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to this day, it didn’t matter if he had important phone calls, intricate things to study up on, or confidential documents to overlook and analyze. one thing for certain was that he would always do any and all of it wherever you were if he could.

ten minutes go by before he’s finally sitting up and removing the earbuds from his ears and the whole headset from around his neck. whatever work he had been click-clacking away at for the last two hours after taking a shower and having dinner was disregarded when he shuts the screen of his laptop and turned to look up at you holding the cute wolf plushie he’d won for you a couple months back.

“everything okay?” you ask him softly as he faces you completely, reaching out to gently rake your fingernails through the soft and now fully dried hair right behind his ear.

getting to watch that handsome face of his fall completely relaxed and content was truly a sacred experience. his immediate submission is something you frequently tease him for when compared to his cocky demeanor, but you both knew you’d never hear the end of it should you stop for any reason.

“yeah, it’s all good. random brunch for the third time this month over the weekend. you up for it? by all means, say no if you prefer to just chill with the love of your life or whatever.”

“you and your family are just too cute. once again, i’m reminded where you get all that audacity from.”

valko grins at the giggle you can’t contain, continuing to explore the softness of your skin as you both doted on the other silently. settling between your legs while he sits on the floor was on the top of his list of his preferred kind of intimacy. “but you know i’m down if you are. i go where you go. i mean duhhh, that’s how we always move. like a pack, right?”

he leans deeper into your touch, eyes nearly falling shut completely from the euphoria he gets out of the way you love on him with one of the things he classifies as a guilty pleasure. truthfully, he wasn’t secretive about such an obsession at all, but what was known didn’t always need to be said out loud. unless used against him, of course.

“didn’t even give you any info on it yet and you’re already so eager to follow me like a good little pup, huh?”

“oh, i’m the eager one?” the protest ready to fall from his lips is first expressed in the pinch of his brows when your hand slips away from the stimulation being given to one of his favorite spots. his expressions had the tendency to give away any thoughts before he could say a word. it’s why he always says you read him better than any book he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“what the fuc—”

“watch it,” you warn playfully. whatever was to be said is swallowed down when the pads of your fingertips begin tracing the defined outline of his jawline before resting on the underside of his chin. “so quick to start with me. aren’t you supposed to be my good boy?”

valko takes your lighthearted taunting as a challenge, grasping you by the wrist and bringing it up to his nose to inhale your addictive scent and the faint aroma of your perfume.

“aren’t i always?”

“you have your moments. i’ve gotta say though, obedience looks super sexy on you.”

“hm. i bet it does.” his grin brings out the subtle dimples in his cheeks. “is it my turn to make a move now?”

he’s pulling you off the couch and on top of him before you’re capable of offering a response to his vague request. the two of you are caught in a laughing fit all the way down until his back hits the plush rug and you’re settled in his lap.

the chuckles are interrupted when you feel his not-so-little friend prodding at you for some kind of attention.

“oh, you perv.”

“perv? that’s not a nice thing to say to the man of your dreams, now is it?” he’s slipping his hands beneath your shorts as his palms slide up the outside of your thighs. “i just consider this instinctual. others would say natural. can’t blame me for what i can’t control.”

the heaviness of his hardening cock pressing into you from below had a steadily increasing heartbeat thumping in your panties. from the soft look he sports with his glasses, the oversized red sweater you got him last christmas, and the dark gray sweats doing nothing to conceal what you were quickly becoming unashamedly desperate for, no way were you getting off of him without some kind of relief.

valko watches you closely as you raise said sweater to sit below his chin, revealing the big, strong, and sculpted body that you’ve fallen helplessly head over heels for. he was hard where you were soft, and it was opposites like that that made you fit so well.

“would you look at that. and i’m the one being labeled a pervert. baby, i think we’re mixing things up.”

“can’t i admire my boyfriend? isn’t this natural?”

it’s almost like his eyes shine when you use his own words against him.

“‘course you can. in fact, you better. but…” he sniffs up at the air four times, a smug grin taking over his lips. “i’m sensing that admiration isn’t the only thing you’ve got planned in that big head of head of yours.”

“fuck off,” you laugh, pinching his nose. “and don’t act so tough.”

with one slow upward motion of your hips, the thickness pulsing against you seems to swell even bigger than before. his teeth tuck his bottom lip into his mouth from the sensation and his hold on your hips deepens, nails biting deliciously at your flesh. “admiration isn’t enough for you anyways.”

your lips fall to his quickly, tongues battling for a dominance you know he’d fight tooth and nail to be the one to conquer. but he throughly enjoys a biting prey and it’s why he loves you.

his hands are sliding out the fabric of your sleepwear to find purchase on other parts of your body the more heated your sensual exchange becomes. as he licks at the roof of your mouth and tries his hardest to devour you whole, you’re embraced by his large hands grabbing at you like the greedy beast he’s proud to be.

it’s when he makes his way back to your hips that you both know this wouldn’t last long. and when he starts to frantically guide you to grind against him faster, holding you down to feel him through the few layers of clothes that’s causing separation, instinctively you knew that it was in your best interest to prepare yourself for the more he was going to give soon after this.

“you’re not… hah—wearing underwear…” you breathe against his mouth glistening with your shared saliva. you’re quick to take off his glasses from the growing frustration of them getting in your way of being closer, discarding them towards the plush cushions with fingers crossed for a safe landing.

“aren’t you smart.” the teasing inflection in his tone and the deepness of his voice has the your cunt throbbing to the point of growing uncomfortable.

your clit continues to ache the more you move with him, nipples grazing underneath your top and begging to be sucked into his mouth.

“sit up,” he says breathlessly with another sloppy kiss to your partially swollen lips.

he keeps you moving on his cock as you rise, lustful gaze focused on the way your shorts ride up your thighs and cling to your pussy from how taut he’s got them pulled to increase the friction. the outline of his dick moving against it back and forth, trying its best to nestle in between—the visual alone has him bucking up and trying to make that a reality.

valko’s hands slide up the sides of your torso and his thumbs delicately play with your peaked nipples beneath your t-shirt.

“val,” you whine, resting your hand on his chest to keep you steady as you try your hardest to not lose your shit from the sensitivity taking over everywhere. “w-want it inside. want it so bad…”

“you open that pretty mouth for everything else.” he flicks them this time to make you tense and for tears to damn near overfill both your waterlines. “should’ve just said how much you wanted to be fucked way sooner, pup. saves us so much time.”

but you can’t wait for that now, not when you’re so close. the lone idea of stopping was aggravating enough.

your head falls back from the insatiable manner in which you chase your high, using his body to the highest degree to help get you there.

“you smell so sweet,” he coos through a husky moan. “mm. you’ll let me taste it later? it’s not good to be stingy.”

“right t-there,” you mewl, pressing your lips together before your vision practically blurs and and has you seeing dots. your orgasm is cataclysmic, and valko keeps your momentum going despite the clear overstimulation you’re experiencing. hearing you sing for him like this and watching you fall apart was worth your little hits of retaliation later.

he’s not far behind you either, thick spurts of sticky cum making a complete mess in his pants soon after you cave and quickly seeps through the material to add to the wet spot in between your legs.

both of you sit breathless with the sound of your forgotten movie still playing and being the only thing to fill the silence.

“you can taste it if i can taste you, too.”

“a deal?” he raises an eyebrow as if he’s open to negations. “other than the obvious, what’s really in it for me?”

of course he never misses an opportunity to play coy.

“keep making me feel good…” your thumb swipes along his bottom lip. “and maybe you’ll find out. or are you too scared?”

you sure were bold to offer up another challenge like this. and he could show you better than he could promise that this time, he wouldn’t go easy.

a/n: ofc i haaaddd to write about that picture. i’m so obsessed with it. like i was genuinely imagining this…. i almost felt it—AND, i know we can’t really tell if he’s ooc or not but if you think he’s ooc… DON’T TELL ME!!!!!!! valko baby, you’re ALIVE over here. they can’t take you from me. i hope you enjoyed, my cuties. MWAH MWAH!!!

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.”

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“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.

“The food festival that I wanted to go to.” She groaned, zipping up her last weapon case before slamming back down onto the bed of the hotel. They weren’t allowed to go home during the mission since they could end up getting followed, so they were put in a hotel. “Nero said he’ll call us in thirty minutes to discuss the gameplan with Jenna for tonight. I think he’s on the same page as you regarding them hiding as food vendors…but he has some sort of protocore detector to easily scan the area.”  She pointed at a box with the Hunter’s symbol by the door. “We’re most likely going to be right in the center.”

“I thought we were staking out the warehouse? Rendezvous point?” You looked at her confused, plopping down beside her on the bed. 

“We will…the festival is a two-day event. Andrew said that they’re transporting to the warehouse today. And then they leave Linkon, tomorrow. Hopefully we intercept them tonight, if not, we can at least pinpoint WHICH warehouse they’re going to be at.” She groaned, checking her watch for any alerts.

You stood back up and looked at her, pointing at your outfit. “We’re supposed to be undercover then…”

She instantly sat up, “Shit.”

The two of you instantly changed out of your Hunter’s uniform to something casual, yet something that could conceal the weapons you two had. “Why did you pack dresses?” You asked Simone. You had nothing packed that could’ve hid anything so you had to resort to one of Simone’s things.

She shrugged her shoulders, “I thought I’d celebrate after. By the way…I’ve been meaning to ask you where you got those guns. I’ve seen you in combat, and I know that isn’t mine or the Hunter’s work. They’re impressive.”

You pulled one out of the holster from your thigh, examining it with a small smile on your face. “Cool, huh?” You twirled it by the loop on your finger, a move you’ve seen the gifter do a lot to show off. “I know a guy.” Sylus.

Simone rolled her eyes. “Alright, keep your secrets. At least ask them for some blueprints or something for me next time.”

You checked your phone for anything regarding him, but he was practically AWOL. Which happened a lot. You never used to really care when he would disappear randomly, you knew he was a busy man with a lot of people to deal with. Except before, you hadn’t slept with him yet. Now you’re restless and worried. You knew he wasn’t the type to just hit it and quit it, but you knew that his line of work was as worrying as yours, if not worse. And despite knowing that, you still didn’t know what the two of you were. The moment the two of you finally collided, the world seemed to have begun the steps towards Doomsday; wanderers popped out of nowhere, corrupt corporations wanted to take control, and there was no time for the two of you to spend time with each other to sort things out. You let out an exasperated sigh, one that Simone brushed off as dread for the mission. 

