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Gojo Satoru didnât believe in just one round during your birthday, no, he was a firm believer of making you have orgasms all day, sometimes not in the most appropriate places.
The day starts with his head in between your thighs, morning sun filtering through the curtains and casting a yellow glow over your boyfriendâs white hair. His long, slender fingers grip the skin of your thighs roughly as he dives into your sweet pussy, head rolling back as you moan and whimper above him.
The second time, itâs in the backseat of his car. You want to visit a garden centre on your birthday? Sure, as long as he can bounce you on his cock in a quiet area of the car park afterwards. Youâre far too cock drunk to notice or even care if the car is rocking violently each time he slams you down onto his deliciously thick length.
The third time, two of his fingers are splitting you open in your friendâs bathroom. You shouldâve known that Gojo would try this when you said your friends had invited you round for the afternoon with an open invitation for your boyfriend too.
âSatoru,â you begin breathlessly, legs involuntarily spreading wider. âSomeone could hear.â
He presses open mouthed kisses along your neck, nipping at your skin playfully. âThen let them. Let them see how well youâre being treated on your special day.â
You canât contain your moan as his fingers plunge deeper, reaching that sweet spot that made your legs shake. âYouâve already-mm-treated me twice.â
âNot enough for me, baby. I wonât let you sleep until Iâve given you at least six orgasms today.â
You barely register his words as your eyes roll back, familiar feeling building in your lower stomach as you thrust helplessly against his palm.
The fourth time happens on the couch, right after getting home and unable to even get a word out before Gojo is pushing you down, fingers already straying to your underwear. Somehow, you end up face down ass up, drooling over one of your favourite cushions as Satoru pounds into you again and again, causing the nastiest of moans to spill from your mouth.
The fifth and sixth orgasm happens during the same event, in a fancy restaurant. Apparently, Gojo had no awareness of his surroundings even in one of the most prestigious places possible. He apparently also thinks itâs funny to rub the sole of his shoe over your clothed pussy during dinner until you finish, hands gripping your cutlery in a desperate attempt to look composed. And then to top it all off, he fucks you again in his car, the passenger seat now, one hand firmly wrapped around your neck so you donât accidentally turn your head and notice how everyone can see the two of you this time.
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pt two of this fic
sukuna wakes up alone in the morning and is woken up by the sound of pots clanging and hushed chatter. he's on the couch but it's not yours. he doesn't remember the night much but he does remember being drunk and that girl kissing him. she looked an awful lot like you. so much so that when he pushed her away and rubbed the remnants of her gloss off her lips, he immediately headed for your apartment. he rubs his eyes in annoyance and looks up to find gojo bickering with geto about what to cook along with toji and choso sitting at the table passing a joint back and forth.
"can you idiots be any louder this damn early in the morning?" sukuna complains from where he laid on the couch. he's now come to realize that he crashed the night on gojo's couch. but he can only wonder how he got here; did you come with him?
"it's almost one, jackassâ about time you got up," gojo calls from the kitchen, putting the pots away and deciding to just order door dash.
"yeah, yeah," sukuna grumbles. "pass me my phone will ya? my head's killing me." he watches as gojo and geto look at each other, a look of worry plastered on their faces. the two exchange looks and communicate wordlessly and sukuna is just about tired of it. "earth to dumb and dumber? i said where's my cell, i gotta text yn."
"uh," gojo starts, "what do you want for breakfast?"
"satoru's paying!" geto adds on with a smile that is a little too wide to be genuine.
"what are you two morons talking about?" sukuna says, starting to get irritated.
"yeah, there's no need to sugar coat it," toji says. he picks up sukuna's phone from the countertop and holds it up before tossing it to where sukuna is still laying on the couch. "go ahead, man; see if u can even still text her."
sukuna catches the phone and mutters under his breath, "what the hell are you-" he stops short at the sight of you message.
it's over ryomen. ill have your stuff ready for you in the morning.
suddenly, he's wide awake and disregards how his friends mutter about him a couple of feet away. he scrambles to get his phone opened and onto your contact. he reads the message over and over again and just when he sends his own message, the text bubble goes green. he sends some more, asking you what you were talking about and what happened last night. all his messages go green. he tries to call you and is only met with an automated voice message telling him your number could not be reached. he damn near threw his phone right back at toji's face.
pretty baby
it's over ryomen. ill have your stuff ready for you in the morning.
ryomen s.
??
what r u talking about
tf???
yn answer your phone what is going on
"what's up with yn's phone?" sukuna asks. "she turn it off or something?"
"maybe just for you," choso mutters.
"the hell did you just say to me?"
"listen sukuna," geto starts, not wanting the situation to escalate. "even you have to admit, you had this coming-"
"had what coming?" sukuna interrupts, now getting up from the couch and standing at his full height. "what the fuck is going on?"
"don't play the idiot now," toji says, "you seriously gonna pretend like you don't understand where she's coming from?"
"why are you talking like you know more about her than i do?"
"oh pleaseâ you're not exactly a tough act to follow, sukuna."
sukuna walks up to toji, challenging him to say anything more. "and what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"it means you treat your 'girlfriend' like shit and everyone knows it." everyone's voices erupt as sukuna grabs the front of toji's shirt in a tight fist. gojo tries to step between them but sukuna only pushes him away with his free arm. "don't bother," toji says, still indifferent to the man in front of him, "he's just pissy because he knows im right. go ahead, punch me and prove me right. that you're just some asshole that yn was too good for."
sukuna clenched his jaw at toji's comment but ultimately lets go of his shirt with a rush shove. sukuna backs away as toji brushed away the wrinkles in his shirt. "now beat it, don't you have to pick up your shit from her place anyways?"
sukuna shows up at your place with a busted lip and a dark bruise on his cheekbone. despite the fact that you left his things outside in a box, he continues to knock on your door and ring your doorbell. this has been going on for ten minutes.
"yn!" he calls from the other side of the door. "i know you have a class at two so you're gonna have to come out eventually."
at this point, you were contemplating jumping out the window and running to class. you stand in front of the door and glance at the clock reading 1:40. you sigh and come up with a simple plan; open the door, ignore him, and head to class without a single thought of him on your mind. but the second you open the door, you are reminded just how huge your boyfriend is. or, you suppose, ex-boyfriend. the man is towering over you and practically blocking the entire doorway. with how close you were standing next to him now, you can see how bad his injuries really are. you push away your thoughts of concern and lock the door behind you before you try and sidestep away from sukuna. that is until he grabs your arm.
"hey don't ignore me." his grip on your arm is firm but once you pull away from him, he lets go as if you've burned him. as if he remembered his own strength. you hear him mumble something along the lines of an awkward apology before he meets your gaze again. "can we just talk? for a second, please."
"what's there to talk about? your shit's right here," you say as you kick the box at your feet, "and i don't know how much clearer i could be in my text."
"that's just it," sukuna says, his frustration growing with the second. "a text? are you fucking with me- that's how you planned on ending things with me?"
"and what exactly did you think you deserved?" you ask incredulously. "flowers? a big sign like im asking you to fucking prom?"
"i expected way more than a fucking text."
"and i expected more out of you when we got together. guess we're both disappointed." your words and tone are final, leaving no room for argument. you move to the side once more, remembering the class you were now running late for. sukuna once again blocks your way and the desperate look on his face irritates you more than it does make you feel guilty. "get out of my way, sukuna. there's nothing else to talk about here."
"listen to me, please. i knowâ i know i wasn't the best boyfriend-"
"i don't even think you acted like a proper boyfriend once-"
"but i know that i loved you. that i still love you, so please. let me fix this, i know im just an asshole and i know you deserve so much better than me but im begging you here, baby. just let me try one more time, i know i can be better for you."
now, sukuna has dropped to his knees in front of you. he takes your hands in his in a final act of desperation. for the first time in months, he is in front of you sober and you know that if you asked, he would rip out his own heart for you.
you narrow your eyes at the sight in front of you; even with him kneeling he is almost at your height. but nevertheless, you knew that you deserved better than this, better than him. so you take your hands out of his grasp and turn away. just before walking away completely, you turn to look at him over your shoulder. "you better be out of here when i get back, sukuna. this time, i mean it."
ok boom!! this is my protest against my writing slump LOL ill mayhaps make a part three of sukuna trying to win us back but im ngl.. if my bf was kissing other girls, i am NAWT taking his ass back ŕ´Śŕľŕ´Śŕ´ż( T á T ) divider creds to @/chrisssiren
The apartment was quiet except for the low, rhythmic and ragged sound of your own breathing.
Toji didn't look like a man who was currently holding your hips in a vice grip, pinning you to the mattress while he took his time. He looked completely unbothered. His hair was a bit messy, sticking to his forehead with a light sheen of sweat, but his eyes were entirely steady, fixed on your face with a lazy, satisfied smirk. He was pacing himself, deliberate and agonizingly slow, ignoring the way you were clutching at his broad shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin.
"Babeee, please," you whined, your voice thick and dazed. The friction was driving you out of your mind, a sweet, heavy ache building deep in your core. You arched your back, trying to force a quicker pace, but he just chuckled.
"Please what, princess?" he teased. He shifted just a fraction, hitting a spot that made your toes curl and a pathetic gasp slip past your lips. "You gotta speak up. I can't understand you when you're making noises like that."
"You're doing it on purpose," you cried out, your head rolling back against the pillows. Your skin was flushed, and your eyes were hooded, completely lost in the haze of what he was doing to you. "Stop playing. Faster. Just go faster."
"Nah. I like looking at you like this," he said, completely nonchalant. He leaned down, pressing a lazy kiss to the column of your neck, his stubble scraping against your skin just enough to make you shiver. "All needy and impatient. Suits you."
Then, without a single word of warning, he pulled completely out of you.
The sudden emptiness was like a physical shock. You let out a devastated whine, your hands instantly flying to his chest to push him back, but Toji was already moving. With effortless, he grabbed your waist, flipped you over, and settled himself flat on his back.
You were left stranded, sitting on his thighs, shivering from the cold air hitting your damp skin. The loss of his warmth made you desperate. Your head was spinning, your breath coming in short, uneven puffs as you stared down at him, completely overwhelmed.
Toji just linked his hands behind his head, flexing his broad chest, a wicked amused tilt to his lips. "Your turn," he said, his tone was casual, like he was asking you what you wanted for dinner. "Go ahead. Ride it."
"Toji, no, I'm tired," you whined, your voice cracking as you leaned forward, resting your forearms against his chest. You looked down at him with wide, tear-brimmed eyes, your lower lip trembling. "InâŚPut it back in. Please. I can't move."
"Sure you can princess," he murmured, his thumb reaching up to lazily stroke your bottom lip, dragging it down. "You want it, don't you? Look at you, you're practically shaking. Just take it."
You let out a frustrated, desperate sound, a mix of a sob and a groan. The ache between your thighs was unbearable, a loud, throbbing demand that completely overrode your exhaustion. You couldn't wait for him to change his mind. Guided by pure, unadulterated need, you shifted your weight, lifting yourself up just enough to reach down. Your fingers were trembling as you guided him to your opening, the wet, hot friction making you gasp before you even sat down.
Slowly, you pressed yourself down onto him, taking his cock back in all at once.
A heavy, low groan finally broke through Tojiâs nonchalant facade, his stomach muscles rippling under your knees as he took a sharp breath. Your eyes fluttered shut, a wave of intense relief washing over you as you finally felt full again. You sank completely onto his lap, resting your forehead against his collarbone for a second, just breathing him in.
"Fuck babe.., just like that," Toji muttered, his hands coming up to rest casually on your hips, not forcing you yet, just anchoring you. "Don't stop now. You were complaining so much, let's see it."
Driven by the sheer desperation to chase that peak, you started to move. At first, it was clumsy and slow, your muscles aching from the effort, but the sensation was too good to care. You lifted yourself and sank back down, finding a rhythm that made you cry out, your head tossing side to side.
Toji didn't move a muscle to help. He just lay there, a spectator to your undoing, watching you with an intense, burning gaze. He watched the way your hips rolled, the way your boobs bounced, and the sheer, unbridled pleasure written across your face. Every time you whined his name, his grip on your hips tightened just a fraction, but he let you keep the reins. For ten minutes straight, you set the pace, completely consumed by him, riding it as if your life depended on it. You were panting, sweat dripping down your spine, your thighs burning, but you couldn't stop. You were entirely under his spell, and the feeling of his cock inside you was just magical.
"Toji... Toji, I'm close, I'm gonnaâ" you gasped, your voice breaking as the tension reached a fever pitch.
Suddenly, the lazy spectator disappeared.
Tojiâs hands shot up from your hips, his large palms cupping your ass roughly, forcing your face down so you had to look him dead in the eye. His expression had completely hardened, the playful smirk gone, replaced by something hungry, and entirely dominant.
"Then letâs finish it," he growled.
Before you could even process the command, his right hand snapped down, delivering a sharp, stinging slap right across your bare ass. The crack of it echoed in the quiet room, the sudden spike of pain and heat sending a violent jolt straight to your core. You screamed, your internal muscles clenching around him so tightly he let out a choked hiss.
"Faster, princess. Move," he ordered, his voice dropping an octave as he slapped you again, harder this time, driving you into a frenzy.
The combination of the pain, the dirt-dirty friction, and the absolute authority in his voice broke whatever restraint you had left. You started moving frantically, your hips slamming down against his, completely wild and unhinged. Toji met you halfway now, he gripped your hips and arched his pelvis upward, driving himself deeper into you, his hand gripping your cheek so hard your lips parted, forcing you to take his deep, rough kisses while you rode him to the absolute brink.
Then the room blurred, your vision went wet at the edges, and with one final, stinging slap to your thigh and a rough upward thrust from him. You collapsed forward onto his chest, sobbing out his name as your body violently convulsed around him, entirely spent, while Toji buried his face in your neck, pulling you impossibly closer.
And right at that exact second, he came out.
You felt the sudden, thick heat of him bursting deep inside you, a heavy, pulsing torrent that felt incredibly warm against your sensitive walls. He filled you to the absolute brim, each thick pulse of his cum sending a fresh wave of aftershocks through your body. He kept thrusting up, short and intense, milking every last drop out of himself until he was panting heavily into the crook of your neck, his large frame trembling slightly against yours.
"Fuck," Toji breathed out, his voice was rough and low. He didn't pull out ; he just lay there, soaking, his hands rubbing slow, soothing circles into your lower back where the skin was still flushed from his slaps. "You really tried to drain me dry today, huh?"
You let out a weak, pathetic whine, too exhausted to even lift your head. "Shut up... you told me to go faster."
He shifted his hips just a fraction, a lazy, shallow tilt that made you whimpering as the friction caught you off guard. "And who was the one begging me to go faster a minute ago?"
"Mhhh," you whined, hiding your face deeper into his neck, your cheeks burning.
Slowly, the fog in your brain began to clear, replaced by a soft, heavy languor. He was still buried deep inside you, thick and yielding, the warmth of his cum slowly leaking out and pooling between your thighs where your skin met. It was a messy, intimate sensation that made you let out a soft, embarrassed whine, shifting your hips slightly to try and pull away.
"Uh-uh," Toji mumbled, his large hands sliding down to cup your ass, locking you firmly in place. He didn't sound tired; he just sounded incredibly pleased with himself. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Babe... it's messy," you mumbled into his skin, your voice incredibly small, dazed, and completely spent. "Let me up."
He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated right through your chest. "Stop acting like I don't see that pussy cumming every day of the week and besides I like being inside you. You're so tight, princess. Still squeezing me." he murmured, a low rumble vibrating through his chest against yours making you stay in place. He shifted slightly, the movement causing a bit of the warm fluid to slick between your thighs, making you twitch. "Youâve been a good girl today. You took every drop of it. Wet, till the end babe."
"Don't start." You complained, your voice muffled against his neck, a sleepy heat warming your cheeks at his dirty talk.
"What? I'm praising you," he chuckled, the familiar amusement returning to his tone.
He tilted your chin up, his eyes hooded but incredibly soft as he pulled you into a deep, slow kiss. It wasn't rushed or demanding like before; it was lazy, tasting of salt and heavy breathing, his tongue sliding against yours in a calm, comforting rhythm that finally made your heart rate start to slow down.
When he broke the kiss, he didn't move away. Instead, he slid his hands up your ribcage, lazily framing your breasts. He leaned his head down, pressing his face right into your chest.
"Thanks for the meal, princess," he mumbled, his voice muffled by your skin.
Before you could even process the words, he blew a loud, vibrating kiss right against the underside of your left breast.
The sudden sensation made you gasp and immediately burst into a breathless laugh, your whole body shaking. "Toji! Stop, that tickles!"
"Nope. Gotta show proper appreciation," he muttered against your skin, completely unbothered by your squirming. He moved over to the right one, his lips wrapped around your nipple. He sucked on it lazily, a slow, rhythmic pull that sent a direct, sweet ache straight back down. You let out a shaky gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as he used his tongue to swirl around the peak, kissing the soft, dark slope of your breast, that contrasted entirely with how rough he had just been, before planting a series of loud, smacking kisses all over them. "Very good. Five stars. Highly recommend."
"You are so stupid," you giggled, your hands weakly push at his dark hair, though you were smiling so wide your cheeks ached.
Toji finally chuckled, wrapping his arms fully around your waist."You're so good for me," he murmured against your skin, his voice was low as he switched again to your left breast, giving it the same slow, attention. It gave a tiny, deliberate twitch inside you, reminding you exactly who owned your body right now. "Fucking perfect." And he finally burying his face in the crook of your neck, content to just hold you there, pinned to his chest, while the sticky warmth of the aftermath settled between you.
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Synopsis. Name: Fushiguro Toji.
Age: (Do not ask unless you wish to be kicked).
Type: Bos taurusâin other wordsâŚa bull hybrid.
Other notes: This particularly proud bull hybrid is already matedâwith you! Is known to be a patient and attentive mate, despite his rough exterior. Although if Fushiguro Toji isnât available when you go into heat, you know who to askâŚyour sweet farmer Shiu.
Got enough milk for two?
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader x Shiu Kong
Content. MDNI, fem!cow hybrid!reader, bull hybrid!Toji, farmer!Shiu, farm AU, hybrid AU, somewhat Iove triangIes, heats, ruts, matĂŹng bonds, accidental heat-inducing, Toji turns that truck around, thrèesome, mmf, somewhat eiffeI tower, oraI (m + f), fĂŹngering, spĂŹtting, suffocating (he hopes to), chokĂŹng, tongue f, brief breathpIay, Tojiâs BIG, size differences, making it fit, pushing down on stomach, RULES, teasing, running from it, Tojiâs mean, Shiuâs rather nice, MANHANDLlNG, fuII neIsons, Tojiâs pĂŹercings, taking turns, impromptu bIindfolds, guessing games, punishments, p talking, p sIapping, DP, big stretches, cervĂŹx smooches, a bit fruity, Iactation, dĂšmbification, pĂšssydrunk Shiu, pheromones, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, KNOTS, implied marathons, implied brèeding, getting together, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. Â 14.8k
A/N. IâM BAAAAAAAAAAAACK and in honor of my 21st birthday thought 2 + 1 = 3. How about a 3soooome?? A continuation of this fic by me but can be read aIone, previous fic inspired by this tiktok by the gorgeous @/v4mpyrf4e <33
âYâknowâŚâ Tojiâs chuckle comes out sharpâit hits the back of your neck in a steaming pant. And he doesnât have to use entirely a lot of force to drag you backwards- just the simplest tug usinâ his headlock and youâre gasping down his length.Â
Just as you have been for hours now- for what feels like days.
The ground beneath you is dampened with sweat and spittle, those sun-cured hay cubes are a mess- your throat is run absolutely ragged. And yet Fushiguro Toji wasnât one to slow down - especially not during his ruts.Â
The bull hybrid leans inâand you can feel the smoothness of his septum dragging down the side of your face. Heâs wrapping his tail around your left thigh and hauling you to his hips. â-youâre never gonna find another mate like me, girl.â
And just as youâre opening your mouth to answer - to agree, to gasp, to sob - the doors of the barn house slam open.
And there stands your dear farmer, Shiu Kong.
Now, Shiu Kong must have known what he was walking into.
He must have-
Or at least one would thinkâhell, Shiu himself had assumed so and mentally prepared himself for about fifteen minutes outside the barn house before walking inside to tell the two of you to keep it down (those sensitive horse hybrids were complaining!) But he had never expected- fuck. This was all that damned Kusakabeâs fault.
Itâd been about two months since Fushiguro Toji was added to his farmyard roster. Ever since his supposed âbest friendâ had gone and dumped the proud bull hybrid on Shiuâs otherwise idyllic farm. It was meant to be temporary - just a few days watching over him until Kusakabe returned from a Hybrid Farms Convention in Tokyo. Meant to beâŚ
But he was bigger than the rest. Broader. Gruffer. With pierced ears and the sleekest black coat on his lower half.Â
So Toji had drawn gazes - one of which being from you, his most prized cow hybrid, specifically.
And Shiu couldnât have that.
Especially not given the fact that you were the sweetest, softest thingâŚoh, alright you were his favorite. A part of him almost expected that having a prime bull hybrid around so many unmated cow hybrids would be nothing but trouble. But he just didnât expect Toji to go after his favorite- anyone but you.
Thus heâd spared no expense keeping the two of you apart.Â
Yet in the end it hadnât mattered how many padlocks (twenty, at the last count) or planks that Shiu had fastened on Tojiâs separate enclosureâbecause a padlock is only as good as itâs locked. And only three days into Tojiâs stay, heâd forgotten to lock that damned thing before leaving the farm on an errand- was about halfway out of town by the time that heâd remembered.Â
And turned that truck around in the middle of the highway.
Of course, by the time that Shiu actually arrived at the farm and thrown those barn house doors open - much like he had done tonight - the two of you were already tangled up nâ mated. With you humming delightedly into Tojiâs neckâbite marks down every inch of it. The creamy scent of pheromones wafting out of the barn house and saturating the farmyard air.
And Toji himself hadnât spared you an ounce of mercy.
As teeth marks were indented all along your supple skin; especially âround each areola of yours which Toji pinched. Letting milk flood out of Shiuâs beloved cow hybrid. Looking straight at him.
Fuck.
Shiu remembers it as clear as day.
Did he mention that he was rock-fucking-hard then? He probably shouldnât have mentioned thatâŚ
Because it only makes him think about how hard he was right now, too.Â
He was staring at a vision that was quite similar: Toji was ramming into you like there was no tomorrow- so fast that heâs only seeing the blur of his angry cock and the smack-smack-smacking of skin-on-skin. Except this time you were on all fours.
So Shiu was given the perfect view of your pretty tail swishing from side-to-side. Only growing more agitated as Toji grows faster.
The farmer watches as Tojiâs hand wraps around your tail and drags you backwards- so disrespectful. A few more bite marks. A few more shakes of your pretty thighs - he gets the sense that youâd be collapsing onto the floor if Toji wasnât helping hold you up. And once again Shiuâs struck by just how pliable you are underneath the other man.
âCâmon now-â Toji grunts. âGiddy up. Almost there.â
Youâre shaking even harder. Your skin was glistening with sweat. Your eyes dazedly drift towards the other man - and he knows by that glint in your eyes- he knows it.Â
He knows that youâre about to cum.
And youâre throwing your head back with what he assumes to be a moan announcing your crescendoââShi- oh.â
Oh.
Were you about to�
Oh fucking-
And Shiu considers himself an intellectual man - he really does. Heâs usually quick with his quips and isnât the most inerudite of the rowdy bunch down at the bars; but thisâŚthis leaves his brain blue-screening and his mouth hanging stupidly open. Almost in a mirror of yours.
He can only stand and watch - cock throbbing in his denim overalls - as youâre tremblinâ all between Tojiâs harsh thrusts. The way he fucks you is rudeâas if the sound of the other manâs name on your lips almost spurs him on further.
He had to remind you who your mate was, after all.
Youâre growing limp once your wave of bliss is completely bated. And itâs with a deafening slurp! that Toji himself finishes.
Polishinâ off what Shiu assumes to be your sweetest inside with his long, clingy ropes of cum- so much so that heâs seeing a ring of white start to formulate around Tojiâs length. Lucky fucker. Shiuâs mouth goes dry as Toji pins your hips to the hay-littered ground and fucks and fucks his cum into you ruthlessly.
After a few prolonged minutes, he finally sets your waist free and lets your body droop onto the floor completely.
And between pants, Toji manages to whisper- âWhat the fuck?â Though his keen senses had already picked up on the fact that the farmer had intruded on your littleâŚrut session, itâs only now that Tojiâs finally turning.
The veins on his neck popping and prominent. Eyes greener than the brightest field - narrowed. It was as if he was finally seeing the farmer as more than simple amusement or some guy to poke âround with his horns sometimes - a challenge.
Was it just Shiu or were Tojiâs horns looking extra sharp tonight?Â
âAnd remember that.â Shiu speaks with courage that he did not haveâto hell with not biting the hand that feeds. Shiu mightâve been the farmer but he was less than a pigsty in Tojiâs eyes. Or so he felt. âNext time your pretty girl cums, sheâll be saying my name.â
Toji doesnât even pull out of you before he snipes- âNext time you say shit like that, theyâll carry you out in a wheelbarrow.â
You, pointedly, kept your mouth shut to avoid saying anything more inflammatory.
And you best believe that heâs stepping back from those barn house doors as soon as he could - what was that he said about considering himself an intellectual man? Heâs letting the doors slam behind him and waiting for a moment outside until he hears the two of you start it up againâthose horse hybrids and their beauty sleep be damned.
With that said, Shiu takes a deep breath and heads back to his farmhouse.
The time was 12:28AM and he spends the next hour rubbinâ his cock raw to the memory of you almost moaning his name.
.
.
.
ââŚWhat did you just say to me?â And something mustâve shown in Shiuâs tone, because his friend groans from the other end of the lineââoh, câmon man-â
And never in his life has he let out a louder sigh. Pointed, too.
Because here Shiu was carrying on his early morning duties - ensuring herd checks and watering some of the trees, just going into the barn house to do some milking - when he gets a phone callâand from who else? Kusakabe Atsuya himself.
Now, Shiu has long since gotten used to dreading Kusakabeâs phone calls. The manâs his best friend, but a phone call from him was never bound to end well - heâs the entire reason he has a massive bull hybrid mated with you in the first place. So needless to say it didnât start off on the right foot. But then the words left his mouthâ
â-Tokyo Hybrid Farm Convention-â
And Shiu almost ended the call then and there.Â
But Kusakabe mustâve had an inkling. Because he yelped out a few pleas- âWait wait wait wait- please, I promise youâre going to want to hear this.â
And Shiu had no choice but to groan and comply. At least hear the man out. âAlright, but you better be quick. The cow hybrids need to be milked before noon.â
âOh please- you and I both know that youâre just impatient to see your âpretty girlâ, yeah?â Kusakabe hurries before his best friend loses his patience. âAnywaysâhear me out- thereâs a Hybrid Farm Convention in Tokyo-â
âIâm not-â
âAnd this time itâs for the hybrids.â Kusakabe cuts him off. Then basks in Shiuâs stunned silence for a few seconds, âAnd I know I ended up dumping Toji on you for a few daysâŚand eventuallyâŚpermanently, but let me make it up to you by getting him a new hoof-trimming chute. And maybe while Iâm there I can even get him fitted for a new bull ring.â
Shiu rubs his chin in thoughtfulness. âI have been meaning to get him a larger oneâŚâ
âThen itâs settled.â Kusakabe says gleefully. âIâll get you the ring and take Toji off your hands for a day.â
âCanât it be a few days?â Shiu grumbles.
âNo way, man. Heâs all yours- consider me the babysitter.âÂ
âWhatever- better than nothing.âÂ
âSo Iâll pick him up in an hour or two, yeah?â Kusakabe affirms, and from the other end of the line Shiu can hear some shuffling. A truck door slamming. âIâll have him back to you around midnight.â
âTake your time.â
And with just a few more words shared, Shiuâs ending the call. He stands at the door to the barn house in a way far too reminiscent of the night beforeâand from here he can see you nuzzlinâ up to Toji for warmth as the early morning sunlight creeps into your hay-scattered abode. It really was a heartwarming sight, the two of you - if only Toji wasnât glaring at him as if he wanted to trample over him.
However, this time, Shiu was the one with the upper hand. âGuess what, hotshot?â He goads at the bull hybrid, and it works to make his olâ golden nose ring huff. âYouâre going to be going on a little field trip today.â
Toji scoffs and rests his chin on your head.
âOh no- Iâm afraid this oneâs going to be a bachelorâs trip.â The most wicked smile twitches at his lips. He watches Tojiâs brows furrow and his front legs start to kick at the ground as if about to charge. âYouâll be going to the Hybrid Farm Convention in Tokyo with your old pal Kusakabe, isnât that exciting?â
The look on Tojiâs face was âmost certainly notâ.
âThen we can replace that old-fashioned ring of yours with a new one. Make that ugly mug a little more handsome, hm?â
âMy ass is more handsome than you.â
âReal mature.â Shiu shakes his head as Toji flips him off and struts away outsideâhis midnight-black hair gleams under the morning sun, and the muscles of his upper half are almost Herculean. Shiu follows your gaze to the bull hybrid.Â
With a fond chuckle, the farmer then walks over to you and runs his fingers across your scalp. Reaching that one spot he knew you loved so much- scratching behind your hybrid ears. âI donât know how you put up with him, pretty girlie.â
âHeâs really not that bad once you get to know him.â Youâre softly nuzzling into him.
Shiu shudders as he thinks back to last night. âYeah, well I think I know him a little too- hey, are you feeling a little warm?â
âHmmm?â Absent-mindedly youâre humming.
âIâm serious, girl.â Shiuâs brows furrow- and heâs taking his hand off of your scalp to feel the temperature on your forehead. âI think youâre a little warm.â
Eyes closed, youâre only pushing against him- yearning for his touch. And Shiu tries not to think about that too hard. âI was just in the sun, Shiu.â
âYeah butâŚâ Now that he thinks about it- you were particularly touchy todayâalmost needy. And heâs sure he wasnât imagining the scent of soft sweet cream that lingered in the barn house today. Although that wouldnât make sense - cow hybrids were prone to one heat cycle a month, for about a week give or take.
And youâd just finished your cycle two weeks agoâŚShiu would know.
He hadnât gotten a wink of sleep those past few days. And as if that wasnât bad enough- immediately after your heat, Tojiâs rut had started up.Â
The farmer turns his head and looks at the little homemade calendar hung up at the end of the barn. It contained all the dates of the hybridsâ heats and ruts and when he might expect them nextâand not to brag, but it had a 97% accuracy rate. The 3% was when Toji wanted to piss him off and somehow manage to draw his rut out a little longer.
But according to that- you should be in the all-clear. He furrows his brows at the color-coded green zone. What can he say? Shiu Kong liked pretty things, okay?
Aforementioned Shiu Kong looks at you. âMaybeâŚhm, maybe itâs just a little fever, pretty girl. That brute mustâve worn you out.â Youâre shyly bumping your shoulder into him, and he runs his hand across your body. âNow then I need you to get some rest, okay? Go sleep and Iâll bring over your breakfast- oh.â Just then, his hand dips up to the swell of your chest where your tits were. âAnd Iâll milk you tomorrow depending on how youâre feeling, does that sound good?â
Almost dazedly, youâre nodding with a smile. âMmm sâgood, Shiu.â
A thrill zips down his spine - he ignores it. âG-good. Go on now.â And right before he himself leaves the barn house, Shiu says. âAnd do try to convince Toji that itâd be good for him to get a new ring. The fool doesnât realize the power he has in emptying Kusakabeâs pockets.â
Shiu gently closes the door to head back to his duties.
He flips Toji off behind his back.
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At 12:21PM on the dot (Kusakabe said heâd be here half an hour ago) his best friendâs truck is parked in his vast farmland. And Shiu helps Toji into a hybrid trailerâhe could have just gone in the passenger-side seat, but Shiu didnât trust Toji one bit to not just open the door and jump out. Perhaps even outrun that truck at the first instance of missing you.
Honestly, he might just do the same with the trailer tooâŚ
But Shiu doesnât tell Kusakabe this - instead heâs letting the man load his prized bull hybrid. And then clapping him on the shoulder, âAlright- heâs your problem now.â
âJust for today.â Kusakabe rolls his eyes. âA day longer and he might just drive the truck himself getting back to his mate.â
He whispers, ââŚI wouldnât count on him not to do that today, either.â
âWhat was that?â
âNothing.â Shiu amends. Looking at the huffing nâ puffing Toji inside the trailer, arms crossed. âJust that heâs a romantic.â
âThat he is.â Kusakabe tips his hat and waves himself off. âAlright- midnight, yeah?â
âLike I said- take your time.â He says, eagerly- perhaps a little too eagerly.
The other man gets into the truck and slams the door shut - the force causes that hunk of rusted metal to wobble and creak, like an old manâs laugh. Shiu gets the sense that the entire world seemed to be laughing at him at that momentâincluding his best friend. Was he really that obvious?Â
Shiu walks up to Kusakabeâs window and leans against it. âWhat the hell are you laughing at?â
âOh- nothing.â Kusakabe has the audacity to wipe off a mirthful tear. âJust that it reminds me of back then. Bet youâre really happy to have some alone time with your pretty girl, huh?â
âYou say that like itâs been ages since Tojiâs been here.â Shiu scoffs. âSheâs known me longer- probably still likes me better too. You know she only lets me-â
â-milk her.â Kusakabe interrupts. Amusement on his features at the familiar words, âYeah yeah. Youâve said it once before, man. Or maybe twice. Thrice. Fifteen times-â
âWhatever, man.â
Shiu kicks off the side of Kusakabeâs truck and gives it a customary slap on the bonnet.Â
âDrive safe. Even if you get stranded this time, Iâm not coming to pick you up.â
âWhat a friend.â Kusakabe starts pulling the truck ahead and calls out as he goes. âTake care of the pretty girl when her mateâs not around~â
âYou know I will.â
And as he watches the truck pull away with Toji inside the trailerâthe bull hybrid lets out a mournful sound. Itâs as Shiu feels a soft head rest against him that he realizes youâd joined him in the farewell; longingly watching your mate be hauled off.Â
âItâs just for the convention, pretty girl.â Shiu mutters to you. He reaches to scratch behind your hybrid ears but- the faint heat radiating off you makes him pause. âIsâŚit just me or has your fever gotten worse?â
âMmm, dunno.â You murmur thickly. You push deeper against his body and Shiuâs suddenly hit with a lingering scent of dairy and fresh flowers, presumably from last night.
âIf this gets any worse then we might have to pay a visit to Dr. ShokoâŚâ
Fervently, youâre shaking your head.Â
Although you liked the cool and composed otter hybrid, Dr. Shoko, actually visiting the doctor was another thing. And so Shiu let it slide - for now - as he advised you to stay out of the sunlight and get some more restâheâll bring some cool drinks over after heâs done tending to the horse hybridsâ hair.
Shiu watches as you totter off into the barn house once more.
