𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐠 ♡

You’d know these idiots since freshman orientation. Two years of shared greasy takeout, late night study sessions, and brutal hungover Sundays. That messy stretch of friendship was the only reason you felt comfortable enough to let your filter slip.

"It's not just the third floor," you said, tracing a finger around the rim of your cup. "It's everybody. The nursing majors. The track team. Pretty much every girl I've talked to. They all said the same thing, that you guys look like you belong on a billboard, but fuck like clumsy horny dogs."

"A horny dog? Seriously?" Rafayel looked genuinely wounded. "I am an artist and a very attentive one."

"You think lighting candles counts as attentiveness."

"It contributes."

From across the room, Sylus remained focused on his phone.

"Let them talk," his thumb paused over the screen "The loudest complaints usually come from people who never say what they really want."

You laughed "That's what you're going with?"

Sylus shrugged.

"Fine. Caleb?" he immediately looked suspicious.

"What?"

"That girl from the lacrosse team you fucked last weekend..."

Caleb groaned. "Oh, come on."

"How do you know she actually finished?"

"Because she told me she did."

"And?"

"And she was loooooud."

You stared at him and saw his confidence falter slightly.

"Girls do that so you'll speed up and get it over with"

Caleb opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked toward the window, his jaw shifting. "She... she wrapped her legs around my waist the entire time. That means it was good, right?"

"That means she was trying to get more friction because you weren't hitting the right spots," you said turning your head towards Rafayel "What about you?"

Rafayel straightened. "What about me?"

"When was the last time you actually looked down to see what was happening instead of just listening to the noises she was making?"

Rafayel's face turned a bright pink that extended to the tips of his ears. "I can tell by the rhythm. The atmosphere shifts."

"The atmosphere doesn't make a girl cum, Raf," you laughed, the whiskey bubbling up in your chest.

Across the room Xavier finally lifted his head from the rug, his hair stuck out in every direction.

"I just do it until they tell me to stop."

The room went quiet.

"Xavi, that is not the reassuring answer you think it is."

"Oh." he considered that.

"See?" you said, pointing around the room. "None of you actually know how to make a girl cum, you just assume you did a great job because you're hot, and then leave them to finish the job themselves after you fall asleep."

"That's correct"

The words cut through the conversation.

Zayne didn't look up from his anatomy textbook, he just adjusted his glasses and continued reading for a few more second before lifting his eyes.

Caleb barked out a laugh. "Oh, here we go."

Zayne ignored him.

"Most guys operate on assumptions rather than observation."

"Listen to the expert," Caleb said. "A man whose dating life exists entirely in textbooks."

Zayne's expression didn't change. "I understand the theory better than you"

"Theory?" Caleb repeated.

"Anatomy, Caleb."

"That's a lot of confidence for someone talking in hypotheticals." Sylus teased.

Zayne hesitated "It isn't as complicated as people make it out to be. I can show you."

"Do it." the words left your mouth before you could calculate the weight of them. "Show them."

Caleb sat up straighter. Rafayel looked interested. Xavier was really awake now.

The room suddenly felt smaller.

Sylus finally dropped his phone into his lap, his gaze locking onto your face, heavy and unblinking.

​Zayne didn't blink either. A dark red flush crept from beneath the collar of his black sweater, staining his throat. He looked at your cup, then at the space between his own knees, his jaw working as he swallowed.

Shit Shit Shit

​"We're... we've known each other a long time, this feels like we're crossing a line."

​"She asked," Sylus stood, the leather chair groaning beneath him. He crossed the room to slide the deadbolt into place before he leaned against the door and folded his arms. "And the doctor says he has the answers. Let's see a demonstration."

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​The floorboards felt cold under your bare feet. Taking your clothes off wasn't nearly as smooth as moments like this looked in movies. It was awkward, rushed, and far too real. Your jeans caught on your ankles as you kicked them off, your bra strap twisting before you cleared it from your arms.

​"Sit here," Zayne whispered. He was now sitting on the edge of the mattress, knees spread wide apart.

You moved into the gap between his thighs. His chest felt warm against your shoulder blades.

Caleb and Rafayel pulled two chairs forward and Xavier stayed on the floor, dragging himself closer until his knees almost touched your ankle.

Before moving anywhere else, Zayne clamped his hands around your waist. His palms felt warm against your skin, holding you steady between his thighs.

"The skin requires warming first, If you touch her when she's cold, the muscles contract. It closes the blood vessels."

​His hands slid higher, the friction of his palms catching against your ribcage. He paused when he reached your breasts, using his fingers to lift and shape them without any sudden squeezing. He kept his touch frustratingly light, his thumbs sweeping in slow arcs across the base before flicking directly over the tight tips.

​A gasp caught in your throat, slipping out as a sharp breath. You dug your fingers into his knees, squeezing just to keep from writhing away from his hands.

"Are those goosebumps?" Xavier asked from below before reaching out, his hand hovering an inch from your left knee before he dropped it back to the floor.

"Yes, but it's an involuntary reaction," Zayne leaned his head forward, his hair brushing against your earlobe. "It doesn't mean she's cold."

Caleb cleared his throat, looking down at his hands, then back at you.

The sudden loss of Zayne's touch on your breasts made you shiver, his hands already traveling down your abdomen to grip your inner thighs. He parted your legs wide, exposing you to the heavy stares of the room. Under the direct glow of the desk lamp, the skin of your inner thighs visibly trembled.

His knuckles dragged over your outer lips and he stalled there, his jaw tightening as he drew his hand back and stared down at the slight sheen—not nearly enough.

"She’s nervous and that's completely normal. Any friction here would just cause irritation."

"So you're stuck," Rafayel said. He was leaning so far forward his chest rested against his knees, his eyes wide and tracking every movement of Zayne’s hand.

"No."

Zayne brought his hand up to your face and pressed his middle and index finger against your bottom lip, forcing your mouth open. The scent of paper vanished under the wet heat of your mouth. "Wet them."

You took his fingers in, tongue curling around them. Zayne watched your lips close around his knuckles, his chest expanding against your back, before he pulled them out with a wet pop, a thin thread of saliva breaking between his hand and your mouth.

​"You only need to do this once to get things moving," Zayne explained guiding his wet fingers back down between your thighs. "If a man needs to re wet his fingers or use lube over and over, it means he’s doing something wrong."

He pressed his slick fingers directly against your clit, rubbing an agonizingly perfect circle.

A sharp cry broke from your lips and he rested the heel of his hand firmly against your pelvic bone, using that grounding weight to steady his touch while his index and middle fingers began a slow, testing exploration of the skin surrounding the swollen bud. He moved in light crescent shapes, mapping the outer edges first without touching the center directly.

Your hips moved, trying to force his hand to hit your favorite spots, but Zayne held your waist with his other hand, keeping you still.

"Not yet," his voice was losing its stiffness "Look at how she reacts when I go near it. She's so sensitive right here. Such a good girl for letting you all see." The bastard knew about your praise kink. Of course he knew.

He changed the strokes to a firm downward motion along the sides before gathering the slick that was beginning to coat his knuckles and smoothing it back up. He watched your skin change color under his fingers, his thumb finally making direct contact with your clit, pressing down and tracing a tight, clockwise circle.

Your thighs twitched, knees trying to clamp shut around his arm.

"Don't hide," his thumb switched direction, drawing slow figure eight that dragged across the very top of the bud before dipping into the soft groove underneath. "Let them watch how wet you get when someone actually takes their time with you. You look so pretty when you're dripping like this."

Across from you, Caleb's hands were gripping his own knees so hard the fabric of his sweatpants strained. His eyes were wide and fixed entirely on the gloss of your skin where Zayne’s thumb was slicking the fluid back and forth, finding the exact weight that made your head fall back against his shoulder "She’s... she’s shaking..." his voice sounded rough and uneven.

Rafayel moved to the edge of his seat, his fingers tangling in the hem of his shirt, his face had gone from pink to tomato red "And the color is different..."

"Because the blood is pooling exactly where it’s supposed to," Zayne told them increasing the pressure just a fraction until you let out a broken whimper. "If you change the rhythm too fast, you lose the progress, so find the pattern she responds to, and you stay there."

From the floor, Xavier stared at the small twitches of your hole "She’s pulling in, like she wants to wrap around something."

Sylus stepped away from the door, his hands were out of his pockets now, his knuckles white as he watched Zayne’s fingers spread your folds apart, exposing the wet, pink interior completely "She's begging for it."

​Zayne looked up at the four men watching.

​"The manual rhythm is only the baseline, the tissue is highly receptive to temperature and texture. Anything you can execute with your hands, you can replicate, and enhance, with your mouth.

​He brought his index finger directly to the very tip of your swollen clit, pressing with small, localized prods.

"If you use the tip of your tongue like this," Zayne explained, his finger mimicking the flicking motion against the sensitive bud, making your hips jump, "you target the isolated nerve clusters. It's high intensity and it forces the blood to the surface faster."

He then slid his index and middle fingers tightly together, flattening them against each other to create a wider, smoother surface. He pressed the flat length of both fingers firmly against your entire center, dragging them in a long upward stroke from your entrance all the way up to your clit.

"But when she gets overwhelmed, you switch," Zayne said as he repeated the stroke "You have to use the whole flat of your tongue like this. It dampens the sharp sting of the sensitivity while keeping the heat building. You alternate based on how much she's twitching."

He used his other hand to gently pull your lips apart "Look at the opening," Zayne's breath felt soooo hot against your neck. "When the nerves are active, the tissue swells. It opens on its own."

Behind you, something thick pressed firmly into the cleft of your ass. Zayne was completely hard. His glasses had slid down his nose, but he didn't take his hands away to fix them.

​"Zaynie..." you moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder again. The sight of the guys watching you was winding the coil in your belly tighter and tighter.

​"Tell them," Zayne ordered, his fingers digging harder into the top of your clit. "Tell them what it feels like."

​"It's... it's so good," you sobbed out "I... Zayne, I need...fuck...."

Sylus moved closer.

​"The internal contractions," Zayne told them, his words breaking as his thumb worked in a fast circle. "They will milk whatever is inside. Just one finger in. Now. Feel it."

​"Now?" Rafayel stammered, his hand shaking as he reached out.

"Now!" you ripped the word straight from your chest,

​They moved together, a crowded rush of limbs. Four fingers,all pushed into your wet pussy at once.

Your muscles clamped down in spasms. Caleb let out a low curse, his head dropping against your thigh as you squeezed his finger. "Fucking hell... tight little pussy."

"Keep your fingers still," Zayne's thumb was still holding pressure against your twitching clit while he kept your hips steady against his own shaking thighs. "Feel the rhythm. That's her release."

Rafayel didn't speak, his eyes were fixed on his finger buried inside you.

The silence returned slowly, punctuated only by the sound of you trying to catch your breath. One by one, the fingers withdrew, leaving your cunt open and drooling. You collapsed back into Zayne, your muscles humming with the aftershocks.

Four men stood around the bed, looking down at their wet hands. Zayne was breathing hard against your neck, one hand shaking visibly as he pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose.

He cleared his throat, his voice cracking slightly "Are there... any other questions?"

Xavier raised his hand slowly to his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the wetness on his knuckle, his eyes completely dark as he stared at your open thighs.

"Yeah," he said "Can you teach us how to make her squirt?"

He gulps, eyes dilated by the sight of your torso, his mind actively trying to ignore the fact that he stood right between your legs with your thighs resting on either side of his.

your heart beating sporadically against your chest, you were sure that if he listened carefully he could probably hear the sound of him disarming you.

‘what an unbecoming sight.’ you thought to yourself, an army general for the biggest surviving empire was feeling flustered at the mere proximity of your emperor, your best friend. you wouldn't even dare to acknowledge the dizzy sensation you felt near him.

suguru leans against you to reach for a pair of scissors to cut the excess gauze off, his hair brushes against your neck taunting you at the possibility of him settling between your legs.

like a taunt rubberband snapping he pulls you closer, lips finding a way to your neck. “what are doing?” your gasp out, your uninjured arm wrapping around his neck.

“please forgive me, but i need you, even if it's just this once.” he pants out, his muscular arms wrapped around your waist as if to ground you.

you cautiously bring your other hand over to his back and your uninjured hand immediately rushing to his long hair. you pull the gold imperial hairstick out his hair, flinging it across the counter as you tangle your hand in his hair.

you tug his hair in a downward motion as he slowly made it up your jaw to your lips. at first it was a slow reverent kiss made to encapsulate the depth of his unfiltered love for you, but like all things related to you, he just had to do it passionately.

he deepens the kiss, your hands fumbling around for the belt tying his garments together, he lifts you from his bathroom counter leading you to the plush feeling of his silk bedsheets, all without breaking the kiss.

he settles in between your legs, his lips returning to the base of your neck. you successfully untie the knot pulling the upper layer off revealing his muscles formed by years of martial arts and swordsmanship. at this point in time you couldn't be considered with the implications of a general lying with the emperor.

as if reading your mind suguru mutters against your neck, his voice littered with raw desire, “please be mine for tonight”

“just for tonight?”

“for as long as you permit me to lay beside you.” he correctly, his hands pulling every barrier between the two of you off and on to the side. he unravels the binding that keeps your breasts in place, his warm hands wrapping around them.

“i suppose i shall be generous and grant you your wish.”

“ah, your kindness knows no bounds, my lady.” his fingers trace down your breasts to your now soaked undergarments. he pulls it down letting it join the pile of clothing that sits scattered across the floors of his chamber.

his calloused finger slipping in between the folds of your wet cunt evoking a soft whine from you. your hand dragged down from the centre of his back to tracing the x-shaped scar on his midsection. the desire now palatable commands you to pull him against you.

the sensation of skin to skin contact between the two of you brought about the feeling of lightness you revelled in. your hips grinding against his pelvis just longing for some friction.

suguru groans, dipping a long slender finger in, his thumb gently rubbing against your clit, he increases the speed of his fingers, curling them at the right angle just to reach the spot that pulls the most sounds from you. his plump lips press against your neck, sucking softly leaving trails of small marks.

‎your moans grow louder, as he feels you clench around him, "show me how good i make you feel, my lady." he mutters while adding a second finger, his thumb rubbing small circles against your clit. your hands tug on his long hair, making him moan, his breath coming out ragged against your skin.

‎"please suguru." you whine, your legs attempting to lock around his arm but he pulls them apart holding you tighter against his chest, his fingers moving faster and deeper, with the wet sound of your arousal filling the quiet bedchamber

‎he keeps the rhythm at an infuriatingly steady pace, "come on, my pretty general. let go for me. i want to feel you fall apart all over my hand." who were you to not listen? your walls clench hard around his fingers, your body shaking uncontrollably against his chest as you reach the height of your orgasm.

‎"... please, i need more." your voice comes out weak all because you were using his bicep to muffle your moans. he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against his hard, throbbing dick, his purple eyes catching the soft moonlight filtering in.

‎"you want more? then take what you want, my love. i've been waiting for this day to come to pass." you mewl at the sensation of him thrusting in, feeling just too overwhelmed with the size he was packing.

‎he halts his movements to allow you to adjust to his size, your gaze slightly dazed after your previous orgasm. after a few beats you nod, signalling you're good to continue. he catches your lips in a rough, hungry kiss, swallowing every soft mewl that escapes you. one hand slides down to rub fast circles on your clit, his thrusts growing deeper and more urgent with every movement.

"suguu..." you drag out, your hands digging into his muscular back, leaving red streaks.

"i know, my love, but you can take it for me, can't you?" he reassures, pressing your knees back against your chest, leaning his weight over you to get deeper, every thrust hitting the spot that makes you see white.

‎he grabs your hips harder, keeping his brutal pace, fingers pressing hard against your swollen clit as he feels your walls starting to clench around him. your breathing growing ragged against his ear, voice thick with desperate need.

‎you both reach your orgasms, your moans mingling with his, arms pulling him against you as you ride out the rest of the high. suguru thrusts deeper, flooding your poor cunt with cum.

yet he couldn't help but admire the sight, his wildest fantasies brought to life.

©Mikaiswolfsbane 2026. taglist: @boba-rama

a/n: lowkey going to leave writing smut to the professionals 🥹✌️

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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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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Just to check up on you, of course! Just to make sure that brute of a bull hadn’t completely mauled you, of course! Seriously- what kind of farmer would Shiu even be if he didn’t care about the health of his most prized cows?

Which is why he’s standing in front of the barn doors at this very moment.

Towering and red. Furious and needy.

His ears burn as they take in the lecherous whines and squelches emanating from inside- and he’s placing one hand against the splintered doors. The other cascading down his toned front and squeezing his hot erection in an attempt to get himself to fucking calm down—

“Took ya long enough to man up.” Toji’s peeking up at the farmer through the gaps of his shaggy black bangs, scarred lips twisting up into the most sleazy smirk. 

Even from here, the farmer could see the way that the bull hybrid had you on all fours. Thighs sheeny with slick and sweat, strands of golden hay sticking to your limbs, twitchin’ every time he was swabbing his bulbous red tip between your pussylips. 

Toji doesn’t stop just because Shiu was watching. 

In fact, the other man only rests his weight further down on your lower half and pins his pelvis against yours. Even deeper. Even harder. Making your poor, trembling self scramble forwards a few inches at the sudden increase of pressure- before Toji’s slapping two palms down on your hips and drag-drag-draaaaagging you back down onto his thick throbbing cock. Like a ragdoll.

Probin’ and probin’ inwards—in and out, in and out. 

Shiu gulps as he catches a wet gush! of creamy sap leak out of your cunt - and he’s wondering whether Toji plans to stop at all.

Without any warning, Toji’s roughened fingertips come down to slam! on top of your slick-glazed folds. So tender and raw. And Shiu’s stepping forwards with his hand reached out- before he’s immediately freezing at the sound of you moaning.

