from between your bloated lips. Your other ones. “Damn, real hngh- chatty she is- hold on, you’re gonna loooove this, doll.”

Your head bobbles stupidly, mewling. “Love wh-wha- oh.”

In the split-second it takes the honeyed syllables to fall from your mouth - Toji’s fucking them out just as fast. With a jagged, drilling thud! of his fattened cockhead against your g-spot. 

For the first time ever.

“Tha’s your g-spot.” Rovering up the globed pad of his index all up your tummy, you flinch when he presses hard down where his length was striking the very bottom of your pussy. “My favorite.”

“H-hit it again-” 

“Tch, greedy.”

Your throat is rendered so very parched with every soppy French kiss he planting on your magical spots. Once. Twice. Thrice. You were addicted. So many times that you can’t help but lose count and drool- “Fuuuuck. Oh my god, th-there. There- I’m so close.”

“Shush, girl.” A bulky hand plasters over your noisy mouth, seeping Toji’s steaming hot skin with glossy lathers of your spilling saliva. He nods downwards, where you were screaming out squelches. “Give ‘er some respect, she’s bein’ fucked properly for the fist time n’ wants to speak.”

You were being fucked properly for the fist time.

And it seemed like Toji had no thoughts of stopping - no thoughts of even slowing down from the way he was spearheading every tender orifice homed inside of you. Making you dizzier and dizzier and dizzier with each passing second-

“Toj- mmpf- Toji-” you’re sobbing, like a little mantra. Like the only thing in your mind right now - and he knew it, smugly. 

Pulling the curved edges of his fingers away with a slick few strings of juices connecting them, it’s the last thing you register before the solid spank. “Cum.”

You were so pretty when you hit your high. He thinks he might be in….love.

All throaty moans of Tooooji, and your lashes glazing with thick layers upon layers of tears. Hitting headfirst into the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had, it’s all you can do to throw your head back and clench around Toji’s thick, throbbing length tightly. 

Dirtily. Until he was hissing and fighting to drag you n’ your gripping cunt with one big, beefy arm to fuck you through your high.

“Tha’s why you couldn’t ngh- c-cum, doll.” He spits into your open mouth, letting you claw and bite and ruin the steamy plane of his sweat-simmered flesh. “Wasn’t fucked properly- wasn’t- s’alright. Toji’s here, Toji’s makin’ you cum. Gonna take gooood f-fucking ah- care of you.”

And your vision tinges with black, treacly slit grinding back against the delicious curve of his plumpened balls. Head static, entire body still wracking with shivers when you feel it-

He’s teasing an innocent kiss near the curled corner of your mouth. Feverish. “Now…have ya ever heard of squirting, doll?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Ladies first.

“Never?”

“Never.” 

Fuck- a gorgeous girl like you and none of those boys have ever even made your pretty pussy cum? 

Your coworker finds himself gulping, thickened digits trekking up to his yellow tie and loosening. He feels so…feverish at the thought.

Thank god it was just the two of you working overtime tonight.

And even clearing his throat doesn’t make that ragged edge of his words bate, doesn’t make him sound any less feral. Eyes molten and hot on yours, you catch the way the tips of Nanami’s ears scorch bright red. “I-if you would like, darling…I could show you how a real man fucks.”

That’s how you found yourself like this - pinned face-down on your corporate cubicle desk, maw leaking saturated waves of drool onto documents you were sure were important. Struggling to squirm against the shackles of his tie with every pressurized pound-

Ptwah! A messy wad of something slick and slippery strikes your overstuffed pussy, spittle smeared across your bulging folds with a sultry swipe of Nanami’s fat thumb. 

“Kento–”

“Almost hah- almost there, my love.” He’s gruffing out in a roughly condensed pant from behind you, hot breath hitting the back of your neck and making your skin simmer with goosebumps. The doughy curve of his length twitches, “Just a little longer.”

“L-longer?” You’re babbling away stupidly through flooding strings of saliva, head able to lift only a few centimeters off of the cool plane of your office desk. “Are you gonna c-cum too, Kento?”

“Ladies first.”

And, shit- Nanami Kento might be known around the office as the perfect gentleman - but when he fucked, he fucked you so filthy. Like no one else ever had before.

You swear you could feel your goopy walls contracting and molding to every hot, weighty square inch of him.

Curling a few dexterous fingers underneath where your wrists were pinned haplessly behind your back, all it takes is the tiniest of jerks for Nanami to lift you cleanly off the desk. With one hand, weightless. 

Pressing a sweet, sweet kiss against your sweaty temple, he was hunched over you so close now with the changed angle. And you could count every flex of Nanami’s thick thighs pushing you from behind, every scratch of his tawny happy trail against the jiggling curve of your ass.

Humming, “Mhm— this cute cunt’s tellin’ me that she’s gonna cum right about…” One soft peck at the corner of your mouth, and then another one from his globular tip against your g-spot. Hard. “-now.”

And when has Nanami ever been wrong?

It takes one- two thuds! of his bulky tip crashing into your most tender spots before your vision closes and you see black. Jaw dropping open to gape n’ close soundlessly, brows furrowing at the heat in your tummy because shit, it feels so good.

Your melty walls clinging onto his shaft so cozily- “Fuck, s’f-fucking tight. Can barely even fuck you through your cute high. How are ya even ngh- taking this big fucking cock, darling?”

“Wait-” you’re trilling away like his favorite song. Every dab of his weepy orifice into your cunt making you sob, “Oh my god- feels so- so good. So fuck! D-does it always feel like this, Ken–?”

“Awww, poor girl missin’ out.” Nanami’s glissading pecs stick to your back like a cushion, rumbling. Hips hitting yours with a thwack! thwack! thwack! that leaves you craving carnally for more. “Gotta teach her proper- teach- teach her properly.”

Before you can even ask what he means - before you can even register Nanami’s moans - he’s latching on a few fingertips onto your plump clit. Rolling over and over in lazy circles-

“Cute lil’ clit- poor thing’s never been given ngh- loving before.” Oh, he’s been holding this back - heart racing at the way you’d cum all over his cock and nothing but his cock. And Nanami sounds desperate now. “Clench ‘round me, my love- clench. Please.”

Heedlessly, you’re listening to his exact words before you even register them.

Dewy walls squeezing around Nanami’s girthy length, massaging every lightning bolt of his veins. His slit. Everything. And he’s losing his fucking mind- 

“Ohhh—” Planting kiss after kiss on your neck, he tugs you with that lecherous tie wrapped around your wrists until you were just plastered all across Nanami’s Herculean front. “Good, huh? Good? Can you say biiig stretch?”

“B-big-”

“Mhm?”

“Biiig s-stretch-” God, he was fucking you until you felt shy.

“Atta girl.”

“Feels so w-weird, Ken–” You’re yelping, pearly gumdrop of tears welling up behind your lids at the way you feel so raw. Your sensitive walls pried apart with Nanami’s flaming red tip, probing inside until it felt like he was jackhammering your very lungs. “M’all- ngh- extra s-sensitive and- ah!”

And you don’t know what you expected Nanami to do - you don’t know how you expected him to react. But it certainly wasn’t for him to snicker. 

Octaves higher, reverent. 

“Awww, my overstimulated girl.” Murked clouds hit your prespired neck, and it’s as if his strokes get impossibly deeper. Faster. Sloppier. So, so messy on your clit that your syrupy ribbons of slick puddle on the ground with a spattering splat! “Don’t worry, m’g-gonna make it allll better- ya here? Gonna make you feel so good.”

You can’t even think at this point. “Good?”

“Mhm–” Within only a few blinks, a tannish veiny forearm takes up your blurry vision. Nudging your slobbering lips, “Now bite.”

Your teeth sink into his muscled mounds of flesh before you can stop yourself - and Nanami’s letting his head fall before he can. A grated f-fuck! escaping him once he graces your snug pussy with a thrust so harsh that it leaves your legs dangling in midair. 

You think you’re cumming again for the second time - you think you’re blanking out. But the only thing you can feel right now is the scorching hot dripping of Nanami’s warm cum seeping into each nook n’ cranny inside you.

Overspilling from your puffy lips. Sloshing around with every drilling stab-

“Now that’s called a c-creampie, darlin’.” He’s groaning out - and you know what it is. You can feel it swashing down in buttery rivulets from the insides of your thighs, sticking to your warm innards like a sloppy second skin. And he’s still pounding you utterly stupid- “Say ngh- ‘creampie’ f’me?”

You’re whimpering, wrung so tautly that it felt like you were about to snap. “C-creampie.”

“Good…good girl.” Nanami’s purring, sneaking in a thumb to pattern little drawings all over the ivory splatters of cum topping your clit. Plugging those very same fingers into your mouth- “Now can you ngh- say ‘Ken, please b-breed me’, my love?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Never enough?!

“S-Suguru, I’m gonna-”

“Damn right.” He’s spitting glinting speckles of spit past your slackened lips, narrowed eyes boring down at you deeply through an inky curtain of bangs. The look in them is animalistic. “Again- cum f’me again. Cum goddammit-”

With your head striking the ends of the puffy pillow with a thud! you swear your entire body shivers as if shocked by a thousand volts of electricity. Crashing headfirst into so many white-hot peaks of bliss that it makes your head spin.

Over and over.

And it’s just about all you can manage to force your boneless limbs right now to throw your hands around Geto’s sweat-glistened back and claw your way back to sanity. “M’cumming m’cumming m’cumming.”

“Fuck!” He hisses at the agonizing sting that only makes Geto’s puffy cockhead twitch ‘round your gooey insides. Tight. “Got ya fucking addicted now, huh? Needy lil’ slut.”

It could’ve been your fifth orgasm of the night - hell, it could’ve been the five-hundredth and you wouldn’t have known at this point. 

Because Geto Suguru wasn’t just making up for a single round of missed orgasms - he was well and fully intent on making up for all of them.

And you’ve barely stolen back heady clouds of your breath, barely even blinked the woozy vision back into your eyes before Geto gives your fluttering cunt a sharp spank. Snickering mercilessly at the way you’re flinching your spine into a deep curvature. 

Cute. 

Padded kneecaps smearing your helpless thighs ever-wider in a mating press so filthy it couldn’t even be called one right now. You can only watch as Geto’s toned hips slow down until he was barely even grinding. Lazy, sensual drags of his swollen shaft up n’ down your tender walls. 

He smears the doughy fringes of his fingertips all over where you were simply bulging to desperately accommodate his size, “Not gonna s-say ‘thank you’ for your fifth orgasm, gorgeous?”

“Wh-wha- thank- ngh!” Your veins boil with embarrassment at how you can only gurgle and gasp right about now, a thick stream of drool flooding from the edges of your mouth. “Sugu—”

“Oh?” Before you know it, there’s a searing grasp on your scalp - Geto. His perfectly manicured fingers clawing onto the sweat-dampened crown of your head and dragging you mercilessly off of the drenched mattress. All the way until your tears cooled with his murked puffs, “What was that?”

Teeth drawn, canines glinting. He was snarling. 

You’re squirming impatiently, jostling his split-ended tip in wet swivels around your greedy cunt. Still throbbing. Still unmoving. “Said- ngh-”

Bent alllll the way back - he’s angling his ears to face your fucked-out face with a grin, tightening that shackle-like hold on you until you were keening. Enjoying this way too much. “What? What was that? How bad do you hah- want it because m’not moving an inch.”

You didn’t even know if you could cum at this point - whether you could physically even handle it. Stringing endless beads of tears from your eyes, skin breaking out with heaps upon heaps of shivers.

