dodou!

You know that. It’s the first thing they teach you when you’re old enough to retain information.

“As bunny hybrids, we all have to watch ourselves out there—making deliveries for the Easter bunny is not easy.” Utahime gestures to the scar on her face. “There are a lot of dangers out there and those dangers can and will leave you bruised or scarred if you’re not careful.”

She settles her arms behind her back.

“Humans have domesticated many other hybrids, allowed them into their homes with open arms, which isn’t necessarily a problem.”

You blink, sucking in a breath. Hearing these words personally, for the first time, has your heart hammering in your chest and that has your brain buzzing with excitement.

This is your first time, after immense training, waiting on orders to make your first handful of deliveries. You’re eager to prove yourself, eager to prove that you’re able to put in the work.

After all the excruciating nights that you’ve spent with sore muscles, after all the groggy mornings that you’ve spent feeling like you hadn’t slept enough the night before, you’re finally going to put yourself up for the test.

The biggest one yet.

“But in the case of us delivering Easter treats, it might be.”

A couple of your comrades break out into low murmurs as they whisper amongst themselves. It’s a daunting task—nobody knows what to expect when making deliveries—and having to deal with other hybrids throws an obstacle in everyone’s way.

“Do not fret,” Utahime’s voice snaps everyone out of their panicked whispers. “You’ve all endured intense training that renders you all more than qualified to handle yourselves.”

Her ears twitch. Not because she’s unsettled or nervous, but because she can’t help it.

“You’ll all receive reports—each carefully assigned based on your strengths and weaknesses that have been observed—on your allocated residential addresses before leaving the island.”

That’s a relief.

“In each report, you will find your allocated neighbourhood, the address, the number of humans and the number of hybrids in each household.” Utahime turns, taking slow, deliberate steps to the right before turning to do the same on the left. “We always take your safety into consideration, so much so, that every year, we send scouts out into the field for observation before Easter arrives just so that you’ll be well on guard.”

She paces back and forth with steps that are calculated, volitional. It’s clear that she’s used to this, briefing the bunny hybrids who work here.

You’ve observed from the distance before. When you’d been younger.

“You will all be split into teams of three. One rookie with two more experienced hybrids—for safety purposes. You are to agree on a meetup spot for when you have all made your deliveries and from there, you will return here. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Everyone responds in unison and her features soften and a broad, gentle smile pulls at her lips.

She says something. You don’t quite hear because it’s finally happening. You’re finally going to see the world beyond the island. It’s part of why you decided against working in the factory.

Had you picked that, you’d never get to leave.

“I’ll see you all when you get back.” Utahime’s voice leaves no room for discussion. It’s like she’s stating that everyone will return, no questions asked.

“From there, ranks will be awarded to our newest members and that’ll determine whether they receive more advanced assignments next year.”

You feel determination burn bright in your chest. You will be one of those new members rising in the ranks.

You just know it.

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08:15 PM

Light chatter sounds in the background, settling into a low hum while the various teams talk amongst themselves. There are many, many hybrids here, each one prepared to take on the task, the mission to help spread the Easter spirit.

You adjust your holster nestled over the waistband of your shorts—already packed and stuffed with equipment that will be aiding you while you’re out in the field. That simply translates to the modern world where humans have learned to coexist with various other hybrids.

None of the equipment is new to you. You’ve been faced with them during training in preparation. You’ve learned how to use them, from tranquilizers to sleep spray and even cable ties and various other things.

You’ve learned how to use what’s provided for you too. A lesson that you’ve learnt is that it’s always safer to use whatever is left lying around a human’s home. It makes things seem less off-putting when they wake the next morning.

When you finally secure your holster, you feel your excitement bubble in the pit of your stomach. You’re far too eager to finally leave Easter Island and see what the modern world is like.

You bounce back and forth, from the tips of your toes to the heels of your boots all while Shoko and Yuki load the pod already stacked with everything that the three of you are to deliver.

It'd be getting the three of you off the island and to the meetup point that the three of you agreed upon when you reviewed the details of the reports each of you received.

You’d been allocated a single avenue, not a neighbourhood, a street that you’re to stop by for the night. Shoko and Yuki had been allocated one and then two neighbourhoods respectively.

Yuki is the most experienced one between the three of you.

Your little street had dampened your spirits, but both Yuki and Shoko had reminded you that all rookies start out small and easy.

They rekindled that spark of excitement in no time.

Learning how to move fast and inconspicuously amongst a world where humans reside comes with time and practice and although you’ve endured immense training, you’ve yet to put your skills to the test.

“Now remember, ladies, we’ll be meeting up at around midnight.”

Yuki glances at you and you offer her a smile. She taps your forehead, touch gentle and your ears jerk, tail nearly vibrating right off you.

She’s one of the many hybrids here that you look up to.

“Good luck out there, yeah?”

You nod, cheeks feeling the slightest bit heated but you’re quick to compose yourself.

“Guess we’ll be off then,” Shoko hums, adjusting her own holster. “Don’t forget about the communication option on your watch.”

You glance down at your wrist, eyeing the watch that had been carefully put together, crafted, using the technology here.

“That’s how we’ll keep in contact. Just in case.”

“There’s a map option too.” Yuki adds, securing the strap of her watch on her wrist. She does it with ease.

“So make sure nothing happens to it, m’kay? Wouldn’t want you getting lost on your way back to the pod or anything.”

You chuckle at that.

“I promise that I won’t get lost.”

Yuki offers you a toothy grin, and her smile only provokes one from you.

“Then let’s get going. These baskets aren’t going to deliver themselves.”

Then, the three of you are off and you can’t focus on anything other than the excitement that simmers in your gut while the pod prepares to take off.

It's your first time leaving the island, it’s your first time going out to experience what it’s like out in the field and you’re adamant on the fact that this will be one night to remember.

Nothing can go wrong. You’re sure of that.

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Park Avenue — 08:36 PM

You reach your destination a lot sooner than you’d anticipated. It has relief blooming in your chest. Early means that you’d get everything done a whole lot sooner. That would also mean that you’d rise in the ranks.

Just like you’d planned.

You give yourself an invisible pat on the shoulder for that.

You’d managed to find a safe space for the baskets with Easter goodies in a gated park situated right in the middle of the neighbourhood that you’ll be stuck in for all of the evening.

Well, for all of the time that it takes you to deliver the Easter baskets that you’ve got.

The neighbourhood is rather huge, divided into avenues and streets with footpaths and beautiful scenery.

Everything in the park is dark and perfect and easily accessible too. You doubt that anyone would come by granted the hour, but you still take extra precautions to ensure that nobody is able to find your cargo.

Just in case.

Yuki had been the one to help you find the park before she’d gone off to fulfil her duties farther north, but you’re still happy that you’re here. Shoko is all the way in the south and you’re pretty sure that there are other hybrids from various different teams around too.

Somewhere in surrounding avenues and neighbourhoods. Obviously.

You ensure that you’ve got everything that you need before grabbing one basket of goodies and pulling out your report.

There is a total of twenty eight houses in your allocated street. Upon further inspection, you’re able to deduce that the people here don’t seem very fond of hybrids. Only three homes on your list have hybrids that occupy the residence.

You glance up with knitted brows, eyes tracking the houses that you can see from where you’re standing. They seem well maintained, well looked after and grand.

Fancy, you think.

Perhaps that’s why not even half of these homes have registered hybrids. You’ll stop by those houses first.

You insert the addresses for each and every single house that are hybrid free. It’s not because you’ll get lost, it’d be incredibly difficult to, but because it’s more efficient. You’d be able to deliver and come back for a basket without having to check the report every single time.

You grab your first two baskets. They’re small enough for you to carry and carrying two at once saves you so much time.