Heâll have to keep a close eye on youâŚ
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3:18PM
The farmdog hybrids were particularly energetic today - Shiu spent just about two hours straight neglecting his tractor maintenance to throw frisbees with them. Ah, to hell with that old thing. Maybe next time heâll accompany Kusakabe to those Tokyo conventions and see if they have discounts on tractors.Â
Although he knows he shouldnât have been so careless - but you canât blame a farmer for letting loose! Especially not when - usually - whenever he did this sort of thingâitâd only end up with Fushiguro Toji trampling all over the frisbee for the sake of it.
Especially not when itâs exactly what got him to notice the state of you in the first place.
Shiu had thrown the frisbee too far. It had landed somewhere by the pond, and Shiu didnât want Ino getting his coat all muddied again- so he told the canine hybrid to stay put as he himself trudged through all the vegetation and too-soft earth. AhâŚremind him to unweed this mess sometime soon. Spike rushes stuck to his boots, and water lilies waded towards him as the farmer determinedly made his way to the frisbee.Â
Just bending down to get it when-
Letting out softlyââOh.â
When Shiu spots your curled-up self on the side of the pond bankâall cocooned amongst the lush vegetation like a little treasure just for him. He tries to shake that thought out of his mind.
You startle awake once he steps on a twig attempting to get nearer to the frisbee- âEasy there.â His deep tone soothes you. âEasy. Easy. Itâs just me.â Youâre following the voice and settling down once you recognize him. âWhatâre you doing here, pretty girl?âÂ
âJust resting.â You respond. Now that you were sure there wasnât any danger, youâre settling back down into your comfortable position. âThe water helps keep me cool, yâknow?â
âThat pesky feverâs still bothering you?â Shiu reaches down to measure the temperature on your forehead - and sure as day, heâs feeling the heat simmering. If he wasnât mistakenâit was just a tad hotter than what he remembered it to be when saying goodbye to Toji. âHmâŚit doesnât seem to be getting better on its own. How about a visit to Shokoâs?â
âShiuâŚâ You whine.
âNow now, missy.â He tuts. âI need you to be healthy- not only would Toji kill me otherwise, but I wouldnât forgive myself either.â
âIâm feeling fineâŚreally. Itâs just a little hot.â You insist. âTodayâs been really hot- I promise mâgonna feel better once the sun goes down.â
âHmmm. Alright.â Though Shiu still didnât seem all that convinced. âBut you wonât cool off with water just by looking at it.âÂ
âWhat do you-â
But those words are getting stuffed back into your throat once Shiu takes a little run-up and throws himself into the pond. Creating a resounding splash! and sending a wave of water into the airâlike translucent sun-glittered frogs that take a soaring leap and land on you.Â
Youâre yelping as the cool water lands on you- âShiuâ! You little-â
And then jumping in after him.
He throws his head back and lets out a deep, joyous laugh. And if he smelled the soft fragrance of honey suckle and fresh creamâŚthen he imagines some of the other cow hybrids are ready for milking again.
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6:21PM
Shiu wasnât celebratingâhonestly.
Even he wasnât that tactless.
Itâs just that it was a little quiet without Fushiguro Toji around to cause trouble with the other hybrids, or with any guests, or with ShiuâŚor with practically anyone that wasnât you. He wondered whether you realized the sheer extent of his special treatment. Which was why he decided to spoil the lot of you - especially you - today.
And for this Shiuâs apples were amongst the most famed in these parts - he hears they went for thousands of yen each in Tokyo. Lush and luxurious. Like biting into a piece of heavenâhe knew that the hybrids were particularly covetous of this rare luxury. And luckily for him, theyâd just been harvested today.Â
So why not give you lot a little treat?
Those stingy middle-men would be here to load up the apples tomorrow morning; so before that he herded his hybrids to the picturesque orchard. Where the apple trees embraced the groves from either side, the tops of their branches nearly winding into the sunset-painted clouds and pulled them back, and beneath them lay crates upon crates of apples like treasure pots at the ends of rainbows. Those apples seemed to gleam even brighter as the sun dipped beneath the horizon; gilded.Â
And Shiu kept his hands on his hips, a proud smile on his face, as he watched over the hybrids picking apples and digging through crates. All except forâŚ
âWhereâsâŚâ
Brows furrowed- Shiu turns around and spots you slumped against the wooden entrance to the orchard. Those towering pillars were intertwined with vines, and amongst them you looked like the prettiest rose.Â
âSomething wrong, my girl?â He walks towards you, handsome features pinched in concern. Immediately, Shiuâs hand goes up to feel your temperature once more. âFuck-â And almost as soon as it makes contact with your forehead, heâs pulling awayâ
âShiuâŚâ
âYouâre burning up- pretty girl, why didnât you tell me that itâd become this bad?â He hisses. And then heâs reaching down to gently clasp your hand. Those caramel-brown eyes of his are just so softâŚâCâmon- lets get you to Shokoâs before sheâs offââ
Yet oh-so-stubbornly youâre shaking your head. âPromise mâokay, Shiu.â
âBut-â
âItâs not a fever.â And the hairs on his body stand on end at those words. If not a fever, could this beâŚâI think it must be the heat or something- that and Toji did wear me out a little last night.â
His jaw clenches. âIâm sure. But I still think it would be good to go for a check-up.â
Youâre averting your gaze from his. âIâm alright. Trust me.â
And though Shiu was clearly displeased by this turn of eventsâhow could he ever say no to his favorite girl? It was almost embarrassing how easily heâs bending to your will- and letting out a sigh he attempts to make sound annoyed rather than fond. âOh, alrightâŚbut at least try one of the apples. Iâm sure theyâd be good for you.â
âOf course-â Then you take a step - and the faint dizziness thatâd accompanied your fever makes you nearly fall into Shiuâs chest. Thankfully the farmer catches you easily with his scarred palms darting to your waist, his broad arms wrapping around your body- and the tips of his fingers graze where your tail starts.
And both of your breaths hitch-
âHey boss- can we dig into the pears too or are those off limits?â Inoâs blissfully oblivious tone shatters whatever strange atmosphere had seemed to concentrate between you two.
And you both jump backwards as if electrocuted.
âThe uh- the what-â Shiu whirls around at the farm dog hybrid, âNot a chance. Donât even think about touching those.â
ââŚOops.â
âThose are ÂĽ5000 a pear-â He pinches his nosebridge and groans- as his most trusted dog hybrid scampers off with an armful of pears. As he does so, Inoâs dropping one on the grass that Shiuâs bending down to pick up. Wiping off the non-existent dust on his denim overall, Shiu pulls a pocket knife out and cuts a clean slice of pear in mere seconds.
Calm and controlled.
Somehow, just seeing how competent he was with it made something at the pit of your stomach- twinge.
Before you know it, Shiuâs holding the tempting slice out to you. âEat.â When you look at him in hesitation, he chuckles handsomely. âTheyâre about to raid the pears anyway, so you might as well eat.â
And so you do - he watches every minute expression of yours as you bite into it. That glimmer in your eyes. That smile.
FuckâŚ
Chomping on the luxurious fruit, youâre soon raising your nose into the air and sniffing.
Shiu raises a brow, âSomething wrong? Itâs not rotten, is it?â
You shake your head and continue sniffing. âNo, itâs justâŚâ Your ears twitch towards him- and he finds it so cute how they move almost all on their own. âSomething smells good.â
âThe pear?âÂ
âNo.â Shaking your head once moreâthe way you look at him then is justâŚdifferent. âLike apples. And caramel. And honeysuckle.â
Shiu scratches behind his neck. âWell, I donât know about the caramel- but we are in an apple orchard.â Gesturing at the sprawling land. âHelp yourself.â
You smile and rub yourself against him lightly, soon joining your friends.
This was proving to be quite the strange day- fuck, were you getting hotter?
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11:59PM
âI should have taken you to Shokoâs in the morningââ
This is all Shiuâs fault.
This is all Shiuâs fault.
But to understand just how badly heâd messed up, one would have to rewind the clock to about two minutes and twenty seconds ago; itâd been a long day at the farm. Exhaustibly so. Even more so than usual, Shiu was dead-tiredâit was practically subconscious the way in which heâd scrubbed himself clean and slipped into his favorite pair of pajamas (the ones with the cows and barns on them).Â
And heâd just - just - sat himself down on the creaky sofa in front of the TV, to get in at least five minutes of his favorite cheesy soap operas before he zonked out before itâŚwhen the front door started rattling.
WaitâŚrattling?
Knocking.
Shiu sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he heaved himself to a stand- âYeah, yeah mâcomingâŚdonât break the damn door down.â Heâd at least expected Kusakabe to give him a call before he returned and started trying to leave him doorless- but ah.Â
Shiu was grumbling a few choice words underneath his breath as he swung the front door and screen open. Only to be met withâ
âPretty girl?â In split-seconds, every ounce of sleepiness leaves Shiu as he darts to hold your faintish body. Your head was drooped, and your breaths were coming out rapid. You were supported by only some of the other cow hybrids. Immediately his hand is flying to your waist, and heâs throwing one of your arms around his shoulders- before giving up on any inhibitions and pulling you into a proper princess carry.
A worried Ino and the others trailed after. âThe cow hybrids let me know that there was something wrong, boss. So I brought her here.â
âGood thinking. Thank you.â Shiu just barely has the thought to murmur. He hurries to sprawl you out across where you would be most comfortable: his bed. âWe need to contact Dr. Shoko immediately.â
âItâs not her time of heat yet, right?â Ino asks from the doorway. Behind him were some of the other members of the barn house looking in concern.
âNo.â Shiu shakes his head. He glances up and sees the commotion- âIt might be a fever, or maybe it was too hot out? I donât knowâfuck, I shouldâve just taken her in the morning when she first told me.â
âShould I get the truck ready now, boss?â
âSure. But I donât want to move her much right now- poor thing.â Shiu looks on sadly at the way youâre gripping his soft pillows and smushing them to your faceâbreathing them in. âIâll call Shoko and see if thereâs anything we can do from here-â Reaching over to his bedside cabinet and picking up the phone, âYou guys get some sleep, and Iâll let you know if anything happens.â
âYouâve got it.â Ino nods- and then heâs herding the rest of the barn outside.Â
In this little bubble of his bedroom, this little nook of the farm which smelled like fresh cream and honeysuckle, and had the air of sluggish mornings that made oneâs eyes droop; it was just you and Shiu and the ringing tone of Shokoâs clinic.
Ringing once.
Ringing twice.
It cuts and Shiuâs trying Shokoâs personal number this time. She picks up almost instantly- âHello?â
âIâm not going to ask about the integrity of your sleep schedule, but I need your help-â
âThatâs what Iâm here for.â
And as Shiu lists off your symptoms - the clamminess, the rapid heartbeat, the puffs of pheromones now filling up his bedroom, and more importantlyâŚthe wetness between your thighs (he wasnât a lecher- he promises, it just-so-happened that Dr. Shoko had asked him to double check as part of your symptoms) - he himself starts to get an understanding of your diagnosis. You were in heat. But-
âBut wasnât her heat just two weeks ago?â Thereâs a shuffling of papers on the other end of the line as Shiu realizes Shoko mustâve gone through your file at home. âAnd she isnât known for having any irregular heats.â
âCould this possibly be triggered by something external?â Shiu asks.
âIt is possible.â She answers. âHave there been any changes to her environment? Something that may trigger a stress response in her?â
âWell, just today I had Toji go out with my friend to a convention- could it possibly be the distance?â He suddenly feels a drop of guilt at possibly being connected to why you feel this way.
âHmm, I donât believe so. Mating bonds are of the nature to be most volatile in close distances, rather than when theyâre apart.â She hums thoughtfully. âYou said that her mate was away today, right? And this started just today? Have there been anyâŚother changes?â
Shiu raises a brow. âOther?â
And he canât see her, but he gets the feeling that had they been in her office- then Shoko would have her fingers crossed and a grave expression on her face. âYes. Has she been close with any other hybrid on the farm? Perhaps nuzzling up to them? Perhaps giving off her scent?â
The tips of Shiuâs fingers, clutching the phone, feel utterly numb. ââŚYes.â Him.
âWell then. I believe the matter is quite simple, Mr. Shiu.â Tell him. âIt is a strange phenomenon in which the hybrid seems to have two mates.â
ââŚâ He canât quite seem to close his mouth. âWhat?â
âPrecisely.â Shoko speaks as if merely commenting on the nice weather or a particularly good football goal.
âB-butââ Shiu clutches the phone and tries to keep his volume from rising so as not to awaken you - youâd fallen asleep wrapped in his sheets now. Nose stuffed into the fabrics coated with his natural musk. âI thought hybrids mated for life? With only one-â
âMost often, yes. But there are rare cases in which a hybrid might find themselves connected to two others, or even three. Sometimes these connections may be latent and only make themselves known when triggered by a heat or time apart from her original mate.â His jaw just keeps dropping. âAnd it seems that in your cow hybridâs case, in the absence of one mate she found her second mateâs connection activated. This is likely what caused her to go into heat.â
âSo itâs official-â He begs. âSheâs in heat now-â
âYes, and I suggest you just let her do what needs to be done with her second mate in order to get it out of her system, otherwise she may feel rejected.â
And it seems that the conversation was coming to a close- for there was a note of epiphany in her words. But before Shoko could end the call, he questions once more. âAnd about theâŚdouble mate thing- does that also mean that the second mate is mated to the original mate?â
Thereâs a pause.
âWell, I suppose thatâs up to you, Mr. Shiu.â
Wait how did sheâ
And then she ends the call.
Shiu holds numbly onto the phone for a few seconds - the silence felt deafening. Before a sudden stirring makes him dart his eyes over towards you.Â
Like an angel.
Your face was half-pushed into one of Shiuâs pillows - also patterned with cows and barns - and that blanket of his had twisted âround your body like a snake nowâclammy with your sweat. Your fingers were clawing at the old creaky mattress, and your knees were pushing higher, and between them were- oh.
Were another one of his pillows.
And fuck- heâs never felt more jealous of an inanimate object in his entire life.
You were reeling your hips backâthrusting them forwards again- grinding down on the pillow. Wetness was seeping between those pretty, shiverinâ legs of yours and staining the cover. From here he could see a dark splotch starting to stain the silken fabric - smelling like the sweetest honey scent.
And it makes his mouth water.
âBaby- babyâŚâ Shiu lovingly pats your leg, dawning you completely awake. He could see now that you were in the throes of your heat - but those eyes of yours were completely alert. âI need you to get comfortable, okay? This is gonna last about a week.â
âIâm in heat?â You blink. âDr. Shoko said youâre my mate, Shiu.â
âSo you heard that, huh?â He lightly chuckles. âJust know that we donât have to do anything that you donât want to. Heats donât necessarily affect humans-â
âThen whyâre you so hard?â Though that tone of yours was utterly innocent - the look in your eyes wasnât. You knew what you were doing to himâand youâre only hiking up the temperature between the two of you as youâre leaning in.Â
On wobbly arms, youâre pushing yourself up nâ leaning in so close-
Oh, how heâs dreamed of this exact scenario so many nights before. In this very bed. With his hand wrapped around his cock.
And Shiu knows heâs talking out of his ass - itâs the inhibitions taking over nowâŚâYouâve got me there- but what about Toji-â
âIsnât he your mate, too?â
And then your lips are on his.
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Fushiguro Toji feels a disturbance in the force.
He canât quite explain it- itâs nothing that heâs seen or even something that heâs felt. Nothing tangible to give reason to this madness. Itâs just that something wasâŚoff. Kusakabe notices the hybrid squirming in his seat - yes, it seems that he trusted the bull hybrid enough to let him ride shotgun - and turns on the radio.
Just Tojiâs luck, it was Scotty Doesnât Know by Lustra.
âTurn it off.â Toji scoffs and crosses his arms.
âWhy? Remind you of a certain someone~?â Kusakabe asks in-between singing at the top of his lungs.
âThe hell is that supposed to mean?â
And even though Toji is merely looking at the smaller man- he shrinks into his seat. Did he mention heâd sharpened his horns for today? Kusakabe whimper, âO-oh nothingâŚnothing, just that ah- the lyrics might be a little reminiscent of ah-â
And Toji was even more infuriated because of that nagging sensation- that strangeâŚfuck. âSpit it out.â
Kusakabe lets out a squeal and looks as though he utterly regretted letting the hybrid sit next to him. âJ-just the fact that Shiu mayormaynothaveacrushonyourmateââ Itâs out before Toji could even register it. âPleasedonâtkillme-â
âIf I kill you whoâs driving?â Toji had now unbuckled his seatbelt despite Kusakabeâs protests. Snooping around the truck and trying to trace that little- scent? âWhat is that infernal- fuck. And I already know that farmerâs got a thing for her - though Iâd pay for him to actually try. Would love to see his face as she rejects him.â
âReally? Because she was looking all cute and cuddly and a little feverish this morning.â
âWhat.â
And then it hits himâthat scent. Fresh cream and sunny days and honey-
You were in heat.
âFucker, step on it.â
Kusakabe whirls towards him. âWhat-â But before he can finish, Tojiâs grabbing onto the steering wheel and damn-near crashing them on the highway as he speeds ahead.
The radio trills: âI canât believe heâs so trustinâ.
While Iâm right behind you thrusting.â
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âMmmââ Shiuâs lips are hot and persistent- letting off the most sensual mwahs! as he continues the pattern down the side of your neck.
Listen, Shiu Kong might not be a hybrid like you, but if he kept his nose pressed against your sultry skin then he could almost feel itâthose pheromones.Â
It was wafting off your skin like an atmosphere that was entirely your own, a gravitational pull constantly tugging him closer; the sweetened scent of honey and freshly-whipped cream. It made him blush. It went straight down to his cock.
Fuck that- it was taking over him.
A guttural groan rips out of Shiuâs chest- he kisses a pathway down the middle of your body until heâs reaching your core. Once he does, he gives the hottest wettest kiss of all to your cuntââOh, baby. Lean back a bit fâme, yeah?â
And then heâs pressing an open palm on top of your stomach. Pressing you to recline on the bed.
âGood girl.â Shiu rumbles. Low. âNow squeeze those pretty legs around my head- yeah, just like that. Tighter.â
âTighter than that nâ youâll suffocate.â You gasp.
âWhat about it?â
Using his own strong arms - so fucking beefy from years of work at the farm - Shiu wraps your thighs around his sweaty head. His sharp, straight hair tickles your inner thighs; so much so that the farmer has to tell you to settle down. âEasy there- eeeeasy there, girlie. Iâll make you feel good during your heat.â
âIâm not a damn horse.â You huff.
âYeah, because youâre gonna be the one riding, huh?â
The gasp that flutters its way up to your throat doesnât get the chance to escape- because the question on Shiuâs tongue curls around your cunt. Heâs letting the squashy end of his tongue dip between your swollen pussylipsâgiving you a loooong lick where you were most tender. Those cushiony tastebuds of his were massaging you already- and the way heâs twisting his tongue so deliciously as he entersâ
âOh.â Youâre arching off the mattress, thighs plastering to the side of his face. And yet your pussyâs openinâ up for him so invitingly. âKeep going, ShiuâŚâ
âHad no plans of stopping soon.â Gurgling wetly between your legs.
His tongue was just so soft and smooth.
The way heâs adjusting it in and out makes your mouth just water. In and out. In and out. Shiu notices that every time he hooked his tongue around the outer rim of your entrance made your pheromones surge. Fuckâthat heat of yours was affecting him, too, and leaving him sippinâ on your pussy like an aphrodisiac.
Lavish lips plastering aaaaall over again and again- âMmmm, my pretty cow hybrid. No idea how I lasted this long without this.â Breathing through his nose - he didnât want to waste a single second of this. His usually-deep timbre shakes with pleading desire. âAnd what can this do?â
Youâre squealing once you feel thick fingers curl around your tail. âThatâs my tailâŚâ
âI already know that, pretty girl.â Shiu shakes his head fondly - as though youâd been the one to say something ridiculous. And in-between lapping away at your leaking pussy, he tugs softly on your tail in order to bring you closer. âBut what can it do-â
âWell she likes getting it pulled during doggy position.âÂ
Both of you would have recognized that voice amongst a thousand bull hybrids - ten thousand. That stature. That scent of freshly-cut grass and something deeperâŚsomething more alluring.
âAnd sometimes if you bite it she starts clenching like crazy.âÂ
Fuck.
Because neither of you had heard the door click open - except maybe in what felt like a distant dream. Something worlds away.
Youâre feeling a sense of dĂŠjĂ vu.Â
Shiuâs feeling cold sweat breaking out as he realizes that he hadnât actually locked the door. In fact.Â
Whoever had opened it must be gripping it so hard that its oak frame was starting to splinter-
Both of you experience a pang at the pit of your stomach- a draw. And Shiu gapes as he looks down at himselfâwhat the fuck was thatâŚ? Heâs looking up at Fushiguro Toji standing in the doorframe with the same shocked expression.
âThe hell do you think youâre doing with my girl?â Toji spits, scarred lips twisted.
âListen, man-â
âYouâre not going to make her cum eating her out like that.â
âIâŚwhat?â
Toji manages to make Shiu shut up. This must surely be a dream? And itâs just about enough time for the other man to cross the distance between the door and the bed - kicking it shut behind him - and make himself quite at home on the bed. The mattress creaks under the weight of the hybrid; and you yourself are letting out a soft moan.Â
He sits beside where you were sprawled-out, facing Shiu.
âYou seeâŚmy pretty girl here-â
Shiu mutters underneath this breath. âFuckinâ stealing my pet name too, now?â
But Toji has the courtesy to ignore it - for now. â-has a certain set of rules she needs to follow.âÂ
At this, the other manâs brows raise in interest. Satisfied at the attention; Toji himself traces his dominant right hand over your stomach, your hips, before lowering down to your cunt and holding those puffy pussylips of yours open. Pushing them apart. Pryinâ them apart.Â
Both men gulp at the way youâre clenching around nothing.
âSeeâŚshe might look all innocent and sweet- but sheâs a proper little slut.â The words almost make Shiu flinch - and the bull hybrid takes great care repeating them. âYourâŚpretty girl is a proper- little- slut. And I know that she likes being fucked like one.â
And before either of you can make a move - Tojiâs swiftly craning his head down and spitting a great glob of saliva on your cunt.
It trickles over your exterior and smears along your inner thighs- and Toji takes his sweet, sweet relish in swipinâ off some of that excess and popping it into his mouth. âSo?â Toji asks. âEat her out.â
EatâŚTojiâs own mate out? Like this?
âWhat?â Toji has the audacity to look shocked. âIâve seen the way youâve been eyeing her- donât act like you havenât been fantasizing it. Youâve wanted her even before I arrived at this damn farm.â
Shiuâs lips tremble- he almost wants to because hell, heâs been given the permission now. And yetâŚâIs this some sort of trick? Youâre not gonna use those horns on me afterward, are you?â
âNo, not at all.â The other man replies - almost too breezily. He raises his brows at Shiu expectantly. And stares deep into Shiuâs eyes as he says. âSo? The fuck are you waiting for-â
Those mere words make Shiuâs cock stand painfully erect.
However, thereâs a reason they claimed that Fushiguro Toji was a ruthless man.Â
Because humans always did move far too slowly for the bull hybridâs liking. And he wastes not a second more before pawinâ at the back of Shiuâs sweaty scalp - taking just a moment to bask in the utter shock upon his features - and shovingâ
Straight between your pretty, pretty thighs.
Which he honestly didnât have to do becauseâwell fuck, you didnât have to ask Shiu twice to eat you out. Shiu lets out a strangled grunt that turns into a moan.Â
And without further ado, heâs back latched onto your pussy- those handsome cheeks of his hollowing out as he sucks nâ sucks. And you donât know whether he was doing this for you or himself.Â
Shiu ate you out like he was going to die of thirst if he didnât.
âFuck-â He hisses. With every movement of his face, he nuzzles himself closer. âFuck fuck fuckâmore.â
Syrupy breath sticking against your pussylips.Â
And his tongue was even worse-
âMy pretty girl. More.â
Heâs slithering it aaaaaaaall along your outer cunt - lapping up every wad of slick you were gifting him - and then rubbing his textured tastebuds along your exterior when it just wasnât enough. Because your cunt was practically an aphrodisiac for him.
Itâs as if the heat was contagious.
Because the longer heâs spending between those gorgeous legs of yours - the more heâs blabbering like a damn fool. The murkier his eyes are growing. The harder and harder his hips are coming crashingâ! down on the rickety wooden frame of the bedâpathetically dry-humping it in time with the thrashes of his tongue. Slipping right between your velvety folds and yearninâ to taste the honey between.
That thick silkiness of his tongue was just dizzying.
He was cleaning up the mess that Tojiâd made earlierâtasting him, tasting you. Shiuâs face grows warm as he remembers.
That dextrous tip of his tongue delves between your pussylips - entering that cute hole - and is lapping up everything youâre giving him. âBabydoll, fuck my mouth even deeper.â Needing more. âEven deeper.â
âF-fuck- shit, shit shit.â Youâre trilling out. âYouâre practically nose-deep. How can you possibly go any deeper?â
With a needy whimper, youâre letting your hybrid tail swish towards him - and without further ado Shiu takes it and wraps his fist around it. Giving a gentle tug. Fuck.
And when he actually discovers that heâs able to manhandle you further onto his mouth with that tail of yours- nothingâs stopping Shiu from increasing his strength to give you a mean haul. âMmm- yes- oh, Shiu. It feels so good, Shiuâ!â
âBut not good enough, right?â Toji speaks over you, in a haughty tone.
Your hybrid ears twitch in confusion.
And before you know it, youâre feeling the sensation of Shiuâs slithering tongue disappear.Â
You whine out in disappointment. And you already know that that mate of yours must have something to do with it-
Sure as day; Toji has his fist gripping Shiuâs jet-black hair and reeling him back. The other man obviously had his face twisted into something ferocious, and the tension made the atmosphere pinch. But underneath thatâŚthere was an undercurrent of sweetnessâŚthe mottling of Tojiâs gleeful pheromones mixing with his lustful ones.
And Shiuâs, too.
And if you werenât mistaken- was that a faint blush on the tips of his ears?
It seems that Toji notices, too. âSee anything to blush about here?â Then his eyes dip down to you. âOhâŚright. Heh.â Leaning in oh-so-closely to the other man; Toji whispers in a gravelly tone into his ear. âBut if you stand around blushing and beinâ a wuss for too long, then just know that sheâs not gonna wait. Sheâs gonna dry up~â
He spits once more.
So disrespectful.
And then turns down to Shiu and warns. âDonât eat her out just yet. Rule number oneâŚâ Your heartbeat races as he speaks those familiar words - Fushiguro Toji never was one to care for rulesâŚunless it was in bed. âNo running.â
âIâd never run from this pussy.â Shiu frowns.
âNot you, nitwit.â Mercilessly, heâs planting a smack at the back of the farmerâs head. âHer. Donât let her run.â
Seemingly getting the green light to start up his sensual ministrations again- Shiu slowly starts lapping between your pussylips once more. Proddinâ his thickened tip into the deep orifice of your cunt. âB-but sheâs not-â
âLook.â Toji interrupts. Just as you were starting to buck and lift your hips off the sodden mattress. âLook at the way sheâs moving âround.â
âBut thatâs just-â
âBut this pretty cow hybrid is in heatâand you canât just leave her uncomfortable like this, can you?â Those dazed eyes of Shiu Kongâs open wider. He faintly nods. âSo arenât you the farmer?â
He nods again - looking as though he was about to faint.
âSo herd your damn cow hybrids- câmon- donât let her runââ Spurred on even further by his words, Shiuâs plunging back in-between your legs and usinâ his tongue for his life.
Opening his mouth wiiiiiide to make sure that heâs able to reach every nook and crannyâthe end of his tongue was just so dexterous and somehow managing to slip into spots you hadnât even known you had. âO-ohhhh, fuuuuck-â Moans just keep bubbling out of your lips. âIt feels so good, Shiu-â
And just when it looked as if you were about to buckâShiu grabs ahold of your hips- so hard that he leaves neat semi-crescent nail marks on your skin. Plopping you back down onto the bed.
Plopping you back down onto his face.
From then onwards, he doesnât let you move a single inch as heâs thrashinâ away his fat tongue inside your cunt. Stretching that pussy out to his textured tastebuds.Â
And Toji had been watching the entire display closelyâŚvery closely. With his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. âGood.â His head threatens to tip backwards as he gives a harsh tug on his thickened length. âAnd now rule number two: squeeze those gorgeous legs around your head. Doesnât matter if you suffocate.â
âThat- thatâs what I saidââ Shiu keens.
âThen whyâre you speaking?â
Goosebumps run down Shiuâs arched spine. âOhâŚâ
âA cunt like hers isnât to be taken for granted.â Toji tuts from above you, and you canât help but ogle the way his biceps bulge as he pushes down Shiuâs head. âDeeper.â Harder. âDeeper. Donât waste time talking. Donât waste time gawking like an idiot. In fact-â
His heated words make goosebumps scatter across your open thighs.
And you whimper-
â-donât even breathe.â
Theyâre both driving you absolutely madâ
Toji catches your left ear between his fingers- as itâs been swatting furiously away the more aroused you grew. So soft beneath his touch.
He uses it to urge your mouth down to where his lap was.
âRule number threeâŚlet her fuck back into you- but only if she reallyâŚreally deserves it.â
âMake the pretty girl work for it?â Shiu looks up.
Toji displays a priggish smirk. âNow youâre getting the hang of it.â
And you donât know what sort of expression Shiu might have on his handsome face right now - he was much tooâŚpreoccupied for that - but you can sense him nod. Short and sharp. As he keeps on lavishinâ your insides with his tongue; the farmer makes note of just how hard youâre clenching around him. âCâmon, pretty girlââ He pushes down your bucking hips. âClench a little harder âround my tongue, would ya?â
âO-oh, now youâre just mean.â
âItâs what you deserve.â Toji chuckles. âDonât think I canât smell your pheromones gettinâ even sweeter- youâre loving this.â
You have no counter accusation - it was, after all, painfully true. And then Toji caresses your sweaty scalp with his thick digitsâgrabbing ahold of the back of your neck. âNowâŚlets see if you can be a good girl for me, too.â
An acrid sort of sweetness floods your mouth - because in mere sultry moments Toji has his legs positioned so that theyâre practically straddling your face. On the mattress; heâs kneeling to the side of your head and letting his pursed, pinkened cocktip swab across your lips.
Heâs rock-hard.
Instantly your jawâs falling open to accommodate him.
And believe- that there was a lot to be accommodating. For Toji was so many countless inches, thick and decorated in a prominent network of veins across every inch of him. They zigzagged across each of his angles nâ ended up being the most prominent where your sweet spots wereâToji meant it when he said he was made for you.
He had a scruff of jet-black happy trail. He was an angry red at his tip. He was dripping precum.
It puckered out from the divot on top of his shaftâthen ended up smeeeeared down the insides of your soft mouth. âFuuuuckâŚâ Toji himself whispers as he eases in. The bedsprings purr as Shiu bucks against the bed harder.
And before you know it, heâs reaching upwards and biting down on your throbbing clit. âDonât forget about me, pretty girl. Youâre not getting off easy. Rule number three, remember?â
âIâoh.â Shiuâs putting his fingers in now - fingers. Two of them. Long and perfectly calloused from years of hard labor to now massage your tender insides.
Both men are manhandling you oh-so-perfectly: Shiu dragging you down by your tail- and Toji using both hands to maneuver your head down. Letting you take up numerous inches of him. Thick and throbbing.
That rounded end of his shaft hits the back of your throat and youâre immediately coughing-
âEasy there.â Toji lovingly croonsâŚâNot.â And you didnât expect mercy, did you? Soon enough both of them are running their bodies ragged trying to draw out the most reactions from youâToji fucking his cock into your suckling mouth, and Shiu hooking a finger not against the roof of your cunt to press on your nerve-filled spots- to make you clench. âCâmon- milk me. You can do better.â
âCâmon, little cow hybrid.â Shiu titters. His digits prove so effective in stretchinâ out your insides even more so than his tongueâand those tastebuds of his remain tickling your clit. âWonât you squeeze me a little harder?â
âShe canât answer.â Toji laughs. âGot her mouth a little full.â
âBull got her tongue.â
âMmmmâŚâ With that said, Tojiâs flooding your tastebuds with a thick lacquer of his precum. He increases his pace a little more.
âJust a little harder-â Meanwhilst, Shiu whispers to himself as he keeps probing your sweet, sweet insides. âJust a little- a littleââ And at precisely that moment; heâs hitting the bullseye. What else but the place marked X: your g-spot? âO-oh.âÂ
He damn near cums in his pants.
âJust like that.â Shiu continues. âFuck back into my fingers. I know you can, girlie.â
âAccomplished rule number three already?â Toji asks the other man. âYer nicer than me- I know that for sure.â
âWhat can I say? Sheâs my favorite.â
After a few more thrusts nâ bucks nâ smashes at your favorite spot - you donât think you can even formulate a coherent thought. Youâre being tugged back and forth by both menâand they arenât showing any signs of slowing down soon enough. âThe fourth and fifth rules are a little alikeâŚâ Toji rumbles from above you. âThe fourth, of course, is to get ready.â
âGet ready?â Shiu asks. Though by the way he feels the heat in the room - your pheromones - flare up, heâs sure youâre anticipating whatever it is.
âAnd the fifth is toâŚâ The end of that sentence teeters on the edge of Tojiâs tongue as he reels his hips back, back, back, baaaaack- â-take it all like a good girl.âÂ
And thatâs exactly what youâre doing.
Letting the entire length of Tojiâs cock fill your mouth from tip to base- his fleshy cockhead searches your insides like a flashlight. Itâs almost too pornographic the way youâre choking on his lengthâgagging, eyes watering.Â
To which of course, your beloved mate reaches down to pinch your nostrils closed. âNow nowâŚare you the one in heat or am I?â
âMmmpf- mmmââ You keen. Moans bubbling from the back of your throat but having no way out.
âOi- I think sheâs close.â Shiu breathes.
He could taste it in the sweet treacly syrup leaking out of you - his favorite. He could taste it in the way your cunt walls were pounding faster than ever. He could fucking smell it in those pheromones of yours that just seemed to flare to life-
âSâthat so?â Toji asks. âAnd that brings me to our sixth and final rule: if she wants something, then she can use her words to ask for it.â
âHardass.â Shiu scoffs.
But theyâre both increasing their pace. For competition or simply to drive you mad?
The sloppiest squelches and pops! fill the roomâand Shiu watches as your tail starts twitching agitatedly once the pleasure almost gets too much. Oh his pretty cow hybrid. Once youâre so close that you feel like you could burst- âToji, sheâs closeââ
âThen ask for it.â Toji keeps shovelling his cock deeper. Deeper. âFucking ask for it, doll.â
âToji-â
Slamming into your throat with a final thwack! His balls were damn near leaving an imprint on your chin. âYou can ask the farmer to help you with your heat- but you canât ask me to make you cumâŚ?â
âShe did.â
The tension in the room falters - but never bates - as Toji turns to look at the other man. âWhat?â
âShe did-â Shiu hastens to explain. âAsk to cum, that isâŚâ And as if to prove his pointâheâs plummeting a few more pushes with his fingers, scissoring them inside you so that those slurping suctioning noises are extra loud. â-right here.â
Toji waits for a beat.
