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Synopsis. Name: Fushiguro Toji.
Age: (Do not ask unless you wish to be kicked).
Type: Bos taurus—in other words…a bull hybrid.
Other notes: This particularly proud bull hybrid is already mated—with you! Is known to be a patient and attentive mate, despite his rough exterior. Although if Fushiguro Toji isn’t available when you go into heat, you know who to ask…your sweet farmer Shiu.
Got enough milk for two?
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader x Shiu Kong
Content. MDNI, fem!cow hybrid!reader, bull hybrid!Toji, farmer!Shiu, farm AU, hybrid AU, somewhat Iove triangIes, heats, ruts, matìng bonds, accidental heat-inducing, Toji turns that truck around, thrèesome, mmf, somewhat eiffeI tower, oraI (m + f), fìngering, spìtting, suffocating (he hopes to), chokìng, tongue f, brief breathpIay, Toji’s BIG, size differences, making it fit, pushing down on stomach, RULES, teasing, running from it, Toji’s mean, Shiu’s rather nice, MANHANDLlNG, fuII neIsons, Toji’s pìercings, taking turns, impromptu bIindfolds, guessing games, punishments, p talking, p sIapping, DP, big stretches, cervìx smooches, a bit fruity, Iactation, dùmbification, pùssydrunk Shiu, pheromones, creampíes, cúmpIay, KNOTS, implied marathons, implied brèeding, getting together, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 14.8k
A/N. I’M BAAAAAAAAAAAACK and in honor of my 21st birthday thought 2 + 1 = 3. How about a 3soooome?? A continuation of this fic by me but can be read aIone, previous fic inspired by this tiktok by the gorgeous @/v4mpyrf4e <33
“Y’know…” Toji’s chuckle comes out sharp—it hits the back of your neck in a steaming pant. And he doesn’t have to use entirely a lot of force to drag you backwards- just the simplest tug usin’ his headlock and you’re gasping down his length.
Just as you have been for hours now- for what feels like days.
The ground beneath you is dampened with sweat and spittle, those sun-cured hay cubes are a mess- your throat is run absolutely ragged. And yet Fushiguro Toji wasn’t one to slow down - especially not during his ruts.
The bull hybrid leans in—and you can feel the smoothness of his septum dragging down the side of your face. He’s wrapping his tail around your left thigh and hauling you to his hips. “-you’re never gonna find another mate like me, girl.”
And just as you’re opening your mouth to answer - to agree, to gasp, to sob - the doors of the barn house slam open.
And there stands your dear farmer, Shiu Kong.
Now, Shiu Kong must have known what he was walking into.
He must have-
Or at least one would think—hell, Shiu himself had assumed so and mentally prepared himself for about fifteen minutes outside the barn house before walking inside to tell the two of you to keep it down (those sensitive horse hybrids were complaining!) But he had never expected- fuck. This was all that damned Kusakabe’s fault.
It’d been about two months since Fushiguro Toji was added to his farmyard roster. Ever since his supposed ‘best friend’ had gone and dumped the proud bull hybrid on Shiu’s otherwise idyllic farm. It was meant to be temporary - just a few days watching over him until Kusakabe returned from a Hybrid Farms Convention in Tokyo. Meant to be…
But he was bigger than the rest. Broader. Gruffer. With pierced ears and the sleekest black coat on his lower half.
So Toji had drawn gazes - one of which being from you, his most prized cow hybrid, specifically.
And Shiu couldn’t have that.
Especially not given the fact that you were the sweetest, softest thing…oh, alright you were his favorite. A part of him almost expected that having a prime bull hybrid around so many unmated cow hybrids would be nothing but trouble. But he just didn’t expect Toji to go after his favorite- anyone but you.
Thus he’d spared no expense keeping the two of you apart.
Yet in the end it hadn’t mattered how many padlocks (twenty, at the last count) or planks that Shiu had fastened on Toji’s separate enclosure—because a padlock is only as good as it’s locked. And only three days into Toji’s stay, he’d forgotten to lock that damned thing before leaving the farm on an errand- was about halfway out of town by the time that he’d remembered.
And turned that truck around in the middle of the highway.
Of course, by the time that Shiu actually arrived at the farm and thrown those barn house doors open - much like he had done tonight - the two of you were already tangled up n’ mated. With you humming delightedly into Toji’s neck—bite marks down every inch of it. The creamy scent of pheromones wafting out of the barn house and saturating the farmyard air.
And Toji himself hadn’t spared you an ounce of mercy.
As teeth marks were indented all along your supple skin; especially ‘round each areola of yours which Toji pinched. Letting milk flood out of Shiu’s beloved cow hybrid. Looking straight at him.
Fuck.
Shiu remembers it as clear as day.
Did he mention that he was rock-fucking-hard then? He probably shouldn’t have mentioned that…
Because it only makes him think about how hard he was right now, too.
He was staring at a vision that was quite similar: Toji was ramming into you like there was no tomorrow- so fast that he’s only seeing the blur of his angry cock and the smack-smack-smacking of skin-on-skin. Except this time you were on all fours.
So Shiu was given the perfect view of your pretty tail swishing from side-to-side. Only growing more agitated as Toji grows faster.
The farmer watches as Toji’s hand wraps around your tail and drags you backwards- so disrespectful. A few more bite marks. A few more shakes of your pretty thighs - he gets the sense that you’d be collapsing onto the floor if Toji wasn’t helping hold you up. And once again Shiu’s struck by just how pliable you are underneath the other man.
“C’mon now-” Toji grunts. “Giddy up. Almost there.”
You’re shaking even harder. Your skin was glistening with sweat. Your eyes dazedly drift towards the other man - and he knows by that glint in your eyes- he knows it.
He knows that you’re about to cum.
And you’re throwing your head back with what he assumes to be a moan announcing your crescendo—“Shi- oh.”
Oh.
Were you about to…?
Oh fucking-
And Shiu considers himself an intellectual man - he really does. He’s usually quick with his quips and isn’t the most inerudite of the rowdy bunch down at the bars; but this…this leaves his brain blue-screening and his mouth hanging stupidly open. Almost in a mirror of yours.
He can only stand and watch - cock throbbing in his denim overalls - as you’re tremblin’ all between Toji’s harsh thrusts. The way he fucks you is rude—as if the sound of the other man’s name on your lips almost spurs him on further.
He had to remind you who your mate was, after all.
You’re growing limp once your wave of bliss is completely bated. And it’s with a deafening slurp! that Toji himself finishes.
Polishin’ off what Shiu assumes to be your sweetest inside with his long, clingy ropes of cum- so much so that he’s seeing a ring of white start to formulate around Toji’s length. Lucky fucker. Shiu’s mouth goes dry as Toji pins your hips to the hay-littered ground and fucks and fucks his cum into you ruthlessly.
After a few prolonged minutes, he finally sets your waist free and lets your body droop onto the floor completely.
And between pants, Toji manages to whisper- “What the fuck?” Though his keen senses had already picked up on the fact that the farmer had intruded on your little…rut session, it’s only now that Toji’s finally turning.
The veins on his neck popping and prominent. Eyes greener than the brightest field - narrowed. It was as if he was finally seeing the farmer as more than simple amusement or some guy to poke ‘round with his horns sometimes - a challenge.
Was it just Shiu or were Toji’s horns looking extra sharp tonight?
“And remember that.” Shiu speaks with courage that he did not have—to hell with not biting the hand that feeds. Shiu might’ve been the farmer but he was less than a pigsty in Toji’s eyes. Or so he felt. “Next time your pretty girl cums, she’ll be saying my name.”
Toji doesn’t even pull out of you before he snipes- “Next time you say shit like that, they’ll carry you out in a wheelbarrow.”
You, pointedly, kept your mouth shut to avoid saying anything more inflammatory.
And you best believe that he’s stepping back from those barn house doors as soon as he could - what was that he said about considering himself an intellectual man? He’s letting the doors slam behind him and waiting for a moment outside until he hears the two of you start it up again—those horse hybrids and their beauty sleep be damned.
With that said, Shiu takes a deep breath and heads back to his farmhouse.
The time was 12:28AM and he spends the next hour rubbin’ his cock raw to the memory of you almost moaning his name.
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“…What did you just say to me?” And something must’ve shown in Shiu’s tone, because his friend groans from the other end of the line—‘oh, c’mon man-’
And never in his life has he let out a louder sigh. Pointed, too.
Because here Shiu was carrying on his early morning duties - ensuring herd checks and watering some of the trees, just going into the barn house to do some milking - when he gets a phone call—and from who else? Kusakabe Atsuya himself.
Now, Shiu has long since gotten used to dreading Kusakabe’s phone calls. The man’s his best friend, but a phone call from him was never bound to end well - he’s the entire reason he has a massive bull hybrid mated with you in the first place. So needless to say it didn’t start off on the right foot. But then the words left his mouth—
“-Tokyo Hybrid Farm Convention-”
And Shiu almost ended the call then and there.
But Kusakabe must’ve had an inkling. Because he yelped out a few pleas- “Wait wait wait wait- please, I promise you’re going to want to hear this.”
And Shiu had no choice but to groan and comply. At least hear the man out. “Alright, but you better be quick. The cow hybrids need to be milked before noon.”
“Oh please- you and I both know that you’re just impatient to see your ‘pretty girl’, yeah?” Kusakabe hurries before his best friend loses his patience. “Anyways—hear me out- there’s a Hybrid Farm Convention in Tokyo-”
“I’m not-”
“And this time it’s for the hybrids.” Kusakabe cuts him off. Then basks in Shiu’s stunned silence for a few seconds, “And I know I ended up dumping Toji on you for a few days…and eventually…permanently, but let me make it up to you by getting him a new hoof-trimming chute. And maybe while I’m there I can even get him fitted for a new bull ring.”
Shiu rubs his chin in thoughtfulness. “I have been meaning to get him a larger one…”
“Then it’s settled.” Kusakabe says gleefully. “I’ll get you the ring and take Toji off your hands for a day.”
“Can’t it be a few days?” Shiu grumbles.
“No way, man. He’s all yours- consider me the babysitter.”
“Whatever- better than nothing.”
“So I’ll pick him up in an hour or two, yeah?” Kusakabe affirms, and from the other end of the line Shiu can hear some shuffling. A truck door slamming. “I’ll have him back to you around midnight.”
“Take your time.”
And with just a few more words shared, Shiu’s ending the call. He stands at the door to the barn house in a way far too reminiscent of the night before—and from here he can see you nuzzlin’ up to Toji for warmth as the early morning sunlight creeps into your hay-scattered abode. It really was a heartwarming sight, the two of you - if only Toji wasn’t glaring at him as if he wanted to trample over him.
However, this time, Shiu was the one with the upper hand. “Guess what, hotshot?” He goads at the bull hybrid, and it works to make his ol’ golden nose ring huff. “You’re going to be going on a little field trip today.”
Toji scoffs and rests his chin on your head.
“Oh no- I’m afraid this one’s going to be a bachelor’s trip.” The most wicked smile twitches at his lips. He watches Toji’s brows furrow and his front legs start to kick at the ground as if about to charge. “You’ll be going to the Hybrid Farm Convention in Tokyo with your old pal Kusakabe, isn’t that exciting?”
The look on Toji’s face was ‘most certainly not’.
“Then we can replace that old-fashioned ring of yours with a new one. Make that ugly mug a little more handsome, hm?”
“My ass is more handsome than you.”
“Real mature.” Shiu shakes his head as Toji flips him off and struts away outside—his midnight-black hair gleams under the morning sun, and the muscles of his upper half are almost Herculean. Shiu follows your gaze to the bull hybrid.
With a fond chuckle, the farmer then walks over to you and runs his fingers across your scalp. Reaching that one spot he knew you loved so much- scratching behind your hybrid ears. “I don’t know how you put up with him, pretty girlie.”
“He’s really not that bad once you get to know him.” You’re softly nuzzling into him.
Shiu shudders as he thinks back to last night. “Yeah, well I think I know him a little too- hey, are you feeling a little warm?”
“Hmmm?” Absent-mindedly you’re humming.
“I’m serious, girl.” Shiu’s brows furrow- and he’s taking his hand off of your scalp to feel the temperature on your forehead. “I think you’re a little warm.”
Eyes closed, you’re only pushing against him- yearning for his touch. And Shiu tries not to think about that too hard. “I was just in the sun, Shiu.”
“Yeah but…” Now that he thinks about it- you were particularly touchy today—almost needy. And he’s sure he wasn’t imagining the scent of soft sweet cream that lingered in the barn house today. Although that wouldn’t make sense - cow hybrids were prone to one heat cycle a month, for about a week give or take.
And you’d just finished your cycle two weeks ago…Shiu would know.
He hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep those past few days. And as if that wasn’t bad enough- immediately after your heat, Toji’s rut had started up.
The farmer turns his head and looks at the little homemade calendar hung up at the end of the barn. It contained all the dates of the hybrids’ heats and ruts and when he might expect them next—and not to brag, but it had a 97% accuracy rate. The 3% was when Toji wanted to piss him off and somehow manage to draw his rut out a little longer.
But according to that- you should be in the all-clear. He furrows his brows at the color-coded green zone. What can he say? Shiu Kong liked pretty things, okay?
Aforementioned Shiu Kong looks at you. “Maybe…hm, maybe it’s just a little fever, pretty girl. That brute must’ve worn you out.” You’re shyly bumping your shoulder into him, and he runs his hand across your body. “Now then I need you to get some rest, okay? Go sleep and I’ll bring over your breakfast- oh.” Just then, his hand dips up to the swell of your chest where your tits were. “And I’ll milk you tomorrow depending on how you’re feeling, does that sound good?”
Almost dazedly, you’re nodding with a smile. “Mmm s’good, Shiu.”
A thrill zips down his spine - he ignores it. “G-good. Go on now.” And right before he himself leaves the barn house, Shiu says. “And do try to convince Toji that it’d be good for him to get a new ring. The fool doesn’t realize the power he has in emptying Kusakabe’s pockets.”
Shiu gently closes the door to head back to his duties.
He flips Toji off behind his back.
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At 12:21PM on the dot (Kusakabe said he’d be here half an hour ago) his best friend’s truck is parked in his vast farmland. And Shiu helps Toji into a hybrid trailer—he could have just gone in the passenger-side seat, but Shiu didn’t trust Toji one bit to not just open the door and jump out. Perhaps even outrun that truck at the first instance of missing you.
Honestly, he might just do the same with the trailer too…
But Shiu doesn’t tell Kusakabe this - instead he’s letting the man load his prized bull hybrid. And then clapping him on the shoulder, “Alright- he’s your problem now.”
“Just for today.” Kusakabe rolls his eyes. “A day longer and he might just drive the truck himself getting back to his mate.”
He whispers, “…I wouldn’t count on him not to do that today, either.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” Shiu amends. Looking at the huffing n’ puffing Toji inside the trailer, arms crossed. “Just that he’s a romantic.”
“That he is.” Kusakabe tips his hat and waves himself off. “Alright- midnight, yeah?”
“Like I said- take your time.” He says, eagerly- perhaps a little too eagerly.
The other man gets into the truck and slams the door shut - the force causes that hunk of rusted metal to wobble and creak, like an old man’s laugh. Shiu gets the sense that the entire world seemed to be laughing at him at that moment—including his best friend. Was he really that obvious?
Shiu walks up to Kusakabe’s window and leans against it. “What the hell are you laughing at?”
“Oh- nothing.” Kusakabe has the audacity to wipe off a mirthful tear. “Just that it reminds me of back then. Bet you’re really happy to have some alone time with your pretty girl, huh?”
“You say that like it’s been ages since Toji’s been here.” Shiu scoffs. “She’s known me longer- probably still likes me better too. You know she only lets me-”
“-milk her.” Kusakabe interrupts. Amusement on his features at the familiar words, “Yeah yeah. You’ve said it once before, man. Or maybe twice. Thrice. Fifteen times-”
“Whatever, man.”
Shiu kicks off the side of Kusakabe’s truck and gives it a customary slap on the bonnet.
“Drive safe. Even if you get stranded this time, I’m not coming to pick you up.”
“What a friend.” Kusakabe starts pulling the truck ahead and calls out as he goes. “Take care of the pretty girl when her mate’s not around~”
“You know I will.”
And as he watches the truck pull away with Toji inside the trailer—the bull hybrid lets out a mournful sound. It’s as Shiu feels a soft head rest against him that he realizes you’d joined him in the farewell; longingly watching your mate be hauled off.
“It’s just for the convention, pretty girl.” Shiu mutters to you. He reaches to scratch behind your hybrid ears but- the faint heat radiating off you makes him pause. “Is…it just me or has your fever gotten worse?”
“Mmm, dunno.” You murmur thickly. You push deeper against his body and Shiu’s suddenly hit with a lingering scent of dairy and fresh flowers, presumably from last night.
“If this gets any worse then we might have to pay a visit to Dr. Shoko…”
Fervently, you’re shaking your head.
Although you liked the cool and composed otter hybrid, Dr. Shoko, actually visiting the doctor was another thing. And so Shiu let it slide - for now - as he advised you to stay out of the sunlight and get some more rest—he’ll bring some cool drinks over after he’s done tending to the horse hybrids’ hair.
Shiu watches as you totter off into the barn house once more.
He’ll have to keep a close eye on you…
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3:18PM
The farmdog hybrids were particularly energetic today - Shiu spent just about two hours straight neglecting his tractor maintenance to throw frisbees with them. Ah, to hell with that old thing. Maybe next time he’ll accompany Kusakabe to those Tokyo conventions and see if they have discounts on tractors.
Although he knows he shouldn’t have been so careless - but you can’t blame a farmer for letting loose! Especially not when - usually - whenever he did this sort of thing—it’d only end up with Fushiguro Toji trampling all over the frisbee for the sake of it.
Especially not when it’s exactly what got him to notice the state of you in the first place.
Shiu had thrown the frisbee too far. It had landed somewhere by the pond, and Shiu didn’t want Ino getting his coat all muddied again- so he told the canine hybrid to stay put as he himself trudged through all the vegetation and too-soft earth. Ah…remind him to unweed this mess sometime soon. Spike rushes stuck to his boots, and water lilies waded towards him as the farmer determinedly made his way to the frisbee.
Just bending down to get it when-
Letting out softly—“Oh.”
When Shiu spots your curled-up self on the side of the pond bank—all cocooned amongst the lush vegetation like a little treasure just for him. He tries to shake that thought out of his mind.