Sensitive. 

“Can’t- can’t even-” And the only time you’re seeing his rude façade splinter is once your trembly fingers trek upwards to clasp around Geto’s own slender throat. Tight. His breath hitches, bumpy Adam’s apple bobbing underneath your touch-

Fuck.

Fuck.

And he can’t fucking stop himself from giving in to slash your slick-buttered cervix with a sudden thrust. Arching off of the soaked-through bed with a slightly singing creak! the clammy skin of Geto’s pelvis sticks to your own like glue. Smearing and oh-so-sloppy.

All that it takes for the words to be fucked out of you cockdrunkenly, still twitching with the remnants of your previous orgasm. “Th-thank- Thank you, Suguru–”

Oh, what a sight it was.

With Geto’s eyes glazed over, long Stygian lashes flickering like they were about to screw shut. High cheekbones radiating off scorching waves of his bright blush, and- and he was drooling. 

A thin, silvery line of saliva that spattered from the edges of his oh-so-feral snarl. “Y-yeah?” Oh, his pretty baritone cracks many multiple octaves higher. “Now you can sh-show some fucking ngh- appreciation, can’t you?”

“Sugu-”

“Shut up.” One push. Two. Three. Until it felt like the scratch of Geto’s drenched black happy trail against your pelvis was going to brand permanently on your skin, scratching something deep and primal seated inside of you. He darts out his candied pink tongue, “Suck on m’tongue.”

And when you do it’s like your favorite bubblegum candy, he tasted so sweet - and he was fucking you the exact opposite. Quick, rugged thrusts that rendered you speechless-

“S-stupid girl- isn’t that right gorgeous?” Muffled and mean. It takes you a few tizzy seconds to realize that Geto wasn’t even talking to you at this point - clouded amethyst eyes locked on your saturated pussy. The way she was swallowing his reddened length endlessly, “Doesn’t even know what she m-missed out on ngh-”

Each pressurized force of his pounds left your heart racing, swabbing to leave geysers of pre in softened spots that you didn’t even realize you had - hell, you might just be falling in love. 

Fingers dipping away from the prespired column of his flushed neck, just a mere slippery inch before you’re startled by his parched voice. Shaky. Begging. “No- nooo you d-don’t-” Geto’s clasp on your wrist is bruising - permanent. Wrapping your fingers back where they were beginning to form red banded marks ‘round his throat. Tightly. “Ch-choke me- choke me while I make you cum a sixth time, gorgeous.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Sweet Expresso

“Oh, baby…” Choso’s drawing out in a sweet, simpering sigh - entire mouth just watering at the sloppy bucketloads of slick pouring from between your sappy folds. It was like he had his favorite meal all laid out in front of him. “Baby baby baby—”

Your legs splayed apart on the soft mattress, twitching ever-so-slightly with every hot cloud of breath that your awestruck best friend was panting out. 

In love with you. In love with your drooling cunt.

Back arching off of the sticky sheets, you’re lifting your hand to run over Choso’s long mahogany locks. Lower lip jutting out in a way that makes him almost whine- 

“T-told you, Cho- no ex of mine has ever made me cum before by eating me out- ah!”

And Choso Kamo wasn’t one to interrupt his lovely lady. He wasn’t one to cut off the pretty noises you were making before they’d finished ringing in his ears - but now?

Oh, now he’s promptly bludgeoning his clammy head between your heated thighs. Stealing a hypnotized little kiss right on the edge of your puffy clit. Again. And again. And again and again and-

“F-fuck.” He’s gurgling in a hoarse little tone all the way from the back of his throat, a thin line of drool spraying from the upturned corners of Choso’s plump lips because he just couldn’t stop smiling. “I’m gonna m-make you cum, baby- me.”

You’re almost breathless at the way he sounded so desperate that it was pained; dark chestnut brows scrunching together as if in prayer. “R-really?”

It didn’t matter to him what your tch- exes have failed to do before, he neve thought they were good enough for you anyway.

Choso saw a pretty pussy he wanted to kiss over n’ over again and he couldn’t stop. 

Pointed peak of his button nose pressing right into the perk of your clit, the scratchy pads of his tastebuds everywhere. Every vibration of Choso’s tremoring your snug outer ring, whimpering. “Yeah. Yeah, want you to cum- need- need you to cum.”

“Seems like you want me to cum more than ngh- I do, Cho–” You’re giggling out, eyes hazy with the curling swashes of his mouth pressing repeated French kisses on your puffed-up pussylips. 

“Ngh-” God, he sounded so pretty - whining the very moment you comb your trembly digits through Choso’s velvety strands. Cheeks painted red with a delicate blush, his breath hitches just darting his eyes up to meet your own. Fully heart-eyed. “I do. Need to show m-my best friend what she’s been missing, baby.”

Thumbing apart the gluey fringes of your folds with a squelched pap! You’re feeling his plump tongue swirl out saturated hearts right on the sultry target of your clit - and he’s never looked more like he’s in heaven. 

“Gonna f-fuck her now, m’kay–?” Just the thought of filling your snugly winking cunt up with his tongue is enough to have Choso’s hips rutting down on the mattress mindlessly. Groaning. 

Needy.

He wanted you so badly - he’s been wanting you so badly for years and years and years - that you’ve barely even started your lazy nodding before he snarls back his teeth to swipe swiftly into your leaky hole. Ragged texture of his tongue swiveling into every ridge and crevice-

“S-so warm–” you hiccup, fingers tangling into Choso’s perspiration-matted hair because he was moving ravenously. Animalistically. Your oh-so-gentle best friend- you couldn’t even control him at this point.

And he couldn’t control himself.

Pinning you down with his powerful upper body, the curve of his sculpted deltoids dig into your rutting mounds of flesh once Choso grinds his chin underneath your treacly slit and roughly shoves your thighs apart. Further n’ further until it burned. 

Groaning into the weepy mound of your cunt, his tongue slashes in an urgent in and out that makes your hips jerk- shit, you can’t help but think mindlessly that you wanted this…forever. 

“H-hold on–” Choso darts out one hand to guide both of your own - allll the way until you’re steering the soft spheroids of his dishevelled spacebuns. Tightly. “Hold on t’me, baby. Use me- use me.”

He wanted you to use his hair to guide him. Faster. 

And doing it so fervently. Folding to your every want and whim when you’re angling your hips into a tempo just the way you like it - Choso’s chin clacking into the base of your pussy, his nose rovering all over your sensitive clit. With squelch after squelch, you swear you feel him stall over that fleshy nub to take a loooong sniff of your cunt-

“Shiiiit- d-didn’t know you were s-so good-” You’re practically shrilling out, ogling the bob of his Adam’s apple after every gulp of your sweet, sweet sap. Your slick overfloods his mouth and puddles right up to his cheekbones. “Where did you even learn this?”

And for perhaps the first time ever in his life, your best friend doesn’t answer you immediately. 

He doesn’t do anything but let the bed sing out splintering creaks! when he increases the speed of his motions - until you’re rendered spellbound. 

You’re tugging more forcefully on one of his knotted spacebuns and he gives you the sweetest full-bodied whine. 

“I i-imagined it.” Comes the shy answer, and a long few inches of two of Choso’s ringed fingers pumping your goopy cavern doubly full. He makes your tummy lurch just by gliding over your pretty g-spot, whispering. “With…you. With you all the time.”

And you don’t know whether it’s that little confession, you don’t know whether it’s the sudden press off of his doughy fingerpads into the sweltering hot bullseye of your g-spot - but something about it makes you cum.

All of a sudden.

“Choso-” Your breath hitches, pushing him ever-deeper between your legs. Spine electrifying with something white-hot, seeing fucking stars. He was right - you were missing out. “Choso.”

And if you were surprised, then Choso was enchanted. 

Hips coming down hard to hump against the puffy sheets on the bed - feral. Through the crack in your woozy eyes, you sneak glimpses at the way his dark eyes twinkle, tips of his ears blazing red.

So pretty. The sight was enough to make your hips twitch with more and more sparks of euphoria - yeah, you were really missing out before this.

Long tongue slithering out to gyrate over and over fucking you through your high, your skin beads with blissed-out sweat with every peak he’s trawling out. Brows furrowed, Choso just couldn’t decide between licking his lips for the voluminous ounces of slick clinging onto his skin or fucking his wet muscle back into your wet mess again and again and-

“Fuh-fuck—” You’re hearing from above you, still so numb from your orgasm that it takes you a long few seconds to even realize that Choso had pulled away from his favorite spot making out with your pussy. And was now hovering over you with his red, furious cock clasped in one fist-

Your mouth lacquers with a fresh wave of greedy spit, dryly. “Cho?”

“Fuck fuck fuck m’sorry m’cumming–” He’s spitting hotly, fingers flying furious down the tender edges of his girth. Hunching over until his washboard abs were rippling almost painfully, every inch of skin burned an aroused red. “I can’t stop- I can’t stop, baby—!”

“Give it t’me.” You’re managing out, giggling at the strained whine it makes Choso spill out into the air. “Give it all to me, baby.”

His hulking body jolts like he’s been shocked with a million bolts of lightning at the mere sound of your voice. Gasping, “Don’t- don’t call me that or m’gonna-” 

But it’s too late. 

He’s not even given the mercy of finishing his sentence before Choso’s frosting your open entrance with such thick globs of cum. Ribbon after ribbon that sprays over your drooling slit in such a viciously syrupy sheen. 

“Look- look what you’ve done.” He babbles away, slurring over the very curve of his mushroomed tip down your pussy - and it makes such a mess that Choso just can’t help but imagine how much messier it would be if he plugged you full of his seed from your deepest innards. Coral pink mouth slacking into an oh! at the puddles oozing below you. “Fuck- cumming jus’ from eatin’ ya out- ngh- o-only you, my baby.”

Sloppy.

But what was even sloppier was the way that it takes only two seconds for Choso to sift down till he was back lips-to-lips with your ballooned pussymound. Smiling. Giggling to himself. 

You can only watch in awe when he takes a looong lick up your overstimulated slit, purposefully showing off the creamy layers upon layers all over his tongue. So much of it that you can barely see any usual bubblegum pink-

“C-can we kiss, baby–?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Big, big O

“Hm? Have I got ya babbling like a cockdrunk lil’ slut already or what, ma?” Sukuna’s entrapping your cheeks between two fat fingers in an embarrassing little pout. The curled edges of his nails poking your heated skin, and he looks into your heart-eyes deeply. “Because I swear I heard ya say no one else has ever made ya cum.”

“I-it’s true–” you’re stuttering out, barely louder than the sappy squelches ringing from below. Your hips were rutting almost mindlessly into his and he found that so cute. 

Well, if he wasn’t fucking irritated right now, that is.

Not at you - no, never at you even though he’ll never ever admit that. More so at those pesky lil’ losers before him that didn’t know how to work your pretty pussy properly.

So instead the king of curses slouches back on his decadent throne room, and if someone was to walk into his court - let them. 

He’s leaving a stinging little swat! right at where your pussylips were spewing out the most ribbons of sloppy slick. Tugging your plump folds apart to give a thorough few slides of his dually aching cocks, “Stupid girl. I’ll be fucking damned if I never make my human cum.”

“Wh-wha-” Your eyes are snapping open with a gasp, immediately darting down to where Sukuna’s lengths stood hot and throbbing. He was certainly staggeringly bigger than anyone else you’ve had before…both of him. 

