#garousmut

with every powerful thrust, your mind hazed over, surrendering to the filthy, dizzying state that enveloped you. his voice, low and commanding, cut through the heavy air, igniting a shiver of excitement and raw pleasure that coursed through you.

“whose pussy is this?” he growled, his tone laced with intoxicating possessiveness. each relentless drive of his cock into you sent shockwaves of bliss reverberating through your body, leaving you breathless and aching for more.

you were completely and utterly his, lost in a tide of sensation that blurred the line between pleasure and surrender.

you could hardly think straight, your senses overwhelmed by the feel of his cock splitting you open, the heat building with each ruthless stroke.

the world blurred as you struggled to form a coherent thought, your body a moaning, trembling mess beneath him.

“yours! yours! yours, garou!” you chanted like a prayer, your voice breathy and desperate.

each word spilled from your lips like a mantra of surrender, an affirmation of the filthy connection between you.

the way he moved was mesmerizing—each thrust deliberate, brutal, and deep, designed to stir every nerve in your body.

you clutched the sheets, your fingers digging in so hard your knuckles turned white, the fabric crumpling as if it could anchor you amidst the rising tide of sensation.

his scent surrounded you like a heady fog—a mix of sweat, musk, and heat—filling your lungs, making you light-headed.

each slam of his hips sent ripples of ecstasy coursing through you, the tightening coil of pleasure deep within, the heat pooling low in your belly, a blissful pressure that threatened to spill over.

you thought to yourself, how the fuck did i end up in this situation?

FLASHBACK:

the night had started off innocent enough. you’d just gotten out of the shower, hair damp, a towel hanging loosely around your shoulders. you and garou were sprawled out on the couch, flipping through channels, looking for something to watch.

it was just background noise, a reason to be close, your shoulders brushing as you sat next to each other.

banter flowed naturally, as it always did with garou. his teasing was easy, the kind that always made you want to throw it back at him.

“i’m just saying,” garou drawled, a grin spreading across his face, “i don’t think you could handle my backshots.”

you snorted. “please, i could take it and then some. i’m not one of those weaklings you fight all the time.”

he raised an eyebrow. “is that right?” his eyes narrowed in challenge. “i think you’re bluffing, babe.”

a spark of defiance flared inside you. “oh, i’m bluffing? you really think i can’t handle your so-called thunderous backshots?”

he laughed, a low rumble. “nah, i don’t think you can handle my thunderous anything.”

you weren’t about to back down. you shifted closer, tone daring. “prove it.”

that was how you ended up here—on all fours, garou behind you like he was about to win a championship. his hands gripped your hips, firm but steady, and you could feel the tension in his body like a coiled spring ready to snap.

he leaned over, his breath hot at your ear. “you sure about this, babe? i don’t want you crying halfway through.”

“shut up and do it,” you shot back, and before you could say anything else, he was moving, slamming his cock into you with a force that knocked the air out of your lungs.

“woah, okay!” you gasped, fingers curling against the sheets. he chuckled behind you, clearly enjoying himself.

“what’s wrong?” he taunted, picking up the pace. “i thought you said you could handle it.”

you bit your lip. “i can handle it, just… ease into it, damn.”

garou snickered. “ease into it? what happened to all that big talk?”

“i’m just warming up,” you shot back, though your voice cracked. his rhythm was relentless, each thrust making you bite back a mix of curses and moans.

“hey, you’re the one who wanted to prove a point,” he teased, “i’m just helping you out.”

you surrendered to the moment, arching up to meet his every thrust, pushing back against him in a desperate plea for more. the heat radiating from your cunt was insatiable, a burning need consuming you whole.

garou’s hands gripped your hips harder, his fingers digging into your skin. with every thrust, he drove his cock deeper into you, and each time, his palm came down against your ass with a loud smack.

the sting spread through your skin, a sharp burn that made you whimper—but damn, you loved it.

“you love it, don’t ya?” he taunted, his voice rough with amusement. “i can see it all over your face.”