You quickly make your way to an unkempt shrub in the distance in the very front of the park, darting behind it as to not blow your cover. You glance left and then right, keeping a look out for any humans or any other possible wandering hybrids.

The whole point of this operation is to remain inconspicuous, to use stealth and your heightened senses to the best of your ability.

When all you manage to catch under the warm glow of the streetlamps are parked cars and houses that suggest everyone inside are either asleep or not home, you relax.

You have twenty five houses that are not occupied by hybrids to deal with.

That sounds more than easy enough for you to handle.

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10:01 PM

You find yourself back in the park a little bit over an hour once you’ve finished making your deliveries at the first twenty five houses.

You’d managed to get inside the homes without a hitch. You’d gone undetected, moved stealthily and you did it all much faster than you’d ever done in training before.

You give credit to your dexterous lock picking abilities. It’s granted you quick access into each home where you simply left a basket on a spot that suited the space around. On a spot that seemed appropriate to you. Some baskets were left in kitchens, some in living rooms and even in entertainment areas.

As premeditated, there hadn’t been many obstacles either, save for the one house that you’d visited where a human had been up watching television. There wasn’t much need for sleep spray or tranquilizers, but you’d opted for the sleep spray.

The last thing that you wanted was for the human to notice the basket before going to bed. It’d raise suspicion. More so than discovering the basket when they wake up.

Though, you’d started feeling a lot warmer towards the last couple of houses that you stopped by. At first, you’d thought that maybe you’d been moving too fast, too much, until a familiar heat coiled low. It didn’t linger, just served as a tiny, little announcement.

Your heat is creeping up on you so, so very slow.

You’d cursed yourself for forgetting to take the proper measures before leaving Easter Island, but you’re pretty sure that you packed something for yourself.

Suppressants, medication that’d help delay your cycle and mask your scent. The latter is rather important considering that you’ll be stopping by houses with hybrids. The last thing you want is for your pheromones to scream at them before you even have the chance to do anything else.

You’re currently searching your holster, feeling for the familiar capsule that you’re pretty sure that you packed in. You had to have packed it.

Shit.

You don’t feel it.

Fuck.

Panic sets in while you begin to pull out everything that rests in your holster, from the spare tranquilizers to the sleep spray to cable ties and anything that’d help you in emergencies. You still don’t find it.

You freeze when the realisation dawns on you.

Shit fuck.

You’d completely forgotten to pack your medication because you’d been blinded by your excitement and optimism for this task. You’d known that your heat was due to arrive any day now and you’d always kept your medication on hand.

Even around the factory and training grounds on the island.

As it seems, you’d gotten ahead of yourself and forgot about them this time around. When you actually need them.

You pace back and forth. The task has just increased in its difficulty level, and you have three options.

The first one is to call either Yuki or Shoko and ask them if they’ve got anything on hand. Though, you don’t think that it’s wise to ask them to come all the way back for you. There is quite a distance between all of you.

The second option is to be extremely fast as when making your deliveries and simply resort to using your tranquilizer darts. That seems doable, but you’d still be compromised.

And the third option is to run back to the pod to check for supplies there. That however, won’t work because it’d be time consuming. The pod is the one thing that needed to be hidden. Thoroughly. So it’s quite far from where you are.

With a huff, you pinch the bridge of your nose. It looks like you’ll have to go with option two. Simply be fast, be vigilant and finish up while you’ve still got time to spare because you have a time limit.

You check your watch.

10:09 PM.

You really do not have time to be making multiple trips. You’ve got two hours left to deliver the last three baskets and still return to the pod.

Right. You can do this. As long as there aren’t any hybrids in rut, you should be fine. For the most part. Otherwise, you’d still be able to keep a clear mind.

You think.

You fish out your report from your back pocket and read through the details of your first residence with a hybrid.

Address: 3 Park Avenue Human headcount: 2 Hybrid headcount: 1 Sex: male Breed(s) identified: Doberman Comments: Upon observation, it was found that the hybrid is extremely reactive and has a history of being used in illegal street fights by a group of gangsters that have been incarcerated. Hybrid was rescued, but still has violent tendencies and doesn’t take a liking to other hybrids (namely that of other canine hybrid breeds) He does not react well to intruders and is extremely protective of his space. Risk level: Drastically high — proceed with extreme and utmost caution. # Three tranquilizer darts can be found in the smallest pocket of holster. Use them along with your tranquilizer gun as you see fit. Estimated delivery time if not spotted: 5 minutes

You exhale a shaky breath. This is your first house where a hybrid resides, and the risks are already so high.

You shake your head. You can do this—you’re positive that you can. They allocated every residence according to strengths and weaknesses. That means that you’re more than well equipped to do this.

All you have to do is remain vigilant and out of sight.

You begin your move then, grabbing your tranquilizer darts from the ground and tucking them back into your holster pocket. You don’t think that you’ll be needing anything else, so you can leave your items where they are for now.

You’ll come back to see to them later.

You grab two of the three baskets. You decide that you’ll come back for the last one later too.

Number three. Number three.

Your eyes light up when you find the house and you set one basket down across the street, still stalking the familiar path of the road.

Your ears twitch, senses fixating on anything that might compromise you. Even though you’d been around this section already, you check for incoming cars, check for any possible passers-by and when you don’t hear or see any active movement, you make your move.

The house is huge, pretty and with a garden that seems to glow with life. Everything seems very well taken care of. The house, the entire street doesn’t really give off the vibe that dangerous hybrids live here.

You’re on the lawn within seconds and the front door creaks in the distance. Your immediate instinct should be to hide, to grab your tranquilizer gun, but nobody is there, you don’t hear anything.

The door seems to have been long since left wide open. You just hadn’t noticed. That does make your job a lot easier. Now you don’t have to try and sneak into a house with a dangerous hybrid inside.

Slowly, you make your way inside, eyes darting to and fro. Everything is dark, but enough light pools in from the streetlights for you to see clearly. Your ears twitch. You don’t hear anything near the foyer, so you step in further, steps slow and calculated.

Hearing is your strongest sense, so when you do detect the first little noise, it’s not because you see it.

You hear it first.

Soft whimpers that reverberate through the space. The house is quiet otherwise and as much as you know that you shouldn’t be treading farther in, you can’t help but feel drawn to the pheromones that dance in the air.

It's hot and heavy. Alluring.

Another whimper slips into the air, and you freeze.

Your eyes dart to where you’d heard it from and you spot something, a little bit of movement near the back of the sofa. From the angle that you’re standing at, you see the long, large curve of an ear.

Weird.

You suck in a breath, eyes darting back in search of the hybrid that actually lives here. You don’t see him, you don’t even hear him and that scares you.

Slowly, you drop your basket and your hand dips into your holster, fingers wrapping around a tranquilizer dart and you grab the tranquilizer gun.

If it’s an intruder, you suppose that you’ll take measures into your own hands. You’re skilled enough to do so.

You round the sofa, aiming the gun at the body you’d noted but to your surprise, you meet the gaze of one of your comrades. A friend.

“Choso? What are you–”

He’s not supposed to be here.

He makes a little squeaking noise. He hadn’t noticed you.

Your eyes snap south to where he’s got the base of his cock gripped firmly in one hand while the other adds pressure to his cockhead and your cheeks burn.

You begin to feel so, so hot and it’s then that you realise that you’re in trouble. Big, big trouble. You feel the way your body aches, the way need begins to consume you slowly but surely.

Choso seems too far gone, like he can’t bother with trying to make himself decent. He says your name when he finally registers who you are and his cheeks flush, a pretty pink shade dusting his face.

He’s in rut. You smell it on him.

This is bad.

“S-sorry… hah… I kinda just… mmph.”

