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Okkotsu Yuuta prides himself on many things. He prides himself on being a good friend, on being a good person, on being a strong enough sorcerer to protect those weaker than him, and most of all, on being a good boyfriend.

Yuuta likes to think of himself as being well-disciplined, as having good self-control. He’s a hopeless romantic, and he spent the longest time at the beginning of your relationship trying to ensure that you perceived him as your soft, sweet, sappy boyfriend. And he is all of those things. But under it all, Okkotsu Yuuta is nothing if not a pervert.

And he knows it.

He knows it when you smile at him so sweetly and ruffle his hair, and he feels himself hardening in his pants, imagining you pulling it, forcing his head back, smiling that sickly sweet smile at him as he melts under your gaze.

He knows it when you plop yourself onto his lap for a movie night with your friend group, and he squirms, retreating against the back of the couch, trying to put as much distance between you and his groin as possible, unable to focus on a single scene of the movie because you’re so close to him he can smell you.

He knows it when he feels that humiliating pang of jealousy in his stomach when you stop on a walk with him to say hi to a dog. Scratching its head, telling it to sit, paw…the way your face lights up as you say “good boy!”, and his flushes dark red.

And he knows it now, as he stares at your contact, knuckles white around the edges of his phone, thumb hovering over the call button as his right hand frantically works itself on his cock, the small hotel room filled with nothing but slick noises and his soft, breathy whines.

Yuuta has been away for just under a week on this mission, and he already feels he’s going crazy. It’s only been six days, he tells himself, trying to refrain from calling you at 2 in the morning. He’s already called you every day since he’s left, including four hours ago when he was supposedly going to sleep – but they’ve all been sweet, innocent calls, filled with declarations of how much you miss each other, and how you can’t wait to squish his cheeks and hug him so tightly when he gets back.

He shouldn’t need to call you to get off. He doesn’t, he tells himself.

Except he’s tried everything now. He’s tried looking at pictures of you, he’s tried watching porn and pretending it’s you - all the things that usually work. Yet, for some reason, it’s just not doing it tonight.

By the time he finally gives in and presses call, he’s already so worked up, panting and humping up into his hand. He’s essentially been edging himself without meaning to for the past hour trying to get off without you.

You pick up after four rings, and as soon as Yuuta hears your voice, it’s like a new pathway in his brain lights up that was dark before; he knows he’s done for.

 “Hi puppy~” you chide, voice slightly rough from not using it for the past few hours, “What’re you doing up at this hour?”

Yuuta lets out a breathless moan, making you freeze and grip your phone harder. He instantly spills into his hand, unable to control it. Any humiliation at calling you in such a desperate state is forgotten as he whines and gasps into the phone, his eyes rolling back in relief at finally being able to cum.

“F-fuckkkk, mommy, nnnh–...missed you so much…hah…n-needed to hear you…”

 “--Yuuta?”

Yuuta shivers at the way his name sounds coming from your mouth. “Fuck…y-yea? Ahhh I c-can’t…feels so good…f-fuck I love you… hah…”

You’re stunned into silence, hearing such lewd noises coming from his cute voice instantly having an effect on you.

“Fuck… Yuuta, I–...Did you just cum? From me picking up the phone and saying hi?”

Yuuta nods shamelessly, whimpering a soft “mhm” into the phone, still trying to catch his breath, twitching from the aftershocks of his much needed orgasm. He lifts his shaky hand up to his face, spreading his fingers, watching his thick cum web between them.

“Shit, mommy…I came so much…”

Your breath catches in your throat, still in shock.

“My god, puppy. I don’t even know what to say.” “Are you mad?” Yuuta whispers breathlessly. “Of course not. Just surprised, I–...that was so hot.”

Yuuta whines softly, feeling himself twitch again. “Nnnh…y-your voice is so hot…I needed to hear you so bad. W-Was tryna’ cum for so long, couldn’t do it…b-but as soon as I heard your voice, it just happened, I c-couldn’t even help it…nnnh…”

“Aww, Yuuta! You’re so precious.” Yuuta’s pupils dilate at your praise, and he feels heat start to pool in his tummy again. Fuck, the effect your voice has on him is crazy. “So cute. puppy jus’ needed to hear my voice to cum, huh? S’ that easy?”

Yuuta nods, whimpering, unable to stop his hand from sliding down to gently palm at his wet cock, starting to feel uncomfy again. He gasps, sensitive, but pushes up into his hand nonetheless.

“Y..yeah…hah….needed it…t-tried watching porn, 'nd it didn’t even work…jus made me sad…need you…I miss you…”

Yuuta has been quite pent up for the past week, as well, his mission keeping him thoroughly busy. He thought he just needed to cum once, but he doesn’t feel satisfied anymore, especially with you talking to him like this.