“shut up,” you shot back, your voice breathy, cheeks burning with a mix of pain and pleasure.

garou chuckled, low and wicked. “nah, babe, i think you like it when i hit a little harder.”

his hand came down again, another sharp slap that made you gasp, your body jolting forward. the sound echoed in the room, your ass flushed red beneath his hand. you couldn’t hide the way you pushed back into his cock, wanting more.

“oh, you definitely like it,” he continued, his tone dripping with cocky confidence. “don’t try to deny it now.”

the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room like a primal beat, drowning out all other noise, making your heart race faster in time with the pulse of your excitement.

every thrust from garou sent jolts of filthy pleasure through you, igniting every nerve ending and leaving you breathless. you felt the heat radiating from your skin, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you surrendered completely.

END OF FLASHBACK:

it was getting too much—garou’s pace was brutal, each thrust driving deeper, harder, and you were on the edge of losing it. your mind was a mess, every nerve in your body firing at once.

desperate, you reached back, pressing your hand against his lower stomach to slow him down. but before you could catch your breath, he smacked your hand away.

“nuh-uh,” he growled, not breaking his rhythm. “you’re gonna take this cock, baby—all of it.”

“i’m trying!” you gasped, trembling. “it’s just—”

“no excuses,” he cut you off, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “you said you could handle it, so handle it.”

“easy for you to say—you’re not the one getting fucked into the mattress,” you shot back, breathless.

he chuckled, low and deep. “you should’ve known better by now,” he said, his voice dripping with cocky amusement. “i don’t do anything half-assed.”

“good girl,” he breathed out, the praise igniting another spark of pleasure in you.

“i’m gonna cum in this pretty pussy and get you pregnant,” he grunted, his voice thick with desire as he delivered another sharp slap to your ass.

you yelped at the sting, drool spilling from your mouth, pooling against the sheets. every ounce of you focused solely on the way his cock moved inside you, the rhythm dragging you further and further into bliss.

“look at you,” he said breathlessly, voice rough. “so eager, so fucking ready.”

“yes… yes, please!” you whimpered, barely audible.

his eyes gleamed as he leaned over you. “good girl. i’m gonna give it to you,” he growled just before thrusting harder, pulling an uncontrolled moan from your lips.

as he ground into you, the slap of skin against skin became a rhythm, a primal beat synchronizing with the wild pounding of your heart.

“you’re gonna take it all,” he growled, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.

“yours!” you gasped, the word spilling from your lips like a prayer. “i’m yours!”

“that’s right,” he grunted, voice intense. “you’re mine, and i’m gonna fill you up.”

every thrust became more frantic, more desperate. the room felt like it was closing in, the heat between your bodies building as you both pushed to the brink.

then garou shifted, angling his hips just right, and suddenly everything shattered. the wave crashed over you, pleasure erupting so fiercely your whole body trembled.

a cry slipped from your lips as every nerve in your body lit up, electricity sparking through your veins.

he followed suit, a low, guttural sound escaping him as he buried himself deep inside, his cum spilling into you, hot and thick, spreading warmth through your core.

each pulse made your body clench tighter, dragging you further into that blissful haze. you could feel him trembling too, his breath ragged against your ear.

as he finally pulled out, his seed dripped from you, warm and sticky against your skin, pooling onto the mattress. you glanced back at him, still breathless, a lazy smile tugging at your lips.

garou looked down at the mess with a mix of pride and amusement. “guess i really did a number on you, huh?” he said, his voice low and rough.

you snorted, rolling your eyes but unable to suppress your grin. “yeah, no kidding. now we’ve gotta change the sheets, genius.”

you’re killing him and you know it.

the whole night you’ve been playing this game. leaning in just a little too close while he’s trying to eat, brushing your foot up his calf under the table, whispering absolute filth in his ear when the waiter turns away. garou’s been growling low in his throat for hours, eyes cutting to you every time you “accidentally” let your hand slip too high on his thigh. he keeps warning you, voice threatening.

“keep it up. see what happens.”

you just smile, all sweet and fake-innocent, and lick salt off the rim of your glass while staring right at him.

now you’re walking home through the park because it’s “romantic” and the moon’s out and you’re still in that tiny fucking dress he likes (the one that makes him look like he wants to rip it off with his teeth). your arm is looped through his, fingers tracing the veins on his forearm, and every time you press your tits against his bicep he tenses.