Before he lets out a little snicker.
Before he lets out an entire laugh-
âMaybe youâre not so bad- for you, that is.â And then heâs boring his forest fire gaze down at you. âHear that? Yer damn lucky that youâre the farmerâs favoriteâhah, better thank him.â Tojiâs then tugging your ear to watch you squirm just a little.
He lets out a final few thrusts.
And waits until his cock was embedded deeeep into the back of your throat - and your nose was pressed against those tufts of black at his base. Until you were well and fully stuffed full of him.Â
âSo cum then, my pretty mate.â
And with a few more thorough slashes inside youâknockinâ Shiuâs burly fingers into your sweetest spots, slithering Tojiâs length down every crevice of your mouth, youâre crashing into your high.Â
Itâs quick and searing.
It takes over your body faster than you can register. Burning through every other thought and feeling - youâre letting out erotic moans around Tojiâs cock, and they keep getting louder as it keeps prolonging. Longer and longer. The more theyâre toyinâ with your throbbing, sopping cunt.Â
Those fervent peaks seem to get stronger - and within you feels practically white-hot in sensation. Pulling off of his bulbous tip. âSh-shiiiiiitââ Keening out. âIt feels so good- it feels so good-â
âYouâre welcome.â Toji says. Shovelling his pinkish tip back between those lips.
At the same time that Shiuâs panting. âAnything for you, pretty girl.â
âDonât fucking stop.â
Of course, as your mates theyâre practically bound to listen to your every syllable.
And you donât feel them rest - even take a breath - until your orgasm was well and almost completely disappeared from the horizon.
Tears of overstimulation were now springing to your eyes. Thighs twitching with the faintest splinters of sensitivity. âF-fuckâŚâ Tojiâs throbbing tip falls from your lips. It leaves a thin ribbon of slick connecting you to him still. Youâre blabbering. âFuck, Iâm getting sensitive now.â
âHmâŚShiu climb up.â Toji says.
Both you and Shiu share a glanceâand with something that looked like a half-shrug, Shiuâs attempting to heave himself up from the floor-
Only to be grabbed by Toji by the hand and yanked onto bed.
The farmerâs letting out a little yelp as heâs finding himself bounced onto the springy mattress - right on your other side. Sandwiched between the two buff, broad men- you donât think youâve ever felt your heart beat fasterâŚever smelled your pheromones so potentlyâŚ
âShiu, I need those off.â You huff. Batting those teary lashes of yours.
âOh.â His face twists into something like ecstacy - how many times has he fantasized about those very words leaving your mouth?
And, flustered, the farmer starts unbuckling his overall one-by-one-
âWeâre not trying to wait until her heatâs over.â Toji gruffs. And his veined forearm reaches across you - grasping onto the front of Shiuâs overall and giving it a good tug.
Those buckles are breaking free immediately.Â
The bull hybrid smiles to himself proudly. âThere.â
âI should have half the mind to return you to KusakabeâŚâ Shiu grumbles to himself, as he takes off the rest of his clothes. That sentence makes the faintest flicker of recognition light up in his brain - really, where was Kusakabe - but itâs evaporating soon enough once you start helping him take his boxers off.Â
âIâm warning you in advance, howeverâŚâ He starts.
âWhy?â
âYeah- are you hiding a 21-incher in there or something?â Toji scoffs.
âNo no- itâs not that. IâmâŚabove average- probably.â Shiu waves off, his burning blush creeping up onto his face again. âItâs just that I might have madeâŚa little mess when I was eating you out.â
Your brows furrow. âWhat do you mean by- oh.â
Oh, was right. Right indeed.
Because of course- Shiu was naturally an impressive size. About eight inches. With a much more tan tip than Tojiâs - and perhaps even thicker, too - and a girth that made your mouth water. He was smoother than Tojiâless veins âround his shaft except for a single prominent one that went around the left side. And he was curved ever-so-slightly upright, too.Â
But what really caught your attention wasâŚShiu had cum in his pants.
Just from eating you out.
âOhâŚâ Your eyes widen as you take in the dark splotch at the front of his boxers.Â
Thick ropey white cum had seeped into it- and Shiuâs hastily snatching those boxers out of your hands to throw them over his shoulder. His hands felt sticky. âBut thatâs neither here nor there-â
âOf course it is.â Toji says after a moment of contemplation. âIâm adding a seventh rule.âÂ
Yours and Shiuâs eyes pop open.Â
âShit.â
âShit-â
âWhat?â The bull hybrid looks at you both in mock innocence. âI was just going to say that the guest goes firstâŚâ
ItâsâŚunexpected. To say the least. But you werenât complaining - and by the way that Shiuâs reddened length perks up at the idea, you donât think he is either.
âUm, so how do IâŚâ
Toji angles himself towards you- âGet up a little, doll?â
You arch your hips off the bed; and Tojiâs taking the opportunity to sidle his own hips underneath them. Heâs manhandling you so that youâre simply sprawled-out on his chiselled frontâand oh, how your mouth waters at the sensation of his rippling pecs and abs. The way theyâre massaging you from behind at even the slightest movementsâwas that his v-line?Â
And did you mention that Toji just-so-happened to have the cutest ringed piercings through each nipple?
Theyâre pushing into you from behind once the hybrid hooks both hands underneath each of your legs. And heâs lifting them aaaaaaaall the way up until your knees hit your tits. Spreading you wide, wide open.
A full nelson.
ExceptâŚthis time, itâs Shiuâs whoâs going to be basking between your legs.Â
The aforementioned man takes a courageous gulp as he shuffles on his knees between your legs - and Tojiâs - to lovingly gaze at you. âFuuuuuck, my pretty girlâŚyou really are so gorgeous.â Shiu whispers- underneath his breath as though he didnât even mean for you to hear.
His darkened eyes sweep down your body like a caress. âThe way that pussyâs dripping so much- shit, sâlike a flood down there. Can you even feel yourself?â Youâre squirming at his lecherous words. âAnd those legs. Trembling. And the way youâre just throbbing- I can see it from here.â
Youâre gasping as he presses his hot length down on your cunt.Â
Sandwiched between each of your pussylips: Shiu doesnât think heâs ever seen a prettier sight. âYouâre just so dirty, girlie~â
You shudder.
And Shiu could have kept going- it absolutely killed him to tear his gaze off of you. It really did.
But Shiu could sense Toji starting to get impatient if the slightly souring tint in his pheromones was anything to go by- hey, look at thatâŚheâs reading pheromones now. Mentalling patting himself on the back; the farmer starts slide-slide-sliiiiiding his fattened-up cock between your precious folds. âEasy there, girl?â
âYeah yeah- weâre easy.â Rolling his eyes, youâre getting jostled as the hybrid underneath bucks. And at this point, youâre honestly wondering which one of you was more excited for his entranceâŚâJust get on with it.â
âUnlike you, Toji, I donât just- get on with it.â Shiu sounded offended at the mere suggestion.Â
And as you both look towards him for further clarification, Shiu nervously bites down on the inside of his cheek and pushes his swollen cock down the slit of your cunt. âItâs just thatâŚâ He lets his particularly large tip kiss your hole. â-what if I end up hurting my pretty girl during her heat? Iâd never forgive myself.â
âHow cute.â Toji snickers. But thereâs something that you recognize thereâappreciation? âBut not if you follow our rules, farmer boy. Remember those?â
Shiu rolls his eyes. âHow could I forget?â
âYeah- recite those.â And youâre gasping once one of Tojiâs meaty palms drift up to your face - covering your dazed peripherals. âWeâre both going to take turns fucking her using those rules, and my mateâs going to guess which one of us it isâhow about that?â
âMmm, sounds fun.â You smile.
And seeing that gorgeous smile of yours - what else was he supposed to be but putty in your hands? Shiuâs giving himself a few pumps before starting to press into your tight rim.
Youâre tight.
So fucking tight.
His brows furrow nâ sweat starts beading at his forehead as he slowly - sloooowly - starts easing his proud cock inside. Youâre arching into Tojiâs back, whilst Shiu probes into your deepest depths. âO-oh.â
It was something so different.
Although he wasnât exactly as vein-covered as Toji was; Shiuâs length managed to have the perfect curve that prodded âround the roof of your cunt. Somehow directly aiming for those tender spots insideâyouâre feeling the pointed end of his shaft draw sensual zig-zags inside and youâre immediately begging for more.
Of course, thatâs when Tojiâs silently signalling Shiu to pull out.
Replacing the farmerâs cock with his instead.
Thick. Throbbing. Those patterns and groves on his shaft were just dizzying- and Tojiâs already rendered your eyes sprinting to the back of your head with but a mere few inches inside you.Â
Heâs making your first ring of muscle streeeeeetch- and pressing a second overlarge hand down on your stomach to keep you from movinâ around too much. And you donât need to see him to reach blindly behind you and tug on Tojiâs newest bull ringâ
âDonât be mean, Toji.â
âSânot being mean, itâs just the rules.â Toji argues. His words come out in sizzling pants against the side of your face - somehow just his presence seemed enough to make your heat symptoms two times worse. âNow that the practice runâs overâŚâ
Your eyes are fluttering open- only to see nothing past the gaps of Tojiâs thick fingers. âThat was just the practice runâ?â Your poor puckered hole was already pulsating with friction.
But neither of them are answering.
Instead, it just seems that theyâre intent on fucking any question or comprehensible thought right back into youâbecause just youâre feeling a sudden intrusion deep into your core. The bulbous head of it swipes apart your puffy pussylips- and the next thing you know, youâre seeing nothing but stars at the neverending inches of one of their cocks.
Somehow managing to probe even deeper than the first time- whoever this was was so fatly swollen that his cockhead opens up plunging crevices inside you. Perhaps even new ones.
Youâre gasping away- âPlease.â Both men are impressively managing to keep quiet as theyâre easing inside. Not completely bottoming-outâŚbut enough to make your toes curl. âOh, please that feels so good.â
Hips attempting to chase more- he was going so slow.
But just as soon as you do - almost the very instant that your hips are breaking contact with the skin of Tojiâs toned pelvis - you feel one of his hands pin you back down. Preventing you from moving a single inch.
Your hybrid ears rustle with the huff of laughter from behind youâand you know that thereâs only one man whoâd keep a hand oh-so-possessively on top of your womb as he sinks into your soaking wet cunt. Rule number one, remember?
âToji-â Youâre sputtering out, voice breaking so prettily at the end of your plea. âT-Toji move a little faster- ngh, pleaseââ
Yet another failed attempt at a buck. âGood job, doll.â He gnaws on your ear lobe. âBut donât think weâre done here just yetâŚâ
And then before you know it, heâs pulling out. The action lets out the loudest, sloppiest little plop! of pleasure between your legs- and it feels as though firecrackers are going off through your veins.
Youâre practically shaking once another intrusion starts proddinâ between your legs. This time a bit moreâŚtimid. A bit more hesitant. A bit more inexperienced and carefulâand you donât have to pay attention to anything more as Shiu creeps your legs around his waist.
Letting his tunneling cockhead push into that wet hole of yours.
Unlike Toji, however, Shiu Kong simply couldnât keep his mouth shut.Â
âOhâŚâ Itâs just about the most attractive thing youâve ever heard - like music to your ears. But could you really blame the guy? âLegs- rules number t-two, remember?â This was the first proper taste of that syrupy cunt heâs gettingâthe exact same one heâs been dreaming of for agesâŚas much as that makes him sound like an utter pervert.
Maybe he was.
Maybe- what even was he? What was his name? Who was he?
Shiu canât formulate a single thought.
Maybe he should be concerned about thatâŚbut for the time being, heâs collapsing his lower half into you. Funneling the smoother length of his cock inside; the farmer is the first of the two to actually bottom out. Thighs against your thighs. Forehead against your forehead. Cocktip against your cervix.
You swear youâre feeling Shiu intrude all the way up to your throatââShiuâŚkeep moving, baby.â
âOh- oh, you seriously want it?â He asks between uneven pants. And even more uneven are those semi-thrusts heâs poundinâ away at the back of your pussyâunwilling to break contact with your sopping womb for even a split-second to thrust back in. âYou seriously want this olâ farmer to fuck you like this? And thatâs not just the heat talking-â
âItâs always the heat talking.â Toji scoffs. âThis slutty girlâs always in heat. Honestly- who told you it could come early?â
âSânot my fault.â Shiu taps the side of your thigh to signal to you that- ohâŚyouâre getting dangerously close to Toji figuring it out.Â
Sure, it seems that heâd deduced by now that there was something regarding the startings of a mating bond between you and Shiu. And what sort of hybrid would come between that? But the fact that Toji himself shared itâŚ
Thankfully in that moment Shiuâs creating a distraction - unintentional or not. Because just a few thrusts and heâs already starting to bead out hot, glutinous cum that sticks to the back of your pussy.
âShitâŚâ Shiu whispers to himself. Youâre sensing one of his hands reach downwards to squeeze âround the base of his lengthâperhaps thinking that that would stop him. But the only thing Shiuâs managing to do is milk out a few more cobwebs of cum that are getting fucked and fucked in by his irregular thrusts. âI didnât mean to-â
âTimeâs up.â Toji cuts him off gruffly. âItâs getting too easy- hurry it up.â
âYesâŚsir?â Fuck- he hates to admit it but the bull hybrid was correct.
AhâŚyouâd expected for the two to alternate between thrusts. But you just didnât expect it this fast. Because all of a sudden, Tojiâs going from merely caressing your front to wrapping his entire left arm around your middle. Oh, those beefy forearms of his were simply indescribable.Â
Then Shiuâs reeling his sloppy, cum-glazed cock backwards for one of them to replace it in no time.Â
Such plump inches of their shaft. Such impatient semi-thrusts as he leaves your mouth watering. Heâs increasing his pace twofold once youâre accommodating him inside, and Tojiâs pressing his palm deeper against your face. âOh-â And you hadnât expected them to stick to their damn six (or seven) rules so much, eitherâŚâFuuuuuuck. Is it Toji?â
âNope.â Shiu chuckles. From where he was positioned in front of you, the farmer leans down and kisses your lips. âStill me.â
In punishment, youâre getting a heavy spankinâ on your stuffed pussy.
âShit.â
âAnd the rule-â Toji pipes up from behind. âWhat about the rule?â
âWhat about the rule, I meanââ Itâs just then that youâre realizing - you havenât been able to squirm a single inch since Shiu had begun swabbinâ your poor insides. âRule number one- rule number one.â
âGood girl.â Toji laughs. âNext.â
And youâre soon coming to the realization that they werenât going to make this easy for you: due to everything from their rapid alternations, to the way that both of them were fucking you so stupidâ
âToji-â Youâre dragging your nails down whatever body part of Tojiâs that you could reach. His biceps flexed underneath your touch. âAnd the rule isâŚoh, the rule isâŚâ Brain landing on the closest one that you think you could remember. âRule number six?â
âHalf-correct.â Toji punishes you with yet another spank. The white-hot pain and pleasure that runs up your cunt is like nothing youâve ever felt before. âThat was actually a trick round - no rule.â
You bite. âSilly meâŚâ
âBut half-correct deserves just a little bit of a treat, doesnât it?â Shiu makes your case.
And the ever-mean Fushiguro Toji considers it for a few seconds - before heâs nodding and letting his fingers dip between your pussylips. Rolling over clit in circular motions. âHappy?â
âV-very much.â You respond.
And so the cycle repeats - as both men are fucking into you like damn animals.
âShiu? Rule number one-â
Thwack! âHalf-correct.â
âToji? Rule number five.â
Thwack! âHalf-correct again, doll.â
âToji? Rule number six.â
Thwack! Thwack! âWrong!â
âShiu-â
âToji-â
Shiu. Toji. Shiu. Toji. Shiu. Toji.Â
Over and over againâuntil youâve said every rule at least five times, and their names countless amounts so.
It was almost getting too much. Thereâs another switch; and this time the thrusts are like none before them. They were harsh. They were jagged. They werenât hitting with any specific target or objective in mindâjust with the sole purpose of indentinâ his fat cockhead into every spot inside you, and hitting his hips to yours until you skin was burning-
âToji?â Youâre guessing, âRuler number- fuckâŚthe one about getting ready-â Based solely on the way that both men had their hands tapping at your hips to let you know when a particularly hard hit was coming through.
âAnd which one is that?â Toji croons.
âNumber four-â Thereâs a victorious little pebble of precum that Tojiâs emptying out into your insides.Â
âMmm, good catch.â And youâre feeling the smile crawl onto your face. âBut Iâm not Toji.â
Fuckingâthwack!
âBut how about just a little reward?â And then a hot mouth starts kissing down the valley of your breast - from this angle you could only assume that it was Shiu.Â
Shiu was lapping the soft targets of your areolasâŚjust lightly bitingâŚand ohâhe lets out a wet gasp as a thin stream of milk flows from your tits nâ into the handsome manâs mouth. âOh- this might just be my reward.â He says as he keeps massaging your chest, twiddling his fingers over where you were most sensitive.Â
âLeave some fâme.â Toji grunts at the other man.
By this point you were a blabbering mess, and it didnât help that the other two were only growing sloppier by the second. Perhaps it was the heat affecting you three. Perhaps it was the pressure being put on all your bodies - crushed together like this. Hips driving into you again and again and againâ
Another globular tip swerves inside you. âI-is itâŚToji?â You ask. Your lower lip wobbles at the sudden stretches on places that couldnât be reached without such a girth - both of them had their merits and it was hard not to long forâŚboth. The mere thought fogs your mind. âAnd is itâŚâ
Though there could only be one answer. At least for this one.
Your poor tailâs being used as a lever to drag you down onto Tojiâs extremely thickened cock until you sat on the bottom of it. â-rule number five?â
Toji kisses the side of your face. âNow thatâŚis 100% correct.â
âAnd what would you like as a reward? Tell your Shiu anything, pretty girl.â Shiu saysâdrawing a half-serious scoff from the hybrid.
But of course. There can only ever be one thing.
Your mouth opens and the confession slips out of you before you can think it through fully.
And then thereâs a beat of silence- hell, you think even Tojiâs hips began to falter. For but a mere split-second before heâs bashing in the soft spongy platform at the end of your cuntââOh.â He breathes. âI donât see why notâŚâ
Thrill shoots through you.
And for the first time in a while - Toji removes his palm from your face. Youâre wincing ever-so-slightly at the sudden flood of light, before that expression turns into something akin to yearning as you stare at Shiuâs cock throbbing between your legs.Â
He was almost out-of-place with Tojiâs fat length already stuffed inside you.Â
âWhatever you want, pretty girl.â Shiu whispers to himself as he glides his blushinâ cockhead to drag along your outer cunt. Uuuuup the planes of your thighs. Lingering on that leakinâ slit that was so stuffed. And then squeezing the very tip-top reddened crown of his shaft into your entranceâdid he mention that you already had Tojiâs fat length stuffed inside you?
Shiuâs expression morphs at the tightest fit-
âShit- fucking shit, are we sureââ
âWhy not?â Toji asks. And Shiu thinks that thatâs damn easy for him to say; especially considering that he was already kept hostage inside your gooey inside. Thatâs where Shiu was trying to be.
Heâs attempting to drag you in using your tail.
The other man is rolling his eyes - and his hips. Letting off a few useless semi-thrusts that doesnât push him even a single inch insideânot with the extremely plump circumference of the hybridâs length inside. âOh yeah? Then why donât you- hah, pull out and try doing it yourself if you think itâs so easy?
âThe early bull gets the pussy.â Toji smirks. âBesides- donât tell me youâre forgetting rule number five already? The one about taking it all also means that you have to- mmm, put it all in-â
âI remember.â Shiu spits. Hands pushing your legs further open and grindinâ his hips close until his happy trail was roughly massaging your clit. âIâm just saying that itâs hypocritical to talk about the rules when even you wouldnât be able to-â
âGuys-â You shrill above the constant arguing. âGuys.â
It takes you raising your voice loud enough to make the bedroom walls shudder for them to finally hear you.
And once they look at you- youâre huffing up at them. âIâm making my own rule.â Both pairs of pretty pussydrunken eyes widen in unison. âFrom now on- if you fight then you have to kiss and make up.â
âWhat-â
âWhat-â
âPretty girlâŚâ Shiu attempts to appeal to your softer side.
âNuh huh.â Shaking your head. âSo kissâand then just fuck me.â
They share a look as if to question whether usurping of the rule-making was allowedâŚbefore it seems to dawn on them that yesâif it was you. And Shiuâs shrugging and leaning in - all the while still keeping his pulsating cocktip present between your folds - and Toji meets him halfway with only a few grumbles.
Shiu moans into the kiss.
And with a resounding sluuuuurp! heâs managing to squeeze just an inch or two of his cock inside. Double lengths stretching your walls until you were seeing white-
âOh- oh.â Youâre moaning. Shiu now had everything he needed to reel his bulky hips back and start pummeling you in time with Tojiâs own thrusts. âIâve never felt anything like this beforeââ
âMe neither.â The farmer manages through clenched teeth. The sensitive underside of his cock was rubbinâ and getting pulled by Tojiâs own - those patterns of his veins, and the rock-hardness that mirrored his own - and even the slightest friction was enough to send spirals of white-hot pleasure pouring out of his bawling divot.Â
âTch- fineâŚme neither.â Toji groans. âBut it only feels good because of me-â
âIn your dreams.â
Without even being asked to or reminded of the newly-minted rule, theyâre pressing a kiss onto each otherâs lipsâand then yours. Their pheromones twisting and melding into one. Their skin growing even more heated. Their cocks growing faster-Â
And faster.
Both Shiu and Toji were moving at sloppy, lust-hazed paces that should not be possible for such a tight cranny. And yet they were managing to time it so that youâre feeling both of them exactly in the best ways: Toji and his deeeelicious veins pressing their patterns onto the sides of your channel, Shiu and his upright curve that spotted all your best nerve endings.Â
Theyâre sandwiching you from above and below, tooâToji and his Herculean build, Shiu and his similar yet broader- and somehow stronger build.
Theyâre absolutely ruining you.
Ruining you.
Fucking you until your pussyâs feeling rattled and raw- and your eyes have completely bleared over with tears. Brain fried.
So it isnât long before youâre feeling the pangs of an oncoming orgasm, and letting your mouth open to announce itâ
âI-Iâm going to cum.â But in actuality itâs Shiu that manages the declaration. And heâs stuffing his face into your tits, suckling out the sweet sweet milk that your hybrid body produces as he strings your gooey insides with his cum. âMy pretty cow hybrid, Iâm gonna stuff you full.â Looooong ropes of satin. So hard- that Shiuâs forced to hold onto both yours and Tojiâs horns as he fucks your overstuffed pussy through his orgasm.
Those veins of Tojiâs were making him twitch in pleasure.
You and Toji are crashing into your high rather soon afterwards too.
âGonnaâŚoh.â As the forceful waves of dopamine flood through every vein and atom inside youâpractically make you vibrate with pleasure. Youâre letting your eyes fly to the back of your head, and your toes curl as both men thrash that gooey g-spot of yours.
Perfectly synchronized with every peak upon peak of your high.
The prolonged wave of bliss soarsâand itâs around the very crescendo that youâre feeling Toji empty his heavy balls out as well. Theyâd been thwack-thwack-thwacking! near the bottom of your slit for so long now, creating a carnal ache over your outer pussy- and it just feels so good to feel those globs of cum flood your deepest caverns.
Where Shiu had already made a mess before- âShitâŚdonât stop.âÂ
And itâs with renewed vigor that theyâre fucking and fucking you through the white-hot pleasure - so good that youâre sobbing. In-between this euphoric experience is when Tojiâs keening his hips up into yours- chasing the wetness of your cunt even moreâ
Not just to fuck his pearly-white droplets of cum inside - but to try and squeeze, fuck, his swollen knot inside.
âInsideââ As you demand needily at your bull hybrid, Shiu watches on in something akin to awe. He starts nudging his hips back as though to give Toji more space-
But youâre wrapping your legs around his hips and dragging him to you. âRule number one, remember?â
Letting Toji fuck his knot inside you as Shiu has his twitchinâ wet cock stuffed in there, too. The stretch was indescribable.
You think youâre cumming all over again just from it.
âMy- my matesâŚâ Youâre sobbing out- sandwiched between the two buff men. Shiu leans in to kiss you, and once heâs taking a good long look at Toji too.Â
âMy matesâŚI suppose?â He says with a sheepish smile.
Toji looks between the two of you, seemingly having connected the dots. âDoes this mean Iâve gotta get both of you pregnant?â
You smile. âSounds good to me.â
Shiu. âWait-â
Because heats lasted a week for hybrids.Â
Shiu better get his human stamina used to it.
.
.
.
âIâm sorryâŚwhat?â
Itâs a sentence that Shiu thinks heâs going to have to get used to a lotâtelling people that the cow hybrid youâd had a crush on for the past few years but then gotten mated is actually your mate too - and that by association youâre her mateâs mate but honestly not really complaining about it isâŚfor one a long sentence.Â
And two, itâs probably going to get a bunch of weird looks.
It sounds like the stuff of a fantasy, maybe even those romance stories; and Shiuâs well and fully aware of how he sounds when he says it.
Which is why heâs telling Kusakabe first - it only seemed appropriate.
âItâs exactly as I said.â Shiu states matter-of-factly. âAnd you can ask Dr. Shoko if you think thereâs been any mix-â
âNo no, man. Itâs not that I donât believe you.â Kusakabe interrupts him. âIn fact, I think itâs great that you finally managed to do something about your feelings- congratulations, man.â
âThank you.â Shiu watches the herd from the door to the barn house - inside, the only pair were you and Toji. His breath hitches once youâre walking over from Toji to nuzzle up to him. He reaches to scratch behind those silken ears of yoursââBut then what was all that about?â
âAh- no, itâs justâŚâ Thereâs a truck honk from the other end of the line, and Shiu realizes that Kusakabe must be going somewhere. âI assumed it was actually about the bull.â
Shiu squints. âThe what thing?â
âThe bull thing. I guess Toji forgot to tell you since you were a little preoccupied. But last night when Toji took over driving my truck we happened to run intoâŚeverything.â
Shiu snorts. âServes you right.â
âAnd man- I needed this truck to transport this new bull hybrid for olâ Gakuganji down in Kyoto. You know how he gets. Itâs the only one big enough soâŚâÂ
And nowâŚnow Shiu wasnât exactly having fun. ââŚAnd?â The two of you were looking at him in interest now, clearly having heard something about another hybridâand Toji especially had had his smirk growing in synchronization with the increasingly ashen look on Shiuâs face.
âAnd so Toji said itâs alright, but would you mind looking after this new bull for a few days until I get the truck fixed? Just for a few days. Iâm actually on the way there right now so thank you. His name is Sukuna and-â
dom!Sukuna whoâs fine with you touching yourself, so long as you donât put anything inside... nsfw 18+ mdni.
ââââ ŕ¨ŕ§ ââââ
âYouâre soaked. Really gave her a workout, hm?â
His thumb swiped between your legs slowly, lazily. Just enough to graze over your clit, still perked and twitching with residual little sizzles of pleasure.
He paused a moment just to watch you clench around nothing, to indulge in the feeling of your clit pulsing beneath his thumb before his touch dipped lower. Calloused fingertips traced around your entrance, smearing the slick left drooling there in the wake of your nth orgasm.
âBut not here, right?â He questioned, voice nothing but a deep rumble as he teased at your rim.
You shook your head slowly, feeling dizzy and a little breathless. Brain fuzzy now with the delicate brush of his fingers tracing your neglected entrance, and the way his voice felt over your ears - silky and utterly decadent.
âOf course not,â he soothed, voice still low, painfully intimate, âbecause only Iâm allowed inside, isnât that right, pet?â
As the last word left him, his wrist finally moved. Two thick fingers slipping inside with an ease that made your stomach drop and your pulse leap to a frenzied thrum. Your body welcomed the contact, sucked the length of him inside greedily until you felt the heel of his palm grind against you.
âYes sirâŚâ you breathed, nothing but a whisper as you watched the muscle in his forearm jump from beneath half-lidded lashes. Listening to the slurry of wet noises he was beginning to draw from you, and huffing out a choked little gasp each time his palm kissed your sticky clit.
His fingers curled with an obscene âsquelch!â, petting somewhere deep and tender that had your lashes fluttering closed and a shaky breath escaping from between your parted, raw-bitten lips.
âThatâs a good girl,â he purred, savouring the sight of your chin hitting your chest as you began to melt into the mattress, the feeling of your pussy clenching desperately around his digits - blindly chasing a pleasure only he could provide.
bf!satoru seeing his girlfriend in a bikini for the first time
satoru had seen you in oversized hoodies, pajamas, his shirts that practically swallowed your frame whole.
a bikini, however, was entirely a new territory.
the moment you took of your shirt and shorts, on the beach, adjusting the straps of the bikini top, like it was no big deal, satoru forgot how to function.
"..oh." he mumbles. that was akk the so called strongest sorcerer in the world could manage.
you blinked, "oh?"
his face was already turning pink. "no, I-...you just-". the words died somewhere in his throat, he couldn't even think.
you stared for a second before smiling. "toru.. are you blushing?"
"what? no.."
he absolutely was. the tips of his ears were pink. whole face red. and he couldn't seem to decide whether he wanted to look at you or literally anywhere else.
a sweet laugh slipped frm your lips. he looked away immediately.
"you are blushing."
"i'm not..." he whines.
you took a step closer. "satoru."
his breath caught. the strongest sorcerer in the world had fought curses, survived impssible battles, and stared death in the face more times thn he could count.
yet somehow this was worse. his eyes found yours again. for a moment, he just stared. then his face turned even redder.
"you look... so beautiful, baby." he says, focused on just you.
your smile softened instantly. "thank you, toru."
satoru swallowed. he wanted to say more. tell you that he thought you were beautiful everyday, that the sight of you still managed to take his breath away.
but nothing came out. his brain had compleyely given up.
your smile softened. you stepped closer, slipping your hand into his. a quiet smile tugged at his lips as he squeezed it gently.
maybe he didnât need to say anything else.
the warmth in his chest, the blush on his cheeks, and the way he couldnât seem to look away from you said enough.
âË streamer bf!choso reassuring you after his latest collab leaves you feeling jealous ( ËđĽŚË;) đŻď¸
you knew choso was doing a collab stream tonight. normally, you wouldnât have paid it much attention since he collaborated with other streamers all the time & youâd never had a reason to worry about it before.
this collaboration, however, was a little different.
the streamer he was collaborating with had built a reputation for being flirtatious, both on & off camera. it was mostly harmless content for the most partâ but it was also the reason why so many clips of her went viral overnight. and unfortunately for you, it also meant her comment sections were constantly full of people shipping her with whoever she happened to be streaming with.
still, you trusted your boyfriend completely. so with that in mind, you stayed in the living room; scrolling on your phone while their voices carried from chosoâs streaming room down the hall.
you told yourself it was fine. it was just for content.
you knew viewers loved seeing creators banter back & forth, and a little playful chemistry usually made for better entertainment. but knowing that didnât seem to help much when you heard them laugh againâ casual & familiar in a way that left you feeling strangely unsettled.
just what was making them laugh so much?
curiosity eventually got the better of you. and before you could stop yourself, your feet were already carrying you down the hallway. slowing near the slightly open door, you took a quick peek inside.
the two of them were sitting side by side at chosoâs desk, controllers in hand, the game still running on his monitor. she sat angled towards him, close enough for her shoulder to brush his as she casually pointed at something on the screen.
âyou knowâŚâ she giggled, tilting her head. âthe chat is going crazy over you right now. theyâre saying this might be my best collab yet.â
choso let out an awkward chuckle, shifting slightly in his chair. âyouâre giving me way too much credit here...â
she giggled lightly, clearly enjoying his reaction. âlook at you being all shy about it.â
â⌠iâm not shy.â
âoh really? then whyâre you blushing?â
âiâm literally not.â
âmhm. if thatâs what you say.â
he huffed out a laugh before shaking his head. âyouâre enjoying this way too much.â
â⌠maybe i am,â she teased, bumping his shoulder playfully.
ch0soglazer: i NEED more collabs between these two
sixeyesxoxo: okayyy chemistry???? and oop is he blushing đ
futuremrschoso: ouuu shiii sheâs got him talking more than usual too
you stood there in the hallway, biting the inside of your cheek. you knew it was only for content but watching her openly play into the chatâs comments while acting so familiar with him made something twist unpleasantly in your chest.
you slipped away from the doorway before either of them could notice you, returning to the couch. you tried distracting yourself with your phone but despite your best efforts, you found yourself paying more attention to their voices than whatever was on your screen.
â
the collab finally ended almost two hours later. you listened as they wrapped up the final match & said their goodbyes to the viewers, before ending the stream.
a few minutes later, the streamer stepped out of the room, looking like sheâd had a great time. noticing you sitting on the couch, she made her way over. âhey girlie!~â
âh-hello,â you greeted, forcing a small smile as you got up from the couch to see her out alongside choso. to your surprise, she pulled you into a quick side hug. âyouâre really pretty, by the way!â she beamed.
you felt your cheeks warm slightly at the unexpected compliment. âthank youâŚâ
âshe indeed isâŚâ choso added.
the three of you lingered by the doorway for another minute or two before finally seeing her out. after another round of pleasantries, she waved goodbye and headed straight towards her car.
once the door finally clicked shut, the apartment fell silent again. you turned around first & headed back towards the couch; telling yourself for the nth time that you were probably overthinking everything. it wasnât until choso reentered the living room that he noticed how unusually quiet youâd become.
âbabyâŚâ he murmured, walking over to sit beside you. when you didnât answer right away, he reached out & carefully intertwined his fingers with yours. âyouâve been awfully quiet since the stream ended⌠whatâs wrong, love?â
you hesitated, before letting out a low sigh.
âitâs⌠nothing,â you mumbled, staring down at your lap.
âi know itâs not nothing, câmon tell me.â he coaxed gently.
âitâs justâŚâ you murmured, avoiding his gaze. âi didnât like how she was acting all familiar with you. the way she kept touching your arm & getting all giggly. it made me feel a little⌠something yâknow? and i know iâm probably overthinking it, but i hated seeing the chat encourage it too.â
choso went still for a second, the realization of how much it had affected you slowly settling across his features. then, he gently pulled you into his embrace, wrapping his arms around you like he never wanted you to doubt him for a second.
â⌠iâm so sorry,â he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek. âi was hoping it didnât come off like that...â he frowned slightly, hating that heâd made you feel that way.
realizing youâre still avoiding his gaze, he cupped your face with both hands, making you look up at him. his dark eyes were sincere, and a little worried. âi promise youâre the only one i want,â he admitted, thumbs brushing over your cheeks.