“Awww. You’re so cute. I’m glad I could help. I miss you too, Yuuta -so much. How are things going? We didn’t get to talk long today. You must be tired, huh, puppy?”

“M—mhm…” Yuuta’s eyes flutter shut as he grips himself fully, his cum helping his hand glide up and down as he starts stroking again. “Things are going as well as they can... But m’tired, yeah…” “Well I’m sure you’re doing amazing. You’re so strong, Yuuta. And you’ve trained so hard. I know they overwork you, but I’m so proud of you, baby. There’s nobody better suited for the missions they send you on. Did you eat tonight?”

“Ngh—thank you…” hearing your gentle voice praise him through the phone sends a fresh wave of tingles through his body, making Yuuta shiver. “Wish you were here…y-yea, ate dinner earlier…mommy I—…’m touching myself again…” Yuuta’s face flushes at his admission. Your eyes widen in surprise and you let out a breathless laugh into the phone. You had picked up on how panty and whiny he sounded, of course, but you had assumed it was because he was still settling down from his orgasm. Leave it to Yuuta to feel horny again within a minute of cumming. Thoroughly entertained, you decide to cut him a little less slack this time.

“Yeah?” You whisper to him, the seductive lilt in your voice making him clamp his legs together around his hand, head falling back against the pillows. “It’s been how long since you came, Yuuta? A minute? Less?” Yuuta whines, stroking harder, his mind starting to fog up. “d-dunno…less, maybe—hah…” “Awww. Puppy can’t even hold a conversation with mommy without getting worked up again, huh? M’tryna talk to you and you can’t keep your hands off your pretty cock? Miss me that bad?”

Yuuta feels his balls tighten at your words, tummy starting to clench up, twitching hard into his hand. He can barely think of a response, the way you gently degrade him making him feel all floaty and light, and your soft voice in his ear making him tingle all over. “Ahh, I—I—y-yeah, I.. c-can’t help it, I…nnnn~” “What’re you, in heat?” you goad him through the phone, endlessly amused by his antics. “Hah…maybe…d-dunno... your voice…m-makes me so hard, couldn’t stop myself...hah…fuck, I l-love you…”

“Did you even want to talk to me, Yuuta?” You decide to tease him more, “Or did you just want me to talk at you so you can cum to my voice without even telling me like a little perv?” “M’sorrryyy~” Yuuta whines, hips bucking off the bed into his hand at this point, “Ngh..w-was trying to listen to you…just need you so bad…m’not a perv…” “No? You’re not?” Yuuta squirms at the scolding edge to your voice, legs thrashing against the bed, brain growing hazier as he gets closer to his orgasm.

“Mommy please…” “You’re telling me you wouldn’t be touching yourself to my voice right now no matter what I’m talking about?” “I-I…nnhh…” Yuuta tries to think of a response, needing to keep you talking. As soon as he opens his mouth, a loud moan rips from his throat, toes starting to curl in pleasure as he focuses his strokes at the sensitive spot right below his tip. Yuuta whines, realizing he can’t remember your question. “C-can’t think, mommy, I—haaaah~… p-please, please…please.”

“Please what, puppy?” “Please keep talking,” Yuuta moans out, fighting against the foggy feeling in his mind. “Yeah? What do you want me to say, puppy? Do you want me to praise you?” Your voice goes softer and Yuuta nods frantically, feeling tears start to well in his eyes. “Want me to tell you how pretty you sound? How good you’re being for me? How well I’m gonna take care of you next time I see you, how I’m gonna make you cum so hard your little puppy brain won’t even be able to process it?”

Yuuta gasps, cursing under his breath, head thrown back, practically drooling at this point. He’s dropped the phone from his left hand onto the pillow by his head in favor of clutching the sheets next to him, right hand frantically pumping his flushed, dripping cock, the wet noises almost overpowering his whines. “Yes, yes, pleeease mommy, p-please please, hah… m’so close…” “Don’t cum yet, puppy. Stop.” “W-What?” Yuuta’s hand slows on his cock, his tummy twisting up. “I said, don’t cum yet. Take your hand off your cock, turn over. I want you to hump one of your pillows.”

Yuuta groans in frustration, his hand automatically ripping itself off of his cock, his body so attuned to following your commands that it listens to you without him even having time to think it through. He thinks about it more as he watches his pink cock twitch painfully against his stomach, desperately fighting the urge to take it back into his hand. He could just…keep touching, and not tell you. “I-…b-but…ugh…s’gonna make a mess..” “I don’t care.” “But I–” “Do you wanna cum, Yuuta?”

Yuuta huffs in frustration, cock still throbbing from stopping so suddenly when he was so close to cumming, and reluctantly flips himself over. As tempted as he is, he knows he can’t go through with disobeying you – he’d feel guilty about it the whole night until he’d end up snitching on himself. “Are you listening to me?” you ask, your voice sharper than before. “‘Course I am,” Yuuta mutters, huffing again as he grabs a pillow and folds it in half. "Why're you bein' so mean?”