He doesn’t stop touching himself, doesn’t stop massaging the base of his raging erection, doesn’t stop spreading the syrupy pre all along his weeping cockhead. You’d long since lowered the tranquilizer gun, thighs clenching when Choso’s pheromones tease you, coaxes your need from you.

“I forgot my aah… my medication and I’m–”

Not supposed to be here. Choso knows that. He’d been careless too, left behind the one thing that would help get him through the evening and when instinct began to cloud his mind, he ended up taking a detour.

He ended up in the home of a stranger just to get himself off.

You don’t move. You find it hard to look away and a thick coat of slick begins to dampen your underwear. Choso notices, notices your needy pheromones.

“You’re in ugh…”

He pinches the tip of his tumefied cock. It’s shameless, the act. He does it while looking at you, at the way your heavy breaths leave your parted lips.

“You’re in heat.”

It’s an obvious fact.

Choso swallows and his Adam’s apple bobs as his eyes flicker to where you’re clenching your thighs. He imagines that you’re wet, needy. He shouldn’t imagine it, but he can’t help it.

“No, no. I’m fine.”

You’re not fine.

Choso watches you with lidded eyes. This is partially his fault, he thinks, so he takes it upon himself to offer his assistance.

“I can help.”

Your gazes meet and you shift your weight to each of your legs and the throbbing between your thighs doesn’t dull, it doesn’t stop. In fact, hearing that Choso is so willing to help you has slick pooling from your needy cunt.

You swallow, eyeing the rest of the house.

Choso notices.

“I used one of my tranquilizer darts on the hybrid already… he should um… be out for a while.”

Your gaze snaps to Choso again and you make up your mind. Surely it’d be alright if you indulge, right?

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Your hips come down desperately while you hold onto Choso for dear life. He whimpers, utterly powerless against your ministrations, powerless against your fervour while you work hard to soothe that needy itch deep inside.

“Ch-Choso… oh!”

His cock stretches you wide, veins dragging along your velvety crevices while your greedy, greedy orifice drools all over Choso’s pubes that decorate the base of his shaft.

Your movements are frantic, hips rocking as Choso’s cock ignites sensations that tickle you from the inside.

It feels so, so good. You feel the urge to stay right here all night.

Choso gasps from under you, head tossing back against the flat surface of the back of the couch. He hadn’t moved from where you’d found him, stayed nestled right where he’d always been.

He whimpers your name when you clamp down on him, teasing him with how drenched, how tight you are.

You cry out. A little too loud and Choso shakes his head, rutting his hips up to meet your downward thrusts.

“You have to—mmn—be quiet… or else you’ll-you’ll wake him.”

Deliriously, “Wake—who?”

Choso swallows hard, eyes fixated on where your pussy gobbles his cock and it jerks. You had cum about twice already and Choso stuffed you with one thick load of his need. His release still seeps from where you’re connected, and he urges it back into you with  push of his thumb.

“Sukuna… hah… the hybrid.”

Right. You forgot that there’s a hybrid that lives here. You’d gotten so carried away with Choso that it didn’t dawn on you. You wonder how he knows his name.

You don’t ask, not when Choso’s swollen cockhead smacks your g-spot. You wail, trying your very best to keep the noise down but your efforts are futile. He smells so good and it has more of your honeyed slick oozing from you.

So sweet and so slow.

Choso’s hips don’t relent despite his warning. He rests his hands on your hips and thrusts up hard, reaching so scrumptiously deep and you gasp, a heavy, heavy exhale escaping you.

“You’re in so deep… I can’t—oh god—I’m gonna cum–”

“Oh please… pleasepleaseplease… cum and I’ll give you another load of mine.”

You do. You reach a state of bliss that has you rocking your hips, grinding your sweet, sweet pussy on Choso’s cock while pleasure bites at you from the inside out.

Choso follows suit and within seconds he’s filling you with another load of his sticky cum, whining while you fuck down on him, riding out your high.

When the pleasure ebbs, you catch your breath along with Choso, ragged breaths hot and heavy.

Your eyes, glossed over with unshed tears, snap up when you see a figure emerge from the darkness. The movement is so quick you think that it’s merely a figment of your hazy brain, but it moves again.

Your heart skips a beat when a low growl reverberates, low and dangerous.

“Choso…?”

He acknowledges you with a hum.

You gauge that the figure is Sukuna as Choso had revealed and he’s tall, shoulders rising and falling rhythmically as an intense vermillion gaze, framed with dark strands of hair fixates on you. You manage to see a scar, one that cuts right over his right eye.

Evidence of his time where humans had taken advantage of his strength and used him for entertainment. You remember the report.

Nothing is said for the longest time, he just stands there, filling the silence and the space around him with thick muscle and a looming figure.

“I don’t um… think that the tranquilizers worked.”

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

Oh, his voice sounds the way that he looks. Dangerous.

You eye your tranquilizer gun that you’d left in the distance. He follows your gaze, moves towards the gun and renders the weapon useless when he snaps the thing.

Literally snaps the weapon in half without a twitch of struggle.

You move to grab your pants, perhaps even your underwear so that you can hide yourself but still stuck in that heated daze of yours, you miscalculate your step and you trip.

You land on top of Choso and he whines when you graze against his sensitive cock.

Your gaze snaps back to Sukuna.

Sukuna glances between  you and Choso and you gulp. His eyes tell you that you’re in trouble, the way he approaches you tells you that you’re in trouble, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

He pulls you toward him, nose burying right where your scent is the strongest.

Oh.

He sees what you’ve been up to. His nose grazes your pulse point and before long, you feel teeth.

You freeze.

Sukuna smirks against your neck. He enjoys that you’re realising that you’re in a lot of danger. But you smell far too sweet, far too needy for him to sink his teeth into your flesh.

Instead he adjusts you, pulls you right up against his erection that presses against you from under the pants that keeps him confined.

“Pretty sure it’s not polite to fuck in other people’s houses. Who do you brats think that you are?”

You want to say something, but you’re far too distracted by the bulge that presses against you. You push back instinctively and Sukuna huffs.

“You want more cock?”

Choso only watches as Sukuna begins to free himself and his own cock twitches at the thought of watching you get pleasured.

Choso swallows.

Sukuna presses you down, forces your ass up as he lines the fat tip of his cock to your entrance, but he doesn’t push in. He collects your cum, Choso’s cum and spreads it along the length of him.

You whine and push back and Sukuna growls, a low rumble that showcases that he’s not impressed with your impatience.

“Never seen someone so greedy.”

He slides into you with one fluid motion and you choke on a moan, back arching as you feel the stretch all in one go. Your walls flutter, adjusting.

Choso exhales heavily. He should do something. Something to help you perhaps, but he gauges that with the way you’re backing up against a complete stranger, you’re already getting the help that you’re looking for.

Sukuna’s hips snap forward and his cock glides along your treacly walls, cockhead dragging aaalll along your sensitive spots that has your body igniting.

He stretches you wide, wide, wide, filling you to the absolute brim and your eyes bulge, jaw going slack as your tongue lolls out at the sensation.

“W-wait! That’s too mah!—ch!”

Sukuna’s cock splits you in half. That’s what it feels like. You feel it in your lungs and his thrusts are so sharp that it feels like the bulbous head of his cock punctures them.

“Fucking filthy, aren’t you?” Sukuna spits, brows furrowed as he pulls you right up against him, allowing the softness of your ass to smack against the hard muscle lining his pelvis. “Coming into a stranger’s home just so that you can fuck and get stuffed with some dick, huh?”

“It’s not—my mngh… fault.”

Sukuna’s hand finds your clit and he pinches it, like that alone will help wring you of your sweet, sweet essence. It does help.

“Not your fault?” Sukuna scoffs, baring his teeth as a hiss slips free at how tightly your cunt squeezes him.