You startle awake once he steps on a twig attempting to get nearer to the frisbee- “Easy there.” His deep tone soothes you. “Easy. Easy. It’s just me.” You’re following the voice and settling down once you recognize him. “What’re you doing here, pretty girl?”
“Just resting.” You respond. Now that you were sure there wasn’t any danger, you’re settling back down into your comfortable position. “The water helps keep me cool, y’know?”
“That pesky fever’s still bothering you?” Shiu reaches down to measure the temperature on your forehead - and sure as day, he’s feeling the heat simmering. If he wasn’t mistaken—it was just a tad hotter than what he remembered it to be when saying goodbye to Toji. “Hm…it doesn’t seem to be getting better on its own. How about a visit to Shoko’s?”
“Shiu…” You whine.
“Now now, missy.” He tuts. “I need you to be healthy- not only would Toji kill me otherwise, but I wouldn’t forgive myself either.”
“I’m feeling fine…really. It’s just a little hot.” You insist. “Today’s been really hot- I promise m’gonna feel better once the sun goes down.”
“Hmmm. Alright.” Though Shiu still didn’t seem all that convinced. “But you won’t cool off with water just by looking at it.”
“What do you-”
But those words are getting stuffed back into your throat once Shiu takes a little run-up and throws himself into the pond. Creating a resounding splash! and sending a wave of water into the air—like translucent sun-glittered frogs that take a soaring leap and land on you.
You’re yelping as the cool water lands on you- “Shiu—! You little-”
And then jumping in after him.
He throws his head back and lets out a deep, joyous laugh. And if he smelled the soft fragrance of honey suckle and fresh cream…then he imagines some of the other cow hybrids are ready for milking again.
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6:21PM
Shiu wasn’t celebrating—honestly.
Even he wasn’t that tactless.
It’s just that it was a little quiet without Fushiguro Toji around to cause trouble with the other hybrids, or with any guests, or with Shiu…or with practically anyone that wasn’t you. He wondered whether you realized the sheer extent of his special treatment. Which was why he decided to spoil the lot of you - especially you - today.
And for this Shiu’s apples were amongst the most famed in these parts - he hears they went for thousands of yen each in Tokyo. Lush and luxurious. Like biting into a piece of heaven—he knew that the hybrids were particularly covetous of this rare luxury. And luckily for him, they’d just been harvested today.
So why not give you lot a little treat?
Those stingy middle-men would be here to load up the apples tomorrow morning; so before that he herded his hybrids to the picturesque orchard. Where the apple trees embraced the groves from either side, the tops of their branches nearly winding into the sunset-painted clouds and pulled them back, and beneath them lay crates upon crates of apples like treasure pots at the ends of rainbows. Those apples seemed to gleam even brighter as the sun dipped beneath the horizon; gilded.
And Shiu kept his hands on his hips, a proud smile on his face, as he watched over the hybrids picking apples and digging through crates. All except for…
“Where’s…”
Brows furrowed- Shiu turns around and spots you slumped against the wooden entrance to the orchard. Those towering pillars were intertwined with vines, and amongst them you looked like the prettiest rose.
“Something wrong, my girl?” He walks towards you, handsome features pinched in concern. Immediately, Shiu’s hand goes up to feel your temperature once more. “Fuck-” And almost as soon as it makes contact with your forehead, he’s pulling away—
“Shiu…”
“You’re burning up- pretty girl, why didn’t you tell me that it’d become this bad?” He hisses. And then he’s reaching down to gently clasp your hand. Those caramel-brown eyes of his are just so soft…“C’mon- lets get you to Shoko’s before she’s off—”
Yet oh-so-stubbornly you’re shaking your head. “Promise m’okay, Shiu.”
“But-”
“It’s not a fever.” And the hairs on his body stand on end at those words. If not a fever, could this be…“I think it must be the heat or something- that and Toji did wear me out a little last night.”
His jaw clenches. “I’m sure. But I still think it would be good to go for a check-up.”
You’re averting your gaze from his. “I’m alright. Trust me.”
And though Shiu was clearly displeased by this turn of events—how could he ever say no to his favorite girl? It was almost embarrassing how easily he’s bending to your will- and letting out a sigh he attempts to make sound annoyed rather than fond. “Oh, alright…but at least try one of the apples. I’m sure they’d be good for you.”
“Of course-” Then you take a step - and the faint dizziness that’d accompanied your fever makes you nearly fall into Shiu’s chest. Thankfully the farmer catches you easily with his scarred palms darting to your waist, his broad arms wrapping around your body- and the tips of his fingers graze where your tail starts.
And both of your breaths hitch-
“Hey boss- can we dig into the pears too or are those off limits?” Ino’s blissfully oblivious tone shatters whatever strange atmosphere had seemed to concentrate between you two.
And you both jump backwards as if electrocuted.
“The uh- the what-” Shiu whirls around at the farm dog hybrid, “Not a chance. Don’t even think about touching those.”
“…Oops.”
“Those are ¥5000 a pear-” He pinches his nosebridge and groans- as his most trusted dog hybrid scampers off with an armful of pears. As he does so, Ino’s dropping one on the grass that Shiu’s bending down to pick up. Wiping off the non-existent dust on his denim overall, Shiu pulls a pocket knife out and cuts a clean slice of pear in mere seconds.
Calm and controlled.
Somehow, just seeing how competent he was with it made something at the pit of your stomach- twinge.
Before you know it, Shiu’s holding the tempting slice out to you. “Eat.” When you look at him in hesitation, he chuckles handsomely. “They’re about to raid the pears anyway, so you might as well eat.”
And so you do - he watches every minute expression of yours as you bite into it. That glimmer in your eyes. That smile.
Fuck…
Chomping on the luxurious fruit, you’re soon raising your nose into the air and sniffing.
Shiu raises a brow, “Something wrong? It’s not rotten, is it?”
You shake your head and continue sniffing. “No, it’s just…” Your ears twitch towards him- and he finds it so cute how they move almost all on their own. “Something smells good.”
“The pear?”
“No.” Shaking your head once more—the way you look at him then is just…different. “Like apples. And caramel. And honeysuckle.”
Shiu scratches behind his neck. “Well, I don’t know about the caramel- but we are in an apple orchard.” Gesturing at the sprawling land. “Help yourself.”
You smile and rub yourself against him lightly, soon joining your friends.
This was proving to be quite the strange day- fuck, were you getting hotter?
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11:59PM
“I should have taken you to Shoko’s in the morning—”
This is all Shiu’s fault.
This is all Shiu’s fault.
But to understand just how badly he’d messed up, one would have to rewind the clock to about two minutes and twenty seconds ago; it’d been a long day at the farm. Exhaustibly so. Even more so than usual, Shiu was dead-tired—it was practically subconscious the way in which he’d scrubbed himself clean and slipped into his favorite pair of pajamas (the ones with the cows and barns on them).
And he’d just - just - sat himself down on the creaky sofa in front of the TV, to get in at least five minutes of his favorite cheesy soap operas before he zonked out before it…when the front door started rattling.
Wait…rattling?
Knocking.
Shiu sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he heaved himself to a stand- “Yeah, yeah m’coming…don’t break the damn door down.” He’d at least expected Kusakabe to give him a call before he returned and started trying to leave him doorless- but ah.
Shiu was grumbling a few choice words underneath his breath as he swung the front door and screen open. Only to be met with—
“Pretty girl?” In split-seconds, every ounce of sleepiness leaves Shiu as he darts to hold your faintish body. Your head was drooped, and your breaths were coming out rapid. You were supported by only some of the other cow hybrids. Immediately his hand is flying to your waist, and he’s throwing one of your arms around his shoulders- before giving up on any inhibitions and pulling you into a proper princess carry.
A worried Ino and the others trailed after. “The cow hybrids let me know that there was something wrong, boss. So I brought her here.”
“Good thinking. Thank you.” Shiu just barely has the thought to murmur. He hurries to sprawl you out across where you would be most comfortable: his bed. “We need to contact Dr. Shoko immediately.”
“It’s not her time of heat yet, right?” Ino asks from the doorway. Behind him were some of the other members of the barn house looking in concern.
“No.” Shiu shakes his head. He glances up and sees the commotion- “It might be a fever, or maybe it was too hot out? I don’t know—fuck, I should’ve just taken her in the morning when she first told me.”
“Should I get the truck ready now, boss?”
“Sure. But I don’t want to move her much right now- poor thing.” Shiu looks on sadly at the way you’re gripping his soft pillows and smushing them to your face—breathing them in. “I’ll call Shoko and see if there’s anything we can do from here-” Reaching over to his bedside cabinet and picking up the phone, “You guys get some sleep, and I’ll let you know if anything happens.”
“You’ve got it.” Ino nods- and then he’s herding the rest of the barn outside.
In this little bubble of his bedroom, this little nook of the farm which smelled like fresh cream and honeysuckle, and had the air of sluggish mornings that made one’s eyes droop; it was just you and Shiu and the ringing tone of Shoko’s clinic.
Ringing once.
Ringing twice.
It cuts and Shiu’s trying Shoko’s personal number this time. She picks up almost instantly- “Hello?”
“I’m not going to ask about the integrity of your sleep schedule, but I need your help-”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
And as Shiu lists off your symptoms - the clamminess, the rapid heartbeat, the puffs of pheromones now filling up his bedroom, and more importantly…the wetness between your thighs (he wasn’t a lecher- he promises, it just-so-happened that Dr. Shoko had asked him to double check as part of your symptoms) - he himself starts to get an understanding of your diagnosis. You were in heat. But-
“But wasn’t her heat just two weeks ago?” There’s a shuffling of papers on the other end of the line as Shiu realizes Shoko must’ve gone through your file at home. “And she isn’t known for having any irregular heats.”
“Could this possibly be triggered by something external?” Shiu asks.
“It is possible.” She answers. “Have there been any changes to her environment? Something that may trigger a stress response in her?”
“Well, just today I had Toji go out with my friend to a convention- could it possibly be the distance?” He suddenly feels a drop of guilt at possibly being connected to why you feel this way.
“Hmm, I don’t believe so. Mating bonds are of the nature to be most volatile in close distances, rather than when they’re apart.” She hums thoughtfully. “You said that her mate was away today, right? And this started just today? Have there been any…other changes?”
Shiu raises a brow. “Other?”
And he can’t see her, but he gets the feeling that had they been in her office- then Shoko would have her fingers crossed and a grave expression on her face. “Yes. Has she been close with any other hybrid on the farm? Perhaps nuzzling up to them? Perhaps giving off her scent?”
The tips of Shiu’s fingers, clutching the phone, feel utterly numb. “…Yes.” Him.
“Well then. I believe the matter is quite simple, Mr. Shiu.” Tell him. “It is a strange phenomenon in which the hybrid seems to have two mates.”
“…” He can’t quite seem to close his mouth. “What?”
“Precisely.” Shoko speaks as if merely commenting on the nice weather or a particularly good football goal.
“B-but—” Shiu clutches the phone and tries to keep his volume from rising so as not to awaken you - you’d fallen asleep wrapped in his sheets now. Nose stuffed into the fabrics coated with his natural musk. “I thought hybrids mated for life? With only one-”
“Most often, yes. But there are rare cases in which a hybrid might find themselves connected to two others, or even three. Sometimes these connections may be latent and only make themselves known when triggered by a heat or time apart from her original mate.” His jaw just keeps dropping. “And it seems that in your cow hybrid’s case, in the absence of one mate she found her second mate’s connection activated. This is likely what caused her to go into heat.”
“So it’s official-” He begs. “She’s in heat now-”
“Yes, and I suggest you just let her do what needs to be done with her second mate in order to get it out of her system, otherwise she may feel rejected.”
And it seems that the conversation was coming to a close- for there was a note of epiphany in her words. But before Shoko could end the call, he questions once more. “And about the…double mate thing- does that also mean that the second mate is mated to the original mate?”
There’s a pause.
“Well, I suppose that’s up to you, Mr. Shiu.”
Wait how did she—
And then she ends the call.
Shiu holds numbly onto the phone for a few seconds - the silence felt deafening. Before a sudden stirring makes him dart his eyes over towards you.
Like an angel.
Your face was half-pushed into one of Shiu’s pillows - also patterned with cows and barns - and that blanket of his had twisted ‘round your body like a snake now—clammy with your sweat. Your fingers were clawing at the old creaky mattress, and your knees were pushing higher, and between them were- oh.
Were another one of his pillows.
And fuck- he’s never felt more jealous of an inanimate object in his entire life.
You were reeling your hips back—thrusting them forwards again- grinding down on the pillow. Wetness was seeping between those pretty, shiverin’ legs of yours and staining the cover. From here he could see a dark splotch starting to stain the silken fabric - smelling like the sweetest honey scent.
And it makes his mouth water.
“Baby- baby…” Shiu lovingly pats your leg, dawning you completely awake. He could see now that you were in the throes of your heat - but those eyes of yours were completely alert. “I need you to get comfortable, okay? This is gonna last about a week.”
“I’m in heat?” You blink. “Dr. Shoko said you’re my mate, Shiu.”
“So you heard that, huh?” He lightly chuckles. “Just know that we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to. Heats don’t necessarily affect humans-”
“Then why’re you so hard?” Though that tone of yours was utterly innocent - the look in your eyes wasn’t. You knew what you were doing to him—and you’re only hiking up the temperature between the two of you as you’re leaning in.
On wobbly arms, you’re pushing yourself up n’ leaning in so close-
Oh, how he’s dreamed of this exact scenario so many nights before. In this very bed. With his hand wrapped around his cock.
And Shiu knows he’s talking out of his ass - it’s the inhibitions taking over now…“You’ve got me there- but what about Toji-”
“Isn’t he your mate, too?”
And then your lips are on his.
.
.
.
Fushiguro Toji feels a disturbance in the force.
He can’t quite explain it- it’s nothing that he’s seen or even something that he’s felt. Nothing tangible to give reason to this madness. It’s just that something was…off. Kusakabe notices the hybrid squirming in his seat - yes, it seems that he trusted the bull hybrid enough to let him ride shotgun - and turns on the radio.
Just Toji’s luck, it was Scotty Doesn’t Know by Lustra.
“Turn it off.” Toji scoffs and crosses his arms.
“Why? Remind you of a certain someone~?” Kusakabe asks in-between singing at the top of his lungs.
“The hell is that supposed to mean?”
And even though Toji is merely looking at the smaller man- he shrinks into his seat. Did he mention he’d sharpened his horns for today? Kusakabe whimper, “O-oh nothing…nothing, just that ah- the lyrics might be a little reminiscent of ah-”
And Toji was even more infuriated because of that nagging sensation- that strange…fuck. “Spit it out.”
Kusakabe lets out a squeal and looks as though he utterly regretted letting the hybrid sit next to him. “J-just the fact that Shiu mayormaynothaveacrushonyourmate—” It’s out before Toji could even register it. “Pleasedon’tkillme-”
“If I kill you who’s driving?” Toji had now unbuckled his seatbelt despite Kusakabe’s protests. Snooping around the truck and trying to trace that little- scent? “What is that infernal- fuck. And I already know that farmer’s got a thing for her - though I’d pay for him to actually try. Would love to see his face as she rejects him.”
“Really? Because she was looking all cute and cuddly and a little feverish this morning.”
“What.”
And then it hits him—that scent. Fresh cream and sunny days and honey-
You were in heat.
“Fucker, step on it.”
Kusakabe whirls towards him. “What-” But before he can finish, Toji’s grabbing onto the steering wheel and damn-near crashing them on the highway as he speeds ahead.
The radio trills: ‘I can’t believe he’s so trustin’.
While I’m right behind you thrusting.’
.
.
.
“Mmm—” Shiu’s lips are hot and persistent- letting off the most sensual mwahs! as he continues the pattern down the side of your neck.
Listen, Shiu Kong might not be a hybrid like you, but if he kept his nose pressed against your sultry skin then he could almost feel it—those pheromones.
It was wafting off your skin like an atmosphere that was entirely your own, a gravitational pull constantly tugging him closer; the sweetened scent of honey and freshly-whipped cream. It made him blush. It went straight down to his cock.
Fuck that- it was taking over him.
A guttural groan rips out of Shiu’s chest- he kisses a pathway down the middle of your body until he’s reaching your core. Once he does, he gives the hottest wettest kiss of all to your cunt—“Oh, baby. Lean back a bit f’me, yeah?”
And then he’s pressing an open palm on top of your stomach. Pressing you to recline on the bed.
“Good girl.” Shiu rumbles. Low. “Now squeeze those pretty legs around my head- yeah, just like that. Tighter.”
“Tighter than that n’ you’ll suffocate.” You gasp.
“What about it?”
Using his own strong arms - so fucking beefy from years of work at the farm - Shiu wraps your thighs around his sweaty head. His sharp, straight hair tickles your inner thighs; so much so that the farmer has to tell you to settle down. “Easy there- eeeeasy there, girlie. I’ll make you feel good during your heat.”
“I’m not a damn horse.” You huff.
“Yeah, because you’re gonna be the one riding, huh?”
The gasp that flutters its way up to your throat doesn’t get the chance to escape- because the question on Shiu’s tongue curls around your cunt. He’s letting the squashy end of his tongue dip between your swollen pussylips—giving you a loooong lick where you were most tender. Those cushiony tastebuds of his were massaging you already- and the way he’s twisting his tongue so deliciously as he enters—
“Oh.” You’re arching off the mattress, thighs plastering to the side of his face. And yet your pussy’s openin’ up for him so invitingly. “Keep going, Shiu…”
“Had no plans of stopping soon.” Gurgling wetly between your legs.
His tongue was just so soft and smooth.
The way he’s adjusting it in and out makes your mouth just water. In and out. In and out. Shiu notices that every time he hooked his tongue around the outer rim of your entrance made your pheromones surge. Fuck—that heat of yours was affecting him, too, and leaving him sippin’ on your pussy like an aphrodisiac.
Lavish lips plastering aaaaall over again and again- “Mmmm, my pretty cow hybrid. No idea how I lasted this long without this.” Breathing through his nose - he didn’t want to waste a single second of this. His usually-deep timbre shakes with pleading desire. “And what can this do?”
You’re squealing once you feel thick fingers curl around your tail. “That’s my tail…”
“I already know that, pretty girl.” Shiu shakes his head fondly - as though you’d been the one to say something ridiculous. And in-between lapping away at your leaking pussy, he tugs softly on your tail in order to bring you closer. “But what can it do-”
“Well she likes getting it pulled during doggy position.”
