KENMA 🕸 x scary black cat

one negative aspect of having a professional gamer boyfriend is that on the rare occasion you want to go out to celebrate a fun holiday, he's busy streaming and can't come with you.

most of the time when he doesn't want to go out with you, after enough pleading and begging and doe-eyes, because he's whipped he'll eventually come around and the two of you actually end up having a nice time together. however, on this occasion he is shockingly firm in his notion that he cannot go out to celebrate with you, because he's already scheduled a halloween livestream for his fans.

which is annoying, but you don't worry about it too much because you know there is one tactic that you have yet to try that will undoubtably work and cause him to cancel his stream to spend time with you instead. and that is:

ragebait.

for your 'halloween costume', you didn't even need to buy anything new for it because all it consisted of was a black bra, a black miniskirt (which you cut even shorter), a cat ears headband and a clip-on cat tail, all of which you already own (unsurprisingly). then, you would draw whiskers on your face with eyeliner.

of course, this wasn't your true costume. but merely a decoy costume that you would use to elicit a reaction out of him. your plan was that, once kenma saw that you were going out in something so egregiously revealing, his protective boyfried instincts would kick in and he would insist that he comes with you to the party.

or at least, that's what you thought would happen.

in reality, when you appearing in the doorway on his bedroom, twirling and making all sorts of fuss over your 'amazing' costume, all kenma did was spare you the briefest glance and mutter, "you look nice. have fun tonight."

the doorway wasn't in view of his camera, which is why you felt comfortable doing another twirl, and trying to show off your outfit (or lack thereof) again. "i don't think you got a proper look at it the first time, kenma." you urge. surely if he wasn't freaking out by now, it was probably because he didn't see it right. "c'mon, take another look."

he sighs, and mutes his mic. this time he turns fully towards you, giving you his undivided attention and getting an unobstructed view of your skimpy costume. though, he still didn't seem bothered.

"you're a black cat, that's cute. i like your tail." he points at it, and you can't help but swoosh it around a little. "i hope you have fun tonight. sorry that i couldn't come with you." just as he is about to turn back to his stream, you interject,

"can you at least kiss me goodbye?"

he smiles warmly at you, and nods. "yeah. there's a break coming up in five minutes. i'll meet you at the door."

"okay." you murmur, defeatedly leaving the room and kicking the air as you do so. you can't believe your masterplan didn't work, and that, more importantly, he doesn't seem disturbed at all that you're going out in virtually nothing.

well, you're obviously not really going out in this; even on halloween, you'd just arrested for public indecency. but you can't let him think you were bluffing (even though you were), so you'll probably just sit in your car for a while and watch something on your phone, maybe go to a drive-thru and get a bite to eat. something like that.

dejectedly, you pad to the foyer and put your heels on. and as promised, a couple minutes later kenma joins you. he strolls up to you and pulls you in for long hug, which you reciprocate, even allowing yourself to melt into his embrace slightly. which you immediately regret when you move to give him a kiss and he jerks away.

"huh?" you splutter, staring at him with wide-eyes; a crazed expression like someone who had just been shot. "my goodbye kiss?"

kenma snickers, and nods again. "here." he says. and you're not quite sure what he means, until he gets on his knees in front of you and wraps his hands around your thighs, shuffling closer towards you so his head was right between your legs.

your thighs instinctually press shut and a flustered heat rises to your cheeks in response to his unexpected actions, "what about your stream?"

"paused it. i told them that i needed to give my girlfriend a kiss goodbye. so, let me give you a kiss." his thumbs dig into your thighs, and despite your initial confusion, you soon allow him to part your legs and duck under your skirt, where he's met with a peculiar sight.

"no panties?" he mutters while pressing kisses on the inside of your thigh. "that's risky considering how short your skirt is."

"i just— i forgot to put them on." you splutter, as if that was any more belieable than you choosing not to wear them for aesthetic purposes. regardless, that only makes it easier for his tongue to make contact with your sweet folds.

he licks and sucks at your cunt, lapping at it like a parched man until your entire pussy is glistening with a mix of his saliva and your juices. he pays special attention to your clit, nipping at it to tease you and and fiercely sucking it between his teeth, causing your knees to tremble at his attack on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

he spits on your hole to moisten it , yet it feels so affectionate. he does this repeatedly to prep you, and uses two fingers to push the it inside you, to ensure it fully lubricates you. yet, there's still strings of arousal and spit hanging from your hang and spilling down your thighs.

"ready, kitty?" he asks hoarsely, with his mouth still connected to your cunt, so you feel when his lips creep into a smirk at the silly nickname. "want it?"

"yeah.." you whine, feebly grasping at the edge of your skirt for an inch of solace.

"how bad? tell me how bad you want it, princess." he says, pulling his head back, out from under your skirt so he can glare at you. however, this doesn't work out in his favour, because when he sees you're glossy lip trembling and your angelic eyes gazing down at him innocently, he immediately folds.

"you're lucky you look cute as a cat. i can't make you beg for it when look so sweet." he huffs, diving back under your skirt, only so he can lick one final stripe across your cunt before plunging his tongue into your sopping hole.

you recoil at this forceful action, but he holds you firmly in place. "stay still." he commands, speaking more into your pussy than he was to you. "let me take care of you." your pussy drips around his tongue while he loses himself inside you. thrusting in and out at an erratic pace and curling in all different directions in deperate attempt to locate your gspot.

his hands caress the back of your thighs while his tongue slams into your cunt over and over, with such force that it almost splashes back in his face. "so tight.." he groans, the vibrations tickling your clit just right and ripping a shriek-like moan from you that echoed through the whole foyer. his tongue wormed around your insides, while his lips still worked on slurped up your excess and stimulating the rest of your pussy. "mpph, fuck, you taste like heaven, kitten."

you're unsure how long this went on for, but by the end of it, the coil in your stomach had been wound so tight by kenma's unabating and expert tongue abusing your gspot and his lips destroying your clit, that you were sent into the most mind-numbingly intense orgasm. your walls were spasming and your moans were so loud that they wrapped back around and bacame largely silent. and you're knees buckled under you, and kenma had to grip your waist and slowly lower you down.

"shit.." you curse, laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling as you struggle to catch your breath.

"hope you're satisfied with your goodbye kiss." kenma smirks, finally getting up from knees and heading back to his room where he was streaming, but not before giving you a peck on the cheek first.

you didn't even have the energy to leave the house after that. which upon greater consideration, you realise may have been apart of kenma's plan all along. hmph.

TSUKISHIMA 🕸 x pirate

wrapped up in your fitted corset and pirate costume, you're stood in front of the mirror, adding the finishing touches to your makeup before you're ready to head out.

just as you're adding a final dash of blood to the fake wound on your face, you can feel his unwell presense as he enters your room, without even looking away from the mirror. partially due to the frequent sniffling. although, before he fully comes in, he lingers in the doorway for a moment, crossing his arms as he gives your costume a once-over. "a pirate?" he scoffs.

"yup." you hum, refusing to pay him any attention and staying concentrated on completing your sfx makeup.

and despite noticing your deliberate attempts at ignoring him, he contiues, "not historically accurate at all." he scowls, eyes glued to your body. but that was perhaps in part due to the fact you were wearing a flowy white blouse that barely covered your ass, ripped tights and a cinched corset. of course you had other accessories too like a prop sword and a hat, but the bodice alone was enough to elicit complaints from your boyfriend. "why would swashbucklers wear corsets and heeled boots?"

very opinionated for a man burdened with the flu. you could tell he was just trying to get a reaction out of you, and your suspicion is only confirmed when you turn around and see a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. hence, you sigh and collect your stuff, preparing to leave for the party, "thanks, tsukki. i'll keep that in mind for next years costume." that amount of sarcasm was enough to amuse even tsukishima.

"hey. i just don't want you to go to that party, and everyone starts making fun of you for having a historically inaccurate costume." he places his hand on the side of your head and lovingly strokes your head with his thumb, "you don't deserve that." there was a shocking amount of sincerity in his voice for a man who was clearly joking. but for some reason this display of pity had you inwardly swooning and melting into his stupid, illness-infected hand.

"thank you, kei. but i think i'm willing to take that risk."

"suit yourself." he shrugs, shifting his hand behind your head and pushing it so he can pull you in for a hug. as you wrap your arms around each other, he says in a nasal tone, "have a good time tonight. sorry i can't come with you." then, you feel his spare hand snake down your back, until it's resting on the curve of your thigh, at the very edge of your blouse. "i'll be here when you get home."

at first you think it's sweet that you're usually standoffish boyfriend is being so affectionate. that is, until you think the hug is over but he pulls you in again. okay, maybe he just wants it extra long because you're going to be out all night, that's fair. but then after an additional thirty seconds, you try to pull away again and he just squeezes you even tighter.

that's when you realise. "you don't want me to go, do you?"

"why is your dress so short?"

"oh my god, kei!" you groan, yanking yourself away from his crossing your arms over your chest, affronted. "stop being so overbearing. you're not my parent!"

"fine. go to your stupid party." he grumbles, looking away awkwardly, "don't yell at me. i'm sick, remember?" he fake coughs twice.

such a drama queen, how do you put up with him? you ask yourself. "okay. thanks. goodbye, tsukishima." you sigh, collecting your stuff and heading towards the door. until, he interrupts one last time by calling out after you:

"wait. at least let me give you something before you go."

famous last words. now, he had you bend over the bed, with your dress hiked up and your panties pushed to side while you rammed into you from behind. his fat cock splitting your cunt open repeatedly, while your face was half-pressed into the sheets, surely smudging your makeup in the process, but were far too lost to care.

you're hole quivered around his length and you're knuckles were painted white with how hard you gripped the duvet beneath you. it was frightening how much stamina he had for someone who has been virtually bed-ridden with illness all day. it's like he managed to shake all the unwellness off himself in an instant, and is now back to drilling into you at his typical furious pace.

your walls squelched at each thrust, and your juices leaked out of your pussy, which he used as lubricant as he rubs his fingers over your clit. "oh, fuck, kei.." you groan, legs tensing as the wet friction causes electric jolts through your core. and despite this stimulation, his fierce drilling into your tight cunt never ceased for even a moment. he's adamant on keeping you stuffed. "mmph— ts— tsukki!"

"can't dress like slut and expect me not to fuck you like one." he grits, keeping an iron grip on your waist while letting his other hand freely roam your back. it would wander up and give you teasing tugs on your hair, forcing you to look up at the wall in front of you. then it would retreat downwards to grab and squeeze at fistfuls of your ass, like he owns it. "you think just cos i'm sick that i'm not gonna fill you up? please." his point is underscored by the sniff he does halfway through, due to his blocked nose.

due to his hips constantly slamming down against yours and his dick fighting against the restrictions of your tight hole, it wasn't long before he lost himself in your heat and finished inside you — no rubber so his seed was left to conjest your walls and paint your cervix.

audibly breathless, he pulls out, and you can feel the mix of liquids he left behind him drool out of your cunt. though he hastily sorts that out by fixing your panties and adjusting the fabric so it's snug against your pussy again. pleased with his work, he gives you a quick pat before collapsing down next you on the bed. you've never seen him so worn out after sex before, but you figure it's expected considering he's poorly today.

"have fun on your night out, sweetie." he snickers. if it wasn't made clear he was being condescending by your shivering, fucked-out figure on the bed, that is in no state to be going out clubbing. then, the fact he called you 'sweetie' is a dead giveaway — he typically only calls you petnames when he's being patronising.

"and sorry for messing up your makeup. but considering your costume, you'll be glad i gave you something to keep warm."

BOKUTO 🕸 x fluffy bunny

his strong arms snake around your waist as soon as you pause for one second, just to touch up your mascara in the mirror. you try to pay him little attention, as you're already in a rush, but that becomes difficult when he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and you can feel him grin against you.

"aren't you just the cutest little bunny ever?" he laughs, hugging you from behind, so close that you can feel his muscled chest against your back and it's a little distracting. he continues to press open-mouthed kisses onto your neck, and for a moment you wonder whether he's already drunk from the pregame, or if he's being his normal lovey-dovey sickeningly-sweet self.

"thank you, kou. but we need to hurry." after placing your mascara back in your purse, you march straight towards the door. however, bokuto doesn't let go of your waist for some reason and ends up stumbling along behind you. "we're already running late."

bokuto finally drops the hug, but only so he can stand up and admire the sight of your ass almost peeking out of your short dress while you're bent over, scrambling to put your shoes on. he's especially excited by your fuzzy little pompom tail that was sewn onto the dress, just under the small of your back. in fact, you're whole outfit was just so cute, he could hardly bear it. those floppy rabbit ears, the sparkly makeup that makes your face glow, even the fluffy bracelets you wore.

naturally, he couldn't help but give in to his lesser urges, and reach forward to squeeze your pompom tail. it was only sewn onto your clothes so you didn't even notice, until his other hand followed suit and grabbed a fistful of your ass.

which automatically caused you perk up and gasp, "kou!" you stand up straight and instantly whip around to face him, only to be met with a his wobbly smile and prominent redish flush. yeah, he's definitely tipsy.

"c'mon! look at that tail! it's too adorable not to grab." he chuckles, making the motion with one hand, while the other trails down your leg, kneeding your thigh. "such a sweet bunny. can't believe you're all mine."

his head flops onto your shoulder but you're quick to push it upright again, so he can look you in the eyes as you declare, "thanks. but there's no time. we're already super late, bokuto, so we need to hurry. do you understand me?"

"ughh." he tosses his head back dramatically and groans, "why do you we need to go? why can't we stay home and so i can fuck my little bunny's brains out all night?" he pouts, glossy-eyed and seeming genuinely disheartened.

"do you not want to go?"

"no." he states firmly, shaking his head, and almost losing balance in the process. "i want to spend tonight with you, baby. hang and fuck like rabbits— hah, get it?"

"i do." you grimace, quickly pivoting, "but you promised kuroo that you would go to his costume dinner and you said you've been looking forward to th—"

"fuck kuroo and his costume dinner!" he yells definitively, before pulling you in my the cheeks for a dramatic yet sloppy kiss. at first you're astounded and try to say something, but then you realise there's no point in arguing with him since he seems to have made up his mind. all you can do now is enjoy your night.

your lips crash against each other, and you can feel his erection as he flagrantly grinds it against your thigh. your stomach flipped at the sensation and the reminder of just how big he was; your panties slickened in preparation to take him.

you eagerly hike up your dress and try to further close the distance between you and bokuto, but you drunkenly forgot that you were in middle of putting your heels on, so you lose balance and stumble forward in his arms. however, he ends up faling backward as a result, which you landing on top of him. thankfully he braced himself so neither of you were hurt. now you were strandling his thigh, while he's laid on his back.

after a couple of moments frantic 'you okay?'s back and forth, followed by some hearty laughter, he pulls you down to resume kissing passionately. his large hands roam your body, possessively rubbing every dip and curve, and further hiking up your skirt to reveal your dampened panties.

"shit, you're so perfect, baby." he moans, but with such an anguished undertone, it almosts sounds like he's in pain. "i need you so fucking bad. my sweet girl." while one hand tenderly cups your face, the other reaches down to free his cock, which he haphazardly manoeuvres it until the tip is rubbing against your clothed cunt.

you whine into his mouth, then clumsily tug your panites aside, relishing in how his shaft drags along your wet cunt. the friction alone drives you insane, and you let out a deep sigh of relief once he finally slips himself inside your hole and you get that lewd stretch you've been waiting for.

your knees are planted on the ground on either side of him, yet you're far too involved in the heated make-out session to bother ride him. even when you briefly tried, the alcohol immediately started to hit, making it virtually impossible to stay coordinated without fumbling or getting dizzy. thus, while you kissed, bokuto planted both hands on your ass and utilised this grip to slowly drag you up and down on his cock.

emphasis on slowly. inch by fucking inch, it drove you crazy. you'd never gone this slow with him before, usually he pounds into you like a madman but not he was letting you feel him and fully experience the friction of his dick against your walls. giving you time to get familiar with every last vein and curve.

"you comfortable, bunny?" he holds your head with both his arms, hugging you to his chest in a comforting manner, as you struggle and whine while taking his whole length. "cos i think we're going to be here all night."

ATSUMU 🕸 x cheerleader

"are you ready to g—"

atsumu barges into your room, and notices you stood in front of the mirror, fixing up your hair. you even turn to flash him a smile, yet he still looks utterly dumbfounded. then, he quickly bows his head and retreats, muttering, "sorry, i thought you were done changing."

"wait!" you call out after him, and he freezes in his tracks. confused, you clarify, "what are you talking about? i'm already dressed. plus, even if i was in the middle of changing, when has that ever stopped you in the past?"

you giggle, and you expect him to laugh at your joke too, but instead he just turns to you, wearing the most horrified expression you've ever seen. "your dressed?"

"yes."

he motions to what you're wearing. a top that was so cropped it resembled a bra, with the word 'cheer!' written across it. and a matching glittery microskirt. atsumu felt light-headed just looking at it. "that's your whole outfit?"

you tut, crossing your arms over your chest and rolling your eyes. "no, of course not."

atsumu huffs the biggest sigh of relief, practically hunching over as he does so. "good, that's what i thought. so what are you missing? a jacket? leggings? the rest of your shirt?" he throws the suggestions at you, but you think it's better if you just show him.

you shuffle over to your bed and pick up the two cheerleading pom-poms you bought, and excitedly shake them around. "these!"

atsumu's face abruptly drops into a frown. "that's it?"

"yup." you nod happily. but there's a beat of silence, during which atsumu's unusual lack of commentary — ironically — tells you everything you need to know. "what? you don't like it?"

he grimaces, opening his mouth to say something before realising that there's probably a better way he could approach this situation. "don't you think you're going to get cold in that?"