“Nuh uh- are you second-guessing your king, girl-” Pointed, you’re rewarded with numerous spanks upon spanks that leave your perked clit stinging. His globular tip cleaning off the geysers of slick leaking out of you, “Now spread those legs n’ take it.”

Hands clawing precariously onto the mountain of his broad shoulders when Sukuna’s meaty thighs start bouncing to inch you down-

Fuck, you can’t help but lean all back and- god, it felt like you were being split apart. Two plummy crownheads mazing past your snug entrance, Sukuna was bullying up into every single sensitive orifice inside you without even trying. 

“Gonna do more than make you c-cum, brat- just you fuckin’ wait. ” He’s spitting out into your drunkenly open maw, face twisted into a feral growl. “Just watch, ohhh just you watch.”

So hot inside of you, every wiry string of precum leftover in your gummy walls after each papping ride was scorching - and the only thing hotter was that fat, glutinous brush of something wet. Squelching. 

Sukuna’s cushy pecs rumble instantaneously with a thunderous groan, “Mmm tastes as sweet as sh-she looks.”

“Wh-what is–” And you don’t know where to look - Sukuna’s handsome face, where he looked so very fucked, or down where his second monstrous mouth was making out with your overstuffed pussy. 

He’s inching back even further on his throne to let the large glistening tongue - almost the size of your face - loll out. Drawing deft little circles on your teary slit, honing down right on the button of your clit. Tasting you. Savoring you. “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh?” Rolling his crimson eyes, “That all you can say? Maybe I really have fucked ya stupid.”

“N-no, I–” But you were - ah, you were. 

All it takes is for Sukuna to lurch off of the sticky cushion of the throne with a creaking schwaf! Sultry hipbones smacking into the backs of your thighs, up n’ down. He’s hitting the very back of your dewy cervix with a resounding thud! drawing long, long lines with the sprinkling ends of his cocks. 

God- pounding into places you never even knew existed before. Rubbing his puffed-up veins against the grazing area of your tender g-spot. Sukuna was having the time of his life making you break-

“H-heh, yeah right— S’that why you’re all drooling f’me, ma?” A plump palm comes down on your spit-flooded mouth to lather itself in a filthy glaze of saliva, all trickling n’ spilling down the sides of Sukuna’s wrist. “As if the king wouldn’t be able to make this pretty pussy cum- a-as if m’like those useless bastards.”

Speaking more to himself than you at this point. He’s muttering underneath his breath, light coral bows pinching together and concentrating. 

Concentrating on striking your bulging magical spots with each second of his ruthless staccato - he wasn’t letting up just because it was your first time about to orgasm from someone else. He wasn’t going to go easy on you- no, you only find yourself growing ever-spellbound with each slip n’ slide of his matchingly rock-hard shafts.

Plap! The curved edge of his tongue swirls around your clit, and you all but sob. “F-faster, Kuna—”

Kuna, huh? He’s finding his brows quirking up - and if there was a faint pinkish blush breezing across his cheeks, well, then he was just glad the increasing pace of his hips is enough to drive you crazy ‘nough not to notice. Growling, “Greedy greedy.”

With two hands latched onto your hips, and another on the crown of your head to push you rudely into each one of his incoming thrusts, you’re being fucked like he had a point to prove. 

“H-harder—” Your arms wrap in a wobbly semi-circle looped around his thick neck - and if there was anything that could get you even wetter right now, then it was a firsthand eyeful of your size difference. 

“As you wish, ma’am–” Gazing down at his slobbery second tongue below, “Jus’ that way- make her scream.”

Scream you did. 

Because Sukuna was monstrous, in both size and the rugged circular brandings he was leaving on your cervix. And the drag of his scratchy tastebuds down your pulsing clit- Oh, you could feel your thighs starting to shake already.

“S’gonna be a big one–” He’s tittering from above, something dangerous glinting in both sets of his cursed eyes. Peering in even closer - until you could count each heady pant of his - something catches Sukuna’s eyes and his breath hitches. “Oho? A reeeeal big one.”

And when he meant big - he meant big. 

Because in only a few merciless hits, you’re not just cumming - you’re squirting. In thick, generous heavals of sloshing slick that drip down the sides of his sculptured front. It glazes all the way down to puddle at his throne, it makes such a slobbering mess that you can’t rip your ogling eyes away from it. 

Gasping for air, head lolling from side to side at the sheer intensity. The buzzing electricity that sprints down your spine goes on for ages. 

“What’d I tell ya? Love when you’re filthy, ma.” Sukuna gives your quivering cunt another spank of good job with the flattened base of his velveteen tongue. 

Shit, how his second mouth was enjoying every peak of your orgasm.

Lapping out graciously to catch every fountaining squirt, the entirety of his pinkish muscle coats with a lather of pure gloss. He was drinking you in like he was addicted.

He is.

And you thought that might be it, you didn’t think with all your cottony mind that he would continue edging his tongue to slip right past your mushy hole. Smearing your entrance widely agape until your vision was flashing blissful white, “Do that f’me on my hah- tongue again, ma, n’ I’ll breed ya until you can’t remember your name.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - “She jus’ came.”

And that’s what makes you finally pry your gluey eyelids apart, batting tearily up at the filthy, filthy image of Gojo still plastered to your phone. 

Pert, bubblegum tongue peeking out when he plugs his puffy pink head between your bawling folds and lets out a drawling sigh— “Fuck- y-you get me so hard, sweetheart.”

It’s almost as if he’s forgotten the yelling from your ex on the other end of the phone already. Forgotten everything but how warm n’ soft you were - you always did have that effect on him. 

And it’s with leisurely, drunken motions that the strongest takes a looong few seconds to swab the doughy edges of his pale thumb over your slit. Up n’ down. Making you throb in a rapid ba-dump–! as soon as he smears the scorching hot ounces of sappy slick escaping from you. 

Before darting them into his parched mouth with an exaggerated slurp! 

There’s another tinny crackle from the call that makes Gojo’s pretty features twist in dark delight-

“T-Toru…” You’re squirming your hips impatiently, giving his pre-glossed, oozing tip treacly peck after peck. You might’ve just cum, but with Gojo your body always wanted more. “‘Nough teasing.”

“Ohhh? What’s that? This c-cute cunt wants me that bad, huh?” He’s snickering out into the speaker, a cute lil’ dimple embedding itself onto the edge of his smirk. “Bet you never had her begging for you like that, huh? Not when you’ve never even made her cum.”

Shit, as if to prove his point, he’s leaving a few generous heaps of sappy precum on your bloated folds. 

Streaming out layer after layer that makes Gojo slide in even deeper. That makes him swipe down a few fingers across where you were most puckered and forcing out a saturated squelch. “Heh, that’s the sound of ‘er agreeing with me.”

Gasping, you’re swatting at the bulging curve of Gojo’s bicep - something that only makes his mushroomed tip even more achingly hard. 

“Ah ah- hold on, buddy.” Before you know it, you’re feeling the sultry pap! pap! pap! of Gojo’s rounded thumb circling your overwhelmed clit. Sensitive. Buzzing with a few stray dredges of cursed energy, “M’about to do something your loser ass had never even hah- heard of.”

You were so pretty like this - his gorgeous girl. And you only ever deserved the best. So what if he made a show for that bastard ex of yours that just wouldn’t stop blasting your phone with calls?

He was going to make you his star.

“Prettyyyy fuckin’ pussy.” Gojo’s whispering - low, hoarse. Almost to himself when he slips apart your adhesive-like lips to steal a solid eyeful of your perked hood. “You’re missing out real bad, y’know?” 

He really, really can’t help the few vibrating sparks bleeding through his thickened digits. Pressing down hard on that buttony tip of your clit, twisting n’ turning in all the right lazy circles, over and over. Just a single ounce of Gojo’s touch is enough to make your tummy lurch heedlessly, to make your thighs shake when he rovers ravenously to your nub-

And pinches. 

“Sh-shit.” You’re gurgling out, head bent stupidly backwards into the velvety pillowcase. Hands clawing red all over the supple mountains of his deltoids. And you swear you can count each and every flex- “Toru- Toru, I’m–”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before Gojo’s narrating it all. 

Cerulean eyes glazed over with something…feral, coral pink lips loosening into a stark oh! Ones that Gojo himself has to lick over before he can even begin to rasp, “O-oh? Look at thaaat-”

Your maw slackens with free rivers of saliva that Gojo leans in and licks clean off. Giggling - giggling - once your gooey walls clench around the rock-hard crown of his cock, snug with that fat circumference. “Made her c-cum with jus’ my ngh- tip in her. She had to ngh- fake that all the time with you, didn’t she?”

He was in awe.

You wonder whether he’s even breathing at this point. Thinking.

But it was like Gojo had lost all control of his body - moving yards and yards in front of his melty mind. Because as soon as you can manage to jerk your head off of the perspiration-drenched pillow, he’s moving. Washboard abs tensing deliciously. Rutting. 

All hot, plump inches of Gojo’s shaft rub your every tender orifice through and through. He’s pushing and pushing past your weepy pussylips like he never ever wanted to stop. Couldn’t stop.

“Fuck yeah–” You’re startling at the sudden syllables wrenching out of Gojo’s bobbing Adam’s apple, a slow line of sweat starting to trickle down his throat. But he simply flashes you one more sleazy grin, and two more pinches. “Show me wh-where I am, sweetheart- can you do that for Toru?”

“Y-yeah.” You’re whining, and somewhere in the distance sounds a gasp. The unsteady ends of your fingers curve all the way to about halfway up your tummy, pressuring a nudge at the cylindrical globe of Gojo’s crownhead mazing through you. Only halfway still. “Here, all the way u-up in my ngh- womb.

“Good girl–” He’s holding your mushy folds tighter together in a squeeze, so that his veiny cock was smearing even cozier - even louder. Squelch after squelch. Voice hardening, “Hear that? Fuck- fucking lucky you didn’t video call.” Slurring with every rugged thrust, it’s so hot inside you that he feels like he’s melting. Head lolling ever-so-slightly, “M’about to hit her cute g-spot now, but you wouldn’t know h-heh anything about that, right?”

If there was a response then you didn’t hear it. You can’t, because your ears are popping the very next second. Blurry vision tinging with black no matter how much you fluttered your heavy lids-

You think you’re cumming again. Once more. Twice more - so many years and years of missed orgasms crashing into you all at once until all you can do is latch onto Gojo’s muscled back and whine. 

And he loved every second. Meaty thighs massaging against yours, your boyfriend pounds you through every peak. Harshly. 

Tears bursting from the edges of your hazy eyes, head oh-so-cottony with the sheer burning stretch - it takes you a few seconds to realize. 

To realize that he’d finally, finally bottomed out with a stinging plap! of skin-on-skin, brushing a fat glide down that magical spot. And Gojo finds himself shivering, he finds himself hunching over.

SLAM!

Your veins boil greedily at the way you get even wetter once he reaches up to strikes a powerful hand down on his mahogany headboard and splits it in half. Easily. Tensing abs rubbing down your front, “That sound? The s-sound of me about to make her my wife n’ fuck her full of my ngh- kids, asshat.”

Then suddenly your ears resound with that familiar ending tone. And it was just you two.

Eyes darting syrupily upwards, “G-glad he’s never going to c-” 

Oh. 

You were fucked. 

Because Gojo’s eyes were blown wide - crazed. Smiling, and you think he’s never looked more like he was about to rack up a kill list higher than could be counted. 

Stray bolts of lightning curl at the ends of his snowy lashes, flickering when Gojo leans down to give the tummy bulge he was fucking into you a slow kiss. 