The rundown was what Simone and you had already talked about. The two of you were going to go undercover at the food festival to seek out any suspicious stalls. Simone’s wish of attending the event was fulfilled only partially since the two of them were on high alert and too nervous to stomach anything. The mission itself seemed straightforward, but the moment the two of you had arrived at the venue, you were already overwhelmed.

Bright lights covered downtown, and so did hundreds of people. Large food stalls and multiple kids were running around. It was as if everyone from the city decided to come out. You cursed at the perfect timing of the black market dealers. “Should we split up? Buy something from a stall, it would look suspicious if we’re walking around without eating anything…just nibble” You told Simone who nodded before heading the opposite direction. You checked your watch discreetly to make sure you had her location. 

You walked through the streets, purchasing a small drink from a random stall that you deemed normal, and scanned the area for anything. The scanner they had provided was hidden to look like a smartphone, making it look like you were just taking pictures of the scenery. Despite the handy device, it felt almost hopeless. There were countless stalls with a lot of boxes and crates that could have contained anything. If the smugglers were smart, they would have found a way to block any signals to penetrate their boxes.

As you looked around, distressed, a familiar red glint came from a tree. As if someone or something was watching you. It would have been suspicious, except the red light came from a little black bird.

Mephisto.

Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion as you wondered why he would be there. And you couldn’t help but wonder if Sylus was nearby as well. You looked around, his tall stature and silver hair would have been hard to miss even with the crowd but nothing. You sighed and then went back to scanning the area for your mission until there was a crackle in your ear piece and a familiar voice came through.

“You must be tired, sweetie. You’re not your usual sharp self.” Sylus’s deep voice cut through the static. “There’s two pomegranate stalls on your left, and one of them says ‘sold out’ even when there’s still large crates on the floor.” 

“S-Sy…” You wanted to be upset but your eyes found what he was talking about. The only issue was that the boxes had a familiar branding that just looked slightly off. “Are they copying your fruit logo?”

There was a hearty laugh on the other end of the line. “Fools were trying to copy my brand, not even knowing the true owner. I’ve heard word around the N109 zone that there’s new technology to combat the Hunters frequencies…but I had Mephisto drill through a side of the box. You should check for moles at your workplace.”

You sat down on a bench that sat near the stall you were eyeing and pretended to text on the scanner, getting a good shot of the boxes. The hole was large enough to get an energy reading off the rare protocores stored inside. You decided to worry about a mole later on once you debriefed the situation with Jenna. Although, you know Simone would get the message once she saw the lining of the boxes. 

“Good luck, kitten. We’ll see each other soon. I’ll let you alert your friends now.” Sylus said. 

And before you could argue or thank him, something you always felt conflicted with, the line went dead before the familiar buzz came back. “Simone, I got it.”

Subduing the people who were watching the stall was no easy feat to do in a crowded place. Luckily Simone ‘s technology included an easy way to knock them out. The two of you simply pretended to have questions about the farm they supposedly got their fruits from and she was able to shoot out her weapon quickly without anyone noticing. You sent out a signal to the other Hunters that were placed on the skirts of downtown that two of you had located and secured the protocores. 

“Nice catch, partner.” Simone said as she bent down to look at the boxes. “You’re lucky there was a break in this container…it looks like we wouldn’t have been able to scan this at all with this…” She took a sample of the material that covered the inside for Nero to examine later on. 

All of a sudden there was a guy who loudly cursed, making you turn to look at him. His face was on the bulletin board of wanted Tenebraes at the association, something you often looked at when you spaced out at your desk. “Stay here and wait for the other units.” You quickly said to Simone who wanted to protest before you started running towards him. 

The two of you zigzagged through the crowd, whilst he was pushing people down, you managed to swiftly avoid anyone. You radioed in that you were in pursuit of a runner, but you knew that you were the only one in the area since everyone had already headed the opposite direction. The of you made it out of the main event area and was just running through the streets of Linkon and he dashed into an alleyway.

He was cornered and you were at a perfect shot. You grabbed one of your guns from your thigh holster and aimed at him. “Stand down!” You yelled, holding your gun steadily. You hoped to god that you didn’t have to use the gun, because Hunter weapons can’t actually harm humans and you just weren’t sure if Sylus’s followed the same rules. While your gun was still aimed at him, you pinged your location to other Hunters.

“Back away from him, he might be dangerous.” You heard Jenne speak to you through the ear piece. “Simone is on her way with the d-” You couldn’t make clear what she said because the one glance away caused you to lose sight of him taking out a device to shoot at you. A sharp pain ran up your left thigh and you stumbled slightly. Before he could run off, your quick thinking made you shoot at a wall mounted sign just enough to fall on top of the Tenebra, making him fall to the ground with a grunt. 

You put pressure on your thigh, thinking you’ve been grazed and when you brought your palm back up, there was certainly blood. “Shit…” Simone and another Hunter came a few moments after, prepared to ambush until they found the scene.

-

“You did good…” Simone said to you as you sat on the closed toilet, keeping pressure on your wound. “We could have gotten you to a medic at the Association, you know. Or a hospital?” 

You shook your head. “They’d end up putting me off this case…” You cursed at yourself for your lack of attentiveness, sighing.

“The case is done, we got the-” Simone tried to answer before you intervened again, shaking your head.

“That guy we caught…he’s still working with someone. And I honestly don’t think we have all the protocores. I think there’s a mole…We just acquired those protocore detectors and were the first ones to use them. How do they already have something to combat it?” You hissed as you cleaned up your wound, finding a small cut. You pressed at the side of your thigh and felt something hard. “Simone! I’m too squeamish…I need you to pick something out.”

She came to your aid with tweezers and instantly knelt down at your thigh, huffing. “I told you…medics would have had some numbing cream or something. You owe me a new dress, by the way. As for the mole, I was thinking the same thing. We’ll definitely figure it out.”

You looked away before she dug in with her tweezers. A few agonizing seconds passed by before you felt relief and heard a curse. 

“We should have definitely gone to the Association…” You looked back and saw a small chip. “Think this a dud or a tracking device?” She placed it on the bathroom counter before smashing it with the bottle of hand soap. “They might have already looked at our location, we’ve been in here long enough. Let’s get packing after you clean it up.”

You sheepishly apologized as you cleaned up your wound. Luckily for you, it felt more like a small cut than a bullet wound. All you had to do was clean it again and wrap it up. The two of you packed your things and headed out, looking around to be cautious. Simone decided to go back to the Association while you found another place to stay at. You begged to go with her, but she eventually reminded you that you were the one working for two weeks straight. 

“I will follow your suspicions, and I will 100% let you know about continuing the stakeout tomorrow. You might have trouble finding another hotel, though. You got this?” She patted your shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be well rested for tomorrow.” You reassured her as she got into the cab. You grabbed one for yourself and headed out to Sylus’s Linkon safe house. The food festival filled up every other hotel in the city, so you decided to finally accept his invitation to use his belongings. He had a safe house in every city, this was just the first time you would have to stay the night. The moment you arrived at the door, Mephisto landed on the mailbox. You ruffled one of his feathers with your index finger. “Are you gonna tell your dad that I’m here?” You rolled your eyes before punching in the code to the door.

The moment you walked in, you saw Sylus down the hall in the kitchen. “He doesn’t have to tell me, sweetie.” He was in his usual workout fit, except instead of shorts, he had gray sweats on. He wasn’t wearing his hand wraps so he ended up just looking like he was lounging. And you would have been lying if you said you didn’t find it sexy. Sylus walked over to you and grabbed your bag. “I’ll take you to your room.” He smirked before turning to walk. 

“Wait, what are you doing here? In Linkon? And why didn’t you say anything?” A bit of anger rose up your throat as the realization sat in that he hadn’t said much. Especially about the two of you. The walk down the hallway reminded you of your night together, a small flash back of him carrying you into the bedroom at the other house made you shiver. 

He walked you into one of the guest rooms, which was surprisingly decorated cozily. “Where’s my ‘thank you’ for earlier? You would have been at that festival all night without me…maybe.” Despite being faced away from you, you could hear the smirk in his words.

“Th-thank you.” You said, letting out a small grumble. The two of you stood at the doorway of the room, close to each other. You could smell him and feel his warmth. “Are you gonna answer any of the questions?” You asked, facing him, leaning against the door frame.

He plopped your bag down on the floor before facing you, mirroring your actions. “Why? Did you miss me?” He put his hand above your head, leaning down towards you. His head cocked with a smug look. “If you missed me so, you should have said something in your multiple messages, kitten.” 

Your face tilted upwards at him, by instinct. It felt like a magnet to you, like your lips should be connected. “You didn’t say it either. You didn’t say much of anything, actually. Should I take that as you not missing me?” You cocked your eyebrow at him, pushing him.

Before the two of you got any closer, Sylus turned his face, laughing. He stood back straight and crossed his arms, looking back at you. “I made dinner. Just enough for two. Care to join me?” He walked off without giving you a chance to respond. He paused in the hallway, turning back to look at you. “And I know I said you look beautiful in red, but I didn’t mean to get covered in your blood, kitten.” He let out a mocking scoff with a smile before walking to the kitchen again.

You huffed, frustrated in more ways than one. You looked down to find the dress that Simone had you wear was stained at the hem where your thigh was hit. You decided to just take a shower altogether. A long shower. Even if you were annoyed at Sylus, there was a need for him that was gnawing at you. You unwrapped your bandage and saw that the cut had dried slightly. With a light press, it still hurt, but it wasn’t anywhere near a bullet or stab wound. 

The bathroom to the guest bedroom was fully stocked. Skincare from the place you shopped at, shampoo and conditioner that you always used, and even the hand soap from his house that you always complimented. You wanted to stay annoyed at him, but the small details he paid attention to made your stomach fill with butterflies. “Ass…” You muttered under your breath with a small smile growing. 

You stepped into the steaming hot shower, the practically boiling water soothed the muscles that you started noticing was aching after weeks of work. As you washed yourself, the hands that touched your body reminded you of how he held you all those weeks ago. Each tender caress of his calloused fingers, each trace of your curves…you were starving for more. Your hands moved down in between your folds and cursed at how you weren’t wet from the water, but your body was ready to take him again. You just didn’t want to give him the satisfaction after being so aloof for the past few days. 