“you’re shaking,” you tease, voice soft and mean. “cold, baby?”

he stops dead on the path. grabs your wrist so fast it makes you gasp.

“that’s it.”

next thing you know he’s dragging you off the trail, deeper into the trees where the streetlights don’t reach. branches snag at your dress, leaves crunch under your heels, and you’re laughing breathless, excited because you finally broke him.

“garou wait, someone’s gonna—”

“shut up.”

he pushes you up against a thick tree, bark rough against your back, and kisses you like he’s trying to punish you. teeth clacking, tongue shoving in your mouth, one hand fisted in your hair yanking your head back so he can bite down your neck hard enough to bruise. you moan into it, legs already trying to climb him.

“you think you’re funny?” he snarls against your skin, grinding his hips forward so you feel exactly how hard he is. “been dripping down your thigh all night, haven’t you? couldn’t fucking wait.”

you whine when he shoves a knee between yours, forcing your legs open. the friction on your soaked panties makes you bite your lips.

“answer me.”

“yes! fuck—yes i’ve been wet since dessert, happy now?”

he laughs, dark and rough, and it sends heat pooling straight to your cunt.

his hands are everywhere—ripping your panties down your thighs, shoving your dress up to your waist, fingers sliding through your slick like he owns it (he does). two fingers pump into you without warning and you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders.

“quiet,” he hisses, curling them just right, thumb grinding your clit. “or do you want the whole park to hear me wreck this greedy pussy?”

you try—god you try but he’s finger-fucking you so good your legs are shaking, knees buckling. he pins you harder against the tree, free hand clamped over your mouth.

“there we go. that’s better.”

you’re drooling against his palm, eyes rolling back, when he suddenly pulls out. you whimper at the loss, but then he’s spinning you around, bending you over. your hands slap against the bark for balance, ass out, dress bunched up like a whore.

you hear his belt, the zipper, and then he’s rubbing the fat head of his cock through your folds, teasing, getting himself soaked in you.

“beg.”

“please garou please fuck me, need your cock so bad—”

he slams in to the hilt in one thrust.

the stretch burns so good you almost scream. he doesn’t give you time to adjust—just grabs your hips bruising-tight and starts pounding into you like he hates you. every thrust shoves you against the tree, tits bouncing, his balls slapping your clit so hard it hurts perfectly.

“this what you wanted?” he pants, voice wrecked. “wanted to get fucked stupid in the dirt?”

“yes—yesyesyes”

he yanks your hair back so your spine arches, forcing you to take him deeper. the angle makes him hit that spot that whites out your brain. you’re babbling nonsense, drooling, tears streaking down your face from how good it is.

“fuck—your cunt’s choking me, greedy fucking thing—”

you reach back blindly, grabbing his wrist, and he laces your fingers together like it’s sweet even while he’s splitting you open.

“gonna cum,” you sob, “garou please—inside—want it inside”

he groans like you shot him, pace turning brutal. “yeah? want me to fill you up? mark this pussy so everyone knows who it belongs to?”

you nod frantically, clenching around him on purpose, and he swears viciously.

“do that again and i’m not gonna last—”

you do it again. harder.

he slams deep and stays there, cock pulsing as he pumps you full of cum, so much it leaks down your thighs. the feeling tips you over & you cum with a wail muffled against your own arm, whole body shaking, vision sparking.

for a second it’s just panting and crickets and your heartbeat in your ears.

then he pulls out slow, watching his cum drip out of you with this smug grin.

“look at that. ruined you.”

you’re still bent over, legs jelly, trying to remember how words work.

he tucks himself away, then spins you gently, fixing your dress like he didn’t just fuck you senseless against a tree. kisses your forehead, soft and weirdly tender.

“you okay?”

you laugh, shaky and high. “i can’t feel my legs.”

“good.”

he scoops you up bridal-style because yeah, you really can’t walk. you hide your face in his neck, smelling sweat and pine and him.

“next time,” he mutters against your hair, “i’m fucking you in the restaurant bathroom. no waiting.”

you bite his neck, grinning. “promise?”

he squeezes your ass in warning.