When neither of you have a condom but he promises to pull out, swears he can do it and tries so fucking hard to be a man of his word— and he is. Clinging to that final piece of resolve as he fights the allure of your warm, wet cunt. Moving his hips back as he begins to pull his slick-soaked cock from your ruined hole, ready to fist himself and spill his cum all over you.
But you make every ounce of his resolve crumble all around him when you tighten your thighs around his hips, lock your ankles behind his back, giving him no choice but to drain his balls and fill you with everything he’s got to give.
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Cool fingers run down the warmth of your back, tracing the curve of your spine with skin chilled from the sea.
Tonight you’re half asleep, lashes fluttering from where your face is snuggled into the couch cushions. By the looks of it, you put his baby to bed a few hours ago and slipped into a nap while gathering and cleaning the toys strewn around the den.
When Shanks hired you as his kid’s babysitter, he purposely gave you a little more than your asking price with an ulterior motive. Because he knew one day he’d smooth your edges, poke holes into your professional demeanor and fill the gaps with him.
It took patience, mostly because his sailing career kept him away from the house for weeks. But every time he came home, you warmed to him, like a cat taking hesitant steps closer until you finally landed in his lap.
He doesn’t think to wake you, instead he moves how he pleases. His fingers dip underneath the waistband of your soft pants, seeking the heat between your thighs.
You coo, drowsy and cute. Shanks continues, thick fingers languishing through your folds, building your wetness until a dark spot forms on cotton.
“Pretty baby likes that, yeah?” He asks even though he knows you won’t answer, cheek snuggling deeper into the couch as your hips buck like you missed him.
All he thinks of is you. Surely all you dream of is him. His sweet little babysitter, his perfect little slut.
Shanks pulls your pants down around your thighs, the fabric stretching as his fingers bury deeper into your cunt. Your heart begins to thump as you awaken, fear and shock and pleasure converging as he spears two thick fingers into your pussy.
“You drool when you sleep,” he teases, kissing along your cheek until he slots his mouth over yours. You mumble something against his tongue, thighs pressing together with a moan as you feel the pads of his fingers curl just right within you.
“I don’t,” your pout is cute, flushed, hips wiggling to get the palm of his hand to press against your aching clit.
Shanks pulls his hand from your pussy, sideways grin catching the light of the muted TV in the dark room. Slick drips from his skin and smears into your sweats as he pushes them down over your knees, letting you sleepily kick the fabric onto the floor next to a group of discarded toy blocks.
“You do.” He pulls you into his lap so easily, his sea-battled body thick but agile. His fingers slide back between your folds as you settle across his thighs. Skimming the outer lips of your pussy, he spreads you wide before prodding his index finger at your entrance. The press is wet, sticky, a squish against heated skin. “You’re so messy.”
The annoyance that flickers across your face, the twist of your lips and the furrow in your brow, makes his cock swell against the seam of his pants.
“It’s not my fault.” Yet you shiver when a delectable jolt signals down your body as his knuckles slide back into your tight hole.
“Don’t lie to Daddy,” his lips trail along your throat, breathing in the sweet scent that’s been haunting him for weeks, “you’ve just been waiting for me to get home and fuck you stupid. Probably dreaming ‘bout me knocking you up.”
“Have not. I’ve been busy taking care of your k-kid, I don’t need, ah, more little Shanks running around.”
But the way your cunt sucks and pulses around his fingers tells him the truth.
His fingers spread you apart, building a pace that makes your nails cling into the worn shirt on his shoulders. He relishes the feel of you, groans as your cunt drools into the palm of his hand. Your hips start to buck in bliss, the little bit of brat in you fading as he swirls the pad of his thumb against your clit.
Something delightfully wicked toils in his stomach as his cock twitches against his thigh.
“That so? You didn’t miss me? Weren’t dreamin’ bout me?”
Your pretty head shakes no, lips pressing together as you ride his hand, desperation and pleasure blurring your senses.
“Then Daddy better give you something to dream about next time he’s gone.”
Thick, long fingers stroke a fire against your velvety walls, each plunge deeper and deeper than before. His thumb presses dreamily against your clit, each swipe and swirl making you shake.
As soon as you loom against the orgasmic edge, he slows down, the raging hot sea ebbing away like tides returning to the ocean. He lets you squirm in his lap, smirking against your neck as he starts to suck against your pulse. His hot tongue slides a cool trail along your skin, tasting the cry stuck in your throat.
As patient as Shanks can be, he can’t deny your pleasure for long. Not when you start to babble nonsense, little whispers of please Daddy like you just can’t help yourself. Your hips fall down, humping and rubbing against his hand and pressing it down against his leaking cock.
“Already getting a little stupid for me, hm?” He smirks as you kiss him, all sloppy and messy like you’re chasing a wet dream just out of reach. You still taste of the lipgloss you first wore to his house for your interview, strawberries and cream, delectable ripe fruit he couldn’t wait to devour.
“You know we shouldn’t…” the memory of your timid voice rings in his ears as he remembers pinning you against the kitchen counter, rubbing his hot cock against the weeping seam of your panties. But you let him have you anyways, teary and doe eyed with your t-shirt between your teeth so he could watch your tits bounce with his thrusts.
His thumb becomes a vortex on your clit, drawing blinding pleasure until your eyes squeeze closed with tears framing your lashes.
“Oh, sweet girl, gonna make you cum for me so you’re nice and swollen when I fuck you.”
You’re panting, body begging for release. Your nails scrape down his chest, searching for an anchor as you start to get washed away. Shanks tempts you closer with another thrust of his fingers, the resounding bliss making you whimper. He rocks your body back, spreads you wider across his lap, watching how your pretty pussy stretches around his huge fingers.
“Daddy,” such a small, sweet whisper, “daddy, daddy, please!”
“Shhh, shhh, shhhh, no need to wake the baby.”
You’re the perfect picture: hair still crinkled from sleep, tits bouncing beneath one of his soft shirts, cunt spread around fingers calloused from pulling sail lines. His teeth clench as he restrains himself from pushing in too deep, keeping his pace fast and thumb coiling you tighter and tighter like a wind-up doll.
You absolutely shatter around him, head tilting back as your hips finally cease from chasing your high. Your thighs quiver, pussy spasming, orgasm flooding all your senses as you breathe out his name in reverence. Shanks slows, electing to watch you unfold for him. He sees the muscles in your lower stomach contracting, feels your pulsing pleasure on his fingers, slick coating his skin in gentle waves. Your chest heaves as you finally look at him, eyes glassy.
“Atta girl, good girl,” he loves the way you coo when he pulls his fingers from your slit, like you already miss him, “now help me out of these pants.”
He’s overly pleased at how quickly you move, nimble fingers tugging at his belt and dragging down his zipper. Feeling your hand squeeze around his freed cock makes him groan, low and deep like a predator released from his cage.
“I think you missed me more than I missed you,” you taunt, smearing pre-cum down his shaft as you pump his length.
“I don’t get to stay at home and fuck myself with toys, princess. Just get to fuck my hand and waste my cum when it should be inside your pretty cunny.”
You gasp as he pulls you down, sliding your messy cunt over the ridge of his cock. Your sensitive clit catches against the head of his cock and you bite your lip to stay quiet.
“Tell Daddy what you want, you know I’ll give it to you.”
He expects your momentary silence. He’s been pushing you for months, feeding you hints of how he’s waiting for you to make this permanent, to take your relationship farther than just a transaction between Dad and babysitter.
“I want…”
Shanks leans forward, blowing red hair out of his face as he starts nipping and sucking at your throat, undoubtedly breaking flesh and leaving little bruises in his wake.
“Yeah?” Shanks starts prodding your weeping hole with his cock, dipping the head past the first tight ring of muscle. You whine, shifting your hips and trying to push down, yet his strong hand keeps you from taking in more of his shaft.
“Want you to breed me, Daddy.”
A deep, satisfied growl erupts from his large chest. He releases your hip, lets your slick pussy start engulfing his dick. He cants his hips up, rocking into you, inch by inch fucking into your cunt.
Shanks wraps a firm hand around your neck. You suck in a quick breath at the ferocity of his fingers as they press into already bruising flesh. He tilts your chin up, catching your gaze. He watches how you search his face, glancing across the scars on his eye before landing on the smirk tugging his cheek.
“You promise that’s what you want? Want me to make you a mommy?”
You nod your head as affirmatively as you can in his hold, feeling his strong fingers flex against your throat.
Too quickie, he bullies his cock inside of you. You cry out, a tear falling down the apple of your cheek as you stretch around him and take what he gives you. You swallow against the anchor of his hand, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth as he bounces you in his lap.
“Always so pretty when you cry.”
It must feel so good to be so fucking full, he muses, a playful smile dancing across his face as you mewl for him. The head of his cock is fat and firm, nestling just below your cervix with every thrust. Every roll of your hips has the ridge of his cock sliding just right against your spongy walls, stuffing you more and more every time you come back down to rest against his thighs. He’s throbbing within you, anxious to fill your guts with cum.
Rhythmic little moans begin to pour from your lips, the vibrations tingling against his chokehold. He lets his fingers ease so you can catch breath, only to cinch tighter and make your pretty head float to the clouds as he fucks you.
“Oh Daddy,” the name is so lewd yet so sweet from your mouth, unable to control yourself as hot waves of bliss wash over your body.
“That’s right, baby, gonna fill you to the fucking brim and breed you. Give you babies that look like me, fuck,” each word is punctuated with a heavy thrust of his cock into your depths, stretching and filling, “make you mine and keep you.”
“Yes, yes, please, want your babies, need to feel you cum in me.”
“Been watchin’ you with my kid for so long, want us makin’ our own, want you here every time I come home.”
He’s not sure if the sparkling tears that start dribbling down your pretty face are happy or overwhelmed, but he doesn’t really care. He catches one against your cheek with his tongue, salt against his lips.
A tumble of strangled curses meet his ears, smothered by his hand and by the sound of his thick balls slapping against your ass. You’re getting tight again, clit rubbing against the patch of crimson curls and fit muscles with every push and pull he gives you.
“You’re such a good girl, perfect to have my babies, perfect to get fucked dumb.”
“Ah-ah, yes, Daddy, such a good girl for you, promise. Please make me c-cum, please, wanna milk your cock so, so bad.”
Music to his ears. This is what he dreams of on late nights, in a cramped ship cabin with his cock strangled in his fist—you, crying pretty tears, begging to let him breed you.
His balls tighten as your cunt cinches. Thoughts of making you his, breeding you every night until you ripen with his child overtake every corner of his brain until he’s nothing but a primal machine barreling into your body.
Shanks’ instincts go into overdrive, hand releasing your neck so he can grab your hip and pull you down with every snap of his cock into your oversensitive cunt. Your slick is drooling again, pooling against his thighs, soaking into his couch cushions. He doesn’t even care that sweat is dripping from his brow, red hair falling into his face and yours as he crushes you to him and dares to take everything he wants and more.