Both of you would have recognized that voice amongst a thousand bull hybrids - ten thousand. That stature. That scent of freshly-cut grass and something deeper…something more alluring.
“And sometimes if you bite it she starts clenching like crazy.”
Fuck.
Because neither of you had heard the door click open - except maybe in what felt like a distant dream. Something worlds away.
You’re feeling a sense of déjà vu.
Shiu’s feeling cold sweat breaking out as he realizes that he hadn’t actually locked the door. In fact.
Whoever had opened it must be gripping it so hard that its oak frame was starting to splinter-
Both of you experience a pang at the pit of your stomach- a draw. And Shiu gapes as he looks down at himself—what the fuck was that…? He’s looking up at Fushiguro Toji standing in the doorframe with the same shocked expression.
“The hell do you think you’re doing with my girl?” Toji spits, scarred lips twisted.
“Listen, man-”
“You’re not going to make her cum eating her out like that.”
“I…what?”
Toji manages to make Shiu shut up. This must surely be a dream? And it’s just about enough time for the other man to cross the distance between the door and the bed - kicking it shut behind him - and make himself quite at home on the bed. The mattress creaks under the weight of the hybrid; and you yourself are letting out a soft moan.
He sits beside where you were sprawled-out, facing Shiu.
“You see…my pretty girl here-”
Shiu mutters underneath this breath. “Fuckin’ stealing my pet name too, now?”
But Toji has the courtesy to ignore it - for now. “-has a certain set of rules she needs to follow.”
At this, the other man’s brows raise in interest. Satisfied at the attention; Toji himself traces his dominant right hand over your stomach, your hips, before lowering down to your cunt and holding those puffy pussylips of yours open. Pushing them apart. Pryin’ them apart.
Both men gulp at the way you’re clenching around nothing.
“See…she might look all innocent and sweet- but she’s a proper little slut.” The words almost make Shiu flinch - and the bull hybrid takes great care repeating them. “Your…pretty girl is a proper- little- slut. And I know that she likes being fucked like one.”
And before either of you can make a move - Toji’s swiftly craning his head down and spitting a great glob of saliva on your cunt.
It trickles over your exterior and smears along your inner thighs- and Toji takes his sweet, sweet relish in swipin’ off some of that excess and popping it into his mouth. “So?” Toji asks. “Eat her out.”
Eat…Toji’s own mate out? Like this?
“What?” Toji has the audacity to look shocked. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been eyeing her- don’t act like you haven’t been fantasizing it. You’ve wanted her even before I arrived at this damn farm.”
Shiu’s lips tremble- he almost wants to because hell, he’s been given the permission now. And yet…“Is this some sort of trick? You’re not gonna use those horns on me afterward, are you?”
“No, not at all.” The other man replies - almost too breezily. He raises his brows at Shiu expectantly. And stares deep into Shiu’s eyes as he says. “So? The fuck are you waiting for-”
Those mere words make Shiu’s cock stand painfully erect.
However, there’s a reason they claimed that Fushiguro Toji was a ruthless man.
Because humans always did move far too slowly for the bull hybrid’s liking. And he wastes not a second more before pawin’ at the back of Shiu’s sweaty scalp - taking just a moment to bask in the utter shock upon his features - and shoving—
Straight between your pretty, pretty thighs.
Which he honestly didn’t have to do because—well fuck, you didn’t have to ask Shiu twice to eat you out. Shiu lets out a strangled grunt that turns into a moan.
And without further ado, he’s back latched onto your pussy- those handsome cheeks of his hollowing out as he sucks n’ sucks. And you don’t know whether he was doing this for you or himself.
Shiu ate you out like he was going to die of thirst if he didn’t.
“Fuck-” He hisses. With every movement of his face, he nuzzles himself closer. “Fuck fuck fuck—more.”
Syrupy breath sticking against your pussylips.
And his tongue was even worse-
“My pretty girl. More.”
He’s slithering it aaaaaaaall along your outer cunt - lapping up every wad of slick you were gifting him - and then rubbing his textured tastebuds along your exterior when it just wasn’t enough. Because your cunt was practically an aphrodisiac for him.
It’s as if the heat was contagious.
Because the longer he’s spending between those gorgeous legs of yours - the more he’s blabbering like a damn fool. The murkier his eyes are growing. The harder and harder his hips are coming crashing—! down on the rickety wooden frame of the bed—pathetically dry-humping it in time with the thrashes of his tongue. Slipping right between your velvety folds and yearnin’ to taste the honey between.
That thick silkiness of his tongue was just dizzying.
He was cleaning up the mess that Toji’d made earlier—tasting him, tasting you. Shiu’s face grows warm as he remembers.
That dextrous tip of his tongue delves between your pussylips - entering that cute hole - and is lapping up everything you’re giving him. “Babydoll, fuck my mouth even deeper.” Needing more. “Even deeper.”
“F-fuck- shit, shit shit.” You’re trilling out. “You’re practically nose-deep. How can you possibly go any deeper?”
With a needy whimper, you’re letting your hybrid tail swish towards him - and without further ado Shiu takes it and wraps his fist around it. Giving a gentle tug. Fuck.
And when he actually discovers that he’s able to manhandle you further onto his mouth with that tail of yours- nothing’s stopping Shiu from increasing his strength to give you a mean haul. “Mmm- yes- oh, Shiu. It feels so good, Shiu—!”
“But not good enough, right?” Toji speaks over you, in a haughty tone.
Your hybrid ears twitch in confusion.
And before you know it, you’re feeling the sensation of Shiu’s slithering tongue disappear.
You whine out in disappointment. And you already know that that mate of yours must have something to do with it-
Sure as day; Toji has his fist gripping Shiu’s jet-black hair and reeling him back. The other man obviously had his face twisted into something ferocious, and the tension made the atmosphere pinch. But underneath that…there was an undercurrent of sweetness…the mottling of Toji’s gleeful pheromones mixing with his lustful ones.
And Shiu’s, too.
And if you weren’t mistaken- was that a faint blush on the tips of his ears?
It seems that Toji notices, too. “See anything to blush about here?” Then his eyes dip down to you. “Oh…right. Heh.” Leaning in oh-so-closely to the other man; Toji whispers in a gravelly tone into his ear. “But if you stand around blushing and bein’ a wuss for too long, then just know that she’s not gonna wait. She’s gonna dry up~”
He spits once more.
So disrespectful.
And then turns down to Shiu and warns. “Don’t eat her out just yet. Rule number one…” Your heartbeat races as he speaks those familiar words - Fushiguro Toji never was one to care for rules…unless it was in bed. “No running.”
“I’d never run from this pussy.” Shiu frowns.
“Not you, nitwit.” Mercilessly, he’s planting a smack at the back of the farmer’s head. “Her. Don’t let her run.”
Seemingly getting the green light to start up his sensual ministrations again- Shiu slowly starts lapping between your pussylips once more. Proddin’ his thickened tip into the deep orifice of your cunt. “B-but she’s not-”
“Look.” Toji interrupts. Just as you were starting to buck and lift your hips off the sodden mattress. “Look at the way she’s moving ‘round.”
“But that’s just-”
“But this pretty cow hybrid is in heat—and you can’t just leave her uncomfortable like this, can you?” Those dazed eyes of Shiu Kong’s open wider. He faintly nods. “So aren’t you the farmer?”
He nods again - looking as though he was about to faint.
“So herd your damn cow hybrids- c’mon- don’t let her run—” Spurred on even further by his words, Shiu’s plunging back in-between your legs and usin’ his tongue for his life.
Opening his mouth wiiiiiide to make sure that he’s able to reach every nook and cranny—the end of his tongue was just so dexterous and somehow managing to slip into spots you hadn’t even known you had. “O-ohhhh, fuuuuck-” Moans just keep bubbling out of your lips. “It feels so good, Shiu-”
And just when it looked as if you were about to buck—Shiu grabs ahold of your hips- so hard that he leaves neat semi-crescent nail marks on your skin. Plopping you back down onto the bed.
Plopping you back down onto his face.
From then onwards, he doesn’t let you move a single inch as he’s thrashin’ away his fat tongue inside your cunt. Stretching that pussy out to his textured tastebuds.
And Toji had been watching the entire display closely…very closely. With his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. “Good.” His head threatens to tip backwards as he gives a harsh tug on his thickened length. “And now rule number two: squeeze those gorgeous legs around your head. Doesn’t matter if you suffocate.”
“That- that’s what I said—” Shiu keens.
“Then why’re you speaking?”
Goosebumps run down Shiu’s arched spine. “Oh…”
“A cunt like hers isn’t to be taken for granted.” Toji tuts from above you, and you can’t help but ogle the way his biceps bulge as he pushes down Shiu’s head. “Deeper.” Harder. “Deeper. Don’t waste time talking. Don’t waste time gawking like an idiot. In fact-”
His heated words make goosebumps scatter across your open thighs.
And you whimper-
“-don’t even breathe.”
They’re both driving you absolutely mad—
Toji catches your left ear between his fingers- as it’s been swatting furiously away the more aroused you grew. So soft beneath his touch.
He uses it to urge your mouth down to where his lap was.
“Rule number three…let her fuck back into you- but only if she really…really deserves it.”
“Make the pretty girl work for it?” Shiu looks up.
Toji displays a priggish smirk. “Now you’re getting the hang of it.”
And you don’t know what sort of expression Shiu might have on his handsome face right now - he was much too…preoccupied for that - but you can sense him nod. Short and sharp. As he keeps on lavishin’ your insides with his tongue; the farmer makes note of just how hard you’re clenching around him. “C’mon, pretty girl—” He pushes down your bucking hips. “Clench a little harder ‘round my tongue, would ya?”
“O-oh, now you’re just mean.”
“It’s what you deserve.” Toji chuckles. “Don’t think I can’t smell your pheromones gettin’ even sweeter- you’re loving this.”
You have no counter accusation - it was, after all, painfully true. And then Toji caresses your sweaty scalp with his thick digits—grabbing ahold of the back of your neck. “Now…lets see if you can be a good girl for me, too.”
An acrid sort of sweetness floods your mouth - because in mere sultry moments Toji has his legs positioned so that they’re practically straddling your face. On the mattress; he’s kneeling to the side of your head and letting his pursed, pinkened cocktip swab across your lips.
He’s rock-hard.
Instantly your jaw’s falling open to accommodate him.
And believe- that there was a lot to be accommodating. For Toji was so many countless inches, thick and decorated in a prominent network of veins across every inch of him. They zigzagged across each of his angles n’ ended up being the most prominent where your sweet spots were—Toji meant it when he said he was made for you.
He had a scruff of jet-black happy trail. He was an angry red at his tip. He was dripping precum.
It puckered out from the divot on top of his shaft—then ended up smeeeeared down the insides of your soft mouth. “Fuuuuck…” Toji himself whispers as he eases in. The bedsprings purr as Shiu bucks against the bed harder.
And before you know it, he’s reaching upwards and biting down on your throbbing clit. “Don’t forget about me, pretty girl. You’re not getting off easy. Rule number three, remember?”
“I—oh.” Shiu’s putting his fingers in now - fingers. Two of them. Long and perfectly calloused from years of hard labor to now massage your tender insides.
Both men are manhandling you oh-so-perfectly: Shiu dragging you down by your tail- and Toji using both hands to maneuver your head down. Letting you take up numerous inches of him. Thick and throbbing.
That rounded end of his shaft hits the back of your throat and you’re immediately coughing-
“Easy there.” Toji lovingly croons…“Not.” And you didn’t expect mercy, did you? Soon enough both of them are running their bodies ragged trying to draw out the most reactions from you—Toji fucking his cock into your suckling mouth, and Shiu hooking a finger not against the roof of your cunt to press on your nerve-filled spots- to make you clench. “C’mon- milk me. You can do better.”
“C’mon, little cow hybrid.” Shiu titters. His digits prove so effective in stretchin’ out your insides even more so than his tongue—and those tastebuds of his remain tickling your clit. “Won’t you squeeze me a little harder?”
“She can’t answer.” Toji laughs. “Got her mouth a little full.”
“Bull got her tongue.”
“Mmmm…” With that said, Toji’s flooding your tastebuds with a thick lacquer of his precum. He increases his pace a little more.
“Just a little harder-” Meanwhilst, Shiu whispers to himself as he keeps probing your sweet, sweet insides. “Just a little- a little—” And at precisely that moment; he’s hitting the bullseye. What else but the place marked X: your g-spot? “O-oh.”
He damn near cums in his pants.
“Just like that.” Shiu continues. “Fuck back into my fingers. I know you can, girlie.”
“Accomplished rule number three already?” Toji asks the other man. “Yer nicer than me- I know that for sure.”
“What can I say? She’s my favorite.”
After a few more thrusts n’ bucks n’ smashes at your favorite spot - you don’t think you can even formulate a coherent thought. You’re being tugged back and forth by both men—and they aren’t showing any signs of slowing down soon enough. “The fourth and fifth rules are a little alike…” Toji rumbles from above you. “The fourth, of course, is to get ready.”
“Get ready?” Shiu asks. Though by the way he feels the heat in the room - your pheromones - flare up, he’s sure you’re anticipating whatever it is.
“And the fifth is to…” The end of that sentence teeters on the edge of Toji’s tongue as he reels his hips back, back, back, baaaaack- “-take it all like a good girl.”
And that’s exactly what you’re doing.
Letting the entire length of Toji’s cock fill your mouth from tip to base- his fleshy cockhead searches your insides like a flashlight. It’s almost too pornographic the way you’re choking on his length—gagging, eyes watering.
To which of course, your beloved mate reaches down to pinch your nostrils closed. “Now now…are you the one in heat or am I?”
“Mmmpf- mmm—” You keen. Moans bubbling from the back of your throat but having no way out.
“Oi- I think she’s close.” Shiu breathes.
He could taste it in the sweet treacly syrup leaking out of you - his favorite. He could taste it in the way your cunt walls were pounding faster than ever. He could fucking smell it in those pheromones of yours that just seemed to flare to life-
“S’that so?” Toji asks. “And that brings me to our sixth and final rule: if she wants something, then she can use her words to ask for it.”
“Hardass.” Shiu scoffs.
But they’re both increasing their pace. For competition or simply to drive you mad?
The sloppiest squelches and pops! fill the room—and Shiu watches as your tail starts twitching agitatedly once the pleasure almost gets too much. Oh his pretty cow hybrid. Once you’re so close that you feel like you could burst- “Toji, she’s close—”
“Then ask for it.” Toji keeps shovelling his cock deeper. Deeper. “Fucking ask for it, doll.”
“Toji-”
Slamming into your throat with a final thwack! His balls were damn near leaving an imprint on your chin. “You can ask the farmer to help you with your heat- but you can’t ask me to make you cum…?”
“She did.”
The tension in the room falters - but never bates - as Toji turns to look at the other man. “What?”
“She did-” Shiu hastens to explain. “Ask to cum, that is…” And as if to prove his point—he’s plummeting a few more pushes with his fingers, scissoring them inside you so that those slurping suctioning noises are extra loud. “-right here.”
Toji waits for a beat.
Before he lets out a little snicker.
Before he lets out an entire laugh-
“Maybe you’re not so bad- for you, that is.” And then he’s boring his forest fire gaze down at you. “Hear that? Yer damn lucky that you’re the farmer’s favorite—hah, better thank him.” Toji’s then tugging your ear to watch you squirm just a little.
He lets out a final few thrusts.
And waits until his cock was embedded deeeep into the back of your throat - and your nose was pressed against those tufts of black at his base. Until you were well and fully stuffed full of him.
“So cum then, my pretty mate.”
And with a few more thorough slashes inside you—knockin’ Shiu’s burly fingers into your sweetest spots, slithering Toji’s length down every crevice of your mouth, you’re crashing into your high.
It’s quick and searing.
It takes over your body faster than you can register. Burning through every other thought and feeling - you’re letting out erotic moans around Toji’s cock, and they keep getting louder as it keeps prolonging. Longer and longer. The more they’re toyin’ with your throbbing, sopping cunt.
Those fervent peaks seem to get stronger - and within you feels practically white-hot in sensation. Pulling off of his bulbous tip. “Sh-shiiiiiit—” Keening out. “It feels so good- it feels so good-”
“You’re welcome.” Toji says. Shovelling his pinkish tip back between those lips.
At the same time that Shiu’s panting. “Anything for you, pretty girl.”
“Don’t fucking stop.”
Of course, as your mates they’re practically bound to listen to your every syllable.
And you don’t feel them rest - even take a breath - until your orgasm was well and almost completely disappeared from the horizon.
Tears of overstimulation were now springing to your eyes. Thighs twitching with the faintest splinters of sensitivity. “F-fuck…” Toji’s throbbing tip falls from your lips. It leaves a thin ribbon of slick connecting you to him still. You’re blabbering. “Fuck, I’m getting sensitive now.”
“Hm…Shiu climb up.” Toji says.
Both you and Shiu share a glance—and with something that looked like a half-shrug, Shiu’s attempting to heave himself up from the floor-
Only to be grabbed by Toji by the hand and yanked onto bed.
The farmer’s letting out a little yelp as he’s finding himself bounced onto the springy mattress - right on your other side. Sandwiched between the two buff, broad men- you don’t think you’ve ever felt your heart beat faster…ever smelled your pheromones so potently…
“Shiu, I need those off.” You huff. Batting those teary lashes of yours.
“Oh.” His face twists into something like ecstacy - how many times has he fantasized about those very words leaving your mouth?
And, flustered, the farmer starts unbuckling his overall one-by-one-
“We’re not trying to wait until her heat’s over.” Toji gruffs. And his veined forearm reaches across you - grasping onto the front of Shiu’s overall and giving it a good tug.
Those buckles are breaking free immediately.
The bull hybrid smiles to himself proudly. “There.”
“I should have half the mind to return you to Kusakabe…” Shiu grumbles to himself, as he takes off the rest of his clothes. That sentence makes the faintest flicker of recognition light up in his brain - really, where was Kusakabe - but it’s evaporating soon enough once you start helping him take his boxers off.
“I’m warning you in advance, however…” He starts.
“Why?”
“Yeah- are you hiding a 21-incher in there or something?” Toji scoffs.