"no." you shake your head, and pout. from his demeanour alone you can tell that the problem is, you're hasty to whine, "you just don't like my costume!"

"huh? i didn't say that." he furrows his brows, cautiously edging towards you with an arms outstretched, as though he was trying to offer his scent to a volatile cat. however, in this case, he lets his fingers tap at the exposed skin of your waist, and despite your gloomy attitude, you let out the slightest 'hmph' of approval, which he takes as permission to wrap his arms fully around you.

holding you in his ridiculously warm and loving embrace, he hums, "i love your costume. wish you'd dress like this when you come and watch my matches with the jackals. looking in the audience and seeing you wearing this," he steps back and admires your outfit, squeezing your waist as he does so, "would give me some real motivation."

"the wrong kind of motivation." you tease, nudging his crotch where you can feel his length stiffening against your thigh.

he litters kisses from your collarbone up to your ear, where you can then hear him growl, "n' that's your fault for having your whole ass out." he puntuates his point by delivering a harsh slap on your cheek, and chuckling when you yelp and bounce in his arms at the impact.

there's a momentary lull, as his hand drags from your thigh, up between your legs until the pad of his finger is grazing your labia through your panties. the subtle yet perverted touch is enough to send shockwaves up your spine, and mixes with the arousal in your abdomen that was also caused by his gruff voice in your ear, "it's a shame we didn't meet in high school."

"y—you think?" is all your able to stammer out, as your panties are tugged aside and his fingers shamelessly delve between your damp folds.

"yeah. i would've loved a hot cheerleader dancing for me at all my matches." you can feel his lips pull into a smile as his daring fingerwork causes you to squirm in his arms. his middle finger would prod at your clit before two would slip into your soaked hole. they'd remain relatively stagnant at first, allowing you to adjust to it before they started to move.

"we had a cheerteam but they weren't anything like you." his hot breath burned your neck; he was so near to you, and there was no where you could go to escape. by now his fingers were rapidly pumping into your pussy, while his chest was pressed against yours and his arms are wrapped around you. even his face is slotted into the curve of your neck. you were as close as close could be.

"fuck, if you were there cheering for me though.. in this slutty little outfit." he chuckles at the comment, though his heart races at the mere thought of you as a real cheerleader for him. his eyes drifted shut and he let himself get lost in the fantasy. "god, i don't know what i'd do. probably try to get my hands on you first."

"yeah, yeah, you'd be mine. then i'd bend you over under the bleachers the first chance i got and fuck your lights out." you don't know if he realises it but the longer the rambles on, the rougher he gets with you. his fingers drill repeatedly into your wet hole like a machine, until you're emitting squelching noises with each thrust. he's got such a stern grip on you, his knuckles are white and his nails are virtually digging into your thigh. while his other hand is wrapped around the back of you, with his index and middle finger feverishly abusing your pussy while his thumb presses against your asshole, just to keep you in place.

"shit, you don't know that you're stupid costume is doing to me.." his breath his heavy, and so is yours. but in your case, it's due to the fact that his fingers are curled in such a way that he's repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, and white spots are beginning to cloud your vision as you eventually submit to your orgasm. a climax that leaves you a whiny, shivering mess in your man's arms.

"tsu—atsumu!" you cry out, being partially muffled by his chest. your hole feebly flutters around his unrelenting digits, and he shifts his spare hand up to cradle the back of your head. he kisses your earlobe and whispers, "that's it, baby. ride it out. c'mon."

once the molten grit in your stomach dies down, atsumu slides his finger out of you and you're able to catch your breath. although the orgasmic lust still lingered in your mind, it was usurped by the remaining desire to go out and party on halloween, so you find the strength to utter groggily to him, "aren't we going to go out?"

atsumu laughs and affectionately tucks a strand of your costume-wig hair behind your ear. while making eye-contact, he states bluntly, "no."

"why not?" you immediately whine in protest.

in a shockingly gentle manner, he explains, "honey, you can go out half-naked any other day of the year. but this is the only night i can fuck a cheerleader under the bleachers."

before you're able to even question what he means, he rummages around in the pocket of his jacket and pulls out his car keys. flashing you a smile, he offers you his jacket, and then his hand, "hm?"

he doesnt come over again for a few days, despite usually stopping by every night to complain about work and watch your show together.

and neither of you texts or calls, despite years of your phone buzzing constantly, because hes a double-triple-quadruple texter and you're just as bad.

by the time that nearly a week has passed, youre a mess of anxiety and the looming dread that your best friend will never speak to you again.

and then he's there, at your door, with a bag of takeout and a shameful blush dusting his cheeks.

you dont know what to say, so you say nothing at all, just letting him in. he sits where he always does and pulls containers of food out — food he always gets, because he's a picky eater and because he knows your orders by heart. and then he turns on the show he always does, giving you the same look he always has when he's waiting for you to join him so he can press play.

you dont talk about it.

you just watch your show, laugh at all the right times, kick your feet up and relax into the cushions in all the right ways. and you do your best not to think about the fact that your panties are soaked, that they have been since he'd shown up at your door looking like he always does, smelling like he always does.

you do your best not to think about the fact that he's hard. that you can see the tent in his pajama pants, that you notice when he shoves a throw pillow over his lap to hide it.

that he's wearing pajamas, which means he plans on staying.

he stays until it's too late to leave — you watch the clock next to the TV, watch as it passes his usual time to pack up and go home — and then he mumbles under his breath.

"want me to sleep on the couch?"

your heart jumps, because you recognize what this is. that he's giving you one last chance to leave things here, without ever moving forward. that it would be okay if you want him to stay here tonight.

your heart jumps, because you know what it means if you say no.

you swallow and stand, stretching in a way that you hope doesn't show how shaky you are, and move down the hall, praying it looks casual.

"no, it's fine. the couch isnt comfortable, anyway."

you dont let him know that you can hear when he breathes out a quiet 'fuck' and moves through the room faster than he usually does.

you dont sleep. you just lie there, facing away from him and staring at the wall. waiting to hear his breath even out, waiting to know that hes asleep.

it never does.

every time you think he might be asleep, he shifts, and your heart flies into your throat. and you know that tricking him into thinking youre asleep wont work, because your breath keeps hitching and your heart keeps pounding so hard that theres no way he cant feel it through the mattress.

you stare at the wall until streaks of sunlight start to fall against it.

thats when his fingers brush against your back, gentle and cautious.

your skin breaks out into goosebumps wherever he touches. he takes it as permission.

when his chest presses against your back, it's with a shaky breath and trembling fingers on your waist. he doesnt ask if this is okay, and you dont tell him that it's so much more than that.

he just presses his hips against the curve of your ass, and you just gasp, because he's still hard, even after all these hours.

but you shouldnt be surprised, because youre still soaked, the desire for him feeling more and more like a craving, a desperate need.

tsukki buries his face in your hair, letting out an uneven sigh when he rolls his hips forward against your ass. you arch your back, pressing into him gently.

"fuck," he whispers, sliding his arm under and around your body and pulling you flush against him. you whimper, pushing back and enjoying the feel of him.

and then you choke out a moan, because he's slipping his other arm over your waist and shoving his hand down your pants.

"o-oh, my, god-" your voice breaks when his fingers — ice cold and trembling with nerves — push past the band of your underwear and land right where you need him, swiping one circle over your clit and then one more.

his hips jerk forward, breath heavy against your neck when he slides his fingers through your folds. "so fucking wet f'me," he groans. "just like last time."

you cant answer, too busy trying to find the breath in your lungs. hes rocking his hips the whole time, always managing to bump you forward against his fingers, stars bursting behind your eyelids whenever he pushes down on your clit.

"tsukki-"

you dont need to say anything else. he understands.

it's no more than a jagged inhale and his hand ripping out of your pants before you find yourself on your back.

your pants and his pants missing.

your underwear soaked and his boxers tented and wet with his own pre-cum.

when he grinds down on you, way less fabric between you than the first time, his moan is low and drawn out, echoing in your ears and forcing you to whimper in response.

he bends you in half again. you mewl embarrassingly loudly, the thought of being used smacking around inside your brain and setting your skin on fire.

he grunts in response. "you liked this last time, too." the shallow rut of his hips makes you bounce, and you hear when he moans in the back of his throat. your shirt is dragged up and over your chest, the hem pushed up to your lips. he doesnt tell you to bite, but you do anyway, the fabric soaked with your drool the moment you piece together that he wants to watch your tits bounce while he grinds against you.

he swears under his breath, both hands coming up to cup your breasts, his hands so big compared to yours. he kneads them under his fingers, calloused and rough, and you whine, your hips wriggling against his in response.

you dont need to tell him what you want — that this feels nice but you need him to refocus. he just gets it, either by the look in your eye or by the way your hands reach down to tug on his boxers.

when his fingers clamp down on the backs of your thighs and your knees end up closer to your face than anyone else has ever been able to get them, the shirt drops from your mouth, because youre letting out an echoing, needy sound that youve never made before.

he slams his hips down against yours, again and again and again, grunting and moaning and biting down on his bottom lip to keep the sound trapped in his throat. and then he huffs out, breath ragged, and takes in the sight of you properly.

"fuck, y/n, whats all this about?" his voice is rough, and hes sweating and flushed, and his hands are gripping your thighs tight but trembling nonetheless. "what is it, huh?"

your answer comes out in broken pieces, matching the rhythm of his hips. "us-ing-me-nngh-"

he stops. you cry out, tears pricking at your eyes. he just stares down at you, eyes wide as he examines the frustrated look on your face and the humiliated burn on your skin.

you start to cry, barely noticing when he uses one hand to brush the tears away, his thumb rough on your cheek.

you barely notice, because he covers it up by reaching down and tearing your panties off of you in one smooth motion.

you gasp when your body jostles against the mattress. you stop breathing entirely when he shoves his boxers down to his thighs.

"want me to use you?" he mutters. "okay. i'll use you."

you dont respond, just staring down at his cock and trying to process that that is never going to fit inside of you.

but he even doesnt try.

he just lines his cock up against your folds and slides through them slowly.

your head falls back and a cracked, broken moan falls past your lips. he doesnt sound much better, his breath sharp and his grunt tense in his throat.

"fuckin'-" he slides against you again, choking. you cant breathe. it's so hot and hard and nothing like anything youve ever felt before. "so fuckin' good," he breathes. "you feel so fucking good-hah-"

and then he leans forward, putting all his weight on the backs of your thighs and folding you in half, just like you like it.

his lips fall on yours like he's in love.

you kiss him back like you are, too.

the pace he finds is brutal, but he doesnt keep it for long. between kissing you and mumbling about how good you feel, his hips are unsteady.

which is exactly how the tip of his cock ends up catching on your entrance, slipping in just far enough for you to feel the stretch.

"oh-fuck-fuck-" he chokes, his eyes flying open and his hands slipping clumsily off your thighs and slamming into the mattress on either side of you. "fuck-y/n-"

your back is arched, chest pressing against his and your breath stuck in your throat. you stare up at him, unseeing, heart pounding in your ears.

"tsukki-"

he hears it again. what youre asking. but for your sake, he pretends it's his idea.

"c-can i-" he stumbles. "just a little?" he still hasnt slipped out, so he feels when you clench around his tip, dragging him in just a little more. he drops his head, groaning low and watching where your bodies meet. "fuck. fuck. i-please, y/n-" he lifts his eyes, staring down at you, his gaze wild and his arms shaking and his face radiating waves of heat. "please?"

there are more tears rolling down your cheeks, burning as they go, and you can only nod frantically. "please, tsukki. need you to-"

-use me.

he breathes out a quiet "oh, fuck," and starts to roll his hips in, soft "fuck, fuck, fuck"s falling past his lips the further in he pushes. the more he stretches you around his cock.

you're letting out embarrassing sounds, ranging from simple moans to humiliating chants of his name and the words "more" and "please" and "yes, fuck", all slurred and babbled together.

you dont even realize he's fucking you into the mattress until you hear the headboard slamming against your wall, over and over and over again. until his voice is right next to your ear, his chest pressed to yours and your thighs gripped tight in his hands.

"thank you," he grunts. "fuck, thank you. thank you."

you feel when it pushes you right over the edge, feel yourself mouth the words "yours" and "take it" and "please" against the shell of his ear, your walls squeezing tight around him as you come.

the noise he makes rumbles low in his chest and feels primal, and suddenly your headboard is hitting twice as fast and youre feeling his cock smack up against a spot you'd never realized was there.

when he comes, it's with your name on his tongue and his cock buried deep inside you, warm and pulsing and filling you just right.

you fall asleep like that, and he does, too. just like last time.

Then, he stalls. He pulls back slowly until only the flushed-angry red tip remains inside, holding you right on the edge. You let out a soft, breathless murmur of his name. When you glance back over your shoulder with lidded eyes, the faint lines around your eyes, the elegant crinkles of a woman who has lived a little, deepen into a heavy, knowing smile. You aren't some young, terrified brat. You’re a grown woman who knows exactly what she bought, and you aren't ashamed of how much you want it.

Looking at that expression on your face, Toji figures he’s giving you every single yen’s worth. He slams his cock back in. The sudden, brutal bottoming out forces an audible, messy squelch from your needy pussy, tearing a sharp gasp straight out of your throat. His shaft is already heavily coated in a thick, wet layer of your own cream, but it’s barely visible beneath the dim, shifting shadows of the room. Unbothered, Toji reaches over and clicks the camera flash on. The harsh, white light cuts through the dark, exposing everything. He uses his massive, calloused fingers to ruthlessly spread you further apart, getting a perfectly clear, high-definition shot for the camera—showing the internet exactly how wide you stretch around him, glistening and completely filled to the brim.

@honored1inthesheets (Gojo Satoru)

THE HONORED ONE CUMS IN WHINY BRAT'S THROAT: LIMITLESS COCK MAKES HER CRY !

The white glare of his phone screen reflects off your sparkly lip gloss that’s smudged all over Gojo’s shaft. Fat, hot tears are already swelling in the corners of your eyes, your cheeks puffed out and aching in a desperate (frankly pathetic) attempt to stretch around the sheer length of his cock.

“There you go, baby,” the white-haired man above you coos, his voice dripping with mock-sweet sympathy.

After ten minutes of nonstop gagging, whining, and bratty complaints—to the point where thick, bubbly spit began dripping down your chin and pooling right into your cleavage—you’ve finally managed to take him all the way down. Gojo looks down at your warm, tear-stained face with a proud and condescending grin, his fingers tangled in your hair to keep you pinned.

“A hard worker, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his thumb brushing a tear from your cheek with fake gentleness. “Took you long enough to fit it in, baby. But look at you now, a real fuckin’ trooper.”

You try to drown out his teasing and focus on your ministrations, determined to wipe that smug look off his face. You bob your head up and down, deliberately pushing his dick to the very back of your throat. Nasty, wet slurping sounds echo through the quiet room with every single movement, the friction so intense that hot tears streak down your round cheeks again, leaving you breathless. It’s an exhausting effort, but it’s all worth it when he finally loses his cool ‘n mocking composure. His hips jerk forward as he releases a thick, heavy load straight into your mouth, his voice dropping as he praises you.

"That’s my pretty girl. Clean it all up for me, yeah? The fans wanna see.”

@purification.ritual (Geto Suguru)

CULT LEADER BREEDS OBEDIENT MEMBER ON THE ALTAR (FILLS HER UP TO THE BRIM) !

“Perfect,” Geto grunts, a low groan vibrating deep within his broad chest as he rolls his heavy hips against yours. He stays buried deep, keeping the thick, sticky mess he just pooled inside your slicked cunt trapped, using the prodding head of his shaft to push his kids even further up against your womb. He handles your hips like property, long fingers digging dark bruises into your soft skin to anchor you beneath him.

“Always been such a good listener, haven’t you?” he murmurs, his voice a smooth, velvet purr that echoes off the dim sanctuary walls. He leans down, his long black hair brushing against your damp shoulder as his lips graze your ear. “Your loyalty deserves a proper reward.”

You lazily nod in response, but it’s more of a dazed response, your head rolling back against the cold cedar of the altar like some flimsy rag doll. Your mind is completely gone—utterly cock-drunk, floating in a warm, ditzy haze of absolute pleasure and devotion. You can barely form a coherent thought, your round eyes lidded and unfocused as you stare up at the flickering candlelight.

You’re just so incredibly honored. After so long spent listening, obeying, and bending to his every single whim, having your messy pussy stuffed to the brim by your savior feels like the highest holy blessing. It’s the best gift you could ever ask for in return.

“Mmm… thank you, Master,” you whimper out, a tiny, pathetic line of spit stringing from your lips as you tilt your hips, desperately trying to swallow every last drop of his offering. Geto lets out a satisfied chuckle at the sight of your ruined, vacant expression. He strokes your cheek with a mock-gentle touch, pleased with how thoroughly he's broken your mind.

“Just keep it all inside.”

@malevolent_cock (Sukuna Ryomen)

MORTAL SLUT STRUGGLES TO BOUNCE ON A KING.

His bored, crimson eyes blink down at your frustrated, pouty face. You glare at his heavily tattooed cock before wrapping your small hand around the thick shaft, trying your best to guide it into your entrance. The stretch is undeniably painful, the sheer width of him making you pause. This is your third attempt, and your tight walls can only manage to swallow him halfway before you stall out, whimpering from the pressure.

“Any day now, woman,” he grunts, his deep voice scraping through the dark. He’s growing frustrated, patience running thin as he’s forced to just lie there while half his cock is being choked by your wet, trembling walls.

You don’t blame him for getting irritated.

Growing determined, your eyebrows furrow and tears prick hot at the corners of your eyes as you try to force yourself down a few more centimeters. Sukuna sighs—a low sound and suddenly, his large, clawed hands find your waist, his grip bruising as he ruthlessly pulls you down in one swift, sudden swoop. The whine that rips out of your mouth is loud and trembling, your core stretching to its absolute limit as he bottoms out inside you.