He’s racing to orgasm, can feel it in his weary shoulders, in his stomach. Your pussy is twitching, squelching, begging him for another release. His thumb finds its way to your clit again, pressing far too hard, but he needs to make you cry for him, to feel you come apart in his lap.
“Love fucking this tight little cunny, you’re perfect for me.”
He puts unholy pressure on your clit, coiling you until you explode, a mess of tears and slick as you convulse around the width of his cock. The suction makes his eyes roll back, shoulders falling against the back of the couch as he continually fucks into you.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it, baby. Give me another.”
“Shanks!” you squeal, but quickly slap your hand over your mouth, eyes shutting tightly as you try to listen for the sound of a waking baby over the cacophony of sex in the room. “C-can’t,” you whisper, “can’t do another.”
“Oh yes you can, pretty baby. You have it in you.”
His thumb is mean against your clit. Hot, right circles that make your legs shake, cunt squishing around the bounce of his cock.
“Please, please, I can’t. Just cum, cum in me and breed me and—”
“One more, just one more. Wanna milk my cock, yeah? Wanna suck all my seed into your guts? One more.”
You let him have you, slumping against his chest as he works in and out, in and out, toying with your clit until you’re crying again. You shake uncontrollably, jumping against his lap when too sharp pleasure rockets down your back and tickles your toes.
“Love you so much, baby, you know that right?”
“Mmmhmmm,” you whimper and nod, burying your face into his shirt and clinging to his sides for dear life.
“Love your cunny, love your pretty face, love how you take care of me and my kid. Love you,” he groans from deep within, feeling your hot pussy cream around him as he draws the last bits of pleasure from you.
You gush and shiver, mewling as your cunt squeezes and draws the cum from his balls. He pulls you close as he finally unloads, hand leaving your glossy cunt to pet your hair, making a mess of you as cum starts to string from his cock.
“God, that’s it, good girl, good fucking girl.”
He pumps his load into you, warmth flooding your insides as your cunt struggles take what he gives. Cum starts to burst from the seam of where he plugs you, bubbling out and painting your thighs.
A few moments pass, your ear pressed to his raging heartbeat as you both catch your breath.
“I think you missed me,” he teases, classic grin on his face as you look up at him.
You poke his dimple, freckled from days out in the sun. “We missed each other, silly. Don’t stay away so long next time.”
Shanks kisses your forehead, making no move to unlodge his cock, content to sit with you and feel your tits press to his chest.
“I think, as captain, I can make a new rule for more parental leave. I’m getting you pregnant before I leave for the next trip.”
I cant stop thinking about Eren being desperate for you 24/7...
This man is so whipped for you, its actually comical.
He's constantly asking if he can put his dick in you for a little bit. He doesn't even care if you guys are actually fucking he just likes the intimacy.
He gives absolutely zero fucks about what you two are doing or where you are.
"Baby, let me stuff your pussy while you do your make-up please?"
"Come sit on my cock while I play this game."
Like just imagine...
You're on your bed laying on your stomach just minding your business, trying to take a nap, when you hear him come in. There's a few moments of silence until you feel him strip your yoga pants and panties down to rest under the swell of your ass. In your half asleep dreamy haze you feel him spread your ass open wide which makes you stir
"Shhh, just go back to sleep." You feel him stroke your hair lovingly and slip two fingers into your waiting cunt. You whine and whimper as you grow needier. A quiet whisper "Fuckkkk yesss" can be heard as his long and thick veiny cock sinks into you so deep making you feel so amazingly full as usual.
Don't even get me started on how he gets so horny for you doing mundane tasks
"Lift your skirt for me, please." Missing the questioning tone and sounding more like a demand.
"WE'RE IN A FUCKING GROCERY STORE!"
"So? No one's gonna see, I promise." You didn't even get a chance to reply before he has your skirt in hand. Pulling your panties to the side and thrusting himself violently inside you, bottoming out. You choke out a gasp at being fully impaled on him so suddenly. He kisses your temple when he hears you hiss and whimper as tears start to sting your eyes from the stretch with no prep. You shiver as you hear him mumble a soft "Such a good little whore for me," with a sigh of content in your ear. He starts moving in and out of you slowly, only stopping when another person walks into the aisle.
He let's your skirt hang around you as normally as possible, while he goes in as deep as he can and stills. Grabbing something off the shelves and putting in infront of you as if you both were reading the label. His jacket covering both your sides from view while the cart blocks your front.
The man walks past you both and leaves the aisle, without missing a beat Eren starts pounding into you again. "See, no one will know. So just be a good slut for me while I use this pussy to jerk off my fat cock, yeah?" He ended up cumming deep inside you, making both of you moan louder than you should. He pulled out and tucked himself back in his jeans pulling your panties back into place. He cups your pussy pressing his fingers on top of the cotton, and rubbed rough circles onto your fucked out hole. "Keep all of it inside, baby. We don't want people to ask questions if it starts to drip onto the floor."
How he'd just walk up to you on the couch and spread your legs while you watched you favorite show. He is very happy to see his personal fucktoy so ready for him, splayed out on the couch naked. Wordlessly laying between your thighs, taking his time to eat you out hard bringing you to atleast 3 orgasms before sitting up and sinking his cock into your needy pussy.
He whines so loud and deliciously as he buries himself to the base. He lifts your legs and pushes them to your chest, allowing him to go impossibly deeper. The scream that you let out when he starting roughly humping into you was enough to turn him into an absolute mess. He starts POUNDING that pussy so hard that he barley notices the bulge that forms in your lower belly.
But when he does tho.... he goes absolutely feral with the sight of his cockhead poking out under your skin just bellow your belly button.
He forgot what it even feels like to cum anywhere besides your wet and warm holes. Like this man straight up refuses to cum if he can't stuff it deep inside you one way or another. Even if you ask him to cum somewhere else he only agrees if he can push it into you with his fingers afterwards.
This man's moans, whimpers and whines are fucking immaculate. He is so vocal and absolutely unafraid about being heard, he is so pussy whipped he couldn't care any less if he was being too loud.
In conclusion this man has me by the neck and the pussy. I just know he's packing ONG!😫
synopsis ↬ mirio's bunny tamaki needs help with his heat
warnings ↬ hybrids, reader is a cow!hybrid, tamaki is a bunny!hybrid, nejire is the reader's owner, mirio is tamaki's owner, mirio and nejire are both pro-heroes, i made the reader chubby because fuck it why not, however some parts I might describe body shape vaguely, reader is literally treated like a pet, some nejire x reader but you can skip over that if you'd like, collars, thigh-riding, some mentions of insecurities, reader says 'moo' sometimes, reader is innocent and a bit dumb, breeding k-nk, or-l (receiving), unprotected s-x, milk but no milking, lactation(?), mentions of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy, a lot of c-mming scenes, just a disclaimer i know nothing about the heat cycles of bunnies and cows, all i know is what i googled, I'm sorry if this sounds crap or if there are typos, this exhausted me so much, let me know if I’ve missed anything :)
pairings ↬ bunny-hybrid!amajiki tamaki x cow-hybrid!fem!chubby!reader
word count ↬ 5.5k
fun fact ↬ did you know that bunny babies are called kits/kittens ? 🐰
Nejire anxiously ran her fingers through her hair as she listened intently to Mirio over the phone. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to fathom some of the nonsensical words that left his lips. When her turn to speak came, she stumbled over her words. Desperately trying to find coherent sentences as her feet tapped against the flooring of her apartment. Finally, piecing her string of words together, she said:
"This month's been the worst, Mirio," She tensed for a bit and exhaled before deciding to continue. "I feel so bad... There's nothing I can do to help her."
She peered behind and searched the room, trying to see if you were sneakingly eavesdropping on their conversation. She knew you all too well; whenever you realized how stressed she was, you would always try to cheer her up. In the worst situation, you would mirror her emotions. Nejire knew the last thing you needed right now was more stress. Mirio hummed in a concerned tone; he sympathized with her as he was enduring the same predicament.
"I know how you feel," Nejire calms briefly, at least she has someone that could understand her. "My Tamaki is going through the same problem." His throat hitched over the last word.
"I don't know what to do. She's been following me everywhere I go... I don't wanna be rude, it's not her fault," Nejire's palm rested on her forehead. As the seconds passed, she'd grown more upset.
Indeed, you had been attached to her hip since the very start of your torturous heat. Today was no exception; Nejire sat in the living room with her back facing you. Only a few feet away, you stood and listened in to her conversation. You hurried downstairs before she could see you, clear essence dripping down your bare and plump thighs. Earlier, you stripped out of your bottoms and panties; your skin felt so hot and icky, it was unbearable.
She was the only sense of relief you had. Your previous heats were manageable; the feeling of Nejire's skin against yours seemed to calm you enough. Yet, for the past few days, it's been different.
'Embarrassed' was the wrong word to describe how she felt during the start of your heat. It came so suddenly, the same day you two visited Taishiro and his bull, Kirishima. You kept grasping onto him, trying to coerce him into mounting you in the middle of Taishiro's office. Nejire quickly pulled you off before the redhead complied, and he certainly would have.
As you two were leaving, you must've caught the attention of another hybrid. This time, a blonde-haired hawk with the brightest crimson wings who wanted to approach you, before she shooed him away
At home, there was not much of an improvement. Somehow, traces of your wetness would leak from your cunt and drip onto nearly every fabric of the home. Nejire's already changed your bedsheets twice and cleaned the mess from the couch each time you sat. Always complaining that wearing clothes makes you feel "too sticky and warm!" whenever she would scold you.
"Just have some patience," Mirio coos over the phone. "I'm sure it'll be over soon. I've been busy trying to find Tamaki a new partner, but he doesn't like the ones I show him. I tried using toys once, but he hates them. He's gotten so stressed, won't even let me tend to him."
"Oh, poor Tamaki..."
"Yeah... You know, you could always try that with (Y/N). Using toys or finding her a mate. She's such a cute doll, it won't be hard."
"I don't know if a mate is a good idea... I'll consider using some toys on her, though. Maybe that will help..." Nejire pauses on the phone, staring out into space while in deep thought.
"Hmm... a mate?" Mirio chuckles to himself quietly before continuing. "My Tamaki really needs one right now. Why don't we kill two birds with one stone? C'mon, it'll be convenient for both of us..!"
"You mean... make them mates?" Nejire lets out a soft gasp at the thought, startling herself. "But—But they aren't the same... Is that even okay?"
"Don't stress over it. Different hybrids do it all the time," Mirio says, a little too confident and comfortable for Nejire's liking.
Hearing your whimpers behind her, Nejire turns to stare at you. Her eyes widen at your state: clutching the lower half of your body as your slick coats your inner thighs. You stared at Nejire with puppy eyes, expecting her to fix your problem. She already knew what your actions meant, as you two have been through this ordeal numerous times. She shifted in her seat on the couch, stuttering over her words to a confused Mirio.
"Oh—Oh, sorry! I gotta go. Let's talk more tomorrow, okay?" Nejire exchanges her 'goodbyes' with him and quickly hangs up. "What's the matter, babydoll? Pain?"