“I’m not!” You smile innocently against the phone. “You don’t have to do any of this, puppy. I can hang up right now and go to bed–” “No!” Yuuta panics, frantically shaking his head. “D-don’t hang up. Please. I’ll be good, wanna be good for you. I’m listeni–ngnhhh~” Yuuta’s pleading breaks off into a pitchy whine as he sinks his hips against the pillow, eyes rolling back at the soft feeling of the fabric against his cock, already so sensitive from being edged. “Oh... mommy i–it feels good…” “There you go, puppy. See? M’not being mean, am I? A puppy in heat doesn’t use his hands, you’re supposed to hump something. You’ll love it.”

Yuuta whines in embarrassment, grabbing a second pillow to bury his face in. “M’not in heat,” he mumbles. Yet, he can’t stop himself from rolling his hips, pressing his cock harder into the pillow. “No? But it seems like you are, puppy. You’re so desperate, you can’t even control your instincts. You were touching yourself without asking me, you came without asking me, and then you started jerking off again while I was talking to you.”

Yuuta pouts, shaking his head as he humps against the pillow harder. “I said m’sorryyy,” he whines, grabbing the phone and holding it closer to his face, eager to hear your voice more. “Couldn’t help it.” “Because you’re in heat? Or because you’re a pervert who can’t hear my voice without getting hard?” “I-I–” Yuuta’s cheeks flush with humiliation, and he moves himself up a bit on the pillow, humping it harder, his precum soaking a wet spot into the fabric. “Nghh…hah…m’not…n-not a perv…y-you’re being mean, mommy…”

“Am I?” Yuuta knows the exact look that’s on your face – you’re pouting at him in false sympathy – and just imagining it makes his tummy tighten, and he moans as the tingly feeling in his groin starts to spread up through his body. “Am I being mean?” “Y-Yeah…hah…s-so mean…” Yuuta pants out. “And is it turning you off, puppy? Be honest.” Yuuta drops his head in defeat, letting out a low whine. “No…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Good boy. Because it doesn’t matter what I’m saying, you’ll cum no matter what just from hearing me talk to you. Because my voice overpowers every last thought in your hazy little puppy brain. Isn’t that right?” Yuuta just whimpers in response, feeling himself twitch harder, his rhythm becoming irregular. All he can do is pant into the phone, drooling on the pillow that he’s clutching in his arms. He was already so close before he started humping the pillow, he knows he’s not gonna last long.

“Answer me, puppy.” Yuuta opens his mouth, tries to think of the right answer, and just lets out a sob instead. “g-gonna cum,” he moans. “Of course you are. Because you’re a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” “Nggh…y-yeah…m’pathetic…hah...can I cum mommy? Please please, c-can’t stop…” Yuuta feels his tummy tightening, and he tries to hold himself back, desperately needing your permission this time.

“Say it again, then you can cum. Tell me how pathetic you are.” Yuuta sobs against the pillow, your voice in his ear making it almost impossible to hold himself back.

“I’m pathetic! I’m your pathetic little puppy. I– ah–j-just thinking about you makes me horny…all I can think about right now is f-fucking into you…c-can’t even listen to you talk–w-without–nghh- ffffffuck I needa cum mommy, pleease~I–I cant–can’t think–” “Shhh, s’okay. Relax. Don’t need to think anymore. Just cum for me, puppy. Don’t overwork your pretty little brain.”

“Nngh–” Yuuta’s hips stutter and he tenses up, going silent, vision going white, before he whines loudly as he’s thrown into a shaking orgasm, shooting thick white ropes against the hotel pillow. “Fuck mommy–ahhhh…” You talk him through it gently, finally whispering the praise to him that he’s been waiting for. “Goood puppy, that’s it. That’s my good boy. Did so well for me, Yuuta. Such a good listener. Let it all out.”

Yuuta basks in your praise, whimpering out almost unintelligible “thankyou”s as he rocks his sensitive cock into the pillow, smearing his cum deeper and deeper into the fabric. After a minute, his body slumps against the pillows, and he lets out a shaky breath, high on the endorphins running through his body. He feels around blindly for his phone that he dropped at some point in his haze, grabbing it and holding it close to his face, curling his body around it like it’s you.

“Mommy?” he pants out softly. “I’m right here, puppy,” You quickly reassure him. “You doin’ okay?” “Mhmm,” he hums, blissed out, your voice lulling him into a sleepy trance now that he’s not so pent up anymore. “Not mad at me, right?” You laugh softly, feeling a bit bad for him. “Aww. Not even a tiny bit. You did so good, Yuuta, that was so hot.” “Mmm,” Yuuta hums softly again, smiling. You hesitate for a moment, before asking, “Was I too mean?”