“P-please-” Bucking your hips back in circular gyrations, you’re addicted to the way his puffy veins were snagging and rubbin’ against your g-spot. “Just feels so gooooood, Toji—”

“Shit…” Shiu whispers underneath his breath, eyes widening as he takes in the sight. There was a slight tinge of sweet cream and something woodsy in the air- and he’s wondering if this was what experts meant when they said hybrid pheromones made one lose their mind.

Toji glances over at the other man and scoffs—and without warning, he’s pulling out of your tight hole and flipping you over as if it was nothing. Right onto your back where he can stare at your pretty face whilst he presses his reddened cock between your legs-

Like an animal. 

Rutting and rutting until Toji’s flared mushroom tip somehow bullies inside your cunt with a wettened plop! And looking from here, the size difference was just incredible- Shiu’s stepping even closer, driven crazy wondering just how such a cute, innocent-looking pussy can take such a big cock so filthily.

Without easing in, without even slowing down, Toji pumps his vein-covered shaft past your entrance and in, in, in—

“Naughty girl- heh, don’tcha know that s’rude not to greet guests?” He’s angling his hips so that the circular divot right on top of his shaft scrape-scrapes down your cervix and makes you shiver. “Or are you seriously that fucked stupid, hm?”

“Wh-what are you…” Dazedly, you’re so gone that you barely even register the way that Toji grabs onto the lil’ stubs of horns atop your crown and bodily moves your head to the side.

To where Shiu was standing frozen. Erection raging in his overalls.

You gasp-

“Awww, look.” Toji snickers, cutting you off with a few more vulgar strokes. In almost no time, he’s rendered you speechless- just loooong slobberin’ smooches being pressed up against the back of your pussy. “Your beloved farmer’s here to see ya!” Holding you in place by your horns, he forces you to make eye contact with Shiu while he fucks you. No matter how much you squirm. “What a shame his pretty girlie’s too busy getting fucked dumb on my cock to even notice him…”

“Easy there, bull.” You shudder at the husky baritone of the other man finally speaking up. The scowl on his handsome face. He still has a cigarette pressed between his lips, and the smoky scent clings to him like pheromones. 

“And what about it, human?” Toji sneers right back, the bell ‘round his neck jiggling just a little as he opens your legs even wider. Making slick leak out from your core with a deafening splosh! and glisten right down the bull’s abs. He’s hitting your g-spot incessantly- “Jealous m’getting to fuck this pretty pussy and you can only watch?”

“You little-”

“Or-” The hybrid casually continues, folding you positively in half- until the caps of your knees hit your chest and you can only whine at the incessant stretch of your hamstrings. “-are ya jealous that I get to pump her so full of my cum that she doesn’t even remember your name?”

Shiu spits out his cigarette and stomps it out- fuck, he’s never been harder. “Don’t make me-”

But Toji only claws a hand upwards and squeezes your right tit, making a line of creamy milk dribble out from your swollen nipples. Which he’s leaning down to suckle on while looking Shiu right in the eyes, “Or s’it that you’re jealous she milks so much for me and nothing for you? Jealous that when I fuck her full of my calves she’ll be making even more?” You’re yelping as he bites dooooown on that sensitive nub, smirk palpable on his handsome face. “Jealous that they won’t be your kids?”

“I’ve had enough of this!” Face burning, Shiu’s making to turn around- fuck. And maybe run off to the nearest private corner he can find just so that he can jerk off—

“But I bet it turns you on, too.”

He pales, facing Toji once more. “Wh-what did you just say?”

But the bull hybrid merely graces him with a smug smile as he’s pulling out of your sloppy cunt once more- and oh, was it such a sight to see the way you were yowling and clawing onto Toji’s toned hips in an attempt to get his thick cock to fill you up once more.

He doesn’t listen to a single plea, yet jerks his head towards you cockily.

And the farmer- oh, he might just be the worst of the bunch. Because he doesn’t listen to a single rational thought in his brain telling him to simply leave—not before he’s taking step- by jerky step- towards your two sweaty bodies. As if hypnotized.

Shiu’s knees barely even hit the ground in front of you before Toji’s clasping onto the blushin’ back of his head and shoving the other man’s face between your legs.

Nose-deep.

And he’s shocked- he’s letting his eyes snap open- he’s letting just a singular wad of your candied slick end up on his tastebuds and he’s fucking addicted. Just darting his slick tongue all over just to gulp and gulp up your heady taste.

The prominent line of his nosebridge shoves directly between your swollen, sensitive pussylips and you gasp—“O-oh my god, Shiu you’re really-” Before those gasps turn into pants by the time that Shiu’s grabbing onto either side of your thighs and pulling you deeper onto his face. He hangs open his greedy mouth and engulfs your pussy whole, long tongue startin’ to slither inside-

“Ah ah- has your momma never taught you to share?” Toji’s rudely nudging the other man over and slotting himself between your legs as well. Dipping his even lengthier tongue out to just slide-slide-sliiiide around your wet outer pussy, “Should know that m’doing you a favor.”

“Sh-shut the fuck up-” Shiu didn’t even want to breathe let alone talk to this bull bastard. Fishing the tip of his tongue in and out of your quivering hole - fuck, he has half the mind to giggle at the way you clenched oh-so-cutely around him - while Toji drags your throbbing clit over to suck.

His scarred lips mercilessly pinch your nub, making you writhe and moan. “Oh, get over yourself. One taste and you’re in liplock-”

“I hear you slurring on her pussy as well.” The farmer grumbles out.

And your mate, Toji, is just about to open his mouth to snap back as well- when you clasp both their perspired scalps and press both of them to your treacly pussy. “Sh-shut the fuck up!” They snap their bleary, pussydrunken eyes to you at the sound of your trilling voice. “Can the both of you just focus on- ngh…this instead of arguing?”

And then they look at each other.

“You heard the missus.”

“Anything you say, girlie.”

And it’s the only warning you get before they’re both delving right back in between your puffy pussylips and lavishing you with both tongues- just the most sensual sensation. 

Those ridged textures slipping and sliding over your pussy and deeeeep inside, they thrash against each other and fight for claim over your wet pussy. They fork out your entrance - both at the same time - and Toji moves over to press on your clit while Shiu tries to fuck you with his tastebuds. They lap over each other and makes Toji moan into Shiu’s mouth as well as your cunt—

Well…Shiu thinks, as Toji starts fingering your slippery hole open now with two of his rude digits, murmuring something about ‘two at once’. 

.

.

.

Later - much, much, much later - it’s Kusakabe that calls Shiu’s bull and cow hybrid farm after a few days without hearing from his friend.

“What—that damned bull hybrid giving you trouble again?” The man asks, chortling into the speaker at the other farmer’s pointed silence. “Or is it your pretty cow hybrid? The one you favor so much?”

“Well…” Shiu starts, about to head into the barn once more- he could hear your pretty moans start up already, and he’d be damned if he let that bull have one over him. “You could say they’re giving me more than just trouble…”

What was that saying again?

If you can’t beat ‘em…join ‘em.

♡ NANAMI KENTO - HibernATE.

Name: Nanami Kento

Age: 27

Hybrid type: Ursus arctos horribilis

Height: 7’6+

Weight class: 1000kg+

Other notes: Mated specimen (to a human, for more see…) is currently in the process of hibernation, though stands to be on the brink of waking up soon. It is speculated that due to his age, size, and rut cycle that the specimen will be rather famished after his arousal. Quite, quite famished.

It’d started off as a little rumble in your living room, a little quake.

You’d been lazily browsing some magazine, barely even registering the words that seemed to slug across the page. They muddled up in your mind and took on the form of Nanami Kento - the days were too long with your hybrid husband in hibernation.

Given, it wasn’t that he’d completely disappeared into a deep sleep; hibernation was a period for Nanami to slow his metabolism, to lower his body temperature, to snooze most of the day away.

He wasn’t here to spoil you with breakfast in bed like he usually would, nor was he here to kiss you goodnight, to read to you with his deep tone, to have a hand on your back whenever you were out in public, to fuck you right—

You’re squeezing your thighs together with a slight squirm, “F-fuck…” Setting aside the magazine that was now the furthest thing on your mind. “God, how I miss-”

And then you’re catching the slight movements in your living room.

It started off subtle- the glass of water atop your coffee table was tremoring, the carpet spread out on the floor seemed to be moving. You’re frantically looking around and realizing that the couch you were seated upon was slightly jumping.

Something seemed to be thud-thud-thudding closer—

“My love.” 

It’s a thick, husky tone enough to make every hair upon your body stand on end.

You almost don’t recognize whose voice it is - simply that ruined. You almost start to feel fear creeping down your spine. You almost don’t want to turn around-

“My love, I think m’in rut.”

Less than a few minutes later and you find yourself on the fucking floor beside the couch - your back against the carpet, your legs strung high in the air. Your calves thrown easily over Nanami’s shoulders as the shoves your wet panties to the side and bullies himself in—

No preparation. No foreplay.

Just pure fucking need.

Your thrash against his hovering body and find yourself absolutely, needily helpless-

“O-oh, fuck.” And you never thought you’d see the day where you hear Nanami fucking Kento’s voice crack…Lips quivering as they drop open, eyes damn near bulging out of his skull- he feels his thickened tip lodge at your hot entrance and gasps. “Fuh-fuck, it needs to go in- oh, fuck.”

A single inch inside and he’s spurting out wettened wads of cum- already! It makes the process slightly easier, with the thick glaze of his sap easing up your entrance. 

“You’ve already- oh, ngh.” Just for the words to be fucked out of your lungs. You’re almost stupid on his cock already, feeling your tastebuds sizzle with saliva at the incredible stretch. “You must be sensitive. It’s already going in, Kento-”

“It needs to-”

“But-”

“It needs to go in, it needs to go in, it needs to go in.” But it’s the only thing he can repeat, like a mantra. Like the only sentence his dazed mind knows right now.

You clench and his bear-like ears flinch- making him claw onto your body even further as he plants a rude half-thrust. 

“P-please—” Body hunching into yours. Blond happy trail scratching your clit. A slick line of drool cascades down one corner of Nanami’s lips, long lashes fluttering as he’s starin’ down at your core. “Need it to go in- want it- have to-”

“Have to?” You gasp.

“Have to.” He’s groaning, eyes wild and widened as he’s pumping out half-ruts here and there and stuffing himself deeper by the minute. And at one point Nanami’s tilting his head and gnawing down on the tender side of your neck, “N-need to…”

You’re sure it almost looks like you’ve been thrown to the bears - literally.

He’s not even halfway inside but you swear it feels like he’s opening up various crevices and hidden spots inside you that you never even knew you had—fuck, had he grown larger since before the hibernation? “You’re- hck! Kento, you’re acting like such an-” And the way you say his name makes Nanami’s pupils dilate even further, until there was almost no honey-brown within his eyes. “-a-animal…”

“Am- n-need it to go inside- s’not worth it if I can’t feel myself at your- throat-” Could barely even string together three words to make a sentence. Could barely even breathe if he wasn’t fully inside you. Nanami’s rude tip bulges its way deeeep inside of you, and you can feel him throb-throbbing away at your very lungs. “Don’t let me down, pussy.”

Your eyes widen, “Y-you’re talking to…”

“Don’t tell me you can’t take it all- oh.” His hoarse baritone quivers at the mere thought, “That would just b-break me-”

Back arching into the perfect curvature against the carpeted floor, Nanami’s reeling his toned hips back and just plunging—feeling your body start to squirm away, and one of his paws come up to clasp your neck and draaag you right back down his cock. And he’s never sounded more serious in his entire life, “Don’t. Move.”

“Y-yes, Kento.” You could feel your cunt throb even harder at his words. You recall his words from just earlier. “Think you might just break me first.”

And what you didn’t expect was for that mere answer to make the blond man’s lips quirk up into a smile, for him to scoff out a chuckle. Something looks feral in his gaze, “Yes and?”

Fuck- your gentleman of a husband was never like this.

Usually, he took his sweet time with foreplay. He’d stretch that tight orifice of yours oooooout with his fingers. He’d tease your entrance all tender and ready to take his massive cock- but right now he was pinning apart your thighs with both of his hands and ramming his entire veiny length in.

But now he’d awoken from hibernation and he wanted you—badly.

And he was just so strong - expected, for a bear hybrid - that you were absolutely no match for the way that Nanami choked his hand ‘round your throat and manhandled you down to meet his length. To meet every thrust.

He’d slam his thick girth all the way until your poor, elastic hole was stretched thoroughly around his girth and could take it no more. Letting his cum splosh! around a little before drag-drag-draaaagging his veiny length all the way back out and inching back in again, puffing apart your innards to his swollen length- you start to claw at his muscular forearm and Nanami’s tightening his hold with a growl. “Oh my- please, Kento—”

“Inside-” He snarls, his pure need making his bass sound even more rugged than usual. And every time he speaks, Nanami punctuates it with a ruthless stroke deep inside, “Was thinking about you- all day- All night. All the time. Missed the feeling of this tight hole begging me to fuck her, and when I woke up I was just feeling s-so…” It’s then that the bear hybrid slowly looks down at your pussy, all engorged open with his incredible length. He gulps back saliva, “-hungry.”

And as if it wasn’t enough to have you at his complete and utter mercy, he was now smacking one hand down on your clit and brushin’ his thick thumb down that favorite nub of yours. “Couldn’t stop thinking of her. Couldn’t stop wanting to be inside her. Couldn’t wait to fuck her all full and make her carry my cubs- bet you misssed me, ngh, inside-” He hiccups, “Will this finally make it go inside- Inside, inside- inside.”

You’re bawling your throat hoarse, seeing stars burst behind your closed eyelids. And you distantly feel Nanami lean his head down and lick away the salty tears rolling down your cheeks- his rough tongue utterly parched.

“It’s- it’s already inside-” You gasp at some point, straining your throat to get the words out. Just so full with his thick, throbbing shaft speared inside of you- now, Nanami’s simplest movements left him hammering at your cervix. “Kento s’already inside-”

“Oh?” As if he hadn’t even realized, simply way too gone on you. He looks down at the sinful sight between your legs - your cunt all stuffed and quivering as you struggle to take him - knot awaiting at his base.

Something that you already know doesn’t bode well for you.

He looks at you intensely, “I’ve just come out from hibernation and next- o-oh, y’know what comes next for bears, right, my love?”

You could barely even think right now, “What?”

“Breeding season.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Eight inches hands

Name: Geto Suguru

Age: 28

Hybrid type: Octopus vulgaris

Height: 6’2+

Weight class: Undetermined.

Other notes: Whilst the breeding habits of this particular type of marine hybrid has remained a mystery for quite some time, it seems that this specimen is overtly eager to receive his mate in this state of rut. Faintly sweet pheromones. Strong tentacles (may perhaps take to use them during breeding with human mate, see page…)

“Eight inches—” Geto’s drawling out in his sing-song voice, letting pure lust seep into his words and leave them all hot and heavy against the column of your throat. 

He pumps his puckered tip against your g-spot and snickers, “Eight inches here-” And then once more against the door to your womb, “Eight inches there—” Before he’s biting down on the side of your neck and rutting up into you so hard that you swear you can feel him there. “Eight inches heeeeere-”

It’s enough to leave you shivering in this filthy full nelson that he had you in.

To leave your heart racing at the sound of his mean tone, cunt clenching as if you’ve just been shocked with countless volts of electricity. And of course Geto Suguru notices.

Of course he’s arching a singular brow at the sensation of your clingy walls, of course he’s slowing his hips down to look at you with an expression of mocking surprise. “Oho?” He pants out, nose crinkling at the bridge as he tries to keep his words composed. “What’s that? Are eight inches not enough for you, gorgeous?”

And to emphasize his point a little more, his thiiiick shaft is plunging so deep between your pussylips that you see the pale skin ‘round Geto’s pelvis burn bright red. You were just coming down from your nth high of the night, and even the slightest brushes against your throbbing nerve spots left you keening. His creamy tip swirlin’ the back of your cervix and making it feel like he was right at your throat—

Your eyes snap open in pure shock, breath catching in your throat as you realize just what he’s hinting at. “No! No it’s not-”

“No?” A thrill was snaking down your body- and so were a few of Geto’s looooong, flexible tentacles. They were a shimmering shade slightly lighter than his hair, with slimy tips that wrapped around both of your ankles and wrenched you open.

That was one and two. Three, four, and five slide all down the your quiverin’ sides- a sixth one of his tentacles slide-slide-sliiiiiding up to flick your throbbing clit in punishment. “So no my cock isn’t enough for this slutty pussy?”

“I didn’t mean that-”

Silenced immediately by one of his slimy tentacles spankin’ down on your pussylips, which makes you keen with the sting. To which you hear Geto’s chuckle pant out against the side of your face- god, this full nelson was the perfect position. He could see the way his vein-covered cock was shoveling in and out, he could see everywhere his textured tentacles were gliding down, he could see those lewd expressions you were subconsciously making- “Ah well, what can I do? This pussy’s just tooooo greedy f’me, I just don’t think my poor cock can keep up…”

You’re whining at the pure pout that you could hear in his tone, “But-”

“Oh, wait.” As you’d expected, he’s cutting you off with a higher octave- as though a sudden epiphany had just dawned upon him. And his voice dips down to what’s almost a purr…“I have an idea.”

“Fuh-fuck—” Your spine arches into the perfect curvature as his slick-covered tip slips between your pussylips and starting smearin’ your cunt all open. Those tendrils of his were just so dexterous, and you’re squirming at the slimy texture of him prying apart your most tender parts.

Swirling and swirling in circular motions to tease your hole.

Just the sheer squelching sounds of it was enough to nearly drown out his husky voice, “Eight-” His words quiver as if he was on the verge of chuckling. “E-eight inches-” Punctuating that little phrase with a thorough strike at your sponged cervix, the rounded circumference of him leaving a bruise. “Eight kisses.”

You babble, “Wh-what do you mean eight ki—oh!” Your question’s immediately being answered by a rhythmic thud-thud-thud at the very back of your cunt.