"Moo..." You say while nodding. Your heavy head soon falls, staring at the ground before Nejire's soft voice calls to you.
"C'mere," She pats a free space on her thighs and coaxes you to her.
You move, taking a few cautious steps toward the couch and stopping once you are in front of her. Still staring down, this time at her lap, your hold on your tummy eases for a bit. She pats her exposed thighs again and looks up at you, ready for you to sit. Nejire seems a bit saddened and confused when you remain still.
"You want me to sit?” You ask, to which she nods. “But— What if I’m too heavy?”
“Don’t say that, princess. You're perfect,” She holds your waist and ushers you to her lap, making you sit over one of her thighs while facing her.
Your hands instinctively more to wrap around her neck as Nejire beams at you with bright and welcoming eyes. "i know what you want," she coos once feeling your warmth pressing deeply into her thigh. Her hands move to lock around your hips, holding you still while gently rocking you against her skin. One of them moves to your upper back, caressing it while you nuzzle into her neck. The other grazed down to your ass, cupping your full flesh in her palms.
"Hah~..!" Mewling into her ear and rolling your hips softly into her thigh. Nejire smiled to herself as she helped to guide the movement of your body, not minding that her thigh was covered in your mess. Her thigh softly bucked upwards, pressing your swollen clit deeper and relishing at your needy whimpers.
"Did that feel good?" Neijire mumbles quietly yet loud enough for you to hear. You could only respond with a soft moan, rocking your hips back and forth into her skin for some relief. "Yeah? You're such a cutie,"
Her hand moved from your back to gently caress your swooshing tail. Stroking and tugging at it lightly, the way you always enjoyed it. With every pass along her thigh, a warmth pooled in your lower region. Walls twitching as you rubbed on her body, your dripping slick lubed up your cunt. Desperate for more friction, your hips quickened their pace with Nejire's firm hold aiding you.
Rutting your clit against her and panting, she recognized the familiar hitching of your voice. The same sounds she'd been hearing since morning. "gonna cum soon, doll?" She said, relishing in the sweet wet sounds of your pussy on her legs. Her knee bucked into you once more, making you quiver and gasp. Both hands returned to cup your ass as she coaxed your body nearer to a climax.
Feeling you twitch on her skin, she softly laughed to herself. Nejire knew what would happen next, she'd been studying your movements after every heat. Soon, you stilled in her hold before pressing yourself into her with your nails digging into her skin. You released one final moan before your muscles soon quivered along with the frequent flicking of your tail. Your warm juices gushed onto her skin as you panted onto her neck.
"You made a mess... Hmm, you came faster than last time too," She says, staring down at the glistening clear nectar coating her thigh.
"Oh no... 'm sorry," Whispering while clinging to her arms, you lifted yourself up to peer down with her.
"It's okay, don't worry. But hey," Nejire pinches your chubby cheeks, forcing you to look up at her. "Tomorrow, I have a surprise coming... It'll make you feel all better again."
"Really? A surprise?" She smiles brightly seeing your tail flick back and forth. "What is it..?"
"Ah, I can't tell you, or else that'll ruin the surprise..." Unfazed by your pouting lips, she gives you a light tap on the nose. She's not sure whether her plans will work, but still, Nejire decides to stay hopeful. "Now, let's clean up. We've gotta get to bed soon."
Nejire tries to untangle your bodies from each other, except your hands refuse to move. She sighs, not in the mood to deal with any defiance until she feels you nuzzle closer into her neck.
"What's the matter?" She asks but is only met with incoherent whispers and your needy touches. Finally, it clicks in her head.
"Ah, I see... Wanna go again?"
Nejire takes a step back from you, making you twirl while examining your attire. Releasing a pleased hum, she asks if you like the clothes. You nod along and stare at yourself in the full-body mirror. It wasn't the best, but certainly different from the usual style you wear on special occasions. She takes a pink and gold collar and wraps it around your neck; your name is carved into the leather. A small silver cowbell is attached at the center, ringing with every movement of your head.
You wore a white long-sleeve shirt paired with a denim overall dress that flows past your thighs, stopping at your knees. It's loose on certain parts of your body, letting you roam and move freely.
Nejire thought it would've been best to have you all dolled up and make you feel special for this big day. But with Mirio's advice, she decided to go for something simple. He said, "Tamaki won't care about what she has on, that's not what matters," in a tone that made her second-guess agreeing to this meeting.
"I really didn't want to do this, babydoll," She murmured anxiously but seems to regret it once she sees you become nervous as well.
She went out of her way to avoid it until there wasn't much left for her to do.
The same night as Nejire's first phone call with Mirio, she ordered some toys that she thought would be enough — mostly vibrators and dildos in different sizes. She even paid for ultra-fast delivery, making it arrive the next day. You watched as she unboxed each of the toys, presenting them to you as if it was Christmas Day. A bubbling excitement to try out your new gifts seemed to overtake you that night.
It went well, but only for a few minutes.
After helping you strip out of your stuffy clothes, she makes you lie down on your bed. Nejire held up two toys, both vibrators, and asks which is your favorite. They’re quite large; at least bigger than you expected, since Nejire mentioned something about wanting to “start off slow.”
One in the shape of a bullet and fully colored in magenta. While the other was a pastel pink wand with the image of a rabbit carved into its plastic covering. You pointed to the wand; she smiled at your choice and placed the other toy away. There wasn’t any particular reason why you chose it, you just liked how it looked.
Nejire nestled herself to your side before turning on the wand, hovering it over the hood of your clit. Pressing it into your sex on the lowest setting seemed to be enough; the pulsating head sent waves of pleasure through your core. She glides the wand across your folds as wet sputtering noises echoed through the walls.
She leaned downward, her hot mouth enveloped around your hardened nipple. Suckling at the bud and making your moans grow louder in your bedroom. Nejire swears she’s read something online about milking cow hybrids on their heat; it makes them feel so much better. It was only to help you and nothing else, she repeats to herself as the rich and sweet taste of your milk coats her tongue.
With your approving mewls, she pulls her head back and watches as your white liquid cascades down your breast and onto your duvet. Perhaps it was the feeling of her tongue darting against your bud, trying to lap up any milk that came out. Or the feeling of the wand on your swollen clit, making your hips buck upwards desperately. Soon, you felt it fast approaching; ready to unwind and release on the pastel head, more than just once that night.
Until your hands cling onto Nejire again. It’s not your fault, you just need to touch something… anything. To feel, kiss, and hold. You did just that. It must’ve caught her by surprise — your lips pressing a warm kiss into her neck as your hands groped her breast. Nejire pulled away in an instant, just before you could climax.
Nejire tries to convince herself that she’s not into cowgirl pussy. Or maybe she is — no, she isn’t… right? Well, maybe she could try just once. No. No. She isn’t. She’s made you cum all those times, sullying her perfectly clean panties when reminiscing. But she swears on her life, she isn’t.
She mutters a soft “sorry…” before hightailing out of the room, so fast you couldn’t reach out to her in time. Pulled apart with so much force as you watch her leave, visibly confused and slightly pissed.
Nejire grabs her phone, reluctantly yet anxiously dialing Mirio’s number. Praying that he answers soon, which he does. She takes a deep breath and says, “alright, fine… let’s do it tomorrow,” to which he laughs and agrees.
That’s how you two ended up here.
Standing by the front door and waiting for Mirio to arrive, Nejire caresses your horns and strokes your ears. She believes she's trying to relax you, but she seems to be the only one nervous. Her hands touch your collar and smooth out any wrinkles in your clothing. Leaning down, she whispers countless times about how beautiful you are. It wasn't unusual for her to give you compliments, but with each affirmation, she seems to calm down.
Nejire jumps at the sound of the doorbell, startled by the noise. She curses under her breath before holding your hand and guiding you to the front door. Her hands seem to tremble as she unlocks it, not even bothering to ask who's at the door. She already knows, they've arrived exactly on time.
When she opens the door, a tall blonde man appears — the brightest smile is plastered across his face. He greets Nejire with an upbeat voice and pulls her into an embrace, which she more than happily returns. His muscular arms flex through his tight long sleeve shirt, you almost miss it with his blinding smile.
As soon as they separate, his round doll-like eyes land on you. His hands move to his hips, in a superman stance. He arches his back, leaning lower until you two are face-to-face with each other.
"So, you must be (Y/N)," His large palm pats your head, stroking your ears rougher than Nejire. "Aren't you the cutest?"
"...Thank you," You sheepishly say to the man, who doesn't appreciate your shyness.
"Oh, c'mon..." He pinches your round cheeks softly, "Don't you remember me? Lemillion? Say it with me... the future's gonna be..?"
"Moo..?"
"...Grim!" He says, but you remain unfazed which makes him a little disappointed. "That's what you're supposed to say, but don't worry... it's me, Mirio! I guess it's been a while since the last time we saw each other.”
“Yeah, about a year,” Nejire says while caressing your shoulder. “I don’t think she still remembers… hopefully,”
“It was when we rescued her from that awful farm," Mirio’s face grimaces in disgust before he continues. “From those terrible owners… I can’t believe it’s been a year, it still feels like yesterday.”
"The vet said it wasn't a good idea to bring it up again, Mirio," Nejire frantically says, not wanting to discuss your bad memories. “She doesn’t— uh, we’re starting to move on from that…”
"She doesn't seem too bothered, right?" Mirio glances at you once more but continues speaking, obviously not caring about your input. "She was so sick when we found her and the others, it's a miracle she survived."
"Yeah..." Nejire mumbles with glossy eyes, you swear it looks like she's holding back tears.
"You know," Mirio's deep blue eyes lock with you again. "You should be thankful for Nejire. She helped nurse you back to health and took you in from the shelter. She raised you well! Just perfect for my precious Tamaki!"
Tamaki? You try and peer behind Mirio's frame to see another man with indigo hair standing with his body towards a wall. You can't see his face too well, his large bunny ears cover his reddening cheeks. He's almost as tall as Mirio but his hunching back makes him seem smaller than he actually is.
"Tamaki's still as shy as ever,"
"Sorry, he's been like that since we got here..." Mirio stares back to examine Tamaki who sinks further into himself once feeling all the eyes on him.
He proceeds to ramble about finding Tamaki on the same farm; injured and walking around, a few feet away from the cowshed where you stayed with the other cows. Your previous owner never let any of you outside to graze or play around, so you never saw Tamaki or anyone else. Mirio proclaims this to be fate, perhaps it is as your eyes are transfixed on the bunny.
The way his ears flop down into his face is so... adorable? It makes your heart swell at his actions. Tamaki feels the same way about you too, except it's a different "swelling" — the aroma of your lingering heat travels through his lungs and shoots to his length with every breath. Tightening in his sweatpants into a noticeable bulge that he can't hide anymore, and no one bothers mentioning. You only notice the cute twitching of his nose at the scent.
"Well, come inside," Nejire steps back away from the door to let Mirio in. He grasps Tamaki’s arm and tugs him inside. “I prepared everything just as you asked.”