The pain turns into a blinding, suffocating rush of pleasure. Gaining a sudden burst of courage from the sheer intensity, you start hopping on his cock like a rabbit, your tits bouncing frantically in unison. Messy, loud squelching sounds echo through the room as your juices spray over his lower stomach, your wet cream coating his tattoos with every deep stride.

@yujisolderbrother (Choso Kamo) <— (had no clue what the website was till after btw)

GOOD NEEDY BOY LICKS MOMMIES PUSSY TILL SHE SQUIRTS !

The camera is shaky in your hand, the angles wobbly and uneven. In your defense, it’s nearly impossible to keep a lens steady when you’ve got a pretty boy buried between your thighs, his tongue thrusting deep in and out of your wet, aching hole. He’s eating your cunt out like he’s on death row and you’re his last meal, completely desperate to please you. Choso is needy beyond belief, letting out soft, pathetic whimpers against your puffy folds each time you use your free hand to shove his face harder into your mount.

“Please…” Your name rasps out on his tongue, raw and begging. Strands of his black hair stick to his damp forehead, his dark eyes shining with pure, unadulterated need as he looks up at you.

“You want to make me feel good that bad, Cho?” you coo down at him, your tone dripping with indulgence as your fingers tangle in his hair.

“Want you to feel so good… want to taste all of you,” he whines, sniffling a little and rubbing at his teary eyes with the back of his wrist because he’s so overwhelmed at this point. He’s completely unraveled, just wanting you to cum on his tongue more than his next breath. He pushes two thick fingers inside you, scissoring them in with perfect harmony, his tongue lapping and circling around your sensitive clit. Deciding he's been a good boy (and because you can’t hold on much longer), you finally grant his wish. Your gummy walls clamp down hard, thighs shaking violently as you spray sweet juices straight onto his waiting pink tongue. Choso licks you down greedily as you capture every single second on the shaking screen.

The realisation has your body still.

Your limbs growing taut as you finally grasped a hold of the horrifying situation.

There's— There's a strange man…!

And he's naked, sleeping in your house, on your bed, in the place of your cute pet bunny like this is completely fine, like this is common occurrence, like everything is normal— when it clearly fucking wasn't!

The only appropriate response is to scream— and you do just that.

The noise of your terror is shrill.

Piercing.

Ear-splitting— straight out of an r-rated horror film.

You kick and thrash and flail all at once, sight growing blurry with adrenaline as your fear quickly became your strength. And whilst you're under the pitiful conception that your efforts have an effect, to the unknown man, your abrupt movements are nothing more than an inconvenience.

You're squirming comes to a short pause when he, the strange man with pale hair — a shade that bares an awful resemblance to your pet's fur — makes a noise of disapproval.

It's a deep rumble, travelling through your chest and down your spine. A warning sign that you do not heed to, something you quickly come to regret when your actions pull an averse reaction out of him. His grip around your waist tightened instantly, the act immobilising your writhing figure which then urged him to snuggle closer into your neck.

He does it so effortlessly, so readily, as if it were no more than common practice, a behaviour that was so frighteningly familiar, it has your heart sink with disbelief.

Just who the hell was he, acting like this was nothing out of ordinary?

"G-Get, get off of me!"

The man let out another low grunt when you tried to pull away from him again, his annoyance accompanied with a short huff, one that sent a bout of unease to your stomach.

It was like playing a one-sided game of tug of war, you trying to escape his vice-like clutch whilst he merely groaned with displeasure and squeezed you near half to death.

Fuck, if the weight of him on top of you was this suffocating, you didn't even wanna imagine what kind of state your pet bunny would've been in considering he'd been peacefully sleeping on top of you.

Most likely bull-dozed under this hunk of a man.

"Ugh— you're crushing- my bunny—!"

You managed to get out with a heavy wheeze, still trying to put some much needed distance between the two of you. Your endeavours, for the very first time this morning, finally have some kind of effect on him. Albeit a very small one.

He perks up at your words, his earlier fatigue now nowhere to be found as he peered down at your twisting features through heavy-lidded eyes. A quaint shade of crimson, resembling rubies with their dull glimmer, greeted you in their full glory.

You gasped, mouth gaping as their familiarity dawned upon you.

There's no way—!

Just because he has hair and eyes that were terribly similar to your pet bunny, and a unique mannerism that you could recognise anywhere, just because of that— there's just no way… right?

You were very clearly jumping to conclusions!

"Bunny…?" Your voice trembled against yourself, lips wobbling as tears gathered in your lash line against your will. "My… my cute Bun-Bun..?"

It was almost comical how his nose twitched at the endearment, you could practically see flowers blooming around him as he flopped his head back down onto you, his temple pressing close to your lips as if waiting for something— something you only ever did with your furball…

He wanted you to coddle him with morning kisses and head scratches…!

But you couldn't do that— there was absolutely no way you could do that! This was a man!

Well, a hot man, but a man nonetheless!

Not your cute bunny!

There was a big difference between kissing your pet as opposed to kissing a whole ass man! You weren't exactly ready to cross that line yet!

And the longer you spent contemplating all this, the larger the risk of angering your spoiled bunny grew. And an angered bunny was not what you needed right now, not when you had only just replaced your previously chewed charger.

You needed to make a decision, and you needed to make it quick.

Ugh!

Eyes scrunching shut with fluster, you gathered your courage, lips puckering up as they readied themselves to plant a short but sweet peck on his pale hair. What you didn't account for, however, was how short his fuse actually was.

So imagine your surprise, when your lips didn't meet the soft tress of hair like you'd mentally prepared for, but instead, they were greeted with another pair of soft lips.

To your bunny's standard, you had taken far too long to shower him in your morning affections. And as a result, his frustrations grew, which had led him to face you with arguably the cutest expression of fury.

And, well, it didn't take a full blown genius to put two and two together— you'd crashed straight into his lips!

"Mmph—!"

Your heart nearly clawed its way out of your throat when you felt his tongue push past your lips. This, was not something you ever did with your bunny!

His head tilted to the side, teeth clashing and nose pressing against yours as he reached deeper into your wet cavern, chasing after something you couldn't quite put a name to.

A soft mewl left you in tandem, the noise of your pleasure swallowed by the greedy man on top of you. You nearly let yourself fall victim to your desires, those of which have been fuelling with frustration after your recent break up, only to snap out of it when you felt something hard press against your inner thighs.

He— he's hard!

Your ears flushed with embarrassment at the implication of his little — or big — situation, the realisation that he was still very naked striking you once more. And haunted with what you'd just done, your vigour grew. Your hands freed themselves from his now loosened confines, before they reached over to his broad shoulders and pushed.

"Ngh-!"

Your lips parted with effort, the only evidence of your indulgence visible in the thin strand of saliva that lewdly connected the two of you together.

"Put some…" You heaved, cheeks flushing as you tried to collect your breath that was cruelly stolen from you by the now hovering and guilty man. Your gaze wandered despite yourself, taking in his sculpted muscles that were littered with familiar scars identical to the ones your bunny had.

He really is.. him.

Your scrutiny was cut short when he tried to reach back down to you, his erection becoming very visible under your curious stare.

"Kyaa! Put some clothes on!"

There was no way this hot man was your pet bunny!

You couldn't be more wrong.

This man, six feet and three inches of pure muscle, was definitely your pet bunny.

There was no mistaking it.

Just because he now towered over you with his ridiculously attractive form, it didn't change that fact.

And if you refused to acknowledge it, then you were simply in denial.

Because there was nothing quite as spoiled as your pet bunny. You knew that, your friends knew that, God— even your fucking mailman knew that. But this man, Bunny — as you've resolved to call him considering it was the only thing that seemed to catch his attention — came very close. In fact, it wouldn't be a stretch to say he was more spoiled than your little fur-ball.

For one, you tried to put his very naked self into some clothes, namely your ex's clothing given that they were the closest thing to fitting him. But Bunny took one small, barely conspicuous sniff at the garments, and his face grew contorted with displeasure. He then turned away from you, stomped his feet like a child throwing a hissy fit, and refused to put them on.

You damn near lost your mind, did that mean you had to sacrifice your clothes in the name of shame and modesty?

It did.

Since he harshly rejected your ex's clothes, you had no choice but to resort to yours. And it would've been easy to just deal with loose or teared clothes, but Bunny still hadn't forgiven you for having the nerve to offer him that other man's clothes.

You had to coddle him, run your hands through his hair and across his back with ardent affections, cup his puffed out cheeks and shower him with countless wet kisses whilst calling him all sorts of sweet but stupid endearments just to get him to look at you!

You've never regretted spoiling your Bunny more than now, because now it meant he had standards reaching the skies.

Maybe you should've heeded to you ex's words, he had always mentioned how you were spoiling the animal too much. At that time, you thought he'd been jealous of the furball receiving your love, but maybe, he was looking out for me..?

No, that would just be ridiculous.

Though, that ridiculous thought didn't seem so ridiculous now, did it?

And so, the only possible solution you could come up with to deal with his spoiled nature was to… wean him off of your affections…

Oh, it was so stupid. But you were truly under the impression that it would work. You really were.

Imagine your surprise, or lack thereof, when that went terribly wrong.

Bunny was absolutely furious to receive your silence. No longer having you in the palm of his hand to snuggle into as he leeched onto your warmth was hell.

So he did what he always did, throw a temper tantrum to have you pamper him once more. If you wanted to suddenly start ignoring him, then he would make it so that you couldn't.

Yeah, sure, you payed no mind to chewed cables and torn furniture, but what if he walked around you naked?

You couldn't possibly ignore that, could you?

And thus, Bunny refused to wear any clothes around you, even if they were yours. Choosing to roam around your home in absolutely nothing, something you could not turn a blind eye to.

His plan worked, like always.

Left with no choice, you were reduced to a pathetic, bumbling mess.

Heeding to every one of his wishes, as outrageous as each may be, became your national sport. And Bunny, realising the lengths of his special privileges, took it up a notch.

Whenever you locked yourself in the bathroom for some much needed privacy, he was hot on your tail. Knocking, scratching and thumping on the door for entry — the threat of his destruction loomed, and weak to your will, you had no choice but to let him in.

You couldn't shower in peace, no, you couldn't even shower at all!

How the hell were you supposed to? When he just stood there, watching you with dull and hazy eyes, his gaze tracking every one of your movements with rapt intrigue.

It was impossible!

So you just awkwardly stood there too, under the shower head, tap running, and still in your clothes — because what did it matter if you were still dressed when he did the undressing for you with his bedroom eyes?

No seriously, what else were you supposed to fucking do?

Strip in front of the insanely attractive man and just shower as if he wasn't quite literally sporting a fucking hard-on?!

Maybe if he was still your pet bunny you would've payed it no mind — partly because you'd already done that before — but you couldn't now!

And your sudden aversion made no sense to him.

Because Bunny had already seen you naked before, he'd seen it all. When he was still a fur ball with a pass to roam freely wherever he wished. It was not out of ordinary for him to just watch you bathe yourself, you'd let him do it plenty of times.

Hell, you'd even encouraged it!

Going as far bringing him a chair where he could comfortably lay on so the both of you could spend 'quality time' together.

So what the hell was with your reluctance now?

He just couldn't bring himself to understand, and worst of all, he couldn't fucking tolerate it.

And so, like he did to anything that displeased him, Bunny decided to tackle the root of the problem.

He'd join you, or rather, he'd corner you in the shower or tower over you in the tub, whichever you decided to choose, body flush against yours and face nuzzled into your proximity as he then urged you to groom him clean — a trait you later found bunnies did to assert their dominance.

Though ignorant to that fact beforehand, you didn't think much of it and cleaned him thoroughly. Fingers lost in the tress of his pale hair, you'd begin by massaging his roots with intense focus, before letting them slip low and wander about with a curious mind of their own. You'd mindlessly trace his deep scars, the ones all over him, on his arms, his chest and his face with the ghost of a feather.

Bunny's expression was always fixed into one of pure bliss when under your hands' ministrations, and the sight pulled on your heartstrings more than you liked to admit. Even though he was now a man, he still behaved much like he did when he was your pet.

It was so cute, until he then tugged at your clothes like it was now your turn. You'd fought back, obviously, gallant and valiant as you tried desperately to keep them on, but your endeavours were for nought, your efforts in vain. For the man, using either his teeth or monstrous strength, teared them off of you with unbecoming ease.

You'd learnt pretty quickly from then on that there was no use in fighting him, it was just easier to let him get his way — your growing pile of destroyed belongings a rather telling tale.

And much to your chagrin or relief, you weren't sure which of the two, he didn't help wash you up at all — that would be a humiliating sign of his submission towards you — rather, he settled into your warmth. Choosing to tuck his nose snug into your jugular and inhale the scent of you, something he couldn't get quite enough of.

With his weight toppled over you, no signs of him leaving discernible, you were left with no choice but to indulge in his wishes. Either running your fingers through his hair like before or over the ridges of his thick muscles as he hummed with delight.

The shared moment was strangely peaceful, but the instant you slowed down or showed any signs of stopping, he'd whine and huff and bite at your skin, refusing to latch off until you resumed your affections or placated him with endless kisses. Left with no choice but to comply, you heeded to every one of his demands as audacious as they may be.

And when he finally did unlatch from you, reluctantly at that, you were left to suffer with the bruises of his possession. Visible markings would mar the surface of your flesh, the kind that bloomed into shades of purple and were later very curiously questioned on by others.

Bunny wasn't just a headache because he caused you emotional stress and reputational damage, he was an even bigger pain the ass because he was running you into credit card debt.

If as a furball he was eating enough to feed a football team, then his appetite as a human was probably the leading cause of world hunger.

"Say aah—!" You drawled out sweetly, a carrot in your hand as you gently urged him to open his mouth.

That's right, as if his bottomless pit of a stomach wasn't enough, Bunny refused to eat if you didn't feed it to him directly.

Crunch.

His head barely lifted from your shoulder as he took a bite of the root vegetable, whining softly when you took a moment too long to continue scratching the nape of his neck.

"That was a big bite!" You cooed, planting a wet kiss on his rounded cheek as he chewed. "My Bun-Bun is such a good boy!"

You had to compliment him after each bite too, reward him with a smooch for being 'such a good Bunny' and touch him in some kind of way— because the one time you didn't do that, he ended up chewing through your lacy panties that you didn't even know you still had!

They were at the bottom of your hamper, so you'd half forgotten they existed, but still! What man digs through a pile of dirty laundry and destroys panties of all things just to express his irritation?

Only Bunny would, and considering how he was technically a rabbit who liked digging, it wasn't that surprising he still had some of his animal instincts left over. So you being you, just chalked it up to Bunny being, well, your pet bunny.

You were about to feed him another bite, only to blink with stupor when you heard the bell of your apartment ring. Carrot hovering near his wide and awaiting mouth, you racked your brain for who could possibly be visiting you at this late hour.

Bunny let out a low growl from where he was sitting on your lap, his legs immediately tightening around your waist with quiet warning as his eyes narrowed with obvious displeasure. One look at his furrowed expression and you could practically see the new pyjama set you bought ripped into tatters.

"Bunny, I'm sorry— but um… would you please get off me for one moment..?"

He didn't move from his very comfortable spot on you, choosing to ignore you and huff with disapproval into your collarbone instead.

"Please?" You begged, kissing the corners of his mouth with wide and pleading eyes as your thumb rubbed across the swell of his cheeks.

Bunny watched you from the corner of his eyes, the glint of a small thought forming in them as he took in your desperation. Whilst he was a spoiled little brat who enjoyed terrorising you any chance he got, you were still his favourite human.

You may not have realised this while having to deal with his bullshit, but Bunny was weak to you just as much as you were to him.

In one swift moment, he flopped off of you and landed beside you on the couch with a thump. His silent approval, rare and genuine, warmed your heart, pulling a soft smile out of you. One Bunny quickly turned to avoid with a low grunt— the kind that urged you to hurry whilst he was still patient.

"Thank you, Bunny!" You cheered, standing to your feet, though not before giving his head a little pat. "I'll be back soon."

That's what you promised, but one look at your uninvited visitor and that may as well just have been lip service.

"What are you doing here?" You spat, arms crossing defensively as you took in the rather distasteful sight of your ex.

Just what the hell was he doing here?

"Babe—"

"Don't call me that!" You snapped, one hand flying to grab the edge of your door as the other shook by your side. "We… broke up, so please just—."

However, the man before you was quick to notice your intentions. And before you could shut the door in his face, he grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled, knocking you off of your balance.

"Stop being so stubborn!" He grunted with effort, clearly caught off guard with your unusual boost of energy.

You've never been like this before, since when did you learn to fight back?

"Let go—!" Panic shot up your throat as his grip on your arm tightened. The heat of his grimy touch searing your flesh, a feeling you hadn't felt since dating him. "Please—"

And as if hearing your desperation from afar, an arm you've lately become familiar with snaked itself around your waist.

Unlike your ex's, his touch brought you comfort, a mellow warmth you couldn't replicate with just anything.

"Bunny…!" You sniffed, immediate relief flooding you as he pulled you flush against him, your back slotting in his chest with ease.

Bunny didn't reply back to you, instead, he tucked your head beneath his chin in quiet acknowledgement and held you close like he always did. Gaze fixed forward, he stood to his full height and sized down the man intruding on his territory.

Your ex quickly grew alarmed under Bunny's scrutiny, though he tried, and pathetically so, to appear as if the six feet and three inches of pure muscle didn't frighten him.

"Who—Who, who the hell are you?!"

And again, Bunny didn't respond to your ex, though his displeased expression spoke in its stead. His narrowed eyes lingered on the man's hand, namely the way it had still yet to detach from your arm.