âyouâre my everything, baby. no one else even comes close.â
you felt the knot in your chest slowly loosen as he leaned in and kissed youâ gentle at first, before deepening just enough to leave your breath caught in your throat. his hand slid to the back of your neck; fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you a little closer, tilting your head to kiss you harder.
when he pulled back, he looked at you with nothing but tenderness in his eyes. âiâll be more careful next time,â he murmured.
âi donât want you feeling like that ever again.â
you nodded, finally smiling as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. âi love you, choâŚâ you whispered, curling your fingers into the fabric of his shirt.
choso tightened his arms around you, voice soft against your hair.
âi love you too, baby.â
⨳ đˇđ¨đđđŹ: i need to write for choso moreâŚ
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á° your inexperienced boyfriend bleeds when you kiss him?Ëâ§âşď˝ĽË
⤡ choso melts when you kiss him and doesnât even realise heâs bleeding all over you.
you're choso's biggest blessing.
he makes a point to remind you every day of the way you make him flourish, feel safe and painfully loved despite his half-curse origin and his indisputable inexperience.
he really tried to hide it, though it bled through his stammers and stutters when he asked you out on a date for the first time and when you held his handâ eyes shining âthanking him for the sweet picnic date he'd organised. and it was especially obvious when he stiffly thrusted a hand-picked bouquet of flowers into your chest alongside a neatly written note (the eighth draft) and asked you if he could be your boyfriend.
ever since then, he's convinced himself that for the first time, the universe had been on his side and took pity on him, allowing him to feel unconditional love from a sweetheart like you. even if he didn't know the first thing about intimacy or how to be a boyfriend.
you understoodâ of course you did. never pressured him into anything, only took his hesitant, brief pecks with a sweet smile and a fleeting kiss of your own to his nose where his blood mark stains the pallid skin.
he's been on his umpteenth replay of this memory when he groans aloud, brows pinching together. he runs a hand through his hair and gracelessly undoes the pigtails, allowing it to fall over his face.
five hours.
if choso wanted to be precise, he'd say you've been gone five hours and thirty-eight minutes. something about a friend's birthday get-together you so desperately had to attend, leaving him bored and girlfriend-less at your place.
that's five hours and thirty-eight minutes of sighing incessantly, laying in your bed to smell the remnants of your perfume, using your favourite cutlery as he eats lunch alone, and staring at your last message on his phone promising to come home soon.
should he text again? no, yuji mentioned girls hate that. should he just wait? itâs unbearable, reallyâ
he's on his fourth aimless lap around your apartment when he hears the keys jingle outside and the door push open. and like a moth to a flame, choso suddenly finds purpose and pads over to the door.
you're there, beautiful and his, slipping off your heels with a soft huff and neatly setting them aside before lifting your head. a smile tugs at the corners of your lips, urging him to mirror the gesture, albeit shyly.
youâre so pretty. he loves what youâve done with your makeup. so shiny, oh he loves you.
"hi, cho!" you beam, now turning to slip your jacket off, hang it up, empty your purseâ and choso soon finds himself walking towards you to snake his hands around your waist without thinking. he tugs you back into his chest, hands sprawled over your stomach, squeezing faintly at the flesh.
you drop your purse on the counter, twisting in his arms to face him. his brows, if possible, have furled further and his pupils are dilated nearly entirely.
"cho?" you murmur softly, wrapping your own arms around his neck. "is something wrong?"
"you were gone for a while."
"you knew i would be."
"i missed you." he frowns further when you laugh, tilting his head down to look at you. consequently, his hair falls over his eyes a little, having freed it from the signature pigtails it's always in.
"cho, i wasn't even gone long." you coo, tucking his hair behind his ear with an amused smile, fingertips brushing an earring.
"five hours and forty minutes."
you laugh again, soft and airy, a sound he'd gladly exchange a sense to hear indefinitely.
"okay, cho, iâm sorry."
"you don't need to be sorry, i hope you had fun." he murmurs, tilting his head down to brush a brief kiss to your hairline. "what did you do?"
yeah, he'll ask. maybe your rambling will take the fact that he wants to kiss you off his mind.
"mm, we went to a really fancy restaurant! it had a cute bar too andâoh, the bathrooms were super pretty! my friends and I managed to get super pretty pictures, remind me to show you! anyway, we had dinner, thenââ
he's listening. well, he was at some point, but now he's on his tenth non-committal hum while he guides you to your bedroom to help you wind down as you continue your storytelling.
you giggle, unruffled in the slightest, and stop in your tracks. that earns you a confused hum, choso mirroring your movements and halting.
"hm? carry on."
"you're not even listening."
his eyes widen imperceptibly and suddenly his hands are sweaty. is this the start of your first argument? are you mad? oh, god, are you going to dump him because he was too stuck in his fantasy of kissing you that he didn't reply?
"i-i was." he manages to mutter. "iâm sorry. you said something about mirror pictures?"
"yeah, five minutes ago."
he's sweating profusely now. and just when his lips part to come up with another weak response, you can't help but giggle.
"cho, iâm not mad. i was rambling, anyway. what's on your mind, though?" you hum, taking his hand and swinging it as you pad into your bedroom.
choso's not a liar. so, he confesses, but as quietly as humanely possible.
ââŚâ
you hum again.
"huh?"
"said i wanted to kiss you." he repeats with a soft groan, the tips of his ears growing a bright red.
you stop and smile. god, youâve done a lot of that tonight.
you don't even think twice. you stand on the tips of your toes and cup his cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. choso grunts, half-surprised and half-fuckingfinally, placing a hand on your waist to return the favour.
although, when you pull away, he leans back in, his other hand cupping your cheek to guide your face to his again. you don't even deny him, you kiss him back happily, sweet presses of lips with an undercurrent of messiness only an inexperienced choso can offer.
he gives a soft whimper when he feels your tongue prod at the seam of his lips, ears growing hot at the implication. was it an accident?
you walk him back against the bed and climb into his lap, and he audibly gasps. you take advantage of the airy sound, slipping your tongue into his mouth and deepening the kiss just slightly.
choso's jaw falls slack, his lips trying desperately to meet you halfway. his head feels heavy and far too hot and he's dizzy, everything's fuzzy and blurred and he can't even feel his hands on your waist anymoreâ
you feel a drop on your cheek. then again, on your nose. instinctively, your nose scrunches and you pull back thinking he's crying again like he did with your first kiss.
to your surprise, he's bleeding. the blood mark on the length of his nose is dripping down his own cheeks and nose in slow, small rivulets and his eyes are blown wide. he sniffles. doesnât even notice itâs him.
"babe? are you bleeding?" he panics a little, swiping the blood off your cheeks with his thumbs before he feels a trickle down his chin.
"no, its you! cho, you're bleeding!" you yelp, reaching over to the bedside table to grab a box of tissues, pressing three to his nose. "are you okay?! what happened?!"
now, his entire face is red and you can't tell if he's blushing or if he's about to bleed from every facial orifice next.
he lifts a hand to his face, sliding a fingertip down the bridge of his nose and down the subtle bump you love, collecting a smudge of blood. he starts to wipe his nose with the tissues.
"s-sorry, i lost control... i didn't think that would happen." he mumbles, covering his face with one hand while the other cleans himself up, desperately willing his technique to fix itself. he should ideally only be bleeding at will, he knows this.
"oh my god, you scared me!" you squeak, watching as his blood mark stops bleeding.
"s-sorry, i guess i got too caught up," he apologises, embarrassment laced in his words. he presses a kiss to your nose, wiping your cheeks until clean.
you sigh, cupping his cheeks and letting your eyes run over his face to ensure he won't bleed all over you again. when satisfied, you nod, letting your hands drop to your lap, your smaller body still perched on his thighs.
"okay. I'm not kissing you until tomorrow. to be safe.â
choso's jaw falls open and his eyes widen comically.
"wait, what?"
omg idk about this one ngl
idk what my thing is with kiss-obsessed guys đď¸đď¸
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Synopsis. Itâs a bird! Itâs a plane! Look up outâitâs Supergirl. The villains fear you. The headlines hate you. The Justice League doesnât understand you. And no one cares except for perhapsâŚNanami Kento from the investigative journalism department. Tall. Blond. And sweeter than the worldâs most potent aphrodisiac.
But he doesnât know that.
The problem is that the villains now do.
Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!Supergirl!reader, journalist!Nanami, DC AU, Supergirl AU, heâs Iowk like genderbent Lois Lane, nerdy Nanami, journaIism, headIines, inhibitions, youâre hated by the pubIic, but he Ioves you, saving people, saving the worId, more about finding yourself acc, miId vioIence, feeIings, aphrodisĂacs, Nanami is PĂSSYDRUNK, hand jâs, oraI (fem rec.), fĂngering, spĂtting, x-ray vision, heat vision, YOUR powers, manhandIing, matĂng presses, heâs FĂRAL, heâs big, making it fit, tummy buIges, pressing down on it, cervĂx smooches, struggling to take it, making HIM break, creampĂes, s with feeIings, confessions, getting together, happy ending, Kenjaku mentions, Nanami with glasses, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 13.7k
A/N. Havenât watched the new Supergirl movie yetttt but I just KNEW I had to do an AU.
MEET THE NEW GIRL IN SPACE!
SUPERGIRL: THREE A-LIST VILLAINS AND THEIR HENCHMEN DOWN IN SHINJUKU TRAIN FIGHT. DESTRUCTION PRICELESSâ!
SUPERGIRL FLIPS OFF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE MID-AIR?! TAKES DOWN THEIR VILLAIN FIRST. ACCUSED OF STEALING THE SPOTLIGHT?
SUPERGIRL HANGS ZENIN CONGLOMERATE HEIRâZENIN NAOYAâBY HIS SHOELACES FROM TOKYO TOWER! CITES âCHAUVINISMâ (EXCLUSIVE)
SUPERGIRLâTHE NEW FACE OF HEROES OR A DARK TURN FOR JUSTICE?
That last particular headline makes you scoff.
Your eyes are darting to the byline; and immediately afterwards theyâre on the verge of rolling. Who else would write such a rag of an article but Usami from the sports journalism department? And itâs not like Supergirl even had anything to do with the latest football scores or which manager had been sacked recently.
But you suppose everybody wanted a piece of you now.
âItâs rotten, isnât it?â A voice trundles behind youâlow and lightly husked. âThey beg for a saviour, but in the face of one itâs revealed that what they really want is perfection. But with everyoneâs definition of perfection being differentâŚâ
Nanami Kento.
â-isnât what they really want just conforming to their mold?â
Youâre turning around.Â
A faint smile on your lips. âThen what can we do about all the different molds?â
Nanami nods. âNo one person is correct. Itâll never be good enough.â He lets out a soft sigh before pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses; they were a delicate kind that seemed to have a faint glow whenever they caught the light filtering in from Tokyoâs busy morning. Perfectly paired against Nanamiâs handsome faceâin the sort of classical, movie-star manner that might have caused him to be hung up on posters in teenage bedrooms or emblazoned outside of theatres.
Or so youâve heard human customs tend to do so.
And yet, here Nanami Kento was: standing in a cream-colored suit with ink smudges on his fingertips. It often surprised you how a perfect Earthling like this was simply tucked-away in a little cubicle at Daily Planet Newspaper.
You certainly have never seen another like so.
But you got to see his face everydayâso you werenât exactly complaining.
Nanamiâs eyes drop at the growing smile on your face, and he pushes up a strand of golden-blond hair. That was just about as mussed-up as that perfectly slicked hairstyle of his would ever become. âApologies. Itâs just- it really bothers me to see the shit being written about Supergirl with no basis. Especially in respectable newspapers.â
âWell, it is the gossip column.â
âThe sports section?â
âSame thing.â It was all human mish-mash to you either way. Beside him, the corner of Nanamiâs lips give the faintest twitch. Youâre flipping through the latest print of Daily Planet to another page; this time one with your (Supergirlâs) face plastered centrespread. Mid-air and your red cape flying behind you. Itâs been only a few years since youâd landed on Earth after the destruction of Krypton. Then only a few weeks since youâd debuted as a superhero: stealing the spotlight from Green Lantern and the rest of the Justice League as you swooped in and defeated Metallo.Â
Ever since then itâd been an explosion of newspaper headlines and television shows and even sketches; both good and bad. Mostly bad. You werenât sure what got you off to the wrong foot. Maybe it was the uniform that too-closely resembled Supermanâs? Maybe it was the crude words youâd spit out at villains mid-fight? Maybe it was that one time you flipped off the Justice League for being too late to the fight?Â
In your defense, you thought Earthlings said something about early birds getting the villains?
And maybe all those were correct.
But whatever it wasâthey would tear you apart. Then piece you back. Then tear you apart again. You werenât the family-friendly image of a superhero that most were; and it made something at the pit of your stomach feel saturated and dark and useless to have to edit such articles time and time again. To have to write them yourself, if you wanted to get approved by your higher-ups.
Perhaps that was a part of human culture?
Fuck those windbags either way.
You didnât understand how any other hero did it - then again it wasnât as if you could easily ask them. You werenât an official part of the Justice Leagueâand you didnât see yourself getting welcomed with open arms anytime soon. So you hid yourself away and semi-hypnotized those at your workplace to see a forgettable face whenever they looked at you - not Supergirlâeven so, it was brittle at best.Â
Kryptonian hypnosis wasnât as powerful as Martians. What you could merely do was suggest. âSo- you donât think Supergirlâs too crass?â
Nanami looks up, brows somewhat furrowed. âI quite frankly donât think it matters. Who am I to judge?â
âOh yeah? What about too destructive? Too disrespectful of the Justice League?â
âAgain, who am I to judge?â Now, Nanamiâs taking a seatâhis desk was opposite yours, your backs to one another as you tap-tap-tapped away at new articles everyday. âMaybe she could do with a little less destruction of public infrastructure and thatâs fine, but if sheâs too crass then sheâs too crass. Thatâs just her. Just as Iâm not forced to like itâitâs silly to expect every superhero to conform to the ideal. Not one person nor mold is completely correct.â
From his seat, he tips his head up and looks at your standing self.
âBut, personally, I wasnât the biggest fan of Green Lantern in the first place.â
This time, itâs your turn to attempt to keep a too-big smile off your face.Â
You give him a pointed look. âI dunno. I heard she steals candy from babiesâsays so on Page 9.â
âRidiculous.â Nanami cocks his head and beckons for the newspaper from you; after you hand it to him he flips through to that very page and scans it. âAnd precisely without proof. This is why Iâve been investigating Supergirl, beyond what these pages or secret sources sayââ
From where you were, you could hear Usami loudly bragging to his colleagues a few desks over about the âexclusive sourceâ that gave him that little tidbit of information. You wanted to roll your eyes again.
â-and Iâve been working on something.â
âWhat is it?â You lean over to look as Nanami unlocks one of his desk drawers and pulls out a thick file. Unmarked. Your heart leaps to your throat as he sweeps it open to reveal pages upon pages ofâŚpictures of you.
Not youâ
âbut you as Supergirl.
You mid-flight amongst thunderclouds. You amongst rubble. You pushing a kid behind you in order to shield him from a villain. You with your face twisted in fury as youâre pummeling that very same villain with a ferociousness that scared most - even civilians.
Which explained the headlines.
You skulking off into an alleyway before the medics and police could arrive, as you always did.
You. You. You. You. You.
And around them were notes scribbled in Nanamiâs own neat hand.
Hero analysis:
Best skills: Superhuman strength, superhuman speed (comparable to that of the Flash), heat vision, physiological control, martial arts (see more onâŚ)
Costume is that of similar style of Superman however with the added adaptabilities ofâŚ(sketch on back)
âone of the strongest debuts of any superhero in history. The supervillain Metallo has been terrorizingâ
âthough at odd relations with the Justice League, it seems that clashes over justice enactmentâ
âtrainâ
âthe greatestâ
Female. 20âs to 30âs. Features may be changeable with Kryptonian powers (follow up withâŚ). Suspected resident in Tokyoâconcentration of fights here; in close contact with the Justice League who has headquarters here in Tokyo. Furthermore, seems familiar with the alleyways for her âdisappearing actâ (for more thorough analysis see more onâŚ) and mapping (more onâŚ) has revealed that Supergirl tends to head in the wider direction ofâKabukicho.Â
(Follow up).
Your eyes widen.
Fuck.
You have to change up the bars you hit after fights.
And just when you think your heart canât leap any higher; he flips through a few more pages and stops on one particular piece of evidence - the biggest of them all - a frontpage newspaper clipping of youâŚand him. Nanami all dust-covered and dishevelled, bleeding from a cut on his forehead, as you threw his arm over your shoulders and helped him out of Tokyo Downtown Bakery. You had your face twisted in fury, and NanamiâŚyou never noticed it before, but Nanami was looking at you like you were the Sun.
The fight had happened just last week: youâd been heading home after work when your superhearing told you something was off. An explosion downtown.Â
Tokyo Downtown Bakery was a favorite of gods, mutants, aliens, and other non-humans alike. Known for it, in fact. And there was only one villain you could think of that wanted to take down such non-humansâKenjaku.
Youâd zipped there as fast as your flight could take you, and only once you were there had you heard a familiar heartbeat. More frantic now, of course. But familiar.
Nanami was trapped underneath the rubble.
Kenjaku saw your momentary distraction - the realization that made your blood grow cold - and had taken the chance to disappear into the shadows.Â
After making sure that every other customer and employee didnât have to be flown to the hospital urgently, you dropped onto your knees in front of the mountain of rubble and dug and dug. And dug. And dug. You dug until you felt the control over your physiology slipping, and small cuts started to apply at your fingertipsâhealing over instantly. Then getting ripped open all over as you just kept- on- digging.
In reality it must have been less than five or ten minutes, but it felt like months, before you finally flung away the last block of debris from a soft body. And Nanami Kento stirred.
That was what had resulted in the photograph, and the headlines that followed.
SUPERGIRL A WEEK INTO SUPERHEROISM AND ALREADY LETTING VILLAINS ESCAPE?
SUPERGIRL PAUSES FIGHT FOR BREAK?! MORE LIKE LAZYGIRL (Exclusive)
SUPERGIRL SAVES THE DAY AGAINâBUT WHAT ABOUT THE INFRASTRUCTURE?
SUPERGIRL SAVES RUBBLE-TRAPPED CIVILIANS: âI owe her my life.âÂ
That last one boasted the picture. And the byline of Nanami Kento.Â
You try to control your breathing.
âEver since she saved me, Iâve been trying to understand Supergirl better. That fury on her faceâŚIâve been trying to figure out who she is-â
âToâŚexpose her?â
âNo.â Nanami shakes his head. The both of you were breathless - though for very different reasons. Excitement practically makes him glow, âTo maybe try and interview her- personally. I want to see what sheâs like beyond all those cashgrab headlines and the rumors. AndâŚâÂ
Youâre silent as he pauses.
â-and I want to thank her personally.â So soft.
âOh.â Your voice sounds small. Smaller than youâve ever heard it.Â
 Heâs then closing his file and looking up at you so sweetlyââAnd if youâre interested, then maybe we could work together on it? I actually got a tip that Iâm about to go do some field work on right now.â A sudden burst of shyness makes Nanamiâs cheekbones burn a pretty rouge as you stare at him intensely. That was one thing you loved about humans - immense control over your physiology meant Kryptonians couldnât blush unless you made yourselves. Humans couldnât control when they blushed and it was just the sweetest thing to you. Was Nanamiâs heartbeat picking up? âThat isâŚif you would like to? I know you likely have better articles to work on, but just in caseâŚâ
He trails off and youâre trailing behind your head and your heart.
Your heart that wanted you to say yes.
Your head that made you sayâ
âIâm sorry.â You feel your heart fall. Thereâs a simmering of anger at yourself; soothed partially by the understanding that the more time you spent with NanamiâŚthe higher the chance was of him finding out who you were. There were countless people out to get you: villains, henchmen, reporters. And the second-best thing to getting you was getting someone you cared for that knew you. About you.Â
The only powerless humans that knew about you were Clarkâs- Supermanâs adoptive parents.Â
And whatever misery that might put you in - youâd take it twofold if it meant keeping one more normal Earthling like Nanami safe. Youâre taking a step back and giving him a sheepish smile. âItâs just I have this really ah- riveting story to write about the erm- tax refunds and the economic implications of Supergirlâs last fight andâŚâ
âOh!â Nanami nods fervently, pushing his glasses up. Embarrassment radiated off of him like a miniature Sun, and you wanted nothing more than to reach out and tell him this was on you. But alas. âOh, right, of course- I wish you luck with that.â
âThank you.â You smile, lips pressed together to prevent a sigh. âIâm going to need it.â
âA journalist like you? Not in the least.â
With a nod of graciousness, youâre just about to leave Nanamiâs table and pretend that the latter half of this interaction perhaps never happened. You almost wished Kryptonians had the ability to hypnotize themselves as they could to others. And youâre considering a much more interesting article about that before youâre stopping in your tracks and half-glancing at Nanami over your shoulder.Â
He was hard at work gathering his things for what you assume to be the extra field work regarding his Supergirl article.
You feel your heart clench.
âNanami?â
He looks up eagerly. âYes?â
Your words are slightly less than steady once you speak again. âIf- when you discover Supergirlâs identityâŚyou might beâŚdisappointed. They say sheâs nothing like Superman.â
âShe doesnât have to be.â
As Nanami throws his messenger bag over his shoulder and stands to leaveââIâll see you tomorrow, my darling.â But he calls everyone that, doesnât he?
âAnd IâllâŚbe working late.â
âBe careful not to miss your train.â
You donât look at him until the very last second. When his tall frame is ducking beneath the doorway to the Daily Planet journalism department; cream-colored suit and golden glasses; old movie star looks drawing eyes, but not too close so heâll never know that you stared at him from afar. Never.
You sink into your chair.
âWhat was that about?â
Had your superhuman senses not told you about Shokoâs nearing presence, you would have been startled. But youâre throwing in a slight jump just for the sake of it.
âOh- come on.â Shoko says with a roguish grin. There was a slender cigarette tucked between her index and her middle finger; as was wont to have if one was Ieiri Shoko. You honestly donât think youâve ever seen her without one. âNot dramatic enough. Next time try throwing in a little gasp there.â
It seems that you still had work to do on your human reactionsâŚâWhat have I told you about the cigarette smell getting on the papers?â You grimace at her - this particular human pleasure was especially sensitive to your nose.
âCanât remember.â She replies, blowing out her last puff of smoke.
Shoko was perhaps your one exception to humans not knowing about your true identityâfor the sole fact that she wasnât your average human. Smooth. Silent. And stupidly intelligent - Shoko was perhaps the best investigative journalist Tokyo had to offer.
Which was to be expected, of course, given that she was the protĂŠgĂŠ of The Question.
A normal human journalistâjust with enough combat skill and power to get him inducted into the Justice League. The Question had been a master in hand-to-hand combat even amongst the most trained superheroes; which paired well with the depth of investigative journalism that he would do. He exposed criminal underworlds that led to likely half the lodgers at Tokyo Island Penitentiary.Â
When youâd been reading up on the superheroes of Earth - both current and inactive - it was his sheer heroism as a mere human thatâd inspired you to become a journalist as well.
The Question had hand-picked Shoko as his successorâand for good reason. After his passing due to old age, Shoko quickly proved herself to be a master with the pen; she cracked her ink like a whip. Just last week, sheâd exposed that damned Lex Luthorâs embezzling which at least got him out of Supermanâs hair for some time. And despite the publicity of the event, the covert nature of her heroism meant she didnât have to deal with the constant headlines.
Shoko was no different than those at the Justice League. Than you.
But she was an enigma.
So you couldnât have asked for anyone better to have walked in on you hurriedly changing into your supersuit in the cramped cubicle bathrooms at the Daily Planet - there was a train about to go off-course a few thousand kilometers away - than Shoko.
âOh.â You remember it like it was yesterday. The door had swung open as you had one foot into the suit. âThe lockâs broken.â Sheâd said.
âUhâŚoccupied?â Youâd murmured then, in a voice higher-pitched than usual. You considered hypnotizing her twofold- no wait, there was some power to do with amnesia even though you werenât sure whether it would beâ
âI know what youâre thinking.â Shoko had smiled then. âAnd donât you dare try - not because Iâd say anything, but because the Justice Leagueâs paperwork is a pain in the ass when you try to fight another superhero.â
Your jaw had dropped. âAnotherâŚ?â Youâd shove that paperwork up their asses- but another superhero?
âHavenât guessed it already?â Shoko shoved a hand into her long jacket, pulling out a square piece of what almost looked like rubber. It was in the exact shade as her skin tone, and when she placed it over her faceâ
âFeatureless.â Youâd gasped. Pseudoderm. âJust like The Question.â
âFlattered you know us, Supergirl.â
But there was no more time for chit-chatâthat train youâd been hearing was dangerously close to going off-tracks now, and youâd hastily begun stuffing yourself into your supersuit. To which Shoko hadnât flinched - instead appraising you curiously. âWhy donât you just wear that underneath your suit?â
âBecauseâŚâ Because you were too afraid of someone sneaking a peak at the suit underneath. Because you were too afraid of being Supergirl when you were your âhumanâ selfâhated. At least as a human you werenât hated. Because you were too afraid of walking around as two halves making up one whole, when one half was all you needed at a time to feel content.
Ultimately you settled for not saying anything at all. âListen- please donât-â
âYeah, yeah- Iâve already been through this song and dance.â She waved you off absent-mindedly. âDonât reveal your secret identity to anyone. Donât make it obvious when youâre off saving the world.â
You felt a smile come to your face at those last few words.
âYou donât think IâmâŚruining justice instead?â A rush of embarrassment ran through you for even asking.
But Shoko merely cocked her silky head. âHah, no? And who cares what the Justice League thinks? Now go do superhero things, superhero.â
The train and its passengers were saved in record time that day. And just like sheâd said, Shoko hadnât spilled a word.
Though for all the secrets she kept- she did love hearing them.
âSoâŚâ She relights her cigarette. âDid Nanami finally ask you out and you rejected him?â
âWhat-â Youâre turning to her with a yelp. âHe did notââ She takes the moment to blow a cloud of smoke at your papers, and youâre snatching the cigarette from between her lips and snuffing it out on one of your ceramic desk decorations.Â
âHeyâŚâ Shoko whines.
Finally youâre whispering to her in a low tone - âHe did not ask me out. And I did not reject him.â
âThen whyâd he leave all sad and puppy-eyed?â
Youâre turning aroundâalmost as if expecting Nanami there still. âHe didnâtâŚdid he?â
âMaybe. I didnât see. But you looked, didnât you?â Chuckling. The Question takes the cigarette back from you, and holds it out of your reach.
âThat was only because you-â You find that you donât quite have much to say - at least not something that Shoko would pay heed to. And so youâre settling for a few grumbled cursesââNo. He just asked me to be part of one of his articles.â
Shoko looks up in interest. âOh? About what?â
âSupergirl.â You cross your arms. âHe said he wanted to figure out who she was so he could interview her- I said no, of course.â
Shoko - whoâd now newly relit her cigarette - takes a long drag and lets it free into the air. âWhy?â
âWhat?â
âWhyâd you say no?â
You take her cigarette and put it out again. âBecause the more time I spend with him, the more likely he is toâŚfind out. And with everything going on, I canât risk putting him in danger.â
âHmâŚâ Shoko thinks for some time. âPutting him in danger? Or putting his image of you in danger?â She stares at you intently. âAre you really afraid that heâs going to be captured by villains youâve been defeating time and time again these past few weeks? Maybe.â Then sheâs gently tugging the cigarette from between your fingertips - to light it again. A final time. âOr are you more afraid that once he finds out who you truly are- heâs going to be just like the rest of them?â
You donât bother reaching for the cigarette anymore. âIâŚâ
But Shoko wasnât done just yet. She blows her smoke into the air and lets it linger. âItâs just like these papers and this smoke. When the nicotine sticks to them, itâs invisible but itâs thereâeven if you donât like it. But that doesnât change its contents. Nor does that make it any less worthy than any other article here.â
You crinkle your nose. âBut others wonât like it either.â
âSo fuck them.â She stands. âItâs gonna be printed into a damn article, it doesnât need to smell like rainbows and roses. No two newspapers are printed the same.â
And with that said, Shoko striding off. Cigarette and all.
And youâre left staring at a blank paperâready for typing.
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Nanami Kento had never quite been to this area of Tokyo.
It was one of the seedier places; an amalgamation of everything your mother advises you against. Past the bars and the spas, past the graffiti-tattooed walls and the alleyways that seemed to stretch into darkness endlessly. Past men slouched on roads - drunk or dead. Past the rattle of trains in the distance and rats who chittered at the only abode they truly ruled. Where even those cowered standing next toâand one goes to share the same fear doused upon this neighborhood, doled, perhaps to replace that of their own.
Then again, there was a strange beauty in it itself - like a giant wound mending itself.
There was a stun gun in his pocket. He wondered what this place would look like in daylight.Â
He ignored the knot in his throat as he kept on walking.
It wasnât the place youâd expect to find a superhero - then again, Supergirl didnât listen to anyoneâs expectations of her.Â
Often after fights, heâd see you disappearing into the shadows of a building or a lone alleyway such as these. As if never there. You didnât wait around for any authorities or paparazzi. And it was only after weeks of investigation that heâd managed to narrow it down to one district that you were frequenting: Kabukicho.Â
Even afterwards, heâd quickly learned that it wasnât simply the entertainment district that you were fond of.
You were fond of hiding.
Asking around for sightings of a person of your description took Nanami meters away from actual Kabukicho, and down narrow alleys and underground streets. Into clubs and behind hotels. Into the seediest, smallest establishments hadnât even the faintest waft of a main street. Currently he was heading towards a bar he was directed towards by an anonymous tip; the tip had said that you came here at least once a week or so. Sometimes not even to drink - just to people-watch.
And if Nanami Kento knew anything about you: it was that you found humans fascinating.
Heâd seen it after fights, when youâd watch families rush to one another and embrace. Heâd seen it even during fights, as you analyzed villains that were easy prey.
And he wonderedâŚdid you find humans interesting as much as they found you? Or at least, he did.Â
Itâs after a few minutes of walking down this small street, lit only by the angry neon signs of underground clubs, that he stops before a squat bat. THE CHAMELEONâthe sign said.
He pats the stun gun in his pocket.Â
And with a deep breath, heâs walking in.
The stench of liquor dances a frenzied waltz with cigarettes; it reaches his nose though he doesnât cringe as he weaves between closely-pressed tables. Patrons hunched over nursing their columns of glasses look up at him suspiciously as he walks past them. He knew he should have changed out of his cream-colored suit.Â
It was barely visible in the bar, due to the faint light buzzing solely from a few spots on the ceiling, surrounded by wine-drunk flies, but Nanami managed to sit himself down at the counter. A bartender with long greyish-blue hair wiping greasy glasses with an even greasier rag looks up at him.
âAhâŚâ Nanamiâs eyes fall to the glass and the rag - he himself was a good drinker, though the establishments he frequented were nothing of this sort. âJust a beer, please.â
The bartender asks, âMmm, tap?â
âDo you have bottles-â
âNo bottles.â
âThen ah- just a water, please.â
âNo water either.â He says in a strangely melodic voice, âJust cider. Just cider. Apple, peach, and pear~!â
Nanami looks at the man warily, âThenâŚa peach cider please.â
The bartender shrugs then takes the ragâblowing his nose into it- before he throws it somewhere over his shoulder and fetches a peach cider for Nanami. It pools condensation onto the counter as itâs set in front of him, but he doesnât reach for it even a single millimeter.
âWhat are you trying to find, young man?â
Nanami almost flinches.Â
The voice comes from the seat next to him; gruff and gravelly like when one has smoked far too many cigarettes for far too long. As he turnsâthe man next to him laughs. He had a white, wide-rimmed hat tipped low over his face, and was wearing an equally stark white suit. It was just about the only things he could make of him - nothing of his actual features.
And though Nanami didnât know the man, he couldnât help but feel a strange sense of kinship as the two patrons of the bar that didnât seem like they belonged there.
Despite this, however, this other manâs fingers found a chip in his cider glass with familiarity.Â
âThere are only two reasons that folks come down to a bar like this: either to lose somethingâpain, memories, fatigue; or to find something.â He nods his head over at the younger man, but still doesnât reveal a sliver of a face. âAnd since you havenât touched that cider of yours, young man, Iâm assumingâŚâ
âFinding something, I suppose.â Almost robotic, Nanami grasps his glass.Â
He thinks he sees a flash of a smile from the other man.
Nanami continues, âMaybe you can help me? Would you happen to have seen someone come in tonight-â His heart thunders as he lists off the features written down in that file of hisâand the man keeps nodding with each one. â-perhaps around my age, though-â
âSo itâs love problems.â
He stops short. âWhat?â
âLove problems.â That man clucks out a wet laugh, then takes a swig of his cider.
Nanami responds hesitantly. âIâmâŚafraid you misunderstand. Iâm just trying to find-â
âI know perfectly what you mean.â He displays a set of paper-white teeth, gleaming. Reaching into his coat pocket, he slaps something down on the marble counter. âHer, right?â
Nanami peers in and finds it to be a blurry polaroid of you at this very bar, taken like you hadnât known it was happening. And you werenât revelling like one would have expected you to after a constant winning streak against villains. You werenât even lamenting your woes with your fellow bar patrons.
You were justâŚwatching.Â
Alone at a booth. Nothing in front of you but a water- perhaps that bartender had lied to him.Â
It was a night livelier than this one, evidently, as bachelor celebrations and 21st birthday parties and seemingly drunken singing surrounded you from all angles. But you simply watched. Waited. There was something so sorrowfully beautiful about you that it made Nanamiâs heart ache.Â
âItâd been my buddyâs divorce party and someone had pulled out the polaroid. He snapped a picture and somehow I just couldnât find it in myself to part with itâŚthereâs something so haunting about it.â
Nanami merely stares speechlessly, running his finger down the edge of the picture.
âTrying to understand someone is, too, an act of love isnât it?â The other man says. Before Nanami could respond, heâs polishing off the last few drops of his cider and getting off the chairâhe seemed much taller when he was standing. âCome now. This Supergirl of yours is quite the party- after draining The Chameleon she tends to head East towards the Golden Gai. Finish up your cider and then we can go.â
âR-right.â Nanamiâs hand almost falls to pat his stun gun reassuringly- but under the manâs scrutiny he reaches for the cider instead. âAnd sorry- what was your name again MrâŚ?â
âCome now, come now. We can save the pleasantries for when we walk there, young man.â
âRight.âÂ
Bringing it up to his lips.Â
Almost. âBut how did you know I was searching for Super-â
He sighs. âYou journalists ask too many questions.â
And with a forceful shove, heâs making Nanami chug down the cider - blood and peaches coating his tongue. And the sharp shot of something else he couldnât place.Â
âAnd you can call me Kenjaku, young man.â
And then itâs black.
âI saw the way Supergirlââ Spit. ââlooked at you. And I must thank you for leading her to me.â
Kilometers away, youâre in the middle of heading to the train station with Shoko. Youâd both gotten off work late and were lamenting what a pain itâd be to get up tomorrow morningâ
Your head snaps up.