She walks them to your bedroom and opens the door for Mirio to see. Your bed is neatly made and covered in a fresh pink duvet — specifically used for this occasion. Various toys are left out on a small table; Nejire thought it would be best to have them, just in case. Mirio only laughed and said you would never need to use it. She warned you not to touch them, luckily there was no need since she’d brought you to another orgasm only a few hours prior. Quenching whatever needs you had for a short time.
“It looks perfect,” Mirio takes a step inside, only to glance around the room. “You did better than I thought you would,”
“Really? Does the design look alright? Are the bedsheets too thin? Is the room too cold?” She spews questions at Mirio, just like her usual behavior but he only responds with a deep chuckle.
“You worry too much, Nejire… Now,” He turns to Tamaki who still has his face aimed towards the ground with no interest in looking. “Why don’t we get started? We have a playdate with Yagi’s bunny tonight.”
“I think Tamaki’s getting excited already,” Nejire laughs to herself before leading you into the room.
“Are you, boy?” He scratches the back of Tamaki’s ears, making them twitch in surprise while his feet thump on the ground. Mirio nudges him into your bedroom and turns to you while saying, “now, take care of my precious sun,”
Nejire gives you a warm smile; a visible hint of concern covers her face as she says, “come and call us if you need anything.” Mirio winks at you and shuts the door.
“Hi..!” You say, maybe a little too excited. Your voice causes Tamaki to retreat further away from you.
“Hi…” Tamaki mumbles back, battling between trying to find somewhere to hide or devouring your scent.
Tamaki’s shoulder slumped inwards, too standoffish and cowardly. He wore a plain t-shirt and loose sweatpants, it seemed like he had something large inside? He stood awkwardly in your room, not knowing where to stand. He seemed too scared to look up and face you properly, he hadn’t even gotten a good look at you since he arrived.
“Are you okay? You look scared…” Concerned, you took a step closer to him but it only makes him tense. "You don't have to be scared of me. Do you want me to show you around my room? C'mon, I have some new toys..!"
You pointed over to the small table where an array of toys was laid out. Tamaki shyly looked up to glance at them; his eyes soon landed on a pink wand that was marked by your scent. Oh god, as if he needed more temptations to battle. With every passing second, trying to avoid you became impossible. Well, Nejire hasn't shown you around your friends often during your heat. It must be nice seeing a new face.
"Huh..?" Tamaki stares down at you, just briefly. You reach upwards and scratch at his ears. He releases a pretty loud groan and thumps his feet against the ground.
"Bunny, you're so adorable! Won't you play with me?" You take another step closer, and the scent of your heat engulfs his lungs.
"W- Wait, I can't..." He moves another step backward, making you move in his direction.
"What's wrong?" Your eyes scan over his body and notice the tent in his loose sweatpants. "Is it this? Does it hurt, bunny?" Pointing at the bulge, your palm soon instinctively moves to palm him through the fabric.
Tamaki's breath hitches, startled by your touch as he shudders at your hands on him. As a whine leaves his lips, you pull away, thinking that he is in pain, "'m sorry, did that hurt..?"
He sharply exhales and nods, "yeah..." while his rosy cheeks deepen in their color. Perhaps it was the way your hand curiously touched him, trying to explore his new territories. Or maybe it did "hurt"? He'd been “hurting” since he stepped into your home. Tamaki knew the perfect solution to take the pain away; he'd done it so many times before, why did he feel shy now? He seemed to accept your scent and the need to make his claim over you. It was only primal. It was only natural. With your lingering touches, you must want it too, he thought.
"Oh, I can get Mirio to help," You say while facing the direction of the door. Tamaki reaches out to hold you back from walking; his grip on your arm is tight, too desperate and needy.
"No, no. Please don't go," He pleads, giving you a strange expression.
"But you said you're in pain?"
"Yeah, I am, but—" He stares down and smiles to himself, still blushing. "You smell really good..."
"I do..?" Your eyes trail down to his, Tamaki's looking at your tummy — or at least that's what you think. His nose twitches again, inhaling you another time this evening.
You lean into Tamaki, breathing in his scent just as he did yours. Oh, how did you miss it? To any normal person, they would've been indifferent. But, to you, it was a sweet-smelling musk that sent a tingle to your core. You wanted more, your pupils dilated as you locked eyes with Tamaki. He smiled before reaching down to hold your hand. Until you feel warmth return to the pit of your stomach. Oh no, it was starting again.
Tamaki's hand intertwines with yours, afraid to let you go now that he senses your heat intensifying. You thought it would be fine for a few more hours, at least that's what Nejire claimed.
His other hand presses against your soft tummy, trailing down each dip and curve before stopping at your mound. Somehow he acts with a bit more confidence, too mesmerized by your scent now. With a strong need to touch, hold and feel. Anything to get close to your body. You need Nejire, now.
"I—I have to call Nejire... Oh no..." Not yet, not when you haven't gotten the chance to spend time with him. It seems like Tamaki has different plans in store for you.
"I can take care of it for you..." He kneels until he's at eye level with your heat and hikes up the hem of your skirt.
Marveling at the sight of your exposed heat, he peered up with glee. His nose and ears twitched simultaneously as Tamaki remained eager to sink in and devour you. Flattening his tongue, he takes long licks against your slick covered skin. His tongue moved from your inner thighs right to the warmth erupting in your core. Your hands instinctively grasped his indigo hair, trying to hold something but pushing him closer. Until you feel his nose rubbing against your clit, taking in your scent and wanting to melt into your body.
"T—Tama...Ki~" You mewled out as you felt him glide across your folds, collecting and tasting everything on his tongue. A new sensation you've never felt before; it was different from Nejire or any of the toys she'd used on you.
He happily maneuvered his warm muscle to your swollen clit. Darting his tongue across your bud, he feels your thighs tremble in his hands. Soon, Tamaki held your plump hips closer as he stopped you from falling. It didn't take long before you no longer want Nejire's help anymore. You'd forgotten all about her when you saw saliva and your juices covering Tamaki's chin. Attaching his lips to your bud, he suckled on the nub as wet sounds echoed through the room.
Bucking your hips against Tamaki’s tongue, you felt him slip his warm muscle past your folds. He trailed along your delicate skin, soon dipping the tip of his tongue inside your entrance, just briefly before slipping out. His lips curled into a sly smirk against your skin as you shuddered. Peering up, he becomes so enamored at your reactions — at every twitch your body makes and the not-so-soft yelps that messily escape through the grit of your teeth. His tongue soon finds your clit again, this time focusing deeper on your sex.
"O—Oh... Hah... Bunny— Slow down... Or 'm gonna..." You tried to say, instead stuttering over nearly every word as Tamaki quickened his movements on your clit. He didn't seem to care, his ears no longer hung low instead they protruded. Your walls clenched on his tongue as they gushed clear nectar that he soon greedily lapped up.
Panting, you tried to take a step away until his hands grip deeper into your skin. Tamaki's not done just yet, "where ya going, doll?" he dribbled past his lips, "i've gotta clean you up first." He licks your folds clean until only his saliva remains. With each pass of his tongue on your sensitive heat, you tremble softly.
When he's satisfied he pulls away, quickly standing and helping you sit on the end of your bed. Tamaki uses his hands to wipe any of your mess on his mouth, he blushes a deep pink as he realizes what he's just done.
"Oh fuck... I'm so sorry," He says with an earnest and genuine expression on his face. This time, Tamaki can stare at you — at least he doesn't seem too embarrassed. "I mean— You just looked really nice... You probably hate me, I'm sorry..."
"No, I don't," You offer him a warm smile that calms him. "Is that why you were so shy around me?" Tamaki nods to your question. "I—I really liked it too... Can we— Can we do it again?"
“Yeah,” Tamaki takes a few steps closer until he stands directly in front of you.
His hands fumble with the straps of your overall skirt, not used to the clothing. After a few tries, you help him unbuckle each strap and slip out of them. He helps you out of your shirt and carefully places your clothing neatly in your room. When he’s in front of you again, you reach for the waistband of his sweatpants. He stops you with his hand halting your movements.
“Can I touch?” You ask with puppy eyes but Tamaki isn’t fazed by you at all.
“No… don’t worry about me,” He says while gently nudging you on your back. “Wanna save it for later. But now, I just wanna taste you again…”
Tamaki’s hands softly caressed your hips, gently raising and spreading your legs before dipping into your inner thighs. He stared lovingly at your slick as a blush covered his cheeks again, proud at the sight. He lowered his head until he disappeared between your legs, holding them tightly to keep you still.
You can feel his hot and heavy breath against your skin. Tamaki’s lips trail soft kisses along your thighs, stopping once he’s arrived at your swollen clit again. He places one last kiss on your bud before using his flat tongue to lap at any essence that leaked from your entrance. Still sensitive from your orgasm, you quiver and moan with each touch on your clit.
Soon, he removes his tongue from your folds and eases up briefly. His middle finger glides along your slick, teasing your clit gently before plunging inside your warm entrance as you release a soft moan at the feeling. Your walls clench around his finger, sucking him deeper as he moved in and out. Tamaki’s hips buck into your mattress as he tried to build friction on his aching cock. Each roll of his hips matched the movement of his fingers, trying desperately to mimic as if he was actually fucking you.
Leaning down once again, you feel his tongue flick against your clit. Delicate yet sharp touches before he’s attached to it, suckling on your bud. Tamaki’s middle finger curls into your velvety walls, trying to find the spot that makes you clench around his fingers. As he does, your hands claw at his scalp, not too rough but enough for his hips to roll deeper into the plush mattress.
“Mmph~ Hah..! Tama—” You try to call his name, but a sudden warm feeling returns — a flood of ecstasy threatening to spill over again.
Your walls quiver around Tamaki’s finger as he slows his pace to help you cool down after your climax. “fu—fuck,” he says while slipping his finger out of your cunt. He’s too busy peeping down at the annoying tent inside his sweatpants. Of course, he wouldn’t let the opportunity pass. He placed his middle finger inside his mouth, although he knew your taste well, Tamaki suckles on his finger until it was glossy and only stained with his saliva.
“Fuck..!” He hisses under his breath when he’s done. Easing up off the mattress, you see it. A wet spot in the fabric of his pants, right over his clothed tip. The lightest damp patch stained your mattress sheets.
Tamaki’s eyebrows furrow and he seems agitated at the sight. It took you some time to realize as you were still dazed. He’s disappointed; what a waste of perfectly good seed. It’d been so long since he’d done this with someone, maybe he got a little carried away? God, he wanted it inside you so bad. He couldn’t wait any longer, or else it would’ve driven him mad. Tamaki needed to be inside, feel your walls on his cock just as they did with his fingers. If he got really lucky, you could cum on his shaft.
When you asked if he was alright, he simply chuckled and nodded, “yeah, yeah… even better since you tasted so good.” Tamaki eases up off the mattress, he fumbles with his shirt and sweats before throwing them on the ground — hastily and with no care. You follow and sit up just as he returns to his original position. Tamaki raises his hand to gently push you back onto the soft duvet until you stop him…
“Will you let me touch now?” You ask while flashing puppy eyes at Tamaki who can’t resist them.