“No no- it’s not that. I’m…above average- probably.” Shiu waves off, his burning blush creeping up onto his face again. “It’s just that I might have made…a little mess when I was eating you out.”
Your brows furrow. “What do you mean by- oh.”
Oh, was right. Right indeed.
Because of course- Shiu was naturally an impressive size. About eight inches. With a much more tan tip than Toji’s - and perhaps even thicker, too - and a girth that made your mouth water. He was smoother than Toji—less veins ‘round his shaft except for a single prominent one that went around the left side. And he was curved ever-so-slightly upright, too.
But what really caught your attention was…Shiu had cum in his pants.
Just from eating you out.
“Oh…” Your eyes widen as you take in the dark splotch at the front of his boxers.
Thick ropey white cum had seeped into it- and Shiu’s hastily snatching those boxers out of your hands to throw them over his shoulder. His hands felt sticky. “But that’s neither here nor there-”
“Of course it is.” Toji says after a moment of contemplation. “I’m adding a seventh rule.”
Yours and Shiu’s eyes pop open.
“Shit.”
“Shit-”
“What?” The bull hybrid looks at you both in mock innocence. “I was just going to say that the guest goes first…”
It’s…unexpected. To say the least. But you weren’t complaining - and by the way that Shiu’s reddened length perks up at the idea, you don’t think he is either.
“Um, so how do I…”
Toji angles himself towards you- “Get up a little, doll?”
You arch your hips off the bed; and Toji’s taking the opportunity to sidle his own hips underneath them. He’s manhandling you so that you’re simply sprawled-out on his chiselled front—and oh, how your mouth waters at the sensation of his rippling pecs and abs. The way they’re massaging you from behind at even the slightest movements—was that his v-line?
And did you mention that Toji just-so-happened to have the cutest ringed piercings through each nipple?
They’re pushing into you from behind once the hybrid hooks both hands underneath each of your legs. And he’s lifting them aaaaaaaall the way up until your knees hit your tits. Spreading you wide, wide open.
A full nelson.
Except…this time, it’s Shiu’s who’s going to be basking between your legs.
The aforementioned man takes a courageous gulp as he shuffles on his knees between your legs - and Toji’s - to lovingly gaze at you. “Fuuuuuck, my pretty girl…you really are so gorgeous.” Shiu whispers- underneath his breath as though he didn’t even mean for you to hear.
His darkened eyes sweep down your body like a caress. “The way that pussy’s dripping so much- shit, s’like a flood down there. Can you even feel yourself?” You’re squirming at his lecherous words. “And those legs. Trembling. And the way you’re just throbbing- I can see it from here.”
You’re gasping as he presses his hot length down on your cunt.
Sandwiched between each of your pussylips: Shiu doesn’t think he’s ever seen a prettier sight. “You’re just so dirty, girlie~”
You shudder.
And Shiu could have kept going- it absolutely killed him to tear his gaze off of you. It really did.
But Shiu could sense Toji starting to get impatient if the slightly souring tint in his pheromones was anything to go by- hey, look at that…he’s reading pheromones now. Mentalling patting himself on the back; the farmer starts slide-slide-sliiiiiding his fattened-up cock between your precious folds. “Easy there, girl?”
“Yeah yeah- we’re easy.” Rolling his eyes, you’re getting jostled as the hybrid underneath bucks. And at this point, you’re honestly wondering which one of you was more excited for his entrance…“Just get on with it.”
“Unlike you, Toji, I don’t just- get on with it.” Shiu sounded offended at the mere suggestion.
And as you both look towards him for further clarification, Shiu nervously bites down on the inside of his cheek and pushes his swollen cock down the slit of your cunt. “It’s just that…” He lets his particularly large tip kiss your hole. “-what if I end up hurting my pretty girl during her heat? I’d never forgive myself.”
“How cute.” Toji snickers. But there’s something that you recognize there—appreciation? “But not if you follow our rules, farmer boy. Remember those?”
Shiu rolls his eyes. “How could I forget?”
“Yeah- recite those.” And you’re gasping once one of Toji’s meaty palms drift up to your face - covering your dazed peripherals. “We’re both going to take turns fucking her using those rules, and my mate’s going to guess which one of us it is—how about that?”
“Mmm, sounds fun.” You smile.
And seeing that gorgeous smile of yours - what else was he supposed to be but putty in your hands? Shiu’s giving himself a few pumps before starting to press into your tight rim.
You’re tight.
So fucking tight.
His brows furrow n’ sweat starts beading at his forehead as he slowly - sloooowly - starts easing his proud cock inside. You’re arching into Toji’s back, whilst Shiu probes into your deepest depths. “O-oh.”
It was something so different.
Although he wasn’t exactly as vein-covered as Toji was; Shiu’s length managed to have the perfect curve that prodded ‘round the roof of your cunt. Somehow directly aiming for those tender spots inside—you’re feeling the pointed end of his shaft draw sensual zig-zags inside and you’re immediately begging for more.
Of course, that’s when Toji’s silently signalling Shiu to pull out.
Replacing the farmer’s cock with his instead.
Thick. Throbbing. Those patterns and groves on his shaft were just dizzying- and Toji’s already rendered your eyes sprinting to the back of your head with but a mere few inches inside you.
He’s making your first ring of muscle streeeeeetch- and pressing a second overlarge hand down on your stomach to keep you from movin’ around too much. And you don’t need to see him to reach blindly behind you and tug on Toji’s newest bull ring—
“Don’t be mean, Toji.”
“S’not being mean, it’s just the rules.” Toji argues. His words come out in sizzling pants against the side of your face - somehow just his presence seemed enough to make your heat symptoms two times worse. “Now that the practice run’s over…”
Your eyes are fluttering open- only to see nothing past the gaps of Toji’s thick fingers. “That was just the practice run—?” Your poor puckered hole was already pulsating with friction.
But neither of them are answering.
Instead, it just seems that they’re intent on fucking any question or comprehensible thought right back into you—because just you’re feeling a sudden intrusion deep into your core. The bulbous head of it swipes apart your puffy pussylips- and the next thing you know, you’re seeing nothing but stars at the neverending inches of one of their cocks.
Somehow managing to probe even deeper than the first time- whoever this was was so fatly swollen that his cockhead opens up plunging crevices inside you. Perhaps even new ones.
You’re gasping away- “Please.” Both men are impressively managing to keep quiet as they’re easing inside. Not completely bottoming-out…but enough to make your toes curl. “Oh, please that feels so good.”
Hips attempting to chase more- he was going so slow.
But just as soon as you do - almost the very instant that your hips are breaking contact with the skin of Toji’s toned pelvis - you feel one of his hands pin you back down. Preventing you from moving a single inch.
Your hybrid ears rustle with the huff of laughter from behind you—and you know that there’s only one man who’d keep a hand oh-so-possessively on top of your womb as he sinks into your soaking wet cunt. Rule number one, remember?
“Toji-” You’re sputtering out, voice breaking so prettily at the end of your plea. “T-Toji move a little faster- ngh, please—”
Yet another failed attempt at a buck. “Good job, doll.” He gnaws on your ear lobe. “But don’t think we’re done here just yet…”
And then before you know it, he’s pulling out. The action lets out the loudest, sloppiest little plop! of pleasure between your legs- and it feels as though firecrackers are going off through your veins.
You’re practically shaking once another intrusion starts proddin’ between your legs. This time a bit more…timid. A bit more hesitant. A bit more inexperienced and careful—and you don’t have to pay attention to anything more as Shiu creeps your legs around his waist.
Letting his tunneling cockhead push into that wet hole of yours.
Unlike Toji, however, Shiu Kong simply couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
“Oh…” It’s just about the most attractive thing you’ve ever heard - like music to your ears. But could you really blame the guy? “Legs- rules number t-two, remember?” This was the first proper taste of that syrupy cunt he’s getting—the exact same one he’s been dreaming of for ages…as much as that makes him sound like an utter pervert.
Maybe he was.
Maybe- what even was he? What was his name? Who was he?
Shiu can’t formulate a single thought.
Maybe he should be concerned about that…but for the time being, he’s collapsing his lower half into you. Funneling the smoother length of his cock inside; the farmer is the first of the two to actually bottom out. Thighs against your thighs. Forehead against your forehead. Cocktip against your cervix.
You swear you’re feeling Shiu intrude all the way up to your throat—“Shiu…keep moving, baby.”
“Oh- oh, you seriously want it?” He asks between uneven pants. And even more uneven are those semi-thrusts he’s poundin’ away at the back of your pussy—unwilling to break contact with your sopping womb for even a split-second to thrust back in. “You seriously want this ol’ farmer to fuck you like this? And that’s not just the heat talking-”
“It’s always the heat talking.” Toji scoffs. “This slutty girl’s always in heat. Honestly- who told you it could come early?”
“S’not my fault.” Shiu taps the side of your thigh to signal to you that- oh…you’re getting dangerously close to Toji figuring it out.
Sure, it seems that he’d deduced by now that there was something regarding the startings of a mating bond between you and Shiu. And what sort of hybrid would come between that? But the fact that Toji himself shared it…
Thankfully in that moment Shiu’s creating a distraction - unintentional or not. Because just a few thrusts and he’s already starting to bead out hot, glutinous cum that sticks to the back of your pussy.
“Shit…” Shiu whispers to himself. You’re sensing one of his hands reach downwards to squeeze ‘round the base of his length—perhaps thinking that that would stop him. But the only thing Shiu’s managing to do is milk out a few more cobwebs of cum that are getting fucked and fucked in by his irregular thrusts. “I didn’t mean to-”
“Time’s up.” Toji cuts him off gruffly. “It’s getting too easy- hurry it up.”
“Yes…sir?” Fuck- he hates to admit it but the bull hybrid was correct.
Ah…you’d expected for the two to alternate between thrusts. But you just didn’t expect it this fast. Because all of a sudden, Toji’s going from merely caressing your front to wrapping his entire left arm around your middle. Oh, those beefy forearms of his were simply indescribable.
Then Shiu’s reeling his sloppy, cum-glazed cock backwards for one of them to replace it in no time.
Such plump inches of their shaft. Such impatient semi-thrusts as he leaves your mouth watering. He’s increasing his pace twofold once you’re accommodating him inside, and Toji’s pressing his palm deeper against your face. “Oh-” And you hadn’t expected them to stick to their damn six (or seven) rules so much, either…“Fuuuuuuck. Is it Toji?”
“Nope.” Shiu chuckles. From where he was positioned in front of you, the farmer leans down and kisses your lips. “Still me.”
In punishment, you’re getting a heavy spankin’ on your stuffed pussy.
“Shit.”
“And the rule-” Toji pipes up from behind. “What about the rule?”
“What about the rule, I mean—” It’s just then that you’re realizing - you haven’t been able to squirm a single inch since Shiu had begun swabbin’ your poor insides. “Rule number one- rule number one.”
“Good girl.” Toji laughs. “Next.”
And you’re soon coming to the realization that they weren’t going to make this easy for you: due to everything from their rapid alternations, to the way that both of them were fucking you so stupid—
“Toji-” You’re dragging your nails down whatever body part of Toji’s that you could reach. His biceps flexed underneath your touch. “And the rule is…oh, the rule is…” Brain landing on the closest one that you think you could remember. “Rule number six?”
“Half-correct.” Toji punishes you with yet another spank. The white-hot pain and pleasure that runs up your cunt is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. “That was actually a trick round - no rule.”
You bite. “Silly me…”
“But half-correct deserves just a little bit of a treat, doesn’t it?” Shiu makes your case.
And the ever-mean Fushiguro Toji considers it for a few seconds - before he’s nodding and letting his fingers dip between your pussylips. Rolling over clit in circular motions. “Happy?”
“V-very much.” You respond.
And so the cycle repeats - as both men are fucking into you like damn animals.
“Shiu? Rule number one-”
Thwack! “Half-correct.”
“Toji? Rule number five.”
Thwack! “Half-correct again, doll.”
“Toji? Rule number six.”
Thwack! Thwack! “Wrong!”
“Shiu-”
“Toji-”
Shiu. Toji. Shiu. Toji. Shiu. Toji.
Over and over again—until you’ve said every rule at least five times, and their names countless amounts so.
It was almost getting too much. There’s another switch; and this time the thrusts are like none before them. They were harsh. They were jagged. They weren’t hitting with any specific target or objective in mind—just with the sole purpose of indentin’ his fat cockhead into every spot inside you, and hitting his hips to yours until you skin was burning-
“Toji?” You’re guessing, “Ruler number- fuck…the one about getting ready-” Based solely on the way that both men had their hands tapping at your hips to let you know when a particularly hard hit was coming through.
“And which one is that?” Toji croons.
“Number four-” There’s a victorious little pebble of precum that Toji’s emptying out into your insides.
“Mmm, good catch.” And you’re feeling the smile crawl onto your face. “But I’m not Toji.”
Fucking—thwack!
“But how about just a little reward?” And then a hot mouth starts kissing down the valley of your breast - from this angle you could only assume that it was Shiu.
Shiu was lapping the soft targets of your areolas…just lightly biting…and oh—he lets out a wet gasp as a thin stream of milk flows from your tits n’ into the handsome man’s mouth. “Oh- this might just be my reward.” He says as he keeps massaging your chest, twiddling his fingers over where you were most sensitive.
“Leave some f’me.” Toji grunts at the other man.
By this point you were a blabbering mess, and it didn’t help that the other two were only growing sloppier by the second. Perhaps it was the heat affecting you three. Perhaps it was the pressure being put on all your bodies - crushed together like this. Hips driving into you again and again and again—
Another globular tip swerves inside you. “I-is it…Toji?” You ask. Your lower lip wobbles at the sudden stretches on places that couldn’t be reached without such a girth - both of them had their merits and it was hard not to long for…both. The mere thought fogs your mind. “And is it…”
Though there could only be one answer. At least for this one.
Your poor tail’s being used as a lever to drag you down onto Toji’s extremely thickened cock until you sat on the bottom of it. “-rule number five?”
Toji kisses the side of your face. “Now that…is 100% correct.”
“And what would you like as a reward? Tell your Shiu anything, pretty girl.” Shiu says—drawing a half-serious scoff from the hybrid.
But of course. There can only ever be one thing.
Your mouth opens and the confession slips out of you before you can think it through fully.
And then there’s a beat of silence- hell, you think even Toji’s hips began to falter. For but a mere split-second before he’s bashing in the soft spongy platform at the end of your cunt—“Oh.” He breathes. “I don’t see why not…”
Thrill shoots through you.
And for the first time in a while - Toji removes his palm from your face. You’re wincing ever-so-slightly at the sudden flood of light, before that expression turns into something akin to yearning as you stare at Shiu’s cock throbbing between your legs.
He was almost out-of-place with Toji’s fat length already stuffed inside you.
“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” Shiu whispers to himself as he glides his blushin’ cockhead to drag along your outer cunt. Uuuuup the planes of your thighs. Lingering on that leakin’ slit that was so stuffed. And then squeezing the very tip-top reddened crown of his shaft into your entrance—did he mention that you already had Toji’s fat length stuffed inside you?
Shiu’s expression morphs at the tightest fit-
“Shit- fucking shit, are we sure—”
“Why not?” Toji asks. And Shiu thinks that that’s damn easy for him to say; especially considering that he was already kept hostage inside your gooey inside. That’s where Shiu was trying to be.
He’s attempting to drag you in using your tail.
The other man is rolling his eyes - and his hips. Letting off a few useless semi-thrusts that doesn’t push him even a single inch inside—not with the extremely plump circumference of the hybrid’s length inside. “Oh yeah? Then why don’t you- hah, pull out and try doing it yourself if you think it’s so easy?
“The early bull gets the pussy.” Toji smirks. “Besides- don’t tell me you’re forgetting rule number five already? The one about taking it all also means that you have to- mmm, put it all in-”
“I remember.” Shiu spits. Hands pushing your legs further open and grindin’ his hips close until his happy trail was roughly massaging your clit. “I’m just saying that it’s hypocritical to talk about the rules when even you wouldn’t be able to-”
“Guys-” You shrill above the constant arguing. “Guys.”
It takes you raising your voice loud enough to make the bedroom walls shudder for them to finally hear you.
And once they look at you- you’re huffing up at them. “I’m making my own rule.” Both pairs of pretty pussydrunken eyes widen in unison. “From now on- if you fight then you have to kiss and make up.”
“What-”
“What-”
“Pretty girl…” Shiu attempts to appeal to your softer side.
“Nuh huh.” Shaking your head. “So kiss—and then just fuck me.”
They share a look as if to question whether usurping of the rule-making was allowed…before it seems to dawn on them that yes—if it was you. And Shiu’s shrugging and leaning in - all the while still keeping his pulsating cocktip present between your folds - and Toji meets him halfway with only a few grumbles.
Shiu moans into the kiss.
And with a resounding sluuuuurp! he’s managing to squeeze just an inch or two of his cock inside. Double lengths stretching your walls until you were seeing white-
“Oh- oh.” You’re moaning. Shiu now had everything he needed to reel his bulky hips back and start pummeling you in time with Toji’s own thrusts. “I’ve never felt anything like this before—”
“Me neither.” The farmer manages through clenched teeth. The sensitive underside of his cock was rubbin’ and getting pulled by Toji’s own - those patterns of his veins, and the rock-hardness that mirrored his own - and even the slightest friction was enough to send spirals of white-hot pleasure pouring out of his bawling divot.
“Tch- fine…me neither.” Toji groans. “But it only feels good because of me-”
“In your dreams.”
Without even being asked to or reminded of the newly-minted rule, they’re pressing a kiss onto each other’s lips—and then yours. Their pheromones twisting and melding into one. Their skin growing even more heated. Their cocks growing faster-
And faster.
Both Shiu and Toji were moving at sloppy, lust-hazed paces that should not be possible for such a tight cranny. And yet they were managing to time it so that you’re feeling both of them exactly in the best ways: Toji and his deeeelicious veins pressing their patterns onto the sides of your channel, Shiu and his upright curve that spotted all your best nerve endings.
They’re sandwiching you from above and below, too—Toji and his Herculean build, Shiu and his similar yet broader- and somehow stronger build.
They’re absolutely ruining you.
Ruining you.
Fucking you until your pussy’s feeling rattled and raw- and your eyes have completely bleared over with tears. Brain fried.