They’re just so distinct. Mentally, you count about-

“Eight- eight, see?” Geto’s humming out, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the back of your sweaty scalp. “Eight kisses at that cute cervix. Did ya count them, gorgeous?” And you notice that he sounds even more breathy than before, you notice that the air’s sweeter- as if Geto was losing his grip on reality with every slight slip n’ slide of his tentacles rovering in past your cunt.

“I-I…” Your mouth waters, spittle drivelling down either side of your lips. 

Seeing this cute expression on your face, he chortles- hell, he cranes his head down to lick at the glittery sap on your face. “Heh- of course ya didn’t count. Too fucked dumb, are ya?” He was just making fun of you, and he was fucking you like he hated you. “But that was eight—whoops!” Another dull skid of his rotund tip leaves you gasping, “Nine now.”

“Oh, please-” Babbling away stupidly- you were feeling pleasure from so many different points that you didn’t even know what to do with yourself. “That’s just not fair.”

“Wait till ya learn about what’s not fair, heh.”

And before you can stupidly say anything more, Geto has all his slithering tentacles cascading down your body. Two still wrenching your jittery legs open no matter how much you kick and thrash, two more holding onto your thighs, two more wrapping around your tits and twiddlin’ with your hardened nipples, and-

“Eight tentacles.” The hybrid rasps out, and at that very moment you’re feeling the final two of his tentacles plunge straight between your pussylips.

Rutting. Squeezing. Bullying and bullying their honed tips inside and fucking you at a rapidfire pace that matches his hips- “Eight inches. Eight kisses—” A few more bashes at your cervix that leaves you dumbfounded, “Eight tentacles, heh- ya really do have such a fuckin’ spoiled pussy, gorgeous. She just keeps wanting me stuffed all deeeep and haaaaard and kissin’ that cute cervix. She can’t get enough of me so she keeps suckin’ me in for more.”

“Oh- oh, please.” You struggle to stare down at where he was positively ruining your pussy from underneath, the curvin’ lines of his tentacles sticking in and out of you at a blurring pace. Starting off slooooow at the tips that wriggle their way inside- before he’s suddenly shoving most of his prolonged lengths in and repeating the sultry motions. “It just feels so good, is that really only two tentacles?”

“Yes—why?” 

“It just f-feels like more-”

“More?” And you instantly know where you’ve made a mistake- Geto’s voice was breathy with excitement. “You want more, gorgeous?”

“That’s not what I…” You’re simply so stunned that you don’t know what to say. Simply so fucked stupid that before you can even think up a response, Geto has two of his tentacles probin’ apart your pussylips—and a third one lifting off of your hips to veer downwards and suction on your clit.

So hard that you’re seeing complete stars—

“Aaaaand look at that-” Geto sighs, “Yer cumming already, gorgeous. Look what happens when you ask for more.”

Begging, you’re  tearing up with the sheer intensity of your orgasm. “Mmm, please-”

“Mmmore?” You couldn’t believe the audacity of this hybrid- and the way he was lifting off his second tentacle from your hips. He now had two of his tendrils sliding inside your entrance, gliding and massaging against his red-hot cock.

And then two more that tugged and teeeeased your poor clit to no end, setting two of his suction cups on top to give you lil’ sparks of your high. They were rolling over circles. Rolling over hearts. Matching the ministrations on your tits. 

Geto made you jolt with even the lightest touches that to your overstimulated body really didn’t feel light. “Seriously- am I the one in rut or are you the one in heat?”

“Maybe both?” You dazedly ask, “I don’t even- hck! know-”

“Can’t think, can you? S’my cock leaving you speechless? My tentacles making you all stupid?” He tuts, almost sympathetic - though you knew that in reality it was far from that. “You wanted to be fucked so baaaaadly by me and now you’re getting it, aren’t ya?” At your gurgling mess of responses, “S’alright, gorgeous, I just need to know your answer to this one question.”

Yet another one of his slimy tendrils lifts off of your body - this time from your tits - to manhandle your head to the side to face him. “Yes- fuck!”

“Clean that mouth out before you speak t’me.”

Before you know it, the tentacle wrapped around your neck slips its slimy tip into your mouth and dangles it wiiiide open for him to spit inside. “There- all better. And now would ya like to hear what my question is?”

And obviously that’s going to pique your interest, even with the pistoning sensation from all angles driving your pussy wild. “And th-that is?”

“What do you think about eight kids?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - HOTEL FUCK-SYLVANIA

Name: Choso Kamo

Age: ??

Hybrid type: Desmodus rotundus

Height: 6’4+

Weight class: 80kg - 90kg.

Other notes: Subject is mated, interestingly it seems that this particular vampire bat hybrid has the ability to replace his appetite for blood with other bodily fluids. Particularly in relation to the bat’s mate, it seems that this ability takes effect twofold during times of rut.

“Don’t take this the wrong way…” Utahime asks, and by the worried expression on her face you know she means well. It’s only when you nod your head in a gesture for her to continue does she finish her sentence- “-but isn’t it, like, scary being with a vampire bat?”

You tilt your head in confusion, “What do you mean?”

To which the purple-haired girl looks around the bustling café the two of you were in before continuing with her impromptu interrogation, “Aren’t you scared you’ll wake up one day and he’ll be drinking your blood or something? I don’t know, I’m just a little worried…”

“Choso would never do that.” You’re crinkling your nose in amused distaste, even the thought of your lovely boyfriend doing such a thing is enough to make you want to laugh out loud.

“But how does he fulfill his cravings, though?” She swirls around her drink a little, as if expecting it to turn into said crimson liquid any moment now. “Because I read somewhere that their cravings are quite strong, especially during a…”

“Rut.” You finish for her, “And yeah, I suppose they are- but Choso always satiates his cravings with something else.”

“With what?”

“Um, alternatives.”

“What alternatives?”

Well…

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“P-please…” Choso groans, voice trembling at the back of his throat. And the sounds he’s making right between your legs are plain sinful- they almost make you shy to hear. 

Just squelch after solid squelch! being wrung out of your sloppy cunt any time he’s pumping his tongue between your folds. Pistoning in and out, in and out, in and out at a feverish pace. 

And he’s not shy about getting it all filthy with your clingy wads of sap. Letting his ridged tastebuds swirl all ‘round your tender channel a few times, fishing around for those sweet wads of white before gulping them down. Choso was kneeled at your feet and practically worshipping your pussy with his mouth—

“Th-think that’s all there is, baby-” Gasping, your hands claw atop your boyfriend’s scalp. With a feeble push, you’re trying to get his spit-slicked mouth to detach from your cunt. “I think m’done-”

“But I’m not done.” Choso stubbornly says. And even from here you can see the way his pinkish, swollen lips wobble out of pure frustration where they were sucking on your clit- moved past lickin’ up your sweet, sweet juices to toy with your pussy.

And as if on cue, you swear you could hear the rumble of his hungry stomach—bat hybrids always did get extra famished during ruts, the doctor had told you.

She’d also warned you that Choso might just suck your pussy dry if given the chance - and that seemed to be exactly what he was hellbent on doing. With his puckered lips spreading even wider open and pokin’ his tongue away into your hole, he’s slurping up any and every remnant of his own cum from mere minutes ago. 

Your slick glazes all down his chin, creating a shimmery effect that made him look completely gone. “Look- look at her.” Eyes wide, completely crazed. “M’just starving for your pussy, baby—dying. I could eat her out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

Arching your cunt against his face with a whine, “S-so you’re just never gonna be full, Choso?”

“Hmmmm…” He pretends to think - or, at least, you think he’s pretending to. But with how utterly ruined he was from your honeyed sap left you wondering whether Choso Kamo was actually serious about brainstorming the answer- taking a single lick at your folds and nodding. “Yeah- never gonna be full, baby.”

“You seriously needed to taste me to get your- hck! answer-” You’re panting, sheer disbelief in your tone. “You can’t be serious, Cho-”

“Dead. Fucking. Serious.”

And then he’s wriggling his crowned muscle back between your pussylips and makes you cry out, “Oh p-please—” Two doughy pads of his fingers pryin’ aside your folds to help him get to where he wanted to taste the most. 

Now he’s fingering you as well as makin’ out hotly with your pussy. Just the cushy edges of his digits searching for your sweetest spots, “S’the sweetest dessert I’ve ever tasted- the most delicious fuckin’ thing. Tastes so good. Tastes so fuckin’ good.” He murmurs wetly between your lips, long lashes fluttering as your velvety walls clench ‘round his tongue. “Always so good f’me trying to suck m-my tongue back in- never met a dessert that wanted to be eaten so badly.”

“Choso!” You’re gasping, “I’ve never heard you speak like this-”

“I’ve never been this hungry.”

But he wasn’t just hungry right now - he was absolutely starving, and eating you out like just so.

Almost experimentally, you’re pushing on Choso’s sweaty scalp and watching as he scrambles to grab onto either side of your thighs and crush himself nose-deep between your folds. “No- no no no no- don’t even joke like that, baby.” All serious. His two fanged canines peek out from underneath his upper lip, and it makes you shudder. His bat-like wings flapping behind him- “Not yet. Please not yet. You can’t seriously expect me to remove myself from your p-pussy when she’s creaming down my tongue like this—?”

“Well, I was just thinking…” You mumble, “Wouldn’t it satiate your thirst more if-”

He nips at your clit with his canines, “More if?”

“If you filled me up again, Cho?”

And then he’s peering up at you with those deep, dark irises of his - giving absolutely away in his expression. Mouth stalled. Spit drivelling. Throat bobbing with a singular gulp—

Before Choso’s on you in an instant- hands at your throat and pinning you down onto the bed, meaty thighs pushing your own apart and letting him lodge his red-hot cockhead-

“F-fuck-” Just a singular smooch at your precious cunt and Choso’s already throwing his head back in ecstasy. Back arching. His wings bolting out straight. He can’t stop himself from dribbling out in pearly beads of white that cling n’ drip down the front of your cunt, smearing it all in a glossy white shade. “Fuck- oh my god-”

“You’ve cum already?” You’re marvelling at the sticky warmth that fills you up from the inside, splatterin’ the bed around you.

Something that Choso quickly takes care of by roverin’ his greedy fingertips down and pressing them inside—in and in and in. In sinful synchronization with the constant thwacks! of his heavy base against your puffy folds, just fucking those webs of seed even deeper. 

His fingers are stretchin’ aside your tight orifice and somehow managing to squeeze in—your eyes damn near bulge out of your skull at the sheer stretch of him fitting in something else. Something you hadn’t even noticed until now - the prominent knot at his base- “Mhm, told you m’ravenous for ya.” It’s a rounded ring of flesh that bullies into your entrance, shutting it tight. “S’like a never-ending feast, I get to eat your pussy out until she doesn’t know what it feels like n-not to have my mouth on her.”

You’re gasping at the feeling of him plugging your hole - feeling that lump at your very throat. “B-but how can you eat me out when you’ve got your knot in for now? Not to mention just how deep you’re fucking your cum in…”

“Ah, no worries, baby~” Choso hums, and his cock twitches inside of you. “It’s more fun that way.”

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The next time you’re meeting up with Utahime at your usual lil’ café it’s with Choso in tow.

Hand-in-hand.

Shoulders brushing shoulders in your booth.

Positively glowing after his last satiated rut.

You’d say that the meeting went quite smoothly, to be quite honest. Utahime had gotten over her initial trepidation over his hybrid species, and the conversation was flowing smoothly. 

So smoothly, in fact, that at one point in some dramatic recounting of her last mission- Utahime’s hitting her fork off of the table top. Brushing aside your motions to pick it up, she herself ducks under the table to get that traitorous silver utensil.

Still continuing with her story, “—and then my dear Shoko came up to me and said-”

From above, both you and Choso look at each other in confusion as your friend abruptly stops in the middle of her story.

From below, Utahime felt the soul escape her body the second she accidentally caught a glimpse of your legs, of the short skirt that covered none of the…rabid bite marks littered all across your thighs. She didn’t even have to look too hard to see the way that inched up the inner parts of your legs, closer and closer to…

When she finally resurfaces, the two of you notice that she seemed rather…pale.

You start, “Is everything alri-”

“I think I just figured out what you meant by ‘alternatives’.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Fire-BENDER!

Name: Ryomen Sukuna

Age: Don’t ask.

Hybrid type: Genitive draconis

Height: 9’7+

Weight class: 10000kg - ??

Other notes: It is quite rare to come across a dragon hybrid specimen, and this particular one is an exceptional example of the male dragon. Approaching rut it seems that horns have grown larger, wings have grown stronger, and overall body composition has become much more imposing - all likely in the hopes of seducing his mate, the human (further research see page…)

It must be noted that this particular subject is rather temperamental, and this attitude may pass over to the hormone-fueled rut, as well.

You were arranged to be married to Ryomen Sukuna.

It was not a deal that you had a hand in making, nor one that you had the right to reject.

It was the union between two clans, the marriage between human and myth, the collision of two worlds once thought to be forever separated. And thanks to the ingeniousness of your clan’s elders, it seems that those power-fueled daydreams are now becoming a reality.

And there you were, the scapegoat of it all.

They didn’t care whether you were killed by the infamous King of Hybrids - that had no matter to them, they’d still have the fame of being the first in hundreds of thousands of years to successfully barter a marriage between human and dragon. 

Which might have been why no one showed up to your wedding day.

It was quite the solemn affair, if you do say so yourself. Decent, perhaps, at best. The stiff routine of pledges to one another that should have been romantic passed by you in a blur, until ultimately you were bowing to the pink-haired hybrid before you and realized that you were bowing to your husband. To each other. Husband and wife.

Until you found yourself steeped in the most important tradition of all—the wedding night.

You sat on the farthest corner of a bed far grander than king-sized - fit for a dragon, you supposed. And as you waited for your new husband to do something - anything - you contemplated just what that hulking figure of his might mean for you in bed-

“Before we do anything, should you so wish-” He gruffs out, turned away from you so you didn’t have to see his expression. Though, you could make out the faint dusting of pink at the very tip-tops of his ears, “-you should know something.”

“Yes, anything.” You answer, brows furrowing.

“I’m in rut.”

It comes out so matter-of-fact, and you find yourself speechless for a few seconds.

A few seconds in which Sukuna finds himself exhaling, “Look- I understand if you don’t wish to consummate our marriage tonight, I won’t take fuckin’ offense if-”

“Apologies for interrupting-” Though you didn’t feel a speck of remorse, “-but I was actually about to say that I’m glad for the fact.”

He turns to you with hungry eyes.

You’re taken right then and there on the edge of the expansive bed, the velvety sheets drenched in all your sappy juices. Sukuna smacks! down both his plush, reddened tips between your pussylips (dragon hybrids had two, it seemed) and grins at the way your cunt tries to sluuuurp him up- “Are you sure yer a human, brat?” He’s asking for the nth time this past hour.

“F-for the last time-” You gasp, eyes shuttering shut at the teasin’ feeling of his matching cockheads gliding all down your quivering orifice. “-I-I am—fuck.”

Only for your mouth to fall into such a sultry oh! of pleasure, eyes rolling all the way to the back of your skull once Sukuna engulfs one of his tips inside of your cunt. That curve at the end of his shaft was just delicious, opening up your dewy wet entrance in ways you didn’t even know were possible. Stretchin’ out that adorable hole of yours so wiiiiidely around the dragon’s cockhead that you swear you’re seeing stars—

“And yer soooo fucking sure?” Sukuna scoffs, crimson eyes rolling. “How m’I supposed to know that’s not just that pussy talking, huh, mama?”

Before you can bite out a response, his slick-glazed tip was raaaapidly pumping in and out of your core. Not even waiting for you to get used to the sheer primal stretch, not even waiting for himself to get used to the suctioning sensation of your soaked walls.

Sukuna’s using one tattooed hand of his to hold onto your pretty throat and smack! you back down onto his honed v-line. The ridges of his muscles against your thighs driving you absolutely wild, “Because there’s no way- fuck, takin’ me so well like this…” His bleary eyes lock down at the spread-apart lips of your cunt, the way you spurted out just a bit of gloss with each ram. “You’ve gotta be some type of- of pussy hybrid, or something-”

“P-pussy hybrid?” You gape, and for a moment you’re not sure if you heard him correctly with the way that Sukuna was shovelling his achin’ erection into you so hard that you eardrums pop!

“Mhmmm—” He’s confirming, a primal waver in his voice. You can only watch as the King cups the second of his stacked cocks- whilst one was rudely plummeting in and out of your cunt, the other was being guided by him to knock against your cute asshole. “Tell me the truth, brat- are ya seriously just some fuh-fuck- sort of hybrid sent to ruin me? Maybe a succubus?”

“I’m not a- ngh.” But you’re being cut off by the feeling of his incredible second girth kissin’ your other hole. Just barely stretching out the outer rim before pulling back as if nothing had happened.

“I’ll give those cute holes of yours what you want if you give me the- ngh, truth.”

“But I am, I am!” You’re crying out, your spine arching against the soft mattress as he starts striking at your cervix rhythmically. As if he was trying to fuck the answer out of you. As if he was trying to plug up your shattered throat with all his gluey wads of pre.

You reach your hands out to claw at Sukuna’s sculptured deltoids and he groans, “Mhmmmm—that can’t be.” He’s looking down at you seriously, a pink-colored brow raising with a scoff. “How else are ya gonna explain how this is the s-strongest fucking rut of my entire life?”

“I can’t-”

“And what about the way I just can’t- stop- fucking you-” Two of his roughened palms hold onto your waist tight and fill up your geysering orifice, pressing you down onto the plush mattress as he drills into you. 