He nods again, opening his arms as an invitation for you to come closer. Loosely holding onto one of your hands, Tamaki pulls you closer to him. He gazed away shyly as he heard your breath hitch in surprise. His mushroom tip, the same color as his pink cheeks, leaked his clear precum. Veins adorned his protruding shaft as it nestled high with patches of indigo hair covering the base.
Tamaki guides your hand to wrap around his length. He places his fingers over yours, helping you pump along his foreskin. It felt so uncomfortably stiff in your palms. Almost brimming with impatience despite speckles of white along his pink head. You cheekily traced your thumb along his oozing slit, to which Tamaki responds with a sharp gasp.
“Lay back down, doll,” He whispers but ushers you along impatiently. His hand replaces yours as he strokes his cock. Staring down at your heat while nestling in the space between your legs.
Soon, Tamaki presses his tip against the hood of your clit; he closes his eyes briefly and prepares as if it’s his first time. His tip prods your entrance as he enters you, hips easing closer inch by inch. Expletives leave his lips as he stretches you out; you fit so snugly and tight, coaxing him deeper inside you. He caresses along your sides before stopping at your hips and grasping your plump skin.
The sudden pressure invites pain through your entrance despite his skillful tongue making you climax. As he bottoms out — tip kissing your cervix — he holds himself up with one of his arms with the other still attached to your skin. Positioning himself so that you two are face-to-face. Tamaki smiles and stares down at you with unwavering and lovestruck eyes. Until he notices your furrowed eyebrows as you wince through your teeth.
Seeing this, his lips curl into a frown. Now, you're his mate — or you will be very soon, Tamaki hopes it's for life — and the only being of importance on his mind right now. When he asks what's wrong in a caring and tender voice, you trail your hand down to your lower stomach and say, "pain..." He presses his lips against yours, trying to shush any cries that leave your throat.
As a minute passes, he starts moving his kisses along your neck and chest to make you relax. Waiting until your face begins to soften, he starts to move and shifts backward before his hips connect with yours. Tamaki's kisses soon become harsh; suckles and nips into your skin leaves behind light bruises. His teeth sink into a small space on your neck, not too painful but enough for you to release a quiet gasp. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, urging him closer to your body until he nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder. Tamaki's hips move languidly, gently rocking as his cock massages your velvety walls. His breath hitches in his throat as he moans; raspy and hushed, it tickles the hairs on your neck
His sweet touches on your body replaced any pain, soon making your tense muscles loosen. Placing his lips along your jaw, Tamaki tries desperately to hold off the primal urges in him wanting to devour you whole. The way you squeeze tight around his cock nearly makes him uncoil and spill his seed inside, completely swallowed by your slick warmth. His hips start to slow; lifting his head upwards as he slides out of you until only the head of his cock is inside. He peers down at your essence coating his cock, making his foreskin shine under the light of your bedroom.
Tamaki lets out an exasperated sigh, still pissed off from releasing it too early. He can't waste anything this time. You're too distracted by the sight of his ears sticking up that you notice him adjusting your legs too late. He tightly grasps the back of your thighs before pushing them up to your chest. "sh—shit...", he swears as he presses you further into the bedsheets. Burying deep inside you with every sharp thrust of his hips, Tamaki picks up his pace. His gasps became louder, incoherent whines that bounced off the walls of the room. His voice easily surpassed yours with the wave of ecstasy coursing through his shaft.
One of his hands moves from your legs and travels to your chest. Tamaki's palm gropes your breast, squeezing around your flesh until sweet, rich milk starts to flow from your nipple. He leans down, attaching his lips to your bud and suckling as your milk squirts out and onto his tongue. His other hand tweaks your next bud with two of his fingers making more of your milk spew out; the tiny amount that failed to touch his tongue dripped along your breast and onto your bedsheets. Darting across your nipple with the same rhythm of his hips, warmth returning to the core makes you call to him:
"Tama—ki..! Mmph~..." Stuttering out his name must have triggered something in him. As if you were coaxing him closer and accepting him as your mate. Plant his seed, to breed and mark his territory inside your aching walls.
His thrusts become sloppy, balls slapping onto your dripping cunt and soft ass. Slick trickles down your cheeks and splatters onto your sheets as your bodies melt together into one. Tamaki starts thinking of your belly even fuller with his kits and babies growing inside, your tits swollen and plump leaking with milk. The nonexistent images running through his mind made his hips pump into you with vigor. His face, flushed and covered by his wet hair, lifts up as his hands cage either side of your body. Your nails claw into his shoulders and litter his with red indents, marking him just as he did to you.
Tamaki presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth. His body stills and then shudders over yours, he loudly grunts as his cock twitches inside your walls. Draining all of his seed and coating you in his scalding white cum. His grasp on your body tightens as if he's worried that you'll run away, he keeps a lock on your body. You give gentle pats on his back, trying to calm him while his chest rose and lowered heavily.
He catches his breath for a few brief moments, reluctant to pull away until he's done. But, like the energetic bunny he is, he can't seem to stay still. Tamaki slips out of you and covers his hand over your heat, careful not to make anything spill. He wraps his arm around your waist and gently turns you over until you're on your tummy with your ass up.
"What—What are you do—doing?" You croak, thighs quivering and weakened with your ass up. You can't kneel on the bed completely so you lay flat on your tummy and peer back at him.
"J—Just one more time..." Tamaki says, already sinking into your warm heat. "Please," Yet, he doesn't give you any time to answer.
His hips piston into you, smacking against your full ass while his hands find their way to your love handles. He grips your flesh in his palms and guides your ass to his cock, just right. "oh fuck—fuck... can't wait, babydoll... full with my— our kits... we'll—nngh... we'll be a big hap—happy family..." Tamaki pants while rambling over you, each thrust pushing you further into the mattress. "don't you want my—my cubs, doll? a big litter..."
Perhaps it was in the moment or your heat making you want more of him, "please... tamaki, i want it—fill me up..." You stutter over your words, but it pleases him. Your walls begin to flutter around his cock, pulsating and squeezing around him. You can't see it, too enamored by bliss, but you feel Tamaki's nails dig into your sides and hear the hiss of his teeth. The whites of his eyes flash briefly as they roll to the back of his head. Mouth agape, a painful whine flees his throat. He does as you ask, filling you up to the brim with more of his creamy cum.
As he calms from his high, he doesn't notice the trickle of his essence that leaves your entrance and runs down your thigh. "you're so perfect for me... i can't wait..." Tamaki's reluctant to pull out, not yet... Instead, he maneuvers your body until he can spoon you. Cock still nestled deep inside you, he wraps his arm around your side and tummy. Exhausted, his warm body lulls you to sleep.
The closing credits of their final movie flashed across the screen as Nejire and Mirio sat on the couch. Mirio's eyes drifted off as he yawned, taking a sip of his beer. Nejire's feet anxiously tapped against the mahogany flooring. Her hands would constantly play with her phone, too worried to actually use it besides checking the time.
It was getting late and the once loud noises made between you and Tamaki had died down quite a bit. She wasn't sure if she had heard anything for the past hour. Her eyes went to Mirio who seemed like he was close to passing out from exhaustion from waiting for Tamaki. Nejire cleared her throat, wanting to dump her racing thoughts, and said:
"Mirio," The blonde's gaze moved from the television screen to Nejire once hearing her call him. "Don't you think we should check on them now? It's getting really late and I'm a little worried..."
"I told you, there's nothing to worry about," He sets his nearly empty beer can on the coffee table. "But sure, we've gotta get going soon."
With little patience, Nejire stands from her seat and begins walking in the direction of your room. A drowsy Mirio follows behind her, stumbling along the way with the amount of beer in his system. It's oddly quiet, not that you were a loud person, but it made Nejire restless regardless of this.
As she approaches, Nejire notices the dim light coming from your room. She knocks on the door and calls your name. There's no response.
"Just open it," Mirio says bluntly while shrugging his shoulders.
Nejire hesitates as she twists open the doorknob, instead choosing to peer through a small gap. It’s a little dark, she doesn’t see you immediately but when she does, her heart melts.
You and Tamaki lay in bed together with bodies intertwined with him holding you in a protective embrace. Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all?
“Ha… I’ll just call Yagi and cancel our plans,” Mirio laughs, joining Nejire as she stares.
She almost forgets that you’re both nude until she sees the cum-stained sheets. Squeaking in surprise, Nejire hurries backward and shuts the door lightly.
“She—She won’t get pregnant, right? Right?” Nejire frantically asks, not amused by Mirio’s calmness.
“I dunno… maybe? Maybe not? We’ll see in nine months.”
“Maybe?” Nejire bubbles with anxiety, praying that you’re not. “I thought you said it was fine!”
“Uh—” Mirio scratches the back of his neck with a guilty expression shown on his face. “That was a lie… I kinda got desperate. Tamaki was being a little difficult.”
“But—But we won’t have the time to take care of them…”
“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you agreed,” As Nejire was about to respond, he shushes her. “Shh, don’t raise your voice, it’ll be fine. Cheer up…” Mirio pats Nejire’s shoulders before taking a few steps away from the door.
“Where are you going?”
“You don’t mind if we sleep over, do you? Wouldn’t wanna disturb our new lovebirds…”
but anyways i just know sero’s pull out game is weak as hell :(
+ tw for accidental creampies, afab!reader, mentions of pregnancy scares, unprotected sex and also pulling out is not an effective contraceptive method l
only cause when he’s fuckin’ you he makes sure he does it right, dick all snug and pressing up against your tight walls— churning up your guts while his skin barely pulls away from yours. smiffs, sero keeps you pinned to the sweat and slick soaked sheets, ramming into you from behind so he can watch the bounce of your ass every time he thrusts into you im crying.
and it’s because he hits so deep, that he gets right in your guts till you can feel him in your tummy and his blunt tip bullies your pleasure spot…it’s because of this that hanta just can’t pull out :( he fucks you so good your little hole just doesn’t wanna let his cock go, clamping down so tight that he pulses inside of you just right. the walls of your pussy commit the shape of him to memory, made to take him and only him.
“c’mon my love, y’gotta let me go…you’re gonna—shit! you’re gonna make me cum.” hanta would tell you, so out of breath— his hot chest sticking to your back as if his fingers haven’t fumbled their way between your parted thighs to draw sinful circles on your clit. he knows it’ll only make you tighter, make his hips rush forward and canter into you, make you see stars. “c’mon baby…i know that’s right.”
but of course, hanta doesn’t really mean it— because you won’t let go while you’re begging for his cum and he won‘t pull out even if it means you’ll both get another scare. that’s the last thing on either of your minds every time sero gets you like this, folding you beneath his touch— because nothing feels better than something you’re not supposed to have. that something being his thick white seed spilling into your spasming hole, pouring down your pussy lips when sero promised he’d pull out at the start :(
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WARNINGS: blood, bruises, scars, stitches, lil knifeplay, breeding, snakes, pet names (love), overstimulation, a smidge of dumbification, biting, cockwarming, tummy bulging, dacryphilia
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childhood friends to lovers, demon slayer reader, possessive kyou and reader, pining kyou and reader
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“You should be more careful, Rengoku-san,” you said as you carefully stitched up a cut on his stomach.