Sukuna’s eyes snap to Choso and he’s got his eyes transfixed on you. Sukuna isn’t ashamed of what he does, isn’t ashamed when he allows his gaze to drop south where a globule of pearlescent pre-cum decorates the very cusp of Choso’s flushed tip.

“Look at that,” Sukuna’s hand snakes beneath your jaw so that he can lift it, forcing your gaze up to where you have a clear view of where Choso’s cock leaks for you.

As if begging for more.

“You’ve got his cock leaking for you. You must look so fucking filthy right now, huh?”

With that, his hips smack against you and you gasp. The force of his thrust has you jerking forward and Choso’s cock slaps the tip of your nose.

You make eye contact with him and his gaze, heated and desperate makes you feel things that you shouldn’t.

Then, you stick your tongue out and drag it all along the underside of his cock, tasting your own slick that still coats his throbbing girth.

Choso whimpers when you reach that sensitive spot right under the bulbous head of his cock, trying his very best to keep his hips still.

“Such a greedy little thing,” Sukuna huffs, fingers digging into your waist as he grips hard enough to bruise.

You know it will bruise.

“Might as well give you what you want, huh?” He delivers a thrust that pulls a lewd SCHLIK! from your cunt and your mouth falls open, jaw going slack as you gasp.

Choso takes the opportunity to slip his cock into your mouth, apologising profusely while his cock slips aaall the way to the back of your throat, but his words fall on deaf ears.

“Mmph!”

The pretty globule of pre that had glittered at the very tip of his length had smeared all over your tongue when he pushed his cock in your mouth and the taste alone is enough to have your pussy clamping down on Sukuna’s cock.

“Oh… you’re so pretty–”

“Such a slutty little thing—tightening up at the taste of dick, huh?”

Choso snaps his gaze to Sukuna, contemplating between a glare and saying something that’d probably cost him his life. He settles for a small frown and Sukuna only smirks.

Wide and feral.

You moan and the vibrations have Choso’s eyes rolling back. He’s powerless and gives in to the pleasure that your mouth offers him.

You hear beeping amongst the smacks, amongst the slurps that resounds in the living room. Not an alarm, not a phone. Your watch.

You manage to catch a glance when you lift your hand and you’re sure that you see Yuki’s name flash on the little device. She’s calling.

Sukuna’s hand wraps around your wrist and then he squeezes while keeping his thrusts controlled. It doesn’t hurt, but you feel the watch, your only source of communication prick your skin.

It's left broken, crushed.

“I hate unnecessary noise,” is what he huffs out before he reaches down to pinch your clit. “Let’s just focus on how noisy this pussy is, huh?”

He emphasises his point with a thrust that pulls an obscene sound from your pussy, slick gushing all over the dark pubes at the base of his cock.

You choke on Choso’s cock with every thrust of Sukuna’s hips and you feel another orgasm build. Choso twitches in your mouth, incapable of resisting the tightness, the warmth of your throat.

You feel Sukuna’s fattened cock twitch inside you and he groans, body pushing forward as he leans over you, arms bracketing you while he rests his hands on the floor, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder.

It's enough to draw blood. Not a concerning amount.

He huffs and you whimper, teary eyes meeting Choso’s while he struggles with thrusting his hips up.

Sukuna drills into you, smacking the tip of his cock against that spongey spot inside you, sinking deep, balls slapping against your clit and before long, with a strangled cry, you come undone.

Your walls flutter, squeezing and wringing tight ropes of sticky cum from Sukuna. He curses as he all but creams inside you, cum decorating your heat and Choso is quick to follow both of you.

He feeds you his cum, thick and tangy. Some of it dribbles from the corners of your mouth. Pretty translucent trails of froth.

“I’m so sorry—that’s so much—here–” Choso slips his cock from your mouth and you swallow the last of his cum with a lidded gaze.

He moves to wipe your mouth, but Sukuna doesn’t seem all to keen having the two of you linger in his space. He’s given you what you wanted, allowed you to stay in his space without suffering his wrath.

“Both of you,” Sukuna spits, glaring daggers at you both. “Get the fuck out.”

Choso huffs and you whimper when Sukuna pulls himself free from you. He ignores the way the sound has need simmering deep.

Choso helps you up and you slip on your shorts, not bothering with your underwear. You don’t even know where it is and you don’t have time to look.

Choso eyes you while you fix yourself and need still consumes him. He’s got your underwear lodged in his pocket. He thinks that he’ll return it when the two of you return to Easter Island.

Yes. That’s when he’ll return it to you. With an apology. He just thinks that he’ll be needing it very soon.

You eye your wrist, now empty and devoid of the watch that had been there. Thanks to Sukuna, you won’t ever be getting it back.

Choso leaves before you do, after bidding you a goodbye and an apology. You leave very soon after opting for not wanting to be left with the scary hybrid that lives here.

His bite stings. Not painful. A reminder.

When you’re outside, feeling oddly sated, you head on over to the second Easter basket that you’d brought for this trip. You won’t dwell on what just happened. You’re sure that you can get through tonight.

Eleven. Eleven. Eleven.

That’s the number of the next house. You pull out the report to review the information about the residence.

Address: 11 Park Avenue Human headcount: 4 Hybrid headcount: 2 Sex: Both male Breed(s) identified: Siberian husky and Maine coon Comments: Upon observation, hybrids were identified to be a docile mated pair and are friendly due to the strong family dynamic. They do often partake in sexual activity with one another. Husky hybrid is energetic and boisterous, but fiercely protective of the feline hybrid. Maine coon is calmer and usually influences the behaviour of the canine hybrid. There was no detected hostility when interacting with other hybrids. Risk level: Low — delivery should run smoothly even if spotted by one of them. Estimated delivery time if not spotted: 3 minutes

You review the address once more after reading for the first time before carefully making your move.

You have no idea what you’re going to tell Shoko and Yuki and that’s if you even have the strength to get to them on time. Since Sukuna broke your communicator, you’re left with no way of contacting them.

You huff. You wonder if they’re worried. Yuki had tried calling. You wonder what about.

There’s no time to dwell, however.

You’re running terribly low on time and at this rate, you won’t be able to rise in the ranks. The last thing that you want is to be stuck as a rookie for another year until you can prove yourself again.

You will yourself forward. With determination. You’re still a little sore, still a little achy, but you’ve endured much worse pain.

You follow the street signs, still remaining well hidden in the dark where the streetlights don’t quite reach. You manage to find the residence in no time.

This house is different from the rest, and you can tell that based on the report, there is a lively, healthy family dynamic. The lawn is decorated, trimmed and adorned with the cutest Easter accents and what you make out to be pseudo candy.

It warms your heart. The sight is refreshing.

Your gaze darts to the windows and you manage to see the faint glow of light peeking from through curtains that have not been drawn together all the way.

Someone is awake.

Another one you suppose.

If you can manage to get the general layout of the space, maybe you’d be able to distract the human if it is that they have also decided to stay up. Get the general layout. Find a way to get their attention fixated on the other side of the house. Get in quickly and then make your way out again.

It should be simple. Right?

Carefully, you make your way to the window. Though, when you peek through, you don’t see any humans. Only two white ears with pointed tips that rest on a head of silky blanched hair and striking blue eyes that peer back at you.

Back at you?

You flinch, ducking back down again. You’ve been spotted. Ever since tonight has gone completely south, you’ve been sloppy with your stealth tactics.

Your heart races and your ears twitch when you manage to pick up not-so-subtle steps from inside. It sounds like they’re coming closer. You don’t know why your heart is racing. The report said that the hybrids living here are friendly.

You hear the lock of the front door twist and click before the door slips open and those same blue eyes that you’d met inside are peering at you like you’re some new toy.

“Shit… so my eyes didn’t deceive me.”

The hybrid’s voice is smooth, intoxicatingly deep.