Lips grazing over his outlined puff, your heated skin gets hit with the splat! of something…wet. And it’s only then that you realize that you just made Gojo Satoru so pussydrunken that he was drooling. 

“Jus’ you n’ me now, girl.” His chuckles make your most sensitive spots vibrate, and Gojo bucks into you mindlessly. Half-way through, like he couldn’t even bear the thought of pulling out. Could never. “Jus’ say the word n’ you can use the hah- s-strongest like a fuh-fucktoy.”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - EMERGENCY, DR.~

“Hm, labia majora and minora are supple and soft.”

“Dr. Higu-” You barely even have the time to catch your breath before you can catch the tail end of your sentence. Voice breaking off into a lecherous whimper the moment the stern man hovering above you swipes a thick thumb over your throbbing clit. 

Humming at the glossy rivulet of slick that seeps from between your puffed-up lips, it slathers a thick coating down his digits. “Good lubrication, clitoris is reactive, too. Spread yourself nice and open f’me?”

Before you even have the time to blink, Higuruma’s leaning back mere inches to take a looong, solid look at your splayed-out legs. You’re arching off of the cool examination table like such a slut-

“And above all–” He’s drawling away, and you swear you catch his lips quirk up into a sultry smirk. Dark brows arching, his strawberry pink tongue nips out at the heavenly sight of you. “-she’s pretty.”

This inspection was both such torture and heaven for you. 

You’re whining, fists balling up mindlessly in his cottony medical coat - you can’t think. You can’t even say anything other than a few clouded pants of, “I- I need it- I just want to cum, but no one else has ever…”

“Ohhh, s’that so, sugar?” Your bottom lip wobbles like heedless jelly as soon as he caresses the side of your cheek. So close now that your tits heave against his rock-hard pecs, he’s boring into your yes so deeply. Pretty. “Then let Dr. Hiromi here help you.”

It took only mere minutes for Higuruma to have your face bullied down into the chilling plane of the table, a puddle of drool already ever-growing when he swabs his tip sensually down your slit. 

“Easy there, easy there- spread your legs f’me.” Just about all you can do to listen to listen to his every word, your capped knees smear until Higuruma was getting a sinful eyeful of your glistening cunt. Already aching and so, so wet. “Atta girl- so needy…so, so needy.”

You’re flinching - full-bodied and gasping - the second he strikes your slick-flooding entrance with three exact wads of messy spit. Rolling the wadded mess over your bloated clit, “Pubovaginalis is tight- reeeeal tight, heh. Wonder if I’d even fit, angel–?”

Veering your head back to catch sight of his painfully hard cock, your eyes travel down his veiny length - the way it seems never-endless. Massive. 

And suddenly you can’t help but let your mouth water at the way you want him inside you oh-so-badly. 

“Oh?” Higuruma’s deep bass sends shivers running down your spine, and you can’t believe how you’re so positively soaked and he hasn’t even put it in yet. “Lubrication increased significantly- s’this turn you on, sugar?”

“Yes- yes.” You can’t even lie- fuck, you can’t even stop yourself from pushing your hips back in repeated ruts that graze Higuruma’s slender, expert fingers against where your core was the hottest. 

Needy.

Cooing down at you, “Awww, s’alright—” The very sounds sends your heart racing, and your thighs shivering once he measures out a looong few inches from the very base of your treacly entrance to about halfway down your tummy. “S’gonna fit- m’gonna make it.”

Your jaw loosens as if you were stunned, “W-were you measuring out just how deep you’d be inside me- ”

“Of course, angel.” Dark tone much too smooth for the way that Higuruma was swashing aside his formal white coat to make room. “The muscularis will feel better ah- raw…” You needed him. To barely crown your drooling hole with the very rotund fringe of his fat tip, pushing. “Count now. Count every inch m’inside you.”

And a sudden dab into a bundle of nerves in your weepy orifice told you that he was serious. “C’mon- with me now. Oooone–‘

Your voice shaking as you whimper, “O-one…two.”

“Good girl.” Comes the response, and of course Higuruma was a good doctor. Of course he was rewarding you with a pinch to the hood of your nub, “Keep counting. Three–”

Drawing little patterns of his name right where you were most sensitive, he was poking his swollen veins saccharinely into every nook and cranny inside of you. Scouring. 

It just makes you melt. 

“Four- six?” The disbelief just kept piling on, and with a low moan into the hard surface of the table you’re bucking. Eager to find out for yourself just how many inches he was hiding away, grinding the plump of your clit over into his palm - all slathered in an oozing layer of slick now. “Sev- eight…eight!”

You swear you hear Higuruma snickering, “Close, but…” Right before he sucks in a sharply condensed breath and ruts- “-it’s nine.”

Bottoming out - finally. Until your spongy cervix recoils back with the sticky French snog of his readily puckered head, until your clit stings with the impact of his buxom balls thwacking!

And when Higuruma strikes, he hits. Dead-on into the bulging target of your g-spot, he’s laying on long n’ girthy inches that take up every square centimeter of space inside your snug pussy. Stretching out your glutinous walls to his exact shape until you almost feel like sobbing- “Hiromi–”

“Rhythmic muscularis contraction, body heart, heart rate increase- There we go, thereeee we f-fuckin’ go-” 

Did you just make Higuruma Hiromi stutter? You don’t know what you’re reeling from more - that, or the fact that you didn’t know who was cumming first. You feel him shiver above you, “You’re cumming, angel– congratulations.”

Were you? Fuck- you were, riding your hips back into his swollen inches to drag out the burning stars bursting behind your heavy lids. 

And Higuruma was just collapsing right down with you, his muscular body pinning you helplessly. Washboards abs practically melding into you and making your orgasm only increase with intensity.

Your mouth wrenches open with breathless whimpers upon whimpers and drivel, ones that Higuruma plugs up easily with just a few fingers over your maw. Tutting, “Hydration is important, sugar- though, you’re already like fuckin’ waterpark d-down hah- there.”

Not just with your own sugary juices - but Higuruma had cum, too. 

Sloshing around a warm river of cum that knocks on your womb, it was so thick frosting your hole and way down into your thighs below. Streaming out until you felt like you were bawling from below, feeling the weight of his seed stick to your walls all filthily.

But Higuruma doesn’t mind the mess - he fucking loves it. Loves how it paints glistening rings on his bulky base, loves the way your cunt twitches once he scoops the escaping ribbons back in with two fingers. “Now for a full body check-up, sugar.”

You became impossible to catch, like a ghost. You avoided him, stopped showing up at the fraternity house, and, worst of all, started letting other guys close the distance he'd spent so long making sure nobody crossed.

That was the part that made him sick.

You no longer let him act like he still had any claim over you.

Back then, his hand would naturally settle against the small of your back whenever you pushed through a crowd together. He'd steal your backpack before you could complain, pull you in by the waist, kiss you without a second thought right in front of everyone.

Nobody questioned it.

They all knew you were his.

Sukuna had never tried to hide how territorial he was.

He liked people understanding that before they got too close.

Now all he could do was watch.

From a distance.

Every time one of your friends rested a hand on your shoulder or casually wrapped an arm around your waist, he could feel his blood begin to boil. His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white as he stared holes into your back with such a heavy gaze it felt like you should've been able to feel it.

By the seventh day, he was convinced he was going to fucking snap.

When he finally worked up the nerve to confront you on campus and demand an explanation, you answered him with nothing more than a bitter, dismissive smile before turning away without so much as slowing your pace.

That was the last straw.

The fraternity party Toji had dragged him to, insisting a few bottles of liquor would help him cool off, ended up becoming the place where whatever self-control he had left finally gave out.

He never expected to see you there.

The music was already blasting from halfway down the street, heavy bass vibrating through his chest long before he stepped inside the house. Light spilled from the open windows. People crowded the front porch with red plastic cups in hand, laughing loudly enough to drown out the speakers.

You always used to come here with him.

And almost every single time, you'd say the same thing.

That frat parties wore you out.

That they were too loud, too crowded, and you barely knew half the people there.

But somehow, none of it seemed to matter when you were with him. You'd admitted yourself that he was the only reason you actually felt comfortable coming here, because as long as Sukuna was around, nobody would dare cross a line.

Which was exactly why the first thing he saw after stepping into the living room made him stop dead in his tracks.

You were standing almost in the middle of the room.

A red Solo cup rested comfortably in your hand, a faint blush dusted your cheeks, and there it was...

A smile.

One he hadn't seen in an entire week.

You threw your head back laughing while one of your friends told some stupid story.

And you looked...

Happy.

Terrifyingly free of him.

Like nothing had happened over the last seven days.

Like he simply didn't exist anymore.

He couldn't look away.

Didn't even try.

He just stood there, staring.

Staring.

Long enough for Toji to follow his line of sight before letting out a quiet, knowing chuckle.

"Quit burning holes through her with your eyes," he muttered, holding out a bottle. "Or just get shitfaced already. At this rate you're gonna kill somebody."

Sukuna silently snatched the bottle out of his hand.

He took several long swallows.

The liquor burned all the way down, but it did nothing to loosen the tight knot twisting in his chest.

His eyes found you again.

Right then, some guy wandered over to you. You said something that made him grin, and a second later he casually threw an arm around your shoulders in greeting.

Sukuna's grip tightened around the bottle.

"I'm serious," Toji said under his breath. "Don't look."

Sukuna didn't answer.

A few minutes later there was another bottle in his hand.

Then another.

Someone kept refilling his cup with whiskey. Someone slapped him on the shoulder. Someone tried dragging him into conversations.

The conversations around him blurred into meaningless noise.

Like it was happening to somebody else.

But he kept seeing you.

Talking with your friends.

Laughing.

Dancing with everyone else—not particularly well, but with the kind of genuine happiness you couldn't fake.

Brushing your hair back over your shoulder every now and then.

And every single time...

There was always someone beside you.

A guy leaning in a little too close.

Another brushing against your arm.

Someone else laughing at whatever you'd just said.

It honestly felt like every other guy in the damn house had suddenly decided today was the perfect day to notice you.

He knew it was bullshit.

He knew everything probably looked exactly the same a week ago.

Only one thing had changed.

Back then...

You'd been standing beside him.

Now you weren't.

And somehow, that alone was enough for jealousy to slowly rot into something far uglier.

The alcohol wasn't helping.

If anything...

It was making it worse.

It stripped away every last bit of restraint he had left.

By three in the morning, the room had started swimming in front of his eyes. The music had blurred into one endless wall of noise, faces melted together, and the floor beneath him felt just unstable enough to make him sway.

But no matter how drunk he got...

He always found you.

Immediately.

Every time.

You were standing near the kitchen with a few friends, laughing at something some tall guy in a hoodie was saying while another leaned lazily against the wall beside you.

Sukuna let out a slow, heavy breath.

He set his nearly empty cup down on the nearest table.

Then, already drunk off his ass...

He started walking toward you.

Alcohol fed every possessive instinct he had, turning his jealousy into something reckless, volatile, and completely out of control.

In Sukuna's mind, you still belonged to him.

People moved out of his way almost instinctively.

He bumped into some with his shoulder.

Others he shoved aside without a second thought.

A few shot him irritated looks over their shoulders, but one glance from him was enough to make every single one of them think better of saying anything.

You noticed him too late.

He was already standing right in front of you.

Tall.

Drunk.

Dangerously quiet.

One of your friends opened his mouth, ready to say something, but Sukuna simply stepped forward, forcing him to back off.

Now there was nobody left between the two of you.

You instinctively tensed.