“I can’t worry about myself when others are in danger,” Rengoku said. He hissed as you rubbed antiseptic on the fresh stitches. “They’re more important than I am.”
“You’re important, too, Rengoku-san,” you said. You wrapped a bandage around his stomach before moving to the cut on his thigh.
You’d been at the Butterfly Estate for a few years now. While you were a demon slayer, you much preferred patching people up to killing demons. You’d reached Kinoe ranking and were technically Hashira standard, but you’d decided against it. You still took missions every once in a while, but they were few and far between. It was mostly when the Hashira were busy and it was a higher ranking demon when you were called out.
“Well, it doesn’t matter much if I’m injured since I always have you to patch me up,” Rengoku said, smiling at you.
“And what if I get injured on a mission, Rengoku-san, and I’m not able to patch you up?” You asked.
“I’d wait for you to get better.”
You and Rengoku had joined the Corps at the same time, going into Final Selection together. You’d been joined at the hip since childhood, though, after growing up together since your mother had been the Sound Hashira at the same time Rengoku’s father had been the Flame Hashira.
“And I wish you wouldn’t call me Rengoku-san,” Rengoku added. He nudged you with his elbow. “There was a time you called me Kyou-chan.”
Your cheeks heated up. “That was a long time ago, Rengoku-san. You’re a Hashira now, you rank higher than me. It’s the respectful thing to do.”
“I rank higher than you in title alone, we both know you’ve slayed as many demons as I have, if not more,” Rengoku said. “You’d be a Hashira, too, if you weren’t so stubborn.”
“Then there would be two snake-related Hashira and I don't think Iguro-san would like that,” you said. “He would probably have Kaburamaru swallow me whole.”
“And I would cut her stomach open and free you,” Rengoku said. “There could be a Serpent Hashira and a Python Hashira. Where are Sakura and Midori, by the way? I haven’t seen them since I got here.”
You smiled at the mention of your pets. “Sakura is very agitated right now. She’s shedding and it’s been difficult. Midori is probably sleeping or laying around, he just ate this morning.”
Rengoku hummed.
“I believe you’re all done, Rengoku-san,” you said, stepping back to check over your handy work. “You’ll have to stay here for a few days, though, so I can keep an eye on your stomach injury. And you’ll have to come back in two weeks so I can remove your stitches.”
“Can I go see your snakes, now? I miss them,” Rengoku said.
“Fine. But if Sakura gets snippy, it’s your fault,” you said.
Rengoku followed you back to your room, where your snakes were currently both basking in the sunlight. Midori looked up as you entered, but Sakura made no acknowledgement of either of you.
“Hello, Midori,” Rengoku greeted, stroking the green snake’s head with one finger. Midori let out a pleased hiss. “And Sakura. Your new scales are very pretty.”
Sakura bared her fangs at Rengoku, but then laid her head down and allowed him to stroke her.
“I see you finally finished shedding,” you said, picking Sakura up. She slithered up your arm until she curled around your neck, resting her head on your shoulder.
Rengoku picked Midori up, letting him curl himself around his arm.
“I don’t understand how you and Obanai walk around with snakes on you all the time,” Rengoku said.
“Of course you wouldn’t, Flame Breather,” you teased. “It’s a snake breather thing.”
“Imagine if Kocho walked around covered in bugs,” Rengoku said. He shivered at the thought.
“Well, you take fire wherever you go, Rengoku-san,” you said. You reached out, playfully tugging a lock of flame coloured hair. “Muichiro always has his head in the clouds, Kanroji-san wears her heart on her sleeve, Uzui is the second loudest Hashira, Himejima-san is a stone, Shinazugawa is always running his mouth, and Tomioka-san has those blue eyes of his.”
“You didn’t call Muichiro Tokito-san,” Rengoku pointed out. “And you didn’t use honorifics for Uzui and Shinazugawa. Why do you insist on being so formal with me?”
“Muichiro is fourteen,” you snorted. “Hashira or not, I’m not calling a child Tokito-san. And I have to have at least a little respect for someone to be so formal. Uzui and Shinazugawa are lucky I don’t call them what I really think of them.”
“So you respect me?” Rengoku asked.
“Of course I do, Rengoku-san,” you said. “You’re strong, and not just physically. It takes a certain type of person to deal with your father the way you do. Most people would’ve cast him out of the family by now. At the very least, they wouldn’t be as nice to him as you and Senjuro are. If I had slightly better morals, or worse, depending on how you look at it, I’d steal Senjuro away in the night and let Shinjuro waste away.”
“I’m the eldest son. It’s my duty to care for my father and Senjuro,” Rengoku said. “Even if that means being respectful when it’s not deserved.”
“Senjuro deserves better than a drunkard father and an absentee brother. You love him, I know, but he’s stuck caring for someone who wouldn’t so much as put out the flames if Senjuro was on fire if it meant spilling his drink,” you said.
“I do the best I can for Senjuro,” Rengoku defended. You could tell he was agitated by the way his arms flexed. “I visit as often as I can afford. I’m a Hashira, I don’t have free time coming out of my ass.”
He was definitely pissed off. Rengoku rarely ever swore, he thought it was disrespectful. Even as rowdy teenagers, he’d never let so much as a simple ‘hell’ slip past his lips.
“I know you do the best you can, Rengoku-san,” you said, treading lightly. “Senjuro is thirteen years old, though. He should be studying, not caring after your father like a housewife.”
Rengoku’s jaw tensed and his nostrils flared. You could tell he knew you were right.
“I do my best,” Rengoku reiterated. “That’s all I can do.”
“Rengoku-san, I’m not trying to be rude,” you said, laying a hand on his shoulder. Midori nudged your hand. “I think you’re strong, respectful, and smart. I know you do your best, I do. I know you, probably better than I know myself at this point. I know if you saw any better option, you’d take it.”
“Please stop calling me Rengoku-san,” he said. “I’m tired of hearing it from you.”
“Rengoku-san, I’m also doing the best I can,” you said. Sakura hissed in your ear and you unraveled her from your neck and placed her back in the sun. Rengoku let Midori slither down next to her.
Rengoku pushed you roughly against the wall. You held your breath as his arms caged you in. If it came down to a fight, you’d both be in bad shape by the end of it and you weren’t entirely sure who would be victorious. On one hand, Rengoku was much too respectful to really fight you, and on the other, you’d be too hesitant to really fight your childhood best friend.
“Rengoku-san, please—“
“Stop calling me that,” he hissed. One of his hands came up to cup your cheek. The realisation that he wasn’t trying to fight you for your words against his father hit you like a train.
“Ren—“ Rengoku gave you a look.
“Kyoujuro. I’ve always been Kyoujuro to you. Since we were children,” he said. His thumb caressed your cheekbone. “I don’t want to be Rengoku-san to you. Anyone else but you.”
“Kyoujuro,” you breathed. He smiled at you, leaning down and resting his forehead against yours.
“I haven’t heard that in so long,” he whispered. “I’ve been waiting to hear it since I became a Hashira all those years ago.”
He kissed you then. The kiss was so unlike the Flame Hashira, so soft and almost understated, that it shocked you.
“I’ve wanted to do that since we were ten,” Kyoujuro breathed. He was still so close to you that you could feel his breath on your lips.
“Why haven’t you?” You asked. Your voice was breathless, like he’d taken the very air that filled your lungs with a simple kiss.
“We’re demon slayers,” he said. “We’re not known for our long lifespans. Hashira even less so. I didn’t want you to be in pain when I…“
He didn’t finish his sentence, he didn’t have to. You were both very aware of the average age for Hashira. You’d be lucky to have another five years with him, if that.
Suddenly though, it didn’t matter. If Kyoujuro had five years or five hours or five decades, you wanted to spend it with him.
“You thought if I wasn’t yours that I wouldn’t be hurt when you died?” You asked. You brushed a fiery lock behind his ear. “You’re not as smart as I thought you were, Kyoujuro.”
“You were always the academic between us,” he said, smiling softly.
“And you were always the one who made the first move,” you said, smiling. “I guess not much has changed.”
“No, I guess it hasn’t,” he agreed.
He kissed you again. This one was much more like the Flame Hashira. His tongue was hot in your mouth and his lips melted against yours. When he finally pulled back, you found yourself leaning after him, unwilling to lose the taste of him. He tasted like Kyoujuro, was the best you could describe it. Like home and childhood. Tobacco and something almost spicy, like mint. There was also the faint herbal taste of the medicinal tea you’d forced him to drink earlier.
“Don’t stay here.”
“What?” You asked.
“Don’t stay here,” Kyoujuro repeated. “I want you to come with me.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere. Anywhere,” Kyoujuro said. “The Flame Estate, headquarters, Wisteria Houses, home. I want you to come with me wherever I go.”
“I’m needed here,” you said, reluctantly.
“Kocho and Tsuyuri can more than handle the Butterfly Estate without you,” he said. “You’re home to me, though. No matter where I go, you’re always the place I call home.”
“Kyoujuro,” you murmured, cupping his face. He leaned into your touch, reaching up to lay his hand on top of yours.
“We can go anywhere,” he said. “Anywhere in the whole world, and I’ll follow you.”
“You’re a Hashira,” you said, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. “And I’m a healer. There are demons to slay and people to fix.”
“I’d throw down my sword right now if you asked,” he said. “I’d never look at it again, never slay another demon, never even think about any of it again if you asked me.”
“You love being a demon slayer and a Hashira,” you said. “I'd never ask you to give it up. You’d hate me if I did.”
“I could never hate you,” he said.
“And I could never ask you to leave it all behind.”
“Then come with me. I’d sooner become a demon than leave you behind again,” he said. “Every time I walk out of those gates outside, I’m leaving my soul here, with you.”
“Every time you leave, you take mine,” you said. “I’ll follow you anywhere, Kyoujuro. I followed you through the Corps and I’d follow you to the farthest star and back if it made you happy.”
“Then you’ll come with me when I leave?”
“I’ll never leave your side again, Kyoujuro,” you said. “You’ll get sick of me.”
“I could live a hundred lifetimes with you by my side and when I finally reached Nirvana, I’d still want you at my side,” Kyoujuro said. “I’d never get sick of you.”
“Kyoujuro?”
“Yes?”
“I want you to kiss me again,” you said, grabbing his haori. You tugged him towards you until you slipped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until your chests were pressed against each other.
“I’ll give you anything you want,” he breathed, leaning down. His lips molded against yours, tongue tracing your bottom lip before forcing its way past your teeth. You moaned into his mouth and pulled back.
“And then I want you to lay me down on my futon and show me how much you really love me,” you added. His cheeks flushed red.