The pistoning of his hips was rude on your cunt- but utterly teasing against your backside. Simply stretching on your hole with his flared tip, “The way I can’t stop listening to wh-whatever this pussy wants- fuck, and the king never bows to anyone.” Sukuna scowls, entire face furrowing into an expression you couldn’t differentiate between fury and ecstasy. “The way I can’t stop fucking you- fuck. The way I know m’gonna me dreaming of this pussy tonight and the night after, and the night after. The way—” He puffs out a heaving breath, smoke curdling out of him. “-the way I think m’gonna fucking die if I stopped fucking her- you’ve got me hypnotized. You’ve got me addicted. You must be some- some succubus hybrid. Some pussy hybrid-”

“I’m just human.” You’re blatantly replying, and you squeeze your slurping walls in emphasis-

Only for that single act to nearly break Ryomen Sukuna.

He damn near collapses on top of you, with his sweaty forehead pressed into the crook of your neck. “Y-you lie.”

“I do not-”

“How else are ya gonna explain how I c-can’t even-” Even as he says it, Sukuna’s scaly wings flinch and flutter open. The feeling of your cunt clamping down on him was just too fucking good- “-control my fucking pheromones anymore?”

As the saturation of spiced wine grows stronger in the air, your lungs attempt to gulp the addictive scent down. “M’seriously just a human-”

“And you’re trying to tell me that the King of Hybrids has fallen before a mere human?”

You open your mouth to answer—but your new husband’s merely shutting you up with a vulgar few pumps that leave you gasping for air. Your eyes shuttering as he thrusts you into a high in absolutely no time.

One you didn’t even expect.

One you didn’t even know was coming.

One so strong that it makes his crimson wings snap! open and tremble sensitively at the squeezing of your cunt.

The white-hot pleasure rips through your body and leaves you whining, mouth falling agape. “Oh- oh my god, you’re such a—” Without warning, you clamor a hold onto Sukuna’s red horns- gripping onto it for dear life as the orgasm bubbles in your veins. “-fuck, keep going, Kuna.”

“As you wish, ma’am.”

And you don’t know who’s more surprised by the response that falls out of Sukuna’s mouth - your or him. 

But almost as if to make you forget just what he’d said, he’s roverin’ his puckered tip down the side of your walls- easily locating your g-spot and ruuuuubbing down that particular area with his veiny shaft. “Y-your ears did not hear that.” He rasps out, something seething in his tone. And before you know it, his second dribblin’ tip eases its way through your second hole - both swollen cocks massaging your channels in one go. So big that you could almost feel them rub against one another- “If I g-give you both, you did not hear a thing, brat.”

Still trembling from your last high, you mime zipping your lips shut. “Didn’t hear a thing.”

“That’s my wife—”

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After your honeymoon was over - a trip through the serene countryside, as organized by Sukuna who willed that a proper honeymoon was only befitting for a marriage that had been less than planned from your end - you were met with a surprise once you arrived back home to the Sukuna Estate.

Your attendants had informed you that you had guests waiting in the meeting hall. And who you might have assumed to be your friends, or perhaps your parents, had been none other than…your clan’s council.

Here to check whether the King of Hybrids had left you alive until now, you presume. Though not out of concern for your health.

They glanced over you and straightened immediately at the sight of Sukuna following just behind.

And while you hear your husband’s tail swish in annoyance behind you, you’re raising your hand to him as a gesture that you could handle it. Because, of course, you could handle it.

“My dear-” You’re starting off, barely looking in the direction of the elderly men seated in the room before you. “-would you mind letting the house staff know to prepare some tea for our ah- guests?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

How you relished in the look on their faces.

♡ INO TAKUMA - Hop to it!

Name: Ino Takuma

Age: 21

Hybrid type: Oryctolagus cuniculus domesticus

Height: 5’10+

Weight class: 75kg - 85kg.

Other notes: Unmated however seems to express interest in a companion close to him (human?) Even for a rabbit hybrid, subject seems rather…exciteable in relation to his rut. Healthy pheromones, above-average stamina, exceptional desire to breed.

“A-am I pregnant yet, pretty?” Ino somehow manages to babble through his teeth, barely even audible through the constant wrecked moans and the bubbles of spit that just keep on leaking out of his mouth.

At least…until you’re swervin’ your gummy cunt back down his length and it makes Ino throw his head back with a whine. Just the prettiest noises you’ve ever heard, it’s enough to make your pussy throb a few more times before you’re speeding up your pace down his slender hips.

Watching as the bunny hybrid below you squirms n’ whimpers with each gyration, “P-please-” He gasps out wetly through his tears, and you feel both of Ino’s hands come up to plaster upon either side of your hips. Cute nose twitching, “Please, I need to get- ngh, I don’t think it even works like that but…”

“Oh, Taku—” You’re cooing out fondly- and the mere sound of your voice was enough to make his bulbous tip empty out a few more wads of cum. “I don’t think it works like that, baby. I don’t think you can get pregnant-”

“But how do we know if we don’t try—?” He insists- and you swear his adorably bush-like tail must be quivering by now. He’s just so pussydrunk right now that logic wasn’t even an existing concept in his brain right now.

His rut had him completely stupid. Your pussy had him completely stupid.

All creamy and soaked with how many times he’s emptied his balls out into you by now. 

And as if to prove his nonsensical point, Ino’s lifting you slightly - just slightly, he couldn’t possibly handle anything more - off of his achin’ hot cock. It makes your entrance leak out in the webs of Ino’s high, so much of it streaming down your inner thighs and making the man below you gulp at the display.

You certainly couldn’t forget that rabbit hybrids might cum fast—real fast, but they sure did have the stamina to last all night. Especially Ino.

Almost as if he was hypnotized, he’s reaching a hand up and thumbing along the mess that he himself had made. Pushing just a few of those creamy white dollops inside of you, mouth gaped and awestruck at the sheer amount of volume that’d been stuffed in your cunt. “S-see?” He breathily whispers, more to himself than anything. And Ino had such long, silken ears the same chestnut shade as his hair - they raise in alertness as they look between your glistening folds. “See- there’s just soooo much, sweetness, ngh- s-surely at least one drop of this s’gonna end up with me pregnant?”

“Oh, Taku—ngh.” Back arching as his hips start funnelling upwards into yours.

Providing your greedy cunt with so many inches- Ino was just the perfect thickness. Not too slender so that his flared edges hit each one of your tender spots, not too thick so that he didn’t have to wait for you to get used to the size before fucking you hard- fast-

“S-see how much I’ve filled you up?” He’s gurgling out, his nose twitching with keen interest. “See how much of my cum is dribblin’ out? I keep fucking it inside and it’s still- ngh, coming out-” Pleading with you. Begging to you. The air grows even more saturated with his sweet sunflower-like scent, “So s-surely…don’t tell me we can’t, pretty. I’ve cum inside you so much that I feel pregnant—”

You have to stifle a giggle - he was just too cute. “Baby, it won’t end up with you pregnant-” Enough to make his entirely pretty face become crestfallen, long ears drooping with sadness. Aw, it was just too cute. “-but it might just get me pregnant, if that’s what you want…”

“Y-you?”

Nodding, “So hop to it- if that’s what you want.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And it only takes a split-second for him to brighten back up like a Christmas tree - ears upright, eyes shining with interest, the reddened tip of his cock jolting once, twice, thrice—

“So it’s you that gets pregnant- it’s your pretty pussy that I get to fill up until she- hah, can’t take anymore.”

Before he’s thumpin’ it straight against the back of your womb and cumming with a wet squelch! Again. The noise rings in both your eardrums and makes Ino groan at the realization that he was filling you up again-

“Oh- oh, I’ve…” His spit-slicked lips fall open, and a blush grows even stronger on the tips of Ino’s ears. “I’ve cum again- that must be a sign of good luck, right, pretty?” Urging his hips up even higher, “A sign that you’re gonna give me the cutest son?”

You’re shivering at the sultry sensation that you don’t think you’d ever get used to, “Y-yes, baby—”

“Baby—oh.” And you could practically see his dark pupils take on the form of hearts at the very sound of you calling him that. Though- in Ino’s pussydrunken brain, it’s registering as something else entirely. Whispering, “We’re gonna have a baby- m’gonna fuck a baby into you.”

“You’re so- mmm, insatiable.” You gasp, placing each of your palms atop his pecs to balance yourself as you start roverin’ your hips back down.

And you might think that meant he would be happy about the way you start to bounce down his toned pelvis- you might that meant he would be happy to see you trying to fuck his gluey white wads even deeper. But no—Ino takes one look at the way you were bouncing out sultry figure-eights on his erection, and he’s immediately tightening his hold on your hips.

He doesn’t care if he’s leaving nail marks on your poor skin for daaaaays- “N-no, don’t do that, sweetness.” Gritting through his clenched teeth, Ino pins your hips down whilst he bucks his ravenous hips into yours. Taking control now, he pecks and glides his puckered tip against your cervix- “Like you said, I’m s’pposd to be the one fucking you pregnant- me. So let me feed this pretty cunt my cum, m’kay? She must be so tired from r-riding me by now…”

“But I like it, Taku—” You’re insisting, and yet you still let him slam his parched tip inside your every tight orifice like he was addicted to the feeling - and he was. 

He couldn’t last even a single second without slide-slide-sliding along your g-spot, the curved edge of his cockhead swabbin’ into every crevice and making the ivory mess inside you splash about. His pinkish lower lip juts out in a pout, “Well you can’t do that when you’re all round n’ glowing n’ pregnant- m’kay? S’gonna tire you and the baby-”

“Oh, I see…” You can’t stop the smile from spreading across your lips.

And Ino can’t stop the way he’s fervently nodding, “S’my duty, m’kay? M’your mate now-” Before you can register a single thing, he leans over and gnaws down on the side of your neck. “-so you hafta let me do all the w-work to get you pregnant okay?”

“Yes, Taku, ngh.” Dazedly nodding, “And what do I do until then, hm?”

He thinks for just a few sultry seconds, before his ears twitch with the idea—“Pull on my ears, pretty, s’gonna make me cum even faster.”

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And the next time that Ino’s heading to Dr. Shoko Ieri’s clinic, it’s with you hand-in-hand. And she doesn’t quite need a check-up to diagnose what that rounded belly of yours meant.

“Congratulations.” She’s droning out, and you glimpse her thin brown brows raising behind her clipboard. “You’re pregnant.”

And before you two can celebrate, she deadpans.

“You might want to sit down to hear just how many you’re pregnant with.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Cuffin’ season.

Name: Gojo Satoru

Age: 28

Hybrid type: Vulpes vulpes

Height: 6’5+

Weight class: Got offended when asked.

Other notes: Unmated subject, particularly prideful in his ability to woo though remains at odds with the object of his affections (interestingly, a rabbit hybrid—for more on the dynamic see page 2). Warned against displaying rut symptoms due to the sheer intensity.

Exceptional coat. Exceptional looks. Also note that subject is an exceptional pain in the ass.

“Felony tax evasion.”

The fox hybrid’s face drops at the words that escape your mouth- so infuriatingly handsome, he looked better when he was taken by surprise instead of insulting you.

As a new patrol officer, you’d been assigned to investigate this particular fox hybrid in Tokyo, known for swindling people out of their hard-earned money. And you’d found him, of course - you just didn’t think that he’d be so attractive.

It’d taken six minutes of him flirting with you to realize that you were a cop.

“$200 a day, 365 days a year since you were twelve- that’s two seconds, so times 20 which is $1,460,000 owed in taxes—I think.” You’re reciting those numbers off of the top of your brain, as if it was absolutely nothing. And the more you spoke the more flabbergasted the man before you looked- oh, how it made you smile. “I mean, I really am just a dumb bunny - but we are good at multiplying.”

“H-hey now-” Gojo rasps out, looking down at the cutesy police officer that he was slowly but surely learning not to underestimate. “-let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. In my defense, I’m in rut!”

“Ruts don’t make you commit tax evasion.”

“…”

…”

“You got me there.”

“And according to your tax forms, you reported- oh! Zero.” You falsely gasp, flipping through your clipboard. Before looking up at Gojo with a bat of your lashes, hands reaching for the cuffs on your belt. “Unfortunately, lying on a federal form is an offense punishable with up to five years in jail.”

“Aw, c’mon!” He seethes, “What’s a man gotta do to make a dishonest living ‘round here-” Though at your deadpan look he shuts up, “Fine- what’s something else that’ll get you to let me off easy, sweetheart?”

“Let you off easy?” You question, slightly leaning backwards.

And his eyes sweep down every corner and curve of your body, “Yeah- let me off easy.”

.

.

.

“Fuh-fuck—” Gojo’s breathing out into the crook of your neck, nostrils flaring as he drinks in the saturated scent of your pheromones - so fuckin’ sweet that he can feel his mouth start to water at the idea of simply taking a bite.

Shaking his head free of that particular day dream, he shovels his reddened cock into you with such explosive fervour. “Fuck, this is the perfect pussy. This is the perfect lil’ cunt to suck me up- ngh, are all bunnies this cute when they fuck- or s’it just you, sweetheart?” Just thud after thud! of his rotund tip.

It was the perfect curvature to leave your toes curling, and your teeth gritting at the rhythmic pleasure. You’re looking over your shoulder at the fox and struggling to keep your voice steady, “Just sh-shut up and fuck me, Toru.”

“Mmm, s’what I’m doing, silly bunny.” He rolls his eyes, knees digging even deeper into the cushion of your backseat. “And shit—” You’re clenching instinctually around him and you can feel his entire sculptured body behind you shiver- “-shit it just feels so fucking good.”

“God, I don’t know how but you’re hitting all the right spots.” You’re whimpering, feeling his glazed tip satisfy carnal itches within you that you didn’t even know you had. He was just so big that he was easily rub-rub-rubbing his swollen cockhead over your g-spot, and then thrusting right in to massage you with his prominent veins.

“Heh, you’re welcome.”

It’d taken mere seconds to drag you to your police car and bend you over in the back - mere seconds.

And mere split-seconds for Gojo to take a niiiice long look at the globes of your ass and decide he wants to give your ass cheeks a good squeeze. And decide to grab onto the fluffy tuft of your tail and pull you to him—“H-hey! Where’d you think you’re pulling-”

“Your tail, duh.” He’s unapologetically replying, “Honestly- I can’t tell if you really are just a dumb bunny or m’just fucking you dumb.”

“You’re too f-full of yourself.” You scoff.

“Too f-f-f-full of myself?” Gojo dramatically whines, quite a few octaves higher than what you actually sounded like. And as if he’s irritating you on purpose (he most definitely is) he’s tuggin’ on your sensitive tail once more and letting his cock’s hilt spank your drivelling hole. “Actually- I think it’s you who’s full of me, sweetheart.”

Your jaw drops at the sheer audacity of him, “K-keep talking and that won’t be the case any longer-”

“Oh, so I’m gonna be full of you—?” He’s cooing out, and you’re not sure whether these were the fox hybrid’s genuine pussydrunken babbles- or he was simply driving you wild. And succeeding. “You’d be the first to peg me, you slutty bunny, but I wouldn’t be ngh- opposed-”

“God, do you ever just shut up-” You’re bursting out, followed almost immediately by an elongated keen shattering from your throat. It was at that very moment that Gojo had decided to lurch his hips backwards and sloppily smooch at your throbbing g-spot, so hard that your entire body goes limp.

His fox-like ears twitch in the direction of your lecherous sounds, as if he was committing them to memory. “It seems neither you nor this pussy can…h-heh.” As if on cue, the background noise of your cunt seems to increase in volume. 

And Gojo’s feeling his ruby-red tip twitch at the lecherous noise, like he couldn’t get enough of it. He’s rutting and rutting and rutting until his swollen shaft is feeling all red and raw- until he shakes with the phantom shivers of your walls clenchin’ all around him and he still wants more. “And I can’t help it- just can’t fuckin’ help it.” He’s the one falling apart on your gooey wet walls, and yet you’re the one being teased. “Just love chattin’ with this pretty pussy- you’ve got such a sweet pussy, bunny, she loves me too m-”

“Satoru, if you don’t shut up then m’banning you from this.”

“Please no, ma’am.”

“Then do it.”

He swishes his tail in excitement, “And what you want me to do is—?”

“Fuck me properl- oh!”

You didn’t have to ask him twice. 

Because within mere moments, Gojo has his hand tightened around the puffy part of your tail and disrespectfully hauls you down to meet his hips. As if you were nothing but a ragdoll, he targets a few hits to your cervix that leave you bawling from both pairs of lips.

“Dangerous thing to ask a fox.”

Blinking back the tears in your eyes, “Wh-what do you-”

“Don’tcha know what you just asked, lil’ bunny?” Gojo questions, and it’s in a strangely…quieter tone of his voice. One that felt more primal. One that sent shivers down your spine.

When you’re not answering quickly enough for him, he’s slithering his second hand down to tease between your pussylips. That softened index and thumb pinching your clit until you’re seeing stars, “Don’tcha know what sly, cunning foxes do to c-cute lil’ bunnies like you?”

“Wh-what-” Even though you damn well knew- you were swerving your hips down onto his plump cockhead like you were addicted to the stretch of him in your deepest insides.

“Foxes eat bunnies like you.”

You shiver, and Gojo’s increasing the pace of his veiny shaft pummeling inside of you. He’s striking your spongy cervix one-two-three times a single second, he’s twisting his fingertips over your clit. He’s hauling you straight back down onto him using your tail—and acting as if he wasn’t just driving you maddened.

“And espeeeeecially for a fox in rut- oh, you’re just lucky I don’t wreck this pussy until she doesn’t remember anything but the feeling of my cock- ngh. M’one of the good foxes, see?” Dollops of Gojo’s saliva strike the arch of your spine- and you’re realizing with a jolt that he was drooling at the feeling of sloppily gliding his length between your pussylips. “You’re lucky I haven’t carved my name out into the back of your cervix…yet.” Dangerously, his puckered tip throbs at the very back of your pussy. “Fucking lucky I don’t shut you up by filling you up with so much of my cum that you feel it at your throat.”

“F-fuck-” You try to lurch fowards on instinct, and Gojo casually manhandles you down as though it was nothing. Hand still gripped firmly ‘round your tail-

“Don’t make me pull on those ears, too, bunny.” He’s hissing, hips growing just as slopping as his slurring was. Gojo flicks his fingers on your clit and you almost don’t hear his next few words, “Fuckin’ lucky I don’t- mmm, breed you until you hafta carry around a child with my name- hey.”