So it isn’t long before you’re feeling the pangs of an oncoming orgasm, and letting your mouth open to announce it—
“I-I’m going to cum.” But in actuality it’s Shiu that manages the declaration. And he’s stuffing his face into your tits, suckling out the sweet sweet milk that your hybrid body produces as he strings your gooey insides with his cum. “My pretty cow hybrid, I’m gonna stuff you full.” Looooong ropes of satin. So hard- that Shiu’s forced to hold onto both yours and Toji’s horns as he fucks your overstuffed pussy through his orgasm.
Those veins of Toji’s were making him twitch in pleasure.
You and Toji are crashing into your high rather soon afterwards too.
“Gonna…oh.” As the forceful waves of dopamine flood through every vein and atom inside you—practically make you vibrate with pleasure. You’re letting your eyes fly to the back of your head, and your toes curl as both men thrash that gooey g-spot of yours.
Perfectly synchronized with every peak upon peak of your high.
The prolonged wave of bliss soars—and it’s around the very crescendo that you’re feeling Toji empty his heavy balls out as well. They’d been thwack-thwack-thwacking! near the bottom of your slit for so long now, creating a carnal ache over your outer pussy- and it just feels so good to feel those globs of cum flood your deepest caverns.
Where Shiu had already made a mess before- “Shit…don’t stop.”
And it’s with renewed vigor that they’re fucking and fucking you through the white-hot pleasure - so good that you’re sobbing. In-between this euphoric experience is when Toji’s keening his hips up into yours- chasing the wetness of your cunt even more—
Not just to fuck his pearly-white droplets of cum inside - but to try and squeeze, fuck, his swollen knot inside.
“Inside—” As you demand needily at your bull hybrid, Shiu watches on in something akin to awe. He starts nudging his hips back as though to give Toji more space-
But you’re wrapping your legs around his hips and dragging him to you. “Rule number one, remember?”
Letting Toji fuck his knot inside you as Shiu has his twitchin’ wet cock stuffed in there, too. The stretch was indescribable.
You think you’re cumming all over again just from it.
“My- my mates…” You’re sobbing out- sandwiched between the two buff men. Shiu leans in to kiss you, and once he’s taking a good long look at Toji too.
“My mates…I suppose?” He says with a sheepish smile.
Toji looks between the two of you, seemingly having connected the dots. “Does this mean I’ve gotta get both of you pregnant?”
You smile. “Sounds good to me.”
Shiu. “Wait-”
Because heats lasted a week for hybrids.
Shiu better get his human stamina used to it.
.
.
.
“I’m sorry…what?”
It’s a sentence that Shiu thinks he’s going to have to get used to a lot—telling people that the cow hybrid you’d had a crush on for the past few years but then gotten mated is actually your mate too - and that by association you’re her mate’s mate but honestly not really complaining about it is…for one a long sentence.
And two, it’s probably going to get a bunch of weird looks.
It sounds like the stuff of a fantasy, maybe even those romance stories; and Shiu’s well and fully aware of how he sounds when he says it.
Which is why he’s telling Kusakabe first - it only seemed appropriate.
“It’s exactly as I said.” Shiu states matter-of-factly. “And you can ask Dr. Shoko if you think there’s been any mix-”
“No no, man. It’s not that I don’t believe you.” Kusakabe interrupts him. “In fact, I think it’s great that you finally managed to do something about your feelings- congratulations, man.”
“Thank you.” Shiu watches the herd from the door to the barn house - inside, the only pair were you and Toji. His breath hitches once you’re walking over from Toji to nuzzle up to him. He reaches to scratch behind those silken ears of yours—“But then what was all that about?”
“Ah- no, it’s just…” There’s a truck honk from the other end of the line, and Shiu realizes that Kusakabe must be going somewhere. “I assumed it was actually about the bull.”
Shiu squints. “The what thing?”
“The bull thing. I guess Toji forgot to tell you since you were a little preoccupied. But last night when Toji took over driving my truck we happened to run into…everything.”
Shiu snorts. “Serves you right.”
“And man- I needed this truck to transport this new bull hybrid for ol’ Gakuganji down in Kyoto. You know how he gets. It’s the only one big enough so…”
And now…now Shiu wasn’t exactly having fun. “…And?” The two of you were looking at him in interest now, clearly having heard something about another hybrid—and Toji especially had had his smirk growing in synchronization with the increasingly ashen look on Shiu’s face.
“And so Toji said it’s alright, but would you mind looking after this new bull for a few days until I get the truck fixed? Just for a few days. I’m actually on the way there right now so thank you. His name is Sukuna and-”
ryomen sukuna asks sweet reader he is smitten with on a date
ryomen sukuna was a lot of things. he was broody, he was stoic and harsh and absolutely detested the saying "think before you speak".
but what he wasn't was a bumbling idiot. (?)
"the uh coffee...at that place...is um—" sukuna's gaze trailed from your wide doe eyed stare to the slight quirk of your pretty pink lips.
his brain short circuited, "...cute" he finished.
you had to fight yourself to not giggle at the tall handsome, slightly scowling man before you as he said the word 'cute'.
"oh? whats the name ? i would like some cute coffee!" you asked innocently.
meanwhile sukuna—whose brain had absolutely gone to the gutters imagining the taste of those pretty pink lips— had to mentally slap himself out of his reverie.
his brain went on an overdrive trying to remember the name of the coffee shop. but the problem was he was more of a protein shake and solely depended on the coffee maker in his dorms for his black black coffee without any sugar or milk.
suffice to say he was very lost.
"ijishi ?" it sounded more like a question.
this time you did giggle. ijishi was a steak house. clearly not in the business of selling cute coffees.
sukuna wasn't sure why it was funny to you, but he counted it as a win because it made you happy.
you cleared your throat, "i was actually craving some steak! i heard ijishi also happens to have some great steak."
your fingers moved to interwine with his , as you stepped closer to him. you tilted your face upwards , smiling at him "...maybe we can have some?"
sukuna was not easily flustered. his feathers certainly weren't easily ruffled. and he definitely didn't blush.
"...ofcourse" was all he could manage.
his brain was currently occupied with taking notes of the finer details—like how your fingers aligned absolutely perfectly with his, and your palm was so soft in his hand. and your eyes. damn they were sparkling in the sunlight.
some of your friends called out your name, reminding you that class was starting in ten minutes.
you went on your tip toes , placing a quick peck on his cheek, leaving a light lipstick stained kiss.
"great! I'm off to class now, pick me up then!" you said happily as you turned to leave.
sukuna willed his heart rate to slow down as he watched your pretty floral dress slowly disappear in the crowd of the students.
date secured.
see? he wasn't bad at this at all like his teammates claimed.
dom!Sukuna who’s fine with you touching yourself, so long as you don’t put anything inside... nsfw 18+ mdni.
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“You’re soaked. Really gave her a workout, hm?”
His thumb swiped between your legs slowly, lazily. Just enough to graze over your clit, still perked and twitching with residual little sizzles of pleasure.
He paused a moment just to watch you clench around nothing, to indulge in the feeling of your clit pulsing beneath his thumb before his touch dipped lower. Calloused fingertips traced around your entrance, smearing the slick left drooling there in the wake of your nth orgasm.
“But not here, right?” He questioned, voice nothing but a deep rumble as he teased at your rim.
You shook your head slowly, feeling dizzy and a little breathless. Brain fuzzy now with the delicate brush of his fingers tracing your neglected entrance, and the way his voice felt over your ears - silky and utterly decadent.
“Of course not,” he soothed, voice still low, painfully intimate, “because only I’m allowed inside, isn’t that right, pet?”
As the last word left him, his wrist finally moved. Two thick fingers slipping inside with an ease that made your stomach drop and your pulse leap to a frenzied thrum. Your body welcomed the contact, sucked the length of him inside greedily until you felt the heel of his palm grind against you.
“Yes sir…” you breathed, nothing but a whisper as you watched the muscle in his forearm jump from beneath half-lidded lashes. Listening to the slurry of wet noises he was beginning to draw from you, and huffing out a choked little gasp each time his palm kissed your sticky clit.
His fingers curled with an obscene ‘squelch!’, petting somewhere deep and tender that had your lashes fluttering closed and a shaky breath escaping from between your parted, raw-bitten lips.
“That’s a good girl,” he purred, savouring the sight of your chin hitting your chest as you began to melt into the mattress, the feeling of your pussy clenching desperately around his digits - blindly chasing a pleasure only he could provide.
he has had many experiences since he turned 18 and he’s now in his late twenties. safe to say he knew every kink, tried all types of weird shit and was a masterful makeout partner. (if he said so himself!)
but here you are perched up nicely, straddling his lap, your hands pulling desperately at the little hairs that gained length from his overgrown undercut.
his large hands palming your ass as you grinded down on him slowly, your mouth moving in sync with his, your faces twisting constantly and your tongue fighting for dominance so hard you smeared a bit of drool on the side of his mouth.
well not like he cared.
he was used to this, used to your rough bites, soft whimpers and tough grip as his mouth worked on you.
so when you trailed off from his lips, your light kisses going down his jaw, turning to bites in between on his neck. he didn’t think much of it, baring the long column to you with a huff like feeding a vampire its next meal.
his hands never stopping their flexing on your thighs, your ass anywhere he could reach as you huffed and sucked on him possessively.
his cock strained hard against his shorts, waiting to get ruined as he nudged you over and over again, getting lost on the sauce even didn’t notice that your kisses started trailing back up again.
until he felt it.
the soft tug of your teeth at the bottom of his earlobe before you pressed a chaste kiss on the spot. mouthing up the column of his now reddening ear, pulling his helix before you pulled back just enough to trace the outside of his ear with your tongue.
you followed the shape, your teeth coming out and grazing on his shell just as you licked the slight dip at the inside feeling him clutch at your body and fucking shiver.
he knew he was done for when he felt your hands repeatedly push his face away as it drifted towards your own and he couldn’t slow down his heaving chest or the soft pants that escaped.
now here he was ear wet, hot and pulsing, it didn’t make it much better he could hear your soft pleasurable sighs before your hands came up and you whimpered almost pathetically in between your mouthing as you left one last lick on his ear before you moved back to his jaw, “mm…satoru.”
he couldn’t even tell you what happened next, your mouth finding his own as he let out the most desperate moan he’s ever heard from himself before you pulled away from him with a pop.
“you just came untouched?”
after that fucking kiss of course he did.
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neighbour higuruma loves to watch you masturbate through your bedroom window.
the first time was an accident. higuruma had just arrived home after a long day of work, shoulders heavy and eyes barely holding themselves open. a flash of light had caught his attention—you, his neighbour, light bracketing you as you pass your window in nothing but a small, lacy bra. his attention caught like a fly to honey, he’d found himself a slave to his own desires as he laid witness to your nightly routine. he’d watched you pull yourself apart, and wished it was his hands putting you back together.
it quickly becomes the small pleasure that lights up his day. he feels disgusting every time—he knows he should tell you, knows that he should stop looking. it’s invasive in a way that makes him sick to think of others doing the same to him. you’d hate him if you knew.
he watches anyway. it rapidly integrates itself into his nightly routine. he works until the sun has dipped below the horizon. he returns home with an unending ache in his back, a throbbing pain in his fingers, an iron weight around his heart. then he sheds his coat, runs a hand through his hair, and settles down on the armchair in his living room and watches as your bedroom light highlights your silhouette.
you always look so beautiful like that. you prance around your apartment in your underwear, lit up by the warm lights you always keep on. every time you retreat to your bedroom, he feels like it’s a show just for him. you grab a toy—this time a vibrator—and look down at it for just long enough for him to get a glimpse. when you lie down on your bed, arching your back and stretching indecently, he knocks his knees slightly wider.
you’re beautiful. you always take it so slow to start, tracing meaningless patterns around your breasts, your thighs, streaks of sensation beneath feather-light fingertips. he palms over himself idly, watching with heavy breaths. by the time you dip between your folds, fingers sliding easily, he’s hard enough to carve stone from the wait. you really know how to tease. he frees his cock from his pants as you spread your thighs wider, tracing slowly around your clit. he rubs his thumb over his cock as you arch on a gasp, fingers pressing with more pressure. when you finally bring your vibrator to your core, rubbing it where you’re sensitive, he strokes himself at a pace as steady as it is passionate; a physical means of getting off on the internal high of watching you fall apart. he comes with your name on his lips, a broken groan that tears itself from his chest.
when it’s done, he cleans himself up and watches you disappear into the shower, wishing you a quiet, guilty good night. the sickening clarity after the act almost outweighs the high of watching it. still, come the weekend, he’s out on his balcony talking to you from yours; you giggle at a joke he makes, invite him to come over, and he feigns unfamiliarity like he hasn’t memorised the layout of your apartment from his nights perving through your window. when he returns home, it doesn’t take long for you to pull out a dildo—it doesn’t take much longer for him to notice.
(one night, you’re going to catch him looking and come harder than you have in months. he’ll be so sick with guilt he avoids you for weeks. yet, every night you’ll keep masturbating with your curtains open and your lights on, hoping with a blooming perversion. every night, he’ll find himself watching.)
when he walks, it demands attention. every step filling up the sound, the area, the density around you so you know that he’s coming.
it’s even in the slight shake of the little trinkets adorning your coffee table as he drops in the couch, his heavy arms on either side of the long couch back.
or how small everything looked in his hands, how loud it was when he set something down even if it was meant to be light.
how harsh a slap to your ass felt every time you walked past him.
or when his big hands engulfed your waist no matter what you did.
how his body covered yours if you were even washing the dishes, grabbing your keys, beneath, over, under him and even in the shower.
even his fucking shadow dominated yours.
he was just big. and you loved it.
you loved every aspect of it, when he would be fucking so deep, the low drag of his dick pulling out from inside you till just his tip remained and he slammed back inside of you.
it was mesmerizing how heavy he was everywhere. how he didn’t need to do much barely lifting a finger or flexing a muscle to move you in any position he wanted.
but it was perfect watching him in missionary his long, bulky figure sweaty above you, his arms anchored at the sides of your head.
steady for him and a reminder for you of how fucking strong he was. how he could hold you in a armlock and fuck you how he wanted.
or he could bend you over anywhere, anyhow and take you cause you were his.
you’d imagine that’s your favorite position anything that demonstrated his otherworldly strength. the slight cut off of your airflow turning your moans get lighter and breathy while he fucked you on his lap.
or maybe a full nelson, feeling the stretch of your legs as sukuna forced you past what you thought your limit was, feeling the burn as he huffed only focusing on cumming and not the desperate squirm of your body with the new found angle.
but no.
your favorite position was missionary, missionary since you can wrap your legs around the sturdy expanse of his waist as he pressed back inside of you.
your arms could wrap, and scratch around his back and pull his large frame over to give you another kiss.
but your favorite part was when you’d press your hand firmly in the middle of his large back, catching him off guard and pressing all 280 pounds of muscle in top of you until you felt your chest constrict.
some might assume you’re a masochist, torturing yourself like this, feeling your body fight underneath your boyfriends as you chased your orgasm.
or maybe feeling the dark tingle in your lower abdomen as he nipped at your neck, eyes slightly wider than usual watching you heave below him but not wanting to stop.
and how hard it was you came when he finally accepted his fate and lessened the weight in his arms to lie fully on you, hearing the breathless gasp escape out your mouth while you scratch and cum helplessly under him.
but even regular life wasn’t much better.
sukuna could chalk it up to a kink, a sick desire you had or a underlying urge to be close to him.
but he couldn’t understand this.
on the train you’d always push to get on the crowded one, even with another a few minutes begin.
insisting that you stood at the door and he covered you, and every single time without fail he crushes you.
his hard body swinging from the influx of people or the harsh curve of the train, pressing you further and further to the door. and it’s not like you would move away, or that you could.
but he would observe your gleaming eyes, the tight hold you’d have on his dress shirt and the bite of your lips as you finally took a deep shaky breath when he would finally get to back an inch away.
though he was also concerned when it was time to sleep.
“c’monnnn kuna” you’d whine spread like a starfish out on your bed while he you watched your shirtless boyfriend at the end of the bed.
whose arms were folded, his eyebrows scrunched as he watched you almost scared.
“this is concerning even for you.”
“please baby, i’m always on top of you anyways.”
“no.”
“no?”
“no.”
yet and still he found himself, not even ten minutes later, laid out on top of you his heavy chest crushing yours again as you hummed underneath him pleased.
“there is no way you’re comfortable under there”, his muffled voice answered as you basically purred, rubbing his back.
“very.”
“and no way you can breathe.”
“gotten used to it.”
you’re unreal. but still he couldn’t be too bothered watching your light breathes when he turned with his bed head and see the small smile splayed out in your face.
and you?
this wouldn’t the last time you’d want sukuna’s full weight.
thinking about higuruma sending you a video of him unbuckling his belt just to tease you. suggestive drabble, fem!reader.
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It’s a low shot of his abdomen, cropped just below the shoulders so you can’t quite catch the way his expression darkens, the heady look swirling in those tired eyes - just the toned column of his throat and the way he’s tugged the knot of his tie loose. His thighs spread a little as he eases back onto the desk he’s leaning on, the movement indulgent and unrushed. His hands creep into frame equally as slowly, and your eyes are glued to them in an instant - the shine of his cuff links, the veins jumping over his knuckles as thick fingers tease the buckle open nice and slow.
The video is quiet, just the sound of his steady breathing and the gentle clink of the belt, heavy metal against buttery leather. You strain your ears just to catch the way his breath hitches a little when he finally unclasps the button, then comes the teasing whir of the zipper as he drags it down achingly slow, tooth by metal tooth. The entire ordeal is a glorified strip tease - a HR report waiting to happen if the murmur of muffled cold calls in the background is anything to go by.
It cuts off just before the reveal, gifting you nothing but a passing glimpse at the bulge pressing through the dark briefs he has hidden beneath his slacks, and a slip of milky skin where his dress shirt has ridden up with the movement. He sends it alongside a simple text message: ‘I’ll be home in two hours. Show me just how patient my sweet girl can be, okay?’