“Nuh-uh. I liked it.” Yuuta nuzzles his head into his pillow, winces at the wet spot from drooling on it, and flips it over before nuzzling back into it. “I’ve been so horny for you this whole trip. Can’t stop jerking off to your pictures. I need to be put in my place sometimes,” he giggles. “Dumb puppy,” you try to calm yourself down, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling into the phone. “You know that being horny for your girlfriend doesn’t actually make you a perv, right? I just like messing with you.”

“I know,” Yuuta smiles dreamily into the phone on the other end of the line. Lying there, dazed, with a worn out variation of the same expression as you, hundreds of miles away. “I like when you mess with me…” He pauses, before adding, “Sometimes. As long as you’re extra nice to me after.” “Of course, puppy. I can only handle being a little mean to you, anyway. You’re such a good boy at heart, aren’t you? Always so perfect for me.”

Yuuta whines, kicking the soiled pillow away from between his legs so he doesn’t get tempted to rub himself against it. “Stop ittt…I love you, but you’re gonna make me horny again.” “Awhh, I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I love you too, and you need to go to bed.” You pause, before adding, “You know I don’t mean anything I say when I'm mean to you, though, right?” “Of course not,” Yuuta yawns, smiling. “I know I’m your good boy.”

©decayofalice

Before long, the door shuts, and you’re left standing near his desk, awkwardly. Glancing at it, you notice the lack of any speck of dust or mess.

You watch as he silently sits, separating his folders and papers into different piles, and as much as the silence annoys you, you know better than to speak first.

Fortunately, he finishes quickly and glances at you with a small frown.

“Come here,” he says, but you can’t make out the tone in his words. Silently, you walk around his desk and up to him, noticing the furrow in his eyebrow.

“You were staring at the football players outside again, [Name].”

You have to force yourself not to roll your eyes. He’s fucking jealous, that’s what’s happening. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought that from that tone, he would be pouting right now.

However long ago, you and Nanami had been in a secret relationship where you two only showed feelings behind closed doors.

Not only is his career and reputation on the line, but so is your education.

Despite being older than you, you’ve come to realise just how much he acts like a child sometimes.

He must’ve seen the annoyance on your face because he quickly tries to correct himself.

“You know I don’t like it when you stare at them during their practice, not when I’m up here teaching. Why stare at a bunch of foolish football players when your dear professor is right in front of you?”

When he still sees the annoyance on your face, his face slowly turns to slight panic.

“[Name], talk to me. Why are you being so quiet?”

“What was that earlier?” You mutter, your jaw slightly tense from replaying the embarrassing scene over and over again in your head. The confusion on his face only spurs the anger in you.

“You embarrassed me back there, in front of all my classmates.” You practically scowl, fists clenching when you realise that now your peers may think of you as some air-headed dreamer who doesn’t care to pay attention during class.

Realisation dawns on his face, but instead of apologising, he only smirks.

“You’re mad about that, [Name]?” He lets out a chuckle, almost as if he couldn’t believe your words. “I did it for your own good; there were rumours going around about us. Would you have wanted that on your reputation?”

There’s a small smirk on his face that makes you want to slap it right off. Does he think it's funny that you just endured public embarrassment?

“I practically helped you. You know, instead of getting mad at me like this, I feel like you should owe me an apology for—”

Suddenly, you grab his tie and tug it sharply towards you and slightly into the air. His breath gets knocked out of his lungs as his hands reach for your waist to steady himself.

The scene is the total opposite of what was happening just seconds earlier. With his tie gripped tightly in your grasp, and anger and annoyance written clearly on your face, he can only stay seated at his desk, face lifted up as he reveals his neck for you.

You swear you hear him let out a small groan and a quiet curse.

“Owe you an apology? Don’t make me fucking laugh, Nanami.” Watching as his Adam’s apple bobs, your grip on his tie only tightens.

“What? You got jealous that I wasn’t paying attention to you, and you decided to embarrass me?” Annoyance laces your tongue, and Nanami only watches you with widened eyes as you continue to practically scold him.

You don’t notice how he’s gone quiet and how you’re now right up in front of him until you hear his breath hitch in his throat, which makes you pause.

Breathing heavily, you can only stare at him and his now flushed face.

“That’s honestly embarrassing for you, Nanami, getting jealous of guys younger than you.” You raise an eyebrow as you spit out more than what you were planning to.

“Now my classmates think I’m fucking stupid because you decided that you wanted to bitch and be a brat. You think that’s amusing?”

You finally register his silence, and your hand wrapped around his tie loosens as you try to slow down your quickened breath. Tensing your jaw, you eye him up and down in annoyance and displeasure before it lands on a particular spot on his pants.

Fucking hell.

“Don’t you dare tell me you’re seriously hard right now, Nanami,” you sneer, nose scrunching up as your eyes stay put staring at the tent in his pants.