“Who’s making the first move now?” He teased. His hands ran down your sides, pulling your uniform top untucked and sliding his hands under it until they rested on your waist.
His hands were warm and strong, but he was holding you so gently it was driving you crazy. His lips were trailing down your neck, sucking and biting with every kiss.
“Kyoujuro?” You asked.
He hummed in response, refusing to leave your skin for one second.
“I want you to really hold me,” you said. You moaned as he sucked on a spot under your ear, right on the edge of your jawline.
His hands tightened on your sides, strong fingers digging into soft flesh.
“Anything you want,” he mumbled into your skin. He pulled you off the wall, lips never leaving your neck as he forced you across the room. When he finally pulled back, his haori fell to the floor below him, his uniform top and undershirt following soon after. You quickly removed your own top before freeing your breasts from your restrictive tank top underneath. You both stood silently, taking the other in. His eyes were so soft as he looked at you. He seemed to be committing every detail of you to memory. You did the same.
The slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, the sharp edges of his jawline, the angle of his flame-like eyes, his heart shaped face.
Your eyes moved lower, not satisfied with simply remembering his face. You traced the veins and tendons of his neck, leading down to his broad shoulders. They were thicker, more muscular than the last time you’d seen him shirtless for something other than treating his wounds. It had been years ago, back when he was just a scrawny kid, before he’d become a demon slayer. There were scars crisscrossed along his skin, a given in your line of work. A particularly fresh scar had you remembering when you’d stitched it up a few months ago. You noted the other scars, mostly healed by your own handy work, before your eyes drifted down to his chest.
This, too, was thicker than you remembered, and much more damaged. The dark scar going from the base of his neck all the way down to his sternum, you remembered as being the reason he always wore his uniform at regulation and not open like he had when he was a cocky teenager. You’d been the one to patch him up then, too, even though you were still just a demon slayer when it had happened. You vaguely remembered a demon who wielded a large, curved blade, as being the perpetrator. If you remembered correctly, it had been one of the last missions you’d ever gone on with Kyoujuro. One of your last missions all together before you decided to focus on healing.
Kyoujuro was covered in scars all the way down to the hem of his hakama pants, although you knew he had more underneath them. Most of them, like most of the ones on his upper body, were small and faint, just tiny slivers of skin a shade or two paler than the rest of his skin. There was one, though, along the length of the back of his left calf, that was deeper than most and still a light shade of red, that he’d gotten back during Final Selection when you were just kids.
Kyoujuro must’ve decided he’d remembered enough of your partially dressed body, because a moment later, his hands were combing up through the back of your hair, pulling you into a heated kiss.
“Kyou,” you moaned, hands pressed against the taut muscles of his stomach. He was so warm, was always so warm, and you couldn’t get enough of it. You wanted to bask in his warmth like a snake under the sun.
“I know, I know,” he murmured. His lips never left yours as he carefully lowered you onto the futon.
“Want you,” you said. “Need you.”
“Just wait another second, love,” he said, pulling back to sit on his feet between your legs. “I love you so much. I’ve loved you for so long. Let me savour you for a moment.”
You couldn’t speak as he moved. He’d removed your knee high socks and was now kneeling between your feet, holding one of your legs up and resting your ankle on his shoulder. You’d never been more thankful for choosing to wear a skirt instead of the standard hakama pants.
He placed a kiss on your ankle. One of his hands was holding your foot in place while the other slid up your calf until it was resting on your thigh, just above the bend of your knee.
He kissed all the way up the inside of your calf, finishing at your knee before repeating the motions with your other leg. Then your knees were bent over his shoulders as he kissed and sucked and bit the inside of your thighs. You could already feel the bruises forming as his tongue pressed against the newest bite. You were sure your heart was about to force its way through your rib cage when you felt Kyoujuro’s breath through the thin, damp fabric of your panties.
“Kyoujuro,” you moaned as his hands slid along the outside of your thighs, bunching your skirt up around your waist. He pressed his tongue against the crotch of your panties, groaning lowly at the smallest hint of your taste.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“What? Kyou—“ You felt the cool, telltale bite of metal on your skin, freezing the words on the tip of your tongue.
Kyoujuro had managed to slip your own kunai from the holster usually around your calf without you noticing and was now sliding the blade along your skin.
You couldn’t breathe, much less speak. Your whole body was frozen and you were sure that even your heart had stopped.
“I hope these aren’t your favourites,” Kyoujuro said.
The sharp blade sliced through the side of your skirt like the fabric was made of water. Your heart started again as he tossed the ruin cloth across the room. It was beating a thousand beats a second as he ran the blade along your hip, cutting through your panties as easily as your skirt. He cut the other side and tossed them away. He looked up at you, eyes sparkling.
“Did I scare you, love?” He asked. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t bear to move away to remove them. I should’ve asked before ruining your clothes.”
You stared at him. You’d never been more endeared and turned on at the same time by anyone else. Kyoujuro was going to drive you insane before he even fucked you. He shifted back as your eyes darkened.
“Kyoujuro, you have five seconds to put your cock in me before I pin you to the floor and take it myself,” you said. “And if you ever put a blade to my skin again…” Kyoujuro opened his mouth to apologise. “You had better be fucking naked.”
Kyoujuro’s lips curled up into a smile. He’d already started frowning and had probably been seconds away from bashing his forehead against the floor to formally apologise to you.
“Of course, I’ll remember that next time,” he said.
“Four seconds,” you counted down. “Lose the pants, Kyoujuro.”
Kyoujuro scrambled up to his feet, removing his pants and underwear in record time before he was back in between your legs. He wrapped his arms around them, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist.
“Two seconds, Kyoujuro,” you said. His cock was pressed between your folds as he grinded against you.
“You’re so impatient, love,” he said, smiling down at you. “Haven’t you heard that good things come to those who wait?”
“I’m a firm believer in taking what you— Kyoujuro!”
Your head fell back against the soft futon as Kyoujuro slowly pushed his cock into your wet core.
Fuck, you could wax poetic about his cock for hours. He was practically splitting you open with his girth and his length was nothing short of just plain unrealistic. It seemed like a heavenly injustice that one man would possess a cock as thick and as long as Kyoujuro’s. You were mentally thanking every deity you could think of for sculpting a person as perfectly as they had Kyoujuro.
“Can’t speak?” Kyoujuro teased. His cock was stretching you, molding you, to perfectly wrap around his shape. You swore that your body would never be the same, that nobody else would ever be able to fill you, to shape you, like Kyoujuro had. No one else could ever satisfy you half as much as Kyoujuro simply wrapping his cock in your gummy walls.
“Kyou.” You mewled his name. You couldn’t gather a single thought that amounted to more than singing his praises to the gods and you didn’t think his ego could handle it.
“Tell me what you want, love,” Kyoujuro said. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
His cock was heavy in your core. He wasn’t even moving, not rubbing your clit or anything, and already you wanted to cum all over his cock. You could feel the blunt head against your cervix, but the pain only registered as pleasure as he nudged against it. How was it at all fair to anyone that Kyoujuro had managed to bring you right to the edge without even trying while other lovers had put their all into just making you wet? It seemed truly unfair.
“You,” you finally managed to say. “Please, Kyou, want you. Please, I want more.”
Kyoujuro’s hands slipped under you, lifting you up off the futon. You cried out as your body shifted around his cock, giving you the slightest amount of friction that you so desperately needed.
“I haven’t even done anything and you’re already stupid from my cock,” Kyoujuro cooed as you lazily hung your arms over his shoulders.
You couldn’t even argue with him. All you could think about was the cock currently distending the space between your hips.
“Kyou,” you whined. Your desperation was past simple wanting. You craved him. You needed him the way you needed oxygen in your lungs.
“It’s okay, love, I’m going to give you what you want,” he said. He brushed your hair back, tucking it behind your ear before his hands wrapped around your hips.
“Need,” you corrected breathlessly. “Need you.”
“You need my cock, love?” He asked, slowly lifting you up his length. Your walls fluttered around the emptiness, missing the addicting stretch.
You nodded. “Need you. Need your cock in me, Kyou.”
He dropped you down, your ass slapping against his thighs with a sharp sound. You gasped at the unexpected stretch, arms hugging around his neck tighter.
“Kyou!” You cried as he bounced you on his cock. Your toes curled as the blunt head of his cock battered your cervix.
“Fuck,” he growled. His fingertips were digging into your plush hips, nails biting into your skin hard enough to draw blood. “You were made for me, love. Your little cunt was meant for my cock. Just look at how well you take me.”
Your forehead leaned against his as you glanced down. Fuck, if he wasn’t so right! Your cunt was wrapped around his cock as if you really were made just for him. The way you swallowed him, the way you could see his cock bulging beneath your skin, the way your cunt weeped when he pulled out, all of it, was driving you crazy.
“Don’t you think you’re just perfect for me, love?” Kyoujuro asked. Your eyes snapped away from the hypnotic view and you met his eyes.
“Yes, yes, Kyou! Fuck, I was made for you, I’m yours! My cunt was made to take you, I’m meant for you,” you babbled, unable to stop the words from slipping past your lips. Your filter didn’t exist right now, your brain was too full of Kyoujuro to even separate your thoughts from your words.
“You’re mine?” He asked. He groaned loudly as your walls tightened around his cock.
“Yes! Please, I’m yours, Kyoujuro, everything is yours!” You cried. Your eyes were filling with tears, everything was just too fucking overwhelming. Your brain, your body, your entire being was overflowing with Kyoujuro. Everything was too much. The stretch from his cock, the pain from his hands, even his scent, was too much.
“That means that sweet, little cunt is mine, too. Right, love?” He asked.
You nodded, lips parting to speak but only moans pouring out.
“You’re too sweet, love,” he moaned. “So generous and giving, letting me take everything I want.”
“Kyoujuro!”
The tears in your eyes overflowed, spilling down your cheeks.
“And now you’re even giving me your beautiful tears,” Kyoujuro cooed. One of his hands left your hip and he wiped away your tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry, love. I’m yours, too. Everything I am is for you. From my cock—“ He thrusted up, meeting your hips. “To my heart. Everything is yours.”
You cried out wordlessly as your walls clamped down around him and your stomach tensed. Your juices flooded out of you, coating his cock and his thighs with your essence. Your eyes rolled back and your vision went dark as your legs tightened around Kyoujuro’s waist, desperately trying to pull his cock deeper.
“Kyoujuro, Kyoujuro,” you whined as he continued to bounce you on his cock through your orgasm, drawing it out. If anything, he went faster and harder, your skin slapping against his wetly. “‘S too much, too much!”
“You can take it,” he grunted. “It’s your cock, so take it.”
Every thrust had pain zapping up your spine in the best way possible. You struggled against Kyoujuro’s unyielding hands, desperate to escape the overstimulation. It was pointless. Your body was completely spent, exhausted from exertion. Your bones felt like they were made of jello. You probably couldn’t fight your way out of a wet paper bag, much less the Flame Hashira’s iron grip on your hips.