Bunny's arm around your waist wandered, trailing low around your hips and pushing you further into his proximity while the other grabbed a hold of the man's wrist.

"Argh—!"

Pain immediately painted his face in a hideous hue, a show of Bunny's unusual strength, one you've never been subjected to despite however many times you've ' irritated' Bunny.

"I—I'll leave! I'll go- damn it!"

Your ex's grip on your arm loosened on instinct, and Bunny was quick to take advantage of the fact. He let go of the man's wrist, quickly replacing it with your now freed arm and pulling you out of the door-frame's way.

The door swung shut, a reverberating bang that was tensely followed with eerie silence.

"…."

You gulped, dread growing in the pit of your stomach as you tried to make sense of the situation— something you were unable to do given how you couldn't even see Bunny's expression.

His grip hasn't left your arm either, and his breathing has only gotten heavier behind you, the heat of his breath fanning your neck with the threat of something.

Bunny has always had quite the good memory, there's no way he'd forget what just happened— let alone forgive you for it. To even consider otherwise is just plain stupid, and the mere thought of receiving his silence shatters your heart.

You turn to face him before you realise, your free hand reaching to cup his face with desperation you aren't aware you're capable of, only to stop when he refuses to meet you.

"Bunny, I—"

The reaction you fear doesn't come. Not in irate huffs, or stomping feet, or crossed arms. No, nothing of the sort.

Bunny's gaze is just so sad as he stares off into the distance, his expression contorted with intense confusion, like he can't figure out something he craves so deeply to understand.

"Bunny..?" Your voice trails of unsurely, your hand hovering with just as much certainty.

He finally turns to face you, or namely your arm that he'd still yet to let go of, and what he does next— has your stomach lurch.

"B-Bunny—?!"

He's licking your arm, slobbering all over the flesh of your limb with the instinct of an animal grooming its beloved.

Your fluster goes ignored, though the spike in your pulse doesn't go unnoticed by the large man before you, his darkening eyes a telling sign of his growing desires.

Bunny stares at you, unblinking and lust-glazed as he approaches your proximity with the nature of a veteran. Swift, effortless, and readily— like he knows what he's doing. Like he's seen you do it so many times before that it has now become a part of his strange nature.

"Hah—" you let out a soft sigh, your thighs clenching against yourself, a pit of need growing in your core as he littered your exposed skin with countless opened mouth kisses— covering you in his scent.

Bruises are bound to grow with how hard he bites at the flesh, but the pain eases into pleasure as he licks at the teared skin with uncontainable reverence. His desire leaks through just as much as yours, you feel it in the way he presses against you, a short friction that only fuels your longing.

His lips wander at an agonising pace, from your ears to your neck, your neck to your collarbone— and they travel lower and lower. Bunny has reached your stomach before you know it, and he stops for a short moment, just staring at you with dilated eyes. There's intention behind them, and you can only whine with desperation as the moment of tension lengthens into eternity.

The air smells different. Sweeter.

Enticing.

Your pheromones are running haywire, Bunny notices, of course he does. The faint twitch of his nose as he picks up on the change in your scent is obvious— he can see your chest heave from anticipation and your eyes glaze with the hope of release.

It's so blatantly clear that you're aroused— and Bunny wants nothing more than to breed you full of his essence.

But he doesn't just do as he pleases this time.

This time, he waits for your words of permission with patience that is unbecoming of him.

"Bunny…"

Your voice is soft as you address him, breathy and mellifluous as they charge the air with palpable tension. Grabbing the lengths of his short hair, you pull him flush against you, pressing his face close to the heat of your need.

"Will you…" Lashes fluttering, you met his gaze head on, a small smile growing on your lips as you awaited for his reaction.

"Will you show me how bunnies show their affection?"

GRRRR THIS IS TWO REQUESTS IN ONEEEE

that's why tonight he had you propped on the bed in front of him, your ass up where he could pound into you from behind. his hand was splayed on the small of your back, his other gripping your hip. he wasn't going slow or lazy like he tended to. no, tonight he was drilling into you, slamming his pelvis against you so hard that each thrust knocked the headboard against the wall.

you were whining non-stop. soft mewls dripped from your lips on repeat. whimpers of his name, breathy little cries of 'fuck' and 'oh my godddd.' your fingers clawed at the bed sheets, as if they would ground you any.

but most importantly, ryuk was hovering in the corner of the room, his glowing eyes fixated on the action before him. he didn't seem particularly aroused. light would describe his demeanor as something closer to curiosity.

it had light glowing with satisfaction. whether ryuk liked it or not, he didn't care. he could see that, without a doubt, you belonged to light.

light couldn't see your face in this position, but he was sure it was hot with embarrassment. you'd always been shy about the simplest acts of pda. he could only imagine what was running through your mind now that someone else was watching you get fucked like a bitch in heat.

but despite your embarrassment, he knew you liked it. you were fucking gushing around him. your walls were pulsing and squeezing, sucking him deeper with every rock of his hips. the two of you would definitely have to switch the sheets after this.

after a particularly harsh thrust, you let out a cute squeak and tried crawling forward a bit, subconsciously in search of some relief. he put a stop to that real quick though. one of his palms landed a sharp smack on your ass before he yanked you back hard.

you choked out another moan, arms buckling beneath you.

he laughed.

his arm shot forward and looped around your neck. he brought you up and cradled your frame in a makeshift headlock.

"ah-ah. no hiding, sweetheart," he panted against your ear. "ryuk's watching, remember? give him a big smile."

you whined. your head tried to tilt downwards in an effort to hide your eyes from the shinigami. but light's arm beneath your chin didn't allow for it. your face stayed upright. instead, you just squeezed your eyes shut.

he chuckled again. "come on. he thinks you're so pretty. i can tell," he mocked.

his hips snapped against your ass harder, getting another loud cry out of you. your eyes fluttered open, almost like you didn't have the will to keep them shut anymore.

"that's it. don't be so shy. it's just ryuk, silly girl," he murmured, unable to keep the smirk off his face.

light's pupils flitted over to ryuk who was still watching, invested as ever. unlike you, he wasn't shy at all. light didn't know if shinigami's could get hard, but ryuk was undoubtedly interested in you.

"isn't she pretty, ryuk? she's shy as a little mouse, but it's cute," he said smugly.

ryuk half laughed from his position in the corner. he didn't say anything at first, letting the reaction speak for itself. but then after a moment, his raspy voice cut through the sound of skin-on-skin.

"sure. your little girlfriend is cute, light," he said.

you whimpered upon hearing the words. your cunt clamped down extra tight. it got a moan out of light.

he nipped at your ear. "don't be rude. tell ryuk thank you," he said.

your body seemed to convulse at the idea of speaking in this condition.

in a whiny, broken tone, you forced out "th-thank you, ryuk."

if the shinigami said anything back, light didn't hear. euphoria rushed through his head and drown everything else out. he buried his face against your neck and forced you back down so you were flat on your stomach.

your hips bounced up and down against the mattress to take him deeper. in a matter of moments, the both of you were hitting your high. you soaked his dick and the bedsheets while he spilled inside the condom he had on.

all the energy had been sapped from your body. you went limp below light before he even rolled off of you. he took a few breaths before pulling out. he then flopped onto his side, peeled the condom off, and discarded it into the trash by the bed. his other hand lazily rested on your back.

the two of you stayed like that for a while. after a little bit, you scooted closer and rested your head against his arm. he looked over at you dozing off, and beyond he saw ryuk still lingering in the corner.

the first time you met him you gave him the greatest head of his life in a cramped and sticky club bathroom. of course he’d do all he could to push your relationship further than just a one night stand, but this? this is getting to be a problem.

it’s gotten so bad that the man hides his morning wood from you, his dick is too tender from your actions the night prior. and it’s not like he can jerk off either, his rough and calloused hands feel like he’s stroking his sensitive dick with sandpaper.

in an attempt to send a sign your way he had told you about his whole ‘sandpaper’ situation. it went the exact opposite way he intended it to. you saw it as a good thing in your eyes, interpreting his predicament as your pussy getting him so utterly whipped that it’s the only way he can cum.

he’ll just have to communicate it in a way you’ll truly understand.

“wanna get fucked so bad? want this dick so bad? better take it cause you won’t be able to think about it—ngh—or anything else when i’m done with you.” he whispers the filthy string of words into your ear.

you can’t respond. not because you’re planted face down on a pillow—while that is a part of it, the main cause is that he’s fucking you dumb.

when toji says something he means it, it’s near impossible for your brain to form a thought like this. the force he’s using to pound his cock into you is like nothing you’ve ever felt before, yet you love every part of it.

even with the way your skin feels raw in the spot his heavy balls keep smacking against you—the numbness in your legs amplifies the state of pure ecstasy you’re in.

and the way every harsh thrust from him pushes your face deeper and deeper down into the mattress, and how the pillow beneath you is soaked with your tears.

a particularly harsh thrust knocks you out of your daze. you yelp as you feel the head of his cock hit your cervix, scrambling with wobbly legs to move further up the bed you cry out, “toji!”

the second you hear the laugh that comes from his chest you know he’s not about to take pity on you. “we’re not doin’ that.” chuckling, he removes the hand atop your head, using it instead to—SMACK!—it down onto your hip and yank you backward onto his dick, he knocks the air out of your lungs and you let out a sound that can only be described as a mix of a guttural moan and a loud gasp.

your legs begin to shake as he hastily continues to hammer his dick into your sopping cunt at the same brutal pace, not giving you any opportunity to recover from the pain of him bruising your cervix, “t-too—mmph—mmuuuch!” you’re left a babbling mess as a result.

“mm—mm.” he shakes his head, “if you’re taking it you’re—fuck—taking it all.” turning your head to the side you see through your teary a smirk creep up on his face, the scar on the side of his lip curling as he snakes a hand down your stomach, reaching down to pinch your clit.

the world around you goes dark as your eyes instantly shut tight with the overwhelming stimulation, the coil in your stomach snapping, “c-cumminggg!!” you wail, drool seeping through the corners of your mouth and onto the bedsheets as you feel your pussy gush around him.

he fucks you through your high and pulls his girthy dick out when your walls stop contracting around it, finally showing you the tiniest bit of sympathy.

after your breathing has settled into something semi-regular you attempt to pull the covers over yourself and pass out, but he tugs them out of your grip. “what’re you doing that for? didn’t say i was finished.”

a/n : i apologise if theres any mistakes i went out last night and i might still b buffering

i have to block like 5 uk numbers now idk how i ended up in a harem of tea and crumpets i dont live in england

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Bulking!Naoya who would tease you when he'd catch you staring at his biceps.

"Stop ogling me. Am i some sort of piece of meat for you to drool over? Tch. Pitiful." He'd scoff, rolling his eyes.

But that cocky bastard would lift up his arm to 'fix' his hair, making sure to flex the large muscle right in your face.

Bulking!Naoya who made good use of his bulky arms. You were trying to poke fun at him but Naoya knew a way to silence you.

Your laughter quieted down as a thickk strong bicep curled around the front of your throat, forcing you to step back against his chest. Mind you, his pecs were soft as pillows now. The back of your head hit the cushiony muscles and his arm wrapped around your fully.

"That shut you up real fast. "

You tried to look up at him, but all you could see was a grinning Naoya with a glint in his eyes, suddenly tightening the hold around your neck. The way you sputtered for air made him chuckle- warm, beefy muscle squished your cheeks up, the pressure was… actually really nice, it wasn't like he was trying to kill you or something, but the sensation of having your throat squeezed and head forced back was pleasurable.

"What's wrong? Can't talk anymore?"

He leaned down, lips almost against your ear. "Good."

Your hands came up to pull at his arm once you started to run out of oxygen. Or maybe it was because a tingling sensation was blooming right between your legs.

Bulking!Naoya who let go, but played it off as a joke. "Watch your tone next time, brat. Or I'll make sure you turn blue." He waved a hand around and pretended to straighten his lightly rumpled shirt… blaming you in his mind for even having to fix it.

Speaking about hands…

Bulking!Naoya who you asked to compare hands with.

"What? You hold my hand too much already, why do you want to compare them?" He sounded annoyed but his fingers flexed in anticipation.

His fingers looked thicker… his hand engulfed your now. Oh… Well.. you had noticed you were on the brink of cumming on his palm any time he fingered you recently. Might explain that too.

"I bet your hand is smaller than my face." You blurted out, snorting and quickly pulling your arm back.

"You think?"

Bulking!Naoya who was competitive no matter what it was. So in an instant a large shadow was cast over your face and fingers were digging into the fat of your cheeks, covering your forehead and a calloused palm was over your mouth.

He lightly shook your head around, a smirk tugging on Naoya's lips.

"You thought wrong."

He pulled his fingers away from the sides of your face, but grabbed your jaw instead, those sharp eyes watching your lips form a pretty pout.

A thumb swiped across your bottom lip, teasing you enough for you to start parting your lips- when you thought he was about to let you suck on it, he let go.

And then he'd let go and walk off like he hadn't just manhandled your mug.

Bulking!Naoya who you shamelessly groped, besides his ass because he seemed sensitive about that. Getting to grab all over, to feel up the abs and his sides and ugh you mushed your face between his pecs, trying to smother yourself.

Naoya just stood, looking uninterested as you had your fun.

Bulking!Naoya who's tits and arms weren't the only body parts that had gotten juicer.

His thighs and ass.

Listen, a fine piece of ass is a fine piece of ass.

Bulking!Naoya who was minding his business, reading something on his phone while standing in the middle of the kitchen, scratching his chest trough his t shirt. And you, who sneaked up behind him.

Bulking!Naoya who let out a whiny moan after you poked his left ass cheek.

The kitchen went silent. He froze up, not turning his head.

"…Naoya?"

"Not a word."

You could see a pink flush creeping up his neck and to his ears.

But he still had his back turned to you, assuming you'd leave him alone after the incident- but you just had to.

SMACK!

Your palm landed flat on the meaty thing, making sure to grab a handful trough his sweatpants and then attempting to run away.

It was worth getting your ass beat. (literally get bent over the nearest surface and Naoya doing what you did ten times as hard to your poor booty just to get back at you)

Bulking!Naoya who's cum was thicker now for some reason. Must be all the protein and sugar he's consuming. You noticed it after he had pulled out at the last moment during a mating press and splurted cum all over you, as if he was trying to paint you in it. It got all over you chest and tummy and even shot across your face.

Obviously he made you use your fingers and mouth to clean it all up. He wasn't going to touch his own release.

It was way hotter and thicker for sure, even tasted better.

You tried to convince Naoya to kiss you to taste himself but he turned his nose up, crossed his arms over his chest… only emphasizing his bulky build even more… and telling you he isn't some animal.

Sex? Oh sex was great.

Who knew him working out so much and gaining mass would raise his libido trough the roof.

Bulking!Naoya who would come back home after going for a run or lifting weights and wanted you to suck him off IMMEDIATELY.

"Knees, now. Hurry up."

Who were you to deny such a demand?

Bulking!Naoya who liked to bend you over and grab onto your hips and make sure you felt how easily he held you in place while pounding into you.

yes POUNDING.

His thrusts grew only heavier and meaner, using his strength to go for longer than ever before. You couldn't even moan probably because the air was being punched out of your throat, eyes rolling back and back bending from the sheer force.

You were surprised he hadn't flung you off of the bed by now.

Not to mention Naoya basically covered you entirely while leaning over you, and if he pulled you up by the hair, wrapping a rough hand around your throat and into the underside of your jaw, forcing you to sit up while he fucked up into you? It was useless to try and squirm away.

Bulking!Naoya who was just a big, cuddly teddy bear at the end of the day. You tried to snuggle with him, but you always ended up being engulfed entirely, trapped against his chest and surrounded by thick arms. He only let you go if you started to whimper about being too hot.

Or maybe he shoved a thick finger in your whiny mouth and slept peacefully.

Yoon's notes: so sorry my first thing back is NAOYA LOL but i saw this art and i just..i...i had to..

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It’d started on a Friday night; your boss had insisted on yet another drinking party, and you’d been strong-armed into joining a few awkward co-workers in pouring drinks and pretending that you cared so much more about what Abe from finance had to say about the state of the economy and how it related to lax dress codes at work. 

Particularly your dress code.

Ugh. 

You’re throwing the drunken man inside the taxi with more force than necessary—and handing over a large tip to the driver in front. 

You might hate the guy, but leaving him on the pavement like this might just get your pay docked…

As a few more of your co-workers pile into the taxi, they ask you whether you’re joining.

Your eyes flicker from the tangled body of Abe inside…to the clear night out…back to Abe inside. It’s with something akin to relief that you’re saying you’d rather walk—it wasn’t too far of a trek anyways. It’s just then that Abe babbles something about it being unsafe and he’d oh-so-gladly make some room for you…

You’re closing the taxi door and not caring whether you catch Abe’s toes.

It was during this night walk - which in and of itself was rather uneventful - that you passed by the Tokyo Hybrid Center. The hub for all things hybrid-related: from informational seminars, to campaigning, to employment opportunities, and even a shelter for hybrids that were on the run from illegal fighting rings, etc. 

And it was outside this massive building that you saw the sign.

Hot hybrids 5 minutes away want to meet you!

HYBRID COMPANIONSHIP PROGRAM:

Are you searching for a new roommate? Are you looking to broaden your friend group beyond simple human backgrounds? 

Join our Hybrid Companionship Program to get suited with hybrids that wish to make new human friends. Deepen relations between humans and hybrids!

Contact +69 XXX XXX XXXX for more information (or just walk in!)

You’d walked in.