“You are a bunny hybrid. I thought you guys were extinct.”

He speaks so casually. Like he’s known you all along.

Your grip on the basket tightens when he steps further into the coolness of the night, but you’re sure that it doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t seem all that affected.

Your eyes dart to his t-shirt clad chest. It’s simple. He was probably getting ready for bed. Your eyes dip lower to the plaid pyjama pants.

Right. Definitely dressed for bed.

“Do you always give strangers lingering once-overs?”

Heat rises from your nape and the hybrid in front of you only grins, standing taller.

“I mean I don’t blame you—”

He pauses then, like he’s suddenly been hit. His eyes drag over you and you fight back a shudder. His gaze is weighted, heated, suddenly the complete opposite of playful.

He lifts his nose and inhales a deep breath, pupils dilating just the slightest bit as he practically tastes you in the air.

“Yeah… definitely don’t blame you.”

Your cheeks burn. You know that he’s picked up on your scent, on your heavy pheromones. His tail wags left and then right.

“You’re in heat.”

He sniffs at the air again, but he doesn’t say anything after that. He just eyes you then the front door before peering back at you.

“You wanna come inside? I promise that I don’t bite.”

You glance down at the basket in your hands and then up again.

You might as well.

You stand and the hybrid leads you inside, into the cosy space of the interior. Much like outside, there are a couple of decorative pieces inside.

This family must take Easter rather seriously.

“Name’s Satoru and I’ve got a housemate—a mate…?”

Satoru pauses, eyes fluttering while he stares off into the distance. He seems to be focused, a little lost in thought.

Then, finally, his voice reverberates through the space, “A mate, yes. We mate a lot.”

He peers over at your basket, “What have you got there?”

You don’t trust him with the basket. You yelp, pulling it away from his reach. He doesn’t let that stop him.

Satoru’s tail wags as he moves to reach for the basket again and you pull it away.

“You can’t have this—it isn’t for you–”

“Well, then why did you bring it?”

“It’s a gift, a basket that I have to deliver.”

Satoru pauses. Freezes.

Oh.

His lips twitch. He reaches out again if only to watch you glare at him. He likes this game. He has to try and retrieve the basket?

Light work.

Satoru lunges for the basket and you gasp. It ends up on the floor. Ruined. Along with you as Satoru hovers over you, hand cradling your head that he just managed to catch before it hit the floor.

You suck in a breath. He blinks down at you.

“See what you did?”

He ruined the basket.

Satoru eyes the basket, goodies littered all over the floor. His gaze finds you again.

“I thought that we were–”

“All this noise and so late in the evening. Don’t you ever know how to be quiet, Satoru?”

Your eyes dart to the figure that emerges from the corner of the archway leading to the hallway, and you identify him as the Maine Coon hybrid from your report.

He moves slow, elegantly, with sharp, fluffy ears and a tail that comes flicking behind him in a way that has you mesmerized. His long silky hair adorns his shoulders, dark and clearly well looked after.

He’s dressed for bed too.

You shift and the feline’s eyes, pretty, pretty pools of amethyst, find you before they narrow in curiosity.

“Oh—hello.” His gaze snaps to Satoru. “I see you’ve found a friend… again.”

Based on the way the dark-haired stranger says it, you can only assume that Satoru has probably brought questionable guests into the house before.

“She’s in heat.”

“Hmm…” The dark haired hybrid lifts his nose, moving towards the couch. “I can tell.”

“Suguru, do you want to help? You can be on top, I promise I’ll behave.”

Suguru, as Satoru so endearingly called him, makes himself comfortable on the couch, lithe body moving with the grace of the feline hybrid that he is. He looks beautiful, you have to admit that.

Satoru seems to agree, because his tail begins to wag slowly, back and forth, before it picks up speed the longer he stares at Suguru.

“I’ll indulge but only if you make nice work of cleaning her up.”

You don’t fully understand what he means by that.

“One too many different pheromones—stuffed full of cum that isn’t yours.” Suguru purrs the words out and you feel Satoru’s cock swell the longer he keeps himself pressed against you.

“If you can make it so that all she tastes like is you, then I’ll have my fun too.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Yeah—yes, okay—yes, if that’s what you want.”

Satoru peers down at you, eyes dark and heated.

“Would you like some help? I promise that we can help you so good.”

You contemplate leaving, but your body doesn’t seem to agree. Need coils deep in your gut and you nod.

Maybe you’d get some more relief.

You yelp when Satoru slips your shorts off, throwing it to the side while his eyes fixate on your ballooned clit. You almost think that he’d comment about your lack of underwear, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Oh wow, you’re really pretty down here.”

Then his mouth is on you, shamelessly slurping the sap that oozes from you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He drags his tongue along your slit, from base to peak where he flicks your clit. You gasp, wailing.

You’re so sensitive there.

Suguru watches with careful eyes, watches the way Satoru’s tongue flattens over your heat before he sucks at your puffy clit.

“Ngh! I’m—so… hah… That’s too much.”

Satoru doesn’t relent, he laps at your pussy, slurps all that candied arousal and he hums, cock throbbing at the mere taste of you.

He tastes something else—someone else, but he doesn’t care.

He keeps his face buried in your cunt, drowning in you, nose pressing against your clit and your orgasm washes over you then.

You’re too weak to hold on.

“Mmngh!”

Too weak to resist that intoxicating feeling.

Satoru doesn’t stop, he drinks from you. Gobbles up your silky fluids, urging more from you. Your taste is addicting.

So, so sweet too.

“I can’t—please… I wanna… ah!”

He flicks your clit with his tongue, playing with the rosebud. It’s so pretty.

“Come now, Satoru. I won’t get to have some fun if you’re going to be this greedy.”

His breath hitches.

Satoru pushes himself up, licking his lips and eyeing Suguru with a pout. His eyes dip to where Suguru’s cock strains against his pants and the pout fades.

Immediately.

With a wagging tail, “Right, sorry.”

Satoru lines himself with your entrance then, even as pleasure still lingers in your system and pushes inside, slowly, stretching you on his fat girth.

Stars burst behind your eyes a small orgasm washes over you at the feeling alone. You’re sensitive. Tender.

“Oh, did you just—oh, you came again.”

He eases in to the hilt, groaning when you wrap around him like a vice. He pulls out, hissing through his teeth when your cunt weeps all over him, begging him not to go too far.

He won’t.

Then, with a SCHLIK! Satoru thrusts into you and you claw at the carpet below you. He finds the undersides of your knees, spreading you, watching as he sinks into you, watching as your stomach bulges with every forward thrust.

You mewl, mouth hanging open.

You make the sweetest sounds.

“Look, Suguru, she’s so wet.”

Satoru licks his lips, still tasting you on them.

“I can hear, yes.”

Suguru adjusts his position on the sofa.

The sight, the sounds that you’re making have his cock throbbing. Painfully. Watching Satoru stuff you full of what he knows feels like heaven has him leaking.

He ruts into you relentlessly, the apex of his cock tickling your sweet spot, drooling all over your deepest most softest parts.

“Am I doing good?” He pants, watching your face contort in pleasure. “I do this with Suguru too and he says that I do good when I—”

Satoru angles his hips so that his cock manages to hit your sweet spot and with a cry, your back arches off the floor when he drills into you at that same angle. He doesn’t change pace, doesn’t change a single thing and keeps at bullying his way into your treacly innards.

“—When I move like that.”

You’re incapable of thinking straight, too far gone to utter anything other than mindless babbles that neither of the two hybrids with you can understand.

Suguru merely watches Satoru’s cock plunge into you with the obscenest sounds and his cock jerks. His eyes zero in on the way your slick splatters where skin meets skin and despite himself, Suguru inhales nice and deep.