“Hurts!” You whimpered. “Kyou, please! It’s too much!”
“Tell me to stop, then, love,” he challenged. “Tell me to stop and I’ll- fuck!- I’ll pull out and jerk myself off until I cum all over your pretty, little face.”
As much as the image of Kyoujuro towering over you and covering your face with his cum enticed you, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him from using you like a flesh and blood sex toy.
“That’s what I thought,” Kyoujuro purred. “You want me to cum in your little cunt, fill you up with my seed. Do you want a girl or a boy first?” You moaned at the thought of carrying Kyoujuro’s baby. “I’ve always- fuck, keep squeezing my cock just like that, love- I’ve always wanted a girl first.”
“Kyou, please,” you begged, leaning your face against his neck. “Please, want your baby in me.”
Kyoujuro moaned, pulling you down until your ass was flush against his thighs, burying his cock as deeply as he could in your core.
“Fuck, I’ll give you my babies, love,” Kyoujuro groaned as his cum filled you up. “Give you all the babies you want.”
Kyoujuro pumped you full of cum until it was leaking out around his cock, running down to his heavy balls. He held you to his chest as his cock twitched inside you, releasing one last spurt before he was finally done. Both of you were panting, unable to speak as you clung to him.
“Don’t want you to lose any of it,” he said as he carefully laid you down on his chest, cock softening inside you. “Gotta make sure it sticks.”
“I love you, Kyou,” you mumbled, resting your head on the side of his chest. Your hand came up, laying on his pec as your thumb caressed his sweat covered skin. You pressed a soft kiss on his chest. “Loved you since we were kids.”
“I love you, too,” he said. One of his hands held your lower back while the other rubbed up and down along your spine. “For most of my life and for the rest of it.”
You weren’t sure how long the two of you laid there. But the sun was low in the sky and your eyelids were nearly closed when a Kasugai Crow flew through your open window, perching near yours and Kyoujuro’s heads.
“Mission request for Flame Hashira Rengoku Kyoujuro!” It squawked. “Report to the Mugen Train in one week! Mugen Train in one week!”
You groaned, waving the bird away with your hand.
“Fucking crows,” you grumbled. Kyoujuro laughed, chest rumbling under you.
Summary: You and your boyfriend Eren “relax” after a hard week of work.
Quick thing i made because i got sad :,) and i need more soft eren in my life
Ps. this isnt proofread oops
It was an average Friday night, getting home from work just to laze around with your boyfriend until it was time for food. That's how you usually close off your week, just some time for relaxation after the stress of adulting. This time was the same as all the others, except for the fact that while you were trying to cook, your boyfriend had his hand down your shorts.
“Eren, I'm trying to make dinner.” Your complaint went unnoticed by him.
“Ere-en!” you tried to speak again but instead let out something that was more akin to a squeak when he pressed a finger to your clit through your panties.
He pressed his face into your neck, “‘m not in the mood for spaghetti tonight love,” the arm he had around your waist tightened, “’want you.”
You dropped the wooden spoon into the pot, reaching to turn off the stove. He used this as an opportunity to grope your chest through your—his t-shirt that you borrowed.
His nose nuzzled against your head while he begged, “Please, baby.”
You sighed, leaning back into him while he tried to rut his hips into you, his cock already hard and pressing through his sweatpants. “I guess dinner can wait then.”
He nodded, pulling you back and moving to the side so he could press you up against and bend you over the kitchen counter instead of the hot stove. He moved the hand that wasn’t in your shorts down to your hips, tugging at the waistband of said-shorts.
“Well someones eager.” you teased.
“‘Course I am, ‘been wantin’ you all day…” he replied, finally tugging your shorts down. “Been thinkin’ about how much I wanna touch you, n’ how much i’ve been n’ to breed you and fill you up with my cum.”
You felt your face, as well as your cunt heat up. “Haven’t been able to see you as much as I want to recently… ‘need to remind you who owns this pussy,” the fingers on your clit pressed down, starting to rub in small circles, “need to remind you who owns my cock too…”
He placed his lips on your neck, giving you soft kisses before he began to suck and bite roughly, obviously trying to leave marks. His fingers changed pace, starting to rub your clit quicker. You mewled, hips trying to press into his hand for more friction. When he grinded his hips against you, it pressed you more into his fingers, and only made the wet spot forming on your panties grow.
“Eren—fuck, please—please, fuck me.” You begged.
“Now look who’s eager…”
He pulled his fingers away, shoving your pantiws to the floor. And just as he moved his fingers back, when they were just lingering above your clit that was aching to be touched, he pulled them away again. You whined, trying to rub your thighs together to relieve the throbbing.
He smiled at you, almost laughing at how quickly he could turn you into putty in his hands. He moved to his knees now, grabbing into your thighs and spreading them apart so he could crawl in between them and turn around to lean onto the cupboards.
“Let me taste you, baby.” He held onto your hips with both of his hands, urging you to move closer and lower yourself just enough until he was pressing his tongue against your cunt. He kept his hands on your thighs, one moving inward to rub and toy with your clit while he was already practically fucking you with his tongue.
You gripped the counter as hard as you could, crying and begging for more and more. His tongue lapped at your cunt, almost devouring it for everything it was worth. When he was satisfied with the way he made you squirm and cry his name above him, he placed his mouth back on your clit, tongue rolling around while he sucked at it.
You ran your hand through his hair, trying to push his head into you. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Eren, please!”
Your fingers were wrapped with his brown locks, and you kept tugging and pulling on them while you begged. Finally, he pulled away and looked up to you with your slick glistening on his chin. He moved himself out from between your legs, standing up and caging you against the counter with his arms again.
This time it was your turn to press your ass against his crotch, grinding into him and trying to urge him to just fuck you. He moved one of his hands to your back to push you into the counter, bending you over it in the process as well. “I had to wait all week for you, so now you have to wait for me. It’s only fair, isn’t it baby?”
You whined, squirming and moving your hips around in his grasp. He pushed his sweatpants down to the ground with his boxers, his hoodie coming off next and joining the pile of clothes on the floor. He pulled you up by your shoulders so that he could pull the shirt you were wearing off, pushing your back down to the counter.
“No bra? It’s almost like you were expecting this, hm?” He leaned over you, placing a kiss in between your shoulder blades and tracing a finger gently down your spine. You shivered and flinched in response to him reaching the dip in your lower back, sighing when he removed his hand.
He reached down in between his own legs, grabbing his cock and sliding it in between your thighs. The tip of his dick brushed against your clit when he pressed himself all the way through the small gap in your thighs. He grabbed your hips and started to fuck your thighs as if he was actually inside of you, and it made you cry each time he hit your clit.
He pressed his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you steady while he humped your thighs. You were really going to cry if you couldn’t get him inside of you soon.
“Eren—Eren please.” you cried, eyes watering from how much you wanted it.
“Please what? You’re gonna have to speak up, doll.”
“Please, please just put it inside of me.”
“It’s gonna take more than that to convince me.”
“Jesus—E-Eren If you don’t i’m gonna cry—I need you! I need you in me right now, please!”
“That so? Well, then… you’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”
He pulled his cock out from your thighs, grabbing the underside of your knee and moving it up so that your legs were spread apart, making it easier for him to push himself into you. You let out a moan and your cunt squeezed around him while tears spilled from your eyes at the relief of being filled.
Eren began to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of you. You were crying repeating “Eren” over and over until he turned your face to press his lips against yours.
He was slow, at first, making sure that each thrust had him buried balls-deep inside of your cunt again. Each cry you let out only made him want to go faster, harder, made him want to fuck you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. He was determined to fuck you stupid this time.
He started to move faster, still trying to be sure to get all the way in. Your moans were mixed with sobs as more tears fell down your face. The sound of his thighs slapping against yours filled the kitchen, along with the cries you were letting out.
“Eren—Eren please—fill me, fuck, fill me with your cum, please!”
“I will baby, I will.”
He brushed a hand over your neck to move your hair and kisses it, muttering sweet praises like “Doing so good for me” and “My pretty baby” into you. The same hand then moved under you to squeeze your chest and toy with the nipple after, pinching and twisting it between his fingers.
He sucked hickeys into your neck, marking what was his. At this point, you were starting to tap out of it, the only thing on your mind being Eren and the way he was still fucking into you and making you bounce on the counter. You were starting to drool, your head drooping onto the counter.
You could feel yourself tightening, and you were becoming more and more sensitive while you felt all of the pleasure pool down at your cunt. You sobbed loudly, “C-Cumming!”
“Good, good—Cum for me, cum for me pretty baby.” Eren squeezed your chest again and kept kissing the back of your neck, making sure to speed up his thrusts and hold your leg up as high as he could.
You almost screamed when you came, squeezing your eyes shut and seeing stars when the pleasure took over and made your whole body shake while you cried, “Eren, Eren, Eren!”
He groaned, only being able to give afew more hard thrusts before he came too, filling your cunt to the brim with his cum and pressing his cock into you as much as he could. Your body shook from the orgasm you had, and you flinched when you felt Eren move his fingers down to your clit. Through your pants, you managed out a confused “huh?”
He started to rub it again, faster than before. You squirmed your hips and whined, letting out more pants while he kept touching you. “Eren—Eren I can’t—ah!” You plead, already feeling your overstimulated cunt tightening around him again.
“Give me one more baby, please—just one more. I know you can.” He moved his fingers faster, kissing your shoulder while you squirmed and mewled. More tears fell down your face, but you were moaning. Moaning from the fact that you were about to cum again even though you already did just minutes before.
“Eren—Eren, Eren!” You kept crying. You could feel yourself coming again, and it felt so good despite the ache in your legs and cunt.
“That’s it sweetheart,” he kissed your head, “so good for me, so good…”
He moved your leg onto the ground slowly, making sure he was holding your waist when he pulled out so you wouldn’t collapse. “Let's go take a shower, love.” He helped you stand, grip tightening, “Then we can finish up dinner and watch a movie, sound good?”
You managed to choke out an exhausted “Yea, sounds good.”
cat boy tsukishima filling you with his cum and nuzzling your neck everytime some guy talks to you to make sure you smell just like him and know who you belong to 😩
Here ya are lovelys 💕💗 hope you enjoy🎀
Tsukki had pulled you down a out of sight ally way, after lashing out then fleeing from some stray had the mind to flirt with you right in front of him. He has you pinned to the wall, his large ears pressed firmly against his head in anger, “how dare he, it’s cause you don’t smell like me,” he blames, flipping your skirt up and pushing your panties to the side, his pants shoved down just enough to release his hard cock, easing into you slowly, while he stuffs two fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet and his long tail coils around your waist as he builds a frenzied pace, face buried in your neck, pressing kiss after kiss, before issuing a harsh bite, right as he fills you with cum growling softly. He relishes the feeling of filling you full for a moment before returning to his senses, almost dropping you, you both quickly right your clothes before slipping out of the ally, Tsukki knew he earned your nagging, which you did all the way home, but he’d never admit it, no stray took a second look at you after he throughly scented you inside and out, so he got his way.