It’d taken about a week to plough through the columns of forms and meetings with officials of the program. And after you finally managed to complete them, you waited…and waited…and waited…

Months later, you’d been entertaining the thought that perhaps they just found you unsuitable for every hybrid that walked through those doors. Which stung a little, you admit, for Abe had been particularly irritating at that stuffy office lately- and you’d been itching for a new friend. But you could get through, surely—

That’s when you got a call from the program, informing you that you’d been matched with a grey wolf hybrid. 

That’s how you became friends with Toji Fushiguro.

An unsure, bumbling friendship. 

One that meant - a few months later - you found yourself like this—

Nails attempting to claw into the mattress - it’s drawing a few jagged lines down the silken sheets that you swear you’d just washed—though that wasn’t anything Toji cared about. He couldn’t even think.

He couldn’t feel anything other than the soft, suctioning sensation of your pussy- the way it was dragging his inches back in even as he pulled out. The cutest squelches leave you every time he’s pushing in, in, in—

And Toji himself pulls his face out from the crook of your neck.

He’s leaving a garish bite mark behind- and the wolf hybrid laps at it a few times. Proud of his work. Why wouldn’t he be? He’s been wanting to do this since the moment he met you.

And then he’s catching sight of your lecherous reactions- the way you’re squirmin’ away from him and whimpering at the stinging feeling. Oh…how it makes him snicker. 

Before you can register it, his right hand reaches in front of you and tenderly intertwines his fingers with yours, “How cute…” How sweet. How loving. “But don’t you think you can run away from me, doll.” In a single split-second, Toji has both of your hands pulled behind your back- and your pretty face collapsing onto the pillows.

Spit smears out of your mouth and on the pillowcases, and you’re keening as he bends your hands behind your back. 

Holding onto them-

“I’d never—ngh, run away…” You scoff.

“Good.” He’s exposing your freshly-made bite mark to his hot pants. “Because m’not stopping anytime soon.”

Then in the next few strokes, Toji’s straightening himself up as he keeps drilling into you from behind - maintaining a strong hold on your wrists. Pulling them behind you. Leaving you completely at the mercy of his rugged, pummeling cock. Just pushing and pushing—

He glues his muscular thighs to the backs of yours- and keeps his inky-black happy trail scruffing at your ass cheeks. The way you were arched in this new position meant that he was hittin’ spots you didn’t even know existed. And most of all, his bulbous tip was shoved just a few inches deeper to make a firm indent at your cervix.

You’re whining as you feel the intrusion. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck—yes. More. I can take it.”

“More?” He asks questioningly.

Nodding and nodding.

“Careful what you wish for, honey.”

Though, despite Toji’s warning tone, his fluffy tail swishes behind him in delight. How he loved losing his senses in your pussy.

Your warm, welcoming pussy.

You’re squeezing his thick cock in surprise once you feel something settle atop your head- and it takes you longer than it should to realize that Toji Fushiguro had just reached his right leg in front of him and stepped down on your crown.

Your jaw drops at the utter audacity.

“H-holy shit…”

And then he’s increasing his pace, he’s exercising his immense strength even further. 

He’s fucking you like he was furious with you - like he was making up for however many months he couldn’t get his hands on his precious mate. Something deeeeep, and carnal, inside him yips with glee at the fact that he had you like this—choking on his cock and begging for more. More and more. 

Toji’s rational brain was overcome with…something he doesn’t think he’s ever felt before.

Some strange part of him that needed to stuff himself so deep inside you that you remember him even once he’s pulled out. Some strange part of him that wanted his essence to be so combined with yours that everyone else that encounters you knows you’re his mate- and vice versa. He wanted you badly—always has. And even the slightest bounces of yours hips - whenever you were fucking back into him - made a part of him crack- he couldn’t stand to break contact with you for a single fucking second. 

Toji tugs you by the arms - so far back that your ass cheeks were glued to his toned pelvis. And you have nowhere to run but the stirring motions of his cock.

In the hazy noise of your bodies meeting, the bed frame begins to crack!

“What’s the matter?” He croons. And after a few more vicious strokes render you near-speechless, he chuckles to himself. “Dick got your tongue?”

“You’re s-sooo—” But it was so hard to speak with the way his flared tip swabbed into your sweetest spots. He pinpointed even the ones your gooey channel kept hidden, and then ran the veiny underside of his length down those glossed walls- probing against your g-spot with such raw fervour. “Ngh.”

You were being pushed back n’ forth.

Manhandled back n’ forth.

And he doesn’t want you moving away from him for a single second.

The sheer force of his hips was enough that your sweaty scalp nearly bangs! against the wooden headboard. Toji notices the near-contact, and he’s lugging back both your bodies without a single word. “Hey hey- c’mere—where’d you think you’re going, huh?” 

“S’not my fault…” Big tears run down your cheeks.

“Yeah yeah- now shush n’ take it”

Sweaty and tangled up as one.

And if that wasn’t enough- Toji runs his thickened cock out of your cunt. Slapping it against your puffy pussylips and probin’ at your clit for a few thrusts- before pushing his solid inches back in and pumping away until you were utterly stupid. Utterly babbling. 

His ballsack ends up plastered against your folds and plap-plap-plapping. 

You’re feeling the exact moment that they’re then clenching- an explosion of creamy white cum that drips into your glossy channel.

Wad after wad.

Ribbon after ribbon.

Your walls expand with the addition. “Oh p-pleeeease- fuck! So much…” Your mouth waters, “How can you even…so much.” 

Webbing up your poor insides, drenching them pure white. His bawlin’ divot was also just the perfect shape to probe those droplets of cum into your tender orifices, smearing them with his length thereafter. Again and again. Toji needs merely a few thrusts of him fuckin’ his warm seed into you - before you’re hurtling into your own orgasm, too. And it’s so strong that it makes lights flash behind your eyes—

Through the white-hot pleasure, you feel a set of canines sink into your neck. Again.

This time, on the other side.

“Heh…now they’re gonna know for sure.”

.

.

.

It was inevitable that you’d be the talk of the office.

The moment you stepped through those swivelling doors: all eyes were on you. 

From the bored receptionist that looked away from his computer, to the wizened doorman whose brows raised, to that damn Abe who’d been drinking at the water fountain at that precise moment you walked into the lobby. The interns openly gaped, of course. 

But it was nothing against the way that Abe physically spat out the water he’d been holding in his mouth- right onto some unfortunate intern who looked as though he was very serious about quitting this job. 

With a few hasty apologies, the bane of your office life was walking towards you.

Then perhaps he’d noticed just how large the canines that’d made that mating mark seemed to be. Perhaps he’d seen all those accompanying nips and nail marks wherever your skin was visible. Or perhaps he was seeing Toji—standing right behind you and glowering at the man.

You looked as though you’d been thrown to the wolves, and you’d brought one right to work.

“Toji, I told you—” You coo at him. “You don’t need to accompany me all the way here.”

“Oh, I think I do.” He murmurs.

In front of him, Abe starts backing up.

Looking straight at him, he says. “Have a great day at work…”

Grinning a grin that showcases every dangerous tooth.

“-my mate.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - White-collar man!

Hybrid type: Canis lupus familiaris

“F-forgive me if I’m a little…unsure about this, my love.” You’ve never heard your perfect husband tremble in such a tone—something unsure, something so unlike the eloquent nature you’ve grown so used to. 

He was stuttering. 

Why? Perhaps because of the way you were sneakin’ your luscious cunt down his length. Perhaps because of the way you’re feeling his prominent vein sneak down your walls- squeezing him where he was girthiest. Or perhaps because of the collar you’d put ‘round him.

It was a throw-away comment, really.

You’d been seated beside your husband late at night; talking into the early hours of the morning—everything from your favorite dates to the best restaurants in Tokyo to…kinks that the two of you have never tried before. And your husband being a dog hybrid - a German Shepherd type, to be specific - you admit that you may have thought of something…to do…with making your husband don a collar.

And Nanami Kento being the perfect gentleman, was always happy to entertain your wildest ideas. At least once.

Though by the way he was affected by the thick faux-leather around his neck- you’re guessing that this might not be the last time…

“What’s the matter?” You watch as he brings up one finger and tugs on the tightened restraint. Underneath, Nanami’s Adam’s apple bobs—“Too tight for you, Kento?”

“Not at all.” He fervently shakes his head. “It’s just…”

“Just what, baby?” Giving him yet another stir of your hips. Pap-papping! down his swollen inches.

In response, the large hybrid bucks his pelvis up into yours- letting the skin of his thighs stick against your own, letting the bulbous edge of his cock veer in even deeper. So much of his length; it felt never-ending.

Nanami has to use up every single shred of will within him to keep his head from tipping backwards, “It’s just that- hck! that it feels so good that…” Jaw clenching at the way your walls kept clenching harder n’ harder around his length—he wanted to whine. But with that damn collar on him, his airway kept getting restricted. “-that i-it almost feels unfair.”

Alternating between a sensual, soft slide down his cock- and then speeding up when it felt like he was getting too clear-headed.

“What do you mean, Kento?” Genuine confusion.

“It just means that I’m over here feeling all good because of this collar and your- ngh—” Gesturing vaguely at your cunt - though that didn’t seem to be enough, and the blond man can’t stop himself from pushing aside your legs to let his hand between them. Running his thumb eagerly over your clit - thorough, steady strokes—just the way you liked it. “-your pussy. But am I making you feel good enough, my love?”

Your brows furrow, “Of course you are, Kento-”

“No, but…good enough.” He insists. And then his handsome face draws nearer, and Nanami’s lips are catching onto yours. “M’the type of man that needs my wife to feel better than me, darlin’.”

“Kento—o-oh.” Entire body wracking with carnal shivers at the feeling of his thumb pressin’ down even harder. Like some cute heart-shaped button, he’s pouring out all his love with stroke after stroke after stroke. 

And he continues, “I need you to feel so good that you almost can’t take it.” He growls- and for a split-second you’re seeing a flash of those intimidating canines that made you weak in the knees. Nanami’s ears perk up in alertness as his hips start rammin’ equally as fast to meet your pace, “I need you to feel dizzy with pleasure- hear me?”

“Fuck-” 

“I need you to feel better than me.”

“Oh…” Head lolling behind- you’re not getting too far before he’s craning his neck and catching your mouth in a sloppy kiss.

Golden brows furrowing, “Mmm—hear me? I need you to be aching, I need you to be fucked stupid- I need you to be mindless with pleasure…” And then his fingers are briefly letting go of your sensitive nub to pinch. “Because that’s what good husbands do.”

Stimulating your unsuspecting clit.

Running his crowned tip into every spot he knew you liked.

Nanami had his body practically plastered to yours as if he lived for this - he wanted to fuck you numb with pleasure, and it didn’t matter if he had to run his vein-covered shaft fucking raw on your walls to do it. Desperate. Dominant. Purely for your service. It didn’t matter if his collar was getting tighter between all the pants—if he couldn’t breathe. It didn’t matter if his limbs were getting tired. It didn’t matter if his hybrid tail was wagging his emotions all on display. 

It takes a few more vulgar, sloppy strokes of him pushin’ away his translucent precum into your deepest depths before Nanami speaks again. This time, he jerks his head ever-so-slightly up into the air and sniffs. “And this good husband can also smell that you’re close.”

You’re breathless, “Close?” It wasn’t that you didn’t trust his honed hybrid senses but-

Fuck.

And then it’s hitting you.

“Sh-shiiiiit—” Without you even realizing it - it’d been building up without you even noticing - you’re wracking your way into your orgasm.

Like shards of glass scattering; bolts of pleasure build up at your pussy n’ then course through your veins. Sending deep pangs of euphoria up to your brain- your mind’s just a little fried when you’re elongating your high with primal bucks and bounces down Nanami’s ruthless cock. Up and up. Down until the scruff of his tawny-brown happy trail scratches against your outer folds.

Your head finally lunges back, your body’s arching into him.

And the only thing you can think to do is reach out and hold onto Nanami’s collar—

It’s like your lifeline. And your husband’s brows slightly raise as you clasp onto it, cutting off his breathing ever-so-slightly at the crescendo of your orgasm: you were choking him and he was liking it far more than he expected.

It’s all Nanami can do to gnaw down on the flap of his lower lip and continue, “This…fuck.”

“This is my pleasure, Kento.” Babbling out - you don’t know whether to blame the fogginess that your high brought upon you or not. “I really like it when you- hah, do your best to make me feel good. I really like that you—”

Pressing your lips to his.

“-make me feel so- fuck, loved.” 

You can feel Nanami smiling into the kiss. His throat tremors with the signal that he was about to say something more- but you’re quickly cutting him off with a tug at his collar.

Finishing off, “And I really fucking love when you wear this collar f’me.”

Between your pussylips, his bulging cock twitches in arousal.

The most wicked grin spreads across Nanami’s handsome features, and he’s bringing his hand up to the collar- for a second there, you think he’s about to remove it. And you’re getting ready for the sensual entrapment to fall off—but instead, he takes his index and taps on the little loop that the collar had.

One for the leash.

“Then why don’t we take it a step further, darling?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Here, pussy pussy…

Hybrid type: Felis catus

Everyone knew that Geto Suguru was a cat hybrid. 

One of those Abyssinian breeds that were rare and revered: he often prowled down the hallways of his temple, as silent as death itself, his tall figure casting shadows in every corner. Two upturned ears and a tail behind his chiseled frame. Because as beautiful as Geto Suguru was—he was just as dangerous. 

And perhaps you knew better than anyone.

After all, as his right-hand member of the Association, you followed Geto wherever he went. To every dojo he visited to make sure that the other Association members were in top form for a battle; of course, it’d end up with him defeating them all and piling on the fatigued bodies as a lesson. To every home he had to visit, a mere smile of his being enough to intimidate even the most rebellious of ex-members (there were rarely any left breathing) into staying quiet. Perhaps even joining their circle once more. 

To every meeting he ordered, seating before rows upon rows of men and women and everyone in-between—bowed at the waist reverently between who they saw as a deity himself. 

Because in many ways, he was.

And here you were as a mere human before him: on your knees, mouth gaped as he trickled out more ropey splashes of cum.

Such sheer volumes of it flooding the cavern of your mouth, ending up dribbling down the sides of your lips in satiny ribbons. After he finishes tuggin’ his swollen cock a few more times to milk out his final beads of cum, Geto taps his blushing tip straight on your lips, your tongue, your cheek - just to watch your expression threaten to contort in surprise. 

And then he’s setting his length free and bringing down a hand to cup your chin.

The roughened fatness of his thumb wipin’ away a glittering bead of syrup. “There, there…” Geto hums, “Think that pussy’s sorry enough now, gorgeous?”

You attempt to speak, but your mouth’s too full. “Mmm—mmpf.”

“That’s what I thought.” He snickers meanly to himself. And before you know it, that thumb of his that’d been nicely roverin’ down the edges of your stained lips starts pushing inwards- starts pushing his digit deep inside your sloppy mouth and reaching for the very back of your throat. It makes some predatory part of him sing with glee to watch your eyes tear up, and your nose crinkle at the intrusion. “But I don’t know…I still don’t think she’s sorry enough.”

Your eyes shoot open, lashes heavy with tears.

Still not sorry enough?

Still not sorry enough?

Where did this even begin—all because you’d had the audacity to fake it. 

It’d been another night cooped up in Geto Suguru’s grand quarters, which had quickly become your favorite area of his hideout, and he’d been fucking you long and hard aaaaaall night. He’d been keeping his ravenous tip lodged nearly where your throat was, and driven you crazily over the edge more times than you could count.

And as a result of that, maybe you’d gotten a little…sloppy.

Before you knew it, Geto was tappin’ away at your clit with his thumb- intending to send you both hurtling into your highs. But being so overstimulated, you couldn’t help but put on a little show faking it- hell, you weren’t even sure whether you could catch on at this point.

Yet you should’ve known that the incredible senses of a cat hybrid would always know.

Always.

And so here you were: with your mouth stuffed till the brim, time and time again, in punishment for attempting to con the leader. Whilst your cunt throbbed away animalistically between your legs-

“I can smell that ungrateful pussy of yours growing wetter.” The hybrid’s keen nose twitches- sweeter. The room seemed to get so much sweeter - like a candy factory - whenever you grew more aroused.

“I- hck! can’t help it…” With monumental effort, you’re speaking through the fingers he had probing between your kiss-swollen lips. 

“Yes, you can.” He spits. “Does that ungrateful pussy think she deserves my cock?”

You can’t stop yourself—you’re nodding and nodding. Resting on the heels of your feet and grindin’ back against those mounds - it’s the only sort of friction you’re able to get right now. And by the way that Geto’s dexterous tail was swishing from side-to-side, then it seems that he didn’t quite appreciate that, either…

And so with such a mean snarl upon his handsome face- he pulls out the thumb that’d been massaging your tongue. Getting sucked. And without a single warning, Geto grabs the back of your scalp and rams your mouth down his cock- all the way till the base. Until the tufts of his jet-black hair was scraping your nose, and you’re moaning needily around him. You needed him so badly.

“Tch- seems she really does want my cock.” With raised brows, Geto looks down at where you were pushing n’ pressing yourself against your feet. How it covered every single spot your pussy touched with a glistenin’ layer of slick. “Fine…”

Your eyes shoot open. Looking up at him pleadingly—

“Fine, that silly pussy can have my cock…” Geto’s grip on you grows even tighter - searing. “She can have my loooong, thick cock.” He leans down to whisper in your ear, “But she better know that I am very angry at her.”

And then you’re being pulled off his hard erection with a pwah! 

Soon enough, you’re finding yourself laid flatly against the leader’s futon. 

His powerful hips pinning yours down, his long hair loosening around the two of you like a curtain- his muscular tail keeping one of your legs pinned to the side as he presses your thighs open n’ shovels you with his ravenous inches. 

From the glistening crown of his shaft—down, down, down until those familiar curls surrounding his hilt.