Your scent is growing stronger now, no longer heavy with the scent of the other hybrids that live down the street, mingling with Satoru’s heavy pheromones as the musk dances in the air.

“Look at you. You’re so gorgeous when you take cock like that.” Suguru slips from the couch, and he slots himself right behind you.

His tail slithers along your jaw when Satoru delivers a particularly devastating thrust that knocks the air from your lungs. Your bleary gaze meets Suguru’s in the midst of your body’s visceral reaction and his eyes narrow as his lips pull into a satisfied smirk.

His eyes snap to where your stomach bulges with every forward thrust of Satoru’s hips, the shape of his cock announcing its presence and Suguru smiles to himself at the sight, a thought crossing his mind.

“You wanna know what’s funny, pretty girl?” Suguru purrs as he presses down right where the shape of Satoru’s cockhead bulges in your stomach.

You whimper and Satoru pants, whining as his pace turns sloppy.

“There’s a very likely chance that you’ll end up well-bred after tonight and without me even having to sink my cock into you,” Suguru presses down again, adding more pressure that elicits a cry from you.

“I’d get to claim your litter, yeah?” Suguru offers you a smile, but it’s not warm, it’s not cruel either. “You’ll have a litter of kittens without my cum. Fascinating thought, isn’t it?”

You make a sound—a choked moan as Suguru hums, seemingly lost in thought as he slips his hand down to where your puffy clit demands attention. You squeal when he pinches it and the sensation only adds on to how good Satoru is making you feel as he plunges in and out of you.

He's close and so are you. You can tell by the way his cock twitches, the way it jerks and tickles that spot deep, deeeep inside you. Your walls flutter, and still, your cunt sucks up Satoru’s cock like it’s the last thing that it’d ever get to feel.

“But then again, there’s also the other hybrids that have been kind enough to help you with your heat that I have to take into consideration, so perhaps you won’t have a full litter of kittens.”

Suguru circles your sensitive clit with the very tip of his finger, right on the spot that he exposes from under the hood and before you know it, because you’re so sensitive, stars burst behind your eyelids and an orgasm is ripped right from you.

“Cum—hnngh…ing!”

Your cunt squeezes the life out of Satoru’s cock and he groans, thrusting into you with sharp, sloppy thrusts before he’s spilling into you, coating your insides with a hot, heavy load of his creamy release.

“Now I’ll indulge.”

Suguru places a kiss to your neck while Satoru pulls out. They switch positions and Suguru is now nestled between your thighs, hot breaths tickling your sensitive flesh.

“Look at how messy this pussy is.”

You whimper as he drags a finger along your creamy slit.

“You’re always so messy, Satoru,” he purrs, blowing air to your glistening cunt. “But I guess I’ll just have to clean it up, huh?”

Satoru huffs. You can feel his excitement, despite what you’d just done, roll off from him.

“Suguru takes cleaning rather seriously.” The words are directed at you.

Suguru’s tongue finds your slick entrance where Satoru’s thickened sap oozes from you slowly, teasing your slit as it drips down where it dribbles between your asscheeks.

Your eyes bulge when his tongue plunges into you without warning and he uses the warm muscle to collect all of Satoru’s release while he keeps you nice and spread.

“Ah, you look so pretty.” Satoru manages and you’re not sure if he’s referring to you or Suguru.

Your legs jerk and you mewl when Suguru’s tongue dives deep, massaging your sensitive crevices all while he collects your mixed release and he swallows, humming appreciatively to himself.

Satoru lifts your top and pinches a nipple, already hard enough to cut diamonds and he rolls it then. You gasp, grinding down on Suguru’s face and he peers up, watching as your face contorts in pleasure.

He makes easy work of slurping the cum that drips from you, cleans you swiftly. He kisses your clit and you whine.

“You taste so good, this pussy is so sweet. Bet it’s better than all that sugar in that basket.”

Satoru whines.

“I wanna have some more too. Chocolate is toxic for dogs so I might as well get what I can.”

Suguru snaps his gaze to him while he pushes himself up.

“In due time, Satoru. No need to be so greedy.”

He frees himself, cock standing tall, flushed and throbbing. A silky bead of pre seeps from the tip, but Suguru doesn’t give you time to admire the sight of his need.

He taps the slick tip of his cock against your swollen folds, dragging it along your slit in a way that has you whining, squirming because you want more.

Oh, how greedy you are.

Just as Suguru is about to push in, just as he’s about to fill you, a noise echoes from the end of the hallway. You hear a door and faint, faint steps.

You freeze, body going rigid and Satoru and Suguru make eye contact.

They know that their owners are awake.

Muffled voices follow then, two, and they’re nearing right where the three of you are sprawled on the floor.

Panic begins to set in. The least that you’ll have to get out of tonight is not being spotted by a human.

To your luck, Satoru is up within seconds, pulling on his pants in record speed before darting out into the hallway where a loud yelp resounds before a THUD! settles in the silence.

Suguru sighs as he tucks his cock right back into his pants, offering you a lopsided smile before he helps collect your clothes. You want to urge him to sink inside you, you want to be greedy and have your fair share of him too, but you know that you’re short on time.

You have no choice but to get moving. Even if your body is still eager.

“Satoru should keep them busy for about exactly six minutes and twenty seconds.”

It’s clear that Suguru has probably endured Satoru’s shenanigans one too many times. So much so that he’s been able to give a time reading.

Through the haziness of your mind, you manage to hear an unfamiliar masculine voice call out Suguru’s name followed by a screech and then a feminine giggle. It sounds almost like the owner is well aware that Suguru is the only one that can manage to get Satoru to behave.

Suguru helps slip your clothes back on before he makes a move to deal with the ruckus in the hallway. It’s clear that everyone is attempting to keep the noise down.

“It’s too bad that I couldn’t have as much fun with you as I wanted, but I suppose that we’re out of time.”

Suguru eyes the hallway before his eyes find you again, hands supporting you as he helps you to your feet, tail flicking in that same languid motion from before.

“It’s a shame Satoru won’t be able to see you off, but I’m sure that if he were here, he’d give you another compliment on your performance tonight.”

You blink at him, cheeks warming up while he keeps his gaze on you.

“You should come around again, let me take care of you next time.”

You open your mouth to speak, but Suguru is called for again. He sighs at that and simply nods towards the door.

“Be careful out there, yeah?” He turns, swiftly, fluidly.

And then you’re out. Not because you were forced, but because you’ve got no choice.

Your legs feel a lot worse by the time you reach the park again and you curse yourself for having left the last basket in the park. Had you taken it along with you, you’d have saved yourself this trip.

You’re still needy. You’d gotten so worked up after Suguru teased you with the tip of his cock that you’re not even sure that you’re thinking clearly anymore.

Whether it’s a conscious decision, whether you’re running on autopilot, you grab the last basket and pull out the report, eyes fixating on the part that marks your final destination for the night.

You frown because although you can see quite fine, you can read quite fine, your brain takes its time to register what you’re reading.

You inhale, reminding yourself that you must get through this. You have to see this through and get back to the pod.

Address: 24 Park Avenue Human headcount: 1 Hybrid headcount: 1 Sex: male Species identified: Rottweiler Comments: Upon observation, it was noted that the hybrid often engages in sexual activity with the owner. Rottweiler is very protective of said owner but is otherwise rather tame. There’s no hostility when interacting with other hybrids, though there is the occasional attempt at showcasing dominance. He marks his territory very often. Risk level: Moderately high — proceed with caution. #Tranquilizer darts will be more effective if a problem arises. Estimated delivery time if not spotted: 3 minutes

You exhale, slipping the piece of paper back into your pocket. You don’t have a tranquilizer gun. So you’ll have to do this without any of your equipment.

All you have to do now is deliver the last basket. You just have to get through this and then you can be on your way again.