ೀ ⋆.˚ WHY HAVE ONE WHEN THERES TWO ? t. fushiguro + k. shiu
pairings — Grimy Stepdad! Toji x Bratty Fem! Reader x Stepdad’s Bestfriend! Shiu
synopsis — toji is your stepdad and your mother is cheating on him heavily, so you made it your mission to show him what real attention felt like, even if that meant fucking shiu along the way.
wc: 2.8k
warnings/tags: MDNI, NSFW 18+. stepcest, daddy kink, taboo, age gap (toji and shiu late 40’s, reader 22). exhibitionism, voyeurism, brat taming, power imbalance, threesomes, manipulation, teasing, objectification, jealousy, praise & heavy degradation, cuckolding elements (but reverse), infidelity, panty stealing/sniffing, pet names (kid, daddy, slut, good girl, etc.), hidden cameras, choking, p in v, size kink, m!masturabation, sharing, shame play, humiliation, possessiveness, spit roasting, dubcon themes, psychological ownership, spit, creampie, cum eating, throat fucking, aftercare with twisted tenderness. toji is the outwardly gruff but reluctant “moral” stepdad who’s secretly vile and depraved, shiu is casually complicit and just as fucked up.
you loved coming home from break.
winter break, summer break, easter—didn’t matter. the second your mother’s house came into view, that familiar heat pooled low in your belly. not because of her. never because of her. it was because of him. toji fushiguro. your stepdad.
the house always smelled the same—faint cigarette smoke, expensive cologne, and the stale resentment your mother left behind like perfume. she was gone again, like always. another “girls trip.” another week of radio silence while she fucked whoever could pay for her drinks and pretend she wasn’t a married woman while toji sat in the living room of their shared home nursing a beer.
you met him two years ago when you were twenty right after your sophomore year of college. your mother had dragged him home like a trophy after two months of whirlwind dating, flashing the ring like it meant something. toji fushiguro. tall, broad, scarred, thick arms with a lazy smirk and eyes that looked like they’ve seen every sin the world had to offer. he’d shaken your hand that first night, called you “kid” in that low, rough voice, calloused palm swallowing yours, and something shifted in his gaze when you smiled up at him—soft, curious, already a little too interested.
you thought it was politeness. surprise. maybe even a hint of moral hesitation.
you had no idea it was that exact moment he’d make a terrible mistake marrying her… and the exact moment his mind started rotting with thoughts of you.
he married her for the quiet life, he claimed once. a stable home after years of underground work. he was the grimy enforcer type who cleaned up nicely in public but still carried the smell of cigarettes and motor oil. she had money from previous husbands, the house, the lifestyle, and a pretty face. but the way she spoke to him, the constant arguments, the cheating, the way she treated him like he was disposable… it made your stomach twist. it reminded you of the reason you fled to college hours away the second you turned eighteen. to you, she was just the woman who gave birth and checked out.
you never understood how she could treat him the way she did. he was too good for her shit. the more she treated him like an afterthought with a pulse—the more you decided that he deserved better. deserved you.
toji played the moral stepdad part perfectly at first. you ate it up. the tired, reluctant, decent man trapped in a bad marriage who frowned when you flirted too obviously. at first it was little things. lingering hugs when you came home. sitting on his lap during movie nights while she was upstairs on her phone because “there was no more space on the couch.” he was the kind of man who cleared his throat and looked away when you “accidentally” brushed against him wearing nothing but lace panties and an oversized tee that barely covered your ass.
“kid,” he’d grunt, voice rough like gravel, eyes fixed on the fridge instead of your body. “go put some clothes on. it’s three in the morning.”
you’d just smile sweetly, stepping closer until your tits brushed his arm while reaching for water. “oops. sorry, daddy. didn’t see you there!”
or other times you’d whisper to him, lips brushing his ear. “i don’t understand why you stick around. she treats you like shit anyways.” toji stared at you for a long moment, jaw tight, looking ever bit of the man wrestling with morality. “watch your mouth, kid. she’s still your mother.”
he never reacted the way you wanted. never grabbed you. never pinned you to the counter and fucked the brat out of you like you fantasized. he’d just deadpan, sip his beer, and mutter something about not calling him that and “respecting boundaries.” it drove you insane and it only made you push harder. made you bolder.
you loved the game. tight little outfits around the house. “accidental” lap sits while shiu—his bestfriend—was over for cards. whispering filthy things in his ear when no one was looking: “bet she doesn’t even suck your cock, does she? i would. i’d swallow every drop like a good girl.” toji would just stare at you with those flat unreadable eyes. muttering “behave. brat,” under his breath, pushing you off his lap with a rough hand on your hip.
it made you bratty. frustrated.
god, you wanted him to break.
so you fucked shiu.
his best friend—equally older, sharp eyed, cigarette perpetually between his lips. he was always around, watching you with that quiet, calm, knowing smirk. you knew he was hot. you thought seducing him would finally make toji snap with jealousy. you “dated” him in secret for a few weeks. or at least, that’s what you told yourself—stolen kisses in the hallways while toji was supposedly out. quick fucks in his apartment, letting him bend you over the hood of his car when he picked you up for “coffee”, in your childhood bedroom, fucking you raw as you bit your lip to stay quiet when toji had gone to “bed”. sometimes you’d corner him in the guest room, drop to your knees like the little brat you were. he smirked down at you, fingers threading through your hair.
“does your stepdad know his pretty girl is such a slut?” you moaned around his cock, thinking of toji the whole time.
you didn’t know toji orchestrated the entire thing, in fact, he encouraged it. every bit of it. had practically handed you over so his best friend could break you. he got off on that kind of thing. listening to you getting fucked like some desperate slut in your bedroom. he’d stroke himself slowly in the other room, from tip to base, listening to the sound of your gargled moans and sputtering, eyes dark with satisfaction as his best friend used your throat. “that’s it” he’d mutter under his breath. “break her in for me.”
toji had already broken since the day he laid eyes on you. he stayed for one reason only: access. easy, constant, deniable access to you. the sweet little thing who looked at him like he hung the fucking moon while her mother treated him like dirt. he played the part flawlessly. the gruff but decent stepdad who fixed things around the house, who asked about your classes, who told you “no boyfriend this time?” when you came home for break without your usual fling, pretending to be relieved for your sake. he stayed because every time she bitched at him, every time she ignored him in bed, he had fresh material waiting for him in the laundry room.
he was careful at first. moral on the surface. the first time he truly slipped was months after the wedding. you had come home for summer break and left your worn panties out in the laundry hamper near the washer. toji found them. the grimy, disgusting part of him he buried under layers of “i shouldn’t” took over. he pressed the damp fabric to his nose in the dim laundry room, inhaling your scent like a man starved while your mother slept two rooms away. licking the slick from the fabric like a depraved animal before stroking himself quiet and fast. “fuckin’ tease,” he’d growl under his breath, thick cock pulsing in his fist as he imagined ruining you.
he came hard in the seat of your panties, then carefully placed them back like nothing happened.
he was disgusting. and he loved it.
while you were away at university, he’d install a small pinhole camera in your bedroom—disguised as a smoke detector. every break—winter, summer, easter—he’d watch you at night. after a long day you’d peel of your clothes, fingers buried deep in your soaked cunt, moaning his name while you played with your tits. “toji—daddy—please…” he sat in his office, watching the feed on his phone, saving every clip. he’d stroke himself in time with your frantic little thrusts, cumming hard when you whispered how much better he would feel than your pathetic flings.
shiu had been in on it almost since the start. toji showed him the footage one night over whiskey. “look at her go,” he’d said casually, like he was showing sports highlights, phone screen glowing with you fingering your pussy, legs spread wide, whimpering “daddy, want your cock…” shiu exhaled smoke slow, eyes gleaming “lucky bastard,” voice low and dark, not a trace of humor. “look at how she spreads her legs thinking about you. pathetic little thing. you gonna break her soon or keep letting her play her games?” toji grunted, palming himself through his pants. “keep breaking her. i want her desperate when i finally take what’s mine.”
toji let you think you had the power. let you flirt, tease, “accidentally” grind on him. he acted the conflicted moral man—furrowed brow, heavy sighs, the occasional “we can’t, kid. i’m married to your mother.” all while his cock throbbed and filed away every whimper, every flash of skin, every bratty “daddy” you tossed at home when shiu was around.
because he wanted shiu to see. wanted to show off his pretty, desperate stepdaughter like a trophy.
it all came to a head one cold night. your mother was gone again. you had spent the evening teasing toji mercilessly—tiny shorts, bending over in front of him, whispering filthy promises. when he still wouldn’t react, you’d “stormed off” and found shiu in the living room. you dragged him upstairs, loud enough for toji to hear, determined to force a reaction.
shiu fucked you right on your childhood bed, rough and efficient, slapping your ass and calling you toji’s pretty little stepdaughter. you came hard, moaning “daddy” the whole time, thinking it would finally make toji jealous enough to claim you.
you didn’t know they planned this.
toji walked in while shiu was still buried deep inside you, face pressed into the mattress, ass up.
you startled, eyes wide with shock as your stepdad leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, the same unimpressed expression on his face. except this time, his eyes were burning.
“keep going. don’t stop on my account. should’ve known you’d go running to my best friend when you didn’t get what you wanted, kid.” toji said calmly, stepping inside and closing the door. “been teasing me for two years, flirting like some shameless whore. thought fucking shiu should make me jealous?”
shiu chuckled darkly, still thrusting slow and deep, making you whimper. “she’s been a brat about it too. kept moaning your name while i fucked her.”
your mind reeled. “w-what… toji—?”
he moved closer, towering over you. one big hand gripped chin, forcing you to look up at him while shiu continued to use your cunt. “you really thought you had the upper hand, huh? all those little outfits, sitting on my lap, calling me daddy in front of him?” toji’s thumb brushed your lower lip. “i let you think that. made it more fun.”
he leaned down, voice dropping an octave. “i’ve been watching you. every night you spread these legs and finger this sloppy pussy thinking about me. got the camera feed right here.” he tapped his phone. “showed shiu how pretty you look creaming to your stepdad’s name. he agrees—you’re the best entertainment we’ve had in years.” shiu grunted in agreement, hips snapping harder. “lucky man. she’s so fucking tight. been dreaming of sharing this hole with you.”
the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. all this time… he’d been in control. the moral stepdad act, the deadpan reactions, letting you fuck his friend—it had all been apart of his game. you were never the predator. you were the prey they had been toying with.
tears pricked your eyes even as pleasure built again. brows furrowed, lips pulling into a bratty sneer even as you cunt clenched traitorously. “you… you’re sick—“
“yeah,” toji said simply, unzipping his pants. his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, veined, already leaking. far bigger than you had imagined. “but you’re still gonna take both of us, aren’t you? because you’ve been begging for it.”
you hated how much he was right. the humiliation made you ache.
they used you together.
shiu stayed in your pussy while toji fed you his cock, stretching your throat until your nose pressed against his pelvis. they talked over you like you weren’t even there, voices casual and dark.
“pass her over when you’re done,” toji said, voice steady even as he fucked your face. “i want to feel how sloppy you left her.”
shiu chuckled breathlessly. “she’s been sloppy since the moment she started flashing her panties at you. little exhibitionist whore showing off for you every time i came over.”
“i let her because i knew you’d want a taste,” toji grunted. hips snapping, balls slapping your chin as spit started to soak the bedding beneath you. “been dreaming of breeding this tight cunt since the day i met her. fill you up until you’re swollen with my kid. bet her mother would love that.” he held your head there still for a moment as you began to gag around his length. “you’d look so good ruined, kid. tits leaking, belly round, still calling me daddy while i fuck another load into you.”
shiu laughed low, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded you from behind. “she’s clenching so hard hearing that. pathetic. all that teasing and she’s just a needy little slut for her stepdad and his best friend.”
your mind fractured under the overwhelming pressure. pleasure, shame, betrayal, and overwhelming need mixed until you were sobbing sobbing around toji’s cock, cumming hard on shiu’s dick.
they switched positions—toji finally claiming your pussy while shiu used your mouth. toji fucked you like he owned you, which he did. deep, punishing strokes that hit every spot, pressing down on your lower belly so you could feel him rearranging your insides, pushing shiu’s cum from earlier back inside of you with his cock.
“fuck—been waiting two years to ruin this hole,” he growled, eyes locked on where your pussy was stretched so obscenely around him. “so much tighter than your mother’s. this cunt was made for me.” you sobbed around shiu’s cock, mascara running, body trembling from overstimulation. the powerlessness was overwhelming—humiliatingly and shamefully intoxicating. they had reduced you to nothing but a toy between them, and some broken part of you loved it.
toji’s pace grew brutal. “gonna fill you up, kid. knock you up so everyone knows who this pussy belongs to. say it—tell daddy who you belong to.”
you could only moan brokenly, but they didn’t need words. your body gave them everything. when they finally pulled out, you were a wrecked, cum-filled mess—leaking from both holes, thighs shaking, mind blissed out and empty.
toji gripped your hair, pulling you off the bed and onto your knees on the floor. both men stood over you, cocks still half-hard.
“clean us up, princess.”
you obeyed without thinking, broken, mouth open, tongue lolling out like a good little doll as you licked them clean—first toji’s cock, tasting yourself and his cum, then shiu’s. giving them both small kitten licks, cleaning the mess you made like a good girl. they stroked your hair almost gently, murmuring praises that made you nuzzle into their touch and little degradations that made your leaking hole clench around nothing.
“such a well trained princess,”
“good girl… such a perfect cumdump.”
“swallow every drop. that’s it. look at you, all fucked out and obedient. knew you’d break so pretty, baby.”
when you finished, licking every inch until they were spotless, shiny and spent, toji pulled you into his lap on the bed. shiu lounged beside you, flicking open his zippo, lighting a cigarette in the dim lit room. “she’s even better in person than she is on camera,” he muttered.
toji’s hand rested possessively on you hip, thumb circling the bruise he left. “told you. she’s been mine the whole time. you just got to break her in first.”
“you’re ours now, kid, understood?” he murmured against your temple, voice deceptively soft. “no more games. no more pretending. you come home for break? this is what happens. every single time. but dont worry… daddy’s gonna take real good care of you from now on.”
shiu smirked, exhaling smoke. “both of us will.”
you whimpered as you nodded weakly, too drained and owned to argue. cum still drying on your tongue, mind blissfully blank. deep down, the twisted part of you that started this knew the truth: you never wanted the power anyways. not really.
toji let you play your games because it amused him. because it made claiming you all the sweeter. why have one when there’s two? because two filthy older men could ruin you so much more thoroughly.
and you’d coming home for every single break from now on.
toji had pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple, voice low. “welcome home, kid.”
a/n: i hoped you guys liked enjoyed the filth, it took way longer than expected because i gave up so many times. i always imagine shiu and toji double teaming someone so i thought why not write something nasty. part two of pervy nerdjo is on the way! xoxo, ly loves youuuuu 💋! dividers by @/cursed-carmine
satoru is already whimpering before you even duck your head down; that small, reedy whine spilling from his pillowy lips whenever things aren't going his way. his skull is pinned all the way back against the headboard, iridescent eyes glaring at you with a childish, petulant stubbornness.
“c’monnnn sweets, don’t do that… it’s weird,” your husband mumbles, his fingers twitching where they’re embedded in the meat of your thighs, securing your hips down onto his lap. “it’s just wet muscle, no? nothing special...”
but this stagnant cockwarming is pure agony; his thick, pulsing heat is filled to capacity within you, yet today, t feels somewhat insufficient. you crave a more vicious internal shift from your spouse, knowing just how much force it takes to shatter that paper-thin grip he has on himself.
ignoring his protests, you fist your fingers in his fluffy white hair, yanking his head forward to smother his mouth with yours. satoru lets out a muffled groan full of exasperation, his frame locking up, but you offer no reprieve. you part your lips and shove your tongue deep into his maw, slathering it across his teeth eagerly as if to fuse your bodies into one—fluids included.
ovverstimulation wrings him out, turning his spine to jelly and his buffy thighs to unstrung bows as you force him to swallow the pooling excess of your combined saliva. it is a grotesque violation of his sterile world he polishes so obsessively, and the utter humiliation of how much ecstasy it brings to his poor heart paints his cheeks a painful crimson.
“mnh—wait a minute!!” his gasp bleeds into your mouth, six-eyes weeping from pure overload while a sullen pout rests on his lips. “i swear—it tickles me...”
yet, the degrading rush of blood goes straight to his groin. beneath your pelvic bone, you feel the sudden, predatory surge of your husband's cock gorging itself on his arousal, thickening and elongating until he is stretching your walls past their absolute limits. he is quaking, his mind drunk on a single kiss from his beloved wife, slender fingers clawing into your hips with a miserable zeal as he fights the sudden thought that forms in his mind—
he can fill your womb just as you mercilessly filled his mouth.
is it too obvious that ive never kissed someone orrr
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your mouth is full and your knees ache against the polished wood floor.
kento's cock stretches your throat, thick and heavy on your tongue, and you've already been at this for what feels like forever. your jaw is starting to burn but you don't slow down, can't slow down, not when you feel how hard he is, not when you hear the way his breathing hitches above you.
there's a shuffle of papers. a pen clicking. he's still working.
the bastard is still working.
you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper, gagging slightly as the head of his cock bumps the back of your throat. your eyes water but you don't pull away. you don't even try. instead you swallow around him, feeling his whole body twitch in response.
"fuck," he breathes, barely audible over the hum of the office lights.
your hands grip his thighs through his tailored slacks. you can feel the muscle tensing beneath the fabric, the way he's fighting to stay still, to stay professional, to pretend like he isn't getting his dick sucked under his desk during work hours.
but he is. and you're going to make sure he can't ignore it.
you pull back, letting his cock slide out of your mouth with a wet pop. a string of saliva connects your bottom lip to the tip of his dick, glistening in the low light. you lick it up deliberately, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head before pressing a kiss to the slit.
"keep going," kento murmurs, more plea than demand.
you take him back in, but slower this time. agonizingly slow. you drag your tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling every ridge and vein, tasting the salt of his skin and the bitter hint of precum already beading at the tip. your lips reach the head and you suck lightly, just enough to make him gasp.
"good girl."
that two words breaks something in you. you take him all the way down, throat relaxing, nose brushing against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. his whole body shudders and you feel his hand land on the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. not pushing, not forcing. just holding.
you bob your head, finding a rhythm. your spit makes everything slick, makes it easy to slide your mouth up and down his length. you glance up through your lashes and catch a glimpse of him — head tilted back, mouth slightly open, glasses askew. he looks completely wrecked and you've barely even started.
you pull off again, gasping for air, but you don't give him a break. your hand wraps around the base of his cock, stroking him firmly while you run your tongue over his balls. he jerks, a sharp intake of breath, and you feel his fingers tighten in your hair.