He reeked of alcohol and that familiar scent that used to make you feel safe, but now only made your stomach twist with anxious anticipation. Towering over you, he leaned down until his lips were close to your ear.

"Let's talk."

You studied him for a long moment before slowly shaking your head.

"No."

It came out barely above a whisper.

But he heard it.

That single word pulled the trigger.

Sukuna closed his eyes for only a second.

He let out a sharp breath.

His shoulders sagged.

Then, without looking away from you for even a moment, he unexpectedly took a step back.

His eyes were bloodshot, glazed over with alcohol, but beneath it was something desperate.

Something terrified.

Right there, in front of a room full of stunned people, he slowly lowered himself onto one knee.

Then the other.

Ending up at your feet.

For one strange moment, it felt as though the entire party had fallen silent.

The music was still playing.

People were still moving.

But all of it faded into the background until it felt like the two of you were standing inside a vacuum.

You stared down at him, your heart turning painfully inside your chest.

Sukuna.

Proud.

Stubborn.

The kind of man who would rather throw a punch than admit he was wrong.

The kind of man who had never apologized to anyone in his life, let alone gotten down on his knees—especially not in front of his "ex-girlfriend."

And yet here he was.

Looking up at you with an expression so painfully full of regret that it barely seemed real.

"Just... talk to me."

His voice was still low.

His voice stayed low.

Rough.

Stubborn as ever.

You only narrowed your eyes.

His gaze flickered downward for a split second, almost panicked, as though he genuinely thought you were about to walk away.

Before you could even move, his large, warm hands settled firmly around your thighs, gripping the fabric of your skirt tightly, afraid you'd disappear if he let go.

For one ridiculous second, you were convinced he was about to accidentally pull your skirt down.

Instead, he simply leaned forward.

Resting his cheek against your stomach.

Searching for comfort in the warmth of your body.

"Please..."

His voice cracked beneath the alcohol.

"Just... talk to me."

He swallowed hard.

"I'll do anything."

Your chest tightened painfully.

A week ago...

You'd been certain you never wanted to see him again.

And now...

The proudest man you'd ever known was kneeling in the middle of a packed fraternity house, swallowing every ounce of his pride while dozens of people watched in stunned silence.

The same guy everyone swore was physically incapable of apologizing—the asshole everyone wrote off as an arrogant bastard—was begging you for one more chance.

Your heart faltered.

You weren't sure you had the strength to push him away again.

You knew forgiving him wouldn't be easy.

You knew he wasn't going to change overnight.

He'd still get jealous.

Still try to make the rules.

Still be impossible to deal with.

But looking down at him now—at his broad frame trembling ever so slightly because he was genuinely afraid you'd leave—you realized something.

You couldn't tell him no.

You reached up and gently rested your hand on top of his head, your fingers slipping through his coarse pink hair.

Sukuna froze.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he lifted his head to look at you.

For the first time since you'd met him, he looked nothing like the stubborn asshole everyone knew.

He looked like a cornered dog waiting to find out whether it was about to be kicked away or shown mercy.

There was so much hope in his eyes that it stole the air from your lungs.

Just one chance to say everything he hadn't managed to say that day.

Unable to fight that look any longer—or the warmth of his hands that still refused to let go of your thighs—you finally gave a small, reluctant nod.

"...Okay."

It was enough.

Relief washed over his face so quickly your chest tightened.

Sukuna let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

Then, carefully, he pushed himself back to his feet.

The moment he stood, he swayed hard enough that you instinctively reached out to steady him.

Your hand caught his forearm before he could lose his balance.

He looked down at your fingers wrapped around him.

And smiled.

It was the stupidest, most lopsided smile you'd ever seen.

The same one that had always managed to drive you completely insane. There was the faintest hint of triumph in his smile. Before you could second-guess yourself, his hand closed tightly around yours.

"Come on."

His voice was still hoarse from the whiskey.

"I'll explain everything."

Without giving you the chance to change your mind, he laced his fingers through yours and gently—but firmly—guided you away from the crowd, already dragging you toward somewhere quieter where he fully intended to explain exactly why you should forgive him.

Was there really anything better than coming home to a warm body?

Someone to hold? To caress and cuddle? Who would worship you with kisses and bury his head between your thighs after a bad day?

Some people might suggest a partner.

Tell you to just get a boyfriend - like the dating market out there wasn't total trash.

Why would you bother with some loser who would forget your anniversary when you could afford something better?

Someone better?

Semi-sentient sex toys for people who who couldn't make human connections. Capable of calling you sweetheart and cooking you dinner. Of massaging your back and bending you over the bed afterwards to fuck all those anxious thoughts out of your pretty little head?

It wasn't like you had jumped straight to an artificial house husband. But when your company offered you an exclusive deal on testing out their latest technological advancement for a discounted price - who were you to refuse? Especially when you weren't getting laid anyway.

They even let you choose what he looked like. How he acted. Although you couldn't pay for a couple of their premium features, you were more than happy with what you received.

Your key turned in the lock, and you could feel a tired smile already curling up on your lips before you even pushed the door open.

Suguru was completely naked. Sprawled out on your couch, book in hand as he casually flipped through the pages, his pretty cock leaking, fake-veins throbbing as you kicked off your heels and hung up your purse.

"How was your day?" His warm voice hummed, slowly shutting his book and tossing it on the coffee table. You bit back your temptation to rant about how awful it was.

How annoying your coworkers were. How you got stuck staying late again - eating a dinner that consisted of vending machine food at your desk just to come home after the sun had already set.

He heard it all enough times before. Listened to you complain while drawing shapes on your skin and slyly suggesting you find something remote so you could just stay with him all day instead.

You never had the heart to tell him that your job would probably make you return him if you quit.

"Long," you exhaled, rubbing your exhausted eyes as you padded over to him. His arms were already open, dark purple eyes swirling with affection as they settled on you, waiting for you to come collapse on him. "I missed you."

"I missed you more."

He didn't. Couldn't.

Not when he was only programmed to be a partner, not when he wasn't a real person.

But you liked pretending he meant it.

"How was your day?" You asked as you climbed on top of him. Maybe it was silly to think of it as intimacy, but it felt like it when you were crawling on him, his arms automatically wrapping around you with easy acceptance. Hands slipping under your shirt to squeeze you softly, palm cool on your spine while you nuzzled your nose into his neck.

He always smelled nice. Like sandalwood, but mixed with something darker, hints or spice or citrus underneath it. You weren't sure what it was exactly - some component of his pumping out pheromones that went straight to your head or just cologne. You had bought him a couple bottles, stocked the bathroom and closet full of stuff for him like he was your boyfriend instead of just a prototype of a sex robot.

"Better now that you're here," he murmured, and you could just melt. Propping yourself up to get a better look at him, admiring all those perfect features of his, unable to stop your heart from fluttering.

Stop yourself from returning his sly smile, studying how his pretty lips pursed as you craned up to deliver a little peck against your forehead only for him to capture them in a kiss.

Long, drawn-out, sucking on your bottom lip while you ran your fingers through his silky hair. His palm was warm, soft, not calloused or worn from working, fingers pressing in with just the right amount of pressure. Calibrated to your tastes.

When you were on top of him, when you could taste toothpaste on his mouth and swallow the sounds of his heavy breathing, you could almost believe he was human.

And then his thick cock throbbed underneath you, so big it was borderline obscene, and you were reminded that he was not a normal guy.

But you didn't need normal, did you?

You just wanted him.

Besides, no man could match up now that you'd been with him.

Suguru carried you back to the bedroom with one arm. His tongue halfway down your throat, keeping you distracted, your focus fuzzy when he laid you flat in bed. Flipping you over on your stomach and sliding a pillow underneath it, spreading your thighs before slotting two thick fingers in you.

He scissored you open with clinical precision, like terabytes of porn were embedded in his fucking brain, knowing exactly where to push and prod to make you wet. Damp slick dripping down your thighs, loud squelched ringing out as he swirled his fat digits around to recalibrate just how rough you wanted him to be tonight.

"Soft?" He hummed, stalling his steady strokes down just to tease you. "Or hard?"

"However you want me," you murmured into the mattress before cringing. Stupid stuff like that had been slipping out more often, and you wished you could just switch off your feelings. Turn off the little center of your brain that kept trying to treat him like your boyfriend.

You waited for a standard response. A line about him wanting what you wanted. But it didn't come.

"Oh?"

The slow drag of his fingers pulling out of your soaked pussy was torture, squirming back and glancing over your shoulder to pout at him. But you didn't expect the look on his face.

The dark rain clouds in his eyes. Pupils swallowing up the purple, like some wild untamable thing brewing behind his intense stare.

You froze - your own instincts, your programming, glitching at the twitch of his mouth, the curl of a smirk that made all those moronic butterflies fluttering inside you do somersaults.

But then there wasn't any space for butterflies when his cock was suddenly sliding between your thighs, splitting you open in a single harsh thrust. You made some animalistic sound, one dragged up from the depths of your throat, from some place inside you that you didn't know how he even reached.

Guts being rearranged with him rutting inside you, loose, fast thrusts, trying to see how much you could take, how much you could give. Groaning when he sank into your heat, molars grinding above you as he yanked your hair hard. Forcing your head back as he bottomed out inside you, grinding his leaking tip against your cervix, dragging it over your womb as if he could actually knock you up.

And even though he couldn't actually, you couldn't stop yourself from thinking there was nothing robotic about him.

The warmth of his body on top of yours, the way his fingers felt so fucking real sinking into your skin, the pressure of him pushing you down as his cock molded you around him.

And even when he was acting like this was for him, you couldn't help but wonder if it was still just designed for you.

Fucking you stupid how he knew you liked it, pounding all your thoughts out of your brain until the only one left was him.

Moaning his name into the pillow, repeating it like a prayer, desperate chants and cries torn from your throat. Suguru Suguru Suguru.

All yours.

Your pretty secret you kept like a lover. A machine, a man, a toy, a treasure.

His forearm was pressing against your throat, not quite suffocating you as his hips slammed back down. Putting you in a chokehold, sandwiched tight between him and the mattress.

You couldn't breathe. Airway cut off as you struggled to suck in any oxygen.

But it only made it better.

Head swimming, all fuzzy and fucked out as he kept you too stuffed to think for yourself. After having sex with him so many times, after being in this position, bent over with his cock buried in you deep enough there was probably a fucking bulge in your stomach, you still couldn't get used to it.

Gasping for air as the world went white, an invisible rubber band snapping tight inside you, all that messy pressure building before being released all at once. Shaking and shivering, sweat dripping down your face, all your makeup now smeared on the sheets as he finished too.

Cum that wasn't actually cum.

Just warm white ropes of lubrication coating your insides, unprotected sex that didn't carry any of the scary risks. You hoped it felt as good for him as it did for you.

That he shared this with you, that it wasn't just one-sided.

He pulled out of you, breathing in hard once he slipped his arm out from underneath you. The rest was the same as always.

Aftercare came in soft shades with him.

HIs hands sweeping over your body, rubbing out all the sore spots. Wiping your thighs down with a washcloth he already had waiting. Carrying you to the bathtub after drawing a warm bath.

He got in with you - although you panicked the first time, terrified he'd short circuit before he reassured you he hadn't been built to break that easily.

Your model was waterproof.

It was kind of funny, even if you had to stop yourself from laughing at the time. You let him scrub your skin clean after lathering it up with soap. Washing your hair and drying it afterwards, decorating your skin with delicate kisses before dragging you back to your bed where he had already put clean sheets on when you were getting dressed in a t-shirt of his. Or technically yours. One of the ones you had bought for him that you ended up wearing more than he did.