Youâre immediately looking behind you.
âWhat is it?â Shoko asks with no small sense of emergency.
That gasp. That thud.Â
Youâve never heard it; yet youâd recognize it anywhere.
âSomething bad has happened.â
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Alleyways. Bar. Rats. Love Hotel. Alleyways. Bar. Bar. Alleyways. Alleyways. Alleyways.
Why did you have to go down so many alleyways?
It was a bar that youâd only been to once; the shadows were long and the cider was sweetâbut ultimately youâd decided that you didnât want to return. It was the day after youâd saved Nanami Kento.Â
And now you were doing the very same thing.
THE CHAMALEON had wound down for the night by the time that you skidded to a halt before it - with the tar road cratering beneath you as you stopped. Thereâs a thundering noise that echoes down the gloomy streets of this forgotten part of Kabukicho. You donât waste a single second longer before kicking the door open and storming insideâ
âAh~ my lovely Supergirl.â
âKenjaku.â You spit. The bar was empty save for the man seated at the counter - a dark waterfall of hair, darker eyes - and in his hand he held a single glass of what you assumed to be cider. âWhere is he-â
âSlow down, my dear.â He croons. âWhy donât you sit back? Have a drink or two? And then maybe we can-â
âWhere the fuck is he.â
It happens instantaneouslyâin a jerky movement youâre picking up an entire table by its leg. Using a mere fraction of your strength, you chuck it at the man - not quite to hit just yet - and it flies past him with naught a hairâs breadth of space between the side of his head and the table. Crashing against the wall of alcohol bottles in the back; liquor and shards of glass explode behind Kenjaku, yet he doesnât move a single muscle. Not a single muscle.
Not even his lips to speak.Â
It infuriates you that he can remain sitting and sipping his cider without a care in the world- and so youâre striding towards him. Though striding was perhaps a kinder word.
Grabbing a bottle off the counter, he breaks its end and attempts to stab you.
You dodge.
He stabs.
You dodge.
He swipes your cheekâ
âMotherfucker you better know that I donât care what you do to me-â Each word leaves you like a dagger. âI donât care how you hurt me-â And within a few seconds, youâve closed the gap completely to grip him by the collar and raise Kenjaku a foot off his chair. âBut what the fuck have these innocent people ever done to you?â
Suddenly, his eyes go wide and he starts laughing.
And youâre only watching in stunned silence.
You only can watchâKenjaku laughs long and unabashed, with a strange hitch like a crowâs call - he laughs so hard that he has to wipe away a tear. It sends red-hot fury curdling in your veins.
You reel your fist back.
Tightly-coiled. Trembling with anger.
And youâre just about to swingâ
When Kenjaku raises a single finger - the gesture humans often do when asking for a moment of your time - that makes you halt in your tracks. Whatever tricks he had up his sleeve, you didnât want to risk anything that might put Nanami in danger.
And so you wait.
And you watch.
As Kenjakuâs eyes fall to the glass of cider that had been kept on the counter. He takes it in his hand. He clears his throat, âYou should have been here earlier, oh- your little boyfriend was just drinking away his woes. Something about his love being a filthy alien, you see?â Those deep amethyst eyesâthey were so dark that they seemed to leave a stain where they then turned to look at you.
You canât take your eyes off of him - even as you bring your raised punch back and instead grasp Kenjakuâs neck with both hands. If you canât pummel him to death, you were ready to strangle him.
Your hands tighten.
âO-oh.â Kenjakuâs hands claw down your forearms, but heâs powerless against you. âThe truth hurts, doesnât it?â
They tighten.
âAnd you already know itâs true, donât you? You know that deep downâyouâre everything they say you are- youâre everything and worse-â They tighten. His skin starts turning blue then purple. âWhy else would they hate you so? They know- they know it and you do, too.â
They tighten.
And even though you had the upperhand, seemingly, Kenjaku seems to crane his head down to whisper to you.
âYou were nothing. You are nothing. You will always and forevermore be nothing.â
Your breath hitches- and Kenjaku knows heâs got you.
Unbidden from your senses, youâre letting go of him - he stumbles to the ground but manages to catch himself on the bar counter. Throwing an arm over it to steady himself, Kenjaku looks down at his cider glass once more, with only a few drops at the bottom of it.
He throws back those last few ounces and holds the glass out to you- âBe a dear for me, and help your little boyfriend get me another glass, will you? It seems heâs gotten hisâŚhands full.â
Shit.
Shit.
Youâre forgetting to even fly down to the barâyouâre breaking off a leg of a nearby stool then bending the metal into something that resembles a handcuff, quickly restraining Kenjaku for the time being before darting downstairs. There was a dingy staircase in the corner of the room, of which the rusty handrailing bends and warps as you grip it with your superhuman strength.
As you do, Kenjaku calls after youâŚâBut do be careful not to miss your train~!â
It doesnât take long before you find yourself at the bottom of a damp cellar- running to a Nanami Kento whoâd been hopelessly bound and gagged. His golden hair falls in front of his face. His skin glistens with sweat.
And as soon as you reach him, youâre noticing the sheer heat that radiates off of him.
It was as if he was on fireâ
Was this�
âNanami- Kento.â Youâre hissing - you donât need to untie those cloth restraints, youâre tearing straight through them. Removing the fabric gag and cupping his face, you look deep into his eyes. âKento- oh, are you alright? Speak to me-â
âGo.â
âWhat-â
âThe train.â Tears fell down his handsome cheeks. His bottom lip was trembling as though he was cold - even though he felt like an inferno to the touch. âMy darling, donât worry about me worry about the train-â
You insist. âWhat about the train, Kento?â
âKenjaku- fuck, I overheard him telling his henchmen to destruct the Yurikamome line on the Rainbow Bridge- the train is going to go over it any second nowââ
Brows furrowing, you focus your supersenses. Hearing. âBut that canât be, I should hearâŚâ
The zooming of a train. The distant rattling of train tracks that sounded different than usual - too different, too distant.Â
Then it hits you.
âKento, while you were here, did you encounter anythingâŚstrange?â
He strangles out. âThe peach cider he gave me- a-after that I justâŚâ
âI understand.â Your mind was racing a mile a minuteâKento. The train. Kento. The train. Kento. âKenjaku probably laced it with something to weaken you, and amongst that he must have addedâŚâ
Your blood goes cold.
âHold on tight.â And without another word, youâre scooping the man into your arms - a princess carry. You hold him to you like the most precious thing on Earth and Krypton as you crash! through the top of the cellarâpast several stories without a single scratch nor ache. Past bottles of liquor and ceramic tiles. Past layers of concrete and your fear.
Once youâre out into the wild night, youâre taking in incredible lungfuls of crisp air, soothing the burning sensation in your lungs.
You could almost ignore the gasps around you- as people whip out their cameras. This time, you donât shy from them.
Gently; youâre hovering down to the street below and setting Nanami down. âAre you okay, Kento?â
âYes- yes.â Heâs gasping as he struggles to stand- youâre attempting to help him, only for Nanami to back away as though afraid. Something painful twinges inside you.
And he must see the breaking of your expression - because heâs immediately rushing to answer. âThe thing that was in that ciderâŚit was Kryptonite, wasnât it?â Your silence is enough of an answer. âYou have to go.â
You step towards him. âWe have to get you to a hospital. The Kryptonite-â
âThe train-â
âJust let me-â
âThe Kryptonite will poison you before it ever even thinks of poisoning me. Do you really think Iâd ever- fucking ever put my life above yours?â Nanami Kento doesnât exactly yellâbut his voice carries to your superhuman senses above anything else. Anything else. âSave the people on the train. Save the world. Save yourself- for everything I love, please please leave me- save them, Supergirl.â
Youâre straightening.
âIâll be back for you, Kento.â
Stumbling back a few steps; you have to shake your head to do away with the fogginess of the Kryptonite.
And then youâre in the air once more.
Wind whipping your face. Cape thrashing behind you.
The clouds stick to your features and form condensation with how fast youâre flying to the train- fuck.
Once you get there, youâre seeing exactly what Nanami had been talking about.
The train track where the Yurikamome Line was going on top of - the lower deck of Rainbow Bridge - was completely obliterated in the middle. Throngs of metal sticking upwards. Train track rattling like a wounded snake. The train was charging full speed ahead, the driverless transit unaware of any anomaly in the track.Â
Just enough of a gap that it would prove fatal to the 160,000 passengers aboard.Â
Just enough of a gap that you could zip downâas fast as you could go. As low as you could afford. And as fearful as any human would have been in that moment - and just as foolhardy.Â
And as the Yurikamome Line heads towards the broken railroad, youâre lifting the train once it passes. The dip in the train track; youâre making up for it with your hands and your shouldersânever letting the Line falter even a single decreeâit stretches and stretches and sinks its heavy metal body down onto yours. Rolling over your shoulders. Like nothing youâve ever felt before- you have to keep your shoulders up. You have to keep your shoulders up. You have to keep your shoulders up.Â
Your body was indestructible. But youâre feeling cuts on your palms. But youâre feeling the strain on your core and your deltoids.
Every single axiom in your body was screamingâ
Towards the middle mark of the Yurikamome Line, you feel a dip- fuck.
Gritting your teeth, you let out a clenched groan as you push the train up. From inside you can hear passengers scream. And from the horizon, you can hear news helicopters thundering.
Please.
A tear runs down your cheek. You struggle to move.Â
Please. Please. Please.
Youâre pushing the train upwards with all your might.Â
Humanity above, only you know how strong you can be.Â
Be strong.
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Birds are twittering.
You would have assumed that the afterlife had no shortage of birds, too; but itâs a bit odd to you that theyâre singing a tune so jolly.
Personally, since you were dead, youâd like to sing something more lamentable.
âMy darling?â
Itâs so quiet that you almost donât hear it - but of course, you do. Youâre Supergirlâand you hear everything everyone says to you whether you want to or not. But this one in particular sounds quite pretty in your ears - even prettier than the spring melodies of birds - and it makes you realize ah- angelsâŚ
But at the same time youâre realizing that angels didnât exist on Krypton.
And then youâre shooting awake.
âFucking fuck!â
Your graceful resurrection is marked by knocking your head with none other than Nanami Kento - whom you found quite understandable to mistake for an angel. As youâre clutching your forehead and letting out a few swears, he lets out nothing but the sweetest, soft chuckleâand as your vision slowly grows used to the light and unblurs, youâre seeing the most beautiful smile on his face.Â
His eyes crinkled at the edges, framed by golden glasses. His cheeks had one faint dimple each. And he was looking at you with something humans had never looked at you with - love.
It couldnâtâŚ
Was that your heart thundering or his?
âYou donât know how happy I am that youâre awake.â Nanami whispers, as if afraid to break this fragile piece. This suspension in a place that didnât quite seem to be Earth nor Krypton. He presses his forehead to yoursââI wanted to thank you first, my darling.â
âThank meâŚfor what?â You ask- your voice is incredibly hoarse. How long have you been out for?Â
Once you clutch your throat, Nanami hastens to pluck a glass of water off the bedside cabinet. And as you drink- youâre looking around the room. The next time you speak, itâs with a slightly steadier tone. âAnd where are we?â
âAh- I guess I should apologize first.â Nanami says, sheepishly rubbing the blushing back of his neck. âWeâre at my apartment. Youâve been asleep for about sixteen hours now.â
Your lips part.
He hurries to explain. âChief Yaga from the police station wanted to keep you under their protection at the hospital, the Justice League insisted on keeping you at one of their quarters- your fan club wanted you all to themselves butâŚIâŚinsisted you wake up in a place thatâs somewhat of a home.â Eyes darting shyly downwards. âJust until you wake up- I asked Shoko and she wasnât sure where you lived, either. Youâre a very private person, Supergirl. And Superman is in outer space right now soâŚâ
âOhâŚIâŚI see.â You hold the glass limply in your hand. âAnd ah- fan club, you said?â
Nanami nods - you donât see any humor in his eyes. âYour rescue of the train was shown on every channel and program- every breaking news. The Daily Planet wonât stop printing, Iâve never seen anything like it.â
âThatâŚâ You feel strangely numb. âI donât even know what to say. And the casualties-â
âZero.â
âHow did you get to the hospital?â
âJust after you left, Shoko arrived with the police to save me and arrest Kenjaku. Did you know that sheâs a vigilante?â
You bite back a smile. âI did.â
He unabashedly smiles, as if meeting you for the first time. âAnd did you know that I know?â
âI figured by now.â Cocking your head.
âI always had a suspicion butâŚI donât know what hypnosis you did but it just wouldnât make sense in my mind. But when you came down to save me at the cellar, when you were affected by that Kryptonite it justâŚclicked.â
Heâs reaching a hand up to softly cup your right cheek.
âIt wouldnât have made sense to be anyone else.â
Itâs warm in Nanamiâs bedroom. And itâs even warmer underneath the thin nightdress youâre wearing- you wonder where he got such a thing? And when youâd been put into it? It seems that he catches the questions in your gaze as it dawns upon you what youâre wearingââI bought it for you after you got discharged at the hospital.â Nanami says. âShoko helped you into it- althoughtâŚI did help.â With a shy blush, heâs looking away.
And youâre closing your eyes and leaning into the touch of his hand. âThank you.âÂ
You donât need to specify for what.
âAnd then thereâs that.â Nanami surprises you as he says, reinvigorated. And how completely correct you were in him having those old movie star looks - that smile of his, with the soft little dimple on each cheek, should be on the big screen. He has a knowing glint in his eyes. âThank you for saving me- that time at the bakery.â
You feel a little breathless. âItâs no problem.â
âNo but it was- itâs how Kenjaku managed to escape. And I know how much you got torn apart in the papers for itââ His jaw clenches. âI saw it everyday.â
You look down at your hands, clasped on top of Nanamiâs sweet cream-white sheets. âItâs nothing.â
And slowly - but surely - at a pace that matches the hesitant staccato of your heartbeat, Nanamiâs own larger, roughened hands are sliding across the sheets. Intertwining with yours. âItâs not.âÂ
Your gaze was now flickering between your tangled hands and his unyielding gazeâyou didnât know which was more beautiful.
He continues, âAnd I canât thank you enough for everything youâve done. I know you donât feel as if youâve done enough to be thanked, but I can assure you- w-well, I donât know how much my word will mean to you if anything at all, but just-â
âKento.â You cut him off. âKiss me.â
His lips meet yours and you never wish for them to leave; he tastes like coffee with a hint of honey and everything youâve ever wanted. You feel as though you can finally breathe.
And he feels as though he canâtâand heâs searching for his first breath between your lips. Nanami gasps as you clutch his baby-blue button-up.Â
Nanamiâs hand caresses the back of your neck, and heâs cockinâ your head to the side so he can deepen the kiss. Eventually youâre feeling that initial sweetness of first contact melt into somthingâŚmoreâŚsomething that makes your skin simmer, as heâs letting his pinkish tongue brush your lower lip.
With a gasp youâre welcoming him inside.
And before you know it, youâre being laid flat on your back with Nanami hovering on top of you. With a tap at his broad shoulders, you signal him to get upâand when Nanamiâs on his knees before you youâre letting your handsâŚwander.
âO-oh.â His breath hitches. His Adamâs apple bobs. And a sizzling heat takes over the manâs body as your fingers trace the line of this throat- the valley of his pecs- the bumps of his abs.Â
All your knowledge of human anatomy led you to believe that he must be hiding immense strength beneath suits too-big for him, but even this was a surprise.
And then lower, lower, lowerâuntil youâre reaching his rock-hard erection.Â
âShitâŚâ The soft grunt escapes the back of Nanamiâs throatâunbidden. He immediately brings one roughened hand up to his mouth, chewinâ on the insides of his cheek as he watches your workings down below. Watches through half-lidded eyes as your palmâs meeting the bulge of his perfectly plaid pants. Cupping. Caressing.
Nanamiâs breath grows more nâ more ragged as you keep palming- fuck, he was so big.
You donât even have to use your x-ray vision to figure that out - but youâre doing so anyway. And what youâre seeing are about seven- eight? Inches of his swollen cock, all throbbing and pulsating underneath your touch. And beadsâno, puddles of precum were constantly tearing out from the top of his shaft, creating a mess underneath that made Nanami feel shy.
You swear heâs growing even bigger once he feels the staring.
âA-are you using yourâŚ?â Nanami asks, pushing his thick glasses up.
âMmm, maybe.â Youâre cheekily replying. And in mere split-seconds youâve used your heat vision to incinerate Nanamiâs fabrics without actually hurting him.
He gasps and instinctively goes up to cover his aching erection-
But youâre stopping him with a hand of your own. Those fingers of yours wrapping around Nanamiâs pale pink cockâheâs oh-so-thick at the base of it, surrounded by a scattering of golden tresses that graze the bottom of your hand.
Youâre squeezing the hilt of Nanamiâs shaft and he lets his head drop backwards with a moan- âFuh-fuck. I could cum right here and right now, you knowâŚ.â
âSo do it.â Youâre tugging his cock- until youâre reaching the mushroomy top of it and wipinâ away a speckle of precum. It feels so warm underneath your touchâhe was just melting for you. âBut just know that this is going to be a looooong night, Nanami Kento.â
He gulps.
Meanwhilst youâre pressing your lips to Nanamiâs while you keep a constant pace fisting his length. Breaking off from the heated kiss only to lean down and spit-
A direct glob of your saliva gluing to Nanamiâs puckered tip.
Heâs shivering as it gleamingly trickles down his lengthâthen reeling you into a kiss once more. âMmm- I can hear your heartbeat, Kento.â You smile into the kiss. âAny reason why it increases when youâre around me?â
âIâm in love with you and I cannot lie about it.â And you donât know what you expected - banter? Denial? But it certainly wasnât outright confession, and it certainly wasnât for Nanami to pant against your lipsâto push you back onto the coiled mattress, and shuffle his body down until heâs between your legs.Â
With languid movements, heâs pressing your legs to the side until each one is pinned to the soft cotton sheets. And you let him.
Your peripherals locked with his. Nanamiâs gold-rimmed glasses tracing your skin. Youâre running a hand through Nanamiâs blond mane as he presses a line of kisses up your right thigh, up your left thigh, before finallyâŚâMay I?â
âPlease.â
The next sound escaping you is a deafening trillâas in that very moment Nanami pushes his face nose-deep between those legs. And his tongueâs darting outwards and swabbinâ up - eating you out as though he was starving.
Almost wolfish.
Mouth gaped wide open. Honed canines stickinâ against the opened sides of your folds.Â
Your eyes dart to the back of your head- as youâre feeling the dots of his tastebuds push through your nightgown. He was eating you out through your nightgownâ
âKento, take a breather.â Youâre whispering down at him, peeping at the ravenous man through struggling lids. The pleasure was consuming every inch of you rapidly; and before long you snake a hand to lift up the nightgown. âLet me just take this off-â
âNo.â Nanamiâs warm hand comes gripping yours - with surprising strength for a human. âPlease- please keep it on.â He struggles.
To even speak.
To even keep his breathing even.
To even unlatch himself from your pussy for the mere moments he has to speak- he didnât want to waste a single second. And itâs with carnal ferocity that heâs stuffinâ himself back between your legs, flattening his tongue and pressing it against your hot folds. âA-at this point, it might just be the only thing keeping me sane, my darlingâŚif I feel you in all your entirety then I might just-â Nanamiâs voice cracks. â-break.â
âWhat do you mean, KentoâŚ?â Youâre breathing.Â
There was somethingâŚoff about the handsome man. Sure, it couldâve just been the heated proximity that was warping your perception of him; butâ
But that couldnât explain the nearly-frenzied pace of his heartbeat - 112 BPM to be exact - or the furious red flush creeping down his neck, or the way he was plastered in a cold sweat. Golden tresses gluing to his forehead and the forefront of your pelvis. One of those beads of perspiration runs down his attractive nosebridge nâ ends up positioning where he was pushing and pushing his sensual face into your puffy folds. Cheeks hollowing as heâs sucklinâ on them through the barely-there barrier of your nightgown.
And youâre swiping your thumb across it - feeling the slightly-sticker consistency of his sweat.Â
More so than normal.
And somehowâŚsweeter?
It doesnât take your heightened senses to realizeâyou start to tug on Nanamiâs sweaty scalp- but heâs hesitant to remove himself. Merely parting an inch or so with the most agonized groan. âKento- Kento, donât you feel a little different right now?â
âHmmmgh?â He asks with his bleary eyes struggling to focus on you.
âA little different? Maybe a littleâŚwarmer?â You watch as he has to think a little bit before nodding. âDonât you feel like youâre going to- hah, shatter on my pussy?â
âI do.â Nanami spits a glob of spittle down on your cunt, kissing it away before it trickles. âFuck, I do.â
âMmmââ Your back arches as his tongue straightens then starts dragging up and down your sopping slit languidly. âAnd arenât you wondering h-how exactly I know?â
âHow do you know, my darlingâŚ?â Sounding barely awake as he questions so.
âItâs becauseâŚâ And then youâre sitting up and starinâ down at his movie-star face, eyes half-lidded and his blond hair a mess. A few strands of it were falling in front of his gorgeous eyesâso youâre pushing them away with your hand- and Nanami shivers as though just splashed with cold water. â-Iâm feeling the same way.â A shiver runs down Nanamiâs spine. âThat aphrodisiac seems to be contagious.â
âA-aphrodisiac?â Nanamiâs eyes widen behind his spectacles.
And youâre giving him a soothing nod. âMhm. Back at the bar, it seems that what Kenjaku spiked you with was a Kryptonite solution. But what he hadnât accounted for was the fact that sometimesâŚKryptonite can have a bit of anâŚaphrodisical effect on humans.â
Youâre leaning down and kissing his pussy-drenched lips. âMmm, yeah, I can taste it on you still.â
Nanamiâs immediately lurching back- but this time, itâs your turn to be reeling him back in.Â
Keeping him delightfully hostage between your legs. âAnd where do you think youâre going, Earthling?â
âBut the Kryptonite-â Nanami pants. Even though his eyes kept constantly flickering down to your cunt as if his favorite baked good set out right in front of him. Syrupy-filled. âIt canât be good for you-â
âAt the weakened state itâs in now, itâs not bad for me either.â You smile. âThe aphrodisiac shouldnât impair you, either. But if you do not wish to fully continue-â
âI do.â The words canât leave Nanamiâs lips faster. Heâs shoving your legs further apart and whispering. âI do I do I doââ
Then pressing such a harsh open-mouthed kiss against your swollen folds - so hard that it honestly felt as though he was trying to permanently imprint its outline against your pussy. And then when heâs pressed hard enough and long enough and deeeep enoughâNanami jerks away with a wrangled moan.
âBut then since Iâm already brokenâŚâ
And in robotic movements- he pushes your nightgown up until your tits- and heâs plastering his hot lips aaaaall over your cunt. Tongue swiping urgently between your folds and fuckinâ inside like a damn animal.
âShitââ Moans bubble to your throat- seeping out with bubbles of spit. Youâre clawing through his sweaty locks, holding onto him for dear life. âShit, shit, shit- I didnât expect humans to be soâŚâ
âSâthis your first time on Earth?â He peeks up at you through his long lashes.
âIt is.â Youâre nodding. Biting onto your lower lip.
And something seems to shift behind Nanamiâs darkened eyes; he fixates them on you and doesnât waver a single second as he lets his tongue fully out. Lavishes the tender in-betweens of your pussylips with all his sensual kisses- âThen I better give you a proper welcome to Earth.â
And itâs with absolutely no warning that heâs increasing the speed of his thrusts.
Flarinâ that sopping wet muscle out so that it stretches out your first ring of muscle- you can feel the sides of Nanamiâs tongue slide-slide-sliding all down your channel. He was just so thick- you were feeling him so perfectly like this- and you canât help yourselfâŚyouâre activating your x-ray vision to see how deep Nanamiâs really going.
âA-a bit more to the left, KentoâŚâ You murmur. âAnd a little deeper- ngh.â
He looks up at you in slight surprise. âOh? You can see where Iâm going, my darling?â Experimentally, Nanami stabs a few more thorough probes- deep.
âX-ray vision, remember?â You gasp. Buckinâ up in a sloppy staccato every time Nanamiâs nearing with his tongue and his prominent nose- fuck, you loved how the tip of his nose pressed into your clit every time he surged forwards. âJust a bit deeper- oh, your fingers?â
With two of his calloused fingertips slidinâ up and down your vertical slit - accumulating the dewy droplets of slick you were letting out - he smiles. âI may not have superpowers, but something tells me youâre going to like this, Supergirl.â
âOh- shiiiiiit.â Itâs letting out the sloppiest squelch to have Nanamiâs fingers easing inside.Â
Theyâre so large- oh, your mouth drops as heâs burgeoning inside. Through your x-ray vision you could see that heâs scissoring inside- stretching aside that velvety channel- letting the doughy tips of his fingers probe inside like two searchlights attempting to pinpoint your most treasured spots. Heâs rovering in deeeeeep- and youâre letting your face press into the damp mattress. âYouâre enjoying this, Supergirl?â
âI-I am.â You huff. Youâre humpinâ up into his pretty face so hard that the bedframe was creaking and moaning. Just as you must have been.
âAnd is your- hah, favorite Earthling making you feel goodâ?â
Youâre levelling a half-hearted glare at him. âBold of you to assume- but yes.â His fingers are just so close- âTo the rightâŚâ
And heâs immediately heeding your every word- meanwhile, his mouth seemed to have felt a little lonely. Because Nanami hastens to latch his kiss-bitten lips around your throbbing clit. âGood. Because Iâm just made to make you feel good, my darling. I need this. I need this. Mâmade for this.â Huffing. âDonât be afraid to fuck my tongue as hard as you want- donât be afraid to s-suffocate me, because mâhere just to make youângh, feel goodââ
Pushing up into you.
Pressing himself between your legs even harder.
âI donât need to breathe- I need you to tell me where that g-spot is.â
Your headâs throwing backwards, thighs trembling around him- youâre soon wrapping your legs around Nanamiâs perspired head and locking your ankles around him. Digging his tongue even deeper- he crashes and crashes them against your clit in time with his probinâ fingers. âA little more-â
âHow much more?â
âJust about an inch- oh.â Youâre squawking out in a way thatâd be so embarrassing if it was anytime but now. âAnd to the leftâŚupwards.â
He notices that youâre almost shying away from his touch with every plap! of his palm hitting the forefront of your cunt. Harder. Fasterâeven though he may have been a gentleman, Nanamiâs fingers were decidedly not. Theyâre ravenous; managing to curl against the side of your walls, with your direction perfectly locating that one spot youâve been aching to be touched this entire time. And the human wastes no time pushing against it- you think youâre seeing starsâhey, was that Krypton?
Too occupied to come up with a concrete answer, however, youâre simply basking in the pleasure that Nanami was pouring through your veins.
And he only seems too happy to have your hips hikinâ higher and your pussy pushing up all the way until his nose- with every single thrust he was battering. Your gooey insides are shuddering at the sheer force, youâre feeling a tightness start to formulate at the pit of your stomach.Â
Something sore - blissfully so.
âI thinkâŚâ You gasp. âNo I knowââ And the thing about being Kryptonian was that it came with immense control over your physiology- which also meant that you could cum on demand. But oh, how much better it felt when it was being drawn out of you by Nanamiâs sweet sweet fingers.
Plunging - each time from the rounded tips of his digits and down until those knuckles, reddening at the persistent skin-to-skin contact - towards your g-spot every time. Multiple times a second.
â-Kento, Iâm going to cumââ
âSo cum fâme, Supergirl-â Nanami spits against your cunt. He sounds ragged- he sounds gone. His tone was a barely-there husk of what it had once been, and his eyes seemed unable to focus on anything but the pretty soakinâ pussy right in front of him. He kept his mouth so fucking full of your throbbing clit as he continued speaking. âCum fâmeâŚmy girl.â
Shitâheâs blushing just saying it. But the effect on you is undeniable - youâre throwing your head into the fluffy pillows and finally letting loose.Â
Wrenching on Nanamiâs hair. Squeezing his head till he almost suffocates- youâve got the feeling that he gladly would. Dragging your slick-glazed folds against his face and cumming and cumming.
As your euphoria rips straight through you - Nanami leaves his mouth further ajar and swivels his tongue inside as well. In addition to his fingers, heâs now attempting to squeeze his tongue inside to fuck you silly- to make your dazed peripherals roll to the back of your scalp. âThis is what Iâm made for.â And youâre unsure whether that was him or the aphrodisiac talking. âThis is all I ever wanna do nowâmmmââ He moans as syrupy juices stream down either side of his mouth and heâs sucking in your pussy. âMy darling, you donât know how badly I mean it when I say mâmade for you. For this pussy.â
You whimper as he perfects his tonguing thrusts to the rhythm of your orgasm. Hitting every single peak. âSh-shitâŚitâs becoming sensitiveâŚâ
âMy darling, Iâd rather die than leave this pussy from now onwards.â
âNever expected a gentleman like you to be so filthy.â You huff- rather difficult, considering how much he managed to take your breath away. As he prolongs your high until youâre dizzyâ
And then some.
âMmmm, Iâm sensitive.â Fondly; you tug on his golden strands. Nanami lets out a rumble of acknowledgement, but he doesnât move a single inch - merely grazing- not even properly eating you out anymore, heâs just sloppy grazing his hungry mouth against your sensitive cunt.Â
Lapping up the last few dredges of your slick.
Occasionally wishing to feel the clench of your hole- and letting it dip insideâ
âHck!â Tears start to well up behind your eyes. And you have to speak to something deep and carnal within Nanami - otherwise youâre getting the feeling that heâs never going to part his lips from your own drenched ones. âKento, you can stay here if you wantâŚâ
âMmm-â He eagerly runs his tongue between your velvety folds again.
â-but I was really thinking that we could use my x-ray visionâŚâ That seems to finally pique his interest, and heâs looking up at you. â-for something else. Something bigger, hm?â Pointedly, your eyes dip down.
He knows exactly what youâre talking about.
And in no time, Nanami Kentoâs shuffling up your twitching body - still oh-so-sensitive from your previous high. And his hips are closing towards yours, his ruby-red tip is slipping between your legs and sandwiching between your pussylips for a few thrust-thrust-thrustsââA-are you sure, my darl- oh.â
Before you claw at Nanamiâs muscular back and crush him against your body.
Against your hips- your readily awaiting cunt.
Just that sopping, sap-covered tip of his manages to fit inside in that moment - and youâre feeling it throb like heâs always wanted to be here. Filling up the cavern of your cunt and making your toes curl- such a delicious streeeetchâ! youâve never felt before. And Nanami watches as youâre on the verge of shattering just as he already hasâand he leans down to press a quick press on the edge of your chin. âM-mmmm.âÂ
But itâs hard even think let alone fucking speak with your soaking wet cunt wrapped around him like this. His very own taste of heaven.
Nanamiâs letting escape a few botched moans- before he decides to preserve whatever is left of his dignity, and bites down on his pathetically wobbling lip. Trying his very best to keep any noise from leaving him as he experimentally moves his hips behind and probes back inwards with his plump, puckered tip. Just the round girth of it openinâ you up even more. âSh-shiiiiiiitâmy darling, am I evenâŚâ
Youâre looping your arms around him and dragging him even closer. But Nanamiâs too far gone to even kiss you properly- and his lips end up sliding around your jawline. âEven what, Kento?â
Bleary eyes damn-near popping out of his skull. Skin flushed ever-redder due to the aphrodisiac or simply justâŚyou. Cock spurting out wad after wad of eager precumâhe just couldnât stop himself.
âAliveâŚâ Nanami rasps out.
And your jaw drops at the question. âIs thatâŚis that a joke, baby?â Although you already knew the answer- Nanami Kento was never the type to just joke.
And just as youâd expected, heâs furiously shaking his head and pumping out a few more overeager semi-thrusts. So overeager, in fact, that heâs ending up plopped out of your wettened cavern- and Nanami almost blows a fuse trying to get himself back in.
âLet me help you with that, Kento.â You giggle. Pushing aside his fumbling fingers, youâre wrapping your own around his incredibly thickened base - enough to make your mouth water.
Pointing the globular top of his shaft towards your cunt, you allow him to push inside once more. Breath hitching. Thighs shaking. Pants erratic as he does so- âAre you alright, baby?â You ask himâthis time opening your legs wider to let his furious inches shovel in. âDâyou think you can handle it if I use my powers to bring all of you inside?â
âYes butâŚno.â Nanami admits. He wears a sheepish smile on his face - almost shy. Which was in direct contrast with the way heâs scrapinâ his right hand down your core and resting it atop your womb. He looks at you with raised brows. âHere?â
You nod. âRight there.â Then youâre wiggling your hips down in order to take him deeperâ
But Nanamiâs stopping you with a hand at your waist- practically glued onto your skin. Heâs firm in his touch though not unkind. And Nanamiâs boring deeeeply into your eyes - your very soul - as heâs giving you light, shallow thrusts. Poking himself past that ruthless squeeze of your entrance. âIâŚhah, Iâll need your superpowers to tell me where I am, my darling. And exactly where you want me.âÂ
Then Nanami plants you with a particularly hard strike that sends his long cock digging. His sides were decorated with a zig-zagging pattern of veins that massages your delicate insides.
âBut as for fitting insideâŚâ His mouth fucking waters at the prospect - and you already know with your senses. The gentleman leans down and spits in your mouth. â-weâre gonna do it the human way, okay?â
âPlease-â Your nails start to dig into the shifting muscles of his back. âPlease-â
And heâs not doing it the human wayânot instantly. Before that; Nanami removes your palms from his shoulders and pins them above your head. Using but a single hand of his.
And you know you could easily overpower him - you just know it - but in this instance it makes something carnal twitch inside you to have the calm, soft-spoken gentleman shatter in this way on your pussy. It wasnât just the aphrodisiac: he was using one hand to restraint yours- so hard that you feel his nail marks, he was using the other to push your knees up until they hit your tits, he was pulling his cock out until it was juuuust the pretty, pinkish top of his shaft.
And then plunging back in.
As deep as he could go - until heâs feeling the little tightness of your entrance. Then reeling back out to repeat. And repeat.
And repeat.
And repeat.
Nanami Kento was stabbing you with his cock nearly a dozen times a secondâand he wasnât sweet with it- he wasnât fucking gentle.Â
He was utterly pussydrunk and fucking you just like it. âPlease, please, pleaseââ Nanamiâs attractive baritone hitches at the very end of his sentence, breaking into a million pieces just as he was. âSh-shit, itâs like the deeper I goâŚthe more I canât- hngh.â
âThink?â You flutter your lashes up at him.