After your shower, you wrapped up your wound again, since it opened up slightly from the hot water, and then got dressed again. Short pajama shorts and a gray cropped tank top. You ditched the bra since you knew that he’s already seen it all before and you weren’t one to sleep with one on.

You walked out with a small hair towel around your neck and saw Sylus on the phone at the kitchen island. His eyes met yours and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lip. “Update me later.” He said into the phone before hanging up. “You don’t have work tomorrow, by the way. Your friend should be messaging you in a few minutes once the news reaches them.” He said before turning to the fridge to grab you a glass of water. 

As you sat on the stool at the breakfast bar, your fingers tapped at the marble countertop. You cocked your head at him, urging for more information. 

Sylus sighed, as if you doubted him. He walked towards you with the water, placing it in front of you and then circled around the counter next to you. He turned your stool over so you could face him, slipping in between your legs.

Close, too close.

His hands roamed up your wounded thigh, his thumb grazing atop the cut. “You don’t think I’d let them stick a tracker onto you and let them actually follow you, did you?” His touches were soft and not enough. “Luke and Kieran found his partner and handled the rest. I know our Hunter here is a bit of a workaholic…but this was my business too. They had something I wanted.” His other hand came up to the side of your face, tucking a strand of damp hair behind your ear, his knuckles caressing your cheeks. As you pulled closer into his face, he was already gone, circling back around the counter to grab your dinner. “They took something of mine…not any of your Association’s protocores, so don’t worry. Not to mention, they tried to hide behind my property. Surely, you understand my motives.” He moved your water and placed a plate of food in front of you. Always something hearty and plated expensively. 

“I guess…how did you know that I-” You were about to ask about the tracker, but you heard a squawk from another room. “Ahh…I should’ve known Mephie was still keeping watch.” You sighed, grabbing a fork. “Are the two okay?” You took a bite of the food, the hunger finally hitting you as the first bite took its course. 

Sylus ate with you, standing in front of you, eating on the kitchen counter whilst you were on the bar. “They’re heading back to the base now. I think they had fun. I didn’t mention they harmed you, though. They’ve been rather worried about you during our time apart, I’m afraid they’d go a bit haywire if they found out what happened.” 

“It wasn’t even bad…” You mumbled, taking another bite. Each time you looked up at him, he was already looking at you. You couldn’t help the blush from spreading across your face, but you didn’t bother to cover it up either. You were rather engrossed with the food he made for you. “You should see the other guy,” you straightened yourself up, beaming at him.

Sylus let out a booming laugh, “I did, sweetie. It was a very smart move.” He tapped on his temple with his index finger. “As expected for our darling Hunter.”

“So…are you gonna tell me why you didn’t contact said ‘darling Hunter’?” You pouted as your fork hit the plate a bit louder than before, practically stabbing your food. You hand clenched around the silverware. Despite being as busy as you were, every free moment had been used to check your phone for any sign of him. He had short responses, or he would disappear mid response.

“You still haven’t said you missed me.” He responded, looking down at his food but his eyes meeting yours through his eyelashes. A red glint that was similar to Mephisto’s shone at you.

“And you still avoid my questions.” You dropped your fork onto your plate, crossing your arms together.

“You never acted this bratty during my absences before,” he smirked at you, mirroring your image. “Were you thinking about our last meeting?” He walked around the counter again to stand behind you, holding your posture still by the shoulders so you couldn’t face him. “You must have been too busy with this mission, you hadn’t noticed the few explosions on the outskirts of town. Unfortunately, it’s been hell. I’ve been preoccupied.” His hand wrapped around your throat from behind, not with a choking intent, but a softer, teasing caress. His fingers trailed up your neck, pushing your chin up to meet his eyes. “How would you like me to apologize?” His face leaned down and you could feel his warm breath on your face. “Shall we continue where we left off?”

Your heart and heat were screaming ‘yes’ multiple times. Yet your mind wanted payback. As he leaned closer to your face, as if he was about to press a kiss on your nose, you grabbed the hand on your neck and pulled it down, moving your head down with it. “A simple sorry is all I need.” You pretended to ignore how warm he felt behind you, and how his cock was pressed up against you. You picked up your fork again, moving the vegetables on your plate to look busy. “I’m just glad you’re back in one piece. Are you hurt?” You cleared your throat awkwardly.

A small chuckle left him and his arms caged you into the bar, both hands grabbing a piece of the counter on either side of you. His head moved to one of your ears as his breath tickled the shell of it. “I might. Does my doctor want to check? What if I missed a spot and get an infection?”

You attempted to conceal the shiver that went up your spine. “You heal quickly…you’ll survive. Are you preying on an exhausted Hunter?” Your voice shook a little from anticipation as you squeezed your legs together.

“Not exactly.” His lips brushed against the top of your ear, his voice making you squirm in your seat. “Just wondering how much it takes to hear that you missed me.” He placed a quick kiss on the back of your ear and then moved slightly forward, his teeth scratching at your ear.

“Maybe.” You kept your front steady, not wanting to cave in too quickly. You turned your seat around, forcing him to back up slightly, and faced him. He regained his previous spot and leaned back into you, exchanging breaths. You closed the distance just enough for your noses to brush against each other, your hand moving up to hold his cheek. “Thanks for dinner, Sy. Good night.” Your thumb rested right above the corner of his lip and you tilted your head slightly to give your own digit a small kiss, teasing him. You then hopped down the stool, ignoring how his bulge rubbed against your hip and ignoring how badly you wanted to pull it out, before walking back into your room. 

You stood against the door after you closed it, breathless. He already knew your weak spots and he only had you one time. Albeit, it was a long time, but you were still surprised. You hand crept up to the ear he was teasing and you almost let out a soft moan just thinking of him biting it. As much as you wanted to play into his antics, you were proud you were able to hold off on it. He had you worried for weeks, he could wait another day. 

You just didn’t think you could wait without doing anything about your horniness yourself. 

Your phone buzzed on your bed and you opened it up to find the messages Sylus already predicted earlier. Simone seemed confused as to how the last few boxes of protocores were found near the warehouse, along with passed out smugglers. They even found the device connected to the tracker so she said you could return to the hotel room, if needed. And you finally had a day off. A day you planned to spend with Sylus. 

There was unbearable heat in between your legs as sex flashbacks flooded your mind thinking about him. You instantly grabbed your bag and rummaged to find your small toiletry bag. When you were sent out for the mission, you initially assumed you were going to be in a hotel room by yourself. Since you’ve been pretty frustrated with Sylus and on edge as a whole from work, you packed your trusty little vibrator. Although the ache you felt could’ve been better solved by your bigger wand, you aimed to pack the more portable, wireless, silicone egg. You needed something in you anyways, you just wished it Sylus instead. Instead, you remained hopeful for the following day.

The bed was extremely comfortable and if you weren’t so horny, you would have probably passed out from exhaustion. You giddily kicked off your shorts and instantly ran your fingers down your folds. Your middle finger slid down to your entrance, playing with it softly as you bit your lip to avoid making any sounds. You were soaked. It made you remember how Sylus’s fingers felt inside of you. Your one finger was nothing compared to his. His finger was thick and his touch felt calculated against you. You closed your eyes trying to relive it, and it wasn’t so hard since you’ve thought about it every night since. Every free night you had was spent touching yourself to him, and you wished dearly that he did the same thing. 

Your hips gyrated against your fingers as you imagined Sylus stroking himself like he did when he finished himself off on your stomach. The memory made a pit of fire grow in your lower stomach, the way he held onto your boob as he came all over your stomach with a grunt. The way he kept eye contact with you and muttered how pretty you looked, even as a wreck because of him. Your other hand came up to your mouth, suppressing a moan that would have definitely been heard. 

You flipped yourself onto your stomach, your other hand still touching yourself, steadying yourself with your free elbow. As much as you loved how he fucked you missionary style, the angles he hit once he flipped you over was delectable, to say the least. You took your fingers away from your core, feeling a slick string from how wet you were. You rummaged beside you to grab the egg, easily finding the button to turn it on. One press, two presses, and then the third press. Strongest, steady vibration setting. Almost enough to make up for the lack of length inside of you. You gripped the sheets tight as you brought the egg under and in between you, teasing your clit with the vibrations. You muffled your moans with the pillow, even drooling a little. You stuck your ass up into the air even more, pretending he was behind you. You brought the egg to your entrance, pushing the egg into your hole. “Mmpf…” You moaned into the pillow again.

The vibrator was easily sucked into your pussy, like your walls were waiting for something to fill you up. You grabbed the rubber tail of the vibrator, gripping it to push it in and out. You did your best to mimic how he thrusted into you that night. It wasn’t perfect, it didn’t have the stretch and it didn’t reach you in the places only he could, but it was close enough for you to grip the sheets with the imagination. His words rung in your head; sweet praises as his usually hard facade crumbled from right behind you. “Sylus…mpf…fuck.” You muttered, turning your head to the side so you could breathe.

You pushed it deep inside of you, just to feel the vibrations deeper where he would be. Your fingers moved back to your clit, rubbing it in circles. You wanted him, you needed him. After a few moments, the idea of him just being a few steps away made it even harder to finish. When you didn’t know where he was, it was easier to be desperate to finish yourself off. When you knew he was near you, you couldn’t help but need more.

You turned back around onto your back, frustrated. You gave up. You knew he would still be awake, so you reached down to pull the egg out like you always did…yet when you tugged on it, the rubber tail just snapped off. The well-loved vibrator was sick and tired of your rough pulling and gave up on you. “No no no…” You muttered, upset. You sat up with your legs wide open, the vibration becoming more of an irritation than pleasure. You reached in to try to grasp at the broken rubber nubbin, yet you were wet and slippery. Two or three fingers weren’t enough to grab it, and even if you could, it was too slippery and your walls would clench, swallowing it further into you. You fell back onto your back, sighing out of frustration. “Whatever…” 

With a sigh of defeat, you stood up. As much as anger was overtaking your horniness, it was still present and your legs wobbled. You walked over to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. And you walked out with nothing but a tank top on, your bare ass with a vibrator inside of you out for show. You threw out your shame since there was no way you were getting it out yourself, and he had already seen you naked. The kitchen was clean and he was nowhere in the living room. So then you turned back into the hallway where your room was and saw a light underneath the door at the end of the hall. You stomped your way over, ignoring how there was something vibrating inside of you, and slammed open the door. “Sy-” You were about to call out to him until the scene in front of you made you stop in your tracks.