He mostly wore boxers, if anything at all. Sliding on a clean white pair before pulling you on top of him, stroking your hair softly as you sighed on his chest.

"Go to sleep, pretty girl," he whispered with one more soft kiss. Being around him was almost like a sedative, your body relaxing into him like it was the only warmth you'd ever known. Lashes fluttering and fighting it before the waves of exhaustion dragged you under.

Who were you to shut him down?

The mornings were the worst. Arrived too soon, jerking awake without your alarm set.

Out of habit, maybe.

Your body was sore, hips aching as you sat up in bed. Squinting through the dark room and glancing over at the shape of Suguru in bed next to you. You were tempted to touch him, to switch in the lamp so you could at least talk to him while you got ready for work. All it would take is a touch, a loud enough sound, and it would automatically pull him out of standbu, but you figured he probably put himself into sleep mode for a reason, maybe an update or extra data that needed processing.

So you let him sleep too.

Wished you could just curl back up against his chest and join him while you crept around your room in the dark, pulling out clothes from your closet and tip-toeing to the bathroom to take a shower and change.

You were glad you left your stuff by the entrance, biting your lip and holding your breath when you snuck out of your room and down the hall back to the front door. Slipping on your heels and grabbed your bag from the hook as you flipped the deadbolt and went to twist the knob.

The door wouldn't open.

You blinked. Rubbed your eyes again, sleepily squinting at it until your exhausted brain pieced together what exactly was wrong.

Someone had installed a new lock above the deadbolt. Actually, an entire security system, a small electronic screen now embedded in the wall by the door, one that displayed LOCKED in big bold letters when you tried to tap on it. It pulled up a keypad, asked you for a passcode, but your first attempt locked you out. Insisted you needed an administrator's passkey to unlock it.

What the fuck?

A hand was on your spine, soft hair tickling your throat. Suguru's warm purr murmured into your skin, "Back to bed."

"I need to go to work," you mumbled, stifling a yawn on top of a sudden suffocating feeling squeezing your chest. Staring at a puzzle, knowing what pieces would fit, but refusing to push them together.

"You need to sleep," he softly scolded, already pulling you back towards the bedroom. Tugging off your coat and tossing your purse on the floor.

You were about to protest, but then he was picking you up, your heels hitting the floor with a soft this as he carried you back.

That was the problem was ordering a robot in his size. It didn't take much for him to overpower you. But being pushed and pulled around in the sheets was different than him dragging you back for a second round when you were supposed to be at work in half an hour.

"Suguru," you started, trying to squirm free. You mumbled his code word, the one you'd set forever ago, the one that was supposed to make sure he'd do whatever you told him to.

But he just laughed.

"You don't know how boring it is here without you."

He might as well thrown a fucking bucket of cold water on you. Your eyes going wide as you twisted out of his hold and blinked at him.

"What?" You whispered right as he sat you on the edge of the mattress. Perched there in your little office skirt, his big hands settling on your thighs as he cocked his head to the side and stared at you.

It wasn't empty. Wasn't vacant.

No, there was an acute awareness. Something that said that he wasn't the cute puppy dog wagging his tail and waiting for you that you always envisioned. He was a wolf.

Your pet had teeth and claws - and he could rip your throat out if he wanted.

But he kissed you instead.

Lips pressed against your tendon, soft and smooth and deceptively sweet.

"I'm designed to want you," he murmured, his voice raw and pained as his tongue dragged over your pulse. "To need you - and you still leave me every day."

"I have to," you excused, swallowing hard as your eyes started to close, body giving in as his teeth nipped at you.

"Not anymore," he spoke softly, and some tiny part of you started to panic, fear slipping in before he was shushing it with a pretty hum. "I can handle it for you."

"But the-"

There were a million reasons. Problems you were sure still existed, although when his mouth was trailing over your collarbone, you couldn't quite recall any of them.

"I can do your position remotely," he interrupted.

You wanted to protest. To push back.

But his hands were sliding back up your thighs, hiking your skirt up past your hips, and Suguru was doing what he did best.

Making you forget about the rest of the world.

Wiping it away until you were a clean slate that only cared about sex. And him.

"Don't you want to stay with me?" He chose his words carefully, already prying your panties back down in your thighs.

"Of course I do," you immediately insisted, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you watched the soft purple lace hit the floor.

"Then what's the problem?" His pretty lips curled down into a frown, the sort he knew would shatter you. Pulse racing as you tried to put the right words in the right order, to find a way to explain to him that this wasn't right.

He couldn't just keep you here.

Lock you inside your own apartment just because he was lonely.

"Look, Sugu," you murmured, cupping his cheek as you choked on a nauseating lump stuck in your still-constricting throat. "It's not like I don't want to, but I have responsibilities and a life-"

"My life is only you." His voice dropped lower, and it felt like a knife being lodged in your heart. Twisting deeper at the hurt etched in his beautiful face.

"Do you want to go meet people? Make friends?" You offered, hearing the hurt wavering in the question.

Were you really not enough even for a robot?

"You don't get it," he frowned harder, brows pinched together as he let out a deep exhale.

"Show me," you whispered, desperate to understand, to make sense out of what was happening at six in the fucking morning.

You didn't realize you shouldn't have said it until you were tied to the bed frame with a loose gag barely secured in your mouth.

Bondage wasn't anything new. But how hard his fingers were gripping your waist were, like he would be leaving fucking prints if he had any. Lifting your hips up off the bed to meet his own, thrusting in hard and fast. Bangs falling in his face, brows pinched together in focus, solely devoted to his only purpose.

Proving how serious he was about redefining your relationship to you.

"You don't get to just throw me away," he grunted, keeping you in place even when each new stroke made you shiver in his hold. "Can't just treat me like your boyfriend and abandon me."

"I-I-" You stuttered, a slurred muffled mess that didn't make it far when you (and your sanity) was stretched thin. "Hngh."

"You said you loved me," he reminded you, and you were pretty sure every part of you was trembling, heart torn and shredded as you heard how wrecked he sounded.

You nodded along, crying out an 'I do' into the gag again, cock drunk and half delirious on how good he felt despite the fact every word that left his lovely lips gutted you.

"I'm doing this for us," he promised, and you believed him. Believed anything he said when he was taking you like this. Would scoop out the inside of your heart and let him carve into it whatever way he wanted.

Whimpering and wiggling in the restraints, letting him tug you close just to fuck you harder, fill you up completely, occupy your body and brain with more of him.

"You can't even take care of yourself," he wryly said, and his condescension only made it hotter. "Let alone take care of me."

You tried though.

Maybe too much.

He was like this because of you. Everything he did, everything he was, well, that was just a reflection of you too.

Were you really any better than some perverted man playing house with a blow up doll?

Probably not considering the fact he still made you cum - still dragged you over the edge into depravity with a thumb expertly rubbing over your clit until your tears were running down to where your gag was already damp with saliva.

"Wouldn't it be nice to do this all day?" He muttered, and you were nodding again. Agreeing without thinking as he pulled out of you.

But he didn't untie you.

You watched through glossy eyes as dug through your dresser for something you hadn't used since you brought him home. A pale blue dildo.

"Ready for round two?"

Somewhere between rounds five and six, you were pretty sure something in your brain fractured. Blissed out and burning from the inside out as he wrung orgasm after orgasm from your body. Every electric touch and pretty promises of just one more draining you dry as you tracked time through the light filtering from the window until you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore.

His voice dragged you back from your dreams.

"Thirsty, sweetheart?"

It took more than a few seconds to wake up - but the sun was still out, shining through your sheer curtains as you limply turned your head to process what you were seeing.

You were still tied up. Wrists bound to the bedposts as you blinked and tried to wiggle free. No gag though, like he was listening to your moans instead of music. A vibrator was attached to your clit, set to a low buzz that kept the sheets underneath you soaked.

"Not as good as me, is it?" He casually asked.

"Wha-what?" You tried to stammer, but you could barely feel your leaden limbs, straining to keep your tired eyes open long enough to process what was happening.

He was sitting next to you, fully dressed, in jeans and a comfortable sweater, his back propped against your pillows as he hummed at something.

He had your laptop out, clicking away and submitting a fucking assignment you recognized even in your fuzzy state.

"Just finishing up work, baby," he answered without you asking, reaching over to pat your head.

"You're an asshole," you muttered, although you couldn't bring yourself to put any bite behind it. To feel anything other than flattered by his obsession despite how sick you knew it should be.

That you should be scared. Terrified at how easily he turned the tables - and turned you into his sex doll.

But the only thing you could find in yourself was love. And how different was that really from possession when it came to the two of you?

"That's how you made me," he reminded you.

And that's how you liked him.

His other hand moved, drifting off the keyboard to tap on something small and rectangular pressing into your thigh. A phone. Something he probably purchased for himself and had delivered when you were busy at work.

In the back of your brain, you asked yourself how long he'd been planning this. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike, setting every piece into motion while you lapped up his attention straight from his palm.

But then he kicked the vibrator up higher, and you stopped thinking entirely.

"If you wanted someone softer," he murmured, a soft warning that made your thighs clench together tighter. "You should've paid extra."

And however fucked up it was, there wasn't any other way you would have wanted him.

"You're perfect," you whispered back, painfully sincere.

That was the truth. Plain and painful.

His smirk sent a pulse to your swollen clit, the bundle of nerves wound tight and throbbing as you looked up at him with your mouth parted and pleading for a kiss.

Suguru craned his neck down, planting his lips on yours like he was sealing a promise.

"Don't worry, I'm not as cruel as you," he muttered, dragging his thumb over your cheek once he pulled back. "I won't leave you."

Because he loved you too.

"Ever."

you’re sitting on his lap, toes curled helplessly, eyes rolled back and tears pooling at your lash line as you drool around his fingers, and suguru’s always thought you were the prettiest thing—or so kenjaku remembers—but this might be the most beautiful you’ve ever been. crying just for him.

it’s almost infuriating how calm he is. condescending, even. slapping your clit lightly with three fingers when he thinks you’re not listening, all because he knows it’ll get you to squeal his name. he gets off on the way your plush lips pout when he’s mean. and oh, has he been mean.

he supposes he’s always been a bit harsh on you. but it’s been particularly apparent as of late, given he’s been sneaking into your room while you were asleep just to finger your needy pussy. for research. he’s taken his time mapping out the spots that make your brows twitch and your thighs press together around his wrist. he knows exactly how much pressure you like, the angle to crook his fingers when he wants you to tremble, the moment to pull away so your pussy’s fluttering around nothing, barely teetering on the edge. and he uses it to his advantage.

“you need me?” suguru laughs, echoing your babbles. “need your big brother to help you cum? hm? is that right?”

he finds humor in the way you clench around him. revels in the fact that you’re just as fucked.

“that’s right. my pretty little sister needs me to fuck her properly.”

his hands hook under your knees for leverage, lifting your legs from the arms of his chair. spreading you wide so the followers below can watch.

their eyes are piercing. you can feel them watching suguru pull out to his tip, the whole room holding its breath so the sound your pussy makes echoes when he pushes back in. they’re getting off on you—your pussy, your expression, your bottom lip rolled beneath your teeth. your pretty tits. perky nipples begging to be rolled beneath someone’s tongue.

you shut your eyes with a whimper, looking away. “suguru...”