"like that?" you murmur against his skin, mouthing at the sensitive spot just behind his balls.
he doesn't answer. he can't. his breath is coming in ragged, uneven gasps and you know, you know he's close.
you take him in your mouth again, all the way to the hilt, and you swallow around him as you pull back. once, twice, three times. each motion pulls a choked sound from his throat.
"i'm gonna—" he starts, but the words die.
you don't stop. you can't. you want this, want to feel him fall apart, want to taste every last drop of his release. you suck harder, faster, your hand working in tandem with your mouth until his hips buck up involuntarily and you feel his whole body go rigid.
he comes with a strangled moan that he tries to stifle behind his hand. hot cum floods your mouth, thick and bitter, and you swallow greedily. you don't miss a drop. when you finally pull away, licking your lips clean, you find him slumped in his chair, chest heaving, glasses completely fogged up.
"you're going to get me fired," he says, but there's no heat in it.
you grin, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "worth it."
he reaches under the desk, pulls you up by your chin, and kisses you slow and deep. you can taste yourself on his tongue.
"lunch break," he says against your lips. "my office. one hour."
your stepdad satoru teaches you his own special way ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )
you’re bent over the desk, textbook open in front of you, equations and diagrams blurring into meaningless shapes. satoru is pressed against your back, his chest warm and solid, one hand braced on the edge of the table while the other grips your hip. his cock is buried inside you, thick and unyielding, stretching you in a way that makes your thoughts dissolve into static.
“come on,” your step-dad says, voice low and patient, the kind of tone a tutor uses when you’re missing something obvious. “that one’s easy. i literally just went over it. what’s the next step?”
you open your mouth to answer, but all that comes out is a broken whimper. his hips roll forward, a slow, deep grind that makes your eyes roll back. the tip of his cock presses against that spot inside you, the one that turns your brain to mush, and you forget what the question even was.
“uh-huh,” he murmurs, amused. “that’s what i thought. c’mon, baby. i know you’re smarter than this. you aced your last exam. what happened? you lose all those brain cells the second my dick goes in?”
you grip the edge of the desk, knuckles white. “i—it’s… i can’t—”
“you can’t?” he repeats, and there’s a teasing lilt in his voice. he pulls back almost all the way, letting just the head of his cock stay inside you, and you feel the emptiness ache immediately. “that’s a shame. i was really proud of you for figuring out the load distribution on that beam. but i guess if you can’t even remember the basic formula, maybe you don’t deserve to cum tonight.”
you shake your head frantically, a desperate noise escaping your throat. “no—no, i remember. it’s… moment… moment equals force times distance, and then you—you—”
his hand leaves the desk and slides around to your front, fingers finding your clit. you jolt, hips bucking, and the words die in your throat.
“and then you?” he prompts, circling your clit slowly, deliberately. “go on. i’m listening.”
“you—you sum the moments about the—the point of—” you gasp as he pushes back in, filling you again in one smooth motion. the stretch is blinding, too much and perfect, and the sentence fractures into a moan.
“the point of what?” he asks, not missing a beat. his voice hasn’t changed—still calm, still patient, still utterly in control. he starts thrusting again, a steady rhythm that rocks the desk and rattles the lamp. “come on, sweetheart. you had this down before i even touched you. now you can’t even finish a sentence.”
you want to cry. you want to beg. the textbook is just a blurry smear of ink and numbers, and all you can feel is him—the heavy drag of his cock inside you, the wet sounds of your pussy gripping him, the way his balls slap against your oversensitive clit with every thrust.
“dad—please—” you manage, voice wrecked.
“please what?” he leans forward, chest pressing against your back, his lips brushing your ear. “please stop teaching you? or please keep going until that pretty little head is empty and all you can think about is daddy’s cock?”
a sob breaks from your throat. you don’t know which one you want. both. neither. all you know is that you need him to keep moving, keep fucking you, keep making you forget everything except the feeling of being split open on his too-big dick.
“that’s what i thought,” he murmurs, approving. he picks up the pace, fucking you harder now, and the desk groans under both your weight. his hand leaves your clit and grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back. “look at the problem. read it out loud.”
your eyes try to focus on the page, but the words swim. “th-the… structure is subjected to… to a uniformly distributed load of… of—”
“keep going.”
“—of twelve kilonewtons per meter, and the… the support at a is a pin, and at b it’s a roller—” you choke on a moan as he hits that spot again, and the rest of the sentence dissolves into a whine.
“and then?” he urges, tightening his grip on your hair. “don’t stop now. you’re doing so good. just a little more and i’ll let you think about something else. like how good it feels when i fill you up.”
your mind is a storm of sensation and broken thoughts. the equation, the forces, the moments—they’re all tangled up with the feeling of his cock stretching you, the heat in your core, the slick sound of your pussy taking him. you force the words out, one by one.
“you… calculate the… the reactions first… sum of forces in y… equals zero…”
“good girl,” he purrs, and the praise cuts through the haze like a blade. your pussy clenches around him, desperate for more approval. he groans, feeling it. “yeah, you like that, don’t you? like when daddy tells you you’re smart while he fucks your brains out.”
you nod as best you can with his hand in your hair. “yes—yes, i love it—”
“then keep going. finish the problem. and if you get it right, i’ll let you cum.”
the promise sends a shiver through you. you stare at the page, forcing the numbers to make sense. your hands tremble as you pick up the pencil, but satoru’s thrusts are relentless, each one jarring your hand and making your line wobble.
“i—the reaction at a in the vertical direction is… is…” you scribble a calculation, praying it’s right. “thirty-six kilonewtons upward… and at b it’s… it’s the same… because the load is symmetric…”
“almost,” he says, and there’s a note of wicked delight in his voice. “you forgot the moment. there’s a couple moment at support a from the pin. that’s not a two-force member when it’s pinned—think, baby.”
your brain shorts out. you can’t think. you can only feel the way his pace quickens, the way his breathing turns ragged, the way his cock pulses inside you. he’s close. you can feel it in the way his hips stutter, the way his grip on your hip tightens.
“i—i don’t—please, i can’t—”
“yes you can,” he says, but his voice is strained, losing that cool control. “just one more thing. the moment at a. what is it?”
you shake your head, tears spilling onto the textbook. “i don’t know—i don’t know, please, just let me cum, i need it—”
“wrong answer,” he says, and slams into you, a deep, brutal thrust that makes you scream. “but i’m feeling generous.”
he fucks you through your orgasm, one hand still in your hair, the other pressed flat against your belly, holding you down against the desk. your vision whites out, every nerve firing at once, and you can’t even form words—just incoherent cries that fill the room. your pussy convulses around him, milking his cock, and he curses, hips hammering into you as he comes.
hot cum floods you, deep and thick, and the feeling of being filled pushes you into a second smaller wave of pleasure, your body too sensitive to handle it. you sag against the desk, boneless, barely supported by his hold.
he stays buried for a long moment, breathing hard. when he pulls out, his cum drips down your thighs, mixing with your own wetness. he lets go of your hair, and your head lolls forward onto the textbook, smearing equations with tears and sweat.
“not bad,” he says, voice casual again, as if he hadn’t just fucked you into oblivion. he reaches past you and taps the page. “but you forgot the moment at a. see? it’s right there. if you’d just paid attention to my lesson, you would’ve gotten it.”
you can’t even lift your head. all you can do is whimper as he smooths your hair back from your face, a gesture almost tender.
“don’t worry,” he adds, and you hear the smile in his voice. “we can try again after you rest. i’ve got all night to make sure you learn this equation. and every time you get it wrong, i’ll just have to teach you another way.”
your body shudders at the promise. you’re already sore, already aching, but the thought of him doing this again—the praise, the degradation, the way his cock fills you until you can’t think—makes you clench around nothing.
usually, before bed, sukuna slides his hand down your panties, placing his large hand over your mound and keeping it there. why? whenever you build up the courage to ask, he simply just shoots you a sharp glance, saying "it’s warm. stop asking questions, woman."
imagine his surprise when he mindlessly slides his hand down, only to feel you were completely bald down there this time.
you’ve never seen sukuna so genuinely confused. his usually bored, irritated expression had faded, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
"brat, where is it."
you look over at him, shrugging. "where’s what?"
he feels around a little more, double checking, nope — not a single hair. “don’t play dumb with me, woman. the hair. where is it."
you were just as confused as he was. did he really love your bush that much?
“i shaved it?…" you respond, watching a slight frown form on his face, similar to a grumpy cat — honestly, anyone else would look at him and assume his entire family had been killed or something.
in your defense, you just felt like changing it up, assuming he wouldn’t care much at all. if you knew it’d affect him this much, you wouldn’t have plucked even a singular hair away.
"why the hell would you do that," he growls, his initial confusion quickly turning into irritation. “put it back, i don’t find this amusing."
you can’t help but let out a soft giggle, feeling sukuna pull his hand out from beneath your panties, two arms crossing in silent annoyance like a kid who’d just had their candy stolen.
"kuna’, it’ll grow back… i didn’t realise you liked it so much," you smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. his expression remains the same, though he doesn’t push you away, silently accepting your affection.
"don’t let this happen again," he demands.
"awwh! you miss it," you tease, poking his chest playfully. he catches your wrist in his hand, grip demanding, yet not firm enough to hurt.
Pairing: Streamer!Gojo x PuppyHybridGf!reader x Streamer!Choso
CW: SMUT.. so much…smut, Dog hybrid reader, Dominant Cuck Gojo, Switch/Sub Choso, Sub reader, gaming, lots of petting, petplay(? shes a dog bro), shy Choso, masturbation, punishment, dp, anal, threesome, blowjobs, spitroasting, praise with degradation, kissing, humiliation(?), remote controlled vibrator (that pink lovense lush thing), facial (cum kind) (i gave up on adding chat lol)
"STOP SPAWN CAMPING MEEEEEUH!"
Your boyfriend groaned and smacked the desk hard enough to leave a pink blooming mark in the middle of his own palm, shaking the whole thing. The other hand was already tugging some overly expensive blue LED headphones down in frustration, white hair all messy.
"Mods! Find whoever suggested this FUCKASS game and kick them!" He practically shouted into the microphone.
Satoru was livestreaming himself playing an FPS game that chat had suggested he try, but of course, he wasn't happy about not being a pro player 5 minutes in.
Oh.
And someone woke up from their nap.
A dreamy yawn escaped your throat, ears twitching and folding up from your skull to listen to your boyfriend start cursing at his monitor(s) once again, getting worked up about people in the speeding chatroom laughing about his temper tantrum.
There was a human-sized dog bed underneath his desk, right between where Gojo would put his feet… enough room to curl up and roll around.
I mean, it wasn't him if he wasn't manspreading.
You let out a small whine when he groaned about something again, slowly sitting up and leaning forward- laying your cheek against the inside of his thigh, the fabric of the grey sweatpants soft against your skin.
The sudden contact had Satoru pausing, as if the little fit of rage faded on contact.
"My princess… did I wake you?" The white-haired man lightly cooed, focusing on the cute sight of your still drowsy eyes and scrunching nose, his hands leaving the keyboard and mouse to start petting your hair, blunt nails scratching behind your ears.
Yoonhater112: !! SIXEYES GET BACK ON THE GAME
melonsmelonsmelons: who is he talking to, bruh did the game make him tweak?
seacock3: @/melonsmelonsmelons nah it's his girlfriend
hybridgooner: OHHMYGOD SIXEYES SHOW HER SHOW HER I MISS HER
The regular viewers knew about you, Satoru had you hanging around when he gamed, but you rarely popped up on the camera- too busy snoozing or sucking his dick.
"Mnn… why were you yelling?" You murmur out, leaning into the affection, slowly crawling up from the plush bed to try and get on your boyfriend's lap.
"Sorry, puppy, I'm streaming- Watch where you put your hands." Satoru smiled, hoisting you up on his lap, cradling the back of your head, chest against chest in a familiar way.
You let out a soft grumble but lay your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, wrapping around him to comfortably cling on. "Too loud.." Your tail was slowly flopping back and forth, waving around in the camera.
"You comfy? I'm still live." Satoru gave a crooked grin, glancing back to the second monitor, seeing the sight of you on top of him.
GooningAvacado: gyatt
ihateovertime: I'm not into furries, but she might change my mind….
ICumOnTrees: how much to buy a hybrid
IDON'Tcumontrees: @/ICumOnTrees u cant buy them anymore lol, go out and touch grass- find one in the wild
"Are you trying to put on a show for them or something? Your ass takes up like half of the screen, baby." He quietly asked against your hair, a sneaky hand sliding down to grab into the flesh of one cheek, the fabric of your clothes not stopping him.
"Toruuu…" Your tail tried to swat him away, ears flattening again to try and pull away again.
"Fine, sorry, sorry. Not that kind of stream." Satoru smiled innocently, patting your ass before fully letting go and helping you climb off. "Maybe go get ready for bed, I'll stop gaming in a bit, kayy?"
-
A few hours passed, a shower taken, tucked in on your side of the bed… but your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, still playing something and talking with chat, your tail flicked across the sheets in annoyance.
Bored of scrolling on your phone, the next best thing to do when bored came to mind.
To explain why you were reaching underneath the bed and pulling out a box filled with various toys, well… you and Satoru were freaks. You liked it that way anyway.
Your favourite was this pink thing… something Satoru had bought to use remote controlled, but he wasn't here to do so, was he?
click click click
The third setting on any vibrator is the best, prove me wrong.
The sound of buzzing filled the space underneath the blankets, and the soft moan that left your mouth echoed from the bedroom's walls.
You nudged the silicone thing between your legs, rubbing it against your panties- and applying more pressure right over the clit.
Your eyes fluttered shut, fluffy ears lying flat, and your back arching up from the mattress.
Just a quickie, you thought, to help you get sleepy.
You were too busy on the feeling of your clit getting pleasured through soaked fabric to notice the rest of the house had gone quiet, the lights in the hallway turned off, and the door to the shared bedroom was wide open.
"What are you doing?"
Busted.
You fumbled with the vibrating toy, trying to sit up and hide the embarrassment starting to show on your features.
"Nothing-"
"Nutting, yeah."
Satoru slowly walked over to the bed, taking his swwwweeet time to let you see his unimpressed look.
You rarely had any rules or things your loving boyfriend forbade; he loved seeing you happy.
But trying to get off by yourself? With a toy no less. That was a big, big biiig mistake. A hit to his pride and an offense to his dick that loved you oh so much.
"Couldn't wait for me to come back? How pathetic." He mumbled, leaning down and taking the pink thing from your nervous hands, dangling it in front of your face.
"Cmon puppy, you know I don't like it if you do this kind of stuff without me… do I have to remind my bad girl what happens when she breaks her one rule?"
"N..no…msorry..!" You tried to paw at the vibrator, wanting him to toss it aside and forget about all of this, thinking that acting cute would get you out of punishment.
But Satoru wasn't fooled by your puppy dog eyes and big pouts.
You found yourself flipped over, thighs pulled up, a rough hand keeping you down by pressing into the small of your back- face in the pillows while having your ass up for him.
click click click
Your tail trembled when the vibrator was slowly dragged up the inside of your thigh, teasing it closer to your needy cunt, all worked up from playing with yourself .
"Stay still for me."
Being edged by the same thing you had tried to get a quick orgasm out of was like pure torture, it didn't help that you could smell how turned on Satoru was by all of this. You knew he was practically leaking through his sweats, and a throbbing cock wanted to fill you up. But he was determined to teach you a lesson.
-
Satoru was petty, competitive, and a bit mean.
Mean because he decided that you crying and barking last night while he watched your poor cunt quiver and try to clench around nothing right before pulling away the toy wasn't enough.
The moment you woke up, he had stuffed you.
Not with himself, no.
The same pink traitor.
Remember how it was remote controlled? - by an app on Satoru's phone.
Breakfast was impossible, sitting across from him. Unable to even lift your cup of coffee without your fingers trembling from the sudden throbbing against your walls. And that white-haired bastard was smiling at your flustered state.
Walking around with your tail tucked between your legs and ears droopy, trying to be good all day, but Gojo just loved to make you squirm whenever you tried to sit or lie down, knowing the pressure would be worse.
"Can I take it out now- p..please…?" You tried to softly ask, tugging on his arm and wiggling your hips around, putting on the best act you could, maybe some mercy would be shown.
But all you got in response was him grabbing his phone and sliding the speed slider up- showing you the setting it was on- the evil vibrations showed on the display.
Obviously, he enjoyed this, having a cute puppy moaning for it to be turned off and unable to stand on her shaking legs was amusing.
It would have been fine-ish (LIE) if it had been just you two in the house all day. But noooooo…. Satoru needed to invite a close friend over to stream together.
Choso Kamo, better known as BloodBag to online fans. He has been friends with Satoru for ages now, and you have met him a handful of times by now, too. Choso was more active on YouTube, making bass guitar or drum covers of some niche rock bands, but he streamed more cozy, low-intensity RPGs or story games. You know the kind.
Anyways.
Choso and Satoru had planned this collab ages ago, Kamo staying over for the night, and a live going on for ages.
What wasn't planned was you trying to squeeze and rub your thighs shut while bundled up in the fluffy dogbed underneath the desk, acting unsuspecting while staring up at the two men sitting at the desk, fiddling with controllers and having some banter about the jiggle physics of their characters.
The setting your boyfriend had left the toy buzzing inside of you was fairly low, so neither you nor it gave away what was happening underneath.
Obviously, a whimper or whine escaped if you shifted, and the silicone would press against a spot that was a bit too sensitive.
Choso did glance down from your nervous sounds a few times, but the man looked more bashful than you after making eye contact.
"Chos! Watch out, that boulder is following you- DUDE!"
"Sorrysorry… got distracted."
A cut-scene played on screen, giving everyone a little break, Choso quietly talking to the viewers, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie.
Doing a poor job of trying to ignore how Satoru was leaning back in his chair, looking down, where you were starting to feel a bit too warm now. Not to mention the odd app Satoru had pulled up, using his thumb to slide some sort of wavy line up and down.
Choso tried not to look underneath the desk, he could hear some sort of thrumming sound getting louder- just the pc probably. Nothing else that could vibrate, yeah.
His eyes flicked down, meeting your watering ones, the sight of your pitiful little face almost had him cry, too.
Maybe Satoru bought some more RAM… he has the money for it- or fans. Actually, the pc fans-
"Chos! Want anything to eat? I'll head to the pantry to grab a snack."