Sylus was on his bed, much like how you found him sleeping the first night you met him, only this time, his cock was in his hand. His sweatpants were just below his hips, enough to pull it out. His black tank top was pulled up above his abs, one of his nipples peeking out. And he was full-on stroking it. He didn’t even stop when you barged in, he just smirked at you, his hand moving slower. “Well…I don’t recall saying my prayers out loud, but I’m glad someone was listening to my thoughts. Did you come to help, sweetheart?” He was stroking himself so slowly, you wondered how it was helping his cock that looked angrily red at the tip. His eyes roamed you and you felt a bit more exposed, but you liked it a lot.

“What are you doing…?” You mumbled out loud, mentally smacking yourself on the forehead from the stupid question.

“Judging from how shiny the inside of your thighs are…and your lack of wardrobe, I’d say we were doing the same thing. Were you thinking about me too, kitten?” Sylus’s free hand moved outward, as if to invite you in. “Why don’t we help each other? Or do you plan to keep your revenge going?” He was smug…but he was smug for a reason.

You didn’t want to give in too easily though, “I just came because…” Your confidence went out the window when you were about to explain what happened, but the vibrations were turning a little too euphoric again from seeing him. “M-my toy’s stuck inside of me. Can you get it out?” You wanted to look away, but you were in a trance at him slowly jerking himself off. The lamp beside his bed helped you see how shiny it was with his own excitement. “Don’t laugh or I swear to god, I’ll go to a hospital and have one of the doctors help me out instead.”

His face hardened just for a second as he was about to laugh before a smug smile returned. “You’re going to have to come to me if you want me to help.” He let go of his cock yet it was still standing tall and proud, leaning towards his stomach from the weight of it all.

You trudged over and there was a mix of emotions in you. Excitement, embarrassment, humiliation, but horny overtook it all. You stood at the side of his bed, waiting for further instructions. 

Sylus noticed and he chuckled, “So obedient now, aren’t you?”

“Just get it out, Sy…” You sheepishly muttered.

The hand closest to you came in between your legs, his two fingers dipping into your pussy. “Mm, you’re soaked. Should we thank this toy for that or…?” His eyes looked up at you, teasing you. He rubbed at your entrance, making you clench around the toy, feeling the vibrations even more and your legs wobbled.

“Can’t you just use your evol…?” You winced, holding back a moan as his fingers were playing with you.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He smirked, pulling his hand back. “Ow…the angle hurts my hand.” He feigned injury, making you almost roll your eyes. “I think I need you to climb over my face.” 

He must have expected you to fight back since there was a pause once you instantly got on the bed, swinging your leg over his face, straddling it. “Better?” You couldn’t help but have your face shake. His breath as he laughed was right on your heat, tickling it. Your legs were even shaking just from holding yourself up. And his cock was right in front of you, hard and twitching. “Just take it out…plea- hngh…fuck.” His fingers were instantly inside of you, deep inside of you.

“You’re still tight, kitten…even with this thing inside of you?” He cursed under his breath. “I think I can help you better if you’re not just looking at my cock, by the way. Feel free to have your way…” His fingers curled inside of you, making you fall forward.

Your hair must have tickled his dick, judging from how he grunted slightly, the length twitching. “Fine…” You dejectedly said, despite being so excited. His fingers were in you, paired with a vibrating toy. It felt blissful and sexy. It reached places you couldn’t for weeks. And it was Sylus, the person you’ve been craving this entire time. You grabbed his dick from the base, your wrist resting on his pubic bone, the hair tickling you slightly. “Fuck…” You muttered at how heavy and warm it was. You licked from the bottom to the top, and right when you did, his fingers went impossibly deeper into you. 

“God, you’re such a tease. A perfect…little tease.” He breathed out a laugh. “Fuck this toy, only I belong in here.” You felt him curl even more into your pussy, possibly curling around the toy and he pulled it out swiftly, the vibrations echoing in the room. He turned it off and tossed it onto the ground before he grabbed the globes of your ass and pushed you down to his face.

“Oh my fuckin- ngghhh…Sylus…fuck!” You nearly screamed, his tongue already lapping at you, the tip teasing at your clit before fucking into your hole. You couldn’t help but grind down onto him. “So fucking good, Sy…holy shhhh- fuuck.” Your forehead fell to his thigh, your hand stroking his cock lazily.

Sylus pulled away slightly, his breath tickling your pussy. “Yeah? Show me how much you missed me since you won’t use your words. And I’ll show you how much I need you.” He pulled you back down onto his mouth, eating you like a man who had been starved for weeks.

You managed to pull yourself up slightly, letting your drool spill onto the tip of his cock, spitting just a bit more to help with stroking it. You tightened your grasp around it, moving up and down, squeezing your thumb and index finger harder as you reached the head. His hips twitched every single time, and you wanted to see even more signs of him enjoying himself. You pulled all your hair to one side and then opened your mouth. As you curled your lips over your teeth, you took him into your mouth. He was thick and long, it was hard to fully take him in, but you did your best. Your own hips mindlessly grinded against his mouth, and you moaned around the head of his cock. As you took him in deeper and deeper, you stroked the remainder with your hand.

The room filled with two sets of obscene slurping, lewd squelching, and loud, muffled moaning. Each moan of his made it vibrate against your clit, making it hundreds of times more pleasurable, and you knew he felt the same way. One hand gripped at your ass whilst the other roamed up your back, tangling itself into your hair, holding you still. “Pinch my thigh, if you can’t take it…” He groaned out before planting his feet onto the bed. 

You fully braced yourself, excited.

His hips slowly moved up and down from the mattress as he held your head in place. Sylus was a god at multitasking the way he ate you out with the same precision whilst simultaneously building speed to fuck your mouth. He didn’t go too fast, but he went deep. You slacked your jaw and clutched at the fabric of his sweatpants, as you tried your best to take him. “Fuck, you’re squeezing around my tongue so fucking good, kitten. You don’t know how badly I’ve been wanting to try this. So fucking good for me…” He muttered in between licks at your cunt. “You like this shit? Should’ve done this earlier since you wanted to act like I didn’t want you…I always want you…” He cursed, his grip on your ass and hair tightened. “Fuck…it’s been so long, I could cum righ-” He groaned, trying to pull you up.

Yet you sat yourself further into his mouth, grinding into his tongue, chasing your own orgasm. And then you wrapped one of your arms under his leg, holding you in place as he shot his load down your throat. It was thick and salty, but you swallowed around his cock, taking every drop. 

Sylus grunted into your core as his hips stuttered, still licking away at you until you also came, gushing all over his mouth which he also drank up. His hand let go of your hair and his other hand rubbed circles on your asscheek. He continued to lick you through your orgasm.

You let his dick go from your mouth with a pop, licking it clean. It was still hard, as if he didn’t just cum. “Fuck, Sylus…” You groaned, your legs fully shaking around him before he finally let you go. You rolled off of him, laying down beside him. “You piss me off…but fuck this was so…good.” You heaved, trying to catch your breath as you twitched, post-orgasm.

Sylus let out a soft, breathy laugh. “Surely you don’t think this was enough? We have so much lost time to make up for, sweetie.” He fully pulled his pants down and got on his knees on the bed, right at your feet. His dick was still hard and angry.

You propped yourself up with your elbows, attempting to make eye contact with him but couldn’t help but constantly stare at his cock. “Yeah?”

“I made my GIRLFRIEND worry, I should make it up to her, shouldn’t I?” He smirked down at you. “Or do you have a problem with that?”

Your face burned, surprised at the title. You were sure you two were more than friends, but you nearly passed out from him saying it out loud. “N-no…”

“Good, get on your knees. I could tell how much you liked it before.” He pulled his top off in one swift motion before reaching down to take yours off. The two of you were fully nude in each other’s hands. “Fuck you’re beautiful…” His hand roamed up and down your side, sending shivers down your spine. His thumb grazed against your already hard nipples and he leaned further down to give each of them a kiss before moving up to your face. His kiss was gentle and you could taste yourself on his lips. It was deep and sensual, almost claiming. When he pulled away, his eyes bored into yours. “I would take this slower, but I need you terribly.” His hand moved underneath you, flipping you onto your stomach.

You instantly got yourself into position, resting yourself on your elbows as you stuck your ass out at him. “Please…I need you too.” You muttered, trying your best to arch your back sexily, pressing your breasts into the mattress.

Sylu spread your cheeks open, making you shy, but the way he marvelled and explored your naked body was romantic in a way, turning you on even more. He moved back a little and you felt a tongue back at your hole, earning a yelp from you. But just as quick as he entered, he was already gone. “Sorry, princess. I couldn’t help but get another taste. You taste so fucking good…” He got back up and pressed his tip at your entrance. “I don’t have a condom…”

“Fuck, Sylus! I don’t care…please. I want you…” You took a gasp of air, frustrated and impatient. “I want you to cum in me…if you try cumming outside again, I’ll kill you.” You confessed. As hot as it was, you were slightly disappointed. 

He laughed behind you, gripping onto the meat of your ass. “You have a filthy mouth, Miss Hunter. I can’t believe…” He inched forward into your pussy, stretching you with just the tip of his cock, making you throw your head back with a moan. “...Linkon’s best Hunter is this pliant and needy for the most wanted criminal everywhere- fuck!” His hand shot at your lower back, holding you still. “You got so fucking tight, just now…does that turn you on sweetie? Being with me? How would your coworkers feel knowing that you melt like butter in my hands?” He inched further into you with a grunt. Each inch of his cock he thrusted in and out gently, stretching you more for the next inch and the one after that until he fully bottomed out. “Wet and tight, made just for me.” He groaned. 

Your moans were muffled against the bed, unable to respond to any of his questions and statements. Your ability to think went out the window. He was fully buried into you, twitching inside of you as your walls hugged tightly onto him. The emptiness you felt for weeks was finally filled out. 