“What now-” You bite back at his sudden change of tone at the end.

“If I did knot you—” And you swear you feel the slowly-thickening hilt of his cock pulsate readily against your pussylips, “-d’you think we’d make foxes or rabbits, heh?” 

“Shit, are you pussydrunk-”

Gojo fucks that shocked impression clean off of your face, feeling the slightest twinges of something sizzling at the pit of his stomach. “Just kidding—!” Muddying his mind. Making him actually think of certain possibilities as he pumped you full of milky white- “Unless…”

And then you’re both stumbling into your high.

Your taking you over in a startled flash, Gojo’s making him shake and quiver and quiver and gnaw down on the damned inside of his cheek to stop himself from gnawing down on you-

“Fuck-” The fox hybrid streams out a slew of sweears underneath his breath, blue eyes clenching as he rides out the blissful waves on your cunt. It was making his toned body shake, it was making him hold onto your cute body like a lifeline as he emptied out his swollen balls into your cunt.

You were just so damn soft around him that it felt as though you were molding to each of his sensitive twitches. Your velvety walls fluttering around him as Gojo fucks you through both of your highs, “How’s it feel- being fucked by the bad fox- hah, having him cum inside you?”

Toes curling at the white-hot pleasure of your own high, it ran through  you like electricity. “So good—I feel so f-full inside.”

“Mmm, shit.” He marvels at the way that only makes his overworked divot start streaming out in even more gooey wads of cum. It fills you up until it’s overspilling, and Gojo’s blushin’ tip can only endlessly swab those gluey ribbons into your tiniest of orifices. “Fuck fuck fuck- bunny, we really might just make ngh- the cutest kids ever.”

“Please-” You gasp, your hips reaching a feverish point simply papping! down onto his. You’re turning your teary face over your shoulder to look at him, “Please- w-won’t be able to do that if you don’t knot me, Toru…”

And oh, fuck—

Gojo Satoru thinks he could’ve creamed all over again right then and there.

Gojo Satoru thinks he just does when - with a rough few thrusts -  he somehow manages to sink his incredible girth inside. All the way till the hilt. All the way till the rounded swelling of his base manages to bully inside- stretching your cunt out so wiiiiiide that all you can do is let out muffled mewls.

You gasp once his knot finally plops! inside- hot and thick and throbbing inside of you. You squirm, “Fuck- fuck, s’too fucking big. I should arrest you just for this.”

“Oh yeah-” And to your surprise, Gojo simply responds by letting go of your tail (finally!) to duck a hand down onto the carpeted floor and bring up his discarded button-up. Fishing for something in his front pocket-

Your jaw drops once he shows you an official police badge.

“Gojo Satoru, undercover agent, at your service, bunny.”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - RIDE ‘EM, COWGIRL!

Name: Higuruma Hiromi

Age: 30’s (approx.)

Hybrid type: Equus caballus

Height: 6’6+

Weight class: 900kg - 1000kg.

Other notes: Sleek coat. Intelligent. The mature type. Subject has revealed that he has not been having regular ruts, with the last one being over ten years ago and yielded with no mate. Likely obstructions of stress, hormonal imbalances, and pure chance. Symptoms of upcoming rut persist. 

It must be noted that, even for a horse hybrid, the specimen is rather…well-endowed. And considering the fact that the subject’s mate is of the human type (with no prior experience in horse hybrid ruts)—further investigation must be conducted as to the procedures during the upcoming rut period.

It had started slow at first.

It had started without Higuruma even realizing.

He’d simply come back home from his law firm one day, exceptionally tired with no particular reason as to why. Somewhat feverish. Somewhat out-of-breath. It couldn’t have been the extra cases he was taking on (Higuruma had trudged through even higher workloads than this before, relatively this was a piece of cake), it couldn’t have been any illness (he visited the doctor, of course, and she’d said that there was absolutely nothing to worry about). But Higuruma had been worrying far too much that he hadn’t even had the time to flip through his medical report as thoroughly as he might have liked.

And it’s only because of you—“Hiromi, have you read through this?” Asking him in that sweet voice of yours one night. With his medical report propped open and your lips slightly parted as you swept your eyes through it.

To which he’d absent-mindedly looked up from one of his law books - Higuruma had dismissed himself from work early today, for the first time in his life. Though he was determined to get himself back in the office by tomorrow- that burning heat underneath his skin be damned. “Pardon, my angel? I don’t believe I have.”

“Well, you might want to open up another book then.” You’re grinning at his visible confusion, “A book of baby names.”

You’ve never seen the stoic man so stunned, gulping. On the verge of being ruined. “E-excuse me?”

“You’re experiencing pre-rut, Hiromi.”

It’s less than two hours later when your husband has you splayed out across his chiselled front, sweat-slicked abs moving and massaging against your back at a fervent pace as he fucked you from underneath. Such a filthy full nelson.

Your drivelling maw agape. Your legs spread wiiiide open. Your pussylips being funnelled with his thickened, throbbing inches from behind—he barely even has to try to give you particularly rough thrusts that make your mouth water.

It was the only position in which Higuruma’s absolutely massive length could fit inside you - the perks of having a horse hybrid as a husband, you guessed. And while you weren’t used to Higuruma’s entire size on a normal day, attempting to take him during his rut?

Oh, you were hopeful.

One look at his furious erection, and you knew that you won’t be making it out of this alive. He was much, much larger than usual - with his blushin’ tip almost doubling in size whenever he pumped himself viciously inside, with his girth looking almost engorged right before he was tunneling himself in. Red-hot. Veins pumping.

Higuruma was just so damn hard right now that you swear you can taste the creamy, salted-caramel flavor of his precum welling up at your throat—and you whine as he’s pulling out.

“Oh, fuck-” He’s whispering gruffly into the crook of your neck, with the edges of his canines grazing down your soft throat. Now, you knew that Higuruma wasn’t exactly the predatory type- but it still made a carnal part of you shiver to feel him leer down at your pulsating pussy. “Fuck, you don’t know how hah- how fuckin’ long I’ve wanted to fuck you like this.”

Your eyes widen, “You- you have?”

“Mhmm—not that I wouldn’t fuck you right even w-without my rut.” Murmuring- almost as if to prove his point, his rounded tip ends up lodged at your cervix with a wet thwack! “I would. I did. But with this I get to…mmmm, fill your cunt up until she remembers my name and nothing more. I get to smack at her pretty lips whenever she talks back.” Right on time, the tight curve of his ballsack ends up slamming against your treacly front. “I get to watch myself go in and out, iiiiiin and out- fuckin’ lucky that you have a horse hybrid for a husband, sugar, I get to see when exactly m’kissing that cute cervix of yours.”

“P-please-”

And one of his wide hands cascades down the front of your core, with his palm splayed out right above your womb. Higuruma was just so damn big that his thick, cylindrical cock was outlining a damn tummy bulge on top of your womb. “See- there. Mwah.”

One hit bruising your gooey pussy.

“And there again.”

Two hits.

“And again.”

Three hits.

He continues through a raspy groan, “And th-that’s not all…”

Before you can question that little sentence of his, his rude palm glides over where the globular edge of his cock was chasing your cervix. And Higuruma wastes no time squeezing his doughy palm doooown on that lil’ bump (well, not quite little…).

“-I get to fuck you like I disrespect you, my angel.”

“Oh my-” You don’t even have the words. The coherent trains of thought. With either of your feet planted flatly on the bed, you’re jerking your limbs up and attempting to move—whether back down onto him or away, you’re not quite sure. “Holy fuck, I didn’t know that you could fuck like this-”

“Ah ah-” And before you can even register it, Higuruma loops one arm ‘round your waist and draaaags you right back down onto his hilt. Feeling the scruffy trail of his hairs tickle the back of your cunt, feeling him press his bulbous tip against the  back of your pussy and bruise—“-n’ just because you didn’t know doesn’t mean you can- ngh, run away.”

“I wasn’t trying to-”

“Good.” Higuruma’s cutting you off with his stern tone, striking your gooey pussy so hard that you see damn stars- “Keep it that way then.”

And then you can’t move, you can’t even squirm.

He had one hand wrapped around your body, and the other flicking at your throbbing clit. The crowned edges of your husband’s fingers tease all down your slobbery slit, squeezing between your pussylips and pinching your cute clit. 

And no matter how much you’re jolting in his arms, you’re completely at his mercy.

Because not only is Higuruma ploughing into you like an utter madman, he’s holding you down to him. He’s holding you hostage on his cock that even breathing means you can feel him plunging straight into your lungs. “Isn’t it greeeeeat? You know exactly when m’getting into that womb of yours- see- see, giddy up, girl, you can see it. Heh…you’re shaking, angel.”

He’s tightening both hands on your body so that sparks of white-hot pleasure rush across your body and make you mewl—

“What did I say?” He draaaaags on your throbbing clit until you cry out, ramming faster and faster and faster. An incredible pace, three direct strikes to your g-spot and your cervix per second. “Don’t run. Simple as that.”

“B-but-” You’re reaching blindly above your head- somewhere beyond you to hold onto for dear life. But the only thing your greedy fingertips manage to grab onto are the sweat-stained locks of Higuruma’s hair. It seems even that’d grown longer during the transformation of his rut, silky and flowing. “-but then what am I even supposed to do-”

“Why, that should be obvious-” He breathes, scorching hot from somewhere behind you. “-all you have to do…”

You’re yelping as he bucks his hips just a little higher, further splaying you out helplessly on his lap. On his swollen cock. On his honed thrusts. 

Higuruma furrows his dark brows as the hand restraining your restless body slides down your front and presses pointedly on your cylindrical outline. “All you have to do is wait until I can fuck this cute bump—” Making you whine on the way he massages that spot, sending pleasure bubbling twofold at your voice. “-into a bump tha’s even bigger, hm?”

“You mean-”

“Yes.”

He was going to fuck that particular spot at your channel - your womb - until he’d fucked a baby into you. A baby bump is what he meant. Perhaps it’s this realization, perhaps it’s simply the way he increases his cadence, but you’re hurtled into your high and Higuruma fucks you right through it-

Mouth agape.

Toes curling.

A kaleidoscope of tears formulating behind your eyelids as he hits each peak precisely- somehow pinpointing each tender patch of nerves with his flared tip. “Mmm—” As you keep on riding your wave of bliss on his slick-glazed length, he feels himself empty out in wadded pre. Puddled out way deeply into the back of your cervix- “-I might hafta call out of work tomorrow…”

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.

The questions hit you the instant you’re stepping into the office.

Well, given that it wasn’t your office so the questions were bound to come had they not known you - but more so because of the fact that everyone here already knew you.

Higuruma Hiromi’s wife.

The boss’s wife.

They crowd around you with concerned expressions - and you couldn’t blame them. Had you not been the one to let Higuruma know of his little ah- condition, then you would have been worried as to why your workaholic husband wasn’t at work, either.

The queries are thrown at you—

“Oh my god, he’s dead-”

“He’s not dead, he’s likely sick-”

“The Higuruma Hiromi I know would be at work even on his death bed.”

“Maybe he got caught up in a really tough case-”

“Is he really okay, ma’am?”

“Calm yourselves, calm yourselves.” You’re placating your husband’s coworkers and employees with an open smile.

All you’d come here for was to drop off the letter of your husband’s temporary leave- though he’d begged and begged for you to stay. Though, to be quite honest, you think if he had his way then you wouldn’t ever be able to leave the house.

But you did - no matter how much trouble you had…walking.

You answer them, “Hiromi is alright, you could say he’s just a little bit ah- out of sorts, at the moment.” Before anyone can rush to any tragic conclusions, “He’ll just be taking a much-needed break for a few days before coming back better than ever, I promise!” 

There’s a sigh of relief, before-

You think to yourself, “Oh, but he might need some considerable time off in the future.”

“Time off?” One fresh intern squeaked out amongst the burst of whispers, “I-I mean- we obviously would love for our boss to have some for himself! But what sort of time off, ma’am?”

“Ah-” You smile, “Paternity leave.”

A/N. HYBRIDSSSSSSSSSSSSS- Canva broke down like twice while making this.

He’s been functioning on autopilot ever since you laid the divorce papers on his table on a random Tuesday morning. It got worse when the divorce was finalized not even a month ago. No appeals, no extensions. Just a clean, almost amicable severance.

A colleague once told him: “It’s a simple case of trial and error, Higuruma. All marriages are like that.”

Hiromi’s forehead creases whenever he remembers it. To him, it was never supposed to be trial and error, especially not with you.

Against his better judgment, Yaga somehow convinces him to agree to a blind date. Says it helped him cope with his own divorce. Hiromi knows better. The man simply doesn’t accept no without exhausting every argument first.

Now, he is seated at a small round table with an unreadable expression and with nothing but Yaga’s voice replaying in his head: 'Doesn’t hurt to try.'

But the universe has a twisted sense of humor.

Because seated across the table is you, staring back at him with the same frozen disbelief written across your face.

Both of you look away almost immediately. Hiromi adjusts his collar. You, on the other hand, casually lift your champagne flute and take a slow sip to steady your nerves.

For a fleeting moment, you consider excusing yourself to the bathroom and never coming back. But after the agonizing length of the divorce, the paperwork, the signatures, and the finality, you decide against running and just give him some grace.

Hiromi clears his throat and reaches for a single red card from the deck sitting in the middle of the table. His eyes skim the question before he exhales quietly.

“Care to tell me something about yourself?” His voice cuts through your thoughts. “Any hobbies? Interests?”

“As if you don’t already know,” you reply flatly while idly sliding a finger along the rim of your glass.

He exhales through his nostrils. He tells himself to be controlled and measured. “Just answer the question.”

You tap your fingers against the table with gaze wandering around the room. “I used to be a pianist before I became a wife.”

“You have a grand piano that only ever collected dust,” he says with something tight flickering behind his eyes. “It was your choice to quit playing.”

“After you said I didn’t have to play a million shows back to back,” you shoot back. You lean forward, elbows on the table. “How about you? Anything new you’re up to?”

“Not much has changed in my routine,” he answers plainly.

You let out a bitter chuckle. “Must be nice. At least your focus is solely on work now.”

Hiromi presses his lips together. After a beat, he draws another card from the deck. The moment he reads it, he stops himself from rolling his eyes.

“What are your deal breakers when dating?”

You sarcastically laugh at his question. “Are you kidding me?”

He looks at you blankly. “Well? The question isn’t answering itself.”

“I don’t like men who treat every disagreement like legal case." You deadpan at him. “I hate men who catalogue every mistake, see my emotions as something to cross examine, and– get this– refuse to admit their fault.”

Hiromi smirks. “I thought you liked highly opinionated men. What changed?”

You inhale sharply. “I don’t like it when they get unreasonable.”

His brow lifts with amusement. “Unreasonable in what sense?”

“In the sense that they don’t back down during small arguments,” you snap, “like we’re fighting in court instead of having a conversation.”

Hiromi leans back, arms crossing, smirk deepening. “Isn’t that how communication works?”

Heat creeps up your cheeks that you glance away. “Yeah, but—”

“But what?” he cuts, and his posture straightens instinctively. “You want compromise without concession. That’s not how problems are resolved.”

“Oh my god,” you scoff. “Listen to yourself. We’re on a blind date, not in a court room! Hold a fucking conversation, will you?”

“A conversation requires structure,” he counters. “You can’t keep spitting out bullshit and expect me not to question them.”

“And that’s exactly the problem!” Your voice rises. “Every time I tried to tell you how I felt, you treated it like I was exaggerating.”

“Because you never explained yourself clearly.”

"I do. You just want me to lay them out like evidence just to be heard,” you snap. “I wasn’t some client in a case, I was your wife.”

His jaw tightens. “And yet you walked away just like that.”

You laugh sardonically. “Oh. Like I never begged you to come home before midnight? On our anniversaries?”

Hiromi frowns at this. “You know how my job is.”

“I was losing you,” you say quietly. “And you didn’t care enough to notice.”

Silence looms over briefly. Then, he coldly says, “Resorting to divorce was unnecessary.”

"Wow. Just Wow. You–"

From the neighboring table, a silver-haired man wearing a name tag that reads 'Satoru' slams his hand down.

“Jesus Christ,” he yells, “just fuck it out!”

Your eyes widen in horror now that everyone's heads are now on your table. When you look back at Hiromi, something languid has entered his gaze. It is dark, slow, and very familiar.

“Should we head home?” he asks softly.

It’s absurd, really.

After the divorce is finalized and a stupid blind date, your ex-husband's face is buried between your legs, greedily lapping at your cunt while three fingers stretch you open.

The thing is, no matter how many times you finger fuck yourself or put the rose on blast, you’ll never finish the way Hiromi makes you do.

“Oh my god—” You clutch his hair. “—Hiro.”

You squirm, but he grips your hips and pulls you closer, groaning into you as he devours every sound you make.

Your body is a shaking, and you've now turned into a moaning mess beneath his touch. Hiromi's fingers pump perfectly while his tongue abuses your clit, circling until your vision whites out.

“Fuck— gonna cum again.”

His eyes burn with lust as you buck your hips. He pulls back just enough to speak. “Yeah. That’s right.”

There were no intelligent words that came to mind, all you could let out are whimpers and sobs of pleasure as another orgasm took over your body. 

Hiromi lets out a dark chuckle as he licks the corners of his mouth hungrily while wiping the bottom of his chin with the back of his veiny hand.

You know him like the back of your hand. Sure as hell know that he's far from over. So it was no surprise when he suddenly carries your limp, overstimulated body on top of him.

“Hiro,” you murmur weakly. “I’m too tired to ride you.”

“You don’t have to do anything.” Holding your hip to lift you, Hiromi aligns his cock at your entrance. Then, he sinks you down onto his cock. “I’ll do the work.”