With weak legs, you will yourself to the last house on your report list. The number twenty four circles in your head, a reminder of where it is that you need to be.

You make your way to the front lawn when you finally reach the house, breaths stuttering when you eye the front door before your eyes are darting to the windows with curtains that obscure your view of the interior. Everything seems to be still—there are no lights that are on and you don’t detect any movement.

You don’t think that you do.

You adjust your hold on the basket in your hands before heading over to the front porch. Still silent, still careful. You don’t expect it to be open, but you want to give it a try.

Heat coils low in your gut when you try the doorknob and what you’re not expecting is for it to open. Your attempt at easy access worked. Perhaps the human living here forgot to lock it.

You suspect living with a hybrid gives him a sense of security.

When you’re inside, you close the door quietly behind you, chest stuttering with every shaky intake of breath. Your body is still communicating with you—telling you that it hasn’t received enough, hasn’t gotten the full extent of the attention that it craves.

How greedy. Even you have to admit it.

You find yourself in the dimly lit living room in a matter of seconds, light pouring through from the hallway in the distance. The only source of light. It’s those lights that get left on when someone is to return home at late hours.

There’s not much going on in this house, everything is simple, but you’d expect that from a human living with a single hybrid. There’s not much clutter, but the space does look like it had been occupied not too long ago.

You lift your chin. You don’t see, hear or smell any hybrid nearby. Maybe it’s because your senses are clouded by the amalgamation of scents that still linger on your own skin. Perhaps you’re still too out of it to even concentrate your senses.

Whatever it is, you don’t quite care.

You start to believe that perhaps the house was left unattended. There are a lot of factors that come into play here.

“Well, well, well.” A masculine voice drawls from behind you, and you flinch before turning around to face the source of said voice.

“What do we have here?”

You gulp. In front of you is the Rottweiler hybrid from the report, dressed in only a pair of sweatpants that sits loosely along his waist, the waistband resting right under where the base of a tail meets the spot where his tailbone is situated.

His abdomen is pure muscle that forms hard planes and shapes that serve as a showcase of raw strength. Water droplets drip down his flesh, a clear indication that he’d just been in the shower.

He’s huge too—much like Sukuna, only he’s taller while this one is wider, bulkier.

The size difference between the two of you is comical and it’s hard to ignore the fact that if he wanted to, he could snap you right in half.

Despite your capabilities, you take a step back as he approaches, lifting his nose to get a waft of what you know is coated on every single inch of you. You smell it too; the medley of pheromones that somehow oozes from your pores.

It's all sweet heat and sweat and the pheromones of the other hybrids that had fallen prey to the effect of your heat. You know that your last encounter didn’t do much to mask your activities for the evening.

“You the new hybrid Shiu was talking about?” His green eyes survey the living room, almost like he’s looking for something before his gaze darts to the front door.

You’re not sure what he’s talking about or what he’s looking for, but you shake your head.

“No. I don’t know who… Shiu is and I’m ah… not supposed to be here.”

Now those are words that you shouldn’t ever utter to the protector of a household or any territory for that matter. You realise your mistake and curse yourself.

You’re far too out of it to think clearly enough.

He exhales and peers over at you again, eyes finally darting to the basket that you’ve got clasped in your hands.

“Yeah, I kinda guessed that.”

“I’ve only come to make a delivery,” you adjust your hold on the basket. “I ah… just have to set this somewhere.”

You swallow as the ache from before teases you between your thighs. You know that he’s looking at the basket, he's studying you, gauging whether you’re a threat or not. You think that he’s already gotten his answer to that. Had he thought of you as a threat, he would have done something by now.

You’re a little relieved.

“I see,” his voice does the most sinful things to your already needy, needy body. “You’re the Easter bunny—thought that shit was fake.”

You shake your head at that, eyes fluttering as embarrassment dusts your cheeks.

“I’m not the Easter bunny… no.”

You’re breathless, delirious.

“What’s your name then?”

With an involuntary squeak that escapes you, you give him your name and he repeats it then, testing it in a way that almost seems like he’s tasting the syllables too. He introduces himself too, as Toji,  standing taller, tail wagging when he notices your eyes drift to his chest.

Ohoho, shameless aren’t you? He doesn’t mind though; he welcomes the attention.

“You stop by other houses around here?”

With a nod, “I made deliveries in this street.”

Toji offers you a hum, like he already knew the answer.

“Can smell it on you. You’ve been real busy, huh?”

That question has heat scorching your skin. When he puts it like that, it sounds a lot more embarrassing than what it already is.

“But judging by the state that you’re in…”

Toji’s eyes rove over your flushed, heated form, inhaling another deep breath all while he watches as your breath stutters, watching the way your chest heaves. You still smell strongly of need in a way that suggests that you’re still ready to go.

Toji gauges that although you were taken care of, you haven’t been taken care of properly. There are a lot of familiar scents that coat you, but there’s one in particular that he’s not too happy about.

He doesn’t let it bother him though.

“—I can tell that the hybrids that were with you didn’t really do a good job.” Toji steps closer and you gulp, breathing in his pheromones as he leans down, nose grazing your neck.

The scent of him, the feel of his radiating warmth has your heart threatening its way from your chest and your stomach twisting so violently that it feels like your arousal is wrung from there before it pools lower and lower to where you’re clenching your thighs to find relief.

You take it upon yourself to ask this time. Everyone else has helped, offered their assistance, but now, you’re desperate. You can’t wait for assistance to be offered.

“Please…” Your voice comes out soft and breathless.

Oh. You sound so, so sweet.

“Please? Please what?” Toji’s eyes rove over you from top to bottom as he straightens his posture, settling right where your tank top and pants have been torn.

He meets your gaze again, but you’re not quite looking at him. With lidded eyes, your gaze flits from his chest to the waistband of his pants.

He sees you squirm, sees your ears twitch not because you’re focusing your attention on your senses.

“Oh, I see.” Toji flashes you a toothy smirk, displaying sharp, pearly white canines. “You want big Toji here to do what those selfish hybrids couldn’t do for you, huh?”

You don’t understand what he’s saying. That is, until he speaks again.

“It’s okay, sweet thing. I was gonna wait for Shiu to get back from work, but I’ll look after you so good, yeah?” Toji pulls you in by the waistband of your shorts and you yelp when he pulls your tank top over your head.

“That should do the trick while I release the pent-up energy I’ve got.”

Toji’s gaze snaps south, to your pretty, pretty nipples that are already hard and ready for attention.

“I wonder…” He murmurs low. “You as sweet as the candy you deliver?”

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“Mngh—hah—that’s not… oh!”

Toji’s tongue trails through your folds, collecting your juices as your cunt drools all over the warm muscle.

“Guess you are…” He swallows your sap, Adam’s apple bobbing. “…as sweet as the candy you deliver.”

You choke on a sob, eyes going wide when Toji’s tongue finds your slit again, teasing your winking entrance. He keeps you spread nice and wide for him, hands on the undersides of your thighs while he presses your legs down towards you.

The position allows him to see everything, to catch every last drop of the nectar that drips from you.

His tongue teases your clit, and the feeling has you clamping around nothing. You’re still so tender, still so sensitive and you’re sure that your clit has been all but rubbed raw already.

“Sensitive—please… ngh!”

Toji drags a canine along your puffy rosebud, hot breath fanning the sensitive bundle and you jerk, hips bucking.

“Sensitive, hey?” His voice has a teasing lilt to it. “Thought this was what you wanted?”

“Inside. I want you inside. Please.”

Had you been clearer minded, you’d be embarrassed about how desperate you sound. You’re too far gone, mind far too muddled to even care.

Toji hums, licks his lips but doesn’t bother wiping that sheen of arousal off from his mouth. He tugs his sweatpants down, freeing his heavy erection, flushed a deep shade of red at the tip.