His hand reached up your back, tangling his fingers into your hair again, pulling you up from the mattress. “Let me hear you, sweetie. I wanna hear how good I can make you feel.” He said through gritted teeth and then he pulled out halfway. You whimpered at the loss, but instantly moaned out loud into the open air as he slammed back into you. His balls smacked at your clit, just right, making you squirm. “Did you miss me?” He asked, pulling back again before slamming himself into you with a groan. Again and again. “Answer me, princess.”

“Y-ye- ngh…I m-missed you!” You stuttered out in between his thrusts. It only took about a minute before you were cumming around his cock. He let go of your hair, letting you drop back down into the mattress to orgasm comfortably. You were practically spasming, your legs shaking and liquids dripping down your thighs. “So…much.” You slurred. 

“Good.” He gritted out again, still drilling into you. After a few moments, he stopped and you turned to look at him, confused. “Fuck yourself onto my cock, I still don’t believe you.”

You obliged instantly, no fight left in your to argue with him. You braced yourself with your hands on the mattress and moved your ass away from his hips. You sank into it slowly, groaning into the comforter. “Fuck…” You muttered. Your thighs ached, the pain from your wound becoming a bit more apparent from how tired you were getting. Yet you kept going. Moving yourself onto his cock, picking up the speed as you felt him knead your ass. A coil in your lower stomach grew tighter and tighter, your movements grew faster and faster until you came again. “Sy…lus…” You groaned as you shook around his cock, nearly slipping out until he grabbed your hips.

“You feel so good cumming on my cock, kitten. How many more do you have in you, huh?” Sylus said, breathless. He started moving in you again, pushing your hips off and back, meeting you halfway with his own thrusting hips. He got faster and sloppier. “You sure you want me inside? You want me to fill you up?” 

A string of pleading yes’s came out of your mouth, a surprise to the two of you since you never seemed to be quite the beggar. Your hand moved back to grab at his thigh, making sure he wouldn’t pull out. He was definitely stronger than you and you couldn’t possibly lock him in if you wanted to but you did so anyways.

context: for a small bit of context, in my streetracer!caleb series, gideon and tara were dating. reader has been friends with gideon and caleb for years, as they met in college (the guys didn't go into the DAA in this au)

a/n: this is my longest fic!! and coincidentally, i hit 850 followers today and this fic is 8,438 words long so 9.9270588 of these words are dedicated to each one of you! :D to the anon who sent this ask about reader being gideon's mechanic, you're a genius. seriously. i wish i added more mechanic stuff in this, but if i write for them again, i'll def add more mechanic elements for her!

for reference (it's not mentioned much, butttt) this is gideon's car, it's a ferarri f40 (pic not mine, obviously)

gideon looked like shit. he was sitting on a rolling chair with his short hair messy, eyebags under his eyes, and he wasn’t exactly dressed to impress in a t-shirt and sweatpants. you’d been ignoring your friends groans and exaggerated sighs for the past 5 minutes, turning justin bieber up on your shop speaker to try and drown him out.

your last straw was when gideon rolled the chair next to where you stood, bent over the hood of his car replacing the radiator. he groaned and leaned his head against your side.

you sighed and put a hand on his head and pushed, watching him spin away. “what is it now, gideon?”

“i’m heartbroken.” he whines. “and my best friend doesn’t even care!”

you give him an unimpressed’ look and go back to working on his car. “i thought caleb was your best friend.”

he shrugs. “i can have two best friends- that’s not the point, the point is-”

“that you’re heartbroken, i know, you’ve only told me a thousand times. you’re still on this?” you shake your head and try to think about why this was sticking with gideon for so long. normally he bounced back fast after breakups, but he’s been moping around for the past 3 months after tara broke up with him. something about how she needed space- permanently.

“yes i’m still on this, i got my heart broken!” gideon says and sighs, watching you work on his car with soft brown eyes. “i can’t believe you don’t care anymore.” he mumbles.

you let your head hang and take a long breath, trying to summon all the patience you have left. “gideon, i DO care. it really does make me sad that you’re still upset about this, but i’ve heard the spiel a grand total of a million times- i’m at my limit!”

you turn to him, leaning against his car and wiping your hands off on a spare towel. “listen, you’re sweet, you’re funny, you’re hot- this is not the end of the world for you. i’ve tried the whole coddling thing, but it’s time for tough love. get up.”

gideon blinks at you in surprise but stands up, listening to you.

you look him over and shake your head. “you’re letting this change you for the worst. you never dress this way, you never lose sleep, and you’ve never had a negative mindset until the breakup. i mean, you haven’t even raced since then, gideon! racing! that’s like, your entire life!”

gideon opens his mouth to argue but quickly shuts it when you give him a withering look, knowing that he doesn’t want to get caught up in whatever storm you’d send him if he did interrupt you.

“listen, i love you. you’ve been my best friend for years, but i’m telling you that i can’t deal with you being like this for another day. go home, shower and get dressed. i’m calling caleb and he’s taking you to dinner tonight and then you two have a date at a streetrace.”

gideon swallows thickly as he looks down at you, wide eyes fixed on your stern ones. he’d always loved that you were so fiery- who else could he count on to set him straight if not you? “caleb’s with his girlfriend tonight and i can’t race, you have my car.”

you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms. “caleb will do whatever i tell him to do because he’s scared of me, and i never said you were racing, i just said you were going. now get out of my shop, i’m sick of seeing you like…” you wave a hand over his form. “this.”

~

a week later, you drum your fingers on a restaurant table, staring at the empty seat across from you. the fourth empty seat you’ve sat across from in the past two months. seriously, how is it possible to get stood up that many times in such a short period of time?

after paying for your drink and tipping your server, you drove home in deep contemplation. what was it about you that made you so… standupable? was it your looks? that was the only explanation that made sense to you, given that these were all first dates. maybe the guys you matched with took another look at your profile right before leaving their houses and realized you weren’t as hot as they’d previously thought. it wasn't like you could ask them, you’d found that by the time you went to text them asking where they were, you’d been ghosted.

you spent the next few hours in your apartment eating ice cream and wallowing in various positions on your couch contemplating this matter. it was when you were hanging upside down off the side of your couch that you saw a video on social media of the starting activities of a street race.

“hm.” you sat up and texted a friend, asking if there was a race tonight, and once you got a ‘yes’ back, you decided you wouldn’t sulk anymore- tonight, at least.

an hour later, you were walking through a thick crowd gathered at an abandoned race track. you didn’t go to races often, but when you did, it was to this track. you didn’t like going to the ones on active roads, thinking they were too dangerous for normal people driving down the roads- which they were. this race was only using half of the track, so no matter where you stood, you couldn’t see the beginning and the end of the race, so you had to pick which you’d rather see.

you were stopped a few times by familiar faces, some friends and some people whose car you’ve worked on. when you first started out as a mechanic, you got the majority of your work from attending races and slipping the losers your business card. gideon and caleb used to tag along with you, deeming themselves your body guards incase someone took offence to your offer.

the memory made you scan the track, looking for gideon’s ferarri f40. ever since you forced him to go to a race with caleb, he’s seemed happier. he’s been out and about doing things that he used to enjoy before the breakup- for example, racing.

you didn’t spot his car, but it was still early in the night and it wasn’t unusual for him to show up late.

you watched a few races over the next two hours with a group of girls that had pulled you into their group once they found out you were alone- not that you were complaining, they’d been fun the entire night. so much fun, in fact, that they were now pushing you forward towards the track. why were they doing that? oh, because the announcer said they need a flag girl for the next race, and your new friends insisted that you were definitely hot enough for it. traitors.

you tried to rejoin your group, saying that one of them should volunteer instead, only to be redirected to the track again. it felt like when a mama bird pushes its baby out of the nest- they were trying to do something good for you, but damn it, you didn’t want to be a flag girl!

as you’re led out to the middle of the track by the announcer, you look around at the crowd gathered and realize that there’s way more people here than you remember there being. soon, a flag is shoved into your hands and the crowd is cheering, your new friends hooting and hollering for you.

part of you wants to just stand there awkwardly, but you realize that would just make you look weird- most flag girls take the opportunity to have fun and feel themselves. maybe that’s what you should do? you hadn’t exactly been feeling the best about yourself lately and now you were thrown in a situation where you can have a crowd of people cheering you on… what did you have to lose? it’s not like anyone would remember it after tonight anyways.

with a grounding breath, you sway the flag back and forth in the air and shift your hips, trying to mimic the moves other girls do. you weren’t dressed the part and your moves were too stiff, but you found yourself smiling and having fun. real fun. the crowd didn’t seem to mind your inexperienced dancing, they cheered you on all the same- though that could have more to do with the cars lining up in front of you than you yourself.

a blue mustang pulled up right beside you, a man you’ve never seen talking to you through his open window. “heyy, you look good, wanna ride with me?”

as you’re about to decline, another car pulls up on the other side of you and this time you recognize the voice. “what are you doing?”

you turn away from the blue car and smile at gideon, who’s looking at you with a bewildered expression. you understood it, you being a flag girl was like gideon being a ballerina- this just wasn’t something that you did and it definitely wasn’t something you’d ever expressed wanting to do.

you shrugged and leaned down, resting your arms on his open window and teasing his cheek with the flag. “waving the flag, clearly.”

“uh.. yeah, clearly.” he raised an eyebrow at you. “my question is why you’re doing this. is it because you knew i was racing?”

you snort and drag the flag over his face before stepping back away from his car. “not everything i do is because of you, gideon, don’t be so self absorbed.”

he leans out his window and watches you walk a few paces in front of the cars to get into position to start the race. “right, you’re right, sorry. i’ll find you after the race, yeah?”

you tilt your head and smirk at him. “only if you beat this guy, he tried to get me to take a ride.”

gideon's nose wrinkled and he gave a glare to the guy in the mustang who was so busy ogling you that he didn’t even see it. gideon mutters something to himself and rolls up his window.

the announcer counts you down and you raise the flag, winking at gideon before dropping the flags. gideon was slow to take off, which wasn’t like him. surely you hadn’t distracted him with a wink? you’d winked at him countless times before and he’d never gotten flustered!

the wind from the cars speeding off beside you makes you shiver and the proximity to their loud engines makes you flinch.

you whip around to watch the two cars speeding off, jumping and cheering along with the crowd, the excitement burning in your chest. once they get to a certain point down the track, it’s hard to tell who’s winning, but luckily they have a light above both lanes on either side to show the winner.

you look up at the lights, along with everyone else, and wait. the crowd at the beginning of the track has quieted, but the crowd at the end erupts into cheers for whoever won. the light above the mustang’s lane turns red and the light above gideon’s lane turns green, indicating that he won.

you jump up and cheer again, running back to your new group of friends and celebrating with them.

your group stands around and cheers on a few more races until you feel someone pull on a strand of your hair.

you roll your eyes, knowing who the culprit is, and look behind you at a smiling gideon.