Choso's eyes snapped back up, panicking a bit.
"YeahYesYes- ahem, yeah, some chips would be.g..good…"
Not nonchalant at all, but it got Satoru to get up, pat the nervous man's shoulder, and walk out of the room, phone in hand.
Not even a second after you were moaning, trembling all over, with a hand sloppily attempting to cover your mouth.
That bastard.
The whirring got impossibly loud, having you try to sit up and shove a hand between your thighs. Some saving grace to having the guy you were sitting in front of and an ongoing livestream of thousands of people hearing you start to whine.
Choso, the poor guy, managed to mute the microphone and pull back enough to glance down, unsure, dark eyes meeting your droopy ones.
You tried to open your mouth to tell him to look away, but another pulse had you almost orgasming on the spot.
Subconsciously, your wobbly legs had shifted forward, as if wanting to crawl towards the dark-haired man.
"C..choso..s..sorry… mmmn.."
Not even sure why you were apologising, but while straddling the side of the fluffy dog bed, you couldn't do anything else. You reached out, desperate, fingers grabbing into his pants to hold on while your hips ground down into the almost pleasurable edge- humping the wall of the dog bed like some mutt in heat. Which you kind of were… unable to control the string of lewd moans flying out after a bit more fiction.
The wetness from your cunt had seeped through your panties and shorts at this point, a wet splotch forming between your thighs.
Kamo, somewhat still able to think, paused the livestream and brought his hand up to cover his face. But he was a simple guy, seeing a cute girl… with a shaking tail and flopping ears after each pathetic hip roll… he just had to peek through the gaps between his digits, flushed skin showing.
Seems like both of you weren't too in control of your limbs, his free hand twitched awake, sliding from holding on to the armrest to palm at a growing bulge.
Choso had noticed you acting a bit… needy the moment he had sat down with Gojo, and the little breathless gasps and mewls in the background while they both gamed had his cock straining against his boxers uncomforably, managing to hide it well till now.
"A..are you alright?" Choso breathed out into his palm, feeling stupid for asking such an obvious question, but he had to say something-
His trying to converse ended in you shuddering, fluffy tail standing up straight. And shifting off of the dogbed, another hand gripping into the fabric of Kamo's pants to crawl towards him, sniffling when the vibrations inside didn't stop hammering around.
You wanted to climb on his leg to use it instead of the dogbed, eyes getting bigger and lips parting- tongue flicking out to lick the corner of your lips, gazing at the throbbing thing in Choso's hand, the outline of it calling to your overstimulated brain. He hadn't stopped palming himself, hissing after dragging his thumb to the tip and pressing down. A tempting sight to a deprived hybrid.
The mastermind of this whole incident strolled in right when you planted your sopping cunt on Choso's foot, the fabric of your shorts and his sock shifting while you tried to rub against it.
"You two having fun?"
Chosos froze up, the hand over his face not budging an inch. An even more embarrassing situation- I mean, he was literally holding his dick while his friend's girlfriend tried to hump his leg. Not to mention that buzzing-
"Sorry, m..man..she just-" The turning red one tried to explain.
"Don't worry, Chos, keep going." Satoru smiled, tossing the bag of chips in his hand away to casually walk closer, tucking his hands in his pockets.
You, trying not to start crying from frustration, hugged Choso's calf, ears flicking up and then back down.
"What's wrong, puppy? Don't you want him to help? Cmon, ask nicely." Satoru leaned down to coo at you, face beside Chosos.
You sniffled, unable to keep still, and kept nudging your hips forward again. " Chos… c..can you help me.. please?"
He clearly struggled to keep calm; his hand dropped down from his face, hesitant to reach out, but a few fingers ran through your hair before guiding your head forward. "Yeah… yeah.."
Satoru stood up straight, watching from above while you gladly smushed your head in between Choso's thighs, gasping at the feeling of the lengthy hard on against your cheek, the warmth seeping from the fabric to your skin.
"Good girl… You gonna suck him off? Go on. I'll watch." Gojo encouraged, walking behind you both and landing in the empty gaming chair, pulling his phone out to fiddle with the settings for the vibrator.
Choso had one hand in your hair, gently pulling you closer- the other was tugging down the waistband in a hurry. Once freed, you wasted no time to start lapping at the leaky tip, eyes half-lidded and glossy lips kissing at the salty skin.
The view of you still trying to hump at Choso's leg, hips wobbling and tail wagging like crazy, ears flat and eyes focused on the obscenely large, pale dick in your mouth had Satoru biting the inside of his cheek, shifting and spreading his legs… it started to grow too uncomfortably tight in his pants.
The soft groan and breathy whimper Choso let out after you hollowed your cheeks and slurped on his cock had Gojo's breath hitching.
After a bit of getting to watch you try to deep-throat Choso and form a puddle of arousal, Satoru couldn't stand cucking anymore, abruptly standing up and reaching over to tug on your fluffy ear- pulling you off of Choso with a wet POP! The vibrations stopped, too. It seems like either the battery ran out or your boyfriend gave you a break from that torture.
The slobbered dick twitched, making Kamo shudder and slump back into the chair, downturned eyes flicking back from Gojo to you.
"Get her on the couch, Chos. Be good for me." Satoru exhaled, fingers twitching to his own pants.
Choso, the obedient puppy number two, stumbled up, carefully pulling you up and helping you to the couch in the back of the streaming room.
It was everything you had ever wanted, without hesitation Satoru had told Choso to bend you over, your boyfriend claiming your mouth, toying with your tongue with his fingers before helping a familiar girth over it, filling your throat completely, a palm under your jaw and one on top of your head, between your ears.
"Such a cute slut… cmon, talk to us, who tastes better, hm?" Gojo teased, making sure to nudge down further when your throat tried to choke out some sort of incoherent words as an answer, making fun of the fact that you were unable to say a word. The neatly trimmed white hair was tickling your nose, just how you liked it- drool dripping down your chin.
"Chos, are you getting shy? Can't you see her pussy waiting to get stuffed?" Satoru grinned across to Choso, who was trying to be polite… as much as he could, taking his time to slide down your shorts and panties… the soaked fabrics not even comparing to the sight of glistening, puffy folds being revealed to Choso- the little pink tail of the vibrator was tempting him.
"Chooss… you can take it out, I know you want to replace it with your own meat. I'm sure she wants something bigger than that silicone thing." Satoru kept talking, making the other man look flustered, watching as your tail swayed to the side, as if giving him some opening to take it out.
Sloooowly, the pink vibrator was pulled out, having you squirm and splutter around Satoru's base, your spit spilling down to his heavy balls at this point.
Your empty walls clenched and unclenched around nothing, ears flattening further and tail drooping, feeling empty had you starting to whine and cry about it.
No worries, Kamo knew how to cheer you up.
Slurp sluuurp choke… twap..thwap.. smack..!
Aren't you glad Choso paused the stream and cut the mics off? The whining and male groans, accompanied by lewd skin-to-skin and sucking sounds, sounded like some porno.
The more timid one was gripping your waist and spreading the fat of your ass to watch the other hole twitch every time he filled your cunt to the hilt.
Gojo was petting your head, taking shallow breaths when you were forced to move forward by the motion of Choso behind you.
Sandwiched by two girthy cocks messing up your insides had you blissed out.
"Scootch over a bit."
"But-"
"Don't worry, it'll fit."
Satoru had the brightest idea ever. Instead of taking turns, why not go at the same time?
There you were, lying on top of Choso, sniffling and licking at his jaw while Satoru spread your cheeks, you looked pretty stretched out by Kamo already, but…
An excited pink tip was trying to push inside, having you arch your back even more, letting out a cry at the way you were getting split open.
Choso got worried once again, shushing you and rubbing your back to try and get you to calm down. But when that didn't work, he captured your lips with his, keeping you distracted with a tender kiss.
The initial stretch and discomfort were worth it, clinging on to the dark brown-haired man, tongue and every moan being swallowed by him too.
Meanwhile, Gojo was groaning in your ear, making sure to run his hands across your body, your tummy, while being balls deep inside together with Choso. The feeling underneath his palms of your insides being stuffed full with both of them almost had Gojo cumming. But he wanted to be nice to Choso for doing what he was told this whole time.
"Dude… s..shit.. tootight… hey, you wanna- you want to do anything before we cum? Haah.. not gonna last like this…" your boyfriend mumbled out against your shoulder, trying to talk to Choso, who was still pretty busy with whimpering around your drooly tongue and canines.
Maybe Gojo shouldn't have asked, more for you than him, but.
You were sat upright now, tail slowly wagging, eyes watering, and pupils blown, Satoru still inside and slowly grinding his hips upwards into yours, hands caressing your sides and face, now being the one calming you down.
Your spine tensed, hands clung onto your boyfriend's biceps… Kamo was easing himself in past the rim, gently massaging your hips and the globes of your ass to relax the muscles.
"Shh.. it'll feel really good in a bit… promise.." He finally spoke up, too, placing a sweet kiss in the middle of your back.
Again, he was right.
Having both of them pistoning in and out in and out in a matching rhythm around your fluttering insides had you cumming- unable to tell them because all the words on your tongue were lost, blabbering and slobbering against Gojo while having both holes properly jammed full.
Oh, and of course, that wasn't it.
You were pushed to sit back on the couch after them agreeing to pull out leaving you gasping and overstimulated, the two of them standing above you.
The intense sound of rushing palms with wet skin filled your senses, making your jaw unhinge and loll your tongue out.
Lovely, warm splurts covered your face, eyes fluttering shut as you licked your lips, the two differently tasting loads made you shiver.
"Clean her up, Chos."
Such a good boy he was, lightly cupping your face and lapping up both his own and Satoru's release, making sure to give you one last peck on the lips too.
-
"Chhaaatt!! Sorry for the wait, I had some technical difficulties. But look who's decided to join us now, gush about how cute she is instead of complaining, yeah?"
All three of you were at the desk once again, you now tucked between the two on your own seat, a small smile on your face as Choso pet you, letting Gojo do the talking.
The stream went on, and nobody questioned why the pillows and plushies were thrown about in the background… or the change of clothes.
Yoon's notes: this took me so long for no reason. HOPE U LIKEEE
˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓑.𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 𓂃 ⭒ bounces you on his cock cause he thinks you're stupid
⤿ ꒰ he's always seen you as nothing but a stupid, pretty girl :: college au :: slight angst :: smut :: mean satoru :: degradation :: f. oral :: fingering :: riding :: dumbification :: overstimulation ꒱
꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ has been your worst nightmare since highschool. belittling you, shaming you, making you feel like you were the dirt beneath his shoe. unlike other bullies, he didn't have to push you around and slam you into lockers to make your gut twist. no, all he had to do was toss you a smug smirk over his shoulder whenever your mathematics exams were handed back. his red-circled A++ crumpling your hopes into your measly B-. you thought things would be different in college.
꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ was nothing if not dedicated. to his valedictorian status and his relentless belittling. hell, the second you stepped foot into your quantum physics class— he scoffed. then grinned as you reluctantly made your way to the only empty seat. . . right beside him. “my, what's the bimbo doing here? daddy's money must be doing wonders.”
꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ rolled his eyes as he passed by you in the hallway and saw you talking up a male classmate. muttering under his breath, “no wonder your grades are falling.” only to send you a wink when he catches your crestfallen look.
꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ was not impressed when you were both paired for an assignment together. he actively tried to protest against the professor, but soon settled for it. before you knew it, he was in your dorm and grumbling over a textbook. shuffling over his laptop with an cooing tongue click and condescending head tilt. “aww. you really don't get it, do you?” then grinned mockingly as you shook your head with big eyes and a trembling lip. “silly girl. looks like I'll be carrying us again.”
꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ rolled his eyes when you came to him all teary because— he was right. your grades were slipping. hell, you never wanted to be in astrophysics. your parents forced you. and now here you were with a crumpled up paper in your hands and crying to your bully, begging him to tutor you. he agreed with slumped shoulders and a groaning, “fine, whatever. just don't waste my time.”
꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ was awful the entire time, no matter how hard you tried. he'd explain things that your brain couldn't process and lecture you when you wouldn't get it. and when he had enough of your tears? he snatched your chin, thumb swiping below your eye. “stop it.” he muttered. “stop it. stop crying. you can't help that you're stupid, now can you?” and when you didn't? well. . . let's just say he was inclined to make you cry in a more pleasurable way.
꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ soon enough, had you sprawled over the table. textbooks and stationary strewn all over as he thumbs on the soaked fabric between your quivering thighs. creating a perfect friction against your trembling clit as you bucked and whined into him. another hand dwarfed your inner thigh as he pressed it down, keeping you wide open with a grinning, “now what did I say? keep those legs open for me. you can do that, right? not too dumb for that?”
꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ took great pleasure in making you pay for wasting his time. he sucked on your clit through your panties until they were drenched with his saliva and your messy cum. allowing you to grip his hair only when he yanked your panties down and latched his mean mouth onto your pussy. licking, suckling, ruining you on his tongue while he glared at you from over his glasses. “suuuchhh a slut,” he huffed, fogging his spectacles. “no wonder those grades are slipping.”
꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ fingered you open with two long digits. lips fixed to your clit and assaulting it with his tongue as he surged you through yet another sticky orgasm. fingers slow, steady and cruel while his mouth was ravenous. switching between your slit and throbbing nub. doubling down when you clung to his hair and whimpered out his name. he wouldn't admit to how hard he throbbed when you whined it like that. instead he dragged his tongue from your slit to your clit and groaned into the stringy mess.
꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ leaned back into the chair and let you bounce on his cock. it was the least you could do after wasting his time, right? “stupid girl,” he huffed, swallowing a groan as he tweaked on your nipple. grinding his hips up filthily. once, twice, until you were clinging to his shoulders and humping on him like a pitiful slut. he clicked his tongue and watched as your pussy stretched. squelching and squirming all over him. “maybe you should just drop out, huh? drop out and be a slut for a living. you're better at it.” as he spanked! your ass. then gripped tight.
꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ who toppled you over him when your bounces became weak grinds. hands fisting your ass and squeezing you on his thick cock as he pounded up until you were whining and drooling in his ear. leaving behind a gooey ring of cream round his base and bubbling your webbed mess all over. his name was on your lips like a lewd prayer. desperate pleas and whines as his pubic bone caught your clit with every rough slam. “just can't do anything right, can you sweetheart? fuck, stupid little girl with the prettiest pussy.”
꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ lost himself when you creamed him for the nth time that day. a hand fixed to the back of your neck as he rolled his hips up in jagged thrust. making you whimper. squirm. and all he did? grin. “there ya go. that's it. take it. fucking. take it.”
꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ was not prepared for your lips crashing onto his. for your hands clinging to his hair and your whines spilling into his mouth. and most definitely not for your spluttered little: "I love you— I love you satoru— toru, toru I love you, I love you!”
꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ had to leave the second he'd cleaned you up and tucked your sleeping form into bed. stumbling back to his dorm, slamming his door shut. he white knuckled the counter and hunched over. heart pounding in his ears as he replayed your words over, and over again. I love you. I love you satoru. he scrubbed a hand down his face. cupped his mouth and nose as he breathed heavily, then looked into the mirror. hair disheveled. eyes puffy. no, no, no no no no no. what the fuck did he just do?
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brat! reader demanding boyfriend 𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 to hold her hand while he carries all the bags
your hands feel weird. empty, you note suddenly.
then you look at your boyfriend walking just 2 steps ahead of you. both of his hands full of shopping bags and grocery packets.
it must be heavy. it is heavy. that's why sukuna is carrying them and not you. you give a sigh of appreciation as your eyes roam over his frame.
tall , dressed in dark shades, muscles pulled taut. quite the head turner. and more than capable of carrying a few bags, you mentally note.
your friends often complained about their partners expecting to split the baggage. half n half and shit that felt so absurd to you that you had obnoxiously bragged about your husband demanding that you 'do not lift a single finger'.
the girls had the audacity to look skeptical.
you pull up the camera app on your phone and click record.
"baby?" you call out, pretending to scroll. the camera records your man as he half turns his head.
"why aren't you holding my hand?" you demand like a spoiled brat. you catch the faint upward tug of his lips as he turns his head to face forward again.
then he releases his pinky from under his grip on the bags and slightly points it. you let out a happy sound and grab onto it. making a point of zooming in your camera on the view.
then you reverse the camera and film your face.
sukuna often tells you to wipe that smug look off your face. but how can you when you bagged such a hot deal?
so you give your brattiest grin and lean your head against his bicep. the camera doesn't capture his face, he is too tall for that.
sukuna doesn't comment, even as he watches the display. what can he say? he quite likes being shown off by his princess.
︵ ೀ mdni. casual with satoru ( but it’s actually not casual at all )
“stop talking and take off your clothes.”
you cut satoru off, staring at him from the edge of the bed. he showed up at your place talking about some mission, some curse, some dumb shit that happened with his students like you two were actually dating.
“why are you telling me this?” you ask, again. “we’re here to fuck, right? not play boyfriend and girlfriend.”
satoru pauses, then that lazy smirk spreads across his face. “yeah. you’re right.”
he doesn’t waste time. he pulls his shirt off, drops his pants, and pushes you back onto the bed. before you can say anything else he’s between your thighs, spreading them wide. he drags your panties down and buries his face in your pussy like he’s starving.
“fuck,” you moan as his tongue slides up and down, hot and wet. he licks broad and messy, then sucks your clit between his lips. you grip the sheets, hips bucking against his mouth. he eats you like he always does—greedy, sloppy, perfect.
but something feels different tonight.
every time you look down, his bright blue eyes are locked on yours. he doesn’t close them. he watches you the whole time, pupils wide while his tongue works your clit and two thick fingers push inside you. there’s heat there, sure, but something softer too. something that looks way too much like love.
you try to ignore it, but you can’t. not when he stares at you like that.
satoru curls his fingers and sucks harder. you whimper, thighs shaking around his head. without breaking eye contact he reaches up and grabs both your hands, locking his long fingers with yours. he pins your hands to the bed beside your hips and holds them tight while he devours your pussy.
“satoru—”
he hums against your clit, the vibration making your back arch. his grip on your hands stays firm, warm, almost possessive. those eyes never leave your face, even when your thighs squeeze around him and you start grinding against his tongue.
you can’t shake the feeling. it’s not just hunger in his gaze. it’s more. and it scares you how much you like it while he fucks you with his mouth and fingers, holding your hands like he never wants to let go.