A thick globule of pre rests there, oozing out slowly. Veins pulse around his aching cock and you swallow at the sight.

Hard. Audibly.

“Don’t look so scared now, you just said that you wanted me inside.”

Toji’s cock twitches where his glittery tip kisses your folds, teasing you. He simply stares, admires the way you jerk at the sensation.

“You wanna know something, sweetness?” Toji taps his tip against your ballooned clit, spreading his pre all over the little bud. “You came here smelling like a lotta different hybrids—four if my senses aren’t lying to me.”

You whimper and Toji only offers you a toothy grin.

“Now I get real territorial and you wanna know how us dog hybrids like to stake our claim?”

Toji spreads you, folds you, locking you in place.

“How?”

“With piss.”  

Your heart stops, breath hitching.

Toji huffs out a chuckle when he notices your expression.

“You want it? Want me to mark you like that? You’d smell juuust like me, sweetness and no other hybrid will dare lay a hand on you.”

Toji presses his cock to your drenched slit, teasing the tip past your folds and you whine and attempt to push your hips down.

“But I guess I’ll lay off on that for now, huh? Gotta claim this sweet fucking pussy some other way.”

Then, because he promised to take good care of you, Toji’s cock slides into you with so much ease, right past that ring that offers very little resistance because you’re soaked, drenched and still so, so eager to have that itch quelled.

Your eyes bulge at the stretch and you feel your pussy adjust to Toji’s shape, etching the shape of him deep inside.

“That’s it, sweet thing—oh, yeah, yeah—look at you squeezing me like you want my cock to stay right here.”

Toji’s hips snap forward and the couch that he’d creaks and jerks along with his movement.

You cry out as the bulbous head of his cock hits your bruised and battered sweet spot. You’re so sensitive that the sensation has you near another orgasm, but it’s like your body doesn’t quite have anything to offer in that moment.

Your pussy clenches, pulling a sharp hiss from Toji but no slick is wrung from you. You cum dry and Toji cocks his head at that.

“That’s not fucking fair now, is it?” He’s talking to himself.

Toji pinches your clit and you mewl, tears brimming your eyes.

“There no more cum left for me?”

Toji slides out, slowly. Viciously so before he slams back into you with a TWHACK! and a gurgled noised escapes you.

“Guess I’ll have to fuck the cum right outta you, huh?”

“Toji–”

“Yeah, right here, sweetness.”

Is all he says before he leans over you, using his weight to keep you folded while he ruts into you like a feral beast. That rotund cockhead of his abuses your sweet, sensitive spots and you’re wailing, struggling to find a moment to catch your breath because the wind gets knocked right out of you with every thrust.

The couch squeaks, groans under the weight being forced onto it and surely, before long, your sap oozes from you, trickling down right where Toji’s heavy balls slap against you.

“Ahn! Much—too much…!”

“That can’t… hah… be,” Toji’s tongue drags along the flesh of your neck while he keeps your ankles to your head. “Still have to knot you nice and good, yeah?”

“Here,” Toji pushes himself up, hands snaking beneath the hinge of your knees while he eases them apart, giving you a clear view of the spot where your bodies connect. “Let me show you.”

Your pussy clamps down at the sight and Toji curses under his breath. He’s not going to last much longer.

“Look reeeaaal close, sweetness,” he grunts as he pulls out slowly, so painstakingly slow in a way that allows you to feel every ridge of every vein and every delicious fat inch of his very, very swollen cock.

It didn’t look like that before.

Yes he’d been big, but he seems massive now, so much that you’re not sure that he’d be able to stuff that back inside you.

“You see this swollen bit?”

Your eyes fixate on the tumefied base of Toji’s cock, the coarse hairs framing the intimidating swell of it. You nod, breathing hard as your body jerks, hips rutting up without your control.

“Oh look at you. Hungry for my knot, aren’t you?”

“That’s…” Your eyes snap up to Toji’s before they flit back down again. “…your knot.”

The words tumble from your lips as a mixture between a question and a fact, like you’d known all along, but it had still been a surprise, nonetheless.

You’ve never seen a knot before.

“Yeah it is, sweetness,” Toji bares his teeth, flashing you a toothy smirk, eyes dancing with heated mirth. “It’s what’s gonna help with your heat.”

“H-how?”

Toji pauses for a second, eyes fixating on your face as you stare at where your bodies are connected with wide eyes and with eager breaths.

“Gonna keep my cum in this pretty little hole of yours until it sticks.”

He thrusts back into you then, just one mean thrust that pulls a cry from you. You’re glad that his owner isn’t home. You can’t imagine hiding after all the sounds, the noise that you’ve made.

The apex of Toji’s leaking cock smacks your cervix and the veins decorating his cock only amplify the pleasure. You gasp when he rolls his hips, grinding into you, pressing against that spongey spot that drives you absolutely wild.

“Gonna fill you, gonna breed you nice and good, yeah?”

You murmur something unintelligible. It’s hard to think clearly when you feel a huge orgasm approach. It feels big, bigger than the ones before.

Toji continues to bully his way inside you and you’re sure that you feel your stomach bulge, you feel it stretch when Toji’s cock jerks again.

Once. Then twice.

You’re powerless against your orgasm as it blooms from your very core.

“I’m… oh god… cumming—cumming!”

You gush all over Toji’s cock.

This orgasm feels stronger, wetter and it’s only when Toji’s cooing at you, murmuring something about how he got more than just cum from you that you realise that you squirted.

“Look at that, so fucking beautiful, so fucking messy, yeah?”  Toji’s movements turn sloppy, hips moving frantically. “All I needed was your cum but I guess this works too.”

He’s wrung absolutely everything from you and it drenches the cushions of the couch, coats your inner thighs and has the base of Toji’s cock glistening with your fluids.

It drips and drips, running down his balls too.

Toji gasps, cock sliding in aaall the way to the hilt, balls deep, before he dumps a huge load of his seed deep inside you, coating your velvety innards with creamy white froth that dribbles back onto his cock.

But he isn’t done. He stays buried deep. Cock twitching. A warning.

Then, you gasp, head tilting back as your back arches off the couch. Toji’s cock only grows wider, thicker as it swells, his knot taking full effect as he keeps you stuffed with his release.

“Hnngh! So big—too much, I can’t—hah… I can’t handle… it.”

“Shh shh, sweetness. You’ll be fine, I fucking… fuck,” Toji leans down again burying his nose in the crook of your neck as he breathes you in.

“I promise. Just have to stay like this for a bit.”

You feel just about ready to explode. That’s how full you feel. You don’t move, every movement serves as a reminder that you’re stretched so wide, near the brink of being split in half.

You hear the engine of a car outside amongst your heavy breaths, amongst Toji’s ragged intakes of air. That must be the human that lives here.

Panic begins to eat you whole. You need to get out of here.

You squirm, but Toji keeps you pressed down, keeps you locked in place. You whine and he coos into your ear, whispering low about how he can’t let you move because you’ll get hurt.

You’re stuck, stuffed and thoroughly claimed.

When the front door does eventually open, you hear heavy footsteps echo in the space. Your heart drops with every single step.

“Toji, I’m home,” a voice calls out. A voice belonging to the human that lives here. “Sorry for running so late, they had me work overtime because—“

The footsteps come to a halt near the edge of the living room where the edge of the wall separates the foyer from the lounge.

Your ears jerk and you hear the faintest hitch of a breath.

You keep yourself buried against Toji’s chest, like that’d somehow hide you away. You don’t bother trying to meet the human’s gaze.

“Toji?” He sounds completely bewildered. “What in the actual fuck are you doing?”

Tonight has not gone how you’d expected it to, but it surely is one that you’re going to remember.

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