You gasp when his fat cock fills you to a hilt. “You’re– too big for me.”

“No, you just–” he grunts. “You’re tighter.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, and pounds in and out of you in deep, deliberate strokes, making you shriek against his neck. It doesn't help that he keeps whispering low, gutteral grunts against your ear.

“Hiro– fuck!” 

You whimper, but your words fall on deaf ears as his swollen cock pistons even deeper with deliberate, hard strokes. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, and your walls clench hard at how much his cock brushed on your sweet spot over and over.

“Cum again for me.”

“I dont–” you chok the words out as best you can, “–don’t think I can.”

Hiromi grips your ass with both hands, pushing it down further at his length so he can fuck you even deeper than he already did. “You can. We've done this before.”

With tears of pleasure pooling at the corner of your eyes, you mutter, “Hiro, I can’t.”

“I said,” But he slaps your ass, leaving a red mark across the skin. “Do.” he slammed his hips harder at each word for emphasis, “It.”

And you do.

You hiss against his neck as he quickens the pace, hips snapping harder, deeper. The overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body makes your toes curl, and with your eyes squeezed shut, you let the orgasm crash over you, leaving you shaking in his arms.

He keeps fucking you through it. Deep, rough, and unrelenting, until you’re both chasing the edge together, riding each other out in the same breathless moment.

“Happy anniversary,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder endearingly, but all you could respond is a tired hum.

"Hiromi."

"Hm?"

“Nice fuck,” you whisper. "I'm starting to think," you pant in between your sentence, "the divorce was a mistake."

Hiromi scoffs out a wry chuckle.

"Never should've happened in the first place, by the way." He looks down at you lovingly, and plants a soft kiss on your temple, "We can can re-marry any time next week if you'd like."

You smile to yourself and mumble, "I would love that."

wia says: for our husband's animation debut hee~

It was such a stark contrast that you were left reeling. Six months into your marriage, reality bore little resemblance to the life you had once imagined.

You had once thought your home with Zayne would be warm with laughter, shared meals, and soft conversations lingering late into the night—a place that breathed with comfort simply because the two of you were in it together.

Instead, the halls of the grand mansion granted by the emperor were cold—spacious, immaculate, and lonely.

“My lady, here.”

The voice startled you out of your daydream, snapping you back to focus as your handmaiden, Yvonne, wrapped the shawl around you.

Oh, right. Today you were accompanying your lord husband for his audience with the emperor.

. . .

The journey to the palace was smooth. You sat demurely within your palanquin, lulled by the steady rhythm of the horses’ steps. Now and then, Zayne’s voice carried through the air as he issued clipped commands to his troops.

And before you knew it, your entourage had arrived at the royal palace. The palanquin doors swung open, and the first thing you saw was your husband’s stoic expression.

“My lady,” he muttered, grayish hazel eyes stern, offering his hand to you to assist you out.

Your heart pricked at the sight before you. Zayne had always been steadfast—but before all this, he was never rigidly formal with you like this.

“One day… I will become the greatest general in the land. Will you wait for me until then?”

The memory rose then: a younger Zayne, red-faced, thrusting a jasmine flower into your hands as he stumbled through his confession. It made your chest ache even more.

The things he saw in the wars turned him into this version before you, you believed. Maybe, to him now, the tenderness you once shared during your childhood no longer held any meaning at all.

You took his hand.

“Thank you, my lord,” you replied with equal stiffness, gripping his hand. You didn’t dare look at him while he led you forward.

Yet you still took comfort in one thing—his hold over your hand never wavered, not even as the two of you came to stand before the emperor himself. It was only when he had to let go of you that he did.

“What a pleasing sight it is to see you, Lord of Anlan!”

The emperor was headstrong yet a jolly individual. From his elevated dais, he greeted the two of you with open warmth. Zayne answered with a restrained bow, and you quickly followed his lead.

The emperor’s attention then shifted to you. “And I trust the Lady of Anlan has been well?”

“I am well, Your Majesty,” you replied, fixing a polite smile in place. “Thank you.”

However, you had a feeling that the emperor didn’t actually care about you at all, as the way his sharp gaze lingered on you sent an uncomfortable chill down your spine each time.

He soon turned his attention back to Zayne, and the two spoke at length about matters concerning the fief. Then—

“Is something troubling you, Your Majesty?” Zayne asked, putting on a mask of a concerned subject.

“Oh, yes—yes,” the emperor said with a faux chuckle. “There is something that has been bothering me...”

“And what might that be?”

“Well, the princess royal is still in search of a husband. It’s giving me a headache as she insists on someone just like you… It’s such a pity you turned down my proposal back then, Lord of Anlan...”

You could feel his hot stare on you, and he continued, “Had you accepted the princess’ hand, you would be part of the royal family by now.”

You clenched your fists. It was not the first time this had been mentioned, and each time it was brought up, it always left a bitter taste in your mouth. Zayne had indeed refused a royal marriage decree and chosen you instead—but did he somehow regret that choice that it left him cold and distant to you all this time?

If so… why hadn’t he broken off his betrothal with you back then?

. . .

By the emperor’s command, both you and Zayne were to remain in Yunshao for a time—residing within the imperial palace itself.

The two of you were showed to your temporary chambers, and the moment you stepped inside, you let out a sigh. Behind you, Zayne paused, noticing your weariness.

“Are you tired?” he asked.

You opened your mouth to answer, but the words halted. And in that hesitation, something in your expression must have betrayed you.

“You look unwell,” he observed, tone thoughtful. “If the travel has strained you, I will have the physician summoned.”

“That isn’t necessary,” you replied quickly. “I am fine.”

The silence stretched. He was watching you—not coldly, not warmly either, simply assessing. Then, as if deciding something, he spoke again.

“I will be entertaining the princess royal shortly,” Zayne said, his voice returning to that familiar, careful neutrality. “Her Highness has arranged for it. It would be improper to refuse.”

The princess, again. The woman who had once sought him as a husband never seemed to miss an opportunity to summon him whenever he was within palace walls. Lowering your gaze, you were silently irked.

“Do you… have to go?” You asked before you could stop yourself.

“Yes.”

A default, logical answer. You had expected this but somehow your heart still hurt regardless.

“I see,” you murmured, the words felt hollow even to your own ears.

Zayne didn't linger. As he turned and walked toward the door, his steps were quiet.

And the space between you suddenly felt wider than the vast halls outside your door.

The palace was a world of its own—lavish courtyards, lotus ponds glimmering beneath carved bridges. Servants moved like shadows, each bowing, each whispering, each watching.

Yet none of those gazes ever lingered on you for long.

You were the Lady of Anlan, yes—but not a lady of imperial blood. In a place where lineage was currency, you were a mere general’s wife. Polite smiles were given, greetings exchanged, but you passed through the palace halls like a quiet breeze.

Zayne, meanwhile, was constantly summoned—councils, briefings, private audiences. You saw him only at night, and even then not much that could be talked about.

And so, you learned to occupy yourself quietly. Reading beneath shaded pavilions. Feeding the koi in still waters. Watching the sky shift from pale gold to indigo behind tiled rooftops.

It was during one such day that the palace stirred with unusual excitement—an envoy had arrived from Zhaole.

It was Zhaole’s prince himself who had come to negotiate trade routes. You paid it little mind at first as foreign politics had nothing to do with you... until you were summoned to attend the audience.

You stood at your designated place within the grand hall, slightly behind and to the right of Zayne, when the doors opened.

“His Highness, Prince Rafayel of Zhaole, has arrived!”

Silk banners bearing unfamiliar insignias unfurled as the entourage entered. At its center walked a man whose presence seemed to bend the air around him.

Prince Rafayel was clad in white robes embroidered with cerulean and gold-threaded waves, the fabric flowing like water with every step. His long purple hair were striking. Exceptionally refined and handsome. There was something artful about him, like a masterpiece aware of its own beauty.

His eyes swept across the hall lazily at first—measuring ministers, skimming over the servants—

And then they stopped. On you.

For a fleeting second, you wondered if you were mistaken. But no—his gaze sharpened, as though he had found something unexpectedly intriguing among a sea of expected faces.

And a second later, he smiled—at you, before he resumed his walk.

The prince came to a halt before the dais and offered a bow for the emperor.

“I bring greetings from Zhaole,” he said smoothly, his voice clear as a plucked string. “I am Rafayel. I trust Yunshao’s hospitality will not disappoint.”

The emperor responded with booming warmth, welcoming him to the court. Formalities were exchanged. Polite laughter followed.

But you would never expect what would he do next.

As the formal greetings concluded, Rafayel’s gaze suddenly shifted towards where you stood beside Zayne.

“My apologies,” Rafayel said lightly, tilting his head with deliberate curiosity. “I do not believe I have been introduced to the lady standing beside the esteemed Lord of Anlan.”

The hall grew quieter. You felt Zayne’s posture stiffen imperceptibly, and you—caught beneath the weight of the prince’s attention—found yourself momentarily at a loss.

The emperor chuckled. “Ah... that is the Lady of Anlan.”

Rafayel stepped forward, not too close to breach decorum, but close enough for both your and your husband’s discomfort.

Up close, his smile softened, eyes gleaming faintly.

“Oh, Lady of Anlan...” he repeated, as though tasting the title. Then, inclining his head toward you in a gesture that was respectful, yet strangely personal, he said, “It is a pleasure, madam.”

And that was how you went from being overlooked to the subject of every whisper within the imperial palace.

“Hey… did you see what happened earlier?”

That evening, the palace held a banquet in honor of Zhaole’s prince.

The grand hall was transformed beneath the glow of lanterns. Music drifted softly through the air, accompanied by the quiet murmur of noble voices and the occasional ripple of laughter.

“The imperial prince of Zhaole— he specifically greeted the Lady of Anlan!”

And yet, Zayne wasn’t amused in the slightest.

It was one thing for his wife to become the subject of palace whispers—that alone was enough to draw attention he did not welcome. But it was another thing entirely to realize that his wife had caught the interest of a royal prince.

Zayne didn’t show it openly. His expression remained as composed as ever, but throughout the night, the faint crease between his brows lingered longer than usual, and his gaze would settle on you often.

It was most probably nothing, he told himself. A passing curiosity. A prince’s fleeting amusement in a foreign court.

Across the hall, you stood beneath the lanternlight—radiant without trying. You, his childhood sweetheart, had always been a dear to him.

After he was done conversing with an official, he made his way towards you.

“My lady,” he greeted quietly. You jolted at the sound of his voice, turning to face him.

“My lord,” you replied.

Once, you had called his name freely, whenever you wanted. You would tug at his sleeve, demanded his attention, laughed without restraint. Zayne didn’t like this formality between you, honestly.

“Take a respite if you are tired,” he said then, mostly out of concern. “You have always disliked attending banquets.”

You let out a quiet sigh. “And you have always endured these far better than I ever could.”

When had your relationship become this strained? There had been no single argument that shattered everything. No cruel words spoken in anger that could not be taken back.

Only distance. Distance that crept in so quietly neither of you had noticed until it was already too late.

Zayne inhaled slowly. He didn’t want to say it, but he couldn’t remain silent either— and so he did:

“…Don’t get too close to the Prince of Zhaole.”

You frowned faintly, seemingly not taking his words well. “What are you implying?”

“I am saying,” he began slowly, “that you should not allow his attention to draw you in.”

However, contrary to your usually docile demeanor, your expression hardened immediately.

“I’m not so naive.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

For a moment, you simply stared at him. And then, you pulled back slightly, your chin lifting. “You speak as though I’m incapable of judging character for myself.”

That was not what Zayne was getting at at all, but you were already irate. “I don’t—”

“You entertain the princess, a woman who tried to make you her husband,” you went on, eyes sharp. “So tell me, why is it acceptable for you… but not me?”

Zayne held your gaze. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The music swelled faintly around you, but the air around you felt cold.

There was a lot he wanted to say. That you were not meant for another man’s curiosity. That you are reserved for him only. That to him, you were precious more than anything.

But he knew better than to say it aloud, because you already looked at him with resentment.

“Take care of yourself.” He finally left you with those parting words.

He had never been a man of excessive affection or one to indulge in sweet words. Love, he believed, was best proven through stability, protection—through ensuring that you would never lack comfort nor security.

“Lord Zayne!”

But to give you everything, he was bound to give himself to his duties first.

Zayne held back a sigh and turned towards the voice—the princess royal, a vivacious woman trying to attract his attention, and forced a straight face.

“Your Highness,” he greeted evenly.

His fingers tightened around the stem of his cup, the cool porcelain grounding him.

. . .

While the banquet was lively, the laughter felt distant, the lanternlight a little too bright against your tired eyes. After the argument with your husband, you were honestly considering to retire for the night.

Your chest still felt tight.

It felt like an ache you could not soothe, because you honestly had enough of everything in this marriage. You wanted a husband who was present, not just dutiful— and Zayne wasn’t really fulfilling what you really desired.

You exhaled quietly, intent on leaving the grand hall behind. However—

“My lady.”

You were stopped in your tracks. The velvety voice came from your right. You turned.

Prince Rafayel stood nearby, dressed in darker robes of burgundy, the candlelight catching in the gold embroidery. Up close, his gaze was as intent as it had been earlier—unabashed in its attention.

He inclined his head politely, lips curved in a bright smile. “I trust the palace has been treating you well.”

You lowered your gaze in courtesy, once again bewildered by his presence before you. “His Majesty’s hospitality is generous. I lack for nothing.”

“Is that so?” he questioned lightly, “Is it just my imagination then... that you don’t seem particularly fond of it?”

The comment caught you off guard. You looked up at him, startled. His expression softened, as though aware he had stepped too close to something unheard of.

“Forgive me,” he said, lowering his tone. “It’s merely an observation. I suppose when one’s husband appears to be too close to a certain princess, you’re bound not to enjoy the evening.”

His gaze flickered across the hall, and you instinctively followed his line of sight only to see your husband with the no-nonsense princess, ever composed and attentive. You looked away.

“They say the Lord of Anlan is unmatched in the battlefield,” Rafayel began idly. “That he drove back the pirates without mercy and won the Emperor’s favor through sheer merit alone.”

“Yes,” you said softly. “He did.”

Rafayel glanced back at you, studying your expression.

“They also say,” he continued, “that he governs Anlan with fairness. That the people trust him. That he is a man who does not bend easily, nor does he offer himself cheaply to gain favor.”

Everything he said was true. Zayne was always steadfast. Honorable. Respectful. He had always been that way—even as a boy.

“Yes,” you admitted quietly, a smile slowly forming in your lips. “He is.”

Rafayel watched you for a moment longer, as though weighing something. Then, he reached for a nearby tray and lifted a cup of sweetened wine, offering it towards you.

“While all of them might be true, even the greatest man does not stand alone. Behind him is a woman just as remarkable. You must not diminish yourself beside him, my lady.”

Your breath stilled. An imperial prince was telling you that you were worth more than what you thought you were.

“You may not be a princess,” Rafayel continued, his voice warm but certain, “but you are in no way lesser. Everyone here knows it to be true—or at least, I do.”

Your cheeks flushed from the heat and flattery. “Your Highness... Thank you for your kind words.”

Prince Rafayel’s gaze held yours with quiet sincerity, still smiling. Your fingers closed around the cup before you could think better of it.

“And right now, you are far too lovely to spend the evening looking as though the world has wronged you.”

You let out a small breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, and raised the cup to your lips.

The wine was sweet. Warmer than you expected, and the slight bitterness loosening something tight within you.

“Yes, just like that... chin up, my lady. The lanterns favor you better that way.”

You hadn’t realized how much you needed it.

Rafayel said nothing more, merely gesturing lightly when another tray passed. And when your cup emptied, another found its place in your hand.

And then another.

The warmth spread slowly through your limbs, softening the sharp edges of the evening. The distant laughter no longer felt so piercing. The ache in your chest dulled, and replaced by a fleeing sensation and your own laughter.

You drank, and drank... perhaps more than you should have.

But for the first time that night—

It became easier not to look across the hall.

At some point, Zayne realized he had not seen you in a while.

The moment he found a lull in his conversation with the princess, he excused himself at the first opportunity. His eyes swept the grand hall, but you were nowhere among them.

A faint unease settled into his chest, until he passed by his personal guard—

“My lord,” he bowed slightly.

“Did you see the lady?”

“I believe the Prince of Zhaole was seen escorting Her Ladyship out to the western terrace.”

Zayne’s eyes hardened. He immediately made his way towards the said terrace. He found you at last—

And Prince Rafayel stood beside you, too close for his liking.

“My lady, are you sure you’re fine?”

And you—

“Am fine! I’m fine!”

Your hand rested against the stone railing, posture swaying, your cheeks flushed and gaze watery. Flash of anger immediately filled Zayne’s sense at the sight.

Rafayel noticed him first and he turned to him courteously.

“Lord of Anlan,” the prince greeted smoothly, his expression calm. “I was merely keeping your lady company. It seemed the evening had become tiring for her.”

Zayne moved past the prince, taking big strides without acknowledging him.

“…My lord husband?” you murmured, voice soft when your eyes finally landed on him. Zayne immediately reached for you.

“Y/N,” he whispered in your ear, trying to ground you. But you staggered and crashed into his chest. His jaw tightened as he pulled you into his embrace.

That accursed prince had seen you like this.

“I shall take my wife back,” he said through gritted teeth.

Rafayel inclined his head with easy grace, putting on an easy smile. “Of course.”

Zayne put his arm around your shoulder, steadying you. You leaned into him instinctively as he led you through the quiet corridors, away from the prying eyes.

By the time you reached your chambers, your steps had grown even more unsteady. He guided you inside carefully, dismissing the servants with a glance before they could speak.

Your husband sat you gently on the edge of the bed, meanwhile you were still trying to get your bearings, blinking slowly.

“Are you alright? Do you feel dizzy?” Zayne asked, unable to conceal the worry in his voice. His hands came up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing lightly against your warm skin, frowning deep. “I’ll get you some water.”