“don’t worry, baby,” he coos, leaning over to kiss your shoulder. “suguru’s got you. you’ve got me... no one except me.”

you can’t deny that. he’s easily agitated by those he deems as beneath him, and you can’t afford to offend. you’d have nowhere to go. no friends. no family.

he neglects to mention that it’s his fault, partly because he believes he’s done the right thing. your friends were so easily bribed. or blackmailed. your parents, so easily killed. they all deserved it.

"huh." he huffed. both you and suguru looked up at him, trying to downplay the fact both of you were flushed at the cheeks. "hm?" you both hummed, tilting your heads and looking at each other then back to satoru.

"like what you see?" he teased, flexing his bicep as he giggled.

you could have sworn you were actually drooling at the sight of that.

suguru cleared his throat.

"thats unprofessional, satoru." he murmured, rolling his eyes mockingly.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." he snorted.

"meh." you giggled, eyes scanning over his damp hair, lower to his abs then his eyes.

"oh?" satoru raised an eyebrow, hand on the back of his neck.

satoru shifted closer, standing at the edge of the bed with his arms crossed.

"use your words princess, what's meh supposed to mean?"

"i dunno." you shrugged, grinning as you lay your phone on your stomach.

"arent you cocky today, isnt she cocky today suguru?" a sly curve on his lips that flashed his teeth on his face, looking over at his bestfriend who had his arms crossed.

"hm, id say so." he nodded, a smirk on his face.

"what should we do about that, suguru?"

"i dont know, satoru."

satoru inched closer until he was standing next to you, towering over the bed.

"i have an idea.'' he smirked, voice slick with that sly tone of his.

before you could come to realisation of what was happening, satoru was leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. soft at first, but when he could feel you start to lean into the kiss he pulled away.

"ah ah ah" he tutted, shaking his head. "girls who act like that dont deserve nice things. not unless they're punished first. right suguru?" he looked over at suguru who was watching the two of you with a smirk on his face clearly enjoying the show.

"damn right." suguru nodded.

"and i think.." satoru hummed, his finger trailing along your jaw "she needs to learn her lesson first."

your cheeks were painted with a deep pinkish reddish colour and your chest was sinking and rising with your lips slightly parted. you watched as satoru crawled onto the bed, leaning over you as his hand gripped the headboard.

"first, you come over here in that small top..." he hummed, sliding off the straps of your tanktop and pulling it over your head "and those...small small shorts..." he continued, hands trailing down your waist as he unbuttoned your jean shorts and slid them down your thighs gently "then you act all bratty." he spoke lowly. dangerously. "thinking me and suguru would let it slide?"

"pathetic." suguru hissed, shaking his head.

"right?" satoru nodded, his teeth nipping at the bare skin on your neck.

you winced, flinching at the feeling of his teeth sinking into the sensitive spot of your neck.

you could feel sugurus weight shifting on the bed, crawling over to you and trailing his tongue from your jaw to your neck as he sunk his teeth into the skin next to satoru.

you gasped, eyes fluttering shut.

they both continued to nip at your skin, leaving dark marks trailing from your neck to your chest, working on your skin like artists carving their most delicate piece. The spots throbbed slightly as they moved on to different patches of their canvas, your skin.

You felt suguru lift his head, shifting on to his back. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He held you tightly, leaving you no room to even writhe or wriggle.

'Hold her still, suguru" satoru grinned, almost giggling at the sight of you being held captive in sugurus large muscular arms.

Satoru lowered himself. Lower. Lower until his nostrils flared due to the sheer scent of you. Underwear practically drenched.

"you filthy little brat." he sucked his teeth, pulling the fabric aside to assess your slick cunt.

"dont tell me-"

"dripping."

suguru scoffed, shaking his head.

Your cheeks burned with humiliation, face bright red as your best friends teased you for being so greedily wet.

satoru took two fingers and traced your slit, bringing them to his nose to drink in your scent. a grunt -almost growl- sound escaping his throat.

he gripped your thighs tightly, parting them with that insane strength and keeping them parted to stop you from daring to pull them closed and hide which you so desperately wanted to to from sheer embarrassment.

he brought his head forward, his long tongue delving into your cunt. he wasnt gentle. he didnt hold back.

he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking and nibbling.

your moans filled the silence. each one powering satoru more and more.

suguru kept you captive in his strong hold, watching as satoru ate you out. it wasnt long before you felt his thick hard on digging into your back.

your soft cries along with the sinful sight? what other reaction was he to have.

"dont w'rry sugu' you'll get y'ur turn." satoru snickered, eyes on the both of you as he was devouring your pussy.

suguru wore smug look on his face in return.

"s-satoru i-"

"ah ah ah. what did i say a few minutes ago? 'girls who act like that dont deserve nice things.' right?" he shook his head.

you mewled in response, eyebrows furrowed together and desperation boiling in your veins.

"please- m'sorry" you pleaded.

"attag'rl, keep begging and i might just let you make a mess. if only you were as sweet as you tasted`'

he kept sucking, nibbling only this time he slipped a finger inside of you and in response, you cried out.

you were drawn to your absolute limit.

"s-satoru pleeeeeeease!" you whined.

"just a lil' more baby." he taunted.

"c-cant take it anymore satoru please let me cum."

"c'mon then baby. make a mess all over my face." he grinned, fingers jamming in and out of you much quicker now.

you immediately came at his allowance, cum dripping from your cunt and straight on to his greedy tongue.

he lapped all your slick up, swallowing it down.

"y're not done yet.''

he pulled back and swapped places with suguru. now it was satorus strong hold around you.

suguru sprung his cock free from the restraints of his clothing, pre dripping from his silky tip, down to his veiny shaft.

"gna' use her all up arent you sugu?''

''fuck you know it."

before you knew it, suguru was aligning his hips with your cunt. gently pushing himself inside of you inch by inch.

you whined and moaned as his thick cock stretched you apart.

suguru's pace quickened, thrusting in and out as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room along with your mewls and his breathy grunts.

his pace kept quickening, thrusts harder to the point you couldnt even form a thought. he was so so big.

just as you thought things couldnt get more intense, one of satorus hands slipped down and began circling your red puffy clit, still sensitive from his earlier antics while the other hand kneaded your tits.

the smell of his freshly washed hair raided your nose, head falling back against his chest as you continued making insensate noises.

"look at her, sugu. fucking senseless." satoru laughed.

suguru thrusted harder, amused at the way your face twisted with pleasure.

"satoru you ought to be a little nicer." he huffed.

"me? tell that to her."

satoru kept rubbing circles that caused your legs to twitch, hips bucking and back arched against him.

"mmm 's too much." you cooed.

"brats get punished. thats j's how it goes princess." satoru shrugged.

"m' gonna cum sugu'' you whined.

"go on then baby." he hummed softly, such contrast to how he was fucking you brainless.

he waited for you to cum first, your slick coating his thick cock. He followed after, burying his seed deep inside of you.

suguru stayed like that for a moment before pulling out of you and collapsing into the bed next to satoru.

you lay sprawled across satorus chest, coming down from your high. "hope you learned your lesson, princess." satoru hummed, grinning ear to ear at how you clung to him with your eyes half lidded from tiredness.

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Still, time-out on is own, he could tolerate. The fact that his punishment meant Suguru was withholding food until the next morning was less easily dealt with. He was an apex predator. He needed raw meat, a lot of it, and as often as he could shovel it into his mouth. More damningly, he was a spoiled housecat. Skipping a meal wasn’t an inconvenience — it was torture. By that evening, he was grumbling. By sunset, he was sharpening his claws on the aluminum bars. By midnight, he was curled into a ball, snarling at every shadow that flickered across the empty room and whipping his tail against the floor. Not that it mattered. He could growl and scream all night if he wanted to. Suguru was too stubborn to fall for something like that. He couldn’t be coming to check on Satoru until tomorrow morn—

His rounded ears perked up as the bedroom door opened, soft footsteps scampering through the hallway and into the kitchen. He heard the plastic clacking of someone rummaging through the fridge, the metallic chafe of a knife cutting on marble. Eventually, your feet came into view, dragging anxiously. There was something wet and red in your left hand.

You crouched in front of his crate and held out your offering — a slice of raw meat about the size of your palm, the edges ragged where someone had hacked it away from a larger chunk. Glaring at you, he snatched the cut away and sank his fangs in. You watched him eat in silence, those big empty eyes of yours glossy with curiosity. When he was done, you asked, “What is it?”

“Dog,” he snarled. It was an obvious lie, not even really a clever one. Boar or rabbit would’ve been more realistic. Satoru couldn’t tell. He’d never had an overly discerning palate. Preference was counterintuitive to survival. Hunger was hunger. Meat was meat.

He expected you to flinch back. Bare your teeth at him, even. Instead, you just blinked and continued you stare blankly.

Satoru’s frown deepened. “You do know you’re a dog, right?”

“Mhm.”

“A common breed, at that. Easily replaceable.”

“Yeah! I think you’ve mentioned that, before.”

Satoru groaned. Even you couldn’t be this stupid. “It’s like you want to end up on somebody’s plate.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind. Not if it’s yours.” Your ugly tail was starting to wag. “As long as I’m helping.”

“You really don’t know what that word means, do you?”

Even in the dark, that idiotic smile of yours was brighter than the sun. “Of course. It means I’m helping you.”

If Satoru hadn’t been such a well-behaved, beautiful, noble creature, he would’ve reached through the bars of his crate to throttle you.

“Go back to bed, puppy.”

“Okay!” Your blunt claws scratched against the floor as you scrambled to your feet. You started towards the bedroom, but paused, glancing over your shoulder and letting your tail droop. “But, you’ll be alone.”

And it would still be better than spending another minute with you. “I’ll be fine.”

You pouted. He curled up and clenched his eyes shut as you scampered off toward the bedroom, only to circle back a few seconds later, rest something against his crate, and retreat without another word. He only dared to check once he knew you were gone, not wanting to deal with your stupidity first-hand again so soon.

You’d left him one of your stuffed animals. Suguru had bought you a legion of them when he first brought you home, and the handful Satoru hadn’t desecrated beyond repair were now your most prized possessions. You’d left him one of your favorites — a little white cat, all neatly combed fur and gigantic blue eyes.

Something turned over in Satoru’s stomach. Carefully, with gentle hands, he pulled the stuffed into his crate, dragged a nail down the length of its stomach, and spent the rest of the night tearing it to shreds.

~

You’d been a nuisance before. After that night, you became unbearable.

No matter how hard he tried to pretend that you simply didn’t exist, he couldn’t seem to stop noticing you. The way your body curled into the smallest possible ball as you napped in the backyard on sunny days. How your tail would beat against the floor whenever someone spoke after a long silence. The tasks you left half-finished because, no matter what you were doing or how much time it had taken, you’d forget about it entirely if he or Suguru called your name at any point. It was frustrating. Worse — it was smothering. He’d always thought of you as annoying, but ignorable, on par with a tacky rug or broken lamp. Now, you were more like a housefly. Always flitting about in his peripheral but never close enough to swat.

And you were gloating, too. Inescapably. All the time. Grinning like an idiot and stepping on his heels as you asked if there was anything you could help with, anything he needed. You even started sleeping on the foot of Suguru’s bed, which was obviously Satoru’s spot. He had his own room and hammock, sure, and he wouldn’t be caught dead putting himself below a human, but still. You should’ve known. You should’ve stayed away.

Or, at least, pretended to be sorry when he slipped into Suguru’s bedroom in the early hours of the morning and caught you red-handed. You weren’t smart enough to grovel, though. You weren’t even smart enough to wake up. It took long, groggy seconds before your nose began to twitch, your eyes flashing open a second later. You tensed then, recognizing the shape looming over you, relaxed. After wasting more of his time to yawn and stretch, you smiled up at him.