Geto fucks you like he’s furious at you-

Like he’s aiming to leave a few purple bruises on that cervix of yours, like he’s stretching out your walls so they remember his exact size. He wants you to feel him between your legs even after he’s pulled out - maybe that’d be enough of a reminder to keep your damn pussy in line. And even as he thinks about it, the cat hybrid’s hastening his hips.

Piston after piston after piston.

His fingers dart upwards to grab at your clit- and you’re genuinely sobbing as he squeezes it. Somewhere in the muddled rationale of your brain, you’re sure that he’s fucking you just to make you cry. 

With his other hand, Geto brings that spit-coated thumb up to his mouth n’ licks it clean. Then his lip curls, “Disgusting. This fuckin’ pussy doesn’t even deserve what m’giving her.” Pinching your throbbing nub once more, “Does she?”

“I-I—” You bawl. “I don’t-”

“What’s that?” Another pinch. “Say it louder so that she’s hearing too-”

“I don’t!”

“Damn right.” Geto twitches his nose once your cunt simply grows even wetter, “Hear that?”

Whatever noises he’s wrenching from between your legs as he fucks you- it seems to be enough of a answer to him. And then he’s hitting your sodden womb with a smack!

“Shouldn’t even be fucking her- tch, not after she went against her leader.” Geto muses to himself, “She should be thanking the- hah, universe that I’m just in rut.”

Cold water pours down your body - or perhaps that was just Geto’s sticky precum dribbling out in puddles. “You’re in rut?” You gasp.

“Problem—?”

“N-not at all.” In fact, you’re spreading your thighs apart and bucking into his battering thrusts. Even more. Such greed; despite how well Geto was fucking you…you’re still yearning for more of him. Lashes fluttering with tears, you don’t think you’ve ever been more honest in your entire life as you plead—“I want you to f-fuck me until you’re shooting blanks—” Reaching around his toned waist and tuggin’ on his tail. “-Suguru.”

His breath hitches.

And then he purrs. 

“Fine, you’re forgiven…” Before elation can hit you, he twists his fingers on your sodden clit. Hard.

“O-oh-”

“-if you squirt f’me.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - RUT RUT RUT.

Hybrid type: Canis lupus familiaris

He couldn’t help himself.

He honestly couldn’t.

Choso Kamo has no idea what’s gotten into him.

One morning, he’s waking up with the most painful boner of his entire life—and it seems that you’d gone out to the store bright n’ early. So that’s no big deal. Shit happens. He could handle it all by himself: he’d flounced out of bed and headed straight into the bathroom for a cold shower - having his own hand wrapped around his cock wouldn’t feel nearly as good as having yours.

And so that problem had been taken care of.

Or so Choso had thought.

The next little (not-so-little) issue had popped up almost immediately after he’d exited the shower. 

All freshened-up, Choso was drying his shoulder-length hair with a towel as he walked into the bedroom. And then he’d seen it.

Then he’d mindlessly cast his gaze around the room and ended up dropping it onto…the bucket of laundry that he was meant to fold today. And other than the nagging guilt of putting it off, he’d been fixated on one thing: the lacy black panties that you’d left on top of the pile.

Without thinking twice, Choso’s hybrid tail was wagging. Without thinking even once, Choso’s hand had cast out and grabbed it.

And brought it to his face to sniff—

Then lo and behold, he was sporting an utterly painful boner that made the hybrid rush straight back into the bathroom. Except…this time, it was one that couldn’t be willed away no matter how many cold buckets of water he poured over his head, no matter how many times he thought about unsexy practices like taxes or…basically anything that wasn’t related to you, or anything you wore, or anything you said. 

He’d been forced to wrap a guilty hand around his cock and jerk himself to ecstasy before he could leave the bathroom again.

This time, as long as he avoided looking at your panties on the laundry pile, he was able to leave the room without popping a boner. 

Kidding.

Choso Kamo made two steps before he was feeling something akin to withdrawals—and soon enough, he was finding himself elbow-deep in the laundry bucket, shuffling around to hunt each and every pair of panties he could find. And then—and then he was speed-walking to the laundry room itself, grabbing every single scrap of overpriced lace he could find: washed and unwashed.

Dropping it all down on the bed before tearing his shorts down and pulling his cock raw. Tail wagging. Palm red. Mouth gaping open.

What was happening to him?

What was happening to his body?

Why was he feeling so…

But no matter how many times he was cummin’ all over your scattered panties on the bed - it still wasn’t enough for him.

And that’s the state you found your poor, poor boyfriend in when you came home.

.

.

.

Squelch!

“J-just a little more…” Choso’s voice comes out botched. Hot breaths sticking to the column of your neck, making the skin ‘round that area feel sticky.

Everything about this was such a mess.

Such a mess.

The bedsheets sticking to your back. The cum flowing between your quivering legs. Even Choso’s movements- the smallest, sloppiest semi-thrusts that were all he could manage. Anything more and he was on the verge of cumming blanks—so now he merely had his ruby-red tip stuffed between your pussylips n’ delicately shifting your sweet spots aside. 

Large tears start up at his waterline and end up flowing down his cheeks. “Just a little more and I think m’gonna stop, baby.”

“No need to rush, Cho.” You coo reassuringly from beneath him. Reaching one hand up, you wipe away some of Choso’s tears. “Take as long as you need.”

His hybrid tail wags behind him as he takes in your words. You always did treat him so tenderly.

“Yes, but I p-promise…” He whimpers. Such a sweet, sweet noise hatching at the back of his throat as he bucks his hips backwards- n’ draws a gluey vertical line down the expanse of your cervix. “Just one more and m’gonna- hck! stop.”

“Of course.” Pushing back on the dark brown bangs that stuck to his forehead, “But remember that you’re in rut, baby. I don’t know if it’ll- haaah, end so easily.”

“But I’ve gotta.”

Voice cracking.

Desperate—just so desperate.

His hips are stuttering forwards at an incredible pace, lashing out into every hidden ridge n’ crevice deep inside you. Even more powerful because of his hybrid status. The toned edges of his pelvis are practically gluing to you—feeling sleek all over with a layer of sheen that escapes from the top of his ruddied tip. Even though Choso wasn’t exactly cumming at the moment, he was bawling out such volumes of precum that made it feel as though he was. And he thumbs it inside you with a whimper.

“I n-need to. This has to be the last one.” Almost breathing. Almost speaking to himself rather than you. He continues between punctured thrusts, “You wanna know why? Otherwise m’just gonna keep cumming, baby…”

Your eyes widen. “What do you mean, Choso?”

Hiccups crackle at the back of his throat. His ears start to droop.

And with a trembling expression, Choso thumbs in the last of his translucent sap. Then he’s holding onto the base of his cock and funneling you with it- you think he might be holdin’ onto himself to better guide his probing tip into your sweet spots…but no. 

No, you’re quickly coming to realize that Choso was grasping onto himself solely because he needed to stop himself from cumming so much. Needed to. 

There’s a twitch between his eyebrows, and he bites down on his lower lip as he waves off yet another high. “I-I just can’t seem to stop.” And it wasn’t just that pussydrunken tone of his - Choso sounded absolutely gone, ruined, wrecked by this point. “I don’t know what’s gotten over me—but I just wanna fuck you all full until I physically can’t cum anymore…”

“Oh—” Your moans are long and hollowed.

“I just wanna start shooting blanks- maybe that’d get me to stop fucking you finally.” Between the slurps and squelches of your cunt gulping him up, he manages to echo his words. “It’s just so addictive, baby…” Pulling out the raw, sap-glossed edge of his shaft- he draws a few hearts on top of your pussy before funneling back in. “I just wanna fuck you like a damn dog-”

“Oh!” Because at that very moment, Choso leans forwards and bites a good marking at the crook of your neck. “Easy there, boy.”

Hips only speeding up. Hips only milking himself even more…“I just wanna watch my girl’s pussy get covered in my cum. Flood with it.” He sniffles, “I just wanna ngh- fuck you and fuck you—” Attacking your mouth with a sloppy, passionate kiss. “-again and again and again- I can’t fucking stop myself.”

And Choso had long since been pussydrunken- his rut just made him extra-sensitive to those lecherous sensations. 

But now you were almost as cockdrunk.

Jaw dropping. Heels hooking around his waist. Pupils shaping into hearts—Choso takes one single look at that expression, and his entire body’s wracking in visceral shivers. 

That animalistic side to him taking over as he fucks you long and hard- “Baby, I think m’gonna cum again soon…” He whispers in your ear. “And after I cum again- ngh, m’gonna need you to put me back in my senses before I go another round. And then another—and another. Because soon enough m’gonna be fucking you for daaaaaays.”

“I don’t mind.” You mutter, more to yourself.

“What was that?” He asks.

And you’re shaking your head: you knew that Choso thought you couldn’t take it with your human stamina. He wanted to go for days. You wanted to go for days…“Nothing at all.” Hooking your arms around his neck, “Cum inside me, baby.”

It takes only a few more vulgar strokes before he’s finishing off—so overstimulated by this point that it’s just a few pearly-white beads of sap. Just a few trickles of hot cum. Before nothing more can escape out of him- and Choso’s merely bucking into you for pleasure, riding out the dry waves of his orgasm. Cumming dry. 

Peak after peak.

Rollin’ his dried-up cock into your gooey depths.

He shakes as his bliss overcomes him. The prettiest tears dripping down his cheeks and hanging off of his pointed chin. 

Soon enough, he’s fucked himself limp on your perfect pussy.

And all it takes is a mere nudge to flip your positions; with Choso seats back against the pillows, and you straddling his reddened hips. Bouncin’ your cunt down his thick cock.

His eyes damn-near bulge out of his skull. Though you can see his long tail wagging happily- “But baby, can you—”

“I can take it.” You smirk. “So be a good puppyboy f’me and beg.”

“W-woof…”

A rut could last a week.

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Easy, Tiger…

Hybrid type: Panthera tigris

Now, it was no secret that your boyfriend is a tiger hybrid. 

Endangered. Enormous. The rarest amongst even the rare hybrids; his striped tail and broad figure drew stares wherever the two of you went. Often, onlookers were torn between admiration and intimidation as they gazed upon the great hybrid- the great hybrid that caught their stares, crumpled them up, and flung them right back at them at 308 mph with a single glare…

Needless to say, Ryomen Sukuna’s temper was one befitting of a tiger hybrid.

And most people knew not to mess with your boyfriend. Most people knew not to so much as nudge his patience. 

Except for you, that is.

“Meow for me, Kuna.” You didn’t care if you got on his nerves.

“Fuck off.”

“Pleeeeease—?”

“What sort of fuckin’ tiger hybrid meows?”

You’re seated on Sukuna’s lap while he tries to work on some ol’ project; knees straddling his waist, back facing his laptop, and your fingers dug into his coral-pink hair. It was just so soft and bouncy underneath your touch, and soon enough your hands found themselves edging into the sinuous area of his ears.

Tiger ears.

“H-hah…” He shivers. “Watch your hands, woman.” Comes Sukuna’s low snarl. His breath tickles the column of your neck, and in your peripheral vision you see his long canines point. “Y’know damn well that I’m sensitive there.”

“Oh, are you?” With a dramatic gasp, you’re turning to face him. And laughter bubbles to your throat as you notice the irritated tick in his jaw already. “Sensitive? And here I thought you were some big, bad tiger hybrid.”

Sukuna looks at you incredulously, “Damn right I am.”

“Oh yeah?” And then your fingers are gliding up the mountains of his ears. Right from the base, and then up to the very tip-

“H-hey—fuck.” A carnal shiver wracks through him, and Sukuna’s striped tail sways from side-to-side behind him. “That doesn’t prove anything?”

And then right back down again—and then…fuck, and then you’re finding that good spot behind his ears that makes him shutter his eyes and lean into your touch. Like some damn housecat, Sukuna’s letting out a slow, satisfied purr as your fingers continue their fatal ministrations. He’d slap himself if it didn’t feel so good.

Through the slight gaps in his vision, he spots a victorious grin spread across your pretty lips. “Meow f’me, Kuna.”

Leaning deeper into your touch. His lips purse, “M-me…” And then Sukuna’s eyes shoot open as he realizes just what he was about to do.

Just what you were close to making him do.

A fucking tiger hybrid and he’s meowing for you?!

Now that can’t be.

Before you know it, one of Sukuna’s large, bulky hands reaches up and smushes your cheeks together- how cute. Those honed nails of his prickle over your skin - just light enough to send goosebumps scattering - and then he’s running it down to grab you by your throat. 

“You exceed your limits, brat.”

You smirk n’ lean down to kiss him on the nose. “Easy, tiger.”

And the thing is…Sukuna’s heart jumps to his throat - and his cock - the moment he reads that expression on your face. The type of smugness that told him- you wanted to be fucked back into your place.

He huffs. Silly little human—

Just a few minutes later, the massive hybrid has you stood and shoved against the edge of his work desk. Polished oak pushing against your body, Sukuna’s front pressing into you from behind; even the slightest squirms mean you can feel his erect cock. Those important documents his assistant, Uraume, told him were confidential go flying everywhere the minute he’s clawin’ aside your sodden panties- ripping them.

Giving his rock-hard erection a good squeeze before shoving down his grey sweatpants and shovelling himself raw.

Not the barest bit of stretchin’ out your elastic hole. Before you feel himself fitting in until the very hilt-

“Oh-ohhhh—” Your hands are shooting out in front of you, dragging faint nail marks into the wood. Mouth dropping agonizingly as the delicious curve of his length starts smearing down your goopy walls.

Just a single semi-thrust. Just a lurch of his globular tip- swipin’ down every sweet cranny and orifice without even trying. Your back arches into him, “Kuna, that feels so- mmpf!”

Before you know it, one of his large hands comes up to cover your mouth. “Shut it, girlie. M’trying to make you meow for me.”

Lashes fluttering, “M-me?”

Yet another rugged slam! The luscious tip of his shaft opens up every crevice and seeps hot precum into your every pore. Sukuna always managed to fuck you so agonizingly well—and even now, he was rendering your body weak and tremblin’ with just a few hits to the back of your pussy. Back and forth. Back and forth.

One of his roughened hands glides down your back until it rests on the base of your spine. Arching you even more. 

The sensual end of his shaft curved up juuuuuust a little upwards and dragged his drivelling tip down the roof of your cunt. And you can’t help but moan out-

“Now now.” A slam of his left hand down on your stuffed pussy. Sukuna cranes his head to the side and watches those bloated lips of yours quiver- adorable. “What did I say about you stayin’ quiet?”

“I-I didn’t realize you were seriou- mmm.” He’s pressing his right palm further against your face. 

He whispers, “Or m’slapping this ungrateful cunt once for every word.”

Pushing against you. Pinning you beneath him. Keeping your restless hips in place - no matter how much you’re bucking and begging for more, Sukuna’s the one in control of how his solid, veiny inches were dragging in and out of your pussy. Again and again. 

And as he’s pummeling into you as if he was furious—Sukuna spits out mercilessly, “Don’t tell me I’ve gotta fuck you stupid to make you shut up?” His tone was low and dangerous- one of his knees shoves between your legs n’ spreads them even wider for easier access. “Are you this pussy?” When you don’t answer, he’s letting his hips run even deeper and massage your ass cheeks with his scruff of pink happy trail. “Huh?”

Confusion and lust befogging your brain- “N-no…?”

He’s puncturing each syllable with thrusts- honing in deep at the back of your gooey pussy. You’re openin’ up so readily for him. “Are you the one I want meowing?”

Ribbons of spit fall from your lips and soil his palm. “No.”

“And so are you supposed to speak?” 

“No-”

“Then why the fuck are you speaking now?” 

Even now. 

That little—

Your jaw drops as you realize that you’d just been baited into wasting your breath, your words- and your head swivels ‘round to look at him.

And oh, what a sight…

You’re only met with Sukuna’s cocky smile and your stinging pussy being punished with three more consecutive slap-slap-slaps that send shockwaves of pain and pleasure through your veins. The entire expanse of your body seems to be set alight. The tips of your toes are curling inwards-

And as if your body couldn’t have been any more unstable; Sukuna’s powerful tail hooks around your right calf and maneuvers it as if you were nothing but a pretty lil’ doll beneath him. Just the cutest little mewls dripping out of you once his hybrid appendage drags your leg up onto the table and keeps it there—so pliable for him. This sudden change in angle makes his thick, vein-covered cock rover even deeper.

With the burgeoning end of his tip, he’s pinpointing every single nook and bundle of nerves.

“I don’t wanna hear another peep out of you, m’here to listen to this pretty pussy. And I don’t care if I have to fuck you stupid to listen to this kitty…” Sukuna warns. And as your chest heaves, he’s removing his hand from your mouth- you can moan n’ mewl as much as you wanted.

But rest assured that he’s still keeping his claws ‘round your throat and making you whimper as those pointed tips graze your tender skin. Marking you. “I…mmm.” 

It’s almost too much for him to handle: watching you chew on the inside of your cheek as you held your words back.

And with a gleeful smile, the tiger hybrid leans back n’ coos at your pussy - folds glistening with the excess of his precum clinging onto you, the outer edges of your cunt bloated from how many times he’s slamming and slamming against them. Until the area of his pelvis burns red. “Heeeeere kitty kitty~” You’ve never heard him speak to you like that…“This girl here’s jealous because m’giving you special treatment. Why don’tcha show her who owns this cock?”

“Kun- oh.” Pressing your lips together as the fire starts sizzling at the pit of your stomach.

“Because you do own this cock- me, don’t you?” Giving you yet another spank! “I’d meow for you.”

“Pussydrunk…” You mutter- only to be hit with another barrage of slap-slaps that were just pushing you closer towards the edge. 

“Why dont’cha make a scene? Make some noise f’me?” And then his left hand dips between your legs and ends up grazing between your pussylips. Finding that button of your clit. “Why don’tcha meow—?”