âYeah.â He breathes. âThat.â
And you canât help but let out a little giggleâthe way his flared tip rubbed your insides was addictive. He was so wiiiiide above his sensitive slit, and that was pushing forcefully into every one of your hidden spots. âYouâre so close to my- hck! favorite spot, Kento. Do you remember where that was?âÂ
âMmm, my darling- remember?â Nanami looks down at you with crazed eyes. âI canât even remember my own name right now.â
âThen Iâll guide you.â
Though your arms were pinned to the bed, youâre able to careen your hips up into his. And that ruggedly handsome v-line of his was slowly growing redder at the repeated contact- to which youâre only pushing up even harder. âJust a little deeper- two inches?â Youâre using your x-ray vision to map out the perfect route to your g-spot. âAnd then a little more- fuck, angle your hips a little more to the left.â
âLike this?â He asks. Beautiful hazel eyes almost fluttering shut at the onslaught of sudden squeezes that your cunt was blessing him with. âFuck, how are you squeezing me even- deeper?â
But that doesnât stop Nanami from asking- âThen does that mean you canâŚsnap my dick off with that pussy, my darling?â
At first youâre in disbelief that such words could have possibly left Nanami Kentoâs - the Nanami Kentoâs - mouth. And then when itâs finally sunken in, youâre debating whether he was actually serious about itâhe looked serious enough. âAhâŚâ Your lips part. âKiss me.â
He does.
And as he does, that winding restraint of your legs tugs nâ tugs him ever-closer. Ever-deeper.
That bulbous tip of his was openinâ you up so fucking wellâhidden nooks you hadnât even known existed. And after a few more jerky thrusts, Nanami breaks the kiss with a rather lecherous slurp! and moves to huff against your ear. âI-is it all the way in, my dearest?â
âShouldnât you be the one to know that?â Youâre chuckling before looking down using your x-ray vision once more.
âTell me, my darling- tell me.â And Nanami Kento was always rather the stoic manânever combusting, never overreacting. But at this moment, it feels as though the longer heâs not fully stuffed in your cunt, the more and more heâs fucking losing it-
âWellâŚjust a few inches longer until youâre gonna be- hah-â Untangling one of your hands from his, youâre running it down your core. Your womb. â-here.â
And Nanami canât hurry up enough to pin your hands back on the mattress, replacing it with his own. He fucking moans when he realizes that - if he presses down hard enough, perhaps through your superhuman powers - you can make him feel himself bumpinâ thrusts from the outside. You continue. âBut youâre actually pretty close to- ah.â
Just then your words are taking on a trilling tone.
Almost matching his in terms of neediness.
Nanamiâs running his lengthy cock so deeeeep inside that he ends up rubbinâ his flared tip along either side of your channelâperfectly massaging that one spot youâve been yearning for this entire time. Itâs like a pretty target then that heâs never failing to hit over and over and over again- until youâre throbbing and raw inside.
And every one of his thrusts end up puncturing that spot. That sweet bundle of nerves that makes his mouth water- youâre shattering around his shaft every time he repeats the motion. âDeeper.â Nanami chokes out. âDeeper- now I just need you to take me even deeper. I donât just want it- I need it.â
And pressing your legs apart with his strong pelvis- heâs murmuring as he hones in.
That target at the back of your pussy.
That gummy surface that just seemed to be calling to him.
That area at the very bottom that just seemed soaked in his never-ending precumââI need it. I need it. I need it so fuckinâ badly.â He was slurring on his words by this point, and Nanami noses down the column of your throat. âItâs like every atom inside me is burning up. Not just because of the fuck- aphrodisiac.â
âNot justâŚ?â You ask with widened eyes.
And heâs grinding down on the heavenly spot between your legs - so hard that the scruff of his happy trail massages your clit. And itâs such a primal sensation that you donât think youâd ever be able to replicateânot even with your hypercontrol. âNot just.â He dips his face into the crook of your neck, hair sticking to your clammy skin. âMy darling, your bodyâs liquor.â
Harder and harder.Â
With a few more thorough strokes, Nanamiâs finally - finally - bottoming out.Â
You feel the moment he empties out those thick, throbbing inches with a rough bang! The velvety end of his tip swipes across your cervix- and youâre shivering at the rope of goey precum heâs leaving behind. âSh-shiiiiiit.â
âHave IâŚ?â Nanamiâs pupils dilate. âHave IâŚâ And he keeps fucking you in merciless thrusts.
You smile, âWhy donât you see for yourself, Kento?â He seriously didnât realize, yet?
Nanami blinks dazedly a few times- before heâs slowly ducking his head downwards and staring at the place where you two were connected. Where your puffy pussylips were struggling to swallow down his red cockâand his heavy balls were thwack-thwack-thwacking away. And itâs enough to make his mouth water.
âOh.â
His breath hitches as he sees that lilâ tummy bulge he was fucking into you.
And Nanami falters his hips - for just a split-second - so that he could reach down and give that tummy bulge a kissâa fucking kiss. Coming back up with the most accomplished smile- âI-I think mâclose, my darling.â
âSo then cum, Kento.â Youâre breaking free of his restraint to throw your arms around him again. âAnd Iâll-â
âNo.â The blond man already knew what you were going to say. Shaking his sweaty head, âI wonât let you make yourself cum using your powers, my dearâthis Earthling is going to do it himself.â
So youâre keeping your mouth shut and giving into the pleasure - and on Krypton you may have had to use your physiological control to get yourself off most of the time- but Nanami was hellbent on making you feel better than he already was. Heâs slamminâ away into your g-spot. Heâs using his now-free hand to roll over your clit.
Again and again and againâ
As many times as he needed to in order to push you towards your high - even if it meant rubbinâ his reddened cock raw against the sopping hot insides of your cunt. In next to no time; Nanami has your toes curling at the sheer amount of pleasure shooting up from them.
And youâre babbling away into the grove of his neck, âK-Kento, Iâm closeâŚâ
âPlease-â He sounds very much ruined by how heâs had to push his own orgasm for yours- gladly, at that. âP-pleaseâŚâ A ribbon of spit glides from the corner of his mouth, and Nanami pushes down on your tummy bulge using his chiselled abs. âCum on my cock, my girl.â
Youâre both reaching your highs at the same time - Nanamiâs with a few more choked-up groans and the sloppiest thrusts youâve ever had the pleasure of receiving, and you with a few more replays of his name and the bed frame shattering underneath you. Itâs solely from using your super strength to fuck back into Nanamiâs cock - something you hadnât even realized youâd been doing.
Your brain feels completely fried by the crescendo of your high- getting every peak of it smacked! by Nanamiâs ruthless hips.
Again and againâheâs pumping out scalding white globs of cum.
It empties out midway down your walls and smears once heâs hittinâ your cervix. âCum on my- cum on myâŚoh, fuck.â Nanamiâs pupils tremble- âDonât think Iâve ever felt like this beforeâŚâ
âMmm, me neither.â You coo up at him. Your own orgasm was taking over you nerve by nerveâflooding it with white-hot pleasure. Back arching. Knees trembling. It thrums inside of you - and youâre wondering just how potent that aphrodisiac is, because your heartbeatâs almost concerningly fastâ
âSâthat so?â Nanami slurs. Pressing a chaste peck to your lips as he fucks his cum inside you. âBecause Iâm not just talking about the sex.â
Oh.
The realization hits you like a freight truck - or maybe a block of Kryptonite. Your heartbeat wasnât increasing just because of the aphrodisiac. Not at all.
Youâre pressing your lips to Nanamiâs once more, and you can see yourself doing it over and over and over again.
âMe too.â
And then after a moment, you laugh.
âKento, we broke the bed.â
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SUPERVILLAIN KENJAKU FINALLY ARRESTED! REVEALED TO BE BEHIND RAINBOW BRIDGE SITUATION AND SLANDER CAMPAIGN AGAINST SUPERGIRLâŚ
âI spy with my little eyeâŚâ Shokoâs knowing gaze flickers between you and Nanami. â-a smile. Two smiles.â
Nanamiâs warm gaze turns to you. âAh, whatâs there not to smile about?â
âConsidering Iâve finally cleared up my name.â You respond. And it was true; ever since the highly-publicized double heroism in which you saved both Nanami and managed to prevent the Yurikamome Line accident, the headlines couldnât get enough of your name. Except this timeâŚit wasnât a bitter taste on their tongues.Â
Were we wrong about Supergirl? Was Kenjaku behind the hate campaign?
(Partially. You donât doubt that that man had his fingers in every pot and scheme possible, but you donât doubt that most of it was pure human vitriol. And you hoped Kenjaku continued seethingâŚfrom Tokyo Island Penitentiary.)
It was sweet.
And you werenât naive enough to believe that the criticism would stop immediately - or in fact ever - but that was alright now. That was fine.Â
When you were you.
And you had Nanami beside youâ
He intertwines his hand with yours- and Shoko pretends to gag at the sweet, sweet act. The both of you are shaking your heads at her dramatics; which you know she didnât mean considering the cover page that sheâd been staring at at that very moment.
That second headline.
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By Nanami Kento.
Underneath those words were a picture snapped from the night youâd save Nanami for the second time.Â
Youâre crashing through the ceiling of Kenjakuâs bar. Youâre carrying Nanami Kento in a princess carry. You. You. You. Powerful and precise. And the way that Nanami was staring at you- oh, he had stars in his eyes brighter than the night sky in the background. His arms were holding onto you like a lifeline, and you were unfettered as you held him close like a star himself.
It was the very picture of heroism.
But to you, it was alsoâŚ
âLove.â Shoko whispers. âYouâre in love.â
And youâre opening your mouth in response - but youâre spared from answering, as you hear something in the distanceâa scream. Downtown Shibuya. There was a mugging in occurrence and the perpetrator seemed to have a weapon.
Youâre looking at Nanami and Shoko, and both nod as they recognize the hardened glint in your eye.
Theyâd come up with some believable excuse for your absence, surely. And if they didnâtâŚ
Youâre sweeping a glance at the mundane cubicles to make sure no one was watching- then ducking out of the nearest open window as fast as light. On strong summer winds, youâre flying off to save someoneâand underneath that grey coat of yours flapped your iconic suit. You tear it open at the chest to reveal the âSâ underneath.
What about horse cock Clark who fucks reader so hard she nearly passes out and it makes him all whimpery and whiny but heâs kinda proud of it
clarkâs in deep. deep. his balls are touching her lips, he feels how deep her walls really go and if he flipped her over heâd probably see the fat lump of his cock bulging out of her stomach.
âthere you go baby, youâve got all of it in now. I know itâs a lot, I know.â
sheâs screaming into her pillow to muffle the noise, her pussy gripping him in a slippery warm hug while he smoothes his dick all the way out, runs the tip back to her clit, then slides it all the way back in. she loves how many places he can caress, can hit all her grooves and fill her up so much that when she clenches she can feel how connected they are to the brim.
âknew you could do it. sâthis feel good? you like all this dick inside you or do you want a smaller one?â
she squeals into her pillow and shakes her head adamantly, clenching down to non verbally emphasize to him what her answer to that stupid question was. he challenges her again, shoving it all the way in so deep that she leaks some fluid on him on the pull out, fresh cream gracing his dick making him grin and push himself back in, closing his eyes with his mouth open.
âhuh? I didnât get an answer baby, you like feeling full of dick this big or do you wanna go back to your exâs small one?â
âno! no, no clark, just yours. I only need yours.â
âatta girl,â he chuckles, resuming his pace when he got the answer that he wanted. it took only a few more minutes of him gliding himself in balls deep and watching her wither and cry until heâs turning into a whiny mess himself.
âoh god, oh god baby thatâs so good, your pussy was made for this dick,â he whimpers. has to hold out and harshly grip the base of his dick on one pull out so that he doesnât bust prematurely. she grinds back against him and doesnât seem to give a shit that he was trying to hold himself back with his hand, pushing her ass forwards so that she could swallow up more of his cock.
âbaby Iâm gonna cum if you keep going like that,â clark warns with a shaky breath, losing his composure when she still points her ass up and clenches.
âI need it. fuck me harder. I need you to ruin me.â
clark hums through another whimper and gathers himself. wipes some sweat lingering off his forehead and then grabs her hips to hold her in place.
âyeah? you want it hard and fast?â
âfucking yesââ
clark doesnât even let her finish her thought before heâs slamming in and already making her gasp. he yanks himself out and then quickly slams himself back in, repeatedly angling himself in ways that hit up against all of her favorite spots. a bigger mess starts to gather on his dick, and both of them have turned into a crying, whining mess, matching each otherâs moans while he moves with so much ferocity and momentum that the bed creaks and pushes up against the wall.
he can feel it when she cums, twice in quick succession, falling apart on his dick while she screams into her pillow and lazily grinds back. clark isnât far behind, not at all. a few vicious pumps later and heâs spurting everything heâs held inside, cum dribbling between her pussy lips and already starting to fall out while he whines and tries to catch up with her. she doesnât move after that. doesnât speak. her head is still shoved in the pillow, deep breaths that at least tell him sheâs still alive, and he taps her shoulder, shakes her gently to check in and see if sheâs really okay.
âbaby, baby is everything okay? was it too hard? I shouldâve gone slower. goshâŚ.â
his eyebrows pinch in when his mind floods with worry, turning her over to find that he just fucked her right to sleep.
when she hums lazily, more than half asleep, letting him know sheâs okay without even lifting her eyes, she quickly drifts back to her wonderland and her breathing deepens once again. clark laughs while he gets up to fetch her a towel for the mess still spilling down her legs, wipes her clean with a warm rag. he leans in and kisses her forehead before pulling her in his arms, smug as he realizes he just fucked her so good that she didnât wait even a beat until she was passing out. it pulls a smirk on his face as he rubs her shoulder, observes her as she sleeps. she didnât get up for over an hour, only briefly to chug some of the water he left on her side table before passing out yet again. clark sees how relaxed, how loose and drowsy and still more worry-free than sheâs ever been after taking his dick all the way to her stomach. it puts pride in his heart to know how heâs capable of giving it to her so good she loses consciousness
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I love this and also also considerâŚâŚ clark fucking her so hard and so deep she gets a nosebleed
what could possibly be hotter than waking up in bed being bracketed by two, hulking men, eager for your attention. thatâs what lazy mornings with bruce wayne and clark kent would look like.
being lifted with ease onto clarkâs lap where his morning wood presses at the soft fabric of his sweats. a quick adjustment of his thighs slide you further down so your clit catches his hard on. being sleepy still and bruce coming up from behind you to rub your clit, encouraging you to grind and soak clark with your arousal.
the man behind you, places open mouthed kisses down your pulse as heâs tugging at your shorts, âtake emâ off. let him feel you taking what you need.â
clark stiffens beneath at bruceâs words, eager to feel your heat directly on him as you dry hump yourself into an orgasm. ân-need these off,â heâd whine pathetically, pulling the waistband of his sweats down. feeling you twitch on him, without any barriers, it felt so potent that his hands snap to your hips. sliding up your torso to cup around your clothed tits.
Synopsis. Name: Fushiguro Toji.
Age: (Do not ask unless you wish to be kicked).
Type: Bos taurusâin other wordsâŚa bull hybrid.
Other notes: This particularly proud bull hybrid is already matedâwith you! Is known to be a patient and attentive mate, despite his rough exterior. Although if Fushiguro Toji isnât available when you go into heat, you know who to askâŚyour sweet farmer Shiu.
Got enough milk for two?
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader x Shiu Kong
Content. MDNI, fem!cow hybrid!reader, bull hybrid!Toji, farmer!Shiu, farm AU, hybrid AU, somewhat Iove triangIes, heats, ruts, matĂŹng bonds, accidental heat-inducing, Toji turns that truck around, thrèesome, mmf, somewhat eiffeI tower, oraI (m + f), fĂŹngering, spĂŹtting, suffocating (he hopes to), chokĂŹng, tongue f, brief breathpIay, Tojiâs BIG, size differences, making it fit, pushing down on stomach, RULES, teasing, running from it, Tojiâs mean, Shiuâs rather nice, MANHANDLlNG, fuII neIsons, Tojiâs pĂŹercings, taking turns, impromptu bIindfolds, guessing games, punishments, p talking, p sIapping, DP, big stretches, cervĂŹx smooches, a bit fruity, Iactation, dĂšmbification, pĂšssydrunk Shiu, pheromones, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, KNOTS, implied marathons, implied brèeding, getting together, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. Â 14.8k
A/N. IâM BAAAAAAAAAAAACK and in honor of my 21st birthday thought 2 + 1 = 3. How about a 3soooome?? A continuation of this fic by me but can be read aIone, previous fic inspired by this tiktok by the gorgeous @/v4mpyrf4e <33
âYâknowâŚâ Tojiâs chuckle comes out sharpâit hits the back of your neck in a steaming pant. And he doesnât have to use entirely a lot of force to drag you backwards- just the simplest tug usinâ his headlock and youâre gasping down his length.Â
Just as you have been for hours now- for what feels like days.
The ground beneath you is dampened with sweat and spittle, those sun-cured hay cubes are a mess- your throat is run absolutely ragged. And yet Fushiguro Toji wasnât one to slow down - especially not during his ruts.Â
The bull hybrid leans inâand you can feel the smoothness of his septum dragging down the side of your face. Heâs wrapping his tail around your left thigh and hauling you to his hips. â-youâre never gonna find another mate like me, girl.â
And just as youâre opening your mouth to answer - to agree, to gasp, to sob - the doors of the barn house slam open.
And there stands your dear farmer, Shiu Kong.
Now, Shiu Kong must have known what he was walking into.
He must have-
Or at least one would thinkâhell, Shiu himself had assumed so and mentally prepared himself for about fifteen minutes outside the barn house before walking inside to tell the two of you to keep it down (those sensitive horse hybrids were complaining!) But he had never expected- fuck. This was all that damned Kusakabeâs fault.
Itâd been about two months since Fushiguro Toji was added to his farmyard roster. Ever since his supposed âbest friendâ had gone and dumped the proud bull hybrid on Shiuâs otherwise idyllic farm. It was meant to be temporary - just a few days watching over him until Kusakabe returned from a Hybrid Farms Convention in Tokyo. Meant to beâŚ
But he was bigger than the rest. Broader. Gruffer. With pierced ears and the sleekest black coat on his lower half.Â
So Toji had drawn gazes - one of which being from you, his most prized cow hybrid, specifically.
And Shiu couldnât have that.
Especially not given the fact that you were the sweetest, softest thingâŚoh, alright you were his favorite. A part of him almost expected that having a prime bull hybrid around so many unmated cow hybrids would be nothing but trouble. But he just didnât expect Toji to go after his favorite- anyone but you.
Thus heâd spared no expense keeping the two of you apart.Â
Yet in the end it hadnât mattered how many padlocks (twenty, at the last count) or planks that Shiu had fastened on Tojiâs separate enclosureâbecause a padlock is only as good as itâs locked. And only three days into Tojiâs stay, heâd forgotten to lock that damned thing before leaving the farm on an errand- was about halfway out of town by the time that heâd remembered.Â
And turned that truck around in the middle of the highway.
Of course, by the time that Shiu actually arrived at the farm and thrown those barn house doors open - much like he had done tonight - the two of you were already tangled up nâ mated. With you humming delightedly into Tojiâs neckâbite marks down every inch of it. The creamy scent of pheromones wafting out of the barn house and saturating the farmyard air.
And Toji himself hadnât spared you an ounce of mercy.
As teeth marks were indented all along your supple skin; especially âround each areola of yours which Toji pinched. Letting milk flood out of Shiuâs beloved cow hybrid. Looking straight at him.
Fuck.
Shiu remembers it as clear as day.
Did he mention that he was rock-fucking-hard then? He probably shouldnât have mentioned thatâŚ
Because it only makes him think about how hard he was right now, too.Â
He was staring at a vision that was quite similar: Toji was ramming into you like there was no tomorrow- so fast that heâs only seeing the blur of his angry cock and the smack-smack-smacking of skin-on-skin. Except this time you were on all fours.
So Shiu was given the perfect view of your pretty tail swishing from side-to-side. Only growing more agitated as Toji grows faster.
The farmer watches as Tojiâs hand wraps around your tail and drags you backwards- so disrespectful. A few more bite marks. A few more shakes of your pretty thighs - he gets the sense that youâd be collapsing onto the floor if Toji wasnât helping hold you up. And once again Shiuâs struck by just how pliable you are underneath the other man.
âCâmon now-â Toji grunts. âGiddy up. Almost there.â
Youâre shaking even harder. Your skin was glistening with sweat. Your eyes dazedly drift towards the other man - and he knows by that glint in your eyes- he knows it.Â
He knows that youâre about to cum.
And youâre throwing your head back with what he assumes to be a moan announcing your crescendoââShi- oh.â
Oh.
Were you about to�
Oh fucking-
And Shiu considers himself an intellectual man - he really does. Heâs usually quick with his quips and isnât the most inerudite of the rowdy bunch down at the bars; but thisâŚthis leaves his brain blue-screening and his mouth hanging stupidly open. Almost in a mirror of yours.
He can only stand and watch - cock throbbing in his denim overalls - as youâre tremblinâ all between Tojiâs harsh thrusts. The way he fucks you is rudeâas if the sound of the other manâs name on your lips almost spurs him on further.
He had to remind you who your mate was, after all.
Youâre growing limp once your wave of bliss is completely bated. And itâs with a deafening slurp! that Toji himself finishes.
Polishinâ off what Shiu assumes to be your sweetest inside with his long, clingy ropes of cum- so much so that heâs seeing a ring of white start to formulate around Tojiâs length. Lucky fucker. Shiuâs mouth goes dry as Toji pins your hips to the hay-littered ground and fucks and fucks his cum into you ruthlessly.
After a few prolonged minutes, he finally sets your waist free and lets your body droop onto the floor completely.
And between pants, Toji manages to whisper- âWhat the fuck?â Though his keen senses had already picked up on the fact that the farmer had intruded on your littleâŚrut session, itâs only now that Tojiâs finally turning.
The veins on his neck popping and prominent. Eyes greener than the brightest field - narrowed. It was as if he was finally seeing the farmer as more than simple amusement or some guy to poke âround with his horns sometimes - a challenge.
Was it just Shiu or were Tojiâs horns looking extra sharp tonight?Â
âAnd remember that.â Shiu speaks with courage that he did not haveâto hell with not biting the hand that feeds. Shiu mightâve been the farmer but he was less than a pigsty in Tojiâs eyes. Or so he felt. âNext time your pretty girl cums, sheâll be saying my name.â
Toji doesnât even pull out of you before he snipes- âNext time you say shit like that, theyâll carry you out in a wheelbarrow.â
You, pointedly, kept your mouth shut to avoid saying anything more inflammatory.
And you best believe that heâs stepping back from those barn house doors as soon as he could - what was that he said about considering himself an intellectual man? Heâs letting the doors slam behind him and waiting for a moment outside until he hears the two of you start it up againâthose horse hybrids and their beauty sleep be damned.
With that said, Shiu takes a deep breath and heads back to his farmhouse.
The time was 12:28AM and he spends the next hour rubbinâ his cock raw to the memory of you almost moaning his name.
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ââŚWhat did you just say to me?â And something mustâve shown in Shiuâs tone, because his friend groans from the other end of the lineââoh, câmon man-â
And never in his life has he let out a louder sigh. Pointed, too.
Because here Shiu was carrying on his early morning duties - ensuring herd checks and watering some of the trees, just going into the barn house to do some milking - when he gets a phone callâand from who else? Kusakabe Atsuya himself.
Now, Shiu has long since gotten used to dreading Kusakabeâs phone calls. The manâs his best friend, but a phone call from him was never bound to end well - heâs the entire reason he has a massive bull hybrid mated with you in the first place. So needless to say it didnât start off on the right foot. But then the words left his mouthâ
â-Tokyo Hybrid Farm Convention-â
And Shiu almost ended the call then and there.Â
But Kusakabe mustâve had an inkling. Because he yelped out a few pleas- âWait wait wait wait- please, I promise youâre going to want to hear this.â
And Shiu had no choice but to groan and comply. At least hear the man out. âAlright, but you better be quick. The cow hybrids need to be milked before noon.â
âOh please- you and I both know that youâre just impatient to see your âpretty girlâ, yeah?â Kusakabe hurries before his best friend loses his patience. âAnywaysâhear me out- thereâs a Hybrid Farm Convention in Tokyo-â
âIâm not-â
âAnd this time itâs for the hybrids.â Kusakabe cuts him off. Then basks in Shiuâs stunned silence for a few seconds, âAnd I know I ended up dumping Toji on you for a few daysâŚand eventuallyâŚpermanently, but let me make it up to you by getting him a new hoof-trimming chute. And maybe while Iâm there I can even get him fitted for a new bull ring.â
Shiu rubs his chin in thoughtfulness. âI have been meaning to get him a larger oneâŚâ
âThen itâs settled.â Kusakabe says gleefully. âIâll get you the ring and take Toji off your hands for a day.â
âCanât it be a few days?â Shiu grumbles.
âNo way, man. Heâs all yours- consider me the babysitter.âÂ
âWhatever- better than nothing.âÂ
âSo Iâll pick him up in an hour or two, yeah?â Kusakabe affirms, and from the other end of the line Shiu can hear some shuffling. A truck door slamming. âIâll have him back to you around midnight.â
âTake your time.â
And with just a few more words shared, Shiuâs ending the call. He stands at the door to the barn house in a way far too reminiscent of the night beforeâand from here he can see you nuzzlinâ up to Toji for warmth as the early morning sunlight creeps into your hay-scattered abode. It really was a heartwarming sight, the two of you - if only Toji wasnât glaring at him as if he wanted to trample over him.
However, this time, Shiu was the one with the upper hand. âGuess what, hotshot?â He goads at the bull hybrid, and it works to make his olâ golden nose ring huff. âYouâre going to be going on a little field trip today.â
Toji scoffs and rests his chin on your head.
âOh no- Iâm afraid this oneâs going to be a bachelorâs trip.â The most wicked smile twitches at his lips. He watches Tojiâs brows furrow and his front legs start to kick at the ground as if about to charge. âYouâll be going to the Hybrid Farm Convention in Tokyo with your old pal Kusakabe, isnât that exciting?â
The look on Tojiâs face was âmost certainly notâ.
âThen we can replace that old-fashioned ring of yours with a new one. Make that ugly mug a little more handsome, hm?â
âMy ass is more handsome than you.â
âReal mature.â Shiu shakes his head as Toji flips him off and struts away outsideâhis midnight-black hair gleams under the morning sun, and the muscles of his upper half are almost Herculean. Shiu follows your gaze to the bull hybrid.Â
With a fond chuckle, the farmer then walks over to you and runs his fingers across your scalp. Reaching that one spot he knew you loved so much- scratching behind your hybrid ears. âI donât know how you put up with him, pretty girlie.â
âHeâs really not that bad once you get to know him.â Youâre softly nuzzling into him.
Shiu shudders as he thinks back to last night. âYeah, well I think I know him a little too- hey, are you feeling a little warm?â
âHmmm?â Absent-mindedly youâre humming.
âIâm serious, girl.â Shiuâs brows furrow- and heâs taking his hand off of your scalp to feel the temperature on your forehead. âI think youâre a little warm.â
Eyes closed, youâre only pushing against him- yearning for his touch. And Shiu tries not to think about that too hard. âI was just in the sun, Shiu.â
âYeah butâŚâ Now that he thinks about it- you were particularly touchy todayâalmost needy. And heâs sure he wasnât imagining the scent of soft sweet cream that lingered in the barn house today. Although that wouldnât make sense - cow hybrids were prone to one heat cycle a month, for about a week give or take.
And youâd just finished your cycle two weeks agoâŚShiu would know.
He hadnât gotten a wink of sleep those past few days. And as if that wasnât bad enough- immediately after your heat, Tojiâs rut had started up.Â
The farmer turns his head and looks at the little homemade calendar hung up at the end of the barn. It contained all the dates of the hybridsâ heats and ruts and when he might expect them nextâand not to brag, but it had a 97% accuracy rate. The 3% was when Toji wanted to piss him off and somehow manage to draw his rut out a little longer.
But according to that- you should be in the all-clear. He furrows his brows at the color-coded green zone. What can he say? Shiu Kong liked pretty things, okay?
Aforementioned Shiu Kong looks at you. âMaybeâŚhm, maybe itâs just a little fever, pretty girl. That brute mustâve worn you out.â Youâre shyly bumping your shoulder into him, and he runs his hand across your body. âNow then I need you to get some rest, okay? Go sleep and Iâll bring over your breakfast- oh.â Just then, his hand dips up to the swell of your chest where your tits were. âAnd Iâll milk you tomorrow depending on how youâre feeling, does that sound good?â
Almost dazedly, youâre nodding with a smile. âMmm sâgood, Shiu.â
A thrill zips down his spine - he ignores it. âG-good. Go on now.â And right before he himself leaves the barn house, Shiu says. âAnd do try to convince Toji that itâd be good for him to get a new ring. The fool doesnât realize the power he has in emptying Kusakabeâs pockets.â
Shiu gently closes the door to head back to his duties.
He flips Toji off behind his back.
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At 12:21PM on the dot (Kusakabe said heâd be here half an hour ago) his best friendâs truck is parked in his vast farmland. And Shiu helps Toji into a hybrid trailerâhe could have just gone in the passenger-side seat, but Shiu didnât trust Toji one bit to not just open the door and jump out. Perhaps even outrun that truck at the first instance of missing you.
Honestly, he might just do the same with the trailer tooâŚ
But Shiu doesnât tell Kusakabe this - instead heâs letting the man load his prized bull hybrid. And then clapping him on the shoulder, âAlright- heâs your problem now.â
âJust for today.â Kusakabe rolls his eyes. âA day longer and he might just drive the truck himself getting back to his mate.â
He whispers, ââŚI wouldnât count on him not to do that today, either.â
âWhat was that?â
âNothing.â Shiu amends. Looking at the huffing nâ puffing Toji inside the trailer, arms crossed. âJust that heâs a romantic.â
âThat he is.â Kusakabe tips his hat and waves himself off. âAlright- midnight, yeah?â
âLike I said- take your time.â He says, eagerly- perhaps a little too eagerly.
The other man gets into the truck and slams the door shut - the force causes that hunk of rusted metal to wobble and creak, like an old manâs laugh. Shiu gets the sense that the entire world seemed to be laughing at him at that momentâincluding his best friend. Was he really that obvious?Â
Shiu walks up to Kusakabeâs window and leans against it. âWhat the hell are you laughing at?â
âOh- nothing.â Kusakabe has the audacity to wipe off a mirthful tear. âJust that it reminds me of back then. Bet youâre really happy to have some alone time with your pretty girl, huh?â
âYou say that like itâs been ages since Tojiâs been here.â Shiu scoffs. âSheâs known me longer- probably still likes me better too. You know she only lets me-â
â-milk her.â Kusakabe interrupts. Amusement on his features at the familiar words, âYeah yeah. Youâve said it once before, man. Or maybe twice. Thrice. Fifteen times-â
âWhatever, man.â
Shiu kicks off the side of Kusakabeâs truck and gives it a customary slap on the bonnet.Â
âDrive safe. Even if you get stranded this time, Iâm not coming to pick you up.â
âWhat a friend.â Kusakabe starts pulling the truck ahead and calls out as he goes. âTake care of the pretty girl when her mateâs not around~â
âYou know I will.â
And as he watches the truck pull away with Toji inside the trailerâthe bull hybrid lets out a mournful sound. Itâs as Shiu feels a soft head rest against him that he realizes youâd joined him in the farewell; longingly watching your mate be hauled off.Â
âItâs just for the convention, pretty girl.â Shiu mutters to you. He reaches to scratch behind your hybrid ears but- the faint heat radiating off you makes him pause. âIsâŚit just me or has your fever gotten worse?â
âMmm, dunno.â You murmur thickly. You push deeper against his body and Shiuâs suddenly hit with a lingering scent of dairy and fresh flowers, presumably from last night.
âIf this gets any worse then we might have to pay a visit to Dr. ShokoâŚâ
Fervently, youâre shaking your head.Â
Although you liked the cool and composed otter hybrid, Dr. Shoko, actually visiting the doctor was another thing. And so Shiu let it slide - for now - as he advised you to stay out of the sunlight and get some more restâheâll bring some cool drinks over after heâs done tending to the horse hybridsâ hair.
Shiu watches as you totter off into the barn house once more.
Heâll have to keep a close eye on youâŚ
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3:18PM
The farmdog hybrids were particularly energetic today - Shiu spent just about two hours straight neglecting his tractor maintenance to throw frisbees with them. Ah, to hell with that old thing. Maybe next time heâll accompany Kusakabe to those Tokyo conventions and see if they have discounts on tractors.Â
Although he knows he shouldnât have been so careless - but you canât blame a farmer for letting loose! Especially not when - usually - whenever he did this sort of thingâitâd only end up with Fushiguro Toji trampling all over the frisbee for the sake of it.
Especially not when itâs exactly what got him to notice the state of you in the first place.
Shiu had thrown the frisbee too far. It had landed somewhere by the pond, and Shiu didnât want Ino getting his coat all muddied again- so he told the canine hybrid to stay put as he himself trudged through all the vegetation and too-soft earth. AhâŚremind him to unweed this mess sometime soon. Spike rushes stuck to his boots, and water lilies waded towards him as the farmer determinedly made his way to the frisbee.Â
Just bending down to get it when-
Letting out softlyââOh.â
When Shiu spots your curled-up self on the side of the pond bankâall cocooned amongst the lush vegetation like a little treasure just for him. He tries to shake that thought out of his mind.
You startle awake once he steps on a twig attempting to get nearer to the frisbee- âEasy there.â His deep tone soothes you. âEasy. Easy. Itâs just me.â Youâre following the voice and settling down once you recognize him. âWhatâre you doing here, pretty girl?âÂ
âJust resting.â You respond. Now that you were sure there wasnât any danger, youâre settling back down into your comfortable position. âThe water helps keep me cool, yâknow?â
âThat pesky feverâs still bothering you?â Shiu reaches down to measure the temperature on your forehead - and sure as day, heâs feeling the heat simmering. If he wasnât mistakenâit was just a tad hotter than what he remembered it to be when saying goodbye to Toji. âHmâŚit doesnât seem to be getting better on its own. How about a visit to Shokoâs?â
âShiuâŚâ You whine.
âNow now, missy.â He tuts. âI need you to be healthy- not only would Toji kill me otherwise, but I wouldnât forgive myself either.â
âIâm feeling fineâŚreally. Itâs just a little hot.â You insist. âTodayâs been really hot- I promise mâgonna feel better once the sun goes down.â
âHmmm. Alright.â Though Shiu still didnât seem all that convinced. âBut you wonât cool off with water just by looking at it.âÂ
âWhat do you-â
But those words are getting stuffed back into your throat once Shiu takes a little run-up and throws himself into the pond. Creating a resounding splash! and sending a wave of water into the airâlike translucent sun-glittered frogs that take a soaring leap and land on you.Â
Youâre yelping as the cool water lands on you- âShiuâ! You little-â
And then jumping in after him.
He throws his head back and lets out a deep, joyous laugh. And if he smelled the soft fragrance of honey suckle and fresh creamâŚthen he imagines some of the other cow hybrids are ready for milking again.
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6:21PM
Shiu wasnât celebratingâhonestly.
Even he wasnât that tactless.
Itâs just that it was a little quiet without Fushiguro Toji around to cause trouble with the other hybrids, or with any guests, or with ShiuâŚor with practically anyone that wasnât you. He wondered whether you realized the sheer extent of his special treatment. Which was why he decided to spoil the lot of you - especially you - today.