Your gaze followed his every movement as he crossed the room and poured water into a cup. He knelt before you again once he was done, holding the cup carefully toward your lips.

“Drink,” he coaxed gently.

You stared at cup of water. Then at his hand. Then at him.

Then, with clumsy defiance, you pushed the cup away. Splash!

Water sloshed over the rim, spilling onto his robe and the floor below. Zayne froze.

However, not caring about it at the slightest, you raised your hand abruptly, your finger pointing at him—

“You terrible, detestable, wicked—”

You might be slurring, but your eyes burned with clarity as you spew profanities at him:

“—husband!”

The last word left your lips and you slumped. Throughout the years you had been with him, Zayne had never seen you so openly wounded like this. He stared at you, at a loss of words.

You swayed where you sat, your arm falling limply back to your side.

“Yvonne said I’m pretty,” Your nose scrunched faintly as you sniffled. “My maids said I’m pretty too...”

Zayne tried to reach for you again, but you refuted his touch.

“And Prince Rafayel—” you continued, sounding borderline delirious, “He said I’m no less than a princess... So why—”

Your lashes were wet, tears blurring your vision, and your lips trembled as you glanced up at him:

“—am I not enough for you?”

The question pierced him cleanly. Zayne felt something twist inside his chest at the sight of you. He knew that with everything that had happened, you were bound to resent him. But he had loved you... still loved you even at right this moment.

He closed the distance between you then, gently and firmly taking your face in his hands before you could turn away again.

“Enough?” His voice dropped, dangerously close to breaking. His hazel eyes searched yours as if trying to carve the truth directly into your heart. “You are... You are more than enough.”

His thumb brushed away the tear that fell down your cheek. Something flickered across his expression— the hurt, but when his eyes shifted to your lips, it was replaced by something far more possessive.

“And you— must only look... at me.”

And then, Zayne crashed his lips into yours with fervor. One hand on your waist, he pulled you flush against him. The taste of salt lingered between you, your tears mingling with the heat of his mouth.

“Mmm...” You gasped into the kiss, fingers instinctively clutching at his robe—still damp from the water you had spilled.

He softened only slightly then, angling his head, kissing you slower but deeper. His thumb traced along your jaw, coaxing you to respond, to open for him. And when your lips parted for him, he groaned, before inserting his lips to tangle with yours.

Each kiss lingered, pressed harder—until you melted into breathless sighs against his mouth.

When Zayne finally pulled back, his grayish hazel gaze held yours with such intensity that made it impossible to look away.

“You are more than enough,” he repeated, voice hoarse. “You undo me.”

His hand slid to your cheek again, gentler now, almost reverent.

“And if I have failed to show you that, then that’s my failing.”

You were half-conscious and all thoughts emptied from your head, spellbound by the restrained desire in your husband’s look.

His thumb traced your lower lip, swollen from his kisses. “Don’t measure yourself against another man’s gaze.”

He would show you how you meant to him, he vowed.

“For mine has never left you.”

. . .

Six months into marriage, and you had learnt that your husband wasn’t as gentle as he looked in marital bed.

With practiced fingers, he worked fast on the laces of your robes as he guided you to the said bed. He kissed the path from your lips to your throat, nipping at your skin— and at the same time, he palmed your breasts, his thumb brushing over your nipples in slow, deliberate circles until it tightened beneath his touch, sending a sharp, aching warmth through you.

“Zayne...” you gasped, arching to his touch.

“Tell me what you want, wife,” he growled against your ear, flicking your nipple in the process, making you squirm. “Tell me.”

Words failed you as his kisses grazed your collarbone, leaving love bites there. He followed the path from your shoulder— and you were in for a ride when he took your erect nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

A cry slipped from your lips, your nails digging into his hair. The sensation was overwhelming—heat pooling low in your belly, your breath coming in uneven gasps as your husband shamelessly suckling you.

“Ahh, mmrgh…”

He held you firmly, feeling every tremor running through your body. But suddenly, he lifted his head, lips glistening and eyes dark with lust, gazing straight at you. “I want to hear you first.”

“I...” your breath hitched, swallowing the shame. “I want your... mouth.”

“Beg.”

You fingers curling weakly against the sheets. “Your mouth, please—” you breathed out, heat blazing on face, “all over me.”

His lips quirked into a satisfied smile. “As you wish, my lady.”

And with that, Zayne moved to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention, his sinful tongue swirling before he bit down gently on the flesh.

“Mmngh!” you moaned, head falling to the pillows. His mouth was relentless, and true to his word to fulfill your desire, your husband made sure you were sated with his mouth first.

He rained hot, open-mouthed kisses throughout your chest and abdomen next, and stopped just below your navel, dark eyes clouded with predatory haze.

The thought that he very much could get you swollen with his child after this night was through made himself hard. If his seed were to take hold within you tonight— even Prince Rafayel would know better.

His hand tightened at your waist, his lips pressing into the softness of your folds—and a second later, lapping at it like a man in throes of hunger. You gasped, grasping his hair, as he devoured you down there.

And in no time at all, your lord husband made you come on his tongue.

“Ah—aaah...” Your thighs trembled around him as pleasure washed through you.

He is cruel... You were hazy with drunken lust and tears, but you no longer cared enough to resist.

“Stop…” you whimpered. “Just… make love to me already…”

Your husband’s stern, hazel eyes turned to you, slightly widened at your bold plea. “Is that truly what my lady wishes?”

You glared at him. “Yes.”

And he honored your wish without hesitation. Zayne rose, shedding his garments with swift movements. His magnificent length sprang free, thick and hard, his hand closing around it as he stroked himself slowly—his eyes never leaving yours.

Your lord husband is very, very tantalizing, indeed...

He moved over you, settling his hips between your thighs. One hand wrapped around himself as he dragged his length slowly through your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal. He pressed against your entrance, the tip nudging there before he stilled, dark eyes once again confirming yours.

“Are you ready to take me, wife?”

You wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling him closer. “Please, Zayne— now.”

And with that, he pushed himself into you. You writhed, broken gasps spilling out of you—the way he stretched you was perfect, sinking into you slowly, making you feel every inch of himself.

Zayne grounded you by resting his forehead against yours, groaning into your mouth like a beast in heat. “Perfect,” he choked out.

When he began to move, you lost all your wits altogether. His thrusts were slow at first, each one reaching inside you impossibly deep— “Ah, ah...!”

But the rhythm did not stay gentle for long. It grew steadier, more insistent and faster. The lewd sound of skin slapping resounded in the room, your breathless moans mingled with his harsh grunts.

“Look at me,” Zayne commanded, voice rough. His hand came to your chin, turning your face toward him. “Look at your husband.”

You forced your eyes open, meeting his captivating gaze. In that fleeting instant, you thought you saw everything reflected there—lust, the aching need to be closer than flesh could allow, love.

He adjusted his angle, and suddenly struck that one spot that made you cry out. “T-there!”

A low growl rumbled from his chest as he aimed for that spot again, and again, relentless in his pursuit. Your vision blurred, your cries filling the room, clutching his shoulder helplessly as his unforgiving fingers found your clit—circling and rubbing it, driving you closer and closer to the brink.

And a second later, pleasure crashed through you without mercy. Your walls clenched around his girth, and the feeling of how you pulsed around him pulled a rough sound from his throat, making him lose his control at last.

He thrusted deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt as ropes of his cum filling your womb— sowing a part of himself in you.

The first thing you noticed when your eyes fluttered open was the warmth.

Soft, steady warmth wrapped around you, and golden sunlight filtered through the window, spilling across the bed in beams. For a moment, you simply lay there, suspended between sleep and waking, your body heavy.

Then you became aware of something else. An arm draped securely around your waist—

Your breath caught as the memories of the night before flickered faintly at the edges of your mind.

Last night, you and Zayne were...

You unwittingly let out a gasp, and your voice woke your husband.

Behind you, Zayne stirred. His hold tightened instinctively for a second, as though even half-asleep he refused to let you slip away. A low murmur brushed against your ear—

“…You’re awake.”

His thick voice sent a faint shiver down your spine. You slowly turned in his arms.

You were greeted with his beautiful face. The familiar line of his jaw. The faint crease between his brows as sleep gradually left him. The dark grayish hazel of his eyes as they focused fully on you.

It had been so long since he was in your bed. Long enough that waking up like this—tangled together, bare beneath the sheets, his warmth still wrapped around you—felt almost unreal.

Your lips parted, but no words came. Instead, your eyes grew glassy, emotion rising too quickly for you to contain. The sight of him made your chest ache.

“Y/N?” he asked quietly, catching your forlorn expression. A realization dawned on him—

His arm loosened at once, withdrawing from your waist as though your skin burned him. He shifted back, putting a small distance between your bodies.

“I won’t touch you again,” he said, voice steady, the spark in his eyes dimmed. “If last night was… a mistake in your eyes, then it will not happen again. I give you my word.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. After enduring days and nights of feeling unwanted, to experiencing the most exalting night in your life— only to him to spew this nonsense—

“You stupid, stupid lord!”

Before he could react, you seized the nearest bolster and smacked it against him. Zayne blinked, completely caught off guard as you struck him again.

He instinctively grabbed the sheets to cover himself, trying to shield his face from your assault. “Wife—”

“How dare you—!” you snapped, hitting him again. “You have ignored me for literal months, always busy with that damn princess, and then bedded me— only to say that?!”

Another blow landed against his shoulder.

For a man who commanded armies and terrified courtiers with a glance, Zayne looked utterly defenseless as you continued your attack, his hair disheveled, sheets barely clutched around his waist.

“You’re awful!” you continued, your voice trembling now for an entirely different reason. “I thought—”

Your arm faltered mid-swing, your grip on the bolster loosened. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” you choked out, the first of your tears falling.

The way you teared up made Zayne’s expression change instantly. He moved before you could turn away, his hands found your wrists, drawing you closer despite the awkward tangle of sheets between you.

“How could I not want you?” His thumb brushed beneath your eye, catching the tear there. “Marrying you… has been my goal from the very beginning.”

Your breath hitched. The memory of that spring replayed in your mind’s eye once again: “One day… I will become the greatest general in the land. Will you wait for me until then?”

Zayne’s jaw tightened in regret as he pulled you into his embrace.

“But apparently it was just the start, not the end. After our wedding, I thought that my duty next is to ensure you never have to want for anything. That if I build enough stability… enough wealth, then you would never feel lacking. And in doing so, I neglect something far more important.”

His other hand rose to cradle your cheek fully now. You found his steadfast gaze.

“You.”

Zayne leaned his forehead lightly against yours.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and this time there was no pride left in his voice. “I should have treated you better. I should have been beside you more. Not just as your husband in name—but in truth.”

“You’re so silly.” You stared at him through your tears, poking his chest. “All this time… you thought I only needed wealth? Security?” Your fingers curled slightly in the fabric of the sheets between you. “I was right here, and yet you strayed so far away.”

If being silly was what would get you with him, then so be it. Zayne’s eyes softened in a way few people would ever be allowed to see.

“The girl who chased fireflies with me in the jasmine fields…” he smiled despite himself, picturing the little you who were always full of laughter for him. “When I asked her to wait for me, I also vowed that I would never let her experience any hardships in life once she came to be with me...”

You shook your head immediately, your hand sliding higher, resting over his heart firmly.

“I wanted to marry Zayne,” you said, looking at him with a frown. “Not the Lord of Anlan.”

Something in his expression broke then—not painfully, but like frost melting beneath the first warmth of spring.

His forehead rested against yours once more, his eyes closing as though savoring the closeness he had denied himself for far too long. His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, and in that touch was his love for you.

“And you did,” he whispered. “You married a man who has loved you long before he ever became anything else.”

“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I can’t prolong my stay within the imperial palace any further. My wife wishes to return home, and I don’t have it in me to deny her.”

Zayne’s voice was calm and unwavering as he stood before the throne, posture straight and expression composed, facing the ruler of the land himself.

“As for the princess… I am certain a worthy match will present himself in due time. So I humbly ask that Your Majesty refrain from summoning me again for this matter.”

The emperor scoffed, seeing the two of you off with thinly veiled exasperation, but this time, Zayne didn’t bend, nor did he seem troubled by the emperor’s displeasure.

He had chosen you, and from now on, he would continue to do so.

. . .

Preparations for your departure followed swiftly. Your servants and handmaidens moved with practiced efficiency, gathering belongings and readying the palanquin. Yet their eyes lingered, subtle curiosity passing between them as they noticed the unmistakable change.

“Have you seen them?”

“His Lordship hasn’t left her side once.”

“I’ve never seen him look at her like that before…”

Their voices carried in hushed murmurs, behind sleeves and lowered gazes, and you pretended not to hear, only greeted them with the brightest of smiles.

When the time came to board the palanquin, he turned to you and offered his hand openly, a faint, reserved smile resting upon his lips—one meant only for you.

The servants fell into stunned silence as you placed your hand in his, in awe at the picturesque sight of their dashing lord and beautiful lady. It was a simple gesture, one they had witnessed countless times before.

But this time, there was clearly something different in the air.

He helped you into the palanquin carefully, his hold steady—as though you were something precious. And this time, he didn’t ride the horse, but went inside along with you.

“…I think they’ve reconciled, at last,” one handmaiden murmured softly.

“It’s about time,” the lord’s personal guard sighed.

A faint, heartfelt smile appeared on Yvonne’s face. “Ohh, I’m glad!”

And truly, they all were.

They had always admired him—their stern, unyielding lord, a man of discipline and honor.

And they cherished you—the general’s lady, whose kindness had touched every corner of Anlan.

To see the two of you now, no longer separated by silence but standing side by side as husband and wife… It felt like watching the very first blossom of spring unfurl after winter.

No ammunition, no power, no control except an imposed acceptance in response to your research grant sent over a month ago that has perhaps 200 words to explain for the one word that remains etched in your retina was written, typed, and sent with the utmost cruelty:

Refused.

Once you’ve imprinted the word in you, everything collapses around you.

The clock in the room never stops ticking, advancing its hands with constancy, regularity and rigidity. Nothing stands in its way.

Whereas for you, it’s as if the world has stopped.

Nothing in you responds. All your limbs move, pick things up, move forward, backward, away. But something remains off.

The almost empty corridors of the few strolling students are invisible, the occasional muffled chatter in your ears, the cold wind scratching your face as pale as a sheet is nothing compared to the din your head produces.

No, no, no, no…

It’s a nightmare…

Just wake up…

The door to Satoru’s office swings open, the strength of the wood and your grip creating a draught that blows away sheets he’s carefully stacked to slip into his bag to end his day.

“What’s going—”

Remaining standing in front of the door, which you soon close with more force than you’d like, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from breaking down in front of him, even though the urge is more than seductive. Your heart is pumping wildly in your ribcage — so hard, in fact, that the thought of tachycardia crosses your mind.

There’s little light in the classroom laboratory, so it’s the yellowish glow of the lights that melts onto your skin, casting tired shadows on Satoru’s face.

He scrutinizes you, cautious and hands still frozen just above his desk where his papers still lie. His normally impeccably pressed white shirt is slightly creased beneath his black tie. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing muscular forearms with colored veins sinuating his milky skin.

His mouth parted for a second, the words hanging on the tip of his lips but stopping all sound in their tracks.

“What happened?” he finally mouths.

The hand holding your phone tightens its fingers around the screen, which threatens to crack under the force of your pressure, and then the muscles in your face are the first to betray you.

Chin trembling, the lips curved downwards, eyebrows and eyes crinkled in a vain attempt to suppress tears, and a silent sob escaping like a sellout.

Immediately, Satoru’s two large, powerful and familiar arms encircle your body as it collapses against him. More sobs join the burning tears dripping down your cheeks, some of which crash onto his shirt while others get lost who knows where.

“Hey, hey. I’m here my love, I’ve got you.” Your boyfriend’s warm, comforting breath caresses your hair with the utmost tenderness. His embrace tightens slightly as you flinch. “Let’s go home together, okay?”

You nod feebly. An unpleasant headache tenses your skull and one thing is all you need: your home.

Your home is Satoru and his home.

The journey blurs through your eyes. The darkening sky is bleak, as is your mood. A few raindrops splash against the windscreen of Satoru’s car, driving with a certain tension and stiffness in his gestures.

One of his hands is busy driving while the other remains on your thigh, thumb drawing absent circles on the fabric of your pants as his serious gaze alternates between the rear-view mirror and the road ahead. Confronted by your ponderous silence, Satoru doesn’t utter a word, leaving you to curl up in your seat, your temple resting against the icy glass that relieves your headache a little.

In his apartment, the routine continues. Usually, you both shower, eat dinner, go about your university duties — him preparing lectures and correcting papers, and you studying lectures and doing homeworks. But just after the shower he gives up on swallowing anything when you shake your head as he beckons you to question your appetite.

And so, at 9pm, the two of you are curled up in his fresh blankets, your exhausted head resting on his comfortable chest.

He listens for a good hour as you tell him that your research grant has just been rejected — the one for which you’ve sacrificed your sanity, hours of sleep and even your social life to make it as perfect as possible — and that there’s nothing you can do about it. Your tears flood Satoru’s T-shirt as he listens intently, blowing your own nose when your sobs clog it red and runny. He wipes away all your tears, kisses your whole face, your hair, your neck, whispering words of comfort.

“You’re not a failure, love,” he whispers against the shell of your ear as you go silent after getting all your sorrow off your chest. “Just because you were rejected doesn’t mean you failed.”

“I failed,” you insist in a hoarse voice, eyelids closed. “Other people were taken, and I wasn’t. I deserved it, Satoru...”

“You did not.” He kisses your cheek and then your temple. “The person who turned you down may have been unfair, but you didn’t fail. Missing an opportunity doesn’t mean you’re doomed. Missing something doesn’t make the world stop, love.“

The words hit as hard as a punch, but fall as softly as an umpteenth kiss.