And all it takes is one squeeze- one.

Before light explodes behind your closed eyelids - when did you even shut them - and you’re suddenly being propelled into your high. Your orgasm thunders between your legs n’ shoots hot dopamine through every vein, vessel, and atom.

It takes over your body in a wave- harsh and fast. 

And as the torrents of it take over you, Sukuna’s keeping a firm hand latched onto your pussy and rolling over your throbbing clit. Meanwhile his cock accelerates in and out to bash you through every incredible peak. 

“Yeah- yeah.” Sukuna hisses into your ear, breath scorching enough that it causes your surrounding skin to perspire. The space between you two was non-existent and sizzling. “Yeahhhh, feels pretty good, huh?” 

His tiger tail pushes down on your restless leg- keeping you hiked up. And Sukuna’s ruthless hits only get more and more accurate by the second: your g-spot was likely reddened n’ stinging from the inside. 

“Feels nice to meow? S’this what you wanted so bad—” Those sweet, sweet noises of you getting even wetter as he fucked you through your orgasm…like music to his ears. “And awwww, look at that- heh…” Sukuna’s thumb taps down on your pulsating clit, “She’s even purring f’me.”

The two most prominent veins down his shaft make you mewl as he’s bouncing off every good spot. And you claw down his table as you keen—“Y-you’re going to- oh. M’gonna get you back for this, gonna milk you dry just wait and watch.”

Without a second of hesitation, you reach up and graze your fingertips across his twitching ears. 

And at that very moment, you feel his bulging cock swell even impossibly bigger inside of you.

He purrs, hybrid tail pulling you both closer together. “Easy, tiger.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - LET THE DOGS OUT!

Hybrid type: Canis lupus familiaris

“You’re wrong.”

“I’m right.”

“You’re wrong-”

“I’m wrong.”

“You’re right-” Ino blinks. “No, wait—”

But you’re jumping on it just as quickly. “Awww, thank you for telling me what I already know, Taku.” You’re running your hands through his tawny golden hair, scratching behind the hybrid’s golden retriever ears- dammit, you knew he was weak for this. How evil….

And he can only manage out a half-hearted growl.

To which you’re raising your brows, and it’s enough to make Ino nuzzle the crook of your neck. Hiding the pretty pout that was surely taking over his lips by now.

“Down, boy.” You smirk, “So you agree with me that cat hybrids are better, huh?”

“No!” 

Before you can get out anything more, he’s clawin’ onto your oversized t-shirts. Pawing you. Placating those traitorous words of yours by pressing his heated body even closer.

Ino mutters, “And I can prove it, too.” So determined. 

If there was anything that Ino hated more than those damn cat hybrids with their feline sneakiness and obsessive preening; then it was your admiration for it. Your attention. And though he knew that part of you was teasing - quite successfully, at that - you didn’t expect a golden retriever hybrid to act normal about it, did you?

Chuckling, “And how’s that?”

Oh, you knew you were in for it.

Because no matter how cute cat hybrids could be, nothing could ever compare to how possessive puppyboys were.

.

.

.

“See? See—?” Ino’s tone was utterly botched; husky and cracking embarrassingly towards the very end. Unstable. There was a carnal nature to it that just made the hairs on your body raise- and no matter how desperately you’ve heard him speak before, nothing could compare to this.

As he’s holding- practically gluing your hips down onto his.

Skin against skin. Hot sweat gliding between the two of you.

Letting the blushing, bulging tip of his cock swab inside his eighth orgasm of the night. The miry ribbons of his sap layerin’ around his inches and getting pushed in even deeper—or at least attempting to.

Ino had cum so many times tonight that he was having a hard time keeping it all in.

In and in—again and again. A few beads of his cream-white cum foams between your legs and makes the hybrid’s nose crinkle- he’s reaching his left hand up and pushing the excess inside with his thumb. “See? Feel me filling you up with so much cum? All the way until…” Reachin’ up just a little and pushing down on your stomach, he watches as it makes the wads of cum stuffed inside you empty out. “-you’re just bloated with me.”

Making an even bigger mess for him to pretend to have to ‘clean up’ or something or the other. 

And you’re feeling so good- Ino’s curvaceous tip was smoochin’ around your sweetest inside. Your most sensitive parts. “Mmm, yeah. Fuck- I can feel you so deep inside.”

“Right from these pussylips…and right up to your womb.” Ino sputters out. And it’s a sheer wonder that he could even string together coherent sentences at this point—just that pussydrunk. “I’ve m-made my mark eeeeeverywhere on this pussy, sweetness.”

“M-made your mark?” You giggle- he was just speaking nonsense. But it was just so cute how earnestly Ino meant it.

His long, doe-like lashes fluttering. His beautiful brown eyes tearing up. His lips quivering the slightest bit every time your walls were clenchin’ and milking him; draaaaagging sloppily from the girthy end of his base and up to his slender tip. “Mhm-” Nodding and nodding- the clapping noises of his hips meeting yours just speeds up. “So that even when m’cleaned out of you, you’re gonna feel me- gonna feel empty without me.”

“Oh…” Your maw drops.

And he’s immediately lurching his dazed head upwards and planting a direct thwack! of spittle between your gorgeous lips. “Even these lips. You’re gonna miss me- ngh, s-stuffing these pretty walls full. You’re gonna miss the feeling of me here—” 

Mazin’ between your clingy walls, entering his swollen head into your womb. 

“-begging for pups.”

“Baby, you’re pussydrunk-”

Though the words don’t seem to reach his buzzing ears.

“And any other fuckin’ cat hybrid-” He spits out those last two words like venom. Teeth just a little bared. “-are gonna know. They’re gonna smell me on you.” Hybrids, in general, always did have more heightened senses than humans. “They’re gonna sense me. They’re gonna know that Ino Takuma has been here—that he’s made this pussy his before any of them could.” 

Lovingly, Ino’s patting your bloated pussy- plap-plap! 

You’re so wet that beads of sap n’ cum end up smeared across his fingertips. And he’s skating them down your crevice to pinch at your throbbing clit. 

His hybrid tail wags beneath him; you could sense the sheets shifting as a result. “And they’re gonna know…” Ino’s mouth waters just at the notion. “-that I’ve been a good boy for you.”

Your breath hitches at the feeling of something building, and building, and building deep within you.

It’s accumulating with every single ruthless slam! that he was honing out. Hitting every tender area- your g-spot was aaaaaching for touch every single time Ino pulled back to reel in again, just addicted to him already.

And soon enough, you’re finding yourself meeting his every thrust with a needy bounce. 

Making your hybrid boyfriend beneath you get pushed up and down the creaking bed- his ears twist in ecstasy when you accelerate. “Now, I wouldn’t say that…” You murmur, and without a single warning—you’re reaching up and tugging on one of fluffy ears. “-you’ve been a real bad boy, Taku.”

“B-but I am better than any cat hybrid… And then his voice is breaking- and Ino Takuma is shattering into his ninth high of the night. 

Honestly, it doesn’t even feel like his ninth high.

It feels like five at once. Harsh bouts of pleasure thrum through his body; making it feel as though every single droplet of blood he possessed was rushing out of his limbs and collecting at the very tip-top crown of his shaft. That blushin’ rouge tip just pouring out sticky wads of cum into your deepest depths, sliding them along his heavy inches and into your squeezing walls-

Ino babbles away stupidly as he cums- “I thought I was a good boy.” He hiccups, his lower lip quivering delicately. “Thought I was—ngh, better than…oh.” 

And then he’s planting both feet on the navy-blue sheets and arching even deeply up into you.

Desperately.

He was practically wrenching your next orgasm out of you.

You’re letting out a brief whimper at the sudden shockwaves of bliss overtaking you - rendering your vision a little bleary, and your toes curled in pleasure. 

And through the fogginess that curls around your brain, you’re able to witness how his long lashes start to dapple in tears. Huffing, “So mean t’me, pretty…” 

You snicker, “Only because I love you, Taku.” Leaning down to kiss him tenderly- “You know I can stop the joking around if you want?”

“No…” He shakes his head. “When you’re mean to me it makes me hard.”

Oh.

And what else were you supposed to do; but hum thoughtfully to yourself as you reached out and shuffled in the bedside cabinet? Bringing out that bright-red collar that he loved so much? Snagging it around Ino’s pretty throat and watching as his Adam’s apple bobs-

“Then why don’t you act like a good boy f’me, hm?”

Ino gulps. “Y-yes, ma’am.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - #PUSSYPOWER!

Hybrid type: Panthera uncia

Two words: Snow Leopard.

If there ever were a breed of cat hybrids that drew more attention than a Snow Leopard, then Gojo Satoru would find them and throttle them himself. 

Kidding…of course.

But that’s to be said: there were reasons that he was the most talked-about man on campus, among both humans and hybrids alike. He was the frat president of Curses Epsilon, he was tall (6’4 on a bad day, according to the man himself), he was beefy, he was accomplished in a plethora of sports and physics academics of which medals and certificates lined his fraternity bedroom. Did he mention he was president of Curses Epsilon? 

Even those dog hybrids that seemed to have a perpetual grudge against the feline type had to admit that there was something eye-catching about him. 

Blue hair. Impish smile. White hair—the sole reason that white hair started trending- and even those proud grey wolf hybrids started dying their hair to match him.

At least according to him, that’s the reason. 

All in all, the point was that when Gojo Satoru had asked you out - after an entire semester of crushing on you during Professor Yaga’s lectures, sitting in the row behind you - you said no. And he’d damn-near had a heart attack—so did just about everyone in the vicinity that heard you. You just rejected Gojo Satoru himself. 

Were pigs about to fly?! They shifted awkwardly in the distance.

And looking at the crestfallen expression on his face, you couldn’t help but explain…you’d never dated a cat hybrid before. You didn’t know if you’d mesh well.

But he’d promised.

He’d promised that it’d be no different. Whatever other hybrids you’d dated in the past - whatever snakes and eugh…dog hybrids - he’d be even better than them.

He’d treat you so much better. He’d fuck you so much bett—

You’d slapped a hand over his mouth and stopped him right then n’ there. And sweeping a look at the people around you two - you find that they were pretending to be far more interested in the surrounding flooring or their textbooks in order to overhear your conversation - you promised that you’d go out with him. Just one date, you’d said.

Glee shone in his eyes—so bright that you almost had to look away.

That one date at some rundown campus coffee shop had turned into two. Two dates had turned into three. Three dates had turned into four-

Then lo and behold, you found yourself dating the most talked-about man on campus. Which seemed like a null title considering it was university, but then again this was Gojo Satoru.

And a relationship with him had been just as electric as you expected.

Especially when it was around a month in- and Gojo had come to your apartment after a four-hour long lecture. Ready to rant about his day. Ready to fall into your bed and sleep Gakuganji’s no-good assignments off. 

But a single step inside and…and he’d raised his nose into the air.

He’d taken a deep sniff.

Pupils becoming pinpoints. Fluffy tail swishing from side-to-side.

Beneath the usual lemon-scented spray that you’d use to clean your glasses, there was something…more. Something…different. It was something carnal and alluring—and it was coming from right between your legs as you walked out to greet him. Your pussy smelled strangely, irresistibly sweet to the hybrid.

Gojo Satoru looked at you and a jolt ran through your body at the expression on his face. Primal. 

.

.

.

“Heeeeere, kitty kitty~” 

You yelp—

And before you know it, your hands are clawing at the twisted-up blankets as you’re dragged back. Fucking dragged back into the hybrid’s mounted body, his hot breath plastering against the side of your neck- where you’d been bitten n’ marked raw. “Wh-where do you think you’re going?”

Your jaw drops.

Gojo’s tone was hitched. Gojo’s tone was on the verge of ruins.

It was unsteady at the ends of his words- and there was a sort of crazed tinge to it—just like the rest of his body, Gojo’s voice was trembling. Wound tight and on the verge of breaking. For the most uncountable time tonight, he shovels his ravaged cock between the cute crevice of your pussylips- and finds himself letting out an agonized whimper. 

“Fuh-fuck.” The frat president is letting out. Tail curling ‘round your right calf to prevent you from running any further, tears breaking out across his cheeks. That muscular body of his was often the target of both admiration and envy: broad shoulders, slutty waist. There was so much power held in it as one of the apex hybrids on campus—and yet, right now it was clamoring up onto yours and damn-near collapsing. “Fuck- fuck- fuck.”

Every profanity was punctuated with a torturous drag of his cock inside you. Beneath him, you’re supported only with a single arm of his hooked underneath your stomach- getting thrown ‘round by the sheer force of his thrusts.

It’s been like this for hours since he’d gotten back.

And by now, Gojo was completely and utterly overstimulated. 

But there was no way he was stopping any time soon. Not when you were…

“In heat.”

“Satoru, I told you I’m human—oh.” The way his round, ruby-red tip was entering your walls…there was just no way to describe it. There was nothing to compare to how he’d thrust apart your gluey channel and poke that one spot he knew you loved so much. And with a wretched mewl, you’re bucking back into his body. “H-humans don’t have heats, silly.”

His sharpened canines drag across the expanse of shoulder once he dips his head, cat-like ears twitching. “Then what’s that sweetness I smell?”

As if to emphasize his point, Gojo takes a looooong heave.

Nostrils flaring. Eyes growing wilder the more he’s taking in the saturated air- to him, it was an addicting combination of sex, sweat, and something sweet.

Something he couldn’t describe.

Something that befogged his mind and made his eyes roll to the back of his head. A carnal shiver wracks through him.

And it’s not long before his bludgeoning tip empties out a few more ribbons of precum- it’s enough to make warmth seep into your belly. Arousal pangs through your body, and it’s just then that Gojo lurches his head up and looks at you with primal eyes. “See- there. There.” Yet another ravenous push to the back of your pussy. His ears listen for the sloppy songs your pussy was givin’ off. “Your heat just got stronger. Do that again, sweetheart—I’m begging you, do that again for your Toru.”

“I-I don’t even know what you mean- fuck, that feels good.” You yelp.

“Do it again—do I have to get on my knees…?” And after a few more thrusts, he’s emanating out a low chuckle - he really is Gojo, after all. “Well, I guess I already am on my knees.” Knees that were currently being chafed with the constant back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

“You need to shut up and- oh, believe me when I say I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Though you certainly weren’t complaining about the utterly feral way he was fucking you. “I think you’re just in rut- mmpf.”

He’s plastering one of his sweaty palms over your mouth. 

And then the two of you are falling backwards; Gojo’s sitting back on his haunches, upright, and taking you with him. He pounds away up into you as he remains seated kneeling—the erect length of his cock splittin’ your pussy apart so deliciously. 

Underneath his hand, your maw drops into a lecherous ‘oh’ that makes Gojo remove his palm. And then he wastes no time spittin’ into it.

Watching as his gentle wad reaches deep into your gullet. 

The snow leopard hybrid purrs as you babble in response- his deep vibrations thrumming through your body. With the accelerating pace of his hips, you’re merely growing even wetter - sloppily so - and Gojo’s practically drowning in his ecstasy as the scented air intensifies. As it takes over his entire body—practically speaks to him at a lesser, more base level. “These past few days…oh, these past few days I’ve been sensing it building up.”

The past few days? “Sh-shiiiiit.” You’re keening as his clawed hand slides down to press on your stomach- where his thickened cock was spearheading constantly.

“I’ve been smelling it on me- I’ve been jerking myself off to it thinking that it was one of your new perfumes.” And you’re unsure whether it was because of how pussydrunk he was, or purely because this was Gojo Satoru, but he doesn’t show even the slightest speck of abashment when admitting this. “And come to think of it…it’s just your heat, my girl.”

Pushing down even harder- massaging where his bulbous tip edged along your g-spot. 

“This pussy’s just been yearning f’me - I can practically hear her yowling for my cock.”

“I’m c-close—” You babble out.

Gojo’s large, fluffy tail wraps around your waist to hold you better to him.

“Oh, what a coincidence. That’s what- hah, she’s sayin’ too.” And with a few more vicious probes into your sweetest spots, you’re propelled into your high n’ Gojo’s fucking you through it maddeningly. He isn’t thrown off by the way you’re splashin’ down his thick thighs.

Squirting.

In great, torrential waves of your orgasm. 

It’s coming out in a glittery sheen- down between your legs and plastering across his own skin. Those areas of slammin’ contact between your two bodies are even louder now—plap-plap-plapping as Gojo fucks you through your high. 

Every peak and stride. Eeeeveery single height of bliss that sends dopamine pouring into your veins. Somehow, he’s managing to maze his cock into eeeevery single sweet spot you loved- and that’s elongating your orgasm until you’re in tears. “Please- fuh-fuuuuck, just like that. Just like that, just like that- oh, ngh—”

“Make a mess- make a fucking mess, sweetheart.”

“It’s too much- oh.” Back arching. Toes curling. Your heartbeat pounds in your eardrums- and you’re so far gone that you almost don’t notice the way that Gojo himself is cumming.

Though if you’re soaking him, he’s cumming dry - the tip of his irritated shaft twitches like he’s pumping out wads of seed. But what really comes out is…nothing.

Though Gojo really does feel the waves of pleasure that overtake him, even though he’s cumming dry. He’s clenching his pretty eyes shut, he’s letting his mouth quiver- just the cutest whimpers of your name escaping him as your boyfriend keeps rammin’ away his orgasm into you.

So overstimulated.

Gojo lovingly pats your quiverin’ pussy.

“And it’s all thanks to this- hah, heat here.” Gojo murmurs, his fuzzy hybrid tail briefly spankin’ down on your sopping slit before he moves it away. “Managed to make my girl squirt.”

“Heat…” Your nose crinkles, “I really don’t get why you think I’ve been in heat these past few- oh.”

Oh.

It hits you like a semi-truck.