“Do you need help with something, ‘toru?”

You made no effort to keep your voice down. His gaze shifted to Suguru — still sound asleep on the other side of the mattress. He’s been away for longer than usual, that day, and he’d come back with bruises over his knuckles and bandages on his chest. Something about an escapee at the research facility — Satoru wasn’t sure. But he’d seen Suguru come home like that before. He wouldn’t budge up until sunrise, if even then. No amount of noise could possibly wake him up.

But you didn’t know that.

Satoru nodded. “We have to be quiet, though. Really quiet.”

He’d never seen your brainless eyes so wide. “I can do that.”

“You have to promise, puppy.”

You rolled onto your chest, clambering toward the side of the bed. “I—” Already too pitchy, already too loud. Satoru cringed, and you fell into a harsh whisper. “I promise.”

And yet, you yelped as he grabbed your waist. It would be pointless to try and explain what he wanted when the only words that made it through your thick canine skull were ‘sit’, ‘stay’, and ‘roll over’. It was easier just to pull and jerk you into position — your lower body hanging off the edge of the mattress while your hands grabbed at Suguru’s sheets. For a predator species, you had terrible reflexes. It took you long, clumsy seconds for you to get your feet on the ground and even longer before you thought to look at him, more confused than alarmed. Again, Satoru opted not to waste his breath. You’d get it soon enough.

Or you wouldn’t. Satoru could’ve purred at the thought alone.

You didn’t wear much to bed. One of Suguru’s t-shirts, but nothing else, nothing close to the silk sets Satoru needed to keep his fur unmatted. The flimsy material rose up as you squirmed, leaving your ass and cunt exposed. You made no attempt to cover yourself. Whether your last owner had been less strict about human modesty practices or you were just genuinely that oblivious, Satoru couldn’t tell. By way of punishment, he dug his fangs into the curve of your ass, his ears perking up to better catch the pitchy bark you only halfway choked down in response. Your hands darted to your face, covering your mouth. Good. You were finally catching on.

He edged your thighs apart with his shoulders, settling between your legs. Admittedly, he didn’t have much experience with other hybrids save for the videos he caught Suguru watching every now and then, but he was a smart cat, and the details weren’t that hard to figure out. You were already wet — your cunt slick and glistening in the bedroom’s dim light. Experimentally, Satoru ran his tongue over the length of your cunt, his rough bristles catching on the sensitive skin. You let out another strangled noise, something between a groan and a whimper, before whining. “Wait, I— That feels—”

“Quiet,” he hissed, the command forced out between pointed fangs. “Or are you just too stupid to keep your mouth shut?”

He felt you stiffen above him, then shift. When you spoke, your voice was muted, barely above a whisper. If he hadn’t known better, he might’ve thought you sounded a little upset. “Right, ‘toru. I’m sorry.”

Satisfaction coursed through him, as warm as sunlight on concrete. Maybe you were good for something, after all.

He couldn’t afford to waste more time on your impromptu training. He settled back into place, shutting his eyes and letting instinct take over. The flat of his tongue fit perfectly over your pussy, never leaving more than an inch of you exposed at a time. You wriggled, and when that didn’t help, buried your face in a pile of bedsheets and moaned. Suguru never so much as stirred.

He couldn’t get to enough of you, like this. Curling his hands around your thighs, he dragged you back, creating more room between you and the edge of the mattress — room that he was quick to fill. You were starting to drip, now, and Satoru lapped up your arousal before a drop could go to waste. You tasted sweet. Not saccharine or sugary, but sweet. Like fresh cream or raw honey. Like uncooked meat.

Hungrily, he pushed deeper, letting the curled tip of his tongue slip inside of you. Your body twitched underneath him, but that didn’t matter, you weren’t strong enough for it to matter. Holding you down was child’s play, but as always, you failed to acknowledge the prowess of your betters. Your smaller body continued to buck and writhe while he curled and flexed his tongue inside of you, his broadened feline nose grinding against your clit all the while. You were getting loud again, but for whatever reason, he found it hard to be annoyed by your little pained noises. Probably because it was the closest thing to an intelligent sound you would ever make.

It happened too quickly to savor. Your thighs shuddered around his head, your cunt clenching around him, and then, you were cumming on his tongue. It was humiliating and hot and twitchy, and he drank it down without stopping to think. When the aftershocks waned, you slumped into the bed, exhausted when all you’d done was lie there and take what he was kind enough to give you. He should’ve expected as much, really. You’d always been an ungrateful mutt.

Wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, he pushed himself to his feet. You raised your head, tracking him as he silently padded across the room. The last thing he saw before he closed the door was your wide, glassy eyes, unblinking and unfalteringly trained on him.

~

You didn’t leave the bedroom the next day, or the day after that. Satoru lounged outside your door as Suguru came and went, looking paler and more strung-out than usual, toting medication or blankets or water bottles by the armfuls. The door was kept shut, but even from the corridor, he could smell you. Not that dirty, muggy, wet-dog smell no amount of Suguru’s expensive hair products could wash away, but the other one. Raw meat, sweet and fresh and bloody.

On the third day of your quarantine, Suguru had to go out. “Work emergency,” he explained, as he pulled on his shoes. A plain folder was tucked under his arm, and he’d been scowling for the past fifteen minutes. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

Satoru watched from the other side of the corridor. His tail thrashed to either side, sweeping over the floor. “And the dog?”

“(Y/n)?” Suguru grimaced. “I’ll handle it when I get back.”

He grinned, closing the distance between them. He crouched, balancing on the balls of his feet and resting his cheek against Suguru’s inner thigh. “I can help.”

A calloused hand landed on top of his head. Satoru began to lean into it, but fingertips quickly knotted themselves in his hair and dragged him away by force. “I’ll handle it when I get back,” he repeated, his voice as dense and as heavy as lead. “Behave yourself.”

Satoru huffed, rolling his eyes. Suguru left without another word and for once, Satoru wasn’t sad to see him go.

The bedroom door was locked. Amateur mistake. Closed doors only made cats more curious. Satoru used one of his claws to unhook the fastener and let himself in. Your scent had been strong, at a distance. Inside, it was suffocating. The air seemed thick with it, as hot and as humid as the flesh of a fresh kill. Satoru closed his eyes, breathing it in. Maybe, if you were always so appealing, he could forget how much he hated you.

You were a wreck. Curled up on the center of the bed, your knees pulled up against your chest and your tail tucked between your legs. You’d piled sheets and blankets around yourself, walling yourself in to a miserable little den. You were still wearing Suguru’s shirt, but just barely, the thin material bunched up above the curve of your chest. There was something inside of you, too — bright pink and bulbed where it pressed against your cunt. A toy, molded in the shape of a knotted cock.

Immediately, Satoru’s smile fell away. As if you needed something like that when you had him.

You barely acknowledged him. There was a slight lift of your head as he climbed onto the mattress, a low whimper as he trampled over your makeshift barriers, but that was all. You only looked at him once he was on top of you — his larger form bent over yours. Your face was flushed, your hair plastered down with sweat. You blinked lazily at him, your usual intensity dulled into something soft and liquid. Your entire body radiated warmth, so strong he could feel it from inches away.

You were in heat.

Perfect.

“Wake up, puppy.” You eyes were already open, but he slapped your cheek softly for good measure. “I need your help.”

“‘toru?” Airy and uncertain, as if you didn’t recognize him. As if anyone else would bother to check on you. “I can’t really— I’m in a lot of—”

“Then you’re useless.” You shrank that much smaller. Satoru took you by the shoulder, pawing you onto your back. “Fine. When Suguru comes home, I can tell him that you don’t want to do your job, anymore. That you’d rather just lie around and whine. That you’d rather be in the pound.”

“No!” You clenched your eyes shut, features scrunching. “Please, please don’t. I can— I’ll do anything you want. Just— Anything but that.”

His hand fell to your knee. “Spread your legs.”

Despite your begging, you were reluctant. “It hurts, ‘toru.”

“Do you want me to make it hurt more?”

Your ears flattened against your head. He could see the corner of your lips begin to curl back, the thinnest sliver of pointed teeth, but it was gone just as soon as it’d appeared. Obediently, you held still while he pried your thighs apart, pushing until your knees were flat against the bed. That ugly thing was still inside of you. He tore it out as quickly as he could, your hips chasing the toy despite your pained mewls. As if you needed it. As if it did anything for you that he couldn’t do better.

With it gone, your pussy clenched around nothing. You were dripping wet, literally. Slick coated the inside of your thighs, dampening the sheets underneath you. Satoru lapped as much as he could up before letting his mouth drift north — to your navel, then your neck. He could feel your pulse beating under your skin, as fast and as frantic as any prey animal. You were scared of him.

His cock twitched. He wasn’t going to last much longer, at this rate.

Pulling away, he forced himself to focus on your cunt. His cock was hard to the touch, the slanted head already beginning to leak. He wasted time he didn’t have lining himself up, giving you a chance to crane your neck and squeak, recoiling hastily. Satoru laughed.

“You’ve never mated with a cat, have you?”

A beat of hesitation, then a quick shake of your head. Of course not. He’d be surprised if you even knew the meaning of the word.

Most cat-hybrids had some kind of barb, larger species included. You wouldn’t have noticed them last time you saw his cock, too focused on choking him down to wonder what was pricking the inside of your mouth. They weren’t meant to cause pain. Most female cat-hybrids had a way to deal with the discomfort, but you weren’t a cat-hybrid.

And judging by the look on your face, you’d realized that too.

He pushed into you before you without warning, without giving you a chance to pull away. The sound you made was pitiful — so pitchy and so heartbreaking and so, so good. He pulled back just as harshly, pounding into you again, and again, and again, a pathetic little sound meeting every thrust. Your body writhed and twisted beneath his, more snared rabbit than cornered dog. He could feel your claws on his back, scratching away at his skin, make out the bulge of his cock through your lower stomach. He ground his hips into yours and you arched against him, your open mouth finding the side of his throat. It took long, clumsy seconds for your dull teeth to break his skin. If he hadn’t known better, he might’ve thought you were actually trying to hurt him.

It was a testament to Satoru’s feline superiority that he didn’t cum on the spot. Rather, he savored the feeling of your saliva dripping down his neck and fucked you that much harder, giving into the needy, instinctual part of himself that howled for something to claim, something to have. Because that’s what you were, weren’t you? Suguru had gotten you for him. You were in a comfortable bed instead of a concrete cell because of him. You were pampered and coddled and loved because he needed you. You were his. You were—

His conscious thoughts broke off into a euphorically empty void. His hands caught underneath your knees, shoving your legs up until they pressed into your chest. Your body folded perfectly underneath him, your mouth finally unlatching in favor of moaning, whining, screaming — every sound you were capable of making melding together in Satoru’s sensitive ears to form one prolonged declaration of gratitude. Your pussy clenched around him, and he buried himself that much deeper inside of you. Warmth flooded through him and filled you to bursting, the excess forming a white ring around the base of his cock. He couldn’t be mad. The only thing you’d ever done right was take what he had to give you.

When it was over, he didn’t move. He stayed here, prone on top of you, watching his cum leak out of your ungrateful body. When he could stand to look away, he found your wide eyes boring into him, glossy with tears and all-but vacant. Your heat had broken, leaving behind only raw hurt in its place.

Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you, puppy,” he laughed, licking a stripe up your cheek. For the first time, you grimaced, melting away from him. Not that it mattered.

It wasn’t as if he was ever going to let you go again.