And for this Shiuâs apples were amongst the most famed in these parts - he hears they went for thousands of yen each in Tokyo. Lush and luxurious. Like biting into a piece of heavenâhe knew that the hybrids were particularly covetous of this rare luxury. And luckily for him, theyâd just been harvested today.Â
So why not give you lot a little treat?
Those stingy middle-men would be here to load up the apples tomorrow morning; so before that he herded his hybrids to the picturesque orchard. Where the apple trees embraced the groves from either side, the tops of their branches nearly winding into the sunset-painted clouds and pulled them back, and beneath them lay crates upon crates of apples like treasure pots at the ends of rainbows. Those apples seemed to gleam even brighter as the sun dipped beneath the horizon; gilded.Â
And Shiu kept his hands on his hips, a proud smile on his face, as he watched over the hybrids picking apples and digging through crates. All except forâŚ
âWhereâsâŚâ
Brows furrowed- Shiu turns around and spots you slumped against the wooden entrance to the orchard. Those towering pillars were intertwined with vines, and amongst them you looked like the prettiest rose.Â
âSomething wrong, my girl?â He walks towards you, handsome features pinched in concern. Immediately, Shiuâs hand goes up to feel your temperature once more. âFuck-â And almost as soon as it makes contact with your forehead, heâs pulling awayâ
âShiuâŚâ
âYouâre burning up- pretty girl, why didnât you tell me that itâd become this bad?â He hisses. And then heâs reaching down to gently clasp your hand. Those caramel-brown eyes of his are just so softâŚâCâmon- lets get you to Shokoâs before sheâs offââ
Yet oh-so-stubbornly youâre shaking your head. âPromise mâokay, Shiu.â
âBut-â
âItâs not a fever.â And the hairs on his body stand on end at those words. If not a fever, could this beâŚâI think it must be the heat or something- that and Toji did wear me out a little last night.â
His jaw clenches. âIâm sure. But I still think it would be good to go for a check-up.â
Youâre averting your gaze from his. âIâm alright. Trust me.â
And though Shiu was clearly displeased by this turn of eventsâhow could he ever say no to his favorite girl? It was almost embarrassing how easily heâs bending to your will- and letting out a sigh he attempts to make sound annoyed rather than fond. âOh, alrightâŚbut at least try one of the apples. Iâm sure theyâd be good for you.â
âOf course-â Then you take a step - and the faint dizziness thatâd accompanied your fever makes you nearly fall into Shiuâs chest. Thankfully the farmer catches you easily with his scarred palms darting to your waist, his broad arms wrapping around your body- and the tips of his fingers graze where your tail starts.
And both of your breaths hitch-
âHey boss- can we dig into the pears too or are those off limits?â Inoâs blissfully oblivious tone shatters whatever strange atmosphere had seemed to concentrate between you two.
And you both jump backwards as if electrocuted.
âThe uh- the what-â Shiu whirls around at the farm dog hybrid, âNot a chance. Donât even think about touching those.â
ââŚOops.â
âThose are ÂĽ5000 a pear-â He pinches his nosebridge and groans- as his most trusted dog hybrid scampers off with an armful of pears. As he does so, Inoâs dropping one on the grass that Shiuâs bending down to pick up. Wiping off the non-existent dust on his denim overall, Shiu pulls a pocket knife out and cuts a clean slice of pear in mere seconds.
Calm and controlled.
Somehow, just seeing how competent he was with it made something at the pit of your stomach- twinge.
Before you know it, Shiuâs holding the tempting slice out to you. âEat.â When you look at him in hesitation, he chuckles handsomely. âTheyâre about to raid the pears anyway, so you might as well eat.â
And so you do - he watches every minute expression of yours as you bite into it. That glimmer in your eyes. That smile.
FuckâŚ
Chomping on the luxurious fruit, youâre soon raising your nose into the air and sniffing.
Shiu raises a brow, âSomething wrong? Itâs not rotten, is it?â
You shake your head and continue sniffing. âNo, itâs justâŚâ Your ears twitch towards him- and he finds it so cute how they move almost all on their own. âSomething smells good.â
âThe pear?âÂ
âNo.â Shaking your head once moreâthe way you look at him then is justâŚdifferent. âLike apples. And caramel. And honeysuckle.â
Shiu scratches behind his neck. âWell, I donât know about the caramel- but we are in an apple orchard.â Gesturing at the sprawling land. âHelp yourself.â
You smile and rub yourself against him lightly, soon joining your friends.
This was proving to be quite the strange day- fuck, were you getting hotter?
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11:59PM
âI should have taken you to Shokoâs in the morningââ
This is all Shiuâs fault.
This is all Shiuâs fault.
But to understand just how badly heâd messed up, one would have to rewind the clock to about two minutes and twenty seconds ago; itâd been a long day at the farm. Exhaustibly so. Even more so than usual, Shiu was dead-tiredâit was practically subconscious the way in which heâd scrubbed himself clean and slipped into his favorite pair of pajamas (the ones with the cows and barns on them).Â
And heâd just - just - sat himself down on the creaky sofa in front of the TV, to get in at least five minutes of his favorite cheesy soap operas before he zonked out before itâŚwhen the front door started rattling.
WaitâŚrattling?
Knocking.
Shiu sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he heaved himself to a stand- âYeah, yeah mâcomingâŚdonât break the damn door down.â Heâd at least expected Kusakabe to give him a call before he returned and started trying to leave him doorless- but ah.Â
Shiu was grumbling a few choice words underneath his breath as he swung the front door and screen open. Only to be met withâ
âPretty girl?â In split-seconds, every ounce of sleepiness leaves Shiu as he darts to hold your faintish body. Your head was drooped, and your breaths were coming out rapid. You were supported by only some of the other cow hybrids. Immediately his hand is flying to your waist, and heâs throwing one of your arms around his shoulders- before giving up on any inhibitions and pulling you into a proper princess carry.
A worried Ino and the others trailed after. âThe cow hybrids let me know that there was something wrong, boss. So I brought her here.â
âGood thinking. Thank you.â Shiu just barely has the thought to murmur. He hurries to sprawl you out across where you would be most comfortable: his bed. âWe need to contact Dr. Shoko immediately.â
âItâs not her time of heat yet, right?â Ino asks from the doorway. Behind him were some of the other members of the barn house looking in concern.
âNo.â Shiu shakes his head. He glances up and sees the commotion- âIt might be a fever, or maybe it was too hot out? I donât knowâfuck, I shouldâve just taken her in the morning when she first told me.â
âShould I get the truck ready now, boss?â
âSure. But I donât want to move her much right now- poor thing.â Shiu looks on sadly at the way youâre gripping his soft pillows and smushing them to your faceâbreathing them in. âIâll call Shoko and see if thereâs anything we can do from here-â Reaching over to his bedside cabinet and picking up the phone, âYou guys get some sleep, and Iâll let you know if anything happens.â
âYouâve got it.â Ino nods- and then heâs herding the rest of the barn outside.Â
In this little bubble of his bedroom, this little nook of the farm which smelled like fresh cream and honeysuckle, and had the air of sluggish mornings that made oneâs eyes droop; it was just you and Shiu and the ringing tone of Shokoâs clinic.
Ringing once.
Ringing twice.
It cuts and Shiuâs trying Shokoâs personal number this time. She picks up almost instantly- âHello?â
âIâm not going to ask about the integrity of your sleep schedule, but I need your help-â
âThatâs what Iâm here for.â
And as Shiu lists off your symptoms - the clamminess, the rapid heartbeat, the puffs of pheromones now filling up his bedroom, and more importantlyâŚthe wetness between your thighs (he wasnât a lecher- he promises, it just-so-happened that Dr. Shoko had asked him to double check as part of your symptoms) - he himself starts to get an understanding of your diagnosis. You were in heat. But-
âBut wasnât her heat just two weeks ago?â Thereâs a shuffling of papers on the other end of the line as Shiu realizes Shoko mustâve gone through your file at home. âAnd she isnât known for having any irregular heats.â
âCould this possibly be triggered by something external?â Shiu asks.
âIt is possible.â She answers. âHave there been any changes to her environment? Something that may trigger a stress response in her?â
âWell, just today I had Toji go out with my friend to a convention- could it possibly be the distance?â He suddenly feels a drop of guilt at possibly being connected to why you feel this way.
âHmm, I donât believe so. Mating bonds are of the nature to be most volatile in close distances, rather than when theyâre apart.â She hums thoughtfully. âYou said that her mate was away today, right? And this started just today? Have there been anyâŚother changes?â
Shiu raises a brow. âOther?â
And he canât see her, but he gets the feeling that had they been in her office- then Shoko would have her fingers crossed and a grave expression on her face. âYes. Has she been close with any other hybrid on the farm? Perhaps nuzzling up to them? Perhaps giving off her scent?â
The tips of Shiuâs fingers, clutching the phone, feel utterly numb. ââŚYes.â Him.
âWell then. I believe the matter is quite simple, Mr. Shiu.â Tell him. âIt is a strange phenomenon in which the hybrid seems to have two mates.â
ââŚâ He canât quite seem to close his mouth. âWhat?â
âPrecisely.â Shoko speaks as if merely commenting on the nice weather or a particularly good football goal.
âB-butââ Shiu clutches the phone and tries to keep his volume from rising so as not to awaken you - youâd fallen asleep wrapped in his sheets now. Nose stuffed into the fabrics coated with his natural musk. âI thought hybrids mated for life? With only one-â
âMost often, yes. But there are rare cases in which a hybrid might find themselves connected to two others, or even three. Sometimes these connections may be latent and only make themselves known when triggered by a heat or time apart from her original mate.â His jaw just keeps dropping. âAnd it seems that in your cow hybridâs case, in the absence of one mate she found her second mateâs connection activated. This is likely what caused her to go into heat.â
âSo itâs official-â He begs. âSheâs in heat now-â
âYes, and I suggest you just let her do what needs to be done with her second mate in order to get it out of her system, otherwise she may feel rejected.â
And it seems that the conversation was coming to a close- for there was a note of epiphany in her words. But before Shoko could end the call, he questions once more. âAnd about theâŚdouble mate thing- does that also mean that the second mate is mated to the original mate?â
Thereâs a pause.
âWell, I suppose thatâs up to you, Mr. Shiu.â
Wait how did sheâ
And then she ends the call.
Shiu holds numbly onto the phone for a few seconds - the silence felt deafening. Before a sudden stirring makes him dart his eyes over towards you.Â
Like an angel.
Your face was half-pushed into one of Shiuâs pillows - also patterned with cows and barns - and that blanket of his had twisted âround your body like a snake nowâclammy with your sweat. Your fingers were clawing at the old creaky mattress, and your knees were pushing higher, and between them were- oh.
Were another one of his pillows.
And fuck- heâs never felt more jealous of an inanimate object in his entire life.
You were reeling your hips backâthrusting them forwards again- grinding down on the pillow. Wetness was seeping between those pretty, shiverinâ legs of yours and staining the cover. From here he could see a dark splotch starting to stain the silken fabric - smelling like the sweetest honey scent.
And it makes his mouth water.
âBaby- babyâŚâ Shiu lovingly pats your leg, dawning you completely awake. He could see now that you were in the throes of your heat - but those eyes of yours were completely alert. âI need you to get comfortable, okay? This is gonna last about a week.â
âIâm in heat?â You blink. âDr. Shoko said youâre my mate, Shiu.â
âSo you heard that, huh?â He lightly chuckles. âJust know that we donât have to do anything that you donât want to. Heats donât necessarily affect humans-â
âThen whyâre you so hard?â Though that tone of yours was utterly innocent - the look in your eyes wasnât. You knew what you were doing to himâand youâre only hiking up the temperature between the two of you as youâre leaning in.Â
On wobbly arms, youâre pushing yourself up nâ leaning in so close-
Oh, how heâs dreamed of this exact scenario so many nights before. In this very bed. With his hand wrapped around his cock.
And Shiu knows heâs talking out of his ass - itâs the inhibitions taking over nowâŚâYouâve got me there- but what about Toji-â
âIsnât he your mate, too?â
And then your lips are on his.
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Fushiguro Toji feels a disturbance in the force.
He canât quite explain it- itâs nothing that heâs seen or even something that heâs felt. Nothing tangible to give reason to this madness. Itâs just that something wasâŚoff. Kusakabe notices the hybrid squirming in his seat - yes, it seems that he trusted the bull hybrid enough to let him ride shotgun - and turns on the radio.
Just Tojiâs luck, it was Scotty Doesnât Know by Lustra.
âTurn it off.â Toji scoffs and crosses his arms.
âWhy? Remind you of a certain someone~?â Kusakabe asks in-between singing at the top of his lungs.
âThe hell is that supposed to mean?â
And even though Toji is merely looking at the smaller man- he shrinks into his seat. Did he mention heâd sharpened his horns for today? Kusakabe whimper, âO-oh nothingâŚnothing, just that ah- the lyrics might be a little reminiscent of ah-â
And Toji was even more infuriated because of that nagging sensation- that strangeâŚfuck. âSpit it out.â
Kusakabe lets out a squeal and looks as though he utterly regretted letting the hybrid sit next to him. âJ-just the fact that Shiu mayormaynothaveacrushonyourmateââ Itâs out before Toji could even register it. âPleasedonâtkillme-â
âIf I kill you whoâs driving?â Toji had now unbuckled his seatbelt despite Kusakabeâs protests. Snooping around the truck and trying to trace that little- scent? âWhat is that infernal- fuck. And I already know that farmerâs got a thing for her - though Iâd pay for him to actually try. Would love to see his face as she rejects him.â
âReally? Because she was looking all cute and cuddly and a little feverish this morning.â
âWhat.â
And then it hits himâthat scent. Fresh cream and sunny days and honey-
You were in heat.
âFucker, step on it.â
Kusakabe whirls towards him. âWhat-â But before he can finish, Tojiâs grabbing onto the steering wheel and damn-near crashing them on the highway as he speeds ahead.
The radio trills: âI canât believe heâs so trustinâ.
While Iâm right behind you thrusting.â
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âMmmââ Shiuâs lips are hot and persistent- letting off the most sensual mwahs! as he continues the pattern down the side of your neck.
Listen, Shiu Kong might not be a hybrid like you, but if he kept his nose pressed against your sultry skin then he could almost feel itâthose pheromones.Â
It was wafting off your skin like an atmosphere that was entirely your own, a gravitational pull constantly tugging him closer; the sweetened scent of honey and freshly-whipped cream. It made him blush. It went straight down to his cock.
Fuck that- it was taking over him.
A guttural groan rips out of Shiuâs chest- he kisses a pathway down the middle of your body until heâs reaching your core. Once he does, he gives the hottest wettest kiss of all to your cuntââOh, baby. Lean back a bit fâme, yeah?â
And then heâs pressing an open palm on top of your stomach. Pressing you to recline on the bed.
âGood girl.â Shiu rumbles. Low. âNow squeeze those pretty legs around my head- yeah, just like that. Tighter.â
âTighter than that nâ youâll suffocate.â You gasp.
âWhat about it?â
Using his own strong arms - so fucking beefy from years of work at the farm - Shiu wraps your thighs around his sweaty head. His sharp, straight hair tickles your inner thighs; so much so that the farmer has to tell you to settle down. âEasy there- eeeeasy there, girlie. Iâll make you feel good during your heat.â
âIâm not a damn horse.â You huff.
âYeah, because youâre gonna be the one riding, huh?â
The gasp that flutters its way up to your throat doesnât get the chance to escape- because the question on Shiuâs tongue curls around your cunt. Heâs letting the squashy end of his tongue dip between your swollen pussylipsâgiving you a loooong lick where you were most tender. Those cushiony tastebuds of his were massaging you already- and the way heâs twisting his tongue so deliciously as he entersâ
âOh.â Youâre arching off the mattress, thighs plastering to the side of his face. And yet your pussyâs openinâ up for him so invitingly. âKeep going, ShiuâŚâ
âHad no plans of stopping soon.â Gurgling wetly between your legs.
His tongue was just so soft and smooth.
The way heâs adjusting it in and out makes your mouth just water. In and out. In and out. Shiu notices that every time he hooked his tongue around the outer rim of your entrance made your pheromones surge. Fuckâthat heat of yours was affecting him, too, and leaving him sippinâ on your pussy like an aphrodisiac.
Lavish lips plastering aaaaall over again and again- âMmmm, my pretty cow hybrid. No idea how I lasted this long without this.â Breathing through his nose - he didnât want to waste a single second of this. His usually-deep timbre shakes with pleading desire. âAnd what can this do?â
Youâre squealing once you feel thick fingers curl around your tail. âThatâs my tailâŚâ
âI already know that, pretty girl.â Shiu shakes his head fondly - as though youâd been the one to say something ridiculous. And in-between lapping away at your leaking pussy, he tugs softly on your tail in order to bring you closer. âBut what can it do-â
âWell she likes getting it pulled during doggy position.âÂ
Both of you would have recognized that voice amongst a thousand bull hybrids - ten thousand. That stature. That scent of freshly-cut grass and something deeperâŚsomething more alluring.
âAnd sometimes if you bite it she starts clenching like crazy.âÂ
Fuck.
Because neither of you had heard the door click open - except maybe in what felt like a distant dream. Something worlds away.
Youâre feeling a sense of dĂŠjĂ vu.Â
Shiuâs feeling cold sweat breaking out as he realizes that he hadnât actually locked the door. In fact.Â
Whoever had opened it must be gripping it so hard that its oak frame was starting to splinter-
Both of you experience a pang at the pit of your stomach- a draw. And Shiu gapes as he looks down at himselfâwhat the fuck was thatâŚ? Heâs looking up at Fushiguro Toji standing in the doorframe with the same shocked expression.
âThe hell do you think youâre doing with my girl?â Toji spits, scarred lips twisted.
âListen, man-â
âYouâre not going to make her cum eating her out like that.â
âIâŚwhat?â
Toji manages to make Shiu shut up. This must surely be a dream? And itâs just about enough time for the other man to cross the distance between the door and the bed - kicking it shut behind him - and make himself quite at home on the bed. The mattress creaks under the weight of the hybrid; and you yourself are letting out a soft moan.Â
He sits beside where you were sprawled-out, facing Shiu.
âYou seeâŚmy pretty girl here-â
Shiu mutters underneath this breath. âFuckinâ stealing my pet name too, now?â
But Toji has the courtesy to ignore it - for now. â-has a certain set of rules she needs to follow.âÂ
At this, the other manâs brows raise in interest. Satisfied at the attention; Toji himself traces his dominant right hand over your stomach, your hips, before lowering down to your cunt and holding those puffy pussylips of yours open. Pushing them apart. Pryinâ them apart.Â
Both men gulp at the way youâre clenching around nothing.
âSeeâŚshe might look all innocent and sweet- but sheâs a proper little slut.â The words almost make Shiu flinch - and the bull hybrid takes great care repeating them. âYourâŚpretty girl is a proper- little- slut. And I know that she likes being fucked like one.â
And before either of you can make a move - Tojiâs swiftly craning his head down and spitting a great glob of saliva on your cunt.
It trickles over your exterior and smears along your inner thighs- and Toji takes his sweet, sweet relish in swipinâ off some of that excess and popping it into his mouth. âSo?â Toji asks. âEat her out.â
EatâŚTojiâs own mate out? Like this?
âWhat?â Toji has the audacity to look shocked. âIâve seen the way youâve been eyeing her- donât act like you havenât been fantasizing it. Youâve wanted her even before I arrived at this damn farm.â
Shiuâs lips tremble- he almost wants to because hell, heâs been given the permission now. And yetâŚâIs this some sort of trick? Youâre not gonna use those horns on me afterward, are you?â
âNo, not at all.â The other man replies - almost too breezily. He raises his brows at Shiu expectantly. And stares deep into Shiuâs eyes as he says. âSo? The fuck are you waiting for-â
Those mere words make Shiuâs cock stand painfully erect.
However, thereâs a reason they claimed that Fushiguro Toji was a ruthless man.Â
Because humans always did move far too slowly for the bull hybridâs liking. And he wastes not a second more before pawinâ at the back of Shiuâs sweaty scalp - taking just a moment to bask in the utter shock upon his features - and shovingâ
Straight between your pretty, pretty thighs.
Which he honestly didnât have to do becauseâwell fuck, you didnât have to ask Shiu twice to eat you out. Shiu lets out a strangled grunt that turns into a moan.Â
And without further ado, heâs back latched onto your pussy- those handsome cheeks of his hollowing out as he sucks nâ sucks. And you donât know whether he was doing this for you or himself.Â
Shiu ate you out like he was going to die of thirst if he didnât.
âFuck-â He hisses. With every movement of his face, he nuzzles himself closer. âFuck fuck fuckâmore.â
Syrupy breath sticking against your pussylips.Â
And his tongue was even worse-
âMy pretty girl. More.â
Heâs slithering it aaaaaaaall along your outer cunt - lapping up every wad of slick you were gifting him - and then rubbing his textured tastebuds along your exterior when it just wasnât enough. Because your cunt was practically an aphrodisiac for him.
Itâs as if the heat was contagious.
Because the longer heâs spending between those gorgeous legs of yours - the more heâs blabbering like a damn fool. The murkier his eyes are growing. The harder and harder his hips are coming crashingâ! down on the rickety wooden frame of the bedâpathetically dry-humping it in time with the thrashes of his tongue. Slipping right between your velvety folds and yearninâ to taste the honey between.
That thick silkiness of his tongue was just dizzying.
He was cleaning up the mess that Tojiâd made earlierâtasting him, tasting you. Shiuâs face grows warm as he remembers.
That dextrous tip of his tongue delves between your pussylips - entering that cute hole - and is lapping up everything youâre giving him. âBabydoll, fuck my mouth even deeper.â Needing more. âEven deeper.â
âF-fuck- shit, shit shit.â Youâre trilling out. âYouâre practically nose-deep. How can you possibly go any deeper?â
With a needy whimper, youâre letting your hybrid tail swish towards him - and without further ado Shiu takes it and wraps his fist around it. Giving a gentle tug. Fuck.
And when he actually discovers that heâs able to manhandle you further onto his mouth with that tail of yours- nothingâs stopping Shiu from increasing his strength to give you a mean haul. âMmm- yes- oh, Shiu. It feels so good, Shiuâ!â
âBut not good enough, right?â Toji speaks over you, in a haughty tone.
Your hybrid ears twitch in confusion.
And before you know it, youâre feeling the sensation of Shiuâs slithering tongue disappear.Â
You whine out in disappointment. And you already know that that mate of yours must have something to do with it-
Sure as day; Toji has his fist gripping Shiuâs jet-black hair and reeling him back. The other man obviously had his face twisted into something ferocious, and the tension made the atmosphere pinch. But underneath thatâŚthere was an undercurrent of sweetnessâŚthe mottling of Tojiâs gleeful pheromones mixing with his lustful ones.
And Shiuâs, too.
And if you werenât mistaken- was that a faint blush on the tips of his ears?
It seems that Toji notices, too. âSee anything to blush about here?â Then his eyes dip down to you. âOhâŚright. Heh.â Leaning in oh-so-closely to the other man; Toji whispers in a gravelly tone into his ear. âBut if you stand around blushing and beinâ a wuss for too long, then just know that sheâs not gonna wait. Sheâs gonna dry up~â
He spits once more.
So disrespectful.
And then turns down to Shiu and warns. âDonât eat her out just yet. Rule number oneâŚâ Your heartbeat races as he speaks those familiar words - Fushiguro Toji never was one to care for rulesâŚunless it was in bed. âNo running.â
âIâd never run from this pussy.â Shiu frowns.
âNot you, nitwit.â Mercilessly, heâs planting a smack at the back of the farmerâs head. âHer. Donât let her run.â
Seemingly getting the green light to start up his sensual ministrations again- Shiu slowly starts lapping between your pussylips once more. Proddinâ his thickened tip into the deep orifice of your cunt. âB-but sheâs not-â
âLook.â Toji interrupts. Just as you were starting to buck and lift your hips off the sodden mattress. âLook at the way sheâs moving âround.â
âBut thatâs just-â
âBut this pretty cow hybrid is in heatâand you canât just leave her uncomfortable like this, can you?â Those dazed eyes of Shiu Kongâs open wider. He faintly nods. âSo arenât you the farmer?â
He nods again - looking as though he was about to faint.
âSo herd your damn cow hybrids- câmon- donât let her runââ Spurred on even further by his words, Shiuâs plunging back in-between your legs and usinâ his tongue for his life.
Opening his mouth wiiiiiide to make sure that heâs able to reach every nook and crannyâthe end of his tongue was just so dexterous and somehow managing to slip into spots you hadnât even known you had. âO-ohhhh, fuuuuck-â Moans just keep bubbling out of your lips. âIt feels so good, Shiu-â
And just when it looked as if you were about to buckâShiu grabs ahold of your hips- so hard that he leaves neat semi-crescent nail marks on your skin. Plopping you back down onto the bed.
Plopping you back down onto his face.
From then onwards, he doesnât let you move a single inch as heâs thrashinâ away his fat tongue inside your cunt. Stretching that pussy out to his textured tastebuds.Â
And Toji had been watching the entire display closelyâŚvery closely. With his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. âGood.â His head threatens to tip backwards as he gives a harsh tug on his thickened length. âAnd now rule number two: squeeze those gorgeous legs around your head. Doesnât matter if you suffocate.â
âThat- thatâs what I saidââ Shiu keens.
âThen whyâre you speaking?â
Goosebumps run down Shiuâs arched spine. âOhâŚâ
âA cunt like hers isnât to be taken for granted.â Toji tuts from above you, and you canât help but ogle the way his biceps bulge as he pushes down Shiuâs head. âDeeper.â Harder. âDeeper. Donât waste time talking. Donât waste time gawking like an idiot. In fact-â
His heated words make goosebumps scatter across your open thighs.
And you whimper-
â-donât even breathe.â
Theyâre both driving you absolutely madâ
Toji catches your left ear between his fingers- as itâs been swatting furiously away the more aroused you grew. So soft beneath his touch.
He uses it to urge your mouth down to where his lap was.
âRule number threeâŚlet her fuck back into you- but only if she reallyâŚreally deserves it.â
âMake the pretty girl work for it?â Shiu looks up.
Toji displays a priggish smirk. âNow youâre getting the hang of it.â
And you donât know what sort of expression Shiu might have on his handsome face right now - he was much tooâŚpreoccupied for that - but you can sense him nod. Short and sharp. As he keeps on lavishinâ your insides with his tongue; the farmer makes note of just how hard youâre clenching around him. âCâmon, pretty girlââ He pushes down your bucking hips. âClench a little harder âround my tongue, would ya?â
âO-oh, now youâre just mean.â
âItâs what you deserve.â Toji chuckles. âDonât think I canât smell your pheromones gettinâ even sweeter- youâre loving this.â
You have no counter accusation - it was, after all, painfully true. And then Toji caresses your sweaty scalp with his thick digitsâgrabbing ahold of the back of your neck. âNowâŚlets see if you can be a good girl for me, too.â
An acrid sort of sweetness floods your mouth - because in mere sultry moments Toji has his legs positioned so that theyâre practically straddling your face. On the mattress; heâs kneeling to the side of your head and letting his pursed, pinkened cocktip swab across your lips.
Heâs rock-hard.
Instantly your jawâs falling open to accommodate him.
And believe- that there was a lot to be accommodating. For Toji was so many countless inches, thick and decorated in a prominent network of veins across every inch of him. They zigzagged across each of his angles nâ ended up being the most prominent where your sweet spots wereâToji meant it when he said he was made for you.
He had a scruff of jet-black happy trail. He was an angry red at his tip. He was dripping precum.
It puckered out from the divot on top of his shaftâthen ended up smeeeeared down the insides of your soft mouth. âFuuuuckâŚâ Toji himself whispers as he eases in. The bedsprings purr as Shiu bucks against the bed harder.
And before you know it, heâs reaching upwards and biting down on your throbbing clit. âDonât forget about me, pretty girl. Youâre not getting off easy. Rule number three, remember?â
âIâoh.â Shiuâs putting his fingers in now - fingers. Two of them. Long and perfectly calloused from years of hard labor to now massage your tender insides.
Both men are manhandling you oh-so-perfectly: Shiu dragging you down by your tail- and Toji using both hands to maneuver your head down. Letting you take up numerous inches of him. Thick and throbbing.
That rounded end of his shaft hits the back of your throat and youâre immediately coughing-
âEasy there.â Toji lovingly croonsâŚâNot.â And you didnât expect mercy, did you? Soon enough both of them are running their bodies ragged trying to draw out the most reactions from youâToji fucking his cock into your suckling mouth, and Shiu hooking a finger not against the roof of your cunt to press on your nerve-filled spots- to make you clench. âCâmon- milk me. You can do better.â
âCâmon, little cow hybrid.â Shiu titters. His digits prove so effective in stretchinâ out your insides even more so than his tongueâand those tastebuds of his remain tickling your clit. âWonât you squeeze me a little harder?â
âShe canât answer.â Toji laughs. âGot her mouth a little full.â
âBull got her tongue.â
âMmmmâŚâ With that said, Tojiâs flooding your tastebuds with a thick lacquer of his precum. He increases his pace a little more.
âJust a little harder-â Meanwhilst, Shiu whispers to himself as he keeps probing your sweet, sweet insides. âJust a little- a littleââ And at precisely that moment; heâs hitting the bullseye. What else but the place marked X: your g-spot? âO-oh.âÂ
He damn near cums in his pants.
âJust like that.â Shiu continues. âFuck back into my fingers. I know you can, girlie.â
âAccomplished rule number three already?â Toji asks the other man. âYer nicer than me- I know that for sure.â
âWhat can I say? Sheâs my favorite.â
After a few more thrusts nâ bucks nâ smashes at your favorite spot - you donât think you can even formulate a coherent thought. Youâre being tugged back and forth by both menâand they arenât showing any signs of slowing down soon enough. âThe fourth and fifth rules are a little alikeâŚâ Toji rumbles from above you. âThe fourth, of course, is to get ready.â
âGet ready?â Shiu asks. Though by the way he feels the heat in the room - your pheromones - flare up, heâs sure youâre anticipating whatever it is.
âAnd the fifth is toâŚâ The end of that sentence teeters on the edge of Tojiâs tongue as he reels his hips back, back, back, baaaaack- â-take it all like a good girl.âÂ
And thatâs exactly what youâre doing.
Letting the entire length of Tojiâs cock fill your mouth from tip to base- his fleshy cockhead searches your insides like a flashlight. Itâs almost too pornographic the way youâre choking on his lengthâgagging, eyes watering.Â
To which of course, your beloved mate reaches down to pinch your nostrils closed. âNow nowâŚare you the one in heat or am I?â
âMmmpf- mmmââ You keen. Moans bubbling from the back of your throat but having no way out.
âOi- I think sheâs close.â Shiu breathes.
He could taste it in the sweet treacly syrup leaking out of you - his favorite. He could taste it in the way your cunt walls were pounding faster than ever. He could fucking smell it in those pheromones of yours that just seemed to flare to life-
âSâthat so?â Toji asks. âAnd that brings me to our sixth and final rule: if she wants something, then she can use her words to ask for it.â
âHardass.â Shiu scoffs.
But theyâre both increasing their pace. For competition or simply to drive you mad?
The sloppiest squelches and pops! fill the roomâand Shiu watches as your tail starts twitching agitatedly once the pleasure almost gets too much. Oh his pretty cow hybrid. Once youâre so close that you feel like you could burst- âToji, sheâs closeââ
âThen ask for it.â Toji keeps shovelling his cock deeper. Deeper. âFucking ask for it, doll.â
âToji-â
Slamming into your throat with a final thwack! His balls were damn near leaving an imprint on your chin. âYou can ask the farmer to help you with your heat- but you canât ask me to make you cumâŚ?â
âShe did.â
The tension in the room falters - but never bates - as Toji turns to look at the other man. âWhat?â
âShe did-â Shiu hastens to explain. âAsk to cum, that isâŚâ And as if to prove his pointâheâs plummeting a few more pushes with his fingers, scissoring them inside you so that those slurping suctioning noises are extra loud. â-right here.â
Toji waits for a beat.
Before he lets out a little snicker.
Before he lets out an entire laugh-
âMaybe youâre not so bad- for you, that is.â And then heâs boring his forest fire gaze down at you. âHear that? Yer damn lucky that youâre the farmerâs favoriteâhah, better thank him.â Tojiâs then tugging your ear to watch you squirm just a little.
He lets out a final few thrusts.
And waits until his cock was embedded deeeep into the back of your throat - and your nose was pressed against those tufts of black at his base. Until you were well and fully stuffed full of him.Â
âSo cum then, my pretty mate.â
And with a few more thorough slashes inside youâknockinâ Shiuâs burly fingers into your sweetest spots, slithering Tojiâs length down every crevice of your mouth, youâre crashing into your high.Â
Itâs quick and searing.
It takes over your body faster than you can register. Burning through every other thought and feeling - youâre letting out erotic moans around Tojiâs cock, and they keep getting louder as it keeps prolonging. Longer and longer. The more theyâre toyinâ with your throbbing, sopping cunt.Â
Those fervent peaks seem to get stronger - and within you feels practically white-hot in sensation. Pulling off of his bulbous tip. âSh-shiiiiiitââ Keening out. âIt feels so good- it feels so good-â
âYouâre welcome.â Toji says. Shovelling his pinkish tip back between those lips.
At the same time that Shiuâs panting. âAnything for you, pretty girl.â
âDonât fucking stop.â
Of course, as your mates theyâre practically bound to listen to your every syllable.
And you donât feel them rest - even take a breath - until your orgasm was well and almost completely disappeared from the horizon.
Tears of overstimulation were now springing to your eyes. Thighs twitching with the faintest splinters of sensitivity. âF-fuckâŚâ Tojiâs throbbing tip falls from your lips. It leaves a thin ribbon of slick connecting you to him still. Youâre blabbering. âFuck, Iâm getting sensitive now.â
âHmâŚShiu climb up.â Toji says.
Both you and Shiu share a glanceâand with something that looked like a half-shrug, Shiuâs attempting to heave himself up from the floor-
Only to be grabbed by Toji by the hand and yanked onto bed.
The farmerâs letting out a little yelp as heâs finding himself bounced onto the springy mattress - right on your other side. Sandwiched between the two buff, broad men- you donât think youâve ever felt your heart beat fasterâŚever smelled your pheromones so potentlyâŚ
âShiu, I need those off.â You huff. Batting those teary lashes of yours.
âOh.â His face twists into something like ecstacy - how many times has he fantasized about those very words leaving your mouth?
And, flustered, the farmer starts unbuckling his overall one-by-one-
âWeâre not trying to wait until her heatâs over.â Toji gruffs. And his veined forearm reaches across you - grasping onto the front of Shiuâs overall and giving it a good tug.