Nanami widens his eyes before trying to cover his crotch with his hands, but it's too late, you’ve already seen it, and you’re not about to let it go.

You glance back up at his face as he tries to avoid eye contact, the cogwheels turning in your mind as you try to make sense of this situation.

“You got hard from me yelling at you.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement. You know he did, of course, he would.

And you swear you see something twitch inside his pants, and you quickly grab his chin to force him to face you.

“Say it, say you got hard from my yelling, Nanami.”

By this point, Nanami is bright red as a shiver runs down his spine. Is it fear? Pleasure? He doesn’t even know himself, but shit, does it feel good when you use that tone on him.

The tone that makes his knees weak, mind fuzzy, mouth dry, but his dick throb in his pants, knowing that he’ll do whatever you say if you order him around like that.

His tongue darts out of his lips to lick them wet, and he almost groans when he sees your eyes follow the movement.

“I-I got hard from your yelling,” he mumbles, but your grip on his chin tightens, and he winces before repeating it clearly.

A moment of silence passes by, and Nanami wonders if he had truly messed up.

“Take your pants off and get on the desk.” Nanami clenches his jaw before immediately following your order, standing up and getting rid of his tailored pants.

Leaving the rest of his clothes on, he quickly sits on the edge of his desk facing you. Immediately, embarrassment hits him because he knows you can see the wet stain on his boxers, exactly where the tip of his dick is. The thought only makes him spread his legs wider for you, and you notice.

What a whore.

Standing between his legs, your hands land on his upper thighs, rubbing circles on the inside, and he has to bite back a low groan. Suddenly, your hand on his crotch has him moan out loud, and his hand quickly slaps to his mouth in horror.

But you only grin in amusement as your hand continues to squeeze and rub the spot, your thumb rubbing circles on the wet spot as you feel his tip underneath.

“F-Fuckk w-wait shit! [Name]!” Nanami cries out in pleasure when you squeeze firmer, and you feel his thighs start to shake, his hips bucking up to your hand. Eyes glazing over and drool already escaping at the side of his mouth, the sight only drives you to want to ruin him even more.

Having been busy recently due to your other classes, you know Nanami hasn’t been getting as much attention and touch from you, and it’s only gotten him pent up. You also know that because of that, he’ll be quick to cum, and the way his whimpers continue to rise in pitch only proves your point. However, you can’t help but tease him.

“Don’t tell me you’re close already, Nanami.” He opens his mouth to reply, but only lets out a moan when you tug his boxers down and expose the sticky mess of his dick to you.

With his dick already slick with pre cum, you wrap your hand around it, and the most sinful, wet sound you’ve ever heard is made when you start to pump slowly. Along with the sound of his whines and whimpers, the wet sounds of your hand on his dick fill the room.

“O-Oh fuckkk mngh i-im gonna- ima-” But before Nanami can moan out whatever words he was going to say next, your hand already leaves his dick and your free hand reaches up to tug his hair backwards. The pricks of pain on his scalp paired with the pain of his hard dick only make him cry out in both pain and pleasure. His eyes roll back to his skull as he babbles out pleas and other words too slurred for you to understand most of it.

Though what you can make out are whiny “no’s” and curses as you watch more beads of pre-cum leak out from the tip of his dick to slide down to drip on his desk. There’s now a small puddle of his pre-cum on the desk underneath his dick, and you can only bite your lip in satisfaction as you watch it grow larger.

Your finger reaches down to swipe some of the mess on your fingers before lifting it to his lips and shoving two fingers in his mouth, watching as he gags lightly at the sudden intrusion. His eyes water slightly as you feel his tongue slide against your fingers and start to lick the pre-cum off your fingers.

You coo as he almost instinctively sucks on your fingers as he gazes at you with glossy eyes and a flushed face. Slowly, you pull your fingers out, and he whines as he watches his saliva connect them with his lips.

You swear you see his dick twitch hard at that.

“Ah, I-I was so close, [Name],” he whines out, and you almost take pity on him. Almost. But you know you don’t have much time left anyway, not when students may be coming back for other classes.

“How about this, I’ll make you cum as long as you don’t make too much noise. Wouldn’t want someone to pass by and hear how much of a slut you are, do you?”

Your hand returns to his dick and wraps around it, though you don’t start moving it yet.

“What if someone were to walk in here? A student, one of your coworkers?” Raising your eyebrow, a grin slowly makes its way onto your face as you see him remember how his door isn’t even locked.

But he doesn’t even care about that anymore. He’s too focused on the need to cum and the fact that the pain in his dick is too much to bear.

He only nods eagerly, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he eyes your hand when it starts moving again.

This time, the speed you choose is absolute torture. Too fast, too firm, that it knocks the breath out of his lungs and makes him groan in pleasure as his hands fly to your shoulders.

