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π₯ Pairings [SEPARATE] respectively: Doberman hybrid! Sukuna x Reader x Bunny hybrid! Choso, Husky hybrid! Gojo x Maine Coon hybrid! Geto x Reader, Rottweiler hybrid! Toji x Reader
π₯ Synopsis: As one of the Easter bunnyβs newest deliverers, you spend the night before Easter officially arrives dedicated to delivering goodies so that you can prove yourself as one of the best in the field.
Itβs what youβve trained for after all!
However, you juuust so happen to face a problem along the way and the problem starts when your heat cycle creeps up on you.
Now, youβve got no way of going unnoticed by the hybrids at the houses that youβre to visit and maybe thatβs okay, because they arenβt at all interested in the candy in the baskets that you carry with you but instead, the sweetness that resides between your thighs.
π₯ Word count: 13.1k (bullsheet)
π₯ Content warnings: 18+ MDNI β hybrid AU β FEM! Bunny hybrid! Reader β multiple jjk men x reader β polyamory β MMF dynamics (Satosugu) β implied M4M romance (Satosugu) β slight voyeurism β slight exhibitionism β (sorry if nothing makes sense) β swearing/mature language β lots of praise β a little bit of degradation β SMUT β porn with a little plot β overstim β multiple creampies β multiple orgasms (reader) β back-to-back sexual encounters β oral (f! and m! receiving) β mating press/full nelson positions β doggy style position β knotting β Sukuna is described as having natural BLACK hair with a scar over his right eye β panty snatching β slight dumbification β cowgirl/riding β size differences β a little bit of manhandling β a little bit of possessive tendencies β cum eating β using cum as lube β slight nipple play β biting β unprotected p in v sex β breeding β squirting β mentions of urination (no actual urine involved, Toji is just trying to stake his claim) β dry orgasm(s) β Shiu cameo when reader reaches Tojiβs house (at the end) β established Satosugu β implied established Tojishiu β
β Author's note: HAPPY EASTER Y'ALL! This idea came from the movie 'Hop'. I rewatched it to get into the Easter spirit so here we are. It's a little unserious, a little rushed, but I hope you lovelies enjoy! MWAH! π
Easter Island β 08:00 PM
βNow, as the selected few of you that have been trained and specifically handpicked to have all of the Easter bunnyβs treats delivered to the various houses all over this side of the world,β the commanderβs steps come to an abrupt halt as she turns to face everyone who stands alert in the very organized crowd below the platform that she stands on.
She rakes her fingers through her dark tresses of hair, past the white floppy ears that protrude from her head, before twirling a strand around her index finger.
You canβt believe that youβre standing in front of the Utahime Iori.
Sheβs a legend in the eyes of the bunny hybrids who have gone out to make deliveries for the Easter bunny. Many say that the scar that runs along her right cheek is a trophy that showcases her dexterity out in the field.
The machines whirr in the background where the rest of those working in the factory continue to prepare the goodies that you, along with those who stand alongside you, are to deliver. Youβre able to block out the noise.
Part of it is because youβve heard the noise all your life, the other part of it is because youβre far too excited about this briefing to even bother with the noise.
βOur hybrid species is scarce in the modern world because here,β She gestures to everything around you. βIs where we reside.β
Utahime cocks her head, tilting it as her eyes venture over those who stand in the front row.
βStaying out of human sight is crucial.β
You know that. Itβs the first thing they teach you when youβre old enough to retain information.
βAs bunny hybrids, we all have to watch ourselves out thereβmaking deliveries for the Easter bunny is not easy.β Utahime gestures to the scar on her face. βThere are a lot of dangers out there and those dangers can and will leave you bruised or scarred if youβre not careful.β
She settles her arms behind her back.
βHumans have domesticated many other hybrids, allowed them into their homes with open arms, which isnβt necessarily a problem.β
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. Youβre eager to prove yourself, eager to prove that youβre able to put in the work.
After all the excruciating nights that youβve spent with sore muscles, after all the groggy mornings that youβve spent feeling like you hadnβt slept enough the night before, youβre finally going to put yourself up for the test.
The biggest one yet.
βBut in the case of us delivering Easter treats, it might be.β
A couple of your comrades break out into low murmurs as they whisper amongst themselves. Itβs a daunting taskβnobody knows what to expect when making deliveriesβand having to deal with other hybrids throws an obstacle in everyoneβs way.
βDo not fret,β Utahimeβs voice snaps everyone out of their panicked whispers. βYouβve all endured intense training that renders you all more than qualified to handle yourselves.β
Her ears twitch. Not because sheβs unsettled or nervous, but because she canβt help it.
βYouβll all receive reportsβeach carefully assigned based on your strengths and weaknesses that have been observedβon your allocated residential addresses before leaving the island.β
Thatβs a relief.
βIn each report, you will find your allocated neighbourhood, the address, the number of humans and the number of hybrids in each household.β Utahime turns, taking slow, deliberate steps to the right before turning to do the same on the left. βWe 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 youβll be well on guard.β
She paces back and forth with steps that are calculated, volitional. Itβs clear that sheβs used to this, briefing the bunny hybrids who work here.
Youβve observed from the distance before. When youβd been younger.
βYou will all be split into teams of three. One rookie with two more experienced hybridsβfor 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?β
βYes, maβam!β Everyone responds in unison and her features soften and a broad, gentle smile pulls at her lips.
She says something. You donβt quite hear because itβs finally happening. Youβre finally going to see the world beyond the island. Itβs part of why you decided against working in the factory.
Had you picked that, youβd never get to leave.
βIβll see you all when you get back.β Utahimeβs voice leaves no room for discussion. Itβs like sheβs stating that everyone will return, no questions asked.
βFrom there, ranks will be awarded to our newest members and thatβll determine whether they receive more advanced assignments next year.β
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 shortsβalready packed and stuffed with equipment that will be aiding you while youβre 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. Youβve been faced with them during training in preparation. Youβve learned how to use them, from tranquilizers to sleep spray and even cable ties and various other things.
Youβve learned how to use whatβs provided for you too. A lesson that youβve learnt is that itβs always safer to use whatever is left lying around a humanβs 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. Youβre 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.
Youβd been allocated a single avenue, not a neighbourhood, a street that youβre 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 youβve endured immense training, youβve yet to put your skills to the test.
βNow remember, ladies, weβll be meeting up at around midnight.β
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.
Sheβs one of the many hybrids here that you look up to.
βGood luck out there, yeah?β
You nod, cheeks feeling the slightest bit heated but youβre quick to compose yourself.
βGuess weβll be off then,β Shoko hums, adjusting her own holster. βDonβt forget about the communication option on your watch.β
You glance down at your wrist, eyeing the watch that had been carefully put together, crafted, using the technology here.
βThatβs how weβll keep in contact. Just in case.β
βThereβs a map option too.β Yuki adds, securing the strap of her watch on her wrist. She does it with ease.
βSo make sure nothing happens to it, mβkay? Wouldnβt want you getting lost on your way back to the pod or anything.β
You chuckle at that.
βI promise that I wonβt get lost.β
Yuki offers you a toothy grin, and her smile only provokes one from you.
βThen letβs get going. These baskets arenβt going to deliver themselves.β
Then, the three of you are off and you canβt 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, itβs your first time going out to experience what itβs like out in the field and youβre adamant on the fact that this will be one night to remember.
Nothing can go wrong. Youβre sure of that.
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Park Avenue β 08:36 PM
You reach your destination a lot sooner than youβd anticipated. It has relief blooming in your chest. Early means that youβd get everything done a whole lot sooner. That would also mean that youβd rise in the ranks.
Just like youβd planned.
You give yourself an invisible pat on the shoulder for that.
Youβd 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 youβll be stuck in for all of the evening.
Well, for all of the time that it takes you to deliver the Easter baskets that youβve 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 sheβd gone off to fulfil her duties farther north, but youβre still happy that youβre here. Shoko is all the way in the south and youβre pretty sure that there are other hybrids from various different teams around too.
Somewhere in surrounding avenues and neighbourhoods. Obviously.
You ensure that youβve 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, youβre able to deduce that the people here donβt 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 youβre standing. They seem well maintained, well looked after and grand.
Fancy, you think.
Perhaps thatβs why not even half of these homes have registered hybrids. Youβll stop by those houses first.
You insert the addresses for each and every single house that are hybrid free. Itβs not because youβll get lost, itβd be incredibly difficult to, but because itβs more efficient. Youβd 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. Theyβre 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 youβve finished making your deliveries at the first twenty five houses.
Youβd managed to get inside the homes without a hitch. Youβd gone undetected, moved stealthily and you did it all much faster than youβd ever done in training before.
You give credit to your dexterous lock picking abilities. Itβs 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 hadnβt been many obstacles either, save for the one house that youβd visited where a human had been up watching television. There wasnβt much need for sleep spray or tranquilizers, but youβd opted for the sleep spray.
The last thing that you wanted was for the human to notice the basket before going to bed. Itβd raise suspicion. More so than discovering the basket when they wake up.
Though, youβd started feeling a lot warmer towards the last couple of houses that you stopped by. At first, youβd thought that maybe youβd been moving too fast, too much, until a familiar heat coiled low. It didnβt linger, just served as a tiny, little announcement.
Your heat is creeping up on you so, so very slow.
Youβd cursed yourself for forgetting to take the proper measures before leaving Easter Island, but youβre pretty sure that you packed something for yourself.
Suppressants, medication thatβd help delay your cycle and mask your scent. The latter is rather important considering that youβll 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.
Youβre currently searching your holster, feeling for the familiar capsule that youβre pretty sure that you packed in. You had to have packed it.
Shit.
You donβt 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 thatβd help you in emergencies. You still donβt find it.
You freeze when the realisation dawns on you.
Shit fuck.
Youβd completely forgotten to pack your medication because youβd been blinded by your excitement and optimism for this task. Youβd known that your heat was due to arrive any day now and youβd always kept your medication on hand.
Even around the factory and training grounds on the island.
As it seems, youβd 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 theyβve got anything on hand. Though, you donβt think that itβs 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 youβd still be compromised.
And the third option is to run back to the pod to check for supplies there. That however, wonβt work because itβd be time consuming. The pod is the one thing that needed to be hidden. Thoroughly. So itβs quite far from where you are.
With a huff, you pinch the bridge of your nose. It looks like youβll have to go with option two. Simply be fast, be vigilant and finish up while youβve 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. Youβve 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 arenβt any hybrids in rut, you should be fine. For the most part. Otherwise, youβd 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 doesnβt 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 β 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 thisβyouβre positive that you can. They allocated every residence according to strengths and weaknesses. That means that youβre 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 donβt think that youβll be needing anything else, so you can leave your items where they are for now.
Youβll come back to see to them later.
You grab two of the three baskets. You decide that youβll 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 youβd been around this section already, you check for incoming cars, check for any possible passers-by and when you donβt 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 doesnβt really give off the vibe that dangerous hybrids live here.
Youβre 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 donβt hear anything.
The door seems to have been long since left wide open. You just hadnβt noticed. That does make your job a lot easier. Now you donβt 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 donβt 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, itβs 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 shouldnβt be treading farther in, you canβt 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 youβd heard it from and you spot something, a little bit of movement near the back of the sofa. From the angle that youβre 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 donβt see him, you donβt 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 itβs an intruder, you suppose that youβll take measures into your own hands. Youβre skilled enough to do so.
You round the sofa, aiming the gun at the body youβd noted but to your surprise, you meet the gaze of one of your comrades. A friend.
βChoso? What are youββ
Heβs not supposed to be here.
He makes a little squeaking noise. He hadnβt noticed you.
Your eyes snap south to where heβs 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 itβs then that you realise that youβre 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 canβt 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.
Heβs in rut. You smell it on him.
This is bad.
βS-sorryβ¦ hahβ¦ I kinda justβ¦ mmph.β
He doesnβt stop touching himself, doesnβt stop massaging the base of his raging erection, doesnβt stop spreading the syrupy pre all along his weeping cockhead. Youβd long since lowered the tranquilizer gun, thighs clenching when Chosoβs pheromones tease you, coaxes your need from you.
βI forgot my aahβ¦ my medication and Iβmββ
Not supposed to be here. Choso knows that. Heβd 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 donβt 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.
βYouβre in ughβ¦β
He pinches the tip of his tumefied cock. Itβs shameless, the act. He does it while looking at you, at the way your heavy breaths leave your parted lips.
βYouβre in heat.β
Itβs an obvious fact.
Choso swallows and his Adamβs apple bobs as his eyes flicker to where youβre clenching your thighs. He imagines that youβre wet, needy. He shouldnβt imagine it, but he canβt help it.
βNo, no. Iβm fine.β
Youβre 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.
βI can help.β
Your gazes meet and you shift your weight to each of your legs and the throbbing between your thighs doesnβt dull, it doesnβt 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.
βI used one of my tranquilizer darts on the hybrid alreadyβ¦ he should umβ¦ be out for a while.β
Your gaze snaps to Choso again and you make up your mind. Surely itβd 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.
βCh-Chosoβ¦ oh!β
His cock stretches you wide, veins dragging along your velvety crevices while your greedy, greedy orifice drools all over Chosoβs pubes that decorate the base of his shaft.
Your movements are frantic, hips rocking as Chosoβs 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 hadnβt moved from where youβd found him, stayed nestled right where heβd 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.
βYou have toβmmnβbe quietβ¦ or else youβll-youβll wake him.β
Deliriously, βWakeβwho?β
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 youβre connected, and he urges it back into you withΒ push of his thumb.
βSukunaβ¦ hahβ¦ the hybrid.β
Right. You forgot that thereβs a hybrid that lives here. Youβd gotten so carried away with Choso that it didnβt dawn on you. You wonder how he knows his name.
You donβt ask, not when Chosoβs 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.
Chosoβs hips donβt 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.
βYouβre in so deepβ¦ I canβtβoh godβIβm gonna cumββ
βOh pleaseβ¦ pleasepleasepleaseβ¦ cum and Iβll give you another load of mine.β
You do. You reach a state of bliss that has you rocking your hips, grinding your sweet, sweet pussy on Chosoβs cock while pleasure bites at you from the inside out.
Choso follows suit and within seconds heβs 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 itβs merely a figment of your hazy brain, but it moves again.
Your heart skips a beat when a low growl reverberates, low and dangerous.
βChosoβ¦?β
He acknowledges you with a hum.
You gauge that the figure is Sukuna as Choso had revealed and heβs 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.
βI donβt umβ¦ think that the tranquilizers worked.β
βWhat the fuck are you two doing?β
Oh, his voice sounds the way that he looks. Dangerous.
You eye your tranquilizer gun that youβd 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 betweenΒ you and Choso and you gulp. His eyes tell you that youβre in trouble, the way he approaches you tells you that youβre in trouble, but you canβt bring yourself to care.
He pulls you toward him, nose burying right where your scent is the strongest.
Oh.
He sees what youβve 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 youβre realising that youβre 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.
βPretty sure itβs not polite to fuck in other peopleβs houses. Who do you brats think that you are?β
You want to say something, but youβre far too distracted by the bulge that presses against you. You push back instinctively and Sukuna huffs.
βYou want more cock?β
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 doesnβt push in. He collects your cum, Chosoβs cum and spreads it along the length of him.
You whine and push back and Sukuna growls, a low rumble that showcases that heβs not impressed with your impatience.
βNever seen someone so greedy.β
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 youβre backing up against a complete stranger, youβre already getting the help that youβre looking for.
Sukunaβs 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.
βW-wait! Thatβs too mah!βch!β
Sukunaβs cock splits you in half. Thatβs 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.
βFucking filthy, arenβt you?β 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. βComing into a strangerβs home just so that you can fuck and get stuffed with some dick, huh?β
βItβs notβmy mnghβ¦ fault.β
Sukunaβs hand finds your clit and he pinches it, like that alone will help wring you of your sweet, sweet essence. It does help.
βNot your fault?β Sukuna scoffs, baring his teeth as a hiss slips free at how tightly your cunt squeezes him.
Sukunaβs eyes snap to Choso and heβs got his eyes transfixed on you. Sukuna isnβt ashamed of what he does, isnβt ashamed when he allows his gaze to drop south where a globule of pearlescent pre-cum decorates the very cusp of Chosoβs flushed tip.
βLook at that,β Sukunaβs hand snakes beneath your jaw so that he can lift it, forcing your gaze up to where you have a clear view of where Chosoβs cock leaks for you.
As if begging for more.
βYouβve got his cock leaking for you. You must look so fucking filthy right now, huh?β
With that, his hips smack against you and you gasp. The force of his thrust has you jerking forward and Chosoβs 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 shouldnβt.
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.
βSuch a greedy little thing,β Sukuna huffs, fingers digging into your waist as he grips hard enough to bruise.
You know it will bruise.
βMight as well give you what you want, huh?β 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.
βMmph!β
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 Sukunaβs cock.
βOhβ¦ youβre so prettyββ
βSuch a slutty little thingβtightening up at the taste of dick, huh?β
Choso snaps his gaze to Sukuna, contemplating between a glare and saying something thatβd probably cost him his life. He settles for a small frown and Sukuna only smirks.
Wide and feral.
You moan and the vibrations have Chosoβs eyes rolling back. Heβs 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 youβre sure that you see Yukiβs name flash on the little device. Sheβs calling.
Sukunaβs hand wraps around your wrist and then he squeezes while keeping his thrusts controlled. It doesnβt hurt, but you feel the watch, your only source of communication prick your skin.
It's left broken, crushed.
βI hate unnecessary noise,β is what he huffs out before he reaches down to pinch your clit. βLetβs just focus on how noisy this pussy is, huh?β
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 Chosoβs cock with every thrust of Sukunaβs hips and you feel another orgasm build. Choso twitches in your mouth, incapable of resisting the tightness, the warmth of your throat.
You feel Sukunaβs 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 Chosoβs 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.
βIβm so sorryβthatβs so muchβhereββ 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 doesnβt seem all to keen having the two of you linger in his space. Heβs given you what you wanted, allowed you to stay in his space without suffering his wrath.
βBoth of you,β Sukuna spits, glaring daggers at you both. βGet the fuck out.β
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 donβt even know where it is and you donβt have time to look.
Choso eyes you while you fix yourself and need still consumes him. Heβs got your underwear lodged in his pocket. He thinks that heβll return it when the two of you return to Easter Island.
Yes. Thatβs when heβll return it to you. With an apology. He just thinks that heβll be needing it very soon.
You eye your wrist, now empty and devoid of the watch that had been there. Thanks to Sukuna, you wonβt 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 youβre outside, feeling oddly sated, you head on over to the second Easter basket that youβd brought for this trip. You wonβt dwell on what just happened. Youβre sure that you can get through tonight.
Eleven. Eleven. Eleven.
Thatβs 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 β 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 youβre going to tell Shoko and Yuki and thatβs if you even have the strength to get to them on time. Since Sukuna broke your communicator, youβre left with no way of contacting them.
You huff. You wonder if theyβre worried. Yuki had tried calling. You wonder what about.
Thereβs no time to dwell, however.
Youβre running terribly low on time and at this rate, you wonβt 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. Youβre still a little sore, still a little achy, but youβve endured much worse pain.
You follow the street signs, still remaining well hidden in the dark where the streetlights donβt 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 youβd 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 donβt 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. Youβve been spotted. Ever since tonight has gone completely south, youβve 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 theyβre coming closer. You donβt 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 youβd met inside are peering at you like youβre some new toy.
βShitβ¦ so my eyes didnβt deceive me.β
The hybridβs voice is smooth, intoxicatingly deep.
βYou are a bunny hybrid. I thought you guys were extinct.β
He speaks so casually. Like heβs known you all along.
Your grip on the basket tightens when he steps further into the coolness of the night, but youβre sure that it doesnβt bother him. He doesnβt seem all that affected.
Your eyes dart to his t-shirt clad chest. Itβs simple. He was probably getting ready for bed. Your eyes dip lower to the plaid pyjama pants.
Right. Definitely dressed for bed.
βDo you always give strangers lingering once-overs?β
Heat rises from your nape and the hybrid in front of you only grins, standing taller.
βI mean I donβt blame youββ
He pauses then, like heβs 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.
βYeahβ¦ definitely donβt blame you.β
Your cheeks burn. You know that heβs picked up on your scent, on your heavy pheromones. His tail wags left and then right.
βYouβre in heat.β
He sniffs at the air again, but he doesnβt say anything after that. He just eyes you then the front door before peering back at you.
βYou wanna come inside? I promise that I donβt bite.β
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.
βNameβs Satoru and Iβve got a housemateβa mateβ¦?β
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, βA mate, yes. We mate a lot.β
He peers over at your basket, βWhat have you got there?β
You donβt trust him with the basket. You yelp, pulling it away from his reach. He doesnβt let that stop him.
Satoruβs tail wags as he moves to reach for the basket again and you pull it away.
βYou canβt have thisβit isnβt for youββ
βWell, then why did you bring it?β
βItβs a gift, a basket that I have to deliver.β
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.
βSee what you did?β
He ruined the basket.
Satoru eyes the basket, goodies littered all over the floor. His gaze finds you again.
βI thought that we wereββ
βAll this noise and so late in the evening. Donβt you ever know how to be quiet, Satoru?β
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.
Heβs dressed for bed too.
You shift and the felineβs eyes, pretty, pretty pools of amethyst, find you before they narrow in curiosity.
βOhβhello.β His gaze snaps to Satoru. βI see youβve found a friendβ¦ again.β
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.
βSheβs in heat.β
βHmmβ¦β The dark haired hybrid lifts his nose, moving towards the couch. βI can tell.β
βSuguru, do you want to help? You can be on top, I promise Iβll behave.β
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.
βIβll indulge but only if you make nice work of cleaning her up.β
You donβt fully understand what he means by that.
βOne too many different pheromonesβstuffed full of cum that isnβt yours.β Suguru purrs the words out and you feel Satoruβs cock swell the longer he keeps himself pressed against you.
βIf you can make it so that all she tastes like is you, then Iβll have my fun too.β
Oh.
Oh.
βYeahβyes, okayβyes, if thatβs what you want.β
Satoru peers down at you, eyes dark and heated.
βWould you like some help? I promise that we can help you so good.β
You contemplate leaving, but your body doesnβt seem to agree. Need coils deep in your gut and you nod.
Maybe youβd 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 heβd comment about your lack of underwear, but he doesnβt seem to care.
βOh wow, youβre really pretty down here.β
Then his mouth is on you, shamelessly slurping the sap that oozes from you like itβs 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.
Youβre so sensitive there.
Suguru watches with careful eyes, watches the way Satoruβs tongue flattens over your heat before he sucks at your puffy clit.
βNgh! Iβmβsoβ¦ hahβ¦ Thatβs too much.β
Satoru doesnβt 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 elseβsomeone else, but he doesnβt care.
He keeps his face buried in your cunt, drowning in you, nose pressing against your clit and your orgasm washes over you then.
Youβre too weak to hold on.
βMmngh!β
Too weak to resist that intoxicating feeling.
Satoru doesnβt stop, he drinks from you. Gobbles up your silky fluids, urging more from you. Your taste is addicting.
So, so sweet too.
βI canβtβpleaseβ¦ I wannaβ¦ ah!β
He flicks your clit with his tongue, playing with the rosebud. Itβs so pretty.
βCome now, Satoru. I wonβt get to have some fun if youβre going to be this greedy.β
His breath hitches.
Satoru pushes himself up, licking his lips and eyeing Suguru with a pout. His eyes dip to where Suguruβs cock strains against his pants and the pout fades.
Immediately.
With a wagging tail, βRight, sorry.β
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. Youβre sensitive. Tender.
βOh, did you justβoh, you came again.β
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 wonβt.
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.
βLook, Suguru, sheβs so wet.β
Satoru licks his lips, still tasting you on them.
βI can hear, yes.β
Suguru adjusts his position on the sofa.
The sight, the sounds that youβre 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.
βAm I doing good?β He pants, watching your face contort in pleasure. βI do this with Suguru too and he says that I do good when Iββ
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 doesnβt change pace, doesnβt change a single thing and keeps at bullying his way into your treacly innards.
ββWhen I move like that.β
Youβre 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 Satoruβs 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 Satoruβs heavy pheromones as the musk dances in the air.
βLook at you. Youβre so gorgeous when you take cock like that.β 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 Suguruβs in the midst of your bodyβs 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 Satoruβs hips, the shape of his cock announcing its presence and Suguru smiles to himself at the sight, a thought crossing his mind.
βYou wanna know whatβs funny, pretty girl?β Suguru purrs as he presses down right where the shape of Satoruβs cockhead bulges in your stomach.
You whimper and Satoru pants, whining as his pace turns sloppy.
βThereβs a very likely chance that youβll end up well-bred after tonight and without me even having to sink my cock into you,β Suguru presses down again, adding more pressure that elicits a cry from you.
βIβd get to claim your litter, yeah?β Suguru offers you a smile, but itβs not warm, itβs not cruel either. βYouβll have a litter of kittens without my cum. Fascinating thought, isnβt it?β
You make a soundβa 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 Satoruβs cock like itβs the last thing that itβd ever get to feel.
βBut then again, thereβs 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 wonβt have a full litter of kittens.β
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 youβre so sensitive, stars burst behind your eyelids and an orgasm is ripped right from you.
βCumβhnnghβ¦ing!β
Your cunt squeezes the life out of Satoruβs cock and he groans, thrusting into you with sharp, sloppy thrusts before heβs spilling into you, coating your insides with a hot, heavy load of his creamy release.
βNow Iβll indulge.β
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.
βLook at how messy this pussy is.β
You whimper as he drags a finger along your creamy slit.
βYouβre always so messy, Satoru,β he purrs, blowing air to your glistening cunt. βBut I guess Iβll just have to clean it up, huh?β
Satoru huffs. You can feel his excitement, despite what youβd just done, roll off from him.
βSuguru takes cleaning rather seriously.β The words are directed at you.
Suguruβs tongue finds your slick entrance where Satoruβs 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 Satoruβs release while he keeps you nice and spread.
βAh, you look so pretty.β Satoru manages and youβre not sure if heβs referring to you or Suguru.
Your legs jerk and you mewl when Suguruβs 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 Suguruβs 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.
βYou taste so good, this pussy is so sweet. Bet itβs better than all that sugar in that basket.β
Satoru whines.
βI wanna have some more too. Chocolate is toxic for dogs so I might as well get what I can.β
Suguru snaps his gaze to him while he pushes himself up.
βIn due time, Satoru. No need to be so greedy.β
He frees himself, cock standing tall, flushed and throbbing. A silky bead of pre seeps from the tip, but Suguru doesnβt 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 heβs 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 theyβre nearing right where the three of you are sprawled on the floor.
Panic begins to set in. The least that youβll 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 youβre short on time.
You have no choice but to get moving. Even if your body is still eager.
βSatoru should keep them busy for about exactly six minutes and twenty seconds.β
Itβs clear that Suguru has probably endured Satoruβs shenanigans one too many times. So much so that heβs been able to give a time reading.
Through the haziness of your mind, you manage to hear an unfamiliar masculine voice call out Suguruβs 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. Itβs clear that everyone is attempting to keep the noise down.
βItβs too bad that I couldnβt have as much fun with you as I wanted, but I suppose that weβre out of time.β
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.
βItβs a shame Satoru wonβt be able to see you off, but Iβm sure that if he were here, heβd give you another compliment on your performance tonight.β
You blink at him, cheeks warming up while he keeps his gaze on you.
βYou should come around again, let me take care of you next time.β
You open your mouth to speak, but Suguru is called for again. He sighs at that and simply nods towards the door.
βBe careful out there, yeah?β He turns, swiftly, fluidly.
And then youβre out. Not because you were forced, but because youβve 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, youβd have saved yourself this trip.
Youβre still needy. Youβd gotten so worked up after Suguru teased you with the tip of his cock that youβre not even sure that youβre thinking clearly anymore.
Whether itβs a conscious decision, whether youβre 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 youβre 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. Thereβs 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 β 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 donβt have a tranquilizer gun. So youβll 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 stillβthere are no lights that are on and you donβt detect any movement.
You donβt 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 donβt 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 youβre 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 youβre inside, you close the door quietly behind you, chest stuttering with every shaky intake of breath. Your body is still communicating with youβtelling you that it hasnβt received enough, hasnβt 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. Itβs those lights that get left on when someone is to return home at late hours.
Thereβs not much going on in this house, everything is simple, but youβd expect that from a human living with a single hybrid. Thereβs not much clutter, but the space does look like it had been occupied not too long ago.
You lift your chin. You donβt see, hear or smell any hybrid nearby. Maybe itβs because your senses are clouded by the amalgamation of scents that still linger on your own skin. Perhaps youβre still too out of it to even concentrate your senses.
Whatever it is, you donβt quite care.
You start to believe that perhaps the house was left unattended. There are a lot of factors that come into play here.
βWell, well, well.β A masculine voice drawls from behind you, and you flinch before turning around to face the source of said voice.
βWhat do we have here?β
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 heβd just been in the shower.
Heβs huge tooβmuch like Sukuna, only heβs taller while this one is wider, bulkier.
The size difference between the two of you is comical and itβs 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 didnβt do much to mask your activities for the evening.
βYou the new hybrid Shiu was talking about?β His green eyes survey the living room, almost like heβs looking for something before his gaze darts to the front door.
Youβre not sure what heβs talking about or what heβs looking for, but you shake your head.
βNo. I donβt know whoβ¦ Shiu is and Iβm ahβ¦ not supposed to be here.β
Now those are words that you shouldnβt ever utter to the protector of a household or any territory for that matter. You realise your mistake and curse yourself.
Youβre far too out of it to think clearly enough.
He exhales and peers over at you again, eyes finally darting to the basket that youβve got clasped in your hands.
βYeah, I kinda guessed that.β
βIβve only come to make a delivery,β you adjust your hold on the basket. βI ahβ¦ just have to set this somewhere.β
You swallow as the ache from before teases you between your thighs. You know that heβs looking at the basket, he's studying you, gauging whether youβre a threat or not. You think that heβs already gotten his answer to that. Had he thought of you as a threat, he would have done something by now.
Youβre a little relieved.
βI see,β his voice does the most sinful things to your already needy, needy body. βYouβre the Easter bunnyβthought that shit was fake.β
You shake your head at that, eyes fluttering as embarrassment dusts your cheeks.
βIβm not the Easter bunnyβ¦ no.β
Youβre breathless, delirious.
βWhatβs your name then?β
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 heβs tasting the syllables too. He introduces himself too, as Toji, Β standing taller, tail wagging when he notices your eyes drift to his chest.
Ohoho, shameless arenβt you? He doesnβt mind though; he welcomes the attention.
βYou stop by other houses around here?β
With a nod, βI made deliveries in this street.β
Toji offers you a hum, like he already knew the answer.
βCan smell it on you. Youβve been real busy, huh?β
That question has heat scorching your skin. When he puts it like that, it sounds a lot more embarrassing than what it already is.
βBut judging by the state that youβre inβ¦β
Tojiβs 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 youβre still ready to go.
Toji gauges that although you were taken care of, you havenβt been taken care of properly. There are a lot of familiar scents that coat you, but thereβs one in particular that heβs not too happy about.
He doesnβt let it bother him though.
ββI can tell that the hybrids that were with you didnβt really do a good job.β 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 youβre clenching your thighs to find relief.
You take it upon yourself to ask this time. Everyone else has helped, offered their assistance, but now, youβre desperate. You canβt wait for assistance to be offered.
βPleaseβ¦β Your voice comes out soft and breathless.
Oh. You sound so, so sweet.
βPlease? Please what?β Tojiβs 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 youβre 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 youβre focusing your attention on your senses.
βOh, I see.β Toji flashes you a toothy smirk, displaying sharp, pearly white canines. βYou want big Toji here to do what those selfish hybrids couldnβt do for you, huh?β
You donβt understand what heβs saying. That is, until he speaks again.
βItβs okay, sweet thing. I was gonna wait for Shiu to get back from work, but Iβll look after you so good, yeah?β Toji pulls you in by the waistband of your shorts and you yelp when he pulls your tank top over your head.
βThat should do the trick while I release the pent-up energy Iβve got.β
Tojiβs gaze snaps south, to your pretty, pretty nipples that are already hard and ready for attention.
βI wonderβ¦β He murmurs low. βYou as sweet as the candy you deliver?β
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βMnghβhahβthatβs notβ¦ oh!β
Tojiβs tongue trails through your folds, collecting your juices as your cunt drools all over the warm muscle.
βGuess you areβ¦β He swallows your sap, Adamβs apple bobbing. ββ¦as sweet as the candy you deliver.β
You choke on a sob, eyes going wide when Tojiβs 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. Youβre still so tender, still so sensitive and youβre sure that your clit has been all but rubbed raw already.
βSensitiveβpleaseβ¦ ngh!β
Toji drags a canine along your puffy rosebud, hot breath fanning the sensitive bundle and you jerk, hips bucking.
βSensitive, hey?β His voice has a teasing lilt to it. βThought this was what you wanted?β
βInside. I want you inside. Please.β
Had you been clearer minded, youβd be embarrassed about how desperate you sound. Youβre too far gone, mind far too muddled to even care.
Toji hums, licks his lips but doesnβt 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.
βDonβt look so scared now, you just said that you wanted me inside.β
Tojiβs cock twitches where his glittery tip kisses your folds, teasing you. He simply stares, admires the way you jerk at the sensation.
βYou wanna know something, sweetness?β Toji taps his tip against your ballooned clit, spreading his pre all over the little bud. βYou came here smelling like a lotta different hybridsβfour if my senses arenβt lying to me.β
You whimper and Toji only offers you a toothy grin.
βNow I get real territorial and you wanna know how us dog hybrids like to stake our claim?β
Toji spreads you, folds you, locking you in place.
βHow?β
βWith piss.β Β
Your heart stops, breath hitching.
Toji huffs out a chuckle when he notices your expression.
βYou want it? Want me to mark you like that? Youβd smell juuust like me, sweetness and no other hybrid will dare lay a hand on you.β
Toji presses his cock to your drenched slit, teasing the tip past your folds and you whine and attempt to push your hips down.
βBut I guess Iβll lay off on that for now, huh? Gotta claim this sweet fucking pussy some other way.β
Then, because he promised to take good care of you, Tojiβs cock slides into you with so much ease, right past that ring that offers very little resistance because youβre 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 Tojiβs shape, etching the shape of him deep inside.
βThatβs it, sweet thingβoh, yeah, yeahβlook at you squeezing me like you want my cock to stay right here.β
Tojiβs hips snap forward and the couch that heβd creaks and jerks along with his movement.
You cry out as the bulbous head of his cock hits your bruised and battered sweet spot. Youβre so sensitive that the sensation has you near another orgasm, but itβs like your body doesnβt 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.
βThatβs not fucking fair now, is it?β Heβs talking to himself.
Toji pinches your clit and you mewl, tears brimming your eyes.
βThere no more cum left for me?β
Toji slides out, slowly. Viciously so before he slams back into you with a TWHACK! and a gurgled noised escapes you.
βGuess Iβll have to fuck the cum right outta you, huh?β
βTojiββ
βYeah, right here, sweetness.β
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 youβre 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 Tojiβs heavy balls slap against you.
βAhn! Muchβtoo muchβ¦!β
βThat canβtβ¦ hahβ¦ be,β Tojiβs tongue drags along the flesh of your neck while he keeps your ankles to your head. βStill have to knot you nice and good, yeah?β
βHere,β 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. βLet me show you.β
Your pussy clamps down at the sight and Toji curses under his breath. Heβs not going to last much longer.
βLook reeeaaal close, sweetness,β 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 didnβt look like that before.
Yes heβd been big, but he seems massive now, so much that youβre not sure that heβd be able to stuff that back inside you.
βYou see this swollen bit?β
Your eyes fixate on the tumefied base of Tojiβs cock, the coarse hairs framing the intimidating swell of it. You nod, breathing hard as your body jerks, hips rutting up without your control.
βOh look at you. Hungry for my knot, arenβt you?β
βThatβsβ¦β Your eyes snap up to Tojiβs before they flit back down again. ββ¦your knot.β
The words tumble from your lips as a mixture between a question and a fact, like youβd known all along, but it had still been a surprise, nonetheless.
Youβve never seen a knot before.
βYeah it is, sweetness,β Toji bares his teeth, flashing you a toothy smirk, eyes dancing with heated mirth. βItβs whatβs gonna help with your heat.β
βH-how?β
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.
βGonna keep my cum in this pretty little hole of yours until it sticks.β
He thrusts back into you then, just one mean thrust that pulls a cry from you. Youβre glad that his owner isnβt home. You canβt imagine hiding after all the sounds, the noise that youβve made.
The apex of Tojiβs 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.
βGonna fill you, gonna breed you nice and good, yeah?β
You murmur something unintelligible. Itβs 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 youβre sure that you feel your stomach bulge, you feel it stretch when Tojiβs cock jerks again.
Once. Then twice.
Youβre powerless against your orgasm as it blooms from your very core.
βIβmβ¦ oh godβ¦ cummingβcumming!β
You gush all over Tojiβs cock.
This orgasm feels stronger, wetter and itβs only when Tojiβs cooing at you, murmuring something about how he got more than just cum from you that you realise that you squirted.
βLook at that, so fucking beautiful, so fucking messy, yeah?βΒ Tojiβs movements turn sloppy, hips moving frantically. βAll I needed was your cum but I guess this works too.β
Heβs wrung absolutely everything from you and it drenches the cushions of the couch, coats your inner thighs and has the base of Tojiβs 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 isnβt done. He stays buried deep. Cock twitching. A warning.
Then, you gasp, head tilting back as your back arches off the couch. Tojiβs cock only grows wider, thicker as it swells, his knot taking full effect as he keeps you stuffed with his release.
βHnngh! So bigβtoo much, I canβtβhahβ¦ I canβt handleβ¦ it.β
βShh shh, sweetness. Youβll be fine, I fuckingβ¦ fuck,β Toji leans down again burying his nose in the crook of your neck as he breathes you in.
βI promise. Just have to stay like this for a bit.β
You feel just about ready to explode. Thatβs how full you feel. You donβt move, every movement serves as a reminder that youβre stretched so wide, near the brink of being split in half.
You hear the engine of a car outside amongst your heavy breaths, amongst Tojiβs 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 canβt let you move because youβll get hurt.
Youβre 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.
βToji, Iβm home,β a voice calls out. A voice belonging to the human that lives here. βSorry for running so late, they had me work overtime becauseββ
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 Tojiβs chest, like thatβd somehow hide you away. You donβt bother trying to meet the humanβs gaze.
βToji?β He sounds completely bewildered. βWhat in the actual fuck are you doing?β
Tonight has not gone how youβd expected it to, but it surely is one that youβre going to remember.
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A/N: Guys, let's go work for the Easter bunny. Also sorry for not including Nanami and Higuruma. I PROMISE that I was going to but then I had a different hybrid idea for them.
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