“There’s nothing stupid about your project, it’s perfect. It just needs to be seen by the right people.” One of his hands slowly strokes your hair, each finger passing between your strands as he gently detangles them. “You’re capable and brilliant, don’t ever doubt it.”

Your lips — swollen from your earlier tears — moisten again with more silent weeping. Under your weary nod, he sighs softly and adjusts the comforter over you both, making sure it covers you up to the shoulders.

“I love you, remember?” He peppers your head with soft kisses, closing his eyes as he feels you sniffle against his t-shirt. When you nod a second time, he lifts up your chin between his thumb and forefinger to press another slow kiss against your lips.

Your heart flutters by the second. With equal tenderness, you return his kiss, humming to keep from laughing as his hands slide up your torso to tickle you while he steals your breath.

Lips against lips, you feel Satoru’s stretch into a smile at your reaction and he releases you with an even firmer, more reassuring embrace.

“Love you so much, baby.”

“Me too,” you mumble, face buried into his neck.

He sighs, still stroking your hair back and forth while staying silent. In the bedroom, there is no sound. The simple silence of your love, which needs no words to express itself.

~~~~

Early the next morning, Satoru’s eyelids flutter open, bothered by the orange sunbeams that have managed to sneak in between the slats of the blinds at his windows.

His alarm hadn’t gone off yet, which earned him a smile of triumph: a delight — a luxury even — that even the wealthiest like him couldn’t always afford. Waking up before his alarm goes off is one of Satoru’s favorite moments in his life.

He can admire your sleeping face, still savoring oh how comfortable it is to hold you in his big, spoon-shaped arms in bed, how soft the steady sound of your heart beating peacefully in your chest is, or how steady your breath is, like a lullaby to him.

Then, taking advantage of the moment’s peace, he pulls you a little tighter into his arms, inhaling the scent of your shampoo as it drifts from your hair and nestles his chin in the hollow between your shoulder and neck. The warmth of your two hearts is enough to melt him.

He places a gentle kiss on your cheek, close to your jaw.

The action has the immediate effect of waking you up almost involuntarily. Of course, he wants to let you rest before tackling the long day ahead with him, but he also wants to be able to cover you with his love while you’re conscious.

A soft hum escapes your lips and you squirm a little, sticking your back even more to Satoru’s torso for added warmth.

A smile cracks his lips and he holds back a gasp when your ass rubs against his crotch. “Morning, sweetheart,” he manages to whisper close to your ear with a little raspy voice. “Did you sleep well?”

Keeping your eyelids closed, you continue to rub against him, a smile as amused as it is relaxed in his protective arms.

“Mhmmm…”

“What are you doing?” he mumbles, kissing your jaw, fingers creeping up your chin to make you face him.

“Need you,” you pant back, trying to take off the cover lazily because the heat on how turned on you’re getting is choking you, but it’s harder when Satoru is now pressing his mouth against yours with firm kisses.

“You’re losing your mind again, sweetheart?” he mumbles as his lips crash against yours, hungrily devouring your mouth. “Then let me do it twice.”

He helps you free yourself from the comforter and himself at the same time before running his hands up your shirt and pressing his already hard erection against your ass.

For a few seconds, the room is filled with nothing but breaths, a little heavy after the last one, warmer and faster. Sounds of wet kisses and rustling clothes too. Just your two bodies rubbing against each other in search of more until your first moan echoes louder when Satoru decides to play with your breasts, pinching a sensitive nipple under your t-shirt.

The gesture sends a delicious wave of electric pleasure to your crotch. In a reflex stride, you discard your pajama pants for a better sensation of friction, in hope to chase your highest pleasure.

“Oh God, you don’t even have to ask.” And Satoru gets rid of his own pajama pants and leaves himself in just boxers and a T-shirt. This is what he’s been loving in his daily life since you came into his life. Those warm mornings when you let your bodies do the talking for you.

Apart from the thin fabric separating your bodies, there’s nothing to stop you going further, but Satoru likes to savor and tease before tackling the main event. Sliding his palms first over your hot, soft-skinned hips, you take the opportunity to spread your legs without getting out of your spooning position with him, which makes things even hotter.

Access made free, Satoru’s fingers find their way to the wet spot on your underwear. A shiver runs through you, and you freeze, waiting for him to stimulate you in earnest. Slowly, his forefinger moves down your clit, wet with your active arousal. He taps it gently at first, then circles around it, spreading more and more of your juices as much on your core as on the fabric.

“Need me here?” he breathes in your ear, admiring how your face went from a pout to a little parted lips face and eyelids half-closed. “Or here?” He smirks. His index finger glides over your soaked panties to stop at your entrance. “It's pulsing, baby.”

“Need you on both,” you whisper in a breath. Your head is spinning like a dizzy woman drunk on pleasure. Or rather drunk on your boyfriend.

“As I see, I need to relax my girl to fulfill my duty.” He pushes your underwear to the side, and you gasp when his finger finds you, slipping easily between your folds. You moan, grinding into his hand, every nerve alive with the pleasure of his touch. He smirks, moving his fingers just how you like it, circling with precision.

He’s gentle in his gestures, but also teasing. He caresses with tender your most intimate parts — through your sensitive folds, rubbing your clit, and finally sinking a long, thick finger into you. From the last time the two of you had sex, Satoru doubts a second that it was longer ago than expected. Because God, you are so tight.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he whispers, the words sending a jolt of heat through you. He knows how to push your buttons, how to make you feel like you are falling apart in his hands. And you are — completely lost in him, in the moment.

Your walls squeeze his finger as if your life depends on it. He can barely pump at all with how it is sucked.

“Relax, darling, you’re tight.” As if to punctuate his sentence, he places butterfly kisses on the side of your neck, his breath tickling your jaw.

At the end, you obey, breathing out as your muscles unclench. Satisfied, Satoru resumes his activity and pumps his finger deeper into you, the pad looking for the sweet spot that will make you scream his name — as always.

Your moans multiply, little sounds that you try to muffle without much success as Satoru fingers you more and more, reveling in your sounds. A tight little knot forms in the pit of your stomach, a sign that you’re not long for coming.

“Satoru— Ah, ’m close,” you gasp, your hands gripping his wrist and forearm with all your might to keep from losing your head. “I’m—”

But your own cry cuts you off as your orgasm crashes over you, exploding around Satoru’s finger. The latter doesn’t stop yet, keeping it inside while it’s moving in and out of you until you’re dripping all over his knuckles buried deep.

Your breaths contrast, despite the fact that the room temperature feels like it’s risen by ten degrees. Yours is heaviest and fastest, in response to the aftermath of your perfect orgasm. Satoru’s is faster — slightly — due to the fact that he’s getting hotter and hotter by the arousal you’re giving him without doing anything (madly boys in love effect).

Slowly, Satoru withdraws his fingers from you, bringing them up to his mouth. You wince when he licks them as if they were covered with the most delicious flavor in the world. He punctuates each lick with a suction noise.

“You gross,” you mumble, feeling how weak your legs feel now. You try to sit up, but Satoru is quicker. He wraps his arms around your waist to hold you close. “What are you—”

You can feel his cock straining against his boxers, and the sound of his breathing growing heavier against your nape makes your own body ache with anticipation. Satoru’s grip was still soft, but there was an urgency to it now — like he is just as desperate for more as you are.

“Don’t you dare leave me like that, darling,” he threatens with a still playful, dangerous tone. “You’re not done with me yet.”

You swallow thick. Your heart hammers in your ribcage, anticipation coursing through your body like an electric circuit.

“Need you, sweetheart,” he breaths. “May I?”

“Just fuck me already, Satoru,” you mutter, ass grinding against his erection. He hisses, fingers clenching around your hips and waist.

“No fuck today. Love making only.” He peppers small kisses on your warm cheek before taking off his last cloth and guides his hard-rock and painful cock against your dripping slick. The fat head rubs teasingly against your entrance, tempting and enticing to make you ache and lose your mind. At every stroke, your walls squeeze around nothing, begging for something to stretch them.

“Don’t tease— Ah,” you whimper, lowering your hips for more. But it keeps the tip from sinking. So you pout slightly, a cute frowning your eyebrows. “I hate you.”

“Love you more,” he chuckles, still holding his length, brushing off how it’s twitching for you, as wet with pre as you are. “First, you need to say that you need me.”

“Satoru!” you protest.

“You know how I am,” he chortles. You wring your neck to meet his entertained eyes, a gleam of neediness but also frustration in your that turns him even more. “Beg, sweetheart.”

“I need you,” you mumble, your breathing hot brushing his lips.

Fuck.

He mouths, “Where?”

“Inside me.”

“Ask nicely now.”

You sigh in frustration. “I need you inside me now, please.” And to make him fall for you, you blink with your doe eyes, which work every time. “Satoru.”

He parts his lips, entranced by all your features, eyes lost into your soul. Lord, you are the most beautiful woman on the earth.

“Lift your leg for me.” It’s an order. But you happily comply, offering him your leg, every detail of which he worships, and take it under his arm to gain access to your welcoming entrance. When his cock stands there, ready and twitching just at your heat radiating like fire. “Ready?” You nod.

Then, in one smooth motion, he is inside you, and you gasp, your back arching off his back as he stretches you open. Satoru’s mouth finds your neck again, kissing and sucking as his hips begin to move up, slow and deliberate at first, letting you adjust to the feeling of him filling you completely.

“Fuck,” you moan, the stretch of him feeling so right, so perfect, that you can’t help but tighten around him. Satoru groans in response, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he sets a faster pace. One of your hands finds his forearm and holds it like a life preserver from his thrusts that are making the bed creak underneath the two of you, and the other tangles the nearest sheets.

“You’re so tight, so fucking tight,” he murmurs, his voice strained with effort as his thrusts grow harder, more urgent. Your nails dig into his forearm and sheets as you pull him closer, your legs trembling to the rhythm of a crescendo, one trapped because slightly lifted up by Satoru’s arm as you take him deeper.

Every thrust, every movement is a sweet, slow burn that makes your entire body shiver with need. In the wake of his thrusts, Satoru’s lips manage to find yours, kissing you deeply as his hands roam over your body, worshiping you like you are the only thing that matters.

“I love you so damn much,” he mumbles against your swollen lips while another deep slam into you drags you out a cry.

And then, without warning, Satoru shifts, adjusting his angle just enough to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You gasp, your back arching off his back again as your body trembles before his.

He smirks against your lips. “Found it,” he whispers.

You can’t form words — only moans and gasps as he repeats the movement, his cock hitting that sweet, perfect spot with each thrust. Your nails dig into his back as you feel your body tightening, the pressure building in your core.

Satoru’s pace never faltered, his thrusts deep and relentless as he took you closer and closer to the edge. His breath was ragged in your ear, his fingers digging into your hips, and you could hear the sound of skin slapping together, the wet sounds of your bodies moving in sync.

“You feel so good, baby” he groans, his voice strained. “Don’t hold back.”

You can’t stop it — can’t stop the way your body reacts to him. The way the pressure in your core is building, until you are teetering on the edge of something incredible. Satoru’s name escapes your lips in a breathless cry, and that’s enough to push you over the edge. Your orgasm hits hard, your entire body shaking as the wave of pleasure consumes you.

Satoru doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, his hips not stopping rutting up against yours and his hands never leaving your leg up and hip as he continues to chase his own release. He’s close, so close, and you can feel it in the way his thrusts grew sloppier, the way his breath hitches in your ear.

With a final, deep thrust, he cums, filling you completely with a groan that sends a wave of satisfaction through your own body. You both stay laid down for a moment, catching your breath, still glued together as you slowly come down from the high.

You turn over painfully on the bed to face him, his member still softening inside you. Your limbs are still trembling from the intense physical activity, and Satoru takes the opportunity to pull you even closer by the waist. His forehead rests against yours, his hands gentle on your hips as he pulls out slowly, making you whimper at the loss.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he murmurs, his voice soft as he kisses your forehead.

You smile, still breathless, but feeling that delicious satisfaction spread through you. “Another round before heading off to uni?” you tease, your fingers lightly tracing his chest.

“We’ll be late, you know?” He traces the contour of your face with the tip of his fingers and pecks a kiss from time to time.

“Maybe my professor won’t blame me this time, will he?”

“You little spoiled princess,” he snorts, pressing another kiss on your nose. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You smirk. “And you’re so lucky to have me.”

“I will never deny that.”

a/n: hellooooo!! how are you guys? 🥹 first, i’m sorry for my inactivity :(( i’ve been busy with school and all (+ i wasn’t ovulating lol). i wrote this little part 1 because i was frustrated about a competion i lost (law will make you cry your soul, trust me). also sorry for the little angst, i can’t help myself lmao. i hope you enjoyed this and see you soon!

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It has been 10 long years dating Itoshi Sae and it all comes down crashing on you. He's no longer yours. The number shines in your face on a billboard as you make you way back home as if mocking you. The man with his strickingly sharp features, long eye lashes and piercing turquoise eyes posed with a perfume he is advertising for. The number 10 shining on the label as the perfume's name.

You don't remember how long you spent suspecting it. How distant he had become like a stranger in your own home. You knew he'd might toss you aside for soccer when you first persued him. He knew nothing but soccer until you infiltrated his very small world.

A decade full of memories. Fond and warm ones. You don't think you've ever seen Sae smile so much before. You grew up with him, beside him. Watching him under the field's spotlight. No one has ever taken such a big part of your heart and that's why even after he invited you to dinner that night, you still loved him

When was the last time you saw his eyes crinkle in amusement whenever you were trying to fix his unruly hair before practise? Or the small exchanges of your hopes and dreams with one another just before bed. How Sae would tell you he wanted to be the world's best mid fielder and you'll always reply with "you will be" with a soft chuckle as you trace his jawline.

Now the home shared between the two of you remains like an empty husk devoid of the memories that were once spent in there. Where was your sae?

1 year ago

Sae has been distant. It's been weeks since you both gone on a proper date or had a proper intercation. He's up before you and comes home once you've passed out on the couch. You can't help but feel likes he's avoiding you. The man whose grown to love you, cherish you is suddenly distancing himself? Impossible its all in your head.

You think it is anyway. You try from time to time reaching out to him and his replies are...disappointing.

He doesn't touch you anymore. His back facing you each night you sleep. Somethings changed. Your heart tugs at every short and cut off interaction you have with Sae. Even when you leave him his every morning kiss before you head to work, its now short and brief with a quiet 'love you' to which he only grunts in response, eager to leave the house.

You can't help but hear the doubts in your head, is he seeing someone outside? Did you do something wrong? Did something happen to him?

Pacing around the kitchen, spiralling into your own fears thinking about to approach this with him. You need to to talk to him. You always reminded him about how big you are with commmunicating. Even as closed off as he seemed, he would always reassure you and seek you out first whenever conflict bubbled between the two of you.

He knew how important communicating was to you. He knew how important he was to you.

"Dinner. XXX Hotel, 7pm". A wave of hope washes over you. This was his way of making it up to you think. You could almost berate yourself that you thought after a decade your boyfriend doesn't care anymore. But as you both finished dessert and the wine stops flowing, he speaks. A full sentence.

"Lets break up.' His eyes not daring to meet yours, choosing to stare at his half eaten tiramisu. You can hear how strained his tone is, how he must have worked up a lot of courage to say this.

"'I'm sorry" he clears his throat before sitting up straighter then before. "I should have told you before, when I no longer felt the same way I used to feel about you". The rest of his apology becomes background noise, a low droning. You swore you felt your heart drop. The dress you had sent for cleaning tonight was now crumpled at how hard you were clenching at it. You feel numb, like you had expected it. All these weeks of radio silence.

"We can ignite that spark again. We can make it work. You don't mean it" was what you should have said.

"I still love you" is what you wanted to say.

"Okay" was what told him. You had unknowingly prepared yourself for the worst. You knew him all too well but even so, it doesn't hurt any less. For a person who valued communication so much, you knew there wasn't much to communicate. Not when the man you love refused to meet your eyes.

All that weeks of ignoring you, refusing any time with you and touching you. It was all so clear to you now. You felt like a fool. You felt like a fool for thinking after 10 long years of love, he'd want to fight for this. Every conversation, every meal you tried to have with him was all obligation he felt like he had to do.

You would have rather he cheated on you, ended it on bad terms or even just create a flimsy excuse using soccer. Anything but this.

How could the spark that had been glowing so bright for a decade suddenly distinguish you think?

Sae sits opposite you, silent and as still as a rock. That expressionless face of his doesn't give away what he's thinking. He looks tired you realised. Incredibly haggard. The dark eye bags heavier and more prominent near the candle light. 'How long did he wait to tell me?' you think. He must have spent nights trying to find a way to tell you without crushing you. Even after everything, he still found a way to cushion the fall after pushing you.

You can't remember what else happened that night, only the brief flash of guilt that passed his eyes.

Present time

You look back at the bright billboard. The man you spent nearly half your youth giving your heart to only for him to return it.

You didn't cry. You didn't kick a fuss. You just left without saying a word. For the past year, everything numbed inside of you.

And the man infront of you, makes you realise how out of reach he has always been. How he will always be the world's favourite. How he climbs up that ladder of success so effortlessly leaving you behind.

You hope that someone else has got what he's searching for but you prayed that that person was you.

The tears fall without notice, your chest contracts painfully as you breathe. Gasping a sob before covering your mouth and containing your tears. Itoshi Sae, the man you still loved now gone. Everything comes crashing, as you quietly sob infront of the billboard. How the realisation that you've lost him forever.

That entirety of 10 years was nothing to him. Someone was playing a cruel joke you think as you looked at him through your blurry vision of his pretty features. How you'll never feel those lips, feel his warmth anymore. You can't help but wonder, how long did he have to put this relationship until he finally broke. That while you were still pouring your heart out for him, he had completely lost it. Did he only love you cause he had to?

As you grieve for what you had with him. It all came crashing onto you.

Your world, your everything, your 10 belonged to everyone but you.

The Real Madrid, the press, his fans.