“F-fuck fuck nghh f-feels good,” he pants out, hips bucking into your hand eagerly, clearly too fucked out by the pleasure already.

Though clearly still pent up from your lack of attention combined with the earlier edge, he quickly feels the heat rush to his dick as he feels himself getting closer.

Grabbing his tie firmly again, you tug him closer to you as you pump even faster, wanting to hear all his pretty, lewd noises.

“Close, I-I’m close fuck! C-Can I cum, p-please?”

“Go on, make a mess of yourself,” you order, and seconds later, you hear him moan even louder as he throws his head back, eyes rolling back as he cums hard.

Cum shoots out of his dick and onto your hand and drips onto the desk underneath him as you slow down your pace to prolong his pleasure.

Ironically, the very same desk that was so pristine and clean at the beginning of your class beforehand is now stained and covered in his cum.

Soon enough, his breath slows down, and he leans onto you for support, his hands tightening on your shoulder. The sight of your usual stern, stoic, and serious professor, leaning on you after you pumped him dry and turned him into a whining mess, makes you bite back a laugh.

When your hand grazes back against his dick, he whines out pitifully. “Round two, Nanami?”

He only groans at you, his breath shaky. “Oh fuck me,” he mutters under his breath.

“Dont tempt me with a good time, professor.”

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

Your maw is eager already, overproducing saliva with a hunger only a bunny can still, but you also feel another part of your body pulsate to life, unusual for hunting. You blame the thrill of the chase, not bothering to think further into it. That is until you see him.

He's small, careless like you expected, his shiny black fur disheveled, pink nose twitching. It's almost fascinating to feel your own instincts react - not to kill and consume but to claim and breed. Every one of your senses is utterly locked on the prey, your mind so consumed by the bunny's sweet scent, there's barely capacity to question these feelings for your dinner.

The bunny turns slightly, letting you see his crimson-ringed eyes, tired and vulnerable. Seems like he's been looking for a mate for quite some time. Unsurprising, considering any bunny that had been in your territory lately has long made acquaintance with the deadliness of your teeth. He seems so different though, almost too precious to eat.

His instincts rat out the presence of danger, a spark of fear mixing into his natural scent, and it makes you growl, the stench of fear potenting his sex-ridden pheromones.

He hears the sound immidiately, ears twitching in your direction before his eyes follow. They're wide, perfectly pretty, and terrified. There's a fraction of a second of you two staring at each other, a certain calm before the storm - the bunny snaps out of it and runs.

You're quicker, reflexes sharpened by the years you spent hunting bunnies until not a single one could escape. Your paws hit his back, shoving him onto the ground with a victorious grunt. His body is so warm and so alive below you, that it makes biting his nape until it snaps nearly irresistible. Something's holding you back.

He's frantically panting underneath you, all muscles straining against your weight, every attempt futile. You lean down, snout searching for more of his addictive scent, finding that despite the utter terror, there's still arousal mixed into his pheromones. It only makes you salivate harder, the spit beginning to drip down your bared teeth and onto the animal beneath you.

"You can't run, so don't try," you growl, causing the bunny to go rigid, no longer fighting but stuck in the remaining survival tactic - frozen.

You turn him over, paws remaining on his shoulders to keep him down. His face is even prettier up close, frightened but incredibly handsome for a bunny. His wide eyes stare up at you, darting between your jaw and eyes, his lips pressed together tightly, and nose twitching continuously, taking in your dominating scent.

You lean down by instinct, your teeth hovering just above his throat. Every muscle tingles to bite, kill, consume. Yet, you don't.

"Why aren't you screaming?"

He swallows, his lips trembling before he speaks, voice so very shaky and weak, temptingly contrasting yours. "W-would it make you feel better if I did?"

You pull back, intrigued by the question. Is this bunny challenging you? You can't help the smirk pulling at your lips. "It would actually," you confess, your hand moving to his neck, claws digging into its sides with threat. "So be a good bunny and scream, yeah? Nice and loud."

He averts his eyes from you, trembling pitifully while shaking his head. He really is defying you despite the position he's in, but for some reason, you don't mind. You almost like this game and the feeling it brings, arousal evident between your legs, yet to be acknowledged.

"No?" despite wanting to keep the danger lingering in your voice, you can't stop your amusement from overshadowing it. Leaning down once more, your snout presses against the bunny's cheek, feeling its softness and warmth, all too aware of the blood flowing just below the skin. "What's your name, bunny?"

He doesn't dare to look at you, and you don't have to wait long before his name leaves his lips with a squeak. Choso. Such a pretty name too.

"Choso... you seem a little too excited for a bunny trapped by a wolf."

He squeals beautifully when you press your body downwards, thrusting onto Choso's arousal. You feel him shake even more, every muscle vibrating against you, but you're starting to question if it truly is only fear causing his body to react so extremely.