Those buckles are breaking free immediately.Â
The bull hybrid smiles to himself proudly. âThere.â
âI should have half the mind to return you to KusakabeâŚâ Shiu grumbles to himself, as he takes off the rest of his clothes. That sentence makes the faintest flicker of recognition light up in his brain - really, where was Kusakabe - but itâs evaporating soon enough once you start helping him take his boxers off.Â
âIâm warning you in advance, howeverâŚâ He starts.
âWhy?â
âYeah- are you hiding a 21-incher in there or something?â Toji scoffs.
âNo no- itâs not that. IâmâŚabove average- probably.â Shiu waves off, his burning blush creeping up onto his face again. âItâs just that I might have madeâŚa little mess when I was eating you out.â
Your brows furrow. âWhat do you mean by- oh.â
Oh, was right. Right indeed.
Because of course- Shiu was naturally an impressive size. About eight inches. With a much more tan tip than Tojiâs - and perhaps even thicker, too - and a girth that made your mouth water. He was smoother than Tojiâless veins âround his shaft except for a single prominent one that went around the left side. And he was curved ever-so-slightly upright, too.Â
But what really caught your attention wasâŚShiu had cum in his pants.
Just from eating you out.
âOhâŚâ Your eyes widen as you take in the dark splotch at the front of his boxers.Â
Thick ropey white cum had seeped into it- and Shiuâs hastily snatching those boxers out of your hands to throw them over his shoulder. His hands felt sticky. âBut thatâs neither here nor there-â
âOf course it is.â Toji says after a moment of contemplation. âIâm adding a seventh rule.âÂ
Yours and Shiuâs eyes pop open.Â
âShit.â
âShit-â
âWhat?â The bull hybrid looks at you both in mock innocence. âI was just going to say that the guest goes firstâŚâ
ItâsâŚunexpected. To say the least. But you werenât complaining - and by the way that Shiuâs reddened length perks up at the idea, you donât think he is either.
âUm, so how do IâŚâ
Toji angles himself towards you- âGet up a little, doll?â
You arch your hips off the bed; and Tojiâs taking the opportunity to sidle his own hips underneath them. Heâs manhandling you so that youâre simply sprawled-out on his chiselled frontâand oh, how your mouth waters at the sensation of his rippling pecs and abs. The way theyâre massaging you from behind at even the slightest movementsâwas that his v-line?Â
And did you mention that Toji just-so-happened to have the cutest ringed piercings through each nipple?
Theyâre pushing into you from behind once the hybrid hooks both hands underneath each of your legs. And heâs lifting them aaaaaaaall the way up until your knees hit your tits. Spreading you wide, wide open.
A full nelson.
ExceptâŚthis time, itâs Shiuâs whoâs going to be basking between your legs.Â
The aforementioned man takes a courageous gulp as he shuffles on his knees between your legs - and Tojiâs - to lovingly gaze at you. âFuuuuuck, my pretty girlâŚyou really are so gorgeous.â Shiu whispers- underneath his breath as though he didnât even mean for you to hear.
His darkened eyes sweep down your body like a caress. âThe way that pussyâs dripping so much- shit, sâlike a flood down there. Can you even feel yourself?â Youâre squirming at his lecherous words. âAnd those legs. Trembling. And the way youâre just throbbing- I can see it from here.â
Youâre gasping as he presses his hot length down on your cunt.Â
Sandwiched between each of your pussylips: Shiu doesnât think heâs ever seen a prettier sight. âYouâre just so dirty, girlie~â
You shudder.
And Shiu could have kept going- it absolutely killed him to tear his gaze off of you. It really did.
But Shiu could sense Toji starting to get impatient if the slightly souring tint in his pheromones was anything to go by- hey, look at thatâŚheâs reading pheromones now. Mentalling patting himself on the back; the farmer starts slide-slide-sliiiiiding his fattened-up cock between your precious folds. âEasy there, girl?â
âYeah yeah- weâre easy.â Rolling his eyes, youâre getting jostled as the hybrid underneath bucks. And at this point, youâre honestly wondering which one of you was more excited for his entranceâŚâJust get on with it.â
âUnlike you, Toji, I donât just- get on with it.â Shiu sounded offended at the mere suggestion.Â
And as you both look towards him for further clarification, Shiu nervously bites down on the inside of his cheek and pushes his swollen cock down the slit of your cunt. âItâs just thatâŚâ He lets his particularly large tip kiss your hole. â-what if I end up hurting my pretty girl during her heat? Iâd never forgive myself.â
âHow cute.â Toji snickers. But thereâs something that you recognize thereâappreciation? âBut not if you follow our rules, farmer boy. Remember those?â
Shiu rolls his eyes. âHow could I forget?â
âYeah- recite those.â And youâre gasping once one of Tojiâs meaty palms drift up to your face - covering your dazed peripherals. âWeâre both going to take turns fucking her using those rules, and my mateâs going to guess which one of us it isâhow about that?â
âMmm, sounds fun.â You smile.
And seeing that gorgeous smile of yours - what else was he supposed to be but putty in your hands? Shiuâs giving himself a few pumps before starting to press into your tight rim.
Youâre tight.
So fucking tight.
His brows furrow nâ sweat starts beading at his forehead as he slowly - sloooowly - starts easing his proud cock inside. Youâre arching into Tojiâs back, whilst Shiu probes into your deepest depths. âO-oh.â
It was something so different.
Although he wasnât exactly as vein-covered as Toji was; Shiuâs length managed to have the perfect curve that prodded âround the roof of your cunt. Somehow directly aiming for those tender spots insideâyouâre feeling the pointed end of his shaft draw sensual zig-zags inside and youâre immediately begging for more.
Of course, thatâs when Tojiâs silently signalling Shiu to pull out.
Replacing the farmerâs cock with his instead.
Thick. Throbbing. Those patterns and groves on his shaft were just dizzying- and Tojiâs already rendered your eyes sprinting to the back of your head with but a mere few inches inside you.Â
Heâs making your first ring of muscle streeeeeetch- and pressing a second overlarge hand down on your stomach to keep you from movinâ around too much. And you donât need to see him to reach blindly behind you and tug on Tojiâs newest bull ringâ
âDonât be mean, Toji.â
âSânot being mean, itâs just the rules.â Toji argues. His words come out in sizzling pants against the side of your face - somehow just his presence seemed enough to make your heat symptoms two times worse. âNow that the practice runâs overâŚâ
Your eyes are fluttering open- only to see nothing past the gaps of Tojiâs thick fingers. âThat was just the practice runâ?â Your poor puckered hole was already pulsating with friction.
But neither of them are answering.
Instead, it just seems that theyâre intent on fucking any question or comprehensible thought right back into youâbecause just youâre feeling a sudden intrusion deep into your core. The bulbous head of it swipes apart your puffy pussylips- and the next thing you know, youâre seeing nothing but stars at the neverending inches of one of their cocks.
Somehow managing to probe even deeper than the first time- whoever this was was so fatly swollen that his cockhead opens up plunging crevices inside you. Perhaps even new ones.
Youâre gasping away- âPlease.â Both men are impressively managing to keep quiet as theyâre easing inside. Not completely bottoming-outâŚbut enough to make your toes curl. âOh, please that feels so good.â
Hips attempting to chase more- he was going so slow.
But just as soon as you do - almost the very instant that your hips are breaking contact with the skin of Tojiâs toned pelvis - you feel one of his hands pin you back down. Preventing you from moving a single inch.
Your hybrid ears rustle with the huff of laughter from behind youâand you know that thereâs only one man whoâd keep a hand oh-so-possessively on top of your womb as he sinks into your soaking wet cunt. Rule number one, remember?
âToji-â Youâre sputtering out, voice breaking so prettily at the end of your plea. âT-Toji move a little faster- ngh, pleaseââ
Yet another failed attempt at a buck. âGood job, doll.â He gnaws on your ear lobe. âBut donât think weâre done here just yetâŚâ
And then before you know it, heâs pulling out. The action lets out the loudest, sloppiest little plop! of pleasure between your legs- and it feels as though firecrackers are going off through your veins.
Youâre practically shaking once another intrusion starts proddinâ between your legs. This time a bit moreâŚtimid. A bit more hesitant. A bit more inexperienced and carefulâand you donât have to pay attention to anything more as Shiu creeps your legs around his waist.
Letting his tunneling cockhead push into that wet hole of yours.
Unlike Toji, however, Shiu Kong simply couldnât keep his mouth shut.Â
âOhâŚâ Itâs just about the most attractive thing youâve ever heard - like music to your ears. But could you really blame the guy? âLegs- rules number t-two, remember?â This was the first proper taste of that syrupy cunt heâs gettingâthe exact same one heâs been dreaming of for agesâŚas much as that makes him sound like an utter pervert.
Maybe he was.
Maybe- what even was he? What was his name? Who was he?
Shiu canât formulate a single thought.
Maybe he should be concerned about thatâŚbut for the time being, heâs collapsing his lower half into you. Funneling the smoother length of his cock inside; the farmer is the first of the two to actually bottom out. Thighs against your thighs. Forehead against your forehead. Cocktip against your cervix.
You swear youâre feeling Shiu intrude all the way up to your throatââShiuâŚkeep moving, baby.â
âOh- oh, you seriously want it?â He asks between uneven pants. And even more uneven are those semi-thrusts heâs poundinâ away at the back of your pussyâunwilling to break contact with your sopping womb for even a split-second to thrust back in. âYou seriously want this olâ farmer to fuck you like this? And thatâs not just the heat talking-â
âItâs always the heat talking.â Toji scoffs. âThis slutty girlâs always in heat. Honestly- who told you it could come early?â
âSânot my fault.â Shiu taps the side of your thigh to signal to you that- ohâŚyouâre getting dangerously close to Toji figuring it out.Â
Sure, it seems that heâd deduced by now that there was something regarding the startings of a mating bond between you and Shiu. And what sort of hybrid would come between that? But the fact that Toji himself shared itâŚ
Thankfully in that moment Shiuâs creating a distraction - unintentional or not. Because just a few thrusts and heâs already starting to bead out hot, glutinous cum that sticks to the back of your pussy.
âShitâŚâ Shiu whispers to himself. Youâre sensing one of his hands reach downwards to squeeze âround the base of his lengthâperhaps thinking that that would stop him. But the only thing Shiuâs managing to do is milk out a few more cobwebs of cum that are getting fucked and fucked in by his irregular thrusts. âI didnât mean to-â
âTimeâs up.â Toji cuts him off gruffly. âItâs getting too easy- hurry it up.â
âYesâŚsir?â Fuck- he hates to admit it but the bull hybrid was correct.
AhâŚyouâd expected for the two to alternate between thrusts. But you just didnât expect it this fast. Because all of a sudden, Tojiâs going from merely caressing your front to wrapping his entire left arm around your middle. Oh, those beefy forearms of his were simply indescribable.Â
Then Shiuâs reeling his sloppy, cum-glazed cock backwards for one of them to replace it in no time.Â
Such plump inches of their shaft. Such impatient semi-thrusts as he leaves your mouth watering. Heâs increasing his pace twofold once youâre accommodating him inside, and Tojiâs pressing his palm deeper against your face. âOh-â And you hadnât expected them to stick to their damn six (or seven) rules so much, eitherâŚâFuuuuuuck. Is it Toji?â
âNope.â Shiu chuckles. From where he was positioned in front of you, the farmer leans down and kisses your lips. âStill me.â
In punishment, youâre getting a heavy spankinâ on your stuffed pussy.
âShit.â
âAnd the rule-â Toji pipes up from behind. âWhat about the rule?â
âWhat about the rule, I meanââ Itâs just then that youâre realizing - you havenât been able to squirm a single inch since Shiu had begun swabbinâ your poor insides. âRule number one- rule number one.â
âGood girl.â Toji laughs. âNext.â
And youâre soon coming to the realization that they werenât going to make this easy for you: due to everything from their rapid alternations, to the way that both of them were fucking you so stupidâ
âToji-â Youâre dragging your nails down whatever body part of Tojiâs that you could reach. His biceps flexed underneath your touch. âAnd the rule isâŚoh, the rule isâŚâ Brain landing on the closest one that you think you could remember. âRule number six?â
âHalf-correct.â Toji punishes you with yet another spank. The white-hot pain and pleasure that runs up your cunt is like nothing youâve ever felt before. âThat was actually a trick round - no rule.â
You bite. âSilly meâŚâ
âBut half-correct deserves just a little bit of a treat, doesnât it?â Shiu makes your case.
And the ever-mean Fushiguro Toji considers it for a few seconds - before heâs nodding and letting his fingers dip between your pussylips. Rolling over clit in circular motions. âHappy?â
âV-very much.â You respond.
And so the cycle repeats - as both men are fucking into you like damn animals.
âShiu? Rule number one-â
Thwack! âHalf-correct.â
âToji? Rule number five.â
Thwack! âHalf-correct again, doll.â
âToji? Rule number six.â
Thwack! Thwack! âWrong!â
âShiu-â
âToji-â
Shiu. Toji. Shiu. Toji. Shiu. Toji.Â
Over and over againâuntil youâve said every rule at least five times, and their names countless amounts so.
It was almost getting too much. Thereâs another switch; and this time the thrusts are like none before them. They were harsh. They were jagged. They werenât hitting with any specific target or objective in mindâjust with the sole purpose of indentinâ his fat cockhead into every spot inside you, and hitting his hips to yours until you skin was burning-
âToji?â Youâre guessing, âRuler number- fuckâŚthe one about getting ready-â Based solely on the way that both men had their hands tapping at your hips to let you know when a particularly hard hit was coming through.
âAnd which one is that?â Toji croons.
âNumber four-â Thereâs a victorious little pebble of precum that Tojiâs emptying out into your insides.Â
âMmm, good catch.â And youâre feeling the smile crawl onto your face. âBut Iâm not Toji.â
Fuckingâthwack!
âBut how about just a little reward?â And then a hot mouth starts kissing down the valley of your breast - from this angle you could only assume that it was Shiu.Â
Shiu was lapping the soft targets of your areolasâŚjust lightly bitingâŚand ohâhe lets out a wet gasp as a thin stream of milk flows from your tits nâ into the handsome manâs mouth. âOh- this might just be my reward.â He says as he keeps massaging your chest, twiddling his fingers over where you were most sensitive.Â
âLeave some fâme.â Toji grunts at the other man.
By this point you were a blabbering mess, and it didnât help that the other two were only growing sloppier by the second. Perhaps it was the heat affecting you three. Perhaps it was the pressure being put on all your bodies - crushed together like this. Hips driving into you again and again and againâ
Another globular tip swerves inside you. âI-is itâŚToji?â You ask. Your lower lip wobbles at the sudden stretches on places that couldnât be reached without such a girth - both of them had their merits and it was hard not to long forâŚboth. The mere thought fogs your mind. âAnd is itâŚâ
Though there could only be one answer. At least for this one.
Your poor tailâs being used as a lever to drag you down onto Tojiâs extremely thickened cock until you sat on the bottom of it. â-rule number five?â
Toji kisses the side of your face. âNow thatâŚis 100% correct.â
âAnd what would you like as a reward? Tell your Shiu anything, pretty girl.â Shiu saysâdrawing a half-serious scoff from the hybrid.
But of course. There can only ever be one thing.
Your mouth opens and the confession slips out of you before you can think it through fully.
And then thereâs a beat of silence- hell, you think even Tojiâs hips began to falter. For but a mere split-second before heâs bashing in the soft spongy platform at the end of your cuntââOh.â He breathes. âI donât see why notâŚâ
Thrill shoots through you.
And for the first time in a while - Toji removes his palm from your face. Youâre wincing ever-so-slightly at the sudden flood of light, before that expression turns into something akin to yearning as you stare at Shiuâs cock throbbing between your legs.Â
He was almost out-of-place with Tojiâs fat length already stuffed inside you.Â
âWhatever you want, pretty girl.â Shiu whispers to himself as he glides his blushinâ cockhead to drag along your outer cunt. Uuuuup the planes of your thighs. Lingering on that leakinâ slit that was so stuffed. And then squeezing the very tip-top reddened crown of his shaft into your entranceâdid he mention that you already had Tojiâs fat length stuffed inside you?
Shiuâs expression morphs at the tightest fit-
âShit- fucking shit, are we sureââ
âWhy not?â Toji asks. And Shiu thinks that thatâs damn easy for him to say; especially considering that he was already kept hostage inside your gooey inside. Thatâs where Shiu was trying to be.
Heâs attempting to drag you in using your tail.
The other man is rolling his eyes - and his hips. Letting off a few useless semi-thrusts that doesnât push him even a single inch insideânot with the extremely plump circumference of the hybridâs length inside. âOh yeah? Then why donât you- hah, pull out and try doing it yourself if you think itâs so easy?
âThe early bull gets the pussy.â Toji smirks. âBesides- donât tell me youâre forgetting rule number five already? The one about taking it all also means that you have to- mmm, put it all in-â
âI remember.â Shiu spits. Hands pushing your legs further open and grindinâ his hips close until his happy trail was roughly massaging your clit. âIâm just saying that itâs hypocritical to talk about the rules when even you wouldnât be able to-â
âGuys-â You shrill above the constant arguing. âGuys.â
It takes you raising your voice loud enough to make the bedroom walls shudder for them to finally hear you.
And once they look at you- youâre huffing up at them. âIâm making my own rule.â Both pairs of pretty pussydrunken eyes widen in unison. âFrom now on- if you fight then you have to kiss and make up.â
âWhat-â
âWhat-â
âPretty girlâŚâ Shiu attempts to appeal to your softer side.
âNuh huh.â Shaking your head. âSo kissâand then just fuck me.â
They share a look as if to question whether usurping of the rule-making was allowedâŚbefore it seems to dawn on them that yesâif it was you. And Shiuâs shrugging and leaning in - all the while still keeping his pulsating cocktip present between your folds - and Toji meets him halfway with only a few grumbles.
Shiu moans into the kiss.
And with a resounding sluuuuurp! heâs managing to squeeze just an inch or two of his cock inside. Double lengths stretching your walls until you were seeing white-
âOh- oh.â Youâre moaning. Shiu now had everything he needed to reel his bulky hips back and start pummeling you in time with Tojiâs own thrusts. âIâve never felt anything like this beforeââ
âMe neither.â The farmer manages through clenched teeth. The sensitive underside of his cock was rubbinâ and getting pulled by Tojiâs own - those patterns of his veins, and the rock-hardness that mirrored his own - and even the slightest friction was enough to send spirals of white-hot pleasure pouring out of his bawling divot.Â
âTch- fineâŚme neither.â Toji groans. âBut it only feels good because of me-â
âIn your dreams.â
Without even being asked to or reminded of the newly-minted rule, theyâre pressing a kiss onto each otherâs lipsâand then yours. Their pheromones twisting and melding into one. Their skin growing even more heated. Their cocks growing faster-Â
And faster.
Both Shiu and Toji were moving at sloppy, lust-hazed paces that should not be possible for such a tight cranny. And yet they were managing to time it so that youâre feeling both of them exactly in the best ways: Toji and his deeeelicious veins pressing their patterns onto the sides of your channel, Shiu and his upright curve that spotted all your best nerve endings.Â
Theyâre sandwiching you from above and below, tooâToji and his Herculean build, Shiu and his similar yet broader- and somehow stronger build.
Theyâre absolutely ruining you.
Ruining you.
Fucking you until your pussyâs feeling rattled and raw- and your eyes have completely bleared over with tears. Brain fried.
So it isnât long before youâre feeling the pangs of an oncoming orgasm, and letting your mouth open to announce itâ
âI-Iâm going to cum.â But in actuality itâs Shiu that manages the declaration. And heâs stuffing his face into your tits, suckling out the sweet sweet milk that your hybrid body produces as he strings your gooey insides with his cum. âMy pretty cow hybrid, Iâm gonna stuff you full.â Looooong ropes of satin. So hard- that Shiuâs forced to hold onto both yours and Tojiâs horns as he fucks your overstuffed pussy through his orgasm.
Those veins of Tojiâs were making him twitch in pleasure.
You and Toji are crashing into your high rather soon afterwards too.
âGonnaâŚoh.â As the forceful waves of dopamine flood through every vein and atom inside youâpractically make you vibrate with pleasure. Youâre letting your eyes fly to the back of your head, and your toes curl as both men thrash that gooey g-spot of yours.
Perfectly synchronized with every peak upon peak of your high.
The prolonged wave of bliss soarsâand itâs around the very crescendo that youâre feeling Toji empty his heavy balls out as well. Theyâd been thwack-thwack-thwacking! near the bottom of your slit for so long now, creating a carnal ache over your outer pussy- and it just feels so good to feel those globs of cum flood your deepest caverns.
Where Shiu had already made a mess before- âShitâŚdonât stop.âÂ
And itâs with renewed vigor that theyâre fucking and fucking you through the white-hot pleasure - so good that youâre sobbing. In-between this euphoric experience is when Tojiâs keening his hips up into yours- chasing the wetness of your cunt even moreâ
Not just to fuck his pearly-white droplets of cum inside - but to try and squeeze, fuck, his swollen knot inside.
âInsideââ As you demand needily at your bull hybrid, Shiu watches on in something akin to awe. He starts nudging his hips back as though to give Toji more space-
But youâre wrapping your legs around his hips and dragging him to you. âRule number one, remember?â
Letting Toji fuck his knot inside you as Shiu has his twitchinâ wet cock stuffed in there, too. The stretch was indescribable.
You think youâre cumming all over again just from it.
âMy- my matesâŚâ Youâre sobbing out- sandwiched between the two buff men. Shiu leans in to kiss you, and once heâs taking a good long look at Toji too.Â
âMy matesâŚI suppose?â He says with a sheepish smile.
Toji looks between the two of you, seemingly having connected the dots. âDoes this mean Iâve gotta get both of you pregnant?â
You smile. âSounds good to me.â
Shiu. âWait-â
Because heats lasted a week for hybrids.Â
Shiu better get his human stamina used to it.
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.
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âIâm sorryâŚwhat?â
Itâs a sentence that Shiu thinks heâs going to have to get used to a lotâtelling people that the cow hybrid youâd had a crush on for the past few years but then gotten mated is actually your mate too - and that by association youâre her mateâs mate but honestly not really complaining about it isâŚfor one a long sentence.Â
And two, itâs probably going to get a bunch of weird looks.
It sounds like the stuff of a fantasy, maybe even those romance stories; and Shiuâs well and fully aware of how he sounds when he says it.
Which is why heâs telling Kusakabe first - it only seemed appropriate.
âItâs exactly as I said.â Shiu states matter-of-factly. âAnd you can ask Dr. Shoko if you think thereâs been any mix-â
âNo no, man. Itâs not that I donât believe you.â Kusakabe interrupts him. âIn fact, I think itâs great that you finally managed to do something about your feelings- congratulations, man.â
âThank you.â Shiu watches the herd from the door to the barn house - inside, the only pair were you and Toji. His breath hitches once youâre walking over from Toji to nuzzle up to him. He reaches to scratch behind those silken ears of yoursââBut then what was all that about?â
âAh- no, itâs justâŚâ Thereâs a truck honk from the other end of the line, and Shiu realizes that Kusakabe must be going somewhere. âI assumed it was actually about the bull.â
Shiu squints. âThe what thing?â
âThe bull thing. I guess Toji forgot to tell you since you were a little preoccupied. But last night when Toji took over driving my truck we happened to run intoâŚeverything.â
Shiu snorts. âServes you right.â
âAnd man- I needed this truck to transport this new bull hybrid for olâ Gakuganji down in Kyoto. You know how he gets. Itâs the only one big enough soâŚâÂ
And nowâŚnow Shiu wasnât exactly having fun. ââŚAnd?â The two of you were looking at him in interest now, clearly having heard something about another hybridâand Toji especially had had his smirk growing in synchronization with the increasingly ashen look on Shiuâs face.
âAnd so Toji said itâs alright, but would you mind looking after this new bull for a few days until I get the truck fixed? Just for a few days. Iâm actually on the way there right now so thank you. His name is Sukuna and-â
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The wooden door of the hotel room clicked shut, sealing out the muted hum of the city outside. Nanami let out a long, slow sigh, the sound scraping against the quiet air as he set his briefcase down by the desk. He reached up, loosening the knot of his tie with a sharp tug before pulling it over his head and tossing it onto the arm of the single chair.
Before he could even take off his suit jacket, his phone vibrated in his palm. The caller ID brought a sudden, subtle shift to the tight line of Nanami's jaw. He slid the screen open, pressing the phone to his ear as he leaned back against the desk. "Hey, love," he murmured. His voice was lower than usual, roughened by hours of corporate small talk, but laced with a quiet, easy warmth reserved only for you.
"Hey," your voice came through the speaker, instantly cutting through the lingering tension in Nanami's shoulders. "How was your day today?"
"It wasn't too bad," Nanami replied, his eyes drifting down to his leather shoes as he kicked them off. "Still exhausting, though. I just made it back to the hotel. Have you eaten dinner yet?"
"Mhm, had some takeaway," you said. There was a brief pause on the line, the kind of quiet that carried the weight of the distance between you. "I miss you."
The words hit him right in the chest, a sharp pang of longing making Nanami close his eyes. "I miss you, too," he said softly, meaning every syllable. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, pushing the strands back. "Alright... I'm going to have a shower."
"Okay," you hummed, a yawn clipping the edge of your words. "Call me back when you're done. I love you."
"I love you. Speak soon."
Nanami waited for the line to go dead before lowering the phone, the sudden silence of the room feeling twice as heavy now. He stepped over to the bed, reaching out to click on the bedside lamp. The small knob turned, instantly bathing the crisp white sheets in a warm, low glow.
Standing in the newly lit space, Nanami finally shed his suit jacket, draping it over the back of the chair. Reaching into the inside breast pocket of the jacketâthe secure spot where he always kept his most important itemsâhis calloused fingers brushed against the familiar, stiff edge of a photo.
He pulled it out, intending to just set it on the nightstand before his shower. But as he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped down to his dark blue boxers, leaving his tailored clothes in a rare, disorganized pile, Nanamiâs gaze locked onto the small square of film.
In the dim, sterile glare of the lamp he had just switched on, the polaroid felt like a visual hallucination. The lighting in the photo was golden and overexposed, radiating a warmth that this room desperately lacked. There you were, caught mid-laugh on that beach in Malaysia from your last trip together. The ocean breeze was catching the hem of your white sundress, a single strap slipping carelessly off your shoulder. You looked bright, carefree, and entirely alive in the heat of the coast.
The shower was forgotten.
Nanami moved away from the chair, the weight of his exhaustion swallowed by a throbbing, pulsing ache. He sank onto the edge of the mattress and shifted his large frame back against the pillows. As he settled, his glasses slid down the bridge of his noseâblurring the rest of the room and leaving nothing but you in sharp focus.
Squinting through the shadows, his eyes traced the deep, low dip of the white sundress in the polaroidâthe way it beautifully revealed your cleavage made his throat go completely dry.
He couldnât tear his eyes away. His breathing hitched, a sudden, punishing ache tightening in his groin as his gaze lingered on your cleavage. Your skin still gleamed in the photograph from where he had slowly rubbed sunscreen over your body, his palms smoothing the lotion down the slope of your breasts until you were glistening in the sunâdeliberately slipping his thumbs under the fabric of your dress to tease your nipples until they were hard under his touch.
The dark blue fabric of his boxers was already beginning to strain, his length thickening painfully against the cotton from the sheer force of the visual. Hearing your voice just moments ago had been no comfort, but seeing you like this now, with his skin still burning from the memory and the distance between you feeling like an ocean, it was an agonizing temptation.
His mind instantly raced back to that night in Malaysia. He remembered taking you back into the villa, his fingers catching on the fabric of your sundress to slide the straps down your arms. Burying his face in the crook of your neckâhis tongue licking a wet trail up your throat, sucking greedily at your skin until you whimpered beneath him. His broad, calloused palms clamped around your breasts, kneading the soft flesh.
Nanami could still feel the exact sensation of sliding his thick, leaking cock between them, using the tight, sweltering cleavage of your chest to ruthlessly pump his lengthâwatching your tits hug his slick shaft while he rasped how badly he wanted to stretch you wide open. The memory was so loud, so violently clear, that his restraint completely dissolved.
Low and frustrated, he groaned under his breath, finally reaching down to cup the heavy bulge straining against his boxers. His hand moved downward past that golden line of hairâthe faint blonde happy trail disappearing beneath the dark blue cottonâhis gaze locked entirely on the curve of your waist in the photo.
A ragged, breathless sound escaped his throat as he grazed his thumb over his throbbing tip through the fabricâmaking his stomach muscles flex tightly as the first slick beads of pre began to dampen the material. Unable to handle the restriction for another second, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and finally released his aching cock.
As the veiny, heavy weight sprang free, Nanami's calloused hand wrapped around it desperatelyâfisting the pre-cum up and down his hard length, his thumb deliberately smearing the wetness over the sensitive head to begin a slow, torturous stroke. Nanami was a man who prided himself on absolute control, but right now, every ounce of usual discipline was utterly gone, burned away by the raw ache of missing you.
He dragged his palm down to the very base of his shaft, knuckles brushing against his thighs before wrapping tightly to pull all the way back up to that leaking head. The slick pre coated his skin, creating a wet, sliding friction that had him closing his eyes just to focus on the sensation.
His brow furrowed deeply, sweat beginning to bead along his hairline and dampen his blonde strands. He kept his eyes wideârefusing to blink, his gaze entirely captivated by your carefree smile, the thin fabric of the sundress hugging your tits, and your warm, shiny skin glowing in the polaroid.
In the sudden heat of illusion, the sterile white noise of the hotel AC unit transformed into the distant crash of ocean waves. He wasnât in this lonely room anymore. He was back in that villa, pinning you down into the mattress, pressing his lips to the sensitive column of your throat and breathing in the intoxicating scent of salt air and perfume, burying himself balls deep inside you.
Nanamiâs hips twitched against the sheets as a large hand clamped around his length, pumping his fist up and down his shaft. Eyes shuttered tight, the memory consumed him entirelyâimagining the slick drag of his cock against your wet, parted lips, the crushing friction of being squeezed tight between your tits, and the maddening sensation of driving deep inside your cunt. The urge to hammer into you over and over until you were stretched wide, stuffed completely full of hot seed, almost made him cum right there.
"Ah... fuck," he breathed out. The wire rimmed glasses slid further down his nose, utterly forgotten as his grip tightened. A faster, desperate pace took over, driven by the pleasure coiling tight and demanding inside his lower belly. Here was a man completely stripped of his carefully constructed rulesâentirely at the mercy of a single polaroid of you.
His chest heaved, the stark white hotel sheets bunching beneath his massive frame as the rhythm fractured. Keeping a slow pace was no longer an option. Nanamiâs knuckles went white, his rough hand fisting his veiny, engorged shaft with a punishing, frantic speed.
The sound of wet squelches filled the quiet room, his jaw locking as his thumb smeared slick over the rigid edge of his head. He brought the polaroid closer to his face, vision blurring with sweat as his eyes traced the line of your collarbone, the curve of your waist, and the soft smile he missed so dearly.
âSo beautiful... ah,â he choked out, his voice dropping roughly into a low, rumbling groan. âYou're so fucking beautiful, sweetheart...'"
The praise was a desperate murmur, breathed directly into the empty air of the hotel roomâas if you were right there beneath him to hear it. His hips jerked upward, mimicking the exact rhythm of driving into your cunt. His thumb swept over his leaking pink tip sending a jolt straight to his groin. The coiled tension in his lower belly tightened into a hard, inescapable knotâhis balls tightening. He was right on the edge, completely consumed by the ghost of your touch.Â
Nanami choked out your nameâa ragged, breathless prayer against the quiet room as he finally came. He ruined his hand as the first hot bursts of cum shot straight past his fingers, splashing against his lower stomach before the rest of the thick, heavy load spilled over his knuckles and flooded the blonde patch of hair at his groin.
âF-fuck, I miss you so much,â he groaned, his voice completely undone. Desperate fingers refused to stop, milking his length dry, forcing the oversensitive shaft through those last few strokes while thick, hot cream continued to drip down his twitching cock and palm.
He stayed frozen like that for a few seconds, his chest heaving, his fingers trembling where they still gripped his settling length. The lingering echo of the Malaysian surf dissolved back into the sterile, humming silence of the hotel room.
Slowly, the drugged fog of pleasure began to recede, leaving behind an aching exhaustion. Nanami let out a long, unsteady breath that trembled past his lips. He let his head sink back into the pillows, his glasses sitting crookedly on his nose. With slow movement, he used his clean hand to lift the polaroid back up to his face.
In the dim, warm light of the bedside lamp, you were still thereâsmiling, carefree, and beautifully out of reach. He stroked a thumb over the glossy surface of the photoâas if he were truly touching youâbefore setting it gently on the nightstand.
He forced his heavy limbs to move, sitting up on the edge of the bed to clean himself up. The cold reality of the business trip settled back over his shoulders like a lead weight, but as he looked back at the small square of film under the lamp, the lingering warmth in his chest reminded him exactly what he was working so hard to return to.
Nanami reached to grab a few tissues from the nightstand, his fingers still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of the release. But just as his hand brushed the box, his phone buzzed loudly right beside it. He paused, a drop of sweat rolled down his jaw as he looked down at the bright screen.
đâď¸Â 18+ mdni ¡ in which sukuna asks you to sit on him
"This is ridiculous!"Â
"Woman! You're being ridiculous!"Â
"Keep talking to me like that, and you just won't have it then!" You scream indignantly, looking past your bare stomach, from underneath your bush, and just enough to see his glare piercing straight at you.Â
"Let me eat you out. Look at yourself! You're already so wet for me. So, just sit for â" Sukuna sighs sharply, unknowingly sending a warm bubble of air directly against your clit.Â
The sudden wave of heat quickly encompasses you, and you instinctively clamp your knees against his ears, buckling down hard to his mouth, effectively cutting a poetry of curses from Sukuna.Â
"Oh, shit!" You squawk, immediately raising yourself. "Why the fuck would you even do that!"Â
"Is it my fault you're the sensitive one? Do it again. I like it. Come here." He positions you back in place, your cunt directly above his mouth, and your clit torturously erect when he flicks it.Â
"No, wait!"
"You can't kill me, that'll be stupid even for a curse like me." He pushes your hands away when you try to grab a fistful of his hair and yank him down to the pillows.Â
"J-Just, hold on!"
You've been in this position for the past fifteen minutes, debating with yourself if he should just eat you out because seeing his heated gaze straight to your clit and your breathless cunt being pried wide open with his fingers, looking intently for any signs of your release flowing out, is enough for you to come at this sensation alone.Â
But the thing is that you're simply nervous because it hasn't been long since he first ate you out, and while it was new and so fucking good, you're still embarrassed about the whole prospect of it.Â
"I just need . . ." you prep yourself up, "I get ticklish when I think too much about it."
"There's hardly anything you think about these days, and you have to think right now?"Â
"Shut the fuck up, or I'm walking out of here."
"Baby," he calls a little gentler, though it doesn't sound any different than how he would curse another, "just sit. Please."
"Oh?" You manage to entice a chuckling tease, "You never say please that way."
"For fuck's sake, you're being too unrea â mmphh!"
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