“Satoru, did you mean my ovulation?”

The snow leopard hybrid considers this as he starts buckin’ into a whole new round.

“Ovulation…” Gojo whispers to himself- like a prayer. “Ovulation and I are gonna be besties.”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Sssstudy time.

Hybrid type: Dendroaspis polylepis

You couldn’t focus.

Maybe it was due to the column of assignments that you’d been (quite irresponsibly) been putting off; maybe it was due to the fact that your snake hybrid boyfriend was staying over and a bit too much of a…distraction. 

And the worst part was that he wasn’t even doing anything—Higuruma Hiromi sat quietly at the foot of your bed, leafing through the pages of a law textbook that you’re sure he’d already memorized from cover to cover. Unlike you, the law professor didn’t need to rush through assignments - which meant he was particularly ruthless when handing them out. 

A forbidden relationship.

A secret.

The hybrid professor was amongst the most ogled-at on campus.

And it’d taken an entire semester of your prettiest skirts and your flirtiest one-liners during tutoring lessons before Higuruma had finally gone against his personal code to ask you out.

But only after you’d moved on from his class.

And it seems that dating a law professor didn’t give you an edge- but then again, you didn’t start dating him for the edge at all.

Higuruma Hiromi was just too attractive. And smart. And gentlemanly. And hiding a sense of witty humor he rarely revealed to anyone but you.

And it was making you stray your eyes away from the utterly droll except on the rules of estate inheritance. But who could blame you? The man of thirty-two sat with his sternly handsome features pinched into something focused; sleeves of his button-up pushed to his elbows, slivers of his skin somewhat scaly, dark eyes examining the page in a way that made you squirm…

He’d never interrupt your studying. But then again he didn’t have to try.

You sigh.

Law degrees were hard.

Higuruma doesn’t look up from his textbook, “Sssomething the matter, angel?”

“Nothing.” You counter- before realizing that lying to the best lawyer in Tokyo probably wasn’t the smartest idea. “It’s just…I can’t seem to focus.”

“Oh. Why’s that?” He looks at you with his brows furrowed in concern. 

You—you want to say. It’s solely because of him that you couldn’t focus. 

Not when he’s sitting there so close, and so attractive, and so irresistible- honestly who in their right mind would be able to focus on land disputes and things when it comes to something like this? And though you don’t verbalize your thoughts, you’re sure a part of it shows on your expression.

Because without another word, Higuruma sets his book down on the bed—leaning ever-so-slightly backwards and opening his thick thighs up invitingly. You don’t have to wait for him to reach his arms out and beckon you forwards- you’re already getting up and gladly leaving your assignments behind. “Come here, sssugar. Let me teach you how to focus.”

In just about no time, your clothes are hitting the floor.

As they seem wont to do whenever you’re around him…

But nonetheless, Higuruma soon as your legs positioned atop his bulky shoulders - slightly unsteady given the semi-scaled surface of his skin. 

Back arched. Cunt dripping all over the freshly-washed sheets.

Higuruma meets the front of your cunt with his thickened tip, swipin’ it up and down the line of your folds. Dripping wet—you’re letting out the most delicious wet noises once he’s teasing your entrance- just barely probing his swollen cockhead inside, then out…watching as your hole seems to gape and clench around nothing—

In. Then out.

In. Then out. 

Before you’re growing far too impatient with his toying- and you’re bucking up deftly into him. “Hiromi, just fuck me already…”

“Just fuck you already?” He tuts, though you could hear the faint amusement in his tone. And then the hybrid’s swatting down two smooth slaps right between your pussylips- making your moans strangle in your throat. “How impatient. It seems I have more to teach you about focus and patience than I thought.”

“Fuck.”

And then he’s smiling down lovingly at you.

Perking his head up, Higuruma reaches up and grabs something off the headboard. 

And whilst you’re concentrating on not ogling his forearm muscles too much, he’s producing that jet-black tie of his that’d been thrown off in the hassle to strip yourselves of your clothes. As you watch him in slight confusion, Higuruma nods his head reassuringly down at you - and ties the silk fabric around your eyes.

A blindfold.

“Easy there.” He comforts in that warm baritone of his. You knew that he’d never do anything you didn’t want to do; and seeing him break that cold facade for you was one of your favorite parts about this.

Higuruma was running his hands comfortingly down the sides of your body, he was making sure that blindfold wasn’t too tight—he was ultimately resting his slender fingers between your quivering thighs n’ rolling over your clit. “Eeeeeasy, my girl. Now focus.” You’re nodding before you even know what he’s about to say- and that makes him smile. “I’ll be giving you one of my two cocks, and you have to guess which one it is, okay?”

Because there was another thing about snake hybrids: they had two cocks.

Long and rock-hard. Higuruma’s were blushed the prettiest rouge on his tips- stacked on one top of the other, they were both drivelling out ribbons of precum at the impatience to get inside you. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from the lesson he was drilling into you, but oh…

“Oh, f-fuuuuuck.” Soon enough - even though you can’t see him - you can feel the rotund intrusion of one of his tips. Piercing between your swollen lips and pressing deeper inside.

Deeper and deeper.

It doesn’t take long before Higuruma’s punctuating your goopy insides with thorough, passionate strokes. He just loved sweeping across every sweet spot inside you until it left you speechless—lingerin’ that hot tip of his where your g-spot was, and then lingering on your cervix. Repeatedly, he’s hitting the thoughts out of your mind; though…that’s not entirely what tonight was about, was it? 

“Now now…” You’re feeling two gentle slaps to the left side of your face. “Don’t get too fucked stupid already, angel. Focus. Which one is this? Upper or lower?”

“What- oh, fuck.” Whatever response was on the tip of your tongue is fucked away- by the indulged stripes he was drawing at the back of your pussy. Watery saliva pools in your mouth as you feel the stretch of your walls—almost to their limits. “Fuck, it feels so good, Hiro-”

Another slight spank. “I’m teaching you a lesson right now, angel. You refer to me as sssir-”

“Sir-”

“No…” Squeezing at your clit with his other hand.

Startling you. Suddenly making you buck. It makes you bellow out without even trying—“I s-said it feels so good- ngh, sssir.” Slurring your words.

Though that’s exactly what he wanted.

“Good.” And you could practically hear the smile in his words. Though Higuruma doesn’t let up so easily- in fact, he’s doing the complete opposite. “That’s how you need to focus.”

Another small slap to your cheeks, a little harder this time.

You keen.

“Upper or lower, sssugar?” He hisses.

You’re gasping for air. “I-I—”

And Higuruma being a snake hybrid meant that his mushroomy tip would be flared even larger than most hybrid species or even humans. It was the perfect shape: curved upwards, patterned with numerous veins and ridges. The area above his slit was the most delicious mechanism to drag across your inside and drive you absolutely wiiiiild.

And soon enough, you’re bucking up with a moan. “Upper….no, ngh! Lower?” Honestly, it was enough of a feat that you could speak with the way he was ruining your insides so well.

“Wrong.” Higuruma responds simply.

And then you’re feeling him slap your sweaty cheeks- and then plant a harder one down on your incorrect pussy. Before the snake hybrid reels his pelvis backwards—back and back, all the way backwards before his swollen tip is pulling out of your hole with an audible pop! And then funneling back in again.

“Upper or lower?” Higuruma asks once more.

By deduction through logic, you’re gasping- “Lower-”

“Wrong again.”

It was just so cute how your mouth drops at that very second - and the older man can’t help but lean down and give that gaping maw of yours a lil’ slap, too. Just a little punishment. 

Before he’s coursing in even harder strokes—more merciless. He was molding your soft insides to the shape of him - both of him - and it made your toes curl just how mean he was being with your body right now. His heavy balls enunciating each thrust with a thwack-thwack-thwack!

How lecherous.

Higuruma alternates between his two lengths at a frenzied pace, dippin’ each one in and out. “Upper or lower?”

“Upp-”

Thwack!

“Upper or lower?”

“I don’t…ngh.” Tears glisten in your eyes and even through the blindfold. “Lower—”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! 

Higuruma ultimately husks out in a lowered tone, “Focus.” Hips brushing yours so hard that it was starting to sting with unyielding contact. “Get this one wrong, angel…and you’re not cumming a sssingle time tonight.”

You whimper, “P-please…”

But that’s not enough to make him take mercy on you—for Higuruma pushes his rugged tip back out with a drawn-out wet sound. And then he’s making you guess once more-

“Upper or lower?”

You’re furrowing your brows underneath the blindfold. You’re squeezing your thighs even harder around his waist in an attempt to feel him better. Hell, you’re even arching your back off the dampened mattress and giving his pistoning cock a good, long squeeeeze—

Scrambling whatever rationality was left within your brain to try and compare the feeling - the length, the upright curve, the thrumming veins - of this shaft relative to the other.

And the answer finally bestows upon you, “Is this…your upper?”

Then he hones out a thrust so loud it slams!

“Correct.”

And for your prize, you’re getting the blindfold taken off you—and the first thing you see is Higuruma’s flushed, handsome face. The second thing you see is his sudden intrusion: hips drawing even closer to yours, he somehow manages to swipe n’ stuff both aching tips inside your hole.

“Now let’s see if you can focus with both.”

♡ IEIRI SHOKO - Cream XOXO

Hybrid type: Felis catus

“Hmmm…” Dr. Ieiri Shoko removes the ear tips of the stethoscope and lets the medical instrument hang from her neck. The clinic’s faux-leather chair squeaks as she sits back; hands crossing in front of her and pinning you down with her deep, intelligent eyes.

You squirm on the examination table.

Something knowing twinkles in her gaze. 

Perhaps due to the fact that you’ve been dropping by Shoko’s clinic every other day at this point—as the newest-hired teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High, it was inevitable that you’d be seeing a few more injuries or a bit more cursed energy exhaustion than someone more experienced like Professor Yaga. But this…this was almost getting ridiculous.

And you knew it, after all.

You were the one going there on purpose.

The first time you saw Ieiri Shoko, it was in your first week as a teacher; you’d gotten cut whilst training one of the students. And though your reverse cursed technique was in perfect condition, it seems that the cursed nature of the weapon made it harder for you to counter the damage - and so you’d wound up in the infirmary after a nasty faint. 

Waking up to…an angel.

Or so you’d thought.

Tired eyes. A mole at the corner of her eye.

A cigarette sticking out from the side of her mouth- were those even allowed on campus? And sleek, brown cat ears sticking out from her head.

“That’s one way to be introduced.” She’d droned out in her steady voice.

And after that…day after day, your mind kept thinking back to the cat hybrid. Your mind kept conjuring up all sorts of excuses that might allow you to go down to the clinic after classes—

It would be strange to just show up, right?! 

Especially since you didn’t know her that long…and thus came the excuses of a stomach ache, of a headache, of a cut that suspiciously vanished once you actually spoke to her. Must’ve been something jujutsu-related, right?

And she took it all in stride.

Which made you think that Shoko actually didn’t mind your intrusions with some made-up disease and a homemade lunch for the two of you to split. 

Thus, you were here today.

Squirming as you buttoned up your uniform - it was a potential heart murmur this time…sometimes you had to get creative you suppose - and wondering how to ask the pretty doctor out for lunch. There was this cute new café that opened up down the street, and they were said to have pretty good beer that-

“I counted your heartbeat, y’know.” Shoko says suddenly, drawing your attention. She looks at you with an unreadable gaze- though not unkind. “It was 102 beats per minute.”

“O-oh…” You wondered how you were going to explain that away—“It must’ve been-”

“Innocent murmurs don’t cause heart beats to raise- and in any case, you don’t have one.” She crosses her arms and takes you in your half-dressed state; legs crossing, tail swishing. “You don’t have to make up excuses to see me, y’know? You can just come by whenever you want.”

Damn those cat hybrids- they were always so alluring without even meaning to be. 

Unsure what to say, you’re sure you’re sputtering out some pathetic amalgamation of excuses and assurances that you’ll heed her advice next time—heart racing, body heating up, your hands rushing up to button your blouse to regain some dignity, at least…

“Don’t.” 

Only to be stopped by the woman of your dreams herself.

Shoko’s gaze was feline, “I like it like that.”

Less than five minutes later, she has you laid-out on the examination table once more. Hoverin’ in the space between your open legs as laps and laps your drippin’ wet pussy. 

Her tongue was so looooong and flexible—swirling a few times over your swollen clit before dipping in and out of your hole. So sloppily; she’s making out with the tender edges of your pussy, lipstick smearing everywhere and anywhere she was reaching. 

“O-ohhh…” Your back arches against the cool surface of the examination table. Hands grasping bare air. “It feels so good, Sho, keep going.”

And with something that sounds akin to a sensual chuckle- Shoko reaches out and intertwines her fingers with yours midair. You’re just taking the time to admire the beauty in her fingers—so competent in what she does, and painted in a pale lavender. Everything about her was so pretty…

And just as soon as you do - it’s as if she’s reading your mind.

For one set of her fingers guide your own hands to hold onto her head- your hands smoothing down her long hair, scratching behind her twitching cat ears. And the other set of her fingers are stuffin’ your awaiting pussy—teasing apart your elastic entrance and running her smooth fingertips along her walls. “Stay still now, kitty.”

“H-how—?” That was practically impossible when two of her slender digits were rovering inside. So smooth. So steady. She was easing in your first ring of muscle before mazing in deeeeep. “N-not when it feels this good, ngh.”

“I said stay.” She commands, in a slightly more serious tone. Pulling out and slapping your clit in punishment.

And though you’re whimpering in defiance, you follow her words.

Seeing as you’re listening to her, vibrations start running from your core- it takes you a second to realize that Shoko was purring. Mouth curved. Eyes half-lidded - like the cat that got the cream. As a little apology for the spank from earlier, the cat hybrid leans down and gives an open-mouthed kiss onto your clit. 

“Good girl.” She hums. “Patients should stay still until they’re feeling better.”

You sputter, “B-but you said I don’t have a-”

“You don’t.” Shoko affirms. She nods a little bit, and that ends up pressing the tip of her nose against your clit- so sensitive that you’re bucking up into her instantly.

Just as quickly, you’re feeling her cold fingertips pang down once more.

“Now what did I say?” Tutting. Shoko might have been the most laid-back doctor you’ve been to in your entire life—but now you see that all the normal sternness went to her in bed. It went into the way she’s spankin’ your pussy three more times - thwack-thwack-thwack - once you’re not replying fast enough for her.

And you’re just barely hanging on- just barely able to babble out. “Y-you said to stay still- ngh, fuck.” 

“Hm, I’d call you a good girl for that—” Smile plastered against your sopping wet lips. “-but we both know that’s not true.”

And then she’s roving her digits into sweet spots you hadn’t even known existed- the doctor knew exactly where to hit. In but a mere few strokes, she’d mapped out your cunt as if she’s been eating you out for yeeeeears—and then attaching herself to your clit and hollowing her cheeks sucking as though she hasn’t had a single proper meal in years.

The stimulation is so much- she’s hooking two fingers into the area of your g-spot and you’re immediately bucking. Only to get Shoko’s glossy tail hooked around one of your ankles and ruthlessly plopping you back down-

You weren’t moving a single inch when she was having her lunch break.

“Might just be the worst patient I’ve ever had-” Catching your eye, she reassures with a slick-glistening smile. “Don’t worry, you’re the only patient I’ve given special treatment to like this.”

“Th-thank goodness.”

Yet another spank. “But that doesn’t mean you aren’t the worst. Stay fuckin’ still.”

With a whimper, you’re just taking it.

Every push, every throb, every plunge of her expert hands. But you think her favorite part might be how she kept rollin’ her tongue over your plump, puckered clit - pushing aside your bloated folds and just nagging at it as if it was the sweetest candy.

Shoko kept her lips glued to your pussy, and was tugging and draaaaagging your clit with her teeth—until you were basically numb with pleasure. She’s barely coming up for air.

And once that starstruck expression crosses your face, she’s gurgling out a few giggles. “Atta girl.” A single spank- just to keep you on the edge. “Acting good for me now? Maybe you’re all cured.”

“M-maybe…” You still didn’t even know what she was diagnosing you with-

“Lying.” For a second there, you think that Shoko’s just read your mind—and then, belatedly, you’re realizing that you’d just blabbered those words out loud. So much lustful need coiled around your brain that you were just keening-

“I-I only lied to see you-”

Another spank. “And that’s still lying, isn’t it?”

“I guess—oh.” Another two spanks. Harder, this time.

“Wasting a doctor’s time. Taking up precious resources.” In fact, the best part of her day was seeing your gorgeous face- but every stinging word only left you wetter. And mockingly, Shoko’s shaking her head in disapproval and lappin’ even more fervently at the sweetness of your pussy. That tongue of hers…it was indescribable. “I should be kicking you out of my clinic.”

“No!” You gasp. “Anything but that-”

Yet another spank. Lingering, now. 

“What was that?”

You sob, “I-I’m not gonna lie again, Dr. Shoko.” 

“Good.” She grins, “Now for something to tamper that sexiness of yours.”

And as she’s hiding her smile between your legs- you’re exploding straight into your high. It’s like nothing you’ve ever encountered before—long and drawn-out, the peaks of your orgasm get even stronger every time she hits your favorite spot. Again and again.

Probe after probe.

Like the manicured tops of her fingertips were magnetized to your bundles of nerves.

Calculating between those peaks, she manages to increase the pressure on your pussy right when it hits the most. Dragging you back by her tail and purring as she nibbles on your clit.

“That’s right.” She mutters. “Cum all over the doctor’s face.”

You’re fully wrung out by the time she’s done with you- and Shoko’s ready to move away with a victorious smile. But before she can do so, you reach out and grab onto her white coat—

“And where do you think you’re going?”

You’re getting payback.

A/N. Oh I need to write for her more-