"M-maybe I like being trapped..."

Your eyes snap back to his, darkened by lustful intrigue. Your hand squeezes his throat, watching the bunny gasp and strain against you. "By a wolf?"

".... by you." So this strange attraction is mutual. You can't help but growl, not sure if you should invite or fight these feelings. Although, your body has long made its decision.

Almost involuntarily, your hips grind downwards again, not to taunt him this time but to still the throbbing hunger between your thighs. Choso's mouth is pliant underneath your tongue as you lick over it, possessive and testing, seeing if the bunny means it. He does, chasing your lick with wanting lips, his face burning almost as red as the color around his eyes. You can't help a grin.

"So you're giving yourself to me?"

As soon as the approving whimper left the bunny's fragile throat, you have him flipped around again, relishing in the surprised squeal. "Don't expect me to give you back then," you mutter against his back, resisting the urge to bite while moving downwards.

He's bare within seconds, and put into position, pretty pink hole twitching for you to claim underneath the perfectly round bunny tail, white and adorably fluffy. It seems almost out of place with how pure it looks. Long strings of saliva drip to the ground, betraying your eagerness before you finally lean forward and lick a stripe up his ass.

His taste makes you shudder, the sweet scent that evoked all of his paling in comparison. You push into him, claiming anything you can reach, humming against his skin before pulling out again, watching a string of wetness connecting you two. Hunger overtakes and your tongue is once again engulfed by his muscles, taking your fill.

He's squirming and panting by the time you're satiated, milky thighs tensed, showcasing the impressive muscles a bunny must possess. Still eager, your lips trail over his back, leaving a wet trail when saliva suddenly mixes with blood, instincts having gotten the better of you.

He screams, finally, twitching away from you after your teeth sunk into him, but he's stopped by a rough hand holding his hip. You shush him, hungrily licking the sweet essence from his trembling back before you move higher to his neck. Your breath is hot against him, both soothing and threatening.

"Too late to run now, Choso."

He chokes on a moan when your cock pushes against him, his hands balling to fists against the muddy forest floor, and another scream rips through the trees as his muscles are forced open for you. Deliberately slow, you keep going, filling the bunny with your thickness, spurred by the pained whimpers - his scent betrays how good you make him feel, how eager he is for more.

You gasp when he's wrapped around you fully, way too warm and tight to handle. Who'd have thought a bunny could be good for anything besides nutrition? You pant against his shoulder, abdomen feeling tight, filled with pleasure and the need to breed this bunny until there's no doubt he belongs to you now. Mercy has become a foreign concept while your hips snap into his, forceful and relentless.

His high-pitched squeak when he comes makes your ears ring, his insides tightening even more, coaxing you into a fruitful orgasm yourself. Your dick throbs with each spurt of cum you pump into him, thick and gooey when you pull out and watch it trail out of his hole.

You're panting, pumped with adrenaline, much like Choso, who falls to the ground with shut eyes and shaking legs. You watch him, catching the almost fond gaze in your eyes and correcting it. This is still a bunny, after all. Prey. Nothing to be admired.

You nudge him onto his back, crawling over his fragile and spent body, finding your face right in front of his. Choso's shaky breaths fan against your snout, his eyes in suspense, trying to read your thoughts through your expression. You lean down to kiss him properly this time, getting another taste of his insides with a searching tongue.

"please what, my baby?" you ask in response, a hand coming up to his face to cup it and glide your thumb under his eyes, wiping away the tears only to have them replaced immediately with new ones.

he bites his lip, a gorgeous note of whine and moan leaving him as he blinks up at you with bleary, glossed over eyes. if it was possible, you'd say he looked more distressed after you asked the question, his pretty head shaking as he hiccuped.

"i don’t... i don’t know..." he cried pitifully, breaths coming out in short gasps as he arched into your fingers.

your hand moved down, grazing his balls just to watch him flinch before reaching his loose, wet, raw hole that clenched around nothing under your gaze. it pulsed, blinking at you like it was both desperate and afraid of you entering it again. not that it would hurt anyways, after all, it was leaking lube down between his cheeks and onto the bed beneath him.

"well... you have to tell me something, sweetheart." you told him. the condescension in your voice laced over mock comfort made him preen and blush. everything was just so fucking overwhelming. you could touch the tip of his nose and he'd sob.

his breathing picked up again, unfocused eyes watching you like you were the only thing keeping him even vaguely grounded. you looked so put together compared to him. just staring at the way your skin was soft and dry, your hair was still nice, and your expression was still sobered all made him want to curl up from embarrassment and arousal.

he opened his mouth again, trying to say something, anything, but he didn’t know what he wanted. all he knew was that he felt like he was high and also deep in some broken version of his mind at the same time. his shaking hands reached up to wrap around your neck, wanting you closer despite how sensitive he was and mewling into your shoulder when you conceded, pressing your perfect body and clean skin against his ruined, messy one.