“hey!” he wraps you up in a hug, squeezing and lifting you off the group a bit.

you laugh and hug back. “nice run, are you gonna give me some of your earnings?”

he sets you back down on solid ground and leans in near your ear so you can hear him over the loud cars revving their engines. “why would i do that when you tried to sabotage me at the start?”

you flick his forehead and shake your head. “hey, don’t blame me for you getting distracted. you only won because i put your car together- i practically birthed the thing.”

he lets out a long ‘ahhh’ and nods seriously. “i see the resemblance.”

you glare, knowing you set yourself up for that one and waited for him to compare you to the shape of the car, but his response surprised you.

“you’re both jawdroppingly beautiful.” he says earnestly, gently resting his hand on your upper arm. “can we go get food? i’m claustrophobic in this crowd.”

you brush off his compliment and nod. “yeah, let’s go, i’m staaarving.”

after a lengthy goodbye to your new friends, gideon parts and leads you through the crowd- one perk of having a tall friend.

“you raced well besides the slow start, i’ve done some of my best work on that car.” you brag on yourself, watching your step on the rocky hill that gideon leads you down. “could you not have chosen an easier pathway?”

gideon rolls his eyes and squats a bit so that he’s in front of you. “i’ll carry you if you want.”

you kick his ass gently and snicker. “no thanks, i’m good. with my luck we’d topple over and get impaled on the rocks.”

“ow.” he shrugs and rubs the spot you kicked, heading down the last of the hill towards his car that’s parked nearby. “suit yourself, i’ve never dropped you before- precious cargo, y’know?”

“yeah, yeah.” you mutter and drop into his passenger seat after he opens your door for you.

the two of you chat for a minute as he drives towards town. he clears his throat and looks over at you like he’s trying to decode something. “are you okay?”

“yeah, why? do i look like i’m not okay?” you raise an eyebrow speculatively. gideon had always been good at reading you, being friends for half your life will do that, but you knew there wasn’t anything for him to read- you really were okay.

“no, you look normal. i was just making sure you weren’t uncomfortable after that guy tried to pick you up.”

you nod as his words click into place. “ahhh, i see.”

gideon looks over at you, searching your face for discomfort. “say the word and i’ll go back and talk to him, you know caleb will too. we don’t take that kinda stuff lightly, especially not when it comes to people we care about.”

you shrug. “it’s fine, gid, really. i’m not hurt by it or anything.”

“as long as you’re alright i’ll drop it.” he turns his music back up and looks around at the drive through options lining the road. “whatcha want?”

twenty minutes later, you and gideon are sitting on the floor of his apartment eating cheap food and talking about the race.

you were mid bite when gideon started questioning you again, because of course he wasn’t going to drop it. “i didn’t know you wanted to be a flag girl, you should’ve told me. i could’ve gotten you up there wayy sooner.”

you adjust your position on the floor so that your back is against the edge of the couch and your legs are in gideon's lap, a casual position for the two of you.

“i didn’t necessarily want to be a flag girl, i was pushed into the position.”

he raises an eyebrow and his voice lowers slightly. “who pushed you into it?”

you shook your head and passed him a fry, hoping it’ll calm him down. “no, no, it wasn’t like that. my new friends said i should do it.” you shrug and ramble casually, as if you’re not about to show rare vulnerability. “plus, i think it was good for me. i keep getting stood up and rejected, so i think the attention helped me a bit.”

gideon stares at you with an unreadable expression. god, what could he be thinking? you dropped a lot on him at once, you might have broken him. being very vulnerable around gideon was normally only something you did when you weren’t sober, and it was rare that you talked about your love life to him.

to fill the silence, you keep going. “surely you know what i mean, right? tons of people crave attention after a breakup.”

he winces at the reminder and you pale, wondering if that was insensitive of you to say. he surprises you with his next words, ignoring the breakup part.

“...you got stood up?” gideon asks, his voice dripping with shock and confusion, his face painted with disbelief and… anger?

“mhm.” you nod and nudge his lower stomach with your foot, trying to lighten the mood. “it’s not a big deal.”

he shakes his head and laughs shallowly. “you got stood up? did the world flip upside down or something?”

you scoff and try to pull your legs away, only for him to hold your ankle down on his lap gently, not wanting to create distance between you both. “okay, you don’t have to keep repeating it. salt in the wound, gideon.”

“sorry.” gideon mumbles and looks you over with soft brown eyes. “i just can’t believe that we live in a world where you’re getting rejected- wait, you said that the attention helped you? how?”

you bite your lip and curse yourself for saying that, because now you know you have to explain. gideon can be like a dog with a bone, he doesn’t let things go until he gets the information or answer he wants.

“i don’t know, i guess i’ve been feeling insecure lately, and having a crowd of people cheer for me felt… nice, you know?”

his thumb rubs deep circles into the skin of your ankle as he thinks, staring down at your legs in his lap. his words are mumbled when he speaks, like he didn’t mean to say them. “then i haven’t been doing enough.”

“huh?” you question.

his eyes dart up to yours and he sits up straighter, realizing that he thought out loud. “oh, nothing.”

you raise an eyebrow at him and prod. “nooo, i don’t think that was nothing.”

“it was nothing, you’re hearing things.”

“my hearing is fine, gideon, what did you mean by ‘i haven’t been doing enough’?”

he looks back down at your leg and the angle lets you see that the tips of his ears have gone red with embarrassment. “nothi-”

you reach out to grip his jaw and tilt his face towards yours, squishing his cheeks a bit. you use your stern voice on him, the same voice that used to make both him and caleb stop messing around when you were in college together. “say ‘nothing’ again and i’m never touching your car again.”

gideon’s eyes widen and his jaw would have dropped if not for your hand on it- considering you were the best mechanic in the area, that was a real threat. he just nods and looks at you like a chastised puppy.

“that’s what i thought.” you mumble, not shocked that it worked in the slightest. “now, spill. i’m staying over tonight anyways, so you can’t escape this conversation.”

you let go of his jaw and lean back against the edge of the couch, adjusting your legs so that they were more curled in his lap rather than spread out.

gideon’s hands moved from your ankle to your knee, resting on top of it. “i meant that if you’re insecure in yourself, then i haven’t been complimenting you enough.”

you tilt your head at him. “i don’t need you to compliment me out of pity, gideon, if anything that would make me more insecure.”

“it’s… agh,” he rolls his neck and closes his eyes tight for a second, clearly struggling with this. “it wouldn’t be out of pity, they’re genuine compliments.”

oh. you assume that he’s just being a good friend, so you tease him slightly, raising your voice and batting your lashes dramatically. “awwww you think i’m prettyyyy?”

instead of laughing it off, he smiles awkwardly. “thats the problem.”

“uh, it’s a problem that i’m pretty?” you ask, slightly offended.

“no- not at all, it’s just a problem that i find you pretty. very, very pretty.” he watches you to see if you were comprehending what he was saying- which you weren’t.

he groans and blurts out. “i think i like you, alright? and… i’m struggling to understand how someone could reject you when i know that i would never do that.”

you go silent as you process his words, watching the anxiety grow on his face. he liked you? your best friend liked you? your eyes slowly trail over him- his hands softly cradling your knees and rubbing your lower thigh, his soft brown eyes watching you with care, the tiniest hint of garnet painting his cheeks and ears.

it’s then that you realize he’s being serious and not just pranking you. your heart starts to pick up in speed, realizing that you need to say something- anything, but words escape you, because… truly what are you supposed to say? you didn’t want to lie and say you liked him back. you used to like him, back when you first met, but he’d always referred to you as a friend, so you assumed that’s how he saw you. how long had he liked you? how long could you have been together if you hadn’t been so scared of rejection to ask him out?

thinking back throughout your years of friendship, you start to pull loose memories that point to you having feelings towards him. like when he started dating tara, you’d spontaneously booked a solo trip just to avoid getting together for new years so you wouldn’t have to see him kiss someone else at the countdown. or when he dropped off flowers at your old job ‘just because’ and you spent the rest of your shift convincing your coworkers that gideon was just a friend. they hadn’t believed you, not when your face was pink and you were smiling more than they’d ever seen.

holy shit, did you like gideon back?

you clear your throat and speak, hating how wobbly your voice comes out. “i… think i might like you too.”

a minute later, the two of you are devouring each other. hands gripping skin and wet lips meeting each other in sloppy kisses. the hardwood flooring beneath you bites into your knees as you press against gideon, only for him to press back, his hand cupping the back of your head to tilt your mouth open more.

his tongue slips into your mouth and teases yours, eliciting a moan from you that stops both of you in your tracks. as if being pulled out of a trance, gideon pulls away from you, licking his lips and looking away awkwardly. “uhm, sorry- i don’t know what came over me.”

you laugh through the awkwardness and the tension building between your thighs. “it’s fine, did you start that or was it me?”

he pauses to think, moving from his knees to sitting on the floor again. “i don’t really remember, i think it was me?”

you nod and sit back also, leaving more space than before between the two of you, which gideon takes note of, his expression falling in worry that he’d ruined your friendship. “i don’t remember either.” you swallow and swipe at your spit covered lips. “um, i think maaaybe we took things too fast just then.”

“yeah, i think so too.” he says, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“i said i wanted attention earlier and… i’m not sure if i was into that because i wanted attention from anyone or because i wanted attention from you, you know? i think i need some time to figure that out, because i don’t want to lead you on.”

gideon nods and reaches over to rub your arm. “i understand. i think i should think things through too, my head’s still not entirely clear after the breakup.”

you hum and stand, deciding that you aren’t going to spend the night after all, with how the night turned out. while getting your stuff together, gideon helps you gather your things on the coffee table and talks quietly.

“i need you to know that i’m not usually like… that. i don’t know what came over me that made me pounce on you like that- i swear i normally let my partner choose the pace. i’m sorry if that made you unco-”

you shake your head and shove at his shoulder, smiling. “oh shut up, gideon, you did not make me uncomfortable. you made me feel a little too comfortable, if anything. i don’t normally kiss on the first date.”

he smiles at your casual answer, chuckling. “oh, so i’m lucky then, am i?”

you nod and stand in his doorway. “verrry lucky.”

~

a week passes of you thinking things through. a week passes of you missing gideon. and a week passes of you realizing that you really do like gideon. a lot. you realize that you’ve always liked him, you just chalked the feelings up to natural friend feelings towards a guy- that was until it dawned on you that you’d never felt the way you feel about gideon towards caleb.

these realizations are how you end up at another streetrace late into the night, looking for caleb and wanting to get an opinion from one of your longest friends. lucky for you, you spotted him almost as soon as you got to the track. he was leaning over the open hood of his car and looking for something. if you’d been any less overwhelmed by your newfound feelings for gideon, you might’ve offered to help him with whatever car trouble he was having. not that he would take you up on it- he was strict about who works on his car, and that list only had one name on it- his own.

instead, you approached him as a friend, leaning against his car. “hey caleb, no time for small talk, i’ve got a problem.”

caleb spares you a glance before going back to working on his car. “oh yeah? is this problem six feet tall with short hair and a deep voice?”

you sigh deeply and rub your eyes. “i assume gideon’s gotten to you before i have?”

“yep.” he pops the p, amused. “he sureee did, and i’m glad you’re finally coming to me to talk, miss. anti-vulnerability.”

“ugh, don’t call me that, i swallowed my pride to come talk to you. i am being vulnerable.” you protest before shaking your head. “you know what? nevermind. i like gideon and i don’t know what to do about it.”

caleb pulls his hands out and shuts the hood of his car, wiping grease off onto his shirt and giving you a crooked smile. “it’s about time you realized you like him. i’ve been waiting for this day since i met you.”

you hold up a hand to him. “ah ah ah, you don’t get to gloat. you’re supposed to be helpful right now and i’m not feeling very helped.”

“right, sorry. okaaay, so you like gideon. what’s wrong with that? he likes you back.” caleb shrugs and looks up at the sky, knowing that you won’t like to be watched right now, especially while you’re being vulnerable.

“i don’t want to ruin our friendship by taking things further.”

“ah.” caleb nods and takes a moment to choose his words. “i think at this point, your friendship is tainted regardless. you can either let it be awkward for the rest of your life, oooor you can explore your relationship and live happily ever after. sounds like an easy decision to me.”

you groan and look up at the stars also, counting them while you digest his words. “i think you’re right.”

he nods and pushes off of his car. “i’m always right- except when my girlfriend’s right. then i’m always wrong.”

you snicker and punch his shoulder affectionately. “that’s how it’s supposed to be.”

caleb ends up giving you a ride over to the track and you leave him to line up to race, deciding to look around for gideon, hoping that he’s here.

instead of finding gideon, you run into the guy with the blue mustang- like, literally run into him.

your head hits the man’s back, making you grunt. “ope- sorry- oh, hey.”

the guy turns and looks annoyed before he recognizes you, smiling down at you lazily. “heyy, all good. you gonna do the flags tonight again?” he says and mimics waving a flag with his hand.

you laugh awkwardly and try to walk away, but the crowd’s too heavy for you to make any progress. “nah, that was a one time thing.”

the guy leans down towards you to talk, but you’re pulled backwards by your waist before he can speak. you’re about to cuss out whoever grabbed you when you recognize the deep, gravelly voice as gideons.

“hey, i was lookin’ for you.”

you look back at him, seeing how annoyed he looked at the mustang driver, and you smiled so hard that your cheeks hurt. his arm around your waist and hand splayed over your belly made your thighs clench together and your chest flutter.

“i was looking for you too. wanna go talk?”

gideon looked down at you and sported a similar smile to you. “i’d love to go talk.”

~

once you get to gideon’s car, he drives around for a while so you guys can talk. you try and relax, watching the streetlights pass by.

“soo, how’s your week of thinking gone?” gideon starts the conversation, keeping his tone light despite the permanent gravel in his voice. he has music playing on the radio quietly in the background.

you hum and fidget with your seatbelt. “it went well, i’d say. i think i came to a realization.”

“oh yeah? wanna share?” he asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice. you just smile at him, watching as he keeps his gaze forward on the road.

“i’d love to share.” you take a deep breath and gently run a finger over the top of his hand that rests on the stick shift. “i realized that i like you too. a lot. and i realized that i’ve liked you for quite a while, i just… didn’t know.”

gideon stopped at a red light and turned to face you, a smile spreading across his face when he sees your own smile. “you’re serious?”

you laugh and squeeze his hand. “i’m very serious.”

he laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. “so.. where do we go from here? i should ask you out on a date, right? or is that too soo-”

you cut off his rambling with a quick kiss to his cheek. “we can start by going back to your place. and gideon?”

his deep brown eyes meet yours, his pupils blown wide. “hmm?”

you whisper to him cheekily. “the light’s been green for about 5 seconds.”

~

once at gideon’s house, you’re sitting on his countertop while he fills up a glass of water for you. there’s a slight hint of awkwardness in the air, like you both don’t quite know what to do now that you’ve confessed to liking him. neither of you wanted to be the first to initiate anything physical, so it felt a bit like an awkward first date in high school.

gideon handed you the cool glass, his fingers lingering on yours a bit too long and sending sparks over your skin.

you sip the water and watch him lean against the counter beside you, tapping the surface absentmindedly. his expression was tighter than normal, his eyebrows pulled together like he was thinking too hard.

“you look like you don’t know what to do with yourself.” you tease, setting the glass down and grabbing his hand, leading him to stand between your legs. you place his hands on your thighs and giggle at his flushed face. “is this okay?”

gideon nods and rubs the fabric covering your hips. “yeah, as long as it’s okay with you.”

you lean forward slightly and run a hand through the slightly overgrown buzzed hair at the nape of his neck. “it’s very okay with me.”

he swallows and his eyes dip down to your lips, licking his own. he leans forward without meaning to, naturally drawn to you.

you smile and close the distance finally, pressing open mouth kisses to his neck and jaw, slowly making your way to the corner of his lips.

his hand flexes on your side, trailing up to rest between your shoulder blades while his other hand rests on your hip, kneading the skin there.

gideon leans forward to kiss you, but you moved away at the last second. his eyebrows pull together and his bottom lip pouts out slightly.

“i thought you said that you normally let your partners take the lead?” you ask, voice dipping into a velvety tone that you’ve never used around him before.

the tone you use immediately goes straight to gideon’s dick and he stifles a groan, nodding. “i do. i’m more than happy to be led if it’s by you.”

your pussy clenches and unclenches at his submissive words which are made better by the puppy-like gaze he’s giving you while standing between your legs.

“good.” you say breathily and pull him flush against you, kissing him hard and sloppy, claiming his lips.

gideon matches your energy, kissing back desperately. his hips slot against yours, pressing his growing bulge against your inner thigh.

you hum into his mouth, parting your lips in hopes that he’ll use his tongue like he did a week ago- which he does. you melt against him as his tongue traces and swirls around yours.

gideon presses his hand into your lower back gently, making you arch into him. despite saying he would let you lead, he slows the kiss down from heated to experimental, wanting to cherish the moment and draw it out for as long as possible.

you make out slowly for god knows how long, only stopping when gideon accidentally presses you back too far, knocking your head against the upper cabinet.

you pull away from the kiss and laugh at his worried reaction, his hand immediately reaching for your head and cradling it. “oh fuck, i’m sorry- are you okay?”

you nod and scoot to the edge of the counter, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. “i’m good. maaaybe we should relocate somewhere safer?”

“hmmm, i wonder what would be the safest place for you?” he teases and lifts you up, his hands holding your ass and carrying you on his front.

he sets you down on the arm of his couch, holding your back with one hand so you stay up and gently nudging your thighs apart with the other. “is this safe enough?”

you let out a shaky breath as he trails his finger tips over your lower stomach, teasing the waistband of your shorts. “mmmhmm.”

“mmhmm?” he mimics you, smiling and kissing under your ear, his voice low. “can i take these off?”

you whimper, your bravado from before whittling away- you’d always known gideon had a sexy voice, but when he talked low right beside your ear looking like that? oh, your dominant nature stood no chance.

“please.” you whisper and lift up enough for him to pull the fabric down, letting the shorts drop to the floor.

gideon’s hands slowly travel down your hips, fingers brushing over the fabric of your panties before he cups your clothed pussy with one hand, watching your expression change as he grinds the heel of his hand against your clit.

you gasp and grip his shoulder, your back arching at the pleasure. “gid… mmhhh-”

“oh yeah?” he purrs the words, pressing harder with his palm before pulling away, making you whine. he chuckles and tilts his head. “shh, i only stopped because i was going to give you something better… unless you want to come on my palm like that, then i’ll gladly let you.”

you shake your head and plead with your eyes. “no- no, i want more.”

gideon nods and peels the gusset of your panties off, your sticky wetness stretching lewdly as he does. he groans at the sight and lets the fabric gather to one side of your pussy, guiding a finger to ghost up your dripping seam.

you buck your hips towards his finger, desperate for any kind of stimulation, which he chuckles at.

he takes mercy on you and dips his finger into your wetness, pressing in to the first knuckle just to see how you react.

“you’ve been fingered before, yeah?”

you nod and look at him through lidded eyes, trying to convey without words that you like it.

“good. tell me if it’s too much, okay? i don’t want to hurt you.” he says softly, pressing a warm kiss to your lips before pushing his finger in until it was sheathed.

the stimulation was relieving but not nearly satisfying enough- you still felt unreasonably empty. “moreee.” you mewled, letting your thighs drop further apart, giving him a clearer view of how you’ve sucked in his finger.

gideon hummed and slowly added his ring finger in alongside his middle finger, pumping them in and out of you. “better?”

you nod, holding eye contact with him and breathing shakily, moans slipping out every so often.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful.” he praises, curling his fingers inside of you while grinding the heel of his palm against your swollen clit once again, relishing in how your hips grind against his hand, chasing him. “i can’t believe i didn’t tell you sooner.”

“‘s okay, gid, don’t need’ta think about that now.” you force the words out, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm builds up embarrassingly quick. “please- please, i need it so bad-” your breathing starts to sound closer to hyperventilating than anything, and gideon slows his movements.

he reaches forward and brushes your hair back, palm holding your face. “shhh, hey, take a breath. do you normally breathe like that when you cum?”

you flush and shake your head, pressing a hand to where your heart is pounding beneath your chest in an attempt to make it stop ruining things for you. “no, i… think that’s because of you.”

gideon laughs and strokes your cheek. “okay, well, i don’t think it’s safe for you to be damn near passing out- i thought you said the couch was safe?” he teases, earning him an eyeroll from you. “just take it slow. you don’t have to try and chase your orgasm, i promise you that it’s not going anywhere on my watch.”

you scoffed, knowing he was right- if there was anything that gideon was going to give you tonight, it was going to be an orgasm. you’d never gotten so close that fast before and it was undeniably because of gideon. it was borderline embarrassing, but judging by the dark look in gideon’s eyes, he didn’t share your sentiment.

“let’s try again, i’ve got you.” gideon says softly and starts to curl his fingers again, grinding circles against your clit and watching your face for any sign of overstimulation.

after a minute or two of gideons rough voice talking you through it and your head feeling like it’s floating, the tightness in your core comes back with twice the intensity.

your whine turns into a broken moan listening to the slick, slick, slick noises that gideon forces out of your pussy.

“gideonnn-” you mewl, nails gripping his shoulder blade.

he hums and continues his movements, slowly pulling you towards the edge. “oh, i knoow baby, i know. i’m ready whenever you are.”

you moan and shake for a few seconds after he gives you the greenlight, your orgasm bubbling up and finally spilling over, causing you to gasp and freeze besides the small twitches that wrack your body.

gideon fucks you through the orgasm, pulling his fingers out right before you start getting overstimulated by the feeling, his other hand rubbing your back soothingly. “good?”

you nod and steady yourself on the arm of the couch with a hand on his shoulder. “very good.” your gaze travels down his, unfortunately, still clothed body and lands on the painful looking bulge in his pants. “can i help you with that?”

your words go straight to his cock, making it twitch in his pants. he groans and grips your thigh, watching the wetness from his fingers spread across your smooth, bare skin. “we don’t have to do anything more if you don’t want to. i don’t want to move too fast for you.”

you laugh and run a hand up his chest. “gideon, i think we both might explode if you don’t fuck me right now.”

gideon hummed low in his chest, the sound more like a purr than anything. he wrapped an arm under your thighs and lifted you off of the couch, gravity making your upper body fall forward against him. you catch yourself with a hand on his shoulder, smiling and leaning down to nibble on his ear while he walks you towards his room. the heat radiating off of him warms your skin and soothes your muscles, melting you into his hold.

gideon shuts his bedroom door and walke you to his bed, gently laying you down on the made bed. you kept your legs wrapped around his waist, not wanting to let go of him even for a second.

he chuckles and pats your ankle. “you gotta let go of me if you want me to fuck you.”

“mmh. fine.” you loosen your grip on his waist, letting your legs fall open and planting your feet on his mattress.

gideon’s eyes drop to your pussy that’s on display for him now, cursing under his breath at how messy you are. he wrenches his gaze away and grabs a condom out of his nightstand, dropping it onto the bed beside you.

he pulls his shirt off easily and your mouth waters while looking at his toned chest. you’d seen him shirtless countless times over the years, but in the dim light of his room and with the tension thick after your confessions, it felt different this time. it felt charged, electric, and in a way it felt inevitable. like the two of you would have found yourselves in this position one way or another.

he unbuttons his pants and slides the zipper down slowly, the fabric slipping down his thighs. “promise to tell me if you need a break or want to stop?”

you nod, hearing his words but being too mesmerized by him standing in just his boxers to verbally reply. the boxers were tented with what looked like a very large dick- you weren’t completely surprised, you’d accidentally walked in on him in the shower once and saw the silhouette, but had convinced yourself that it was just a trick of the light.

once he pulled his underwear off you could see that it was, in fact, not a trick of the light, but instead just a huge cock. your core clenched at the sight of it, hanging heavy between his thighs, precum gathered and nearly dripping from the flushed tip.

a whine escapes you and your hands move to pull your shirt off, fingers immediately teasing your breasts once the material is flung to who knows where.

gideon watches as you play with yourself, pumping his cock slowly a few times before rolling the condom on, sighing at the constrictive feeling.

he steps to the edge of the bed and runs his fingers over your calf, raising it up and planting kisses over it, down to your ankle. he speaks through the kisses. “what, kiss, position, kiss, do you, kiss, want?”

you think, biting your lip and imagining a few- which all have great outcomes- and hum. “this is fine. i wanna watch you.”

he smiles and lifts the leg he’d been kissing, resting your ankle on his shoulder and climbing onto the bed on his knees. “good, i wanna watch you too.” he lifts your other leg up and sets it on his other shoulder, spreading your lower lips apart with two fingers to watch you clench around nothing in anticipation.

“i need to see your face as you get closer again. you looked so… peaceful.” gideon mumbles, thumb dipping into your warmth experimentally, making you moan.

he smiles and watches you. “mmmm, just like that. your face gets all soft and sweet. i’m not used to that from you, normally it’s all stern and annoyed.”

you huff and knock the heel of your foot against his back, like you’re spurring on a bull. “is that your way of nicely calling me a bitch?”

“mmmm. i didn’t say that.” gideon says, a smile spreading across his face. “i like when you’re a little bitchy, but i like you like this too.”

you smile and pull him down, giving him a slow kiss, committing the feeling and taste to memory. he hums and pulls away after a moment, collecting the spit from your lips and spreading it across the head of his covered dick so it can slide into you with less resistance. though, you were dripping onto the bed, so resistance likely wouldn’t be an issue.

gideon sits up straight and guides the head of his dick to your entrance, gently pushing in. he pauses a few times to check that you’re alright before continuing to push inches in. once he’s fully sheathed inside of you, he whines and runs a hand over your lower belly where he knows his cock is below.

you moan loudly, back arching off the bed and fumbling for his hand to hold. “fuckk, gid, sooo full.”

he grabs your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours, his eyes squeezed shut as he wills himself not to cum immediately. “uh huh- shit, you’re so perfect.. hah, i don’t think this is going to take long.”

you bite your lip and giggle, both amused and pleased that he seems to be on edge just as fast as you had been earlier. “yeah? am i just that good?”

“mhmm.” he nods and braces his hands beside you, pressing the hand he’s holding into the mattress. “you do a number of unexplainable things to me.”

gideon starts to gently pull out and rut into you, his cock stretching you out on every thrust and leaving you needy every time he pulls out. after a minute or so, he reaches a rhythm with a bit more force behind it.

you moan, stretching your back out in an attempt to eliminate the empty space between the two of you, your nails searching for purchase in his hair but coming up empty due to his short hair.

he chuckles slightly as he sees the frustration on your face, guiding your free hand to his bicep instead. “leave all the marks you want, i want to worship them for the rest of my life.”

you whine in response to his words and grip his flexed biceps, digging your nails into the muscle there. gideon leans down and licks a stripe up your neck before nibbling below your jaw, his hips moving quicker and his whimpers becoming more frequent.

the soft, needy noise went straight to your core, making you clench around his cock, eliciting a deep groan from him.

“fuck- fuck, i’m so close- shit, i’m sorry, i tried to hold it for you-” he complains, his thrusts turning sloppy and desperate, the hair at the base of his cock brushing against your clit deliciously.

“don’t- ah! don’t stop, gid-” you whine into his ear, gripping his hand and bicep as your core tightens and your brain starts to get foggy with pleasure.

gideon watches as you lose yourself to the pleasure, your face fully relaxed and your eyes rolled back. that combined with how your pussy grips and gushes around him, and the noises that spill out of your swollen, parted lips, is what finishes him.

he gives one final stuttered thrust into you, whimpering in your ear and laying his entire body weight on top of you, losing the ability to hold himself up.

all the air in your lungs is forced out of you as all of his muscle and height presses down on you. you pat his arm and wheeze out a laugh at the absurdity of the situation, the post orgasm bliss evaporating from you. “up..!”

gideon is forced back to reality by the hoarseness of your voice, pushing up immediately and pulling out. “oh god, are you okay? i’m so sorry-”

you take in a deep breath, only to let it out instantly in a cackle after looking at his terrified expression. you kick at him and speak through the laughter that wracks your body. “you almost killed me!”

seeing that you’re clearly okay, gideon joins in the laughter. he catches your ankle and kisses it before laying down beside you, pulling you on top of him. “would your death have been because of me crushing you orrr because i gave you a life altering orgasm? scratch that, two life altering orgasms.”

you snicker and bite his shoulder gently, snuggling your face into his warm chest after. “definitely the orgasms.”

gideon nods and shrugs. “doesn’t sound like a terrible way to go out.”

silence coats the room after that and you cuddle for the better part of 20 minutes. his fingers trace patterns over your bare back and massage your scalp while you rest against him, your body aching in the most satisfying way possible.

“gid?” you mumble after a while.

“mmmm?” he responds, squeezing you gently in his arms.

“i didn’t take you for a whimperer.” you say, no hint of teasing in your voice, just honesty.

despite this, gideon seems to take your words as a tease, blushing. “ah.. sorry, i know it’s not super manly. i’ve been trying to cut back on that.”

you gasp and raise up, looking down into his deep brown eyes with a stern gaze to show that you’re serious. “don’t you dare stop whimpering, you hear me?”

he smiles up at you and gently caresses your cheek. “heyy, there’s the fiesty girl i know and love.”

a/n pt2: there was a kink i wanted to add in bc it felt like it fit but i got too scared to do it. (mostly bc i don’t enjoy said kink) if anyone can guess it i’ll tell your main to come see you tonight in your dream. also i've been struggling lately with loving something while i write it and then hating it when i'm editing it💔also also, i said this yesterday but i wrote a lot of the smut while i was crazy sick, sooo if it's off it's because i was lowkey fighting for my life😭😭

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