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Synopsis. Puppyboys or catboys?
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Shoko x Reader, Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, hybrids AU, rΓΊts, heats, bonding bites, coIIars (for Ino and Nanami), use of βgood boyβ, chokΓng, making you cry, rough s, cervΓx smooching, NEEDY men, stopping you from running, manhandIing, dΓΊmbifΓcation, lilβ surprise for Higuruma, DP, pIot, SHOKOOO cameo, oraI (fem rec.), fΓngering, p talking p sIapping, Gojoβs FΓRAL, bIindfolds, law professor!Higuruma, marathons, overstΓm, making him WHlMPER, needy JJK men, squΓrting, creampΓes, cΓΊmpIay, sIight cΓΊmfIation, pet names, swΓ©aring.
A/N. HAPPY (belated?) LESBlAN VISlBlLITY WEEK!! Mwahahah yk I had to write ab my favorite girl tooβ¦
β‘ TOJI FUSHIGURO - WOLF!
Hybrid type: Canis lupus
Tojiβs prolonged canines sink into the side of your neck.
Your mouth drops open in a soundless scream, and your thighs are quiverinβ where his were pressed against them. From behind, the wolf hybrid was practically pinning you down using his weight - using even the heft of his abdomen.Β
The firm sculpture of his v-line pushed against your behind. The entire length of him pistoning inside at a dizzying pace.
Abs against your back. Pecs near your shoulders.Β
Head dipped into the crook of your neck- panting between every clench of your walls. It seems that the harder he was driving his hips, the more nβ more animalistic his noises were becomingβuntil those intimidating teeth of his made an appearance to mark you as his.
Truly his.
When you entered the local Hybrid Companionship Program, youβd never have guessed youβd end up like this. Though you certainly werenβt complaining.
But Toji had always known you were his mate.
Itβd started on a Friday night; your boss had insisted on yet another drinking party, and youβd been strong-armed into joining a few awkward co-workers in pouring drinks and pretending that you cared so much more about what Abe from finance had to say about the state of the economy and how it related to lax dress codes at work.Β
Particularly your dress code.
Ugh.Β
Youβre throwing the drunken man inside the taxi with more force than necessaryβand handing over a large tip to the driver in front.Β
You might hate the guy, but leaving him on the pavement like this might just get your pay dockedβ¦
As a few more of your co-workers pile into the taxi, they ask you whether youβre joining.
Your eyes flicker from the tangled body of Abe insideβ¦to the clear night outβ¦back to Abe inside. Itβs with something akin to relief that youβre saying youβd rather walkβit wasnβt too far of a trek anyways. Itβs just then that Abe babbles something about it being unsafe and heβd oh-so-gladly make some room for youβ¦
Youβre closing the taxi door and not caring whether you catch Abeβs toes.
It was during this night walk - which in and of itself was rather uneventful - that you passed by the Tokyo Hybrid Center. The hub for all things hybrid-related: from informational seminars, to campaigning, to employment opportunities, and even a shelter for hybrids that were on the run from illegal fighting rings, etc.Β
And it was outside this massive building that you saw the sign.
Hot hybrids 5 minutes away want to meet you!
HYBRID COMPANIONSHIP PROGRAM:
Are you searching for a new roommate? Are you looking to broaden your friend group beyond simple human backgrounds?Β
Join our Hybrid Companionship Program to get suited with hybrids that wish to make new human friends. Deepen relations between humans and hybrids!
Contact +69 XXX XXX XXXX for more information (or just walk in!)
Youβd walked in.
Itβd taken about a week to plough through the columns of forms and meetings with officials of the program. And after you finally managed to complete them, you waitedβ¦and waitedβ¦and waitedβ¦
Months later, youβd been entertaining the thought that perhaps they just found you unsuitable for every hybrid that walked through those doors. Which stung a little, you admit, for Abe had been particularly irritating at that stuffy office lately- and youβd been itching for a new friend. But you could get through, surelyβ
Thatβs when you got a call from the program, informing you that youβd been matched with a grey wolf hybrid.Β
Thatβs how you became friends with Toji Fushiguro.
An unsure, bumbling friendship.Β
One that meant - a few months later - you found yourself like thisβ
Nails attempting to claw into the mattress - itβs drawing a few jagged lines down the silken sheets that you swear youβd just washedβthough that wasnβt anything Toji cared about. He couldnβt even think.
He couldnβt feel anything other than the soft, suctioning sensation of your pussy- the way it was dragging his inches back in even as he pulled out. The cutest squelches leave you every time heβs pushing in, in, inβ
And Toji himself pulls his face out from the crook of your neck.
Heβs leaving a garish bite mark behind- and the wolf hybrid laps at it a few times. Proud of his work. Why wouldnβt he be? Heβs been wanting to do this since the moment he met you.
And then heβs catching sight of your lecherous reactions- the way youβre squirminβ away from him and whimpering at the stinging feeling. Ohβ¦how it makes him snicker.Β
Before you can register it, his right hand reaches in front of you and tenderly intertwines his fingers with yours, βHow cuteβ¦β How sweet. How loving. βBut donβt you think you can run away from me, doll.β In a single split-second, Toji has both of your hands pulled behind your back- and your pretty face collapsing onto the pillows.
Spit smears out of your mouth and on the pillowcases, and youβre keening as he bends your hands behind your back.Β
Holding onto them-
βIβd neverβngh, run awayβ¦β You scoff.
βGood.β Heβs exposing your freshly-made bite mark to his hot pants. βBecause mβnot stopping anytime soon.β
Then in the next few strokes, Tojiβs straightening himself up as he keeps drilling into you from behind - maintaining a strong hold on your wrists. Pulling them behind you. Leaving you completely at the mercy of his rugged, pummeling cock. Just pushing and pushingβ
He glues his muscular thighs to the backs of yours- and keeps his inky-black happy trail scruffing at your ass cheeks. The way you were arched in this new position meant that he was hittinβ spots you didnβt even know existed. And most of all, his bulbous tip was shoved just a few inches deeper to make a firm indent at your cervix.
Youβre whining as you feel the intrusion. βFuck, fuck, fuuuuuckβyes. More. I can take it.β
βMore?β He asks questioningly.
Nodding and nodding.
βCareful what you wish for, honey.β
Though, despite Tojiβs warning tone, his fluffy tail swishes behind him in delight. How he loved losing his senses in your pussy.
Your warm, welcoming pussy.
Youβre squeezing his thick cock in surprise once you feel something settle atop your head- and it takes you longer than it should to realize that Toji Fushiguro had just reached his right leg in front of him and stepped down on your crown.
Your jaw drops at the utter audacity.
βH-holy shitβ¦β
And then heβs increasing his pace, heβs exercising his immense strength even further.Β
Heβs fucking you like he was furious with you - like he was making up for however many months he couldnβt get his hands on his precious mate. Something deeeeep, and carnal, inside him yips with glee at the fact that he had you like thisβchoking on his cock and begging for more. More and more.Β
Tojiβs rational brain was overcome withβ¦something he doesnβt think heβs ever felt before.
Some strange part of him that needed to stuff himself so deep inside you that you remember him even once heβs pulled out. Some strange part of him that wanted his essence to be so combined with yours that everyone else that encounters you knows youβre his mate- and vice versa. He wanted you badlyβalways has. And even the slightest bounces of yours hips - whenever you were fucking back into him - made a part of him crack- he couldnβt stand to break contact with you for a single fucking second.Β
Toji tugs you by the arms - so far back that your ass cheeks were glued to his toned pelvis. And you have nowhere to run but the stirring motions of his cock.
In the hazy noise of your bodies meeting, the bed frame begins to crack!
βWhatβs the matter?β He croons. And after a few more vicious strokes render you near-speechless, he chuckles to himself. βDick got your tongue?β
βYouβre s-soooββ But it was so hard to speak with the way his flared tip swabbed into your sweetest spots. He pinpointed even the ones your gooey channel kept hidden, and then ran the veiny underside of his length down those glossed walls- probing against your g-spot with such raw fervour. βNgh.β
You were being pushed back nβ forth.
Manhandled back nβ forth.
And he doesnβt want you moving away from him for a single second.
The sheer force of his hips was enough that your sweaty scalp nearly bangs! against the wooden headboard. Toji notices the near-contact, and heβs lugging back both your bodies without a single word. βHey hey- cβmereβwhereβd you think youβre going, huh?βΒ
βSβnot my faultβ¦β Big tears run down your cheeks.
βYeah yeah- now shush nβ take itβ
Sweaty and tangled up as one.
And if that wasnβt enough- Toji runs his thickened cock out of your cunt. Slapping it against your puffy pussylips and probinβ at your clit for a few thrusts- before pushing his solid inches back in and pumping away until you were utterly stupid. Utterly babbling.Β
His ballsack ends up plastered against your folds and plap-plap-plapping.Β
Youβre feeling the exact moment that theyβre then clenching- an explosion of creamy white cum that drips into your glossy channel.
Wad after wad.
Ribbon after ribbon.
Your walls expand with the addition. βOh p-pleeeease- fuck! So muchβ¦β Your mouth waters, βHow can you evenβ¦so much.βΒ
Webbing up your poor insides, drenching them pure white. His bawlinβ divot was also just the perfect shape to probe those droplets of cum into your tender orifices, smearing them with his length thereafter. Again and again. Toji needs merely a few thrusts of him fuckinβ his warm seed into you - before youβre hurtling into your own orgasm, too. And itβs so strong that it makes lights flash behind your eyesβ
Through the white-hot pleasure, you feel a set of canines sink into your neck. Again.
This time, on the other side.
βHehβ¦now theyβre gonna know for sure.β
.
.
.
It was inevitable that youβd be the talk of the office.
The moment you stepped through those swivelling doors: all eyes were on you.Β
From the bored receptionist that looked away from his computer, to the wizened doorman whose brows raised, to that damn Abe whoβd been drinking at the water fountain at that precise moment you walked into the lobby. The interns openly gaped, of course.Β
But it was nothing against the way that Abe physically spat out the water heβd been holding in his mouth- right onto some unfortunate intern who looked as though he was very serious about quitting this job.Β
With a few hasty apologies, the bane of your office life was walking towards you.
Then perhaps heβd noticed just how large the canines thatβd made that mating mark seemed to be. Perhaps heβd seen all those accompanying nips and nail marks wherever your skin was visible. Or perhaps he was seeing Tojiβstanding right behind you and glowering at the man.
You looked as though youβd been thrown to the wolves, and youβd brought one right to work.
βToji, I told youββ You coo at him. βYou donβt need to accompany me all the way here.β
βOh, I think I do.β He murmurs.
In front of him, Abe starts backing up.
Looking straight at him, he says. βHave a great day at workβ¦β
Grinning a grin that showcases every dangerous tooth.
β-my mate.β
β‘ NANAMI KENTO - White-collar man!
Hybrid type: Canis lupus familiaris
βF-forgive me if Iβm a littleβ¦unsure about this, my love.β Youβve never heard your perfect husband tremble in such a toneβsomething unsure, something so unlike the eloquent nature youβve grown so used to.Β
He was stuttering.Β
Why? Perhaps because of the way you were sneakinβ your luscious cunt down his length. Perhaps because of the way youβre feeling his prominent vein sneak down your walls- squeezing him where he was girthiest. Or perhaps because of the collar youβd put βround him.
It was a throw-away comment, really.
Youβd been seated beside your husband late at night; talking into the early hours of the morningβeverything from your favorite dates to the best restaurants in Tokyo toβ¦kinks that the two of you have never tried before. And your husband being a dog hybrid - a German Shepherd type, to be specific - you admit that you may have thought of somethingβ¦to doβ¦with making your husband don a collar.
And Nanami Kento being the perfect gentleman, was always happy to entertain your wildest ideas. At least once.
Though by the way he was affected by the thick faux-leather around his neck- youβre guessing that this might not be the last timeβ¦
βWhatβs the matter?β You watch as he brings up one finger and tugs on the tightened restraint. Underneath, Nanamiβs Adamβs apple bobsββToo tight for you, Kento?β
βNot at all.β He fervently shakes his head. βItβs justβ¦β
βJust what, baby?β Giving him yet another stir of your hips. Pap-papping! down his swollen inches.
In response, the large hybrid bucks his pelvis up into yours- letting the skin of his thighs stick against your own, letting the bulbous edge of his cock veer in even deeper. So much of his length; it felt never-ending.
Nanami has to use up every single shred of will within him to keep his head from tipping backwards, βItβs just that- hck! that it feels so good thatβ¦β Jaw clenching at the way your walls kept clenching harder nβ harder around his lengthβhe wanted to whine. But with that damn collar on him, his airway kept getting restricted. β-that i-it almost feels unfair.β
Alternating between a sensual, soft slide down his cock- and then speeding up when it felt like he was getting too clear-headed.
βWhat do you mean, Kento?β Genuine confusion.
βIt just means that Iβm over here feeling all good because of this collar and your- nghββ Gesturing vaguely at your cunt - though that didnβt seem to be enough, and the blond man canβt stop himself from pushing aside your legs to let his hand between them. Running his thumb eagerly over your clit - thorough, steady strokesβjust the way you liked it. β-your pussy. But am I making you feel good enough, my love?β
Your brows furrow, βOf course you are, Kento-β
βNo, butβ¦good enough.β He insists. And then his handsome face draws nearer, and Nanamiβs lips are catching onto yours. βMβthe type of man that needs my wife to feel better than me, darlinβ.β
βKentoβo-oh.β Entire body wracking with carnal shivers at the feeling of his thumb pressinβ down even harder. Like some cute heart-shaped button, heβs pouring out all his love with stroke after stroke after stroke.Β
And he continues, βI need you to feel so good that you almost canβt take it.β He growls- and for a split-second youβre seeing a flash of those intimidating canines that made you weak in the knees. Nanamiβs ears perk up in alertness as his hips start ramminβ equally as fast to meet your pace, βI need you to feel dizzy with pleasure- hear me?β
βFuck-βΒ
βI need you to feel better than me.β
βOhβ¦β Head lolling behind- youβre not getting too far before heβs craning his neck and catching your mouth in a sloppy kiss.
Golden brows furrowing, βMmmβhear me? I need you to be aching, I need you to be fucked stupid- I need you to be mindless with pleasureβ¦β And then his fingers are briefly letting go of your sensitive nub to pinch. βBecause thatβs what good husbands do.β
Stimulating your unsuspecting clit.
Running his crowned tip into every spot he knew you liked.
Nanami had his body practically plastered to yours as if he lived for this - he wanted to fuck you numb with pleasure, and it didnβt matter if he had to run his vein-covered shaft fucking raw on your walls to do it. Desperate. Dominant. Purely for your service. It didnβt matter if his collar was getting tighter between all the pantsβif he couldnβt breathe. It didnβt matter if his limbs were getting tired. It didnβt matter if his hybrid tail was wagging his emotions all on display.Β
It takes a few more vulgar, sloppy strokes of him pushinβ away his translucent precum into your deepest depths before Nanami speaks again. This time, he jerks his head ever-so-slightly up into the air and sniffs. βAnd this good husband can also smell that youβre close.β
Youβre breathless, βClose?β It wasnβt that you didnβt trust his honed hybrid senses but-
Fuck.
And then itβs hitting you.
βSh-shiiiiitββ Without you even realizing it - itβd been building up without you even noticing - youβre wracking your way into your orgasm.
Like shards of glass scattering; bolts of pleasure build up at your pussy nβ then course through your veins. Sending deep pangs of euphoria up to your brain- your mindβs just a little fried when youβre elongating your high with primal bucks and bounces down Nanamiβs ruthless cock. Up and up. Down until the scruff of his tawny-brown happy trail scratches against your outer folds.
Your head finally lunges back, your bodyβs arching into him.
And the only thing you can think to do is reach out and hold onto Nanamiβs collarβ
Itβs like your lifeline. And your husbandβs brows slightly raise as you clasp onto it, cutting off his breathing ever-so-slightly at the crescendo of your orgasm: you were choking him and he was liking it far more than he expected.
Itβs all Nanami can do to gnaw down on the flap of his lower lip and continue, βThisβ¦fuck.β
βThis is my pleasure, Kento.β Babbling out - you donβt know whether to blame the fogginess that your high brought upon you or not. βI really like it when you- hah, do your best to make me feel good. I really like that youββ
Pressing your lips to his.
β-make me feel so- fuck, loved.βΒ
You can feel Nanami smiling into the kiss. His throat tremors with the signal that he was about to say something more- but youβre quickly cutting him off with a tug at his collar.
Finishing off, βAnd I really fucking love when you wear this collar fβme.β
Between your pussylips, his bulging cock twitches in arousal.
The most wicked grin spreads across Nanamiβs handsome features, and heβs bringing his hand up to the collar- for a second there, you think heβs about to remove it. And youβre getting ready for the sensual entrapment to fall offβbut instead, he takes his index and taps on the little loop that the collar had.
One for the leash.
βThen why donβt we take it a step further, darling?β
β‘ GETO SUGURU - Here, pussy pussyβ¦
Hybrid type: Felis catus
Everyone knew that Geto Suguru was a cat hybrid.Β
One of those Abyssinian breeds that were rare and revered: he often prowled down the hallways of his temple, as silent as death itself, his tall figure casting shadows in every corner. Two upturned ears and a tail behind his chiseled frame. Because as beautiful as Geto Suguru wasβhe was just as dangerous.Β
And perhaps you knew better than anyone.
After all, as his right-hand member of the Association, you followed Geto wherever he went. To every dojo he visited to make sure that the other Association members were in top form for a battle; of course, itβd end up with him defeating them all and piling on the fatigued bodies as a lesson. To every home he had to visit, a mere smile of his being enough to intimidate even the most rebellious of ex-members (there were rarely any left breathing) into staying quiet. Perhaps even joining their circle once more.Β
To every meeting he ordered, seating before rows upon rows of men and women and everyone in-betweenβbowed at the waist reverently between who they saw as a deity himself.Β
Because in many ways, he was.
And here you were as a mere human before him: on your knees, mouth gaped as he trickled out more ropey splashes of cum.
Such sheer volumes of it flooding the cavern of your mouth, ending up dribbling down the sides of your lips in satiny ribbons. After he finishes tugginβ his swollen cock a few more times to milk out his final beads of cum, Geto taps his blushing tip straight on your lips, your tongue, your cheek - just to watch your expression threaten to contort in surprise.Β
And then heβs setting his length free and bringing down a hand to cup your chin.
The roughened fatness of his thumb wipinβ away a glittering bead of syrup. βThere, thereβ¦β Geto hums, βThink that pussyβs sorry enough now, gorgeous?β
You attempt to speak, but your mouthβs too full. βMmmβmmpf.β
βThatβs what I thought.β He snickers meanly to himself. And before you know it, that thumb of his thatβd been nicely roverinβ down the edges of your stained lips starts pushing inwards- starts pushing his digit deep inside your sloppy mouth and reaching for the very back of your throat. It makes some predatory part of him sing with glee to watch your eyes tear up, and your nose crinkle at the intrusion. βBut I donβt knowβ¦I still donβt think sheβs sorry enough.β
Your eyes shoot open, lashes heavy with tears.
Still not sorry enough?
Still not sorry enough?
Where did this even beginβall because youβd had the audacity to fake it.Β
Itβd been another night cooped up in Geto Suguruβs grand quarters, which had quickly become your favorite area of his hideout, and heβd been fucking you long and hard aaaaaall night. Heβd been keeping his ravenous tip lodged nearly where your throat was, and driven you crazily over the edge more times than you could count.
And as a result of that, maybe youβd gotten a littleβ¦sloppy.
Before you knew it, Geto was tappinβ away at your clit with his thumb- intending to send you both hurtling into your highs. But being so overstimulated, you couldnβt help but put on a little show faking it- hell, you werenβt even sure whether you could catch on at this point.
Yet you shouldβve known that the incredible senses of a cat hybrid would always know.
Always.
And so here you were: with your mouth stuffed till the brim, time and time again, in punishment for attempting to con the leader. Whilst your cunt throbbed away animalistically between your legs-
βI can smell that ungrateful pussy of yours growing wetter.β The hybridβs keen nose twitches- sweeter. The room seemed to get so much sweeter - like a candy factory - whenever you grew more aroused.
βI- hck! canβt help itβ¦β With monumental effort, youβre speaking through the fingers he had probing between your kiss-swollen lips.Β
βYes, you can.β He spits. βDoes that ungrateful pussy think she deserves my cock?β
You canβt stop yourselfβyouβre nodding and nodding. Resting on the heels of your feet and grindinβ back against those mounds - itβs the only sort of friction youβre able to get right now. And by the way that Getoβs dexterous tail was swishing from side-to-side, then it seems that he didnβt quite appreciate that, eitherβ¦
And so with such a mean snarl upon his handsome face- he pulls out the thumb thatβd been massaging your tongue. Getting sucked. And without a single warning, Geto grabs the back of your scalp and rams your mouth down his cock- all the way till the base. Until the tufts of his jet-black hair was scraping your nose, and youβre moaning needily around him. You needed him so badly.
βTch- seems she really does want my cock.β With raised brows, Geto looks down at where you were pushing nβ pressing yourself against your feet. How it covered every single spot your pussy touched with a glisteninβ layer of slick. βFineβ¦β
Your eyes shoot open. Looking up at him pleadinglyβ
βFine, that silly pussy can have my cockβ¦β Getoβs grip on you grows even tighter - searing. βShe can have my loooong, thick cock.β He leans down to whisper in your ear, βBut she better know that I am very angry at her.β
And then youβre being pulled off his hard erection with a pwah!Β
Soon enough, youβre finding yourself laid flatly against the leaderβs futon.Β
His powerful hips pinning yours down, his long hair loosening around the two of you like a curtain- his muscular tail keeping one of your legs pinned to the side as he presses your thighs open nβ shovels you with his ravenous inches.Β
From the glistening crown of his shaftβdown, down, down until those familiar curls surrounding his hilt.
Geto fucks you like heβs furious at you-
Like heβs aiming to leave a few purple bruises on that cervix of yours, like heβs stretching out your walls so they remember his exact size. He wants you to feel him between your legs even after heβs pulled out - maybe thatβd be enough of a reminder to keep your damn pussy in line. And even as he thinks about it, the cat hybridβs hastening his hips.
Piston after piston after piston.
His fingers dart upwards to grab at your clit- and youβre genuinely sobbing as he squeezes it. Somewhere in the muddled rationale of your brain, youβre sure that heβs fucking you just to make you cry.Β
With his other hand, Geto brings that spit-coated thumb up to his mouth nβ licks it clean. Then his lip curls, βDisgusting. This fuckinβ pussy doesnβt even deserve what mβgiving her.β Pinching your throbbing nub once more, βDoes she?β
βI-Iββ You bawl. βI donβt-β
βWhatβs that?β Another pinch. βSay it louder so that sheβs hearing too-β
βI donβt!β
βDamn right.β Geto twitches his nose once your cunt simply grows even wetter, βHear that?β
Whatever noises heβs wrenching from between your legs as he fucks you- it seems to be enough of a answer to him. And then heβs hitting your sodden womb with a smack!
βShouldnβt even be fucking her- tch, not after she went against her leader.β Geto muses to himself, βShe should be thanking the- hah, universe that Iβm just in rut.β
Cold water pours down your body - or perhaps that was just Getoβs sticky precum dribbling out in puddles. βYouβre in rut?β You gasp.
βProblemβ?β
βN-not at all.β In fact, youβre spreading your thighs apart and bucking into his battering thrusts. Even more. Such greed; despite how well Geto was fucking youβ¦youβre still yearning for more of him. Lashes fluttering with tears, you donβt think youβve ever been more honest in your entire life as you pleadββI want you to f-fuck me until youβre shooting blanksββ Reaching around his toned waist and tugginβ on his tail. β-Suguru.β
His breath hitches.
And then he purrs.Β
βFine, youβre forgivenβ¦β Before elation can hit you, he twists his fingers on your sodden clit. Hard.
βO-oh-β
β-if you squirt fβme.β
β‘ CHOSO KAMO - RUT RUT RUT.
Hybrid type: Canis lupus familiaris
He couldnβt help himself.
He honestly couldnβt.
Choso Kamo has no idea whatβs gotten into him.
One morning, heβs waking up with the most painful boner of his entire lifeβand it seems that youβd gone out to the store bright nβ early. So thatβs no big deal. Shit happens. He could handle it all by himself: heβd flounced out of bed and headed straight into the bathroom for a cold shower - having his own hand wrapped around his cock wouldnβt feel nearly as good as having yours.
And so that problem had been taken care of.
Or so Choso had thought.
The next little (not-so-little) issue had popped up almost immediately after heβd exited the shower.Β
All freshened-up, Choso was drying his shoulder-length hair with a towel as he walked into the bedroom. And then heβd seen it.
Then heβd mindlessly cast his gaze around the room and ended up dropping it ontoβ¦the bucket of laundry that he was meant to fold today. And other than the nagging guilt of putting it off, heβd been fixated on one thing: the lacy black panties that youβd left on top of the pile.
Without thinking twice, Chosoβs hybrid tail was wagging. Without thinking even once, Chosoβs hand had cast out and grabbed it.
And brought it to his face to sniffβ
Then lo and behold, he was sporting an utterly painful boner that made the hybrid rush straight back into the bathroom. Exceptβ¦this time, it was one that couldnβt be willed away no matter how many cold buckets of water he poured over his head, no matter how many times he thought about unsexy practices like taxes orβ¦basically anything that wasnβt related to you, or anything you wore, or anything you said.Β
Heβd been forced to wrap a guilty hand around his cock and jerk himself to ecstasy before he could leave the bathroom again.
This time, as long as he avoided looking at your panties on the laundry pile, he was able to leave the room without popping a boner.Β
Kidding.
Choso Kamo made two steps before he was feeling something akin to withdrawalsβand soon enough, he was finding himself elbow-deep in the laundry bucket, shuffling around to hunt each and every pair of panties he could find. And thenβand then he was speed-walking to the laundry room itself, grabbing every single scrap of overpriced lace he could find: washed and unwashed.
Dropping it all down on the bed before tearing his shorts down and pulling his cock raw. Tail wagging. Palm red. Mouth gaping open.
What was happening to him?
What was happening to his body?
Why was he feeling soβ¦
But no matter how many times he was cumminβ all over your scattered panties on the bed - it still wasnβt enough for him.
And thatβs the state you found your poor, poor boyfriend in when you came home.
.
.
.
Squelch!
βJ-just a little moreβ¦β Chosoβs voice comes out botched. Hot breaths sticking to the column of your neck, making the skin βround that area feel sticky.
Everything about this was such a mess.
Such a mess.
The bedsheets sticking to your back. The cum flowing between your quivering legs. Even Chosoβs movements- the smallest, sloppiest semi-thrusts that were all he could manage. Anything more and he was on the verge of cumming blanksβso now he merely had his ruby-red tip stuffed between your pussylips nβ delicately shifting your sweet spots aside.Β
Large tears start up at his waterline and end up flowing down his cheeks. βJust a little more and I think mβgonna stop, baby.β
βNo need to rush, Cho.β You coo reassuringly from beneath him. Reaching one hand up, you wipe away some of Chosoβs tears. βTake as long as you need.β
His hybrid tail wags behind him as he takes in your words. You always did treat him so tenderly.
βYes, but I p-promiseβ¦β He whimpers. Such a sweet, sweet noise hatching at the back of his throat as he bucks his hips backwards- nβ draws a gluey vertical line down the expanse of your cervix. βJust one more and mβgonna- hck! stop.β
βOf course.β Pushing back on the dark brown bangs that stuck to his forehead, βBut remember that youβre in rut, baby. I donβt know if itβll- haaah, end so easily.β
βBut Iβve gotta.β
Voice cracking.
Desperateβjust so desperate.
His hips are stuttering forwards at an incredible pace, lashing out into every hidden ridge nβ crevice deep inside you. Even more powerful because of his hybrid status. The toned edges of his pelvis are practically gluing to youβfeeling sleek all over with a layer of sheen that escapes from the top of his ruddied tip. Even though Choso wasnβt exactly cumming at the moment, he was bawling out such volumes of precum that made it feel as though he was. And he thumbs it inside you with a whimper.
βI n-need to. This has to be the last one.β Almost breathing. Almost speaking to himself rather than you. He continues between punctured thrusts, βYou wanna know why? Otherwise mβjust gonna keep cumming, babyβ¦β
Your eyes widen. βWhat do you mean, Choso?β
Hiccups crackle at the back of his throat. His ears start to droop.
And with a trembling expression, Choso thumbs in the last of his translucent sap. Then heβs holding onto the base of his cock and funneling you with it- you think he might be holdinβ onto himself to better guide his probing tip into your sweet spotsβ¦but no.Β
No, youβre quickly coming to realize that Choso was grasping onto himself solely because he needed to stop himself from cumming so much. Needed to.Β
Thereβs a twitch between his eyebrows, and he bites down on his lower lip as he waves off yet another high. βI-I just canβt seem to stop.β And it wasnβt just that pussydrunken tone of his - Choso sounded absolutely gone, ruined, wrecked by this point. βI donβt know whatβs gotten over meβbut I just wanna fuck you all full until I physically canβt cum anymoreβ¦β
βOhββ Your moans are long and hollowed.
βI just wanna start shooting blanks- maybe thatβd get me to stop fucking you finally.β Between the slurps and squelches of your cunt gulping him up, he manages to echo his words. βItβs just so addictive, babyβ¦β Pulling out the raw, sap-glossed edge of his shaft- he draws a few hearts on top of your pussy before funneling back in. βI just wanna fuck you like a damn dog-β
βOh!β Because at that very moment, Choso leans forwards and bites a good marking at the crook of your neck. βEasy there, boy.β
Hips only speeding up. Hips only milking himself even moreβ¦βI just wanna watch my girlβs pussy get covered in my cum. Flood with it.β He sniffles, βI just wanna ngh- fuck you and fuck youββ Attacking your mouth with a sloppy, passionate kiss. β-again and again and again- I canβt fucking stop myself.β
And Choso had long since been pussydrunken- his rut just made him extra-sensitive to those lecherous sensations.Β
But now you were almost as cockdrunk.
Jaw dropping. Heels hooking around his waist. Pupils shaping into heartsβChoso takes one single look at that expression, and his entire bodyβs wracking in visceral shivers.Β
That animalistic side to him taking over as he fucks you long and hard- βBaby, I think mβgonna cum again soonβ¦β He whispers in your ear. βAnd after I cum again- ngh, mβgonna need you to put me back in my senses before I go another round. And then anotherβand another. Because soon enough mβgonna be fucking you for daaaaaays.β
βI donβt mind.β You mutter, more to yourself.
βWhat was that?β He asks.
And youβre shaking your head: you knew that Choso thought you couldnβt take it with your human stamina. He wanted to go for days. You wanted to go for daysβ¦βNothing at all.β Hooking your arms around his neck, βCum inside me, baby.β
It takes only a few more vulgar strokes before heβs finishing offβso overstimulated by this point that itβs just a few pearly-white beads of sap. Just a few trickles of hot cum. Before nothing more can escape out of him- and Chosoβs merely bucking into you for pleasure, riding out the dry waves of his orgasm. Cumming dry.Β
Peak after peak.
Rollinβ his dried-up cock into your gooey depths.
He shakes as his bliss overcomes him. The prettiest tears dripping down his cheeks and hanging off of his pointed chin.Β
Soon enough, heβs fucked himself limp on your perfect pussy.
And all it takes is a mere nudge to flip your positions; with Choso seats back against the pillows, and you straddling his reddened hips. Bouncinβ your cunt down his thick cock.
His eyes damn-near bulge out of his skull. Though you can see his long tail wagging happily- βBut baby, can youββ
βI can take it.β You smirk. βSo be a good puppyboy fβme and beg.β
βW-woofβ¦β
A rut could last a week.
β‘ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Easy, Tigerβ¦
Hybrid type: Panthera tigris
Now, it was no secret that your boyfriend is a tiger hybrid.Β
Endangered. Enormous. The rarest amongst even the rare hybrids; his striped tail and broad figure drew stares wherever the two of you went. Often, onlookers were torn between admiration and intimidation as they gazed upon the great hybrid- the great hybrid that caught their stares, crumpled them up, and flung them right back at them at 308 mph with a single glareβ¦
Needless to say, Ryomen Sukunaβs temper was one befitting of a tiger hybrid.
And most people knew not to mess with your boyfriend. Most people knew not to so much as nudge his patience.Β
Except for you, that is.
βMeow for me, Kuna.β You didnβt care if you got on his nerves.
βFuck off.β
βPleeeeeaseβ?β
βWhat sort of fuckinβ tiger hybrid meows?β
Youβre seated on Sukunaβs lap while he tries to work on some olβ project; knees straddling his waist, back facing his laptop, and your fingers dug into his coral-pink hair. It was just so soft and bouncy underneath your touch, and soon enough your hands found themselves edging into the sinuous area of his ears.
Tiger ears.
βH-hahβ¦β He shivers. βWatch your hands, woman.β Comes Sukunaβs low snarl. His breath tickles the column of your neck, and in your peripheral vision you see his long canines point. βYβknow damn well that Iβm sensitive there.β
βOh, are you?β With a dramatic gasp, youβre turning to face him. And laughter bubbles to your throat as you notice the irritated tick in his jaw already. βSensitive? And here I thought you were some big, bad tiger hybrid.β
Sukuna looks at you incredulously, βDamn right I am.β
βOh yeah?β And then your fingers are gliding up the mountains of his ears. Right from the base, and then up to the very tip-
βH-heyβfuck.β A carnal shiver wracks through him, and Sukunaβs striped tail sways from side-to-side behind him. βThat doesnβt prove anything?β
And then right back down againβand thenβ¦fuck, and then youβre finding that good spot behind his ears that makes him shutter his eyes and lean into your touch. Like some damn housecat, Sukunaβs letting out a slow, satisfied purr as your fingers continue their fatal ministrations. Heβd slap himself if it didnβt feel so good.
Through the slight gaps in his vision, he spots a victorious grin spread across your pretty lips. βMeow fβme, Kuna.β
Leaning deeper into your touch. His lips purse, βM-meβ¦β And then Sukunaβs eyes shoot open as he realizes just what he was about to do.
Just what you were close to making him do.
A fucking tiger hybrid and heβs meowing for you?!
Now that canβt be.
Before you know it, one of Sukunaβs large, bulky hands reaches up and smushes your cheeks together- how cute. Those honed nails of his prickle over your skin - just light enough to send goosebumps scattering - and then heβs running it down to grab you by your throat.Β
βYou exceed your limits, brat.β
You smirk nβ lean down to kiss him on the nose. βEasy, tiger.β
And the thing isβ¦Sukunaβs heart jumps to his throat - and his cock - the moment he reads that expression on your face. The type of smugness that told him- you wanted to be fucked back into your place.
He huffs. Silly little humanβ
Just a few minutes later, the massive hybrid has you stood and shoved against the edge of his work desk. Polished oak pushing against your body, Sukunaβs front pressing into you from behind; even the slightest squirms mean you can feel his erect cock. Those important documents his assistant, Uraume, told him were confidential go flying everywhere the minute heβs clawinβ aside your sodden panties- ripping them.
Giving his rock-hard erection a good squeeze before shoving down his grey sweatpants and shovelling himself raw.
Not the barest bit of stretchinβ out your elastic hole. Before you feel himself fitting in until the very hilt-
βOh-ohhhhββ Your hands are shooting out in front of you, dragging faint nail marks into the wood. Mouth dropping agonizingly as the delicious curve of his length starts smearing down your goopy walls.
Just a single semi-thrust. Just a lurch of his globular tip- swipinβ down every sweet cranny and orifice without even trying. Your back arches into him, βKuna, that feels so- mmpf!β
Before you know it, one of his large hands comes up to cover your mouth. βShut it, girlie. Mβtrying to make you meow for me.β
Lashes fluttering, βM-me?β
Yet another rugged slam! The luscious tip of his shaft opens up every crevice and seeps hot precum into your every pore. Sukuna always managed to fuck you so agonizingly wellβand even now, he was rendering your body weak and tremblinβ with just a few hits to the back of your pussy. Back and forth. Back and forth.
One of his roughened hands glides down your back until it rests on the base of your spine. Arching you even more.Β
The sensual end of his shaft curved up juuuuuust a little upwards and dragged his drivelling tip down the roof of your cunt. And you canβt help but moan out-
βNow now.β A slam of his left hand down on your stuffed pussy. Sukuna cranes his head to the side and watches those bloated lips of yours quiver- adorable. βWhat did I say about you stayinβ quiet?β
βI-I didnβt realize you were seriou- mmm.β Heβs pressing his right palm further against your face.Β
He whispers, βOr mβslapping this ungrateful cunt once for every word.β
Pushing against you. Pinning you beneath him. Keeping your restless hips in place - no matter how much youβre bucking and begging for more, Sukunaβs the one in control of how his solid, veiny inches were dragging in and out of your pussy. Again and again.Β
And as heβs pummeling into you as if he was furiousβSukuna spits out mercilessly, βDonβt tell me Iβve gotta fuck you stupid to make you shut up?β His tone was low and dangerous- one of his knees shoves between your legs nβ spreads them even wider for easier access. βAre you this pussy?β When you donβt answer, heβs letting his hips run even deeper and massage your ass cheeks with his scruff of pink happy trail. βHuh?β
Confusion and lust befogging your brain- βN-noβ¦?β
Heβs puncturing each syllable with thrusts- honing in deep at the back of your gooey pussy. Youβre openinβ up so readily for him. βAre you the one I want meowing?β
Ribbons of spit fall from your lips and soil his palm. βNo.β
βAnd so are you supposed to speak?βΒ
βNo-β
βThen why the fuck are you speaking now?βΒ
Even now.Β
That littleβ
Your jaw drops as you realize that youβd just been baited into wasting your breath, your words- and your head swivels βround to look at him.
And oh, what a sightβ¦
Youβre only met with Sukunaβs cocky smile and your stinging pussy being punished with three more consecutive slap-slap-slaps that send shockwaves of pain and pleasure through your veins. The entire expanse of your body seems to be set alight. The tips of your toes are curling inwards-
And as if your body couldnβt have been any more unstable; Sukunaβs powerful tail hooks around your right calf and maneuvers it as if you were nothing but a pretty lilβ doll beneath him. Just the cutest little mewls dripping out of you once his hybrid appendage drags your leg up onto the table and keeps it thereβso pliable for him. This sudden change in angle makes his thick, vein-covered cock rover even deeper.
With the burgeoning end of his tip, heβs pinpointing every single nook and bundle of nerves.
βI donβt wanna hear another peep out of you, mβhere to listen to this pretty pussy. And I donβt care if I have to fuck you stupid to listen to this kittyβ¦β Sukuna warns. And as your chest heaves, heβs removing his hand from your mouth- you can moan nβ mewl as much as you wanted.
But rest assured that heβs still keeping his claws βround your throat and making you whimper as those pointed tips graze your tender skin. Marking you. βIβ¦mmm.βΒ
Itβs almost too much for him to handle: watching you chew on the inside of your cheek as you held your words back.
And with a gleeful smile, the tiger hybrid leans back nβ coos at your pussy - folds glistening with the excess of his precum clinging onto you, the outer edges of your cunt bloated from how many times heβs slamming and slamming against them. Until the area of his pelvis burns red. βHeeeeere kitty kitty~β Youβve never heard him speak to you like thatβ¦βThis girl hereβs jealous because mβgiving you special treatment. Why donβtcha show her who owns this cock?β
βKun- oh.β Pressing your lips together as the fire starts sizzling at the pit of your stomach.
βBecause you do own this cock- me, donβt you?β Giving you yet another spank! βIβd meow for you.β
βPussydrunkβ¦β You mutter- only to be hit with another barrage of slap-slaps that were just pushing you closer towards the edge.Β
βWhy dontβcha make a scene? Make some noise fβme?β And then his left hand dips between your legs and ends up grazing between your pussylips. Finding that button of your clit. βWhy donβtcha meowβ?β
And all it takes is one squeeze- one.
Before light explodes behind your closed eyelids - when did you even shut them - and youβre suddenly being propelled into your high. Your orgasm thunders between your legs nβ shoots hot dopamine through every vein, vessel, and atom.
It takes over your body in a wave- harsh and fast.Β
And as the torrents of it take over you, Sukunaβs keeping a firm hand latched onto your pussy and rolling over your throbbing clit. Meanwhile his cock accelerates in and out to bash you through every incredible peak.Β
βYeah- yeah.β Sukuna hisses into your ear, breath scorching enough that it causes your surrounding skin to perspire. The space between you two was non-existent and sizzling. βYeahhhh, feels pretty good, huh?βΒ
His tiger tail pushes down on your restless leg- keeping you hiked up. And Sukunaβs ruthless hits only get more and more accurate by the second: your g-spot was likely reddened nβ stinging from the inside.Β
βFeels nice to meow? Sβthis what you wanted so badββ Those sweet, sweet noises of you getting even wetter as he fucked you through your orgasmβ¦like music to his ears. βAnd awwww, look at that- hehβ¦β Sukunaβs thumb taps down on your pulsating clit, βSheβs even purring fβme.β
The two most prominent veins down his shaft make you mewl as heβs bouncing off every good spot. And you claw down his table as you keenββY-youβre going to- oh. Mβgonna get you back for this, gonna milk you dry just wait and watch.β
Without a second of hesitation, you reach up and graze your fingertips across his twitching ears.Β
And at that very moment, you feel his bulging cock swell even impossibly bigger inside of you.
He purrs, hybrid tail pulling you both closer together. βEasy, tiger.β
β‘ INO TAKUMA - LET THE DOGS OUT!
Hybrid type: Canis lupus familiaris
βYouβre wrong.β
βIβm right.β
βYouβre wrong-β
βIβm wrong.β
βYouβre right-β Ino blinks. βNo, waitββ
But youβre jumping on it just as quickly. βAwww, thank you for telling me what I already know, Taku.β Youβre running your hands through his tawny golden hair, scratching behind the hybridβs golden retriever ears- dammit, you knew he was weak for this. How evilβ¦.
And he can only manage out a half-hearted growl.
To which youβre raising your brows, and itβs enough to make Ino nuzzle the crook of your neck. Hiding the pretty pout that was surely taking over his lips by now.
βDown, boy.β You smirk, βSo you agree with me that cat hybrids are better, huh?β
βNo!βΒ
Before you can get out anything more, heβs clawinβ onto your oversized t-shirts. Pawing you. Placating those traitorous words of yours by pressing his heated body even closer.
Ino mutters, βAnd I can prove it, too.β So determined.Β
If there was anything that Ino hated more than those damn cat hybrids with their feline sneakiness and obsessive preening; then it was your admiration for it. Your attention. And though he knew that part of you was teasing - quite successfully, at that - you didnβt expect a golden retriever hybrid to act normal about it, did you?
Chuckling, βAnd howβs that?β
Oh, you knew you were in for it.
Because no matter how cute cat hybrids could be, nothing could ever compare to how possessive puppyboys were.
.
.
.
βSee? Seeβ?β Inoβs tone was utterly botched; husky and cracking embarrassingly towards the very end. Unstable. There was a carnal nature to it that just made the hairs on your body raise- and no matter how desperately youβve heard him speak before, nothing could compare to this.
As heβs holding- practically gluing your hips down onto his.
Skin against skin. Hot sweat gliding between the two of you.
Letting the blushing, bulging tip of his cock swab inside his eighth orgasm of the night. The miry ribbons of his sap layerinβ around his inches and getting pushed in even deeperβor at least attempting to.
Ino had cum so many times tonight that he was having a hard time keeping it all in.
In and inβagain and again. A few beads of his cream-white cum foams between your legs and makes the hybridβs nose crinkle- heβs reaching his left hand up and pushing the excess inside with his thumb. βSee? Feel me filling you up with so much cum? All the way untilβ¦β Reachinβ up just a little and pushing down on your stomach, he watches as it makes the wads of cum stuffed inside you empty out. β-youβre just bloated with me.β
Making an even bigger mess for him to pretend to have to βclean upβ or something or the other.Β
And youβre feeling so good- Inoβs curvaceous tip was smoochinβ around your sweetest inside. Your most sensitive parts. βMmm, yeah. Fuck- I can feel you so deep inside.β
βRight from these pussylipsβ¦and right up to your womb.β Ino sputters out. And itβs a sheer wonder that he could even string together coherent sentences at this pointβjust that pussydrunk. βIβve m-made my mark eeeeeverywhere on this pussy, sweetness.β
βM-made your mark?β You giggle- he was just speaking nonsense. But it was just so cute how earnestly Ino meant it.
His long, doe-like lashes fluttering. His beautiful brown eyes tearing up. His lips quivering the slightest bit every time your walls were clenchinβ and milking him; draaaaagging sloppily from the girthy end of his base and up to his slender tip. βMhm-β Nodding and nodding- the clapping noises of his hips meeting yours just speeds up. βSo that even when mβcleaned out of you, youβre gonna feel me- gonna feel empty without me.β
βOhβ¦β Your maw drops.
And heβs immediately lurching his dazed head upwards and planting a direct thwack! of spittle between your gorgeous lips. βEven these lips. Youβre gonna miss me- ngh, s-stuffing these pretty walls full. Youβre gonna miss the feeling of me hereββΒ
Mazinβ between your clingy walls, entering his swollen head into your womb.Β
β-begging for pups.β
βBaby, youβre pussydrunk-β
Though the words donβt seem to reach his buzzing ears.
βAnd any other fuckinβ cat hybrid-β He spits out those last two words like venom. Teeth just a little bared. β-are gonna know. Theyβre gonna smell me on you.β Hybrids, in general, always did have more heightened senses than humans. βTheyβre gonna sense me. Theyβre gonna know that Ino Takuma has been hereβthat heβs made this pussy his before any of them could.βΒ
Lovingly, Inoβs patting your bloated pussy- plap-plap!Β
Youβre so wet that beads of sap nβ cum end up smeared across his fingertips. And heβs skating them down your crevice to pinch at your throbbing clit.Β
His hybrid tail wags beneath him; you could sense the sheets shifting as a result. βAnd theyβre gonna knowβ¦β Inoβs mouth waters just at the notion. β-that Iβve been a good boy for you.β
Your breath hitches at the feeling of something building, and building, and building deep within you.
Itβs accumulating with every single ruthless slam! that he was honing out. Hitting every tender area- your g-spot was aaaaaching for touch every single time Ino pulled back to reel in again, just addicted to him already.
And soon enough, youβre finding yourself meeting his every thrust with a needy bounce.Β
Making your hybrid boyfriend beneath you get pushed up and down the creaking bed- his ears twist in ecstasy when you accelerate. βNow, I wouldnβt say thatβ¦β You murmur, and without a single warningβyouβre reaching up and tugging on one of fluffy ears. β-youβve been a real bad boy, Taku.β
βB-but I am better than any cat hybridβ¦ And then his voice is breaking- and Ino Takuma is shattering into his ninth high of the night.Β
Honestly, it doesnβt even feel like his ninth high.
It feels like five at once. Harsh bouts of pleasure thrum through his body; making it feel as though every single droplet of blood he possessed was rushing out of his limbs and collecting at the very tip-top crown of his shaft. That blushinβ rouge tip just pouring out sticky wads of cum into your deepest depths, sliding them along his heavy inches and into your squeezing walls-
Ino babbles away stupidly as he cums- βI thought I was a good boy.β He hiccups, his lower lip quivering delicately. βThought I wasβngh, better thanβ¦oh.βΒ
And then heβs planting both feet on the navy-blue sheets and arching even deeply up into you.
Desperately.
He was practically wrenching your next orgasm out of you.
Youβre letting out a brief whimper at the sudden shockwaves of bliss overtaking you - rendering your vision a little bleary, and your toes curled in pleasure.Β
And through the fogginess that curls around your brain, youβre able to witness how his long lashes start to dapple in tears. Huffing, βSo mean tβme, prettyβ¦βΒ
You snicker, βOnly because I love you, Taku.β Leaning down to kiss him tenderly- βYou know I can stop the joking around if you want?β
βNoβ¦β He shakes his head. βWhen youβre mean to me it makes me hard.β
Oh.
And what else were you supposed to do; but hum thoughtfully to yourself as you reached out and shuffled in the bedside cabinet? Bringing out that bright-red collar that he loved so much? Snagging it around Inoβs pretty throat and watching as his Adamβs apple bobs-
βThen why donβt you act like a good boy fβme, hm?β
Ino gulps. βY-yes, maβam.β
β‘ GOJO SATORU - #PUSSYPOWER!
Hybrid type: Panthera uncia
Two words: Snow Leopard.
If there ever were a breed of cat hybrids that drew more attention than a Snow Leopard, then Gojo Satoru would find them and throttle them himself.Β
Kiddingβ¦of course.
But thatβs to be said: there were reasons that he was the most talked-about man on campus, among both humans and hybrids alike. He was the frat president of Curses Epsilon, he was tall (6β4 on a bad day, according to the man himself), he was beefy, he was accomplished in a plethora of sports and physics academics of which medals and certificates lined his fraternity bedroom. Did he mention he was president of Curses Epsilon?Β
Even those dog hybrids that seemed to have a perpetual grudge against the feline type had to admit that there was something eye-catching about him.Β
Blue hair. Impish smile. White hairβthe sole reason that white hair started trending- and even those proud grey wolf hybrids started dying their hair to match him.
At least according to him, thatβs the reason.Β
All in all, the point was that when Gojo Satoru had asked you out - after an entire semester of crushing on you during Professor Yagaβs lectures, sitting in the row behind you - you said no. And heβd damn-near had a heart attackβso did just about everyone in the vicinity that heard you. You just rejected Gojo Satoru himself.Β
Were pigs about to fly?! They shifted awkwardly in the distance.
And looking at the crestfallen expression on his face, you couldnβt help but explainβ¦youβd never dated a cat hybrid before. You didnβt know if youβd mesh well.
But heβd promised.
Heβd promised that itβd be no different. Whatever other hybrids youβd dated in the past - whatever snakes and eughβ¦dog hybrids - heβd be even better than them.
Heβd treat you so much better. Heβd fuck you so much bettβ
Youβd slapped a hand over his mouth and stopped him right then nβ there. And sweeping a look at the people around you two - you find that they were pretending to be far more interested in the surrounding flooring or their textbooks in order to overhear your conversation - you promised that youβd go out with him. Just one date, youβd said.
Glee shone in his eyesβso bright that you almost had to look away.
That one date at some rundown campus coffee shop had turned into two. Two dates had turned into three. Three dates had turned into four-
Then lo and behold, you found yourself dating the most talked-about man on campus. Which seemed like a null title considering it was university, but then again this was Gojo Satoru.
And a relationship with him had been just as electric as you expected.
Especially when it was around a month in- and Gojo had come to your apartment after a four-hour long lecture. Ready to rant about his day. Ready to fall into your bed and sleep Gakuganjiβs no-good assignments off.Β
But a single step inside andβ¦and heβd raised his nose into the air.
Heβd taken a deep sniff.
Pupils becoming pinpoints. Fluffy tail swishing from side-to-side.
Beneath the usual lemon-scented spray that youβd use to clean your glasses, there was somethingβ¦more. Somethingβ¦different. It was something carnal and alluringβand it was coming from right between your legs as you walked out to greet him. Your pussy smelled strangely, irresistibly sweet to the hybrid.
Gojo Satoru looked at you and a jolt ran through your body at the expression on his face. Primal.Β
.
.
.
βHeeeeere, kitty kitty~βΒ
You yelpβ
And before you know it, your hands are clawing at the twisted-up blankets as youβre dragged back. Fucking dragged back into the hybridβs mounted body, his hot breath plastering against the side of your neck- where youβd been bitten nβ marked raw. βWh-where do you think youβre going?β
Your jaw drops.
Gojoβs tone was hitched. Gojoβs tone was on the verge of ruins.
It was unsteady at the ends of his words- and there was a sort of crazed tinge to itβjust like the rest of his body, Gojoβs voice was trembling. Wound tight and on the verge of breaking. For the most uncountable time tonight, he shovels his ravaged cock between the cute crevice of your pussylips- and finds himself letting out an agonized whimper.Β
βFuh-fuck.β The frat president is letting out. Tail curling βround your right calf to prevent you from running any further, tears breaking out across his cheeks. That muscular body of his was often the target of both admiration and envy: broad shoulders, slutty waist. There was so much power held in it as one of the apex hybrids on campusβand yet, right now it was clamoring up onto yours and damn-near collapsing. βFuck- fuck- fuck.β
Every profanity was punctuated with a torturous drag of his cock inside you. Beneath him, youβre supported only with a single arm of his hooked underneath your stomach- getting thrown βround by the sheer force of his thrusts.
Itβs been like this for hours since heβd gotten back.
And by now, Gojo was completely and utterly overstimulated.Β
But there was no way he was stopping any time soon. Not when you wereβ¦
βIn heat.β
βSatoru, I told you Iβm humanβoh.β The way his round, ruby-red tip was entering your wallsβ¦there was just no way to describe it. There was nothing to compare to how heβd thrust apart your gluey channel and poke that one spot he knew you loved so much. And with a wretched mewl, youβre bucking back into his body. βH-humans donβt have heats, silly.β
His sharpened canines drag across the expanse of shoulder once he dips his head, cat-like ears twitching. βThen whatβs that sweetness I smell?β
As if to emphasize his point, Gojo takes a looooong heave.
Nostrils flaring. Eyes growing wilder the more heβs taking in the saturated air- to him, it was an addicting combination of sex, sweat, and something sweet.
Something he couldnβt describe.
Something that befogged his mind and made his eyes roll to the back of his head. A carnal shiver wracks through him.
And itβs not long before his bludgeoning tip empties out a few more ribbons of precum- itβs enough to make warmth seep into your belly. Arousal pangs through your body, and itβs just then that Gojo lurches his head up and looks at you with primal eyes. βSee- there. There.β Yet another ravenous push to the back of your pussy. His ears listen for the sloppy songs your pussy was givinβ off. βYour heat just got stronger. Do that again, sweetheartβIβm begging you, do that again for your Toru.β
βI-I donβt even know what you mean- fuck, that feels good.β You yelp.
βDo it againβdo I have to get on my kneesβ¦?β And after a few more thrusts, heβs emanating out a low chuckle - he really is Gojo, after all. βWell, I guess I already am on my knees.β Knees that were currently being chafed with the constant back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
βYou need to shut up and- oh, believe me when I say I have no idea what youβre talking about.β Though you certainly werenβt complaining about the utterly feral way he was fucking you. βI think youβre just in rut- mmpf.β
Heβs plastering one of his sweaty palms over your mouth.Β
And then the two of you are falling backwards; Gojoβs sitting back on his haunches, upright, and taking you with him. He pounds away up into you as he remains seated kneelingβthe erect length of his cock splittinβ your pussy apart so deliciously.Β
Underneath his hand, your maw drops into a lecherous βohβ that makes Gojo remove his palm. And then he wastes no time spittinβ into it.
Watching as his gentle wad reaches deep into your gullet.Β
The snow leopard hybrid purrs as you babble in response- his deep vibrations thrumming through your body. With the accelerating pace of his hips, youβre merely growing even wetter - sloppily so - and Gojoβs practically drowning in his ecstasy as the scented air intensifies. As it takes over his entire bodyβpractically speaks to him at a lesser, more base level. βThese past few daysβ¦oh, these past few days Iβve been sensing it building up.β
The past few days? βSh-shiiiiit.β Youβre keening as his clawed hand slides down to press on your stomach- where his thickened cock was spearheading constantly.
βIβve been smelling it on me- Iβve been jerking myself off to it thinking that it was one of your new perfumes.β And youβre unsure whether it was because of how pussydrunk he was, or purely because this was Gojo Satoru, but he doesnβt show even the slightest speck of abashment when admitting this. βAnd come to think of itβ¦itβs just your heat, my girl.β
Pushing down even harder- massaging where his bulbous tip edged along your g-spot.Β
βThis pussyβs just been yearning fβme - I can practically hear her yowling for my cock.β
βIβm c-closeββ You babble out.
Gojoβs large, fluffy tail wraps around your waist to hold you better to him.
βOh, what a coincidence. Thatβs what- hah, sheβs sayinβ too.β And with a few more vicious probes into your sweetest spots, youβre propelled into your high nβ Gojoβs fucking you through it maddeningly. He isnβt thrown off by the way youβre splashinβ down his thick thighs.
Squirting.
In great, torrential waves of your orgasm.Β
Itβs coming out in a glittery sheen- down between your legs and plastering across his own skin. Those areas of slamminβ contact between your two bodies are even louder nowβplap-plap-plapping as Gojo fucks you through your high.Β
Every peak and stride. Eeeeveery single height of bliss that sends dopamine pouring into your veins. Somehow, heβs managing to maze his cock into eeeevery single sweet spot you loved- and thatβs elongating your orgasm until youβre in tears. βPlease- fuh-fuuuuck, just like that. Just like that, just like that- oh, nghββ
βMake a mess- make a fucking mess, sweetheart.β
βItβs too much- oh.β Back arching. Toes curling. Your heartbeat pounds in your eardrums- and youβre so far gone that you almost donβt notice the way that Gojo himself is cumming.
Though if youβre soaking him, heβs cumming dry - the tip of his irritated shaft twitches like heβs pumping out wads of seed. But what really comes out isβ¦nothing.
Though Gojo really does feel the waves of pleasure that overtake him, even though heβs cumming dry. Heβs clenching his pretty eyes shut, heβs letting his mouth quiver- just the cutest whimpers of your name escaping him as your boyfriend keeps ramminβ away his orgasm into you.
So overstimulated.
Gojo lovingly pats your quiverinβ pussy.
βAnd itβs all thanks to this- hah, heat here.β Gojo murmurs, his fuzzy hybrid tail briefly spankinβ down on your sopping slit before he moves it away. βManaged to make my girl squirt.β
βHeatβ¦β Your nose crinkles, βI really donβt get why you think Iβve been in heat these past few- oh.β
Oh.
It hits you like a semi-truck.
βSatoru, did you mean my ovulation?β
The snow leopard hybrid considers this as he starts buckinβ into a whole new round.
βOvulationβ¦β Gojo whispers to himself- like a prayer. βOvulation and I are gonna be besties.β
β‘ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Sssstudy time.
Hybrid type: Dendroaspis polylepis
You couldnβt focus.
Maybe it was due to the column of assignments that youβd been (quite irresponsibly) been putting off; maybe it was due to the fact that your snake hybrid boyfriend was staying over and a bit too much of aβ¦distraction.Β
And the worst part was that he wasnβt even doing anythingβHiguruma Hiromi sat quietly at the foot of your bed, leafing through the pages of a law textbook that youβre sure heβd already memorized from cover to cover. Unlike you, the law professor didnβt need to rush through assignments - which meant he was particularly ruthless when handing them out.Β
A forbidden relationship.
A secret.
The hybrid professor was amongst the most ogled-at on campus.
And itβd taken an entire semester of your prettiest skirts and your flirtiest one-liners during tutoring lessons before Higuruma had finally gone against his personal code to ask you out.
But only after youβd moved on from his class.
And it seems that dating a law professor didnβt give you an edge- but then again, you didnβt start dating him for the edge at all.
Higuruma Hiromi was just too attractive. And smart. And gentlemanly. And hiding a sense of witty humor he rarely revealed to anyone but you.
And it was making you stray your eyes away from the utterly droll except on the rules of estate inheritance. But who could blame you? The man of thirty-two sat with his sternly handsome features pinched into something focused; sleeves of his button-up pushed to his elbows, slivers of his skin somewhat scaly, dark eyes examining the page in a way that made you squirmβ¦
Heβd never interrupt your studying. But then again he didnβt have to try.
You sigh.
Law degrees were hard.
Higuruma doesnβt look up from his textbook, βSssomething the matter, angel?β
βNothing.β You counter- before realizing that lying to the best lawyer in Tokyo probably wasnβt the smartest idea. βItβs justβ¦I canβt seem to focus.β
βOh. Whyβs that?β He looks at you with his brows furrowed in concern.Β
Youβyou want to say. Itβs solely because of him that you couldnβt focus.Β
Not when heβs sitting there so close, and so attractive, and so irresistible- honestly who in their right mind would be able to focus on land disputes and things when it comes to something like this? And though you donβt verbalize your thoughts, youβre sure a part of it shows on your expression.
Because without another word, Higuruma sets his book down on the bedβleaning ever-so-slightly backwards and opening his thick thighs up invitingly. You donβt have to wait for him to reach his arms out and beckon you forwards- youβre already getting up and gladly leaving your assignments behind. βCome here, sssugar. Let me teach you how to focus.β
In just about no time, your clothes are hitting the floor.
As they seem wont to do whenever youβre around himβ¦
But nonetheless, Higuruma soon as your legs positioned atop his bulky shoulders - slightly unsteady given the semi-scaled surface of his skin.Β
Back arched. Cunt dripping all over the freshly-washed sheets.
Higuruma meets the front of your cunt with his thickened tip, swipinβ it up and down the line of your folds. Dripping wetβyouβre letting out the most delicious wet noises once heβs teasing your entrance- just barely probing his swollen cockhead inside, then outβ¦watching as your hole seems to gape and clench around nothingβ
In. Then out.
In. Then out.Β
Before youβre growing far too impatient with his toying- and youβre bucking up deftly into him. βHiromi, just fuck me alreadyβ¦β
βJust fuck you already?β He tuts, though you could hear the faint amusement in his tone. And then the hybridβs swatting down two smooth slaps right between your pussylips- making your moans strangle in your throat. βHow impatient. It seems I have more to teach you about focus and patience than I thought.β
βFuck.β
And then heβs smiling down lovingly at you.
Perking his head up, Higuruma reaches up and grabs something off the headboard.Β
And whilst youβre concentrating on not ogling his forearm muscles too much, heβs producing that jet-black tie of his thatβd been thrown off in the hassle to strip yourselves of your clothes. As you watch him in slight confusion, Higuruma nods his head reassuringly down at you - and ties the silk fabric around your eyes.
A blindfold.
βEasy there.β He comforts in that warm baritone of his. You knew that heβd never do anything you didnβt want to do; and seeing him break that cold facade for you was one of your favorite parts about this.
Higuruma was running his hands comfortingly down the sides of your body, he was making sure that blindfold wasnβt too tightβhe was ultimately resting his slender fingers between your quivering thighs nβ rolling over your clit. βEeeeeasy, my girl. Now focus.β Youβre nodding before you even know what heβs about to say- and that makes him smile. βIβll be giving you one of my two cocks, and you have to guess which one it is, okay?β
Because there was another thing about snake hybrids: they had two cocks.
Long and rock-hard. Higurumaβs were blushed the prettiest rouge on his tips- stacked on one top of the other, they were both drivelling out ribbons of precum at the impatience to get inside you. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from the lesson he was drilling into you, but ohβ¦
βOh, f-fuuuuuck.β Soon enough - even though you canβt see him - you can feel the rotund intrusion of one of his tips. Piercing between your swollen lips and pressing deeper inside.
Deeper and deeper.
It doesnβt take long before Higurumaβs punctuating your goopy insides with thorough, passionate strokes. He just loved sweeping across every sweet spot inside you until it left you speechlessβlingerinβ that hot tip of his where your g-spot was, and then lingering on your cervix. Repeatedly, heβs hitting the thoughts out of your mind; thoughβ¦thatβs not entirely what tonight was about, was it?Β
βNow nowβ¦β Youβre feeling two gentle slaps to the left side of your face. βDonβt get too fucked stupid already, angel. Focus. Which one is this? Upper or lower?β
βWhat- oh, fuck.β Whatever response was on the tip of your tongue is fucked away- by the indulged stripes he was drawing at the back of your pussy. Watery saliva pools in your mouth as you feel the stretch of your wallsβalmost to their limits. βFuck, it feels so good, Hiro-β
Another slight spank. βIβm teaching you a lesson right now, angel. You refer to me as sssir-β
βSir-β
βNoβ¦β Squeezing at your clit with his other hand.
Startling you. Suddenly making you buck. It makes you bellow out without even tryingββI s-said it feels so good- ngh, sssir.β Slurring your words.
Though thatβs exactly what he wanted.
βGood.β And you could practically hear the smile in his words. Though Higuruma doesnβt let up so easily- in fact, heβs doing the complete opposite. βThatβs how you need to focus.β
Another small slap to your cheeks, a little harder this time.
You keen.
βUpper or lower, sssugar?β He hisses.
Youβre gasping for air. βI-Iββ
And Higuruma being a snake hybrid meant that his mushroomy tip would be flared even larger than most hybrid species or even humans. It was the perfect shape: curved upwards, patterned with numerous veins and ridges. The area above his slit was the most delicious mechanism to drag across your inside and drive you absolutely wiiiiild.
And soon enough, youβre bucking up with a moan. βUpperβ¦.no, ngh! Lower?β Honestly, it was enough of a feat that you could speak with the way he was ruining your insides so well.
βWrong.β Higuruma responds simply.
And then youβre feeling him slap your sweaty cheeks- and then plant a harder one down on your incorrect pussy. Before the snake hybrid reels his pelvis backwardsβback and back, all the way backwards before his swollen tip is pulling out of your hole with an audible pop! And then funneling back in again.
βUpper or lower?β Higuruma asks once more.
By deduction through logic, youβre gasping- βLower-β
βWrong again.β
It was just so cute how your mouth drops at that very second - and the older man canβt help but lean down and give that gaping maw of yours a lilβ slap, too. Just a little punishment.Β
Before heβs coursing in even harder strokesβmore merciless. He was molding your soft insides to the shape of him - both of him - and it made your toes curl just how mean he was being with your body right now. His heavy balls enunciating each thrust with a thwack-thwack-thwack!
How lecherous.
Higuruma alternates between his two lengths at a frenzied pace, dippinβ each one in and out. βUpper or lower?β
βUpp-β
Thwack!
βUpper or lower?β
βI donβtβ¦ngh.β Tears glisten in your eyes and even through the blindfold. βLowerββ
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!Β
Higuruma ultimately husks out in a lowered tone, βFocus.β Hips brushing yours so hard that it was starting to sting with unyielding contact. βGet this one wrong, angelβ¦and youβre not cumming a sssingle time tonight.β
You whimper, βP-pleaseβ¦β
But thatβs not enough to make him take mercy on youβfor Higuruma pushes his rugged tip back out with a drawn-out wet sound. And then heβs making you guess once more-
βUpper or lower?β
Youβre furrowing your brows underneath the blindfold. Youβre squeezing your thighs even harder around his waist in an attempt to feel him better. Hell, youβre even arching your back off the dampened mattress and giving his pistoning cock a good, long squeeeezeβ
Scrambling whatever rationality was left within your brain to try and compare the feeling - the length, the upright curve, the thrumming veins - of this shaft relative to the other.
And the answer finally bestows upon you, βIs thisβ¦your upper?β
Then he hones out a thrust so loud it slams!
βCorrect.β
And for your prize, youβre getting the blindfold taken off youβand the first thing you see is Higurumaβs flushed, handsome face. The second thing you see is his sudden intrusion: hips drawing even closer to yours, he somehow manages to swipe nβ stuff both aching tips inside your hole.
βNow letβs see if you can focus with both.β
β‘ IEIRI SHOKO - Cream XOXO
Hybrid type: Felis catus
βHmmmβ¦β Dr. Ieiri Shoko removes the ear tips of the stethoscope and lets the medical instrument hang from her neck. The clinicβs faux-leather chair squeaks as she sits back; hands crossing in front of her and pinning you down with her deep, intelligent eyes.
You squirm on the examination table.
Something knowing twinkles in her gaze.Β
Perhaps due to the fact that youβve been dropping by Shokoβs clinic every other day at this pointβas the newest-hired teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High, it was inevitable that youβd be seeing a few more injuries or a bit more cursed energy exhaustion than someone more experienced like Professor Yaga. But thisβ¦this was almost getting ridiculous.
And you knew it, after all.
You were the one going there on purpose.
The first time you saw Ieiri Shoko, it was in your first week as a teacher; youβd gotten cut whilst training one of the students. And though your reverse cursed technique was in perfect condition, it seems that the cursed nature of the weapon made it harder for you to counter the damage - and so youβd wound up in the infirmary after a nasty faint.Β
Waking up toβ¦an angel.
Or so youβd thought.
Tired eyes. A mole at the corner of her eye.
A cigarette sticking out from the side of her mouth- were those even allowed on campus? And sleek, brown cat ears sticking out from her head.
βThatβs one way to be introduced.β Sheβd droned out in her steady voice.
And after thatβ¦day after day, your mind kept thinking back to the cat hybrid. Your mind kept conjuring up all sorts of excuses that might allow you to go down to the clinic after classesβ
It would be strange to just show up, right?!Β
Especially since you didnβt know her that longβ¦and thus came the excuses of a stomach ache, of a headache, of a cut that suspiciously vanished once you actually spoke to her. Mustβve been something jujutsu-related, right?
And she took it all in stride.
Which made you think that Shoko actually didnβt mind your intrusions with some made-up disease and a homemade lunch for the two of you to split.Β
Thus, you were here today.
Squirming as you buttoned up your uniform - it was a potential heart murmur this timeβ¦sometimes you had to get creative you suppose - and wondering how to ask the pretty doctor out for lunch. There was this cute new cafΓ© that opened up down the street, and they were said to have pretty good beer that-
βI counted your heartbeat, yβknow.β Shoko says suddenly, drawing your attention. She looks at you with an unreadable gaze- though not unkind. βIt was 102 beats per minute.β
βO-ohβ¦β You wondered how you were going to explain that awayββIt mustβve been-β
βInnocent murmurs donβt cause heart beats to raise- and in any case, you donβt have one.β She crosses her arms and takes you in your half-dressed state; legs crossing, tail swishing. βYou donβt have to make up excuses to see me, yβknow? You can just come by whenever you want.β
Damn those cat hybrids- they were always so alluring without even meaning to be.Β
Unsure what to say, youβre sure youβre sputtering out some pathetic amalgamation of excuses and assurances that youβll heed her advice next timeβheart racing, body heating up, your hands rushing up to button your blouse to regain some dignity, at leastβ¦
βDonβt.βΒ
Only to be stopped by the woman of your dreams herself.
Shokoβs gaze was feline, βI like it like that.β
Less than five minutes later, she has you laid-out on the examination table once more. Hoverinβ in the space between your open legs as laps and laps your drippinβ wet pussy.Β
Her tongue was so looooong and flexibleβswirling a few times over your swollen clit before dipping in and out of your hole. So sloppily; sheβs making out with the tender edges of your pussy, lipstick smearing everywhere and anywhere she was reaching.Β
βO-ohhhβ¦β Your back arches against the cool surface of the examination table. Hands grasping bare air. βIt feels so good, Sho, keep going.β
And with something that sounds akin to a sensual chuckle- Shoko reaches out and intertwines her fingers with yours midair. Youβre just taking the time to admire the beauty in her fingersβso competent in what she does, and painted in a pale lavender. Everything about her was so prettyβ¦
And just as soon as you do - itβs as if sheβs reading your mind.
For one set of her fingers guide your own hands to hold onto her head- your hands smoothing down her long hair, scratching behind her twitching cat ears. And the other set of her fingers are stuffinβ your awaiting pussyβteasing apart your elastic entrance and running her smooth fingertips along her walls. βStay still now, kitty.β
βH-howβ?β That was practically impossible when two of her slender digits were rovering inside. So smooth. So steady. She was easing in your first ring of muscle before mazing in deeeeep. βN-not when it feels this good, ngh.β
βI said stay.β She commands, in a slightly more serious tone. Pulling out and slapping your clit in punishment.
And though youβre whimpering in defiance, you follow her words.
Seeing as youβre listening to her, vibrations start running from your core- it takes you a second to realize that Shoko was purring. Mouth curved. Eyes half-lidded - like the cat that got the cream. As a little apology for the spank from earlier, the cat hybrid leans down and gives an open-mouthed kiss onto your clit.Β
βGood girl.β She hums. βPatients should stay still until theyβre feeling better.β
You sputter, βB-but you said I donβt have a-β
βYou donβt.β Shoko affirms. She nods a little bit, and that ends up pressing the tip of her nose against your clit- so sensitive that youβre bucking up into her instantly.
Just as quickly, youβre feeling her cold fingertips pang down once more.
βNow what did I say?β Tutting. Shoko might have been the most laid-back doctor youβve been to in your entire lifeβbut now you see that all the normal sternness went to her in bed. It went into the way sheβs spankinβ your pussy three more times - thwack-thwack-thwack - once youβre not replying fast enough for her.
And youβre just barely hanging on- just barely able to babble out. βY-you said to stay still- ngh, fuck.βΒ
βHm, Iβd call you a good girl for thatββ Smile plastered against your sopping wet lips. β-but we both know thatβs not true.β
And then sheβs roving her digits into sweet spots you hadnβt even known existed- the doctor knew exactly where to hit. In but a mere few strokes, sheβd mapped out your cunt as if sheβs been eating you out for yeeeeearsβand then attaching herself to your clit and hollowing her cheeks sucking as though she hasnβt had a single proper meal in years.
The stimulation is so much- sheβs hooking two fingers into the area of your g-spot and youβre immediately bucking. Only to get Shokoβs glossy tail hooked around one of your ankles and ruthlessly plopping you back down-
You werenβt moving a single inch when she was having her lunch break.
βMight just be the worst patient Iβve ever had-β Catching your eye, she reassures with a slick-glistening smile. βDonβt worry, youβre the only patient Iβve given special treatment to like this.β
βTh-thank goodness.β
Yet another spank. βBut that doesnβt mean you arenβt the worst. Stay fuckinβ still.β
With a whimper, youβre just taking it.
Every push, every throb, every plunge of her expert hands. But you think her favorite part might be how she kept rollinβ her tongue over your plump, puckered clit - pushing aside your bloated folds and just nagging at it as if it was the sweetest candy.
Shoko kept her lips glued to your pussy, and was tugging and draaaaagging your clit with her teethβuntil you were basically numb with pleasure. Sheβs barely coming up for air.
And once that starstruck expression crosses your face, sheβs gurgling out a few giggles. βAtta girl.β A single spank- just to keep you on the edge. βActing good for me now? Maybe youβre all cured.β
βM-maybeβ¦β You still didnβt even know what she was diagnosing you with-
βLying.β For a second there, you think that Shokoβs just read your mindβand then, belatedly, youβre realizing that youβd just blabbered those words out loud. So much lustful need coiled around your brain that you were just keening-
βI-I only lied to see you-β
Another spank. βAnd thatβs still lying, isnβt it?β
βI guessβoh.β Another two spanks. Harder, this time.
βWasting a doctorβs time. Taking up precious resources.β In fact, the best part of her day was seeing your gorgeous face- but every stinging word only left you wetter. And mockingly, Shokoβs shaking her head in disapproval and lappinβ even more fervently at the sweetness of your pussy. That tongue of hersβ¦it was indescribable. βI should be kicking you out of my clinic.β
βNo!β You gasp. βAnything but that-β
Yet another spank. Lingering, now.Β
βWhat was that?β
You sob, βI-Iβm not gonna lie again, Dr. Shoko.βΒ
βGood.β She grins, βNow for something to tamper that sexiness of yours.β
And as sheβs hiding her smile between your legs- youβre exploding straight into your high. Itβs like nothing youβve ever encountered beforeβlong and drawn-out, the peaks of your orgasm get even stronger every time she hits your favorite spot. Again and again.
Probe after probe.
Like the manicured tops of her fingertips were magnetized to your bundles of nerves.
Calculating between those peaks, she manages to increase the pressure on your pussy right when it hits the most. Dragging you back by her tail and purring as she nibbles on your clit.
βThatβs right.β She mutters. βCum all over the doctorβs face.β
Youβre fully wrung out by the time sheβs done with you- and Shokoβs ready to move away with a victorious smile. But before she can do so, you reach out and grab onto her white coatβ
βAnd where do you think youβre going?β
Youβre getting payback.
A/N. Oh I need to write for her more-
Plagiarism not authorized.
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