"awww, my sweet baby." you cooed into his ear, voice soft and everything he needed for his eyes to roll back and his legs to fall open again, begging you for more even if he was already so shattered from what you had given him.

"please..." he begged again, voice trailing into a soft breath as you smiled down at his pitiful form.

"please, what?" you asked again, fingertips trailing slowly up his thighs, hips, sides, and ribs before going down again. his whole body quivered under the touch, trembling like a leaf, or a delicate butterfly fluttering in your palm.

"m-more." he whispered, face blossoming into a bright red from shame as he let out a soft plea for more despite how much you had already given him.

"as you wish, my love." you whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead and making him sob before burying his face in your neck.

your hand wrapped around his dick and he screamed against your skin, biting it to try and stop the whole neighbourhood from hearing. but, when your other hand slowly circled a finger around his rim before pushing into his sloppy, wet hole, he couldn't hold back the way his hoarse voice broke through the walls of your bedroom.

by morning, you'd have the city filing a complaint that would swiftly be thrown in the trash as you brought your darling back to bed for another dozen rounds.

YUJI, giyuu, kaeya, SIGMA, mammon, haibara, shigaraki, your favs <3

a/n: guess who's baaaaack 😛 i've decided to open requests back up for a little bit to get new inspo but don’t worry i'll still be working through my old ones. missed you lovelies!!

“You plan to produce an heir with this?”  You sneer, feigning disappointment as your new husband covers his face in shame. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you weren’t even moving. It should be a crime to be this small!” You couldn’t quite make out what he was saying as he whined and writhed beneath you, but you were sure you heard him begging you to stop your laughing. How could you, when he’d done such a 180? You almost didn’t recognise him!

“Where’s the man that said he’d make a woman out of me, is he on vacation?” He seemed almost teary-eyed now, as if the embarrassing memory of his past bravado was too much to bear. You preferred him like this, speechless. In fact, the view of him beneath made you think the marriage might actually work. You giggled to yourself, the self-proclaimed successor of the Zenin clan had never looked so cute. He wouldn’t even make contact with you, neither eye nor physical, as you bounced up and down on him. You had a mind to place his hands on your hips, if only to force his hands away from his blushing face, but something about him still trying to appear in control made you hesitate. It was a nice attempt, really. Watching him try to be the big, strong man.

The sight made the burn in your legs easy to ignore, he just looked cute as a button. Moaning like a bitch in heat, so red he looked sunburnt. If only everyone could’ve seen him. They wouldn’t have been able to help themselves either.

“I know I was wrong, but do you have to be so mean?” Mean? Sure, you had teased him, but surely he didn’t think this was mean. He hadn’t seen mean. Not yet. After all he’d put you through, leading up to your sham marriage, surely he didn’t think this was as far as you’d go. Calling him a tiny, limp dick was nothing.

“Mean? You haven’t seen mean yet, would you like to?”  You could’ve sworn you actually caught fear on his face, as he rapidly shook his head. At this your movements completely stopped, and you pulled yourself fully away from him. After taking in the image of him completely fucked dumb before you, you grabbed him by his poorly bleached hair. Making a note to get him a new conditioner, if he even used one.

His eyes couldn’t help but meet yours now, as you continued to grip his hair with one hand and tightly hold his face with the other. He was slightly drooling but could do nothing about it, you wondered how long the shame of this night would haunt him. You hoped it’d be forever. Momentarily, he looked down but didn’t do it for long after you once again forced his head up. It was obvious he longed for your heat to return, but he’d asked for mean, hadn’t he?

“I’m s-sorry, please forgive me. And please don’t stop,” He whined out. It had been fun, truly. If it wasn’t for his off comment, you probably would’ve never stopped. But, unfortunately, he just had to spoil things with his big mouth and remind you of exactly who he was. A fuckin’ idiot. One who was so desperately in need for a punishment, and perhaps a gag. That’d be nice, wouldn’t it. A way to finally shut him up and use him how he was intended to be.

“You just never shut up, do you?” Once again, you caught an expression of fear flash across his face. It was a sight you’d do well to commit to memory. You knew you’d see it again, but the first time was always the best.

You relinquished your grip on his hair, as you felt around the bed for your panties. Upon finding them you looked at him once more, with his mouth agape, panting like a wanton dog. Smiling, you shoved your panties in his mouth and released him completely, before pushing him back down against the mattress.

His chest rapidly raised and fell, as his body somehow got progressively redder. Maybe you had read him wrong, his fear now resembled anticipation. If he thought this night would be fun, you’d make him wish you’d struck the fear of God into him instead.

You leaned back and licked your middle and ring finger, as you peered down at him through a sneer. He’d be sure to learn who was in charge today.

“Seems like I still need to teach you a lesson.”

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