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he hummed low in his chest, the sound almost soothing, and didn’t stop. he just slowed down even more, the head of him pressing against you in tiny, torturous increments. his grip on your wrists never loosened.

“breathe through it,” he murmured, voice steady and quiet and completely in control. “i’ve got you tied down so nicely… you don’t have to do anything but feel me open you up. relax for me, love… let me control every inch.”

you tried. you really did. a shaky breath in, then out, but the stretch still made your thighs tremble. he was so thick it felt impossible for a second, like your body wasn’t built to take him, and the way he refused to rush only made it worse in the best way.

“i can’t—” you started, then cut yourself off with a soft whimper when he pushed forward another fraction.

“you can.” his thumb stroked over the inside of one of your wrists, almost gentle even while he held you down. “you’re already taking the head so well. look at you. shaking and still trying to open up for me. that’s my good boy.”

the praise hit you right in the chest. your cock twitched against your stomach, neglected and leaking, and you turned your face into your upper arm like you could hide from how much the words affected you. nanami clicked his tongue softly. “none of that. eyes on me.”

you forced yourself to look back up. his glasses were slightly fogged, blond hair a little messy from where you’d pulled it earlier, but his expression was pure focus. calm. patient. like he had all night to break you open. he pushed in another inch.

you gasped, legs trying to close on instinct, but his hips kept them spread. “kento— fuck—”

“language,” he said mildly, but there was no real heat in it. just that low, even tone that made your stomach flip. “you’re doing perfectly. feel how i’m stretching you? how your body keeps pulling me deeper even while you say it’s too much?”

you nodded weakly, eyes wet at the corners. “it feels— huge—”

“i know.” he leaned down and kissed the corner of your mouth, soft and almost sweet, while his hips stayed perfectly still, letting you adjust to the half of him that was already inside. “and you’re still taking it. such a good boy for me. so soft and open and trying so hard.”

another slow push. deeper. the burn edged into that dense, overwhelming fullness that always short-circuited your brain. your wrists flexed uselessly in his grip and he just tightened his fingers a little, reminding you that you weren’t going anywhere.

“breathe,” he reminded you again. “in… and out. that’s it. you’re alright. i’ve got every part of you right now. your wrists. your body. the way you’re clenching around me like you don’t know whether to push me out or pull me deeper.”

you made a high, needy sound that embarrassed you immediately. “please—” he smirked. “please what, love?”

“i-i can take it if it’s slow…” something warm flickered in his eyes. “of course you can. i never doubted that.” he started moving again, the shallowest of thrusts, working himself deeper by millimetres. “you were made to take me like this. pinned down and full and completely mine for as long as i want.”

every word sank into you. you were so subby for it it almost hurt— the way he talked to you like you were something precious and completely under his control at the same time. your cock throbbed between your bodies, untouched, and you couldn’t even rut up against him properly with the way he had you held.

“kento,” you whispered, almost letting out a sob. “it’s so much—”

“i know it is.” he finally bottomed out with one last, careful push, hips flush against yours. the sound he made was low and satisfied. “there. every inch. and you took it all. look at that. perfect.”

you were shaking harder now, full to the point of overwhelm, wrists still pinned, chest rising and falling too fast. he stayed completely still inside you, letting you feel the stretch, the heat, the way your body kept fluttering around him.

“such a good boy,” he murmured against your temple. “so obedient. so soft for me. you don’t even need to move. just stay right here and let me feel how perfectly you open up.”

you turned your face toward his and kissed him clumsily, desperate for something to ground yourself. he kissed back slow and deep, still not thrusting, just staying buried while his free hand stroked down your side like he was soothing a skittish animal.

when he finally started to move it was with the same torturous patience. long, slow rolls of his hips that dragged every thick inch against the places that made your vision spark. every time he pushed back in he gave you more of that quiet, devastating praise.

“that’s it. take it.”

“you feel incredible around me.”

“my perfect boy. just like this.”

you were beyond coherent answers. just soft broken sounds and the occasional whispered “please” or “kento” or “i’m yours.” your wrists stayed pinned the entire time. he never once let go. every time your fingers twitched or tried to grab at him he simply tightened his hold and murmured another calm, steady “i’ve got you.”

when you got close he noticed immediately. of course he did.

“already?” he asked, voice still unfairly composed even though his own breathing had gone a little heavier. “you’re going to come just from this? from being held down and filled and told how good you are?”

you nodded frantically, tears finally slipping free. “can’t— help it— feels too good—”

“then come.” he shifted the angle just slightly and the next slow thrust hit something that made your whole body lock up. “come for me while i’m this deep. show me how much you love being controlled like this.”

you came hard, cock untouched, spilling between your bodies with a broken cry. the way you clenched around him made his hips stutter for the first time, but he still didn’t speed up. he just fucked you through it in those same deep, deliberate strokes, praising you the entire time.

“y-yes… just like that… so beautiful when you come on my cock. look at you—completely gone for me. my beautiful boy…”

you were still twitching and oversensitive when he finally let himself go, burying his face against your neck and coming with a low, controlled groan. the feeling of him pulsing deep inside you pulled another weak whimper out of your throat.

he stayed inside you for a long time after, still holding your wrists, still murmuring soft things against your skin while you floated.

“you did so well.”

“took every inch just like i told you to.”

“i’m proud of you, love.”

“rest. i’ve still got you.”

only when your breathing had finally evened out did he carefully let go of your wrists and bring your arms down, rubbing the faint marks his fingers had left. he kissed each wrist once, then the corner of your mouth, then settled over you like a warm, heavy blanket, still half-hard and still inside.

“next time,” he said quietly against your hair, “i’m going to keep you like this even longer. just pinned and full and listening to how good you are for me. would you like that?”

you made a tiny, wrecked sound of agreement and he huffed a soft almost-laugh, pressing one more kiss to your temple.

he growls. like actually growls. ears flatten completely and he bites down on the side of your throat hard enough to leave a mark that’ll last days. his hips snap forward and the half-formed knot pops past your rim with a filthy wet sound. you choke on a moan yet he doesn’t stop. just keeps grinding in short, brutal thrusts that force the knot deeper, stretching you open around the thickest part of him until your legs are shaking and ur cock is leaking all over your stomach.

“look at you,” he mutters, almost to himself. “taking it so well. m-my beautiful human—such a pretty hole.” every time his tip brushes against the inside of your calf it sends another spark of heat up your spine. bunny hybrids run hot when they’re in rut and shoto’s been in it for three days straight. three days of barely leaving the bed—three days of him waking youu up with his cock already half inside you, ears perked, eyes half-lidded and desperate.

you reach up and grab one of those soft ears and the reaction is instant. his whole body jerks, a broken sound tears out of his throat, and he comes hard. knot locking tight, flooding you in thick pulses that feel endless. his hips keep twitching even after, trying to push deeper, like his body refuses to believe it’s already done.

you’re still hard. of course u are. bunny rut does that to humans too—something in the pheromones, or maybe the way he looks at you like your the only thing that exists. he notices. of course he does. those heterochromatic eyes drag down your body, linger on the way your stomach is slightly rounded from how much he’s already filled you, then settle on your cock.

“still need more,” he says, voice soft now, yet still erratic. the contrast is unfair. “i-i’m gonna take care of you—please l-let me take care of you.” he doesn’t pull out yet. he can’t anyway, not with the knot still swollen. but when the knot finally softens enough for him to slip free, the gush of come that follows is embarrassing. he watches it with that same quiet intensity he always has, then uses two fingers to push some of it back inside u. possessive little motion. u shiver.

“again,” he says, already hard again. bunny refractory period is a myth and a curse. “want you on your stomach this time, please...” you don’t argue. not when he looks like that—flushed, ears twitching, cock glistening with both of you, already leaking for the next round. he flips you easily.

the bunny spreads you open with both hands and just stares for a second, watching the way he drips out of you. then he’s pushing back in, slower this time, savoring the wet heat. his chest presses to your back. soft fur of his ears brushes the nape of your neck. “feels like i was made for this,” he whispers against your shoulder. “made to fill you. keep you full. keep u smelling like me.”

you turn ur head enough to catch his mouth in a messy kiss. he tastes like you. he always does lately. his tongue is careful, unlike his hips though. they’re deep, rolling thrusts that drag against every sensitive place inside you until your cock is hard again between your stomach and the sheets.

he reaches under you, wraps a cool left hand around ur length, and strokes in time with his thrusts. the temperature difference makes you whimper. he loves that sound. his right hand stays braced beside ur head, warm fingers tangled with yours.

“gonna knot u again,” he warns, voice cracking. “i-i can’t stop—” 

“don’t,” u manage. “don’t stop.”

the second knot is somehow thicker. or maybe you’re just more sensitive. either way, when it locks inside you again you see stars. shoto comes with a quiet, punched-out moan against the back of your neck, body trembling, ears flat, tail tight around your thigh. he keeps rocking through it, little aborted thrusts that grind the knot against your prostate until you’re coming too, messy and overstimulated, soaking the sheets beneath you.

he doesn’t pull out this time either. just collapses on top of you, careful of his weight, and nuzzles into the side of your neck. soft kisses. soft breaths. the occasional twitch of an ear against your cheek.

“love you,” he murmurs, so quiet it’s almost lost. “love being inside you… love how warm you are...”

you reach back and stroke one of his ears. he melts. a soft, happy sound vibrates in his chest.

“‘m gonna stay like this a while,” he says. “t-the knot’s still big. and i… i like being close.”

you do too. even when your body feels wrung out and overfull and a little sore. even when you know he’ll be ready again in less than an hour again anyway. even when the sheets are ruined and the room smells like sex and soft fur and the specific sweet-spice of his rut.

outside the window the sky is starting to lighten. neither of you care. shoto’s hand slides down to rest over your stomach, right where he’s still buried deep. his thumb strokes slow gentle circles. “mine,” he whispers against yiur skin. you smile hazily into the pillow. “yours.” his ears twitch once more. happy, content, and already half-hard again inside you.

kento nanami keeps your wrists pinned above your head with one firm hand, the other guiding his thick cock against your entrance. when you say it’s too big he hums low, not stopping but slowing to a torturous pace. “breathe through it,” he murmurs, voice steady and commanding. “i’ve got you tied down so nicely… you don’t have to do anything but feel me open you up. relax for me, love. let me control every inch.”

suguru geto smiles that soft, dangerous smile as he kisses down your chest, tongue tracing every ridge of muscle. “too big for my sweet boy?” he coos, rubbing his heavy cock along your hole teasingly. he pushes in slow, savoring how you open for him. “look how well you’re taking me already… such a perfect little hole. i’m going to ruin you so gently, make you crave being stretched like this every night.”

toji fushiguro chuckles dark and mean, shoving another thick inch in despite your words. “too big? tough shit, slut. your ass is clenching like it wants to milk me dry.” he grips your hips hard enough to bruise, pounding forward in short, powerful thrusts. “gonna fill this tight little hole until you’re leaking my cum. cry about how big i am while i breed you proper.”

choso kamo’s eyes go hazy with need the second you say it. he leans down and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, sucking a deep mark while he rocks deeper. “r-really? mmgh,” he whimpers hoarsely, voice trembling with restraint. he keeps biting and sucking fresh bruises along your neck and chest as he works himself in. “..need to mark you everywhere while i stretch you open… so everyone knows who this body belongs to.”

sukuna ryomen laughs loud and cruel, two hands spreading your thighs wider while another wraps around your throat. “good. i want it to hurt,” he growls, slamming another brutal inch inside you. he squeezes your neck just enough to make you dizzy, eyes glowing as he watches your face twist. “scream for me, little whore. the more it hurts, the harder i get. you’re not done until i’ve split you wide open.”​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 QUIET RELIABILITY

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 isn’t the type to make grand confessions or constantly throw compliments around. instead, his love shows up in the way he’s always there before you have to ask. if your car won’t start, he’s already looking under the hood. if you’re carrying something heavy, it’s gone from your hands before you can protest. if someone makes you uncomfortable, they suddenly find toji standing beside you with a look that makes them rethink every decision they’ve made. he’ll grumble the entire time, acting like you’re inconveniencing him, but you quickly realize he never actually says no. one night, after you thank him for always looking out for you, he lets out a quiet scoff, reaches over to straighten your jacket, and says, “somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t get yourself into trouble.” it’s the closest thing to “i love you” you’ll hear from him—and somehow, it says more than the words ever could.

𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 PHYSICAL TOUCH

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 treats physical affection like second nature. he doesn’t even think about it anymore—his arm is already slung over your shoulders while you’re walking, he’s bumping your knee with his under the table, or dramatically throwing himself onto the couch beside you until you’re both laughing. after missions, he’ll instinctively reach for your hand just to make sure you’re really okay. even quiet moments aren’t actually quiet with him; if you’re sitting next to each other, he’s absentmindedly tracing circles on the back of your hand or resting against your shoulder. one day you jokingly ask, “do you ever get tired of touching me?” he blinks, genuinely confused. “why would i?”

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 ACTS